#It turns me into a sputtering MESS

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Vlad: Dying sucks. How do you humans cope with mortality?

Charles: General sluttiness

MC: Thanks to denial, I'm immortal

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Vanilla II [M]

Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader Tags: 8.7k words, Friends to Lovers, Romance, Smut 18+ Summary: Joshua has you on edge all evening and you’re not sure if you’ll survive dinner with your families. You, however, have him dealing with feelings he’s never had to war with, especially in the bedroom and it throws him into a tailspin. 

One | Two | Three 

Warnings: explicit sexual content 18+, minors dni!, bdsm practices, rules & safe words established, mean-dom!josh, newbie-sub/brat!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, choking, manhandling, pussy slapping, demoralizing dirty talk, coarse language, thigh riding, slight exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, one glass of wine, pet names, moderate sir kink, inappropriate son-in-law behavior at the dinner table, aftercare, more feelings. 

The box arrived over an hour ago but you couldn’t bring yourself to open it. 

The poor delivery guy had to push it into your hands lest you both stand there staring at one another for a solid ten minutes and you’d immediately walked into your bedroom, eyes wide, posture stiff. Carefully placing it on the edge of the bed, you backed away as if there was surely an explosive inside. You hadn’t even looked at the tag before you retreated to your living room. You attempted to simply ignore its presence. 

You knew who it was from. 

Dinner was a measly three hours away and you were a mess. You’d cleaned your condo from top to bottom which technically, had nothing to do with this evenings plans but you have a knack for stress cleaning and overthinking. So, now your floors were so clean you could eat off of them and you were absently twirling a wine glass, leaning in the doorframe of your bedroom, staring wearily at that damned box and it’s silk ribbon. 

“I’m not afraid of a damned box,” you mumble to yourself, pushing into the room. 

Draining your glass, you set it on the dresser before turning back toward the bed. The pristine white package taunts you and from this close, you can see the ever familiar scrawl on the tag. You lean forward tentatively, reaching for the ribbon, and as soon as your fingers close around the silk, the silence is pierced by a sudden sound and you shriek in terror, leaping back like a spooked prey animal. 

You realize it’s your phone ringing and you huff in agitation, answering without even looking at the caller ID. “Hello?” spills from your lips in a harsh breath.

“Hello, angel,” Joshua’s honeyed voice spills into your ear, “What’s got you so worked up?”

“I- sorry, nothing,” you sputter out, hand still clutched to your chest, “It was just really quiet when the phone rang. It surprised me, that’s all.”

Joshua hums musedly, “Did you open my gift?”

You plop down on the edge of the bed, running your finger over the ribbon, “Want me to be honest?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart.”

The addition of these weaponized pet names has had a devastating effect on your well-being and Joshua uses them every chance he can get. “I’m afraid of the box.”

The words come out in a grumbling whisper and Joshua hums, “Open the box or I’m telling your mother how cute I think the birthmark on the inside of your thigh is.”

You’re scrambling for the package in the next second, tearing the bow off and letting it carelessly flutter to the floor while you fumble with the lid. When it finally comes off, you toss that and look into the box with one eye closed. There is nothing springing out at you but you put the phone on speaker and place it on the bed in case you need two hands. 

“Well,” Joshua encourages at least some response, “What do you think?”

“It’s a dress,” you marvel, running your fingers over the soft material.

Laughter. “What did you think it was?”

You scoff at his teasing. “I don’t know. Something scandelous like anal beads or vibrating panties, knowing you.”

“Anal beads,” he repeats with a chuckle of surprise, “Interesting thought, but no. I don’t need toys to make you ruin your panties at the dinner table, my love.”

You smile, taking the dress out and holding it up to your shoulders. You glance over at the standing mirror in your room, appreciating your reflection. “You’re an absolute nightmare…but it’s really pretty. Thank you, Joshie.”

“You’re welcome,” he sighs happily, “I bet it’ll will look just as pretty on you as it will on the floor tonight.”

“JOSHUA.”

“I’ll pick you up in a few hours, baby,” Joshua carries on, non-plussed with your embarrassment, “Oh, and check under the tissue paper, there should be something else.”

He’s gone before you can respond and you eye the phone suspiciously before peering into the seemingly empty box. Indeed, you were too focused on the dress that you didn’t bother to check the rest of the contents and when you dig down to the bottom you let out the longest sigh, your head falling back on your shoulders. 

At the bottom of the box, there is the purest, most stereotypical, virginal white set of satin lingerie you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. The irony is overwhelming. 

“I’m going to actual hell for this man.”

You haven’t a damned clue what Joshua has up his sleeve for dinner tonight. 

He picked you up at the door like any normal date, though you quickly realize that no man has ever shown up on your doorstep looking that good. Hair neatly styled, black jeans, crisp button down with the sleeves rolled and a few buttons undone. He was unfairly attractive but he looked at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. 

He’d waited patiently for you to put on your earrings and shoes, and find your purse that you’d forgotten was left in the kitchen and just before you crossed the threshold of your front door he hooked you around the middle and spun you around for one long, dizzying kiss. Your eyes took a moment too long to open and he laughed when you asked what warranted such a greeting. 

“I missed you,” was all he said and that was exactly what took you off guard. Fool.

Your parents are chatting in the living room when you arrive, pushing through the door quietly as if you could sneak in with Joshua without everyone realizing you arrived together. Fat chance because Joshua’s mother envelopes you both in a tight hug the second you step over the threshold and the first thing out of her mouth is, “My darlings! Did you come together?”

Joshua kisses his mom on the cheek like the doting son he is and smiles as he delivers a little white lie. “We live so closely to one another that it made more sense to carpool.”

Smooth. 

Your mom is right behind her, pecking Joshua’s cheek and then your own. “Oh, we’re so happy you’re here! It’s been so long since we’ve gotten together like this.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Joshua standing with both your fathers, your own grinning and patting him on the shoulder proudly. You tried to ignore how happy it made you that Joshua was so loved by your parents and when his mother tucks her hand into your elbow, pulling you into the dining room behind your mother, you’re grateful for the way they love you as well. 

“Sweetheart, level with me,” She whispers, “How is my boy? He always tells me he’s just fine but I think he works too hard. Is he doing ok?”

You giggle at her pouted lips, patting her hand. “He really is okay, I promise,” you reassure her, “I make sure he gets out of the house every weekend and eats three square meals a day.”

Four meals if you count yourself but she doesn’t need to know that. 

She squeezes you to her side, grinning beautifully. “That’s my girl! I’m so thankful that the two of you have remained close over the years. It warms my heart that you have each other,” she sighs and you know it’s coming, “We surely thought the two of you would be ma-”

“Mom,” Joshua’s voice cuts in, a smirk upon his pretty lips that resemble the woman he’s lovingly admonishing, “We’ve only just arrived and you’re already starting?”

She hitches a hand on her hip. “Joshua, I’m not getting any younger. Time to pick up the pace. Chop, chop!”

Your own mother snorts and pops her hand out down by her hip for Joshua’s mom to drop a low-five against her palm, the two of them giggling like school girls. 

Your father chuckles coming up to your side and kissing your hair, “Ladies, leave the kids alone,” he grins, “Why don’t you two go up to your old room…there may or may not be a gift from your dear old dad waiting for you.”

You turn to him in surprise and he looks very smug, just like he had every Christmas morning since you were a kid. Your father was excellent at giving gifts and you threw your arms around him. “You didn’t have to get me anything,” you look up at him affectionately, “I’m too old for you to keep spoiling like this.”

He waves you off, pushing you toward Joshua and gesturing for you to go upstairs, “You’ll always be my little girl,” he argues, shooing you away, “Both of you go see, dinner won’t be ready for another twenty minutes anyway.”

You’re still looking back at him when you reach the foot of the stairs and Joshua’s hand splays low on your back, startling you into motion. You both miss how your mothers begin nudging one another conspiratorily as they watch you go. “Did you see that?” your mother whispers to his and she giddly returns, “Oh, yes, how do you feel about summer weddings?” and the two of them hurry back to the kitchen.

Both your fathers groan.

The closer you get, the more anxious you become. You hadn’t anticipated being alone with Joshua until later this evening and you quickly realize you were naive to think this dinner would go as planned. That you’d be able to sit across from your families and look them in the eye without cracking.

Joshua has you pinned against the inside of your bedroom door half a second after it’s closed, his hand wrapped around your throat. He’s less than an inch away from your face, eyes trailing from his hand up and he smirks, his breath ghosting over your skin “Do you think daddy knows the way his little girl likes to be spoiled now that she’s all grown up?” 

“Joshua,” you gasp out, feeling his opposite hand pushing beneath your dress, “Our parents are right downstairs.”

He looks at you pointedly and raises a brow. “Then keep your pretty mouth shut.”

Panties pushed aside, he rubs the pads of his fingers against you, eyes trained on your face. When he pushes inside, you let out a breathy whimper and Joshua presses his lips against yours briefly, smothering the sound. “Shhhh,” he hushes you, teasing his teeth against your bottom lip, “Someone might think we’re up to something.”

He pulls his fingers from you and slaps your cunt at the same time he slips his tongue into your mouth, swallowing the pathetic moan before you can fully form it. The way he commands you to stay silent and then purposely pulls illicit sounds from the depths of your lungs sets the tone for the evening. He wants you to fail. An excuse to ruin you once you’re completely alone.

“Should I make you come before dinner?” he asks, kissing the side of your face sweetly, as if he’s not defiling you in your childhood bedroom. “Mellow you out,” he purs, rolling your clit in tight circles, “Relax you so you can be my good, obedient girl at the table?”

You nod your head frantically. “Yes, please yes… I’ll be so good for you.”

He smirks and then pulls away from you completely, watching your body sag helplessly against the door. Turning his back on you, panic begins to bubble up in your chest because maybe he was just fucking with you but you’re already desperate for his touch, fighting the urge to rub your thighs together and then he’s sitting on your bed, leaning back on his hands, legs spread. 

The vision is so much like the first time you were together that you almost automatically drop to your knees to crawl over to him and Joshua sees it in your eyes. He’s so pleased with your reaction that he smiles and tips his head back in a beckoning gesture, “Come here, angel.”

Shaky legs quickly carry you over to him and Joshua’s hands come around your hips as he leans up, silently requesting a kiss. He’s gentle and tender, pulling you further onto the bed with him until he settles you over one thigh and you realize that was simply a distraction. You look down at him and he raises a brow as if to say, ‘what are you waiting for?’

Your fingers tense on his shoulders. “I don’t- I’ve never…”

Joshua’s gaze never leaves your own as he begins dragging your hips forward, rolling your cunt over his flexed muscle. “You will learn,” he commands just as you eyes close and then there is a loud, sharp smack to your ass and your eyes fly open in suprise at both the shock and the sound. 

“Keep your eyes on me,” his nails bite into the material of your dress bunched up at your hips, “You can only play that off once or twice before someone comes to check on us. Do you want them to find you in here fucking my thigh in your pretty white panties?”

“N-no, sir.”

“Mhm,” Joshua nods, “That’s what I thought,” he suddenly releases you and leans back again, “Keep going and don’t stop until you make yourself come.”

“Yes, sir.”

You rock back and forth a little stiffly at first, horribly embarrassed and entirely aroused by the demeaning undertones of the act. The blatant desperation in each pass over his clothed thigh making that knot in your gut tighten exponentially. Joshua’s gaze never leaves your face and he doesn’t touch you or kiss you even once. He does however, move your panties to the side, mumbling something about not ruining those quite yet. 

You settle into a faster pace, hands clutching his shoulders for support, the friction from his pants is absolute torture for your sensitive cunt and you bite your tongue to stop from whimpering pathetically. Your voice comes out in a choppy whisper, pace stuttering, “I-I’m so close…”

“Yeah, I know,” is all he says, eyes rapt with their focus on you. 

The simple dismissal has a damning effect and you fall into an orgasm that has the man beneath you laughing quietly, offering little support for your weak, quivering body. He waits until you settle down, leaning a bit more weight onto him and then he’s kissing your face, brushing stray strands of hair back into place with his long fingers. 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, baby?” he teases you, settling loose the butterflies in your stomach all over again, “You’re not as mouthy tonight. Why’s that?”

You roll your head against his shoulder, stars still dancing beneath your eyelids. 

“Honestly?”

Joshua laughs at your redundant question and you smirk against the pristine material of his shirt. 

“I’m still adjusting to this version of you and I feel like I’m not sure what to expect,” you hum, picking your head up to see him listening to you intently, “I also don’t want to…well…disappoint you.”

He smiles, lips pursed as if he finds your worry a bit amusing. “The only time I’ve ever been truly disappointed in you was when you decided to go shot for shot with Jeonghan at that party when we were in college, after I explicitly told you not to, and then I had to carry you, sobbing and puking, back to my apartment and spend all night making sure you didn’t choke in your sleep.”

Oof, that was embarrassing. 

“You’re so focused on this new aspect of our relationship but you have to remember I am the same person you’ve known your whole life,” he assures you firmly, hands encasing your waist, pulling you closer, “Be yourself. That’s the girl I love. Smart mouth and all. It might take some time but you’ll know when I’m being serious and dynamics are at play but don’t stop being you. Okay?”

A giddy sort of shyness overtakes your body and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, shielding yourself from view. Joshua chuckles, wondering what’s overcome you and he kisses your hair, rubbing his hand over your back. “What is it?”

“You’re stupidly romantic when you want to be,” you sputter out with a soft laugh, willing the stinging in your cheeks to dissipate. You lift your head, averting your eyes and then you suddenly realize there was an actual purpose to coming up here. 

And it wasn’t the orgasm nor the heart to heart. 

Joshua follows your line of sight and laughs, “Forgot about that,” he shifts, helping you to stand and fix your dress, “Got a bit distracted.”

His eyes are shining on you and that same airy feeling bubbles up inside, like your high school crush is watching you from across the courtyard. Nevermind the fact you’re a mature woman, holding a career, a home, and a 401k. Joshua makes you feel like you’re just a girl again, scribbling Mrs. Joshua Hong in your diary.

You drag your eyes away and pick up the small wrapped box, delicately pulling apart the intricate bow that lets you know your mother had captained the wrapping portion. Removing the lid, you release a tiny gasp, marveling at the vintage polaroid camera within the tissue paper. You quickly discard the box, looking over every single tiny detail. 

“Your dad never misses with gifts,” Joshua chuckles, peering down at the camera in your hands. “That’s really cool.”

“I know! It’s so pretty,” you coo, bubbling over with excitement, “Can we go back down? I wanna thank dad and dinner will probably be ready....and we’ve been missing a little too long...”

Joshua nods, slightly amused that you felt the urge to ask for permission but as you turn for the door, reaching for the handle, his hand catches around your forearm and you pause midstep, turning inquisitively. 

“What’s up?” you ask with round eyes. 

“Give me a kiss first.”

Turns out Joshua can make your thighs quake whether he’s being mean and snarky or sickly sweet because you step toward him on unsteady legs, pressing up on your toes to kiss him just as he’s requested. It’s short and tender, making you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously but he just pats your butt and urges you out of the room. 

The sounds of your foot steps coming down the stairs alerts the parents and your father is the first one to look up, smiling at the way your eyes hardly come away from the new toy in your hands. “Whaddya think kiddo?”

You look up, a massive smile plastered on your face and hurry over, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “It’s perfect! Thank you so much!”

Your dad starts showing you different features but your attention catches on Joshua’s mother’s voice. “Josh, sweetie,” she calls, “You’ve got a stain on your pants.”

Ice floods your veins as you look over and laser focused in on the wet spot in the middle of Joshua’s thigh and you think you might become violently ill in the very next second. That’s from your-

“I was washing my hands upstairs and accidentally splashed myself,” he laughs it off airly, not a hint of discomfort on his pretty face, “Can I help finish anything up?”

You mentally applaud his quick cover-up but Joshua doesn’t look like he was ever sweating over it to begin with. Meanwhile, you’re still a little green around the gills. 

“No, no, sweet boy,” your mom shoos him back over to the dining room, “Dinner is all ready, why don’t you have a seat. Honey,” she calls over to your father, interrupting his camera spiel, “We can play with the camera later. Come eat!”

Your father huffs out a little adoring sound and follows his wife’s directions, falling into the head of the table, opposite Joshua’s father, whilst your mothers purposefully occupy the same side of the table leaving you and Joshua to sit side by side. 

Joshua noticeably dotes on you right away, scooping helpings of food onto your plate, laying your napkin over your lap, filling your glass, and not a single moment of it goes unnoticed by your parents. That is until everyone’s head is bowed in prayer. 

It’s more so out of obligation that you dip your head whilst Joshua’s father says grace but then his very own son’s wicked hand is beneath your dress, trailing between your thighs. You sneak a panicked glance in his direction and he raises a brow, daring you to make a single sound, then he’s pushing against the inside of your right thigh, urging them apart. 

You hold your breath, uncrossing your ankles and subtly opening your legs after another insisting nudge. Joshua’s longs fingers toy with the ribbon on your underwear before rubbing boldly against your cunt, the white satin material sticking to your increasingly slick folds. A whimper arrises in your throat and you nearly choke on it, swallowing down any sort of reaction that could give you away. 

His hot hand cups your pussy and he smirks at how tightly you’re clenching, near shaking with clipped control, his head still bowed like the devout son he’s believed to be. Finally, you hear and ‘amen’ and you echo it in a constricted tone, trying not to sigh as Joshua’s hand moves back to your thigh and slowly out from under your dress. 

“Honey, you’re looking a little flushed, are you too warm? I can turn the fan on.”

You stutter out a laugh, picking up your glass and guzzling down your water. “Oh, no mom, I’m fine. I just got a little dizzy there for a moment. Must be starving…let’s eat!”

Joshua smirks to himself yet again, listening to you ramble on. 

There’s the normal causal dinner conversation and for the most part, Joshua doesn’t do anything to make you feel like spontaneously passing out. He does however take great pleasure in throwing little compliments at you indirectly, feeding them to your family, and even sometimes physically feeding you straight off his own plate. As if there isn’t a perfectly good one in front of you. 

Your mothers, like two gossiping hens, whisper back and forth as he spoons you another bite, watching you chew it and swallow it down with an affectionate gaze. 

They at least wait until the end of dinner to start the great inquisition.

“So,” here it comes, “What’s going on between the two of you?” his mother squints, smile clearly conveying her suspicions, “Come on,” she pouts in her son’s direction, “You know you can’t lie to your mama.”

You look at Joshua and he looks at you but truthfully, you have nothing to offer him. Not that he needs help apparently because his answer is smooth, simple. 

“We’re...sort of seeing each other.”

Your parents fall into a flurry of excitement, asking all sorts of questions and cooing over the two of you. Joshua answers everything smoothly, only fumbling once when his mother snickers something about grandchildren, at which you finally let out a little huff of laughter. The sounds seems to release a little tension in Josh’s shoulders and he looks over with a soft smile. 

You realize then he’d actually been nervous about your reaction. 

You find his hand under the table, squeezing it reassuringly. To your unending surprise, he laces his fingers with yours and pulls it up to his lips, kissing the back of your hand casually as he converses with your parents. As if your heart isn’t in smithereens. 

As if your mothers aren’t hearing wedding bells in their heads already.

Your dad starts gathering plates to take to the kitchen and you stop him. “You guys made dinner, let us clean up,” you tell him, “Why don’t you guys go relax and we’ll take care of this.”

Joshua chimes in with his agreement and your parents slowly file out of the dining room, doting cheek kisses and congratulatory pats on the back along the way. Once alone, you catch Joshua hanging his head, a gorgeous smile upon his lips. 

“What’s got you smiling like that?” you chuckle, collecting dishes at his side. 

He follows you into the kitchen. “I really hadn’t planned on telling them but they seemed so excited and I guess I made it kind of obvious that things were different between us anyway.”

You pile the dishes next to the sink and turn to face him, leaning against the counter. “You mean you weren’t just trying to tease me and stir up a little gossip?”

Joshua looks down at you, a playful smirk unfolding upon his pretty lips and he steps close enough to get his hands around your waist. “Perhaps at first,” he answers, “But in truth, I find that I just can’t keep my eyes off of you…or my hands.”

“I’m not complaining.” 

It takes great effort to spin in his arms, away from those perpetually pouted lips so you can focus on the dishes instead. “I’ll wash if you dry,” you suggest, smirking when Joshua plants a kiss on your shoulder. “That sounds fair,” he squeezes your sides, “Then we have to find a way out of here so I can take you home.”

“Oh?” you giggle, hands submerged in soapy water, “What’s the rush?”

Joshua’s hands slide up to your ribs, just below your breasts and he leans in even closer, lips pressed against your ear. “Would you rather I bend you over right here?”

You can feel every inch of him against your body and it wouldn’t take much to convince you to do something stupid right here, right now.

“How long do you think they’ll leave us alone, hmm?”

His left hand cups your breast. His right encasing your throat. You can hear your parents laughing together on the other side of the wall and you swallow hard. 

“Josh,” your hands hit the bottom of the sink, bracing yourself as he pushes against the swell of your ass.

He kisses your face and squeezes the sides of your throat just long enough to watch your eyes flutter closed and then he lets go, both hands dipping down to their original position so he can pull you back, cradling you close to his chest. “Don’t worry, angel,” he whispers in your ear, “I’m only teasing.”

He lets you go and takes up a spot at your side smirking at your flustered face and tense posture. It takes a moment to reorient yourself, taking a deep breath and shaking your shoulders out. Your parents are pretty particular about cleaning up while they’re cooking so it’s really only the table dishes that need cleaning. 

Easy enough…you can make it through this.

Except Joshua’s hands caress yours everytime you pass something to him and he leans in every few seconds to dirty things in your ear. At some point your mother walks in on this and coo’s in teasing adoration at the two of you being so close. Joshua is extra smug after that but thankfully, you manage to wash and dry everything and scurry away from Joshua’s relentless grip, back out to your families with minimal damage. 

Joshua carries on conversation so easily, as if he wasn’t talking about draping you over the edge of the bed and fucking your throat raw mere minutes ago.

He has perfect patience, perfect manners, perfectly timed responses. His perfect hand is placed just perfectly over your knee in a way that is chaste in front of your families because it’s only when they look away that he digs his fingertips into your skin, his pretty, painted on smile slowly chipping away…

Joshua’s father mentions something about an event at the church in a few weeks and that’s when Josh realizes he’s stopped listening because you’re nudging him and his vision focuses on your face, sweetly smiling back at him.

“Lost you for a minute, you must be tired,” your voice rings in his ears and he blinks but you’ve already turned away and he’s still looking at your face, “We should probably get going,” you tell your parents softly, “Don’t want my ride to fall asleep on me.”

There is a hint of teasing in your tone and Joshua catches onto it just like you knew he would. He straightens his spine, stretching his neck to either side and lets out a gorgeous, fake, laugh. “I’m afraid my bed time is much earlier than it used to be.”

His father grins and lays a hand on his shoulder as everyone stands up to start making goodbyes. “Get used to it son,” his father laughs, “One second you’re staying out until three in the morning and the next you’re falling asleep on the couch by seven.”

Your parents stand out in the driveway and you continue waving to them until Joshua flips his blinker and turns at the end of the road. Slumping down into your seat, Joshua’s chuckle catches your attention and you look over to see him smirking. 

“Nice cover back there.”

You snort, adjusting your dress, “Had to come up with something. You were entirely glazed over,” you laugh recalling his empty presence, “Anything in particular on your mind”

He didn’t skip a beat. “Couldn’t remember if I folded the laundry before I left.”

You level him with an incredibly flat look and he laughs. “You look disappointed.”

Huffing and crossing your arms you throw your head back against the seat petulantly. “Here I was hoping you were too busy thinking about how badly you wanted to rip my dress off and finish the job.”

He kisses his teeth in disapproval. “If I remember correctly, you came in your panties before dinner. Getting a bit greedy, don’t you think?”

Your cheeks heat, pinching tight for being admonished, yet your thighs press together, making Joshua smirk to himself. 

“Look at you,” he purrs in a condescending tone, “Getting all hot and bothered again over a few stern words. Do you really want to know what I was thinking about, baby?”

Knowing better than to leave his question unanswered, you meekly reply with, “Yes, sir,” and he taps his fingers against the steering wheel. 

“I was thinking about dressing you up when we got home.”

You’re confused because you were already dressed up or so you thought. He was the one who bought your clothes and lingerie but Joshua, all knowing, chuckles, smoothly flipping the blinker again, so close to home. “I went shopping,” he vaguely explains.

Something tells me most of his purchases are not things to be worn outside the bedroom and you sink into the seat, glancing out the window nervously. “Who thought it was a good idea to give you adult money?”

He glances over with a smirk and lays his big hand on your thigh, fingertips ghosting over your skin teasingly. “What good is adult money if I’m not spending it on things that spark joy?”

“I believe that’s called ‘Thinking with your dick’, Joshie. Not a good investment plan.”

He squeezes the meat of your thigh and then slaps the inside of it sharply, “Funny,” he smirks at the scandalous sound that escapes from your lips before you cover your mouth in abject horror, “When I give you my dick you don’t think at all.”

Half-appalled you mimic him under your breath, folding your legs away from him and he pokes his tongue in his cheek to suppress a laugh. He’s really been too soft tonight if you’re already so riled up with your mini outbursts and pouting. It’s kinda cute. 

Pulling into the garage, you get out of the car much quicker than he does, earning a laugh as you bounce on the balls of your heels eagerly waiting for him to unlock and open the door. “You have your own key, you know? I’d intended for you to use it whenever you wish,” he pushes the door open for you to step inside and shrug off your coat and bag.

“I’ll use it…um, eventually.”

Joshua snickers at you twisting fingers and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you tight to his chest as he secures the door. “Does it make you nervous?”

You toy with the top button of his shirt, not quite looking at him at first. “It’s…well…It’s just that we’ve been friends for so long and now we’re sort of seeing each other and it’s all new and I-”

“You’re worried this won’t work out and we lose our friendship?”

You look up nervously. “I mean it’s normal to worry about stuff like that, right?”

Joshua hums in thought just before leaning closer to press a single kiss against your lips but when he pulls back, his eyes meet your own. “Is this about what we talked about earlier? About me being…disappointed?”

You don’t verbally answer, but your eyes fall back down and that is answer enough. He takes your chin between your fingers and pulls it back up, forcing you to look at him when he speaks next. “I know all of your habits, your secrets, your fears, dreams, strengths, weaknesses, everything that comes together to make you, and if you really stop and think about it, you’ll realize you know me just as well.”

Your breath hitches when his hand catches on the back of your dress, right where the zipper begins and he glides it a bit lower. “You and I have never been strangers to one another in all our lives. Even when we grew up and changed over time, I’ve loved you every step of the way.”

“Josh…” your eyes water, lip quivering as he pulls the zipper down further, slipping his warm hand beneath the material to splay across your back comfortingly.

“I loved you when we were seven and you convinced me to have a fashion show in your mom’s closet. I loved you when we were twelve and you punched that kid that bullied me right in the nose. I loved you when we were sixteen and you tried to cover for me when backed into the mailbox in dad’s car and we both got grounded. I loved you when we turned twenty-one and you made me do jager shots at that dingy bar downtown, the one with the sticky bar stools.”

You chuckle at all the memories you’ve shared, delicately wiping under your eyes as he continues, his fingers smoothing over your skin sweetly.

“I loved you when we were twenty-three and you showed up at my apartment in the middle of the night because there was an accident nearby and I wasn’t answering my phone. You stayed over clung to me all night. I loved you when we were twenty-five and you helped me move into this house, spending over a week decorating it like some fancy catalog. Do you know why I asked you to lead the design?”

You furrow your brows. “I’m your best friend and an interior designer, I kind of figured you were just taking advantage of having the hook up.”

He scrunches his nose in amusement. “I was kinda hoping you might want to live here one day,” he admits, chuckling at the shock in your face, “So you see, I’ve been waiting a really, really long time to hold you like this and be able to tell you how much I love you so rest assured, I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

Another errant tear loosens and spills down your cheek but you’re already pressing up on your toes to kiss him once, twice, three times, lingering sweetly before pulling back down and smiling at him, “How do you plan to keep me then, lover boy?”

Joshua laughs joyfully and then he’s lifting you up and carrying you from the room, pressing kisses all over your chest and collar bones. “I could always cuff you to the bed.”

“I guess you could…tie me up?”

Joshua stalls right inside the doorway to his bedroom and you slide down his body in confusion. Your suggestion bounces around in his head and he knows ropes were not included in his game plan for the evening but he’s not entirely inflexible.

Not when the woman he loves is joking about being tied up for him like a pretty little present. His cock strains in his pants and you feel it against your belly. You look down between your bodies and back up again, “You liked that idea too much.”

His eyes flit down to yours unamusedly, “You talk too much.”

Suppressing a smile, you reach your arms around him and pull his shirt from his waist band, trailing around to the buttons once it’s freed. Joshua watches you patiently, not interrupting your slow unveiling. He even entertains you by shrugging his shirt off after it’s undone. You don’t immediately reach for his belt though.

Bracing your hands against his chest, you peer up at him for a moment and take him by surprise when you kiss him again. It’s sweet, slow, one of those kisses that knocks Joshua back down a few pegs, makes his hand ghost up your spine until one is cradling the back of your head and the other finds a home on your cheek. 

For the first time, Joshua finds himself lost in the sensation of his rapidly beating heart, the delicate hum in your throat, the way he can’t stop thinking about how beautiful you looked at dinner. How natural it all is to have you at his side in front of his parents, talking and laughing about the past, present, and future. 

How badly he wants to skip ahead to all the things he’s ever wanted to have with you because he’s incredibly impatient now that the possibility rests in his hands. 

He’s not used to have such thoughts and feelings cloud his mind when he’s anywhere near the bedroom because until he had you, there wasn’t anyone who invoked such strong romantic ideals. He was strictly business with nearly all of his past partners and you’re throwing him so far off balance that’s it’s noticeable. 

“Joshie,” you giggle, kissing his heaving chest, “You’re in your head tonight. Everything okay?”

He shakes his head, blinking away his thoughts. “I’m sorry,” he purses his lips for a moment, “I don’t know why I’m so distracted.”

You tilt your head in concern. “You’re thinking about something other than me?” you tease him gently, fingers dipping just below his waistband.

Joshua laughs softly, hands squeezing at your sides. How absurd, he thinks.

“No,” he places his hand over yours, right over his heart, “That’s the problem. You’re creating chaos in here and I’m having trouble focusing on just one thing at a time.”

You can see it in his eyes, hear it in his tone, feel it in the way his hands knead into your flesh like he needs you even closer. He needs help.

Push me. Push me so I can finally think straight.

Push me over the edge so I can bring you down with me.

Leaning forward, you press a kiss to the back of his hand before slipping your own from his grasp. Joshua unfolds around you as you gently pull out of his arms. His pretty lips pout in confusion as you stand a few feet away from him, reaching around to find where he left your zipper before pulling it all the way down, slipping the material from your body. 

“What are you doing?” 

His voice is tense but there is still an air of desperation, a lack of control. 

“I’m undressing, what does it look like?”

Something in his jaw twitches at your words and he fixes his lips to speak but you interrupt him as he moves to take a step forward. “Stay.”

He halts midstep, mouth falling into a frown, brows following in turn. “Excuse m-”

“I said,” you sit on his bed, nothing but the virginal white satin and lace covering your skin, “Stay.”

His eyes darken and he ignores your words, moving toward you rather quickly but he stops with a soft oof and looks down incredulously at your foot pressed against his thigh. He pulls his eyes back up to you and it takes every ounce of courage to keep up the charade. To get him in the right headspace.

“What’s wrong, Joshie?” you pout your lips, titling your head condescendingly, “Don’t know how to follow simple instructions?”

“Put your foot down and stand up.”

His words are dark, steely, and the promise of his follow through sends a warm shot of arousal through your body. You know this is the final shove he needs and it takes the very last bit of bravado you have left. 

Giggling, you lean back onto your elbows, body laid out on display, and slide your foot further up his thigh until it rests right over his cock still straining against his jeans.

You smirk up at him with your very last words. “Make me.”

One second you’re mentally congratuating yourself for managing such a line and in the next Joshua has somehow managed to grab the sheets on either side of your body and use them to catapulte you out of bed, your legs nearly crumpling beneath you, a scream attempting to rip from your chest. It won’t however, it can’t. 

Not with Joshua’s hand wrapped around your throat. 

“Did you have your fun, baby?”

You follow him with embarrassingly uncoordinated steps as he pulls you a few feet back, eyes never leaving your face. “Want me to show you how I can make you do anything I want?”

Yes, yes, yes, you need it. You try to speak but the moment your lips part, he squeezes and you let out a whimper instead. 

“Rhetorical question,” he sneers, pushing you out and away from his body but only far enough to maintain his hold, “You’re smarter than that.”

The lack of physical contact grates on your nerves and it’s obvious. Your limbs itch and tingle and you ache to reach out to touch him, be close to him like you have been all night. Suddenly, there is a sense of pure panic building in your gut, climbing into your chest and looking for a way out.

“So needy,” he coos, walking you backwards until you’re stumbling against the bed again, clutching at his wrist, “Surely, you don’t need me to touch you.”

Wait-

He pushes you back onto the bed and stares down at you. “You can do it all on your own, can’t you?”

Lip quivering pathetically and entirely out of your control, you fight to speak and release a panicked, “N-no!” and the sound takes Joshua by surprise. 

“No?” He questions, laying a hand over each of your thighs, leaning into your space. He feels the deep shuttering breath that loosens from your chest and climbs over you, his fully body weight pushing you into the mattress. Your hands come up of their own accord, winding around his torso tightly. 

“You can do a-anything you want,” you choke out, shocked by how quickly your teasing had bled into something so desolate that it has you clawing at his skin to keep him close. “Don’t stop touching me. Please don’t stop touching me.”

“It’s okay…it’s okay,” he murmurs into your ear, kissing your face, “I’m right here. I’m not leaving. I love you, i’m not leaving….you’re okay.”

The desperation in his voice matches the pace of his movements, the way he quickly shuffles you further up onto the bed. It takes a bit of coaxing for you to allow him to part for only a minute which is spent frantically removing the rest of his clothing and your own before he’s crawling back over your body, pulling the sheets up and around you both protectively. 

Joshua’s joke about holding hands and kissing while fucking comes to full fruitition and he doesn’t even care at this point. He buries himself inside you slowly and swallows your open moaning, your desperate whining and keening. He hitches your thigh higher up on his waist and looks into your eyes when you tell him how much you love him, want him, need him and he loses himself in it. 

For the first time in his adult life he realizes that there are some situations that don’t allow for control and order and he surrenders to it, drowns in it. In you.

It strikes him that perhaps this is the most vanilla sexual experience he’s ever encountered. Missionary between the sheets, kissing, touching, whispering sweet nothings to the woman he loves. It’s not so bad. It’s kind of amazing.

You roll your body along with his, pushing and pulling equally like you just can’t get enough. It consumes you, lights your body on fire and your nails rake down his back, digging crescents into his pretty skin and eliciting deep groans that Joshua can’t hold back. He’s got little to no control over his response and it floors him. 

Especially when you squeeze your thighs around his waist, crying through an orgasm so strong it drags him over the edge right along with you, leaving him panting into the base of your throat with stars behind his lids as he empties himself deep inside. He blinks slowly but the flashes of light remains and he can’t find the will to pull away for several long minutes, so he doesn’t. 

The weight of Joshua’s body settled atop your own is welcome and soothing to the point that you’ve somehow fallen asleep, or into some level of unconciousness. It’s not quite deep enough to allow Joshua to move away from you easily but he convinces you with gentle kisses and soft laughter and you eventually untangle yourself and allow him to stretch his limbs.

The moment his body heat is gone though, your eyes pop open to track him and realize he’s not gone far. He’s simply sitting on the edge of the bed and you reach a hand out to trace over the planes of his back. He looks over his shoulder with a small smile.

“Go back to sleep, baby,” his voice is a little more spent than usual, “I’ll be right here.”

Rolling onto your side, you curl your body around him, stealing back some of his warmth. “I…uh,” your voice is hesitant as you trace your finger over his spine softly, “I’m sorry I messed up. I don’t really know what happened…”

Joshua shifts to look at you. “You didn’t mess anything up,” he corrects you firmly, “You pushed to help me refocus and it worked but then I pushed back too hard and i’m sorry for not reading things better. It’s my job to make sure we enter a scene with clear minds and intentions but I was high off emotion and not thinking straight. I’m not used to that.”

You nod, mostly understanding his meaning but the tension in his shoulders still worries you. “I’ll do better next time…I promise.”

Joshua hums in disapproval. “That’s not what I meant,” he runs his fingers over your hair and across your cheek, “This probably won’t make sense because honestly it sounds stupid as a grown man but I’ve never done…this kind of sex.”

He expects you to laugh or roll your eyes but you don’t, you simply wait for him to empty his mind as he tries to make sense of it all. 

“Listen, I got into bdsm on accident,” he puffs out a little air bemusedly, “I didn’t just wake up one day and decide it would be fun to be a kinky control freak but I had a roommate in college who was into the scene and well….it’s a long story for a different day, but since then i’ve only ever known how to operate in a dominant role. I’ve had partners I cared for but i’ve never had a partner I felt more than companionship with, does that make sense? Like outside of scenes, I didn’t feel anything substantial enough to pursue a relationship but…I don’t know what I’m even saying,” he groans in frustration, “I’m not making any sense.”

“I think you’re trying to say you’ve never made love to a woman before and you short circuited for a minute.”

Joshua’s eyes fix on yours in the dark and he laughs at how easily you’ve summerized his rambling. “Yeah,” his eyes flit down to your swollen lips and he smiles softly, “That was a first for me.”

Your eyes dart away from his bashfully. “Was it okay?”

 Joshua rolls his eyes to the ceiling, “Are you kidding?” one look at you tells him you are in fact serious and he huffs out a sharp laugh, “Not to be crude - but my balls hurt,” he utters and you snort at his langauge, “I’m serious. I don’t think they’ve ever been so empty.”

You pull the sheet over your face in embarrassment and he tugs it back down, grinning like a fool. “Hey, no hiding,” he chuckles and then looks at you a bit more earnestly, “It was incredible and I think it’s something that I could get used to.”

“Oh, you think so?” you nip at his finger toying at your bottom lip, “Won’t you miss bossing me around?”

Joshua rolls over you so quickly that you have no idea how he’d managed to gather both wrists and pin them above your head. He smirks at the way your lips part in surprise. “I don’t plan on stopping,” he taunts you, rolling his hips against your own, though he’s much sillier and sloppier than if he were to be genuinely offering another round.

The spark of interest in your eyes does not go unnoticed though and Joshua laughs. “Really? You were just asleep!” he pecks your face and pulls back with a pout, “Don’t give me those eyes.”

“Yes, sir.”

His voice goes a little flat. “You’re taunting me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Joshua rolls off to the side and props himself halfway up on the pillows with his eyes closed and like a spring, you automatically roll up next to him, one hand smoothing over his firm chest. His voice is thick with exhaustion and amusement. “What am I going to do with you?”

Propping your chin over his chest, you smile. “Hopefully, filthy and depraved things.”

Joshua winces. “Ouch, sweetheart,” he groans again, furrowing his brows dramatically, “My dick wasn’t ready for that.”

You snort at his response, pressing your forhead into his chest as you both laugh at the stupid comment - this is normal. There’s been this huge wave of new information and resurfacing feelings and having this moment to stop and laugh together over something ridiculous is exactly what’s been needed to remind you that Joshua is your person, he always has been, and no matter what new sides of him you uncover he will always be your Josh. 

“I’ll make a deal with you, ok?”

You pick your head up, smiling mischeviously, “I’m listening…”

“Mhm,” he huffs, “I’ve heard that before…”

“Joooossshhhhh,” you whine, shaking him until he pinches your side to make you stop. 

He smirks when you squeak and rubs his hands over your side, warming your skin. “I want to take you to breakfast,” you hum along, “And there’s a little weekend market we could check out,” that peaks your interest but you’re wondering what else he has planned, “And if you can make it through the morning, we can play.”

You crinkle your nose, “Oh , it sounds so much dirtier when you say it like that.”

A swift slap on the ass and roll of the eyes is all you get in response but you agree because Joshua wants to take you out on a date and you’re absolutely not turning down that opportunity.

You laze about a talk for a bit longer before he’s forcing you out of bed and into a shower but you’re grateful when your’re clean and tucked into fresh sheets. You spend a while scrolling on your phone while josh reads something so nerdy and scholarly you can’t help but tease him for it and eventually, you can’t hold your eyes open any longer. 

When joshua succombs to the strain of heavy eyes as well, he marks his page and sets the book down quietly. He looks at you, curled cutely around his torso, and smiles softly before grabbing his phone off the side table to snap a quick picture. It’s then that he remembers the camera your father gifted you and the bag of purcases in his closet you didn’t get to try on and his eyes light up with a new idea for tomorrow’s scene. 

He’s not much of a photographer but it doesn’t take a genius to work an old polaroid camera but it’s late and he has to shove the imagery of you bound and fucked out in the pretty outfits he’d bought you being captured on film before he wakes you up right then and there. Your rest is far more important. You’ll need it.

Moving you just slightly so he can actually lay down is a task but you grumble a bit and then reattach yourself as soon as he’s settled. Kissing your face, Joshua closes his eyes and eventually drifts off to sleep thinking of all the ways he can keep you here in his arms forever. 

Of all the ways you’re beginning to redefine vanilla for him.

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[feralforfrank]

── WHEN I PICTURE MYSELF HAPPY, I SEE YOU.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

summary a shitty day leads to an arguement, which leads to misunderstandings, resulting to voicing insecurities about your realtionship with bradley.

cw angst with a happy ending, miscommunication trope (?), NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

note THE DIALOGUE PROMPT: "When I picture myself happy, I see you."

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Your day had been shitty from the start. Bradley had left before you had a chance to wake up again but not to mention there was no note about his departure again. He usually wrote you a cute letter about where he was going and would kiss your forehead before leaving. 

That wasn't the first time it'd happened. 

You know exactly when it started. One day you woke up while he was getting ready to go to the base and waited with your eyes half-open and your body unmoving until he gave you your kiss to go back to sleep. That never happened. Bradley walked out of the door without so much as glancing at you.

It's okay. He forgot. It's no big deal—at least I'll get my note. But you never did get that note.

After that incident, the date cancellations started. "Sorry, babe, I have a few training exercises to complete, so I'll be home late. Go to the movies without me." "Ah fuck, darlin', you got me in a rough spot. The squad and I are going to the Hard Deck to celebrate Nix's successful mission. You're welcome to join!"

Something was happening with Rooster, and you desperately needed to find out what it was. Work? Maverick? Another woman? Your breath hitched at the thought, and you shook your head in annoyance. 

There were so many other things you had to worry about right now, and the thought of Bradley cheating couldn't get in your way. I trust him with my life—he'd never do anything like that.

You pushed your apartment door open and stepped inside, immediately letting go of the shredded grocery bags. Another sigh escaped your mouth as you watched the oranges and apples roll down the ground for the second time.

The first time the fruit fell out on the street was before you got to your building. The apples mostly rolled down the road for a good few seconds before you could put them back in the bag.

You had to wash them before Rooster got home, for he has a habit of eating them off the bowl without caring if they're clean or dirty.

After cleaning them, you placed the fruit in their respective bowls and moved on to the rest of your groceries. You hadn't even realised Bradley was behind you until you felt arms wrap around your waist. 

You startled, moving away from the counter and into his arms. A content sigh escaped, and you closed your eyes, relishing in how his warm chest felt on your back. The kiss on your temple that follows leaves your heart a sputtering mess. 

You groan, discontented, when he moves away, opening your eyes and turning around just in time to see him biting down on the apple.

"No, Bradley, don't eat that!" You try to stop him, but it's too late.

"Why not?" He speaks when he's swallowed. "It's delicious."

"God, no. The apples fell on the street right before I got here. I've washed them, but still, you should eat them without the peel."

"Seem fine to me." He shrugs. 

"Well, they're not," you snap. "So, let me peel it." You reach to grab it, but he pulls it higher, where you can't touch it.

"What is it with you? You know I've eaten more disgusting things and survived, so what's your problem?!" He looks at you with a mix of annoyance and confusion. 

You grit your teeth. "My problem is that you won't let me do a simple thing for you. Why do you have to act like such a baby?!"

"What?" Bradley is left breathless at your tone. 

You admit there's no reason to get this worked up over fruit, but the stress-filled day and now, Rooster not listening to you was getting too much. 

He tries again. "What's the matter, baby?"

"Nothing's the fucking matter, Bradshaw!" You're even surprised by how loud your voice is.

"Jesus Christ," Bradley mutters. "I'll be at the Hard Deck if you need anything." He grabs his keys and wallet, and before you know it, you hear his Bronco speed down the road.

You just stare at the door.

You take up on his invitation (was it an invitation?) to come to the Hard Deck in the late evening. Well, you couldn't not have come, for it's Nix's birthday today and you loved her too much to miss it. 

Your dress is one of Rooster's favourites, and you hoped that if he noticed it, it'd make the apology you composed in your head better.

After greeting everyone, surprisingly even Hangman, you walk to Penny. You're looking around the packed bar in an attempt to find Rooster while Penny reaches down for your favourite beer.

"Thanks." You spare her a glance. 

Before you can ask her if she has seen Bradley, she points to the other side of the bar where he's laughing with a...a woman. He's talking to a woman about your age, and they're laughing. 

You feel weak. Your knees almost give out, your eyes slightly widening at what you're watching. Whatever smile you were giving Penny and your friends is gone, for your lips have turned downwards in the most saddening way possible.

He hasn't noticed you staring yet, but you can't look away. The girl is beautiful—dark hair, tall, and skinny. Her dress is much better than yours, and you can see her body shines with jewellery. 

"That's my cousin." Someone whispers in your ear. You turn to look, and it's Phoenix.

Your head snaps back to them when the cousin laughs loudly. Wetness has gathered around your eyes, and you don't know if it's because you haven't blinked in so long or because your heart is twisting painfully in your chest.

"U-Um. I'm going for some fresh air." Your voice is shaky, and you don't dare look at Nix as you speed walk out of the suffocating bar. You make your way to the last steps of its backdoor, dropping on the sand-filled wooden steps.

Unbeknown to you, Bradley had seen the way you left the bar. He looked at Phoenix, who only shook her head disappointingly as an answer and then motioned him to find her. He didn't hesitate.

The beer was cold in your hands, so you set it beside you. You desperately wanted to go home but felt guilty when you thought about leaving. Phoenix was one of your only non-testosterone-filled friends, and it wasn't her cousin's fault for talking to Rooster. It could've been anyone on the team.

Bradley could never cheat, the rational voice in your head kept grasping at the little hope you had left. He was just making casual conversation. Right? Right.

You failed to comprehend the footsteps behind you until the person stopped and sat next to you. The familiar cologne drifted to your nostrils, and you decided to keep your head forward, wanting to hide the unstoppable tears that ran down your cheeks.

"Hi," he tries first. "Nix told me you'd be here."

You hummed, sipping your beer. "Yeah, well, I saw you were busy again, so I decided to let you have your fun." Your voice is barely collected.

"What does that even mean?" You shrug. 

"You know, I don't understand what's with you. I asked you about it, and you yelled at me, so it has to do something with me. I can't resolve the issue if you don't tell me what's wrong, sweetheart."

Rooster's body has half turned toward yours now, trying to get a look on your face, but you hide it from him. 

"It's a silly reason." There's no way you're telling tell a naval pilot you're lonely and sad without him. He has bigger problems than this. "Sorry for yelling at you. I did want to peel the apple for you; so you don't get sick or something."

"Wh-What? That's it?" 

"Oh, um—I'm sorry for calling you a baby? You're a grown man, and I shouldn't take my anger out on you, especially when you're around only once every week."

You didn't mean for the last sentence to come out, but it did anyway, and the sarcasm was evident. 

"That's it!" Rooster exclaims. "It's because I'm always working, isn't it?" When you don't answer, he knows it's true.

"You know I do this shit for you! So we can have enough money to buy your dream house in whichever place you'd like. So you can have a comfortable life. You knew what you were signing up for, so why are you doing this right now?!"

"Because I miss you, Bradley! I fucking miss you—there I said it!" You inhale, holding the tears back. "Of course, I don't want you to quit the job that you love so much! But I've been waiting for so long, after every mission, for you to come home, greet me, and spend time with me, but you don't!

And I don't know if I'm the problem—are you tired of me? Are you not happy with me anymore? Do you have another girl that's more exciting than me? What is it?!"

At this point, your voice is on the verge of breaking. You still haven't looked at Rooster. A tear escapes your eye, but he doesn't notice. 

"Baby..." He moves to hold you.

You push him away. 

"N-No, Rooster. Just tell me." 

His heart breaks when he hears your voice crack. His body goes rigid, and his breath hitches. Have you been crying this whole time? He reaches for you again, being more gentle this time, and you let him. He turns your head and tilts it upward to meet his eyes. 

Bradley can feel how wet your cheeks are as soon as he touches you. His stomach drops. He made you cry?

"Sweetheart, you're crying." You bite your lip to keep your breaths steady but look away, fearing you'll burst if you don't. 

"It's silly." It's almost a whisper.

"No, no, no, no, you're crying," he says your name and your eyes meet his unconsciously. 

"I made you cry."

"Well, I made you angry."

"Do you seriously believe that I'm not happy with you?" Your head faintly moves affirmatively. 

He stares in disbelief for a second, but then his face morphs into something sweeter. Both of his palms find your cheeks and lightly squeeze.

"When I picture myself happy, I see you. Not planes, not Mav, not our friends. I only see you."

"Really?" You whisper.

"Yes."

"Then why have you been so distant? Why don't you kiss me anymore? Where did your notes go?" You know you sound like a child, but you don't care.

"I-I thought they were corny. Didn't want you to get sick of me. And as for the kisses, I thought you didn't want them. You pushed me away in your sleep once, but now that I think about it, you were dead to the world—so it might've been an accident." Your chest felt lighter now.

"A-And the girl?" You couldn't help but ask.

Rooster laughed. "I told you, baby. You're the only one for me. Plus, she doesn't swing my way." He wiggles his eyebrows, and you can't help but laugh. 

"There's that beautiful laugh I haven't heard in days!" 

He lets go of your face, and it falls on his lap as you try to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks.

"I love you, Roos," you mutter, a small smile on your lips.

"I love you more, sweet girl. Next time you feel lonely, remember I'm only one call away." You nod.

Bradley's fingers travel through your hair, and you let him comb it. This is the first time in weeks that you have felt peaceful.

[bellaramseysgf]

Bratty much? (Steddie)

Warning(s); Bratty! Reader,soft dom! Eddie,mean! Dom Steve,polyamory,spanking/punishment.

Pairing(s); Steddie x girlfriend! Reader

Summary; you push Eddie not knowing Steve was waiting behind you.

A/n; so this came from a pretty thought @rollergirl24 posted and I fell in love <3 i didn’t proofread this but I hope it’s okay🥰 Ty again for letting me write my version of this!

This is how it was, you could always get away with being bratty with Eddie. Eddie would smack you or warn you here and there but 9/10 times he’d just let it go if you faked your puppy dog eyes. That’s why with Steve out of the house for a few hours you were being nothing but a menace.

You kicked stuff over,refused to do any of your chores,threw stuffies at Eddie,would wait for eddie to move or fix something just to mess it back up,you were pushing all the buttons and you were loving getting away with it.

“H-honey I don’t think it’s a good idea to touch that! Steves gonna be upset if it breaks” you roll your eyes and sit the picture frame back down. “Thank you” Eddie said “you know for you to be a dom you don’t really do shit.” Eddie sighed “baby, language you know your rules” “I don’t give a fuck about my rules they’re stupid anyway. Steve just put them up to make himself feel some type of control which he doesn’t have.” Eddie’s eyes shot behind you and then back at you but you kept going. “I mean Steve only ever punishes me when I’ve been bad which I always do on purpose so I still get what I want” “baby, I think that’s enough” you giggle “oh you do,do you? Well what’re you gonna do about it huh? Nothi-”

You’re little mouth froze when you felt the warm press of someone’s chest to your back and then you could smell the soft cinnamon from Steve’s cologne. Your eyes went wide and you stared at Eddie who looked like he was sorry.

“What was that?” Steve asked and you felt his hand grabbing ahold of your pair of pig tails. “Oh it was just…it uhm…” Steve nodded and gripped your hair jerking your head back to look at him. “Cmon, you wanted to use that mouth so bad a few minutes ago. Fucking use it,don’t get shy just because daddy’s back” you sputtered and whined feeling his grip on your scalp. “Sorry daddy.” You automatically apologize to him and he smiled at you.

“Well, while I talk to our other boyfriend why don’t you go upstairs and wait for me okay?” You nod and walk upstairs without another word. “I could’ve handled it.” Eddie defended and Steve chuckled “yeah? Seemed like she was so invested into listening to you” Eddie pouted “how come she only ever listens to you?” He and and Steve sighed. “Easy, I follow through.” Eddie got up walking over to his boyfriend. “What’s that mean?” Steve picked up a few of the stuffies you’d thrown “if I say I’m gonna spank her I do,if I say she’s gonna sit in time out for 15 minutes she does and not a minute less,if I say I’m gonna edge her until she’s crying I do” Steve said and Eddie stuttered “I…I could do follow through!” Steve eyes hid boyfriend.

“Fuck you Harrington” Eddie huffed and crossed his arms “do you want me to teach you?” Eddie shook his head “No because I’m gonna prove it to you.” Eddie stomped his way upstairs Steve trailing behind. “Babydoll, turn around and bend over the bed.” Eddie’s tone was meant to be hard and demanding but it wasn’t it was soft and rough. You looked at Steve as if to ask if it was okay and Eddie snapped his fingers pulling your attention back to him.

“I said; turn around and bend over don’t make me say it again.” Even though he was trying his tone didn’t sound very demanding at all. Steve Leander against the door way while you looked at Eddie confused “but…daddy told me to wait” Eddie nodded “and now I’m telling you to turn around and bend over. I’m in charge now” you glanced between them again. Finally, Steve spoke up “he said to turn around and bend over, listen to him before I come over there and shove you down into that bed.” You immediately turned around and bent at your waist hands clutching the comforter.

Eddie rolled his eyes before grabbing a hold of your skirt and flipping it up so your ass was on display. You looked back over your shoulder at Steve who just put his hands up as if to say it’s okay let him do it. Eddie drew back his hand you looked at him with those same puppy dog eyes as before. Eddie dropped his hand “I can’t do it. She looked too innocent I just- I can’t” you giggled and sat up only to be pushed back down by Steve.

“But Ed’s said it was okay” Steve tsked “No, he said he couldn’t do it. Good thing I can.” You didn’t even give Steve a chance to touch your skirt. “M’sorry! I was a brat I’m sorry Eddie I was mean” Steve smiled “continue” “I’m sorry for throwing and kicking things over inside daddy’s house y-you taught me better then that” Steve hummed. “Cmon Steve, she apologized let her go” Eddie said.

“Come here” you sat up and Steve pulled you into his lap. “You were very bad ti Eddie while I was out. It was mean if you do say such things to him and to say those things about me.” You nodded “you know I love you and that I wouldn’t ever hurt you in a way you didn’t like.” You nodded again. “So I’m gonna let you choose. 20 spanks or 4 days with cumming.” You huffed and looked back at Eddie. For once Eddie wasn’t budging “he’s right. You need to understand consequences” you whined. Steve tapped your cheek not hard but enough to get your attention “make a choice before I do it for you.” He warned you nodded and looked between him and Eddie “uh…spanks.” Steve nodded and flipped you over in his lap.

The 20 hits he gave you hurt but your tried your best not to squirm or moved around, when it was finally over eddie lifted you up. “Good job baby, you did perfectly” you sniffled cling onto him. “Our perfect little girl” Steve added as he stood up coming to kiss the back of your head.

[kadssp]

warnings: afab! reader, hair pulling, implied squirting, tummy bulge, praise, degradation, mentioned overstim, orgasm denial, spanking, choking, oral fixation, moon fucks your mouth with his fingers, mating press, swearing, minors dni

characters: Sun and Moon

word count: 3.6k

part 1

Tasty Treat !

Light thumps against the ground could be heard as the daycare attendant skipped happily through the play area. He dipped his head under structures, scanning the small spots for anyone before giggling and bouncing away to the next place to check.

He wasn’t checking for kids though. Oh no, he was looking for you. It was your idea to play this game, only he thought it was genuinely for fun.

You opened the bag you found near the desk at the front doors of the daycare, unzipping the zipper as quickly and quietly as possible before rummaging through the contents in the bag.

Your hand collided with the object you’d be using this evening, even if Sunny didn’t know what it was or how to use it, he’d surely know that it’s going to be making you a mess tonight.

The silicone felt cold against your touch, thighs trembling with anticipation of when the animatronic would find you, you couldn’t hear his footsteps maybe he gave up?

You eyed the object, clean despite being used on you almost an hour ago, maybe Moon cleaned it in the dark? You weren’t sure and didn’t exactly care.

Eyeing the opening from the spot you hid in you listened closely for any sound, something that would tell you how close he was. You peeked out, slowly inching your body forward as you leaned your head through and looked down both sides now confused where he could’ve gone. With a huff you push yourself back, looking down at the bag where the dildo sits on top, reaching back to pick it up again when you hear cogs clicking and metal squeaking.

Your body stops, heart stopping momentarily at the sound, your movements frozen in place as you frantically look out the opening for when he’d show up but you’re too late to realize he was actually behind you as a pair of soft foamy hands poke your shoulder.

He giggles, knees moving up to his chest as he rocks side to side letting out fits of laughter, voice glitching and stuttering as his head leans back. You shake it off, turning around and hiding the bag behind yourself as you face the smiling animatronic, wiping at his eyes at where tears would have fallen before he sighs deeply and leans on his palm staring up at you.

”I won our little game! Oh so much fun!” He cheers, head swaying against his hand as he watches you closely. You nod as you relax your body, this isn’t Moon this is Sun, you were fine.

”You did, Sunny.“ You sighed, faking a look of defeat as he inched closer to you. “I think you deserve a prize then.”

”A prize?” He gasps dramatically, grasping at his face as you stifle a giggle. “I love prizes! What kind of surprise? Tell me, tell me!”

His hands waved around in the air, fingers dancing as he moved while still laughing, how funny and exciting this must be for him.

You grabbed the bag and placed it in front of you, stickers adorned the sides of it along with a “Mommy’s bag! No lookie!!” that had been drawn on with a marker. His head tilted as you unzipped the bag, nervousness in your movements as you looked up at him. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea.

”C’mon! Open it, I wanna see!” He leans in, peaking at the opening of the bag which you shove to the side, the silicone toy slipping out much to your displeasure in the moment.

Your body went stiff as your eyes landed on the toy poking out of the bag and Sun took this as an advantage and took it out with a small “Ooo”.

He holds it up to his face, your cheeks burn in a dark shade of red as you look down at the padded flooring, God he was such an idiot.

”What’s this, Sunshine? What is it!!” He’s happy to learn though, wagging it in front of your face as he plays with it like it was a child’s toy… Funny.

You sputter, trying to find the right words before you groan and snatch it from him after he took a finger, pulled it back and released it while saying “Boing” as it swayed side to side.

”Sun, this isn’t— this is what we’re going to play with.” You strain a smile, refraining from saying it wasn’t a toy since that would lead to confusion for the animatronic.

His head tilts to the side, gears turning and chattering before he bounced up again where he sat, jumping closer to you as he leaned in.

”Another game? Oh hahaha I LOVE games!” His hands shoot up in the air before falling by his sides, swaying softly to the sound of the daycare theme playing outside of the playhouse.

”Yes I know, Sun, that’s why I brought this. But it’s not a kid game.” “It‘s not?!” He sounds truly shocked, grabbing at his sides as he let’s out a robotic gasp.

You shake your head before continuing, “It’s a game for us. Because we’re adults.”

He freezes for a moment before tapping against the floor. “So… It’s an adult game?” Your jaw clenches as you fight the urge of backing out. “Yes it’s an adult game.”

He cheers again. “I didn’t know adults likes playing games! This will be so much fun, oh boy, oh boy!!”

You nod absentmindedly at his words, grabbing the dildo and strap, placing it on Sun who sits and patiently waits for the game to begin, so sweet and obedient.

You let out a shaky breath, lifting yourself up onto his lap, cool air suddenly making you self aware of the fact you haven’t had pants or panties on, they were torn and ripped by Moon. It was too late to salvage them now.

Sun’s hands go to your hips, rubbing circles into your soft flesh as you squeeze his shoulders while supporting your weight up.

”Is this the game? Has it started yet!” He asks with a giggle. You‘re anticipating the penetration, not listening to his words as you stare down at the fake dick you’re about to sit on.

”Hey…” He whispers, padded hand coming up and resting against your neck while pushing your jaw up to make you face him. “Are you okay? Do you need help? I can help you, Sunshine!”

You smile warmly at him, brushing your lips against his cold smiling face before dismissing his words and slowly letting yourself sit down.

The head bumps your folds, nudging your clit and you bite back a whine as you slide it down and push down onto it as your pussy sucks it in. It’s cold, insides tingling at the sensation before it’s quickly replaced with the warmth your pussy provides, sliding down further as your mouth opens in a silent moan and your eyes squeeze shut.

Sun coos at you, playing with your hair as he holds back from moving around, he‘s unsure why he does but with you in his lap it gets his program malfunctioning to the point he can’t think of moving.

You’re embarrassed by how much the toy splits you open, thighs burning as you slowly lower yourself down further while the girth leaves your pussy clenching and stinging at the stretch.

You look up at Sun through your lashes, tears sticking to them in globs waiting to drip off and down your pretty face and your mouth is hung open as you finally sit on his lap, the head of the dick snug against your cervix. You wonder who would even get such a size as big as this.

”Are you okay, Sweetheart? Your face is all red.” He asks, worry laced in his tone yet he’s still excited about your game. You nod, biting your lip as your hands squeeze his shoulders for support before rocking your hips slowly. Your head drops, whining at the stretch and how full a toy could make you feel before you lift yourself up and then drop back down finding a rhythm that had you a panting mess soon enough.

Your tongue peeked through your lips as you released moans and whimpers, repeating Sun’s name like a mantra as you bounced on the toy dick strapped to him. He laughs softly at you, how desperate you looked for him and he finds himself embarrassed over such thoughts about you even if you were grinding your hips against his this very moment.

”Sunny please!.. aah, fuck me, Sunny.” You mewl as the tip kisses your cervix, the veins along the cock rubbing deliciously against your walls that fluttered around it. His hands squeeze at your hips, releasing a sigh before his hips buck up against yours and your breath hitches at the feeling. Your nails scratching against the metal of his frame as his hips hesitantly meet with yours trying to follow your pace.

”So good. So good for me, Dewdrop.” He whispers, holding your plush hips more firmly as his thrusts get more confident, bumping against that spot that had you arching into him, chest pressed against his cold metal body as you moan and cry out.

Your thighs burn trying to keep up with his unrelenting pace, drool on the corners of your lips as you beg for him, cry for him to fuck you.

”I’ll make you feel good, Sunshine.” He nods at his words not realizing that he’s giving you the best fucking of your life right now. “So pretty. Such a pretty girl.”

”O-ooh, Sunny! Sun ’m gonna, haah, gonna cum!” You‘re yelling at this point with your eyes squeezed shut as you can feel the euphoria on the tips of your fingers that clung to Sun for dear life.

”Go on, Sunshine. You can cum! You can do it for me, c’mon.” His voice drops, low and almost dark as he giggles and pistons into your tight cunt. Mouth hung open as you practically scream when his long and nimble fingers come down to your clit experimentally rubbing small circles around the puffy pearl. Your orgasm happens so suddenly after it you don’t have enough time to react, a breathy whine leaves you as his name is repeated on your tongue as he continues thrusting up into your sensitive hole.

”S-sunny stop.. Stop—“ You push against his metal chest plate, teary eyed as you gasp at the final thrust that hits deep as your cunt spasms and your juices spill past the dildo inside of you.

“Sorry, Dewdrop! Sorry so sorry..” He apologizes as his head shakes side to side and his hands twitch against your hips. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Your lips quirk up in a small smile as your chest heaves up and down in heavy breaths, thighs trembling against his lap as your arms are loosely wrapped around his neck.

”No it’s okay, Sun.” You giggle pressing a kiss to his face, soon followed by more as he laughs and holds you tight against him.

You’ve slid off the silicone toy now, pressing your lips all over Sun’s face as he falls backwards on the soft padded floor in the play structure. You smile at him before your eyes go wide, noticing a generator cord under his body and the sound of it shutting down nearby, he must’ve pulled it out.

The lights go out, followed by Sun’s frantic movements as he lightly pushes you off him and huddles in a nearby corner scratching at his face as he groans in pain.

You’re looking around for where an exit might be, but you can’t see shit in the darkness as you crawl across the floor, hands waving in front of yourself for any wall or opening to get out through before he got ahold of you.

”Naughty girl, naughty girl.” He chuckles darkly, grabbing your ankle and pulling you backwards roughly as you fall to the ground before being turned around on your back with your hands pinned above your head.

”It’s past your bedtime. Why are you still awake?” He snickers at you who’s unable to form a word as your mouth is left open, brows furrowed together in slight annoyance. He moves your hands together, holding them together in one tight grip while his other hand snakes down to your face, grabbing your chin and forcing your head up as he leans down his red eyes boring into yours.

”Answer me, slut.” He hisses, shoving two fingers into your mouth when you try to speak up an insult, gagging as he pushes them against your uvula before swiping them over your tongue making a peace sign. “Oh. You can’t.”

You flick your tongue against his fingers, trying to push them away as you glare up at him. His knee nudges against your bare and slick cunt, pressing against your clit and causing your body to jolt at the sensation.

”Dirty whore. You like this don’t you?” He released your hands, hand running down to your breasts and pinching your nipple, rolling the perky nub between his cool fingers as he snickers at the sounds that fall past your lips.

”Didn’t I fuck you already? Or could you just not get enough?” His head tilts slightly, fingers tapping against your tongue as you hold back the urge to swallow while drool spills down the corners of your lips. “Close.” He demands in a low tone sending a shiver down your spine and you obey closing your mouth and encasing his fingers in your warm and wet cavern with slight curiosity.

His fingers plunge to the back of your throat with how long they are, pulling them back once you gag before shoving them back down like he was fucking your mouth with his fingers. The hand on your nipple grabs and squeezes your breast hard ripping a whiney moan from your throat as his fingers continue to thrust in your mouth.

”Getting off on this, huh? Disgusting slut.” He hisses as if he’s truly disgusted by your actions. Releasing your breast and moving down to your legs pulling them up and pressing them against your chest and you mumble around his fingers in confusion before your eyes roll back in your skull as you’re filled with the dildo again, forgetting it was still strapped onto Sunny before the lights went out.

Your pussy sucks him in, milking the toy for all it’s worth as he thrusts into you at an unforgiving pace, holding your thighs to your chest as you moan and drool around his fingers that stuffed your mouth full.

He groans, voice box glitching ever so slightly with the sound as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a soft pop and wraps them around your throat squeezing just enough to cause your voice to go quiet.

”Shut up, shut up!” He growls, annoyed with you as he thrusts harder more forcefully into you, bullying your cervix as a bulge is evident against your tummy and he presses his palm that was holding your legs up against the small bulge. If he could smirk he would.

Your legs ache but you dare not to let them fall limp, shaky arms coming up to hold your legs against your chest as you whimper and mewl, choked by his hand that’s around your neck every time you get loud. Your gut tightens, the feeling of a knot being pulled apart by two ends barely hanging on by a thread as your head leans back against the padding of the floor.

Your chest burns for a moment and your eyes shoot open unable to process what happened before it happens again and you hear the smack ring in your ears. His hand collides with your bouncing breasts again before giving them a rough squeeze once more, yelping at the pain and pleasure of it all as your back arches off the ground and your eyes close.

”Gonna cum? You little whore.” He growls, halting his movements right as you were on the edge of another orgasm, your hips try to roll against his to get some type of friction as you whine out pathetically.

”No! Moon please, ngh, please let me cum.” You cry, tears falling down your face as you stare up in the dark at his red eyes, the soft sound of his gears clicking and your heavy pants being the only noise made in the daycare.

“Do you deserve it?” He grins, pressing a thumb against your clit that tingles from overstimulation, your legs tremble against your weak hold on them as you hold back from crying at the lack of movement he’s giving you.

”Yes, I can be good.. I can be a good gir— aah ooh!” Your face scrunches up in pleasure, his hips thrusting the dick back into your spent cunt as you moan loudly before choking on your sounds when his hand tightens around your neck.

He huffs, mentally rolling his eyes as he watches the ooze of your white juices dripping past the dildo that drilled into you as you came. You began to quietly beg for him to stop but are choked by his fingers pressing around your throat tighter than before almost cutting off your airway as he lets out a growl, pulling out and flipping you onto your hands and knees that wobbly hold your weight up before you feel the tip press against your folds and slide past back into your warm cunt, rubbing against your gummy walls as your head falls forward in a choked cry at the lingering pain of being fucked a third time.

”You gonna cry, filthy slut? Be good for me and I’ll give you what you want.” He chuckles darkly amused by your sobs and the tears that stain your cheeks, his hand that was around your throat coming up and grabbing your hair pulling your head up and back as you scream in pleasure, begging him to keep going, to not stop.

His other hand snakes between your legs and rubs fast and rough circles around your pearl, pushing you closer to the edge quicker than before as your back arches with a loud whine. His voice is low and close to your ear as he coos at your cries mockingly.

”Gonna- agh ngh, gonna cum! Wanna cum all over your cock, Moon!” You sob, tears streaming down your face at this point as you feel your climax nearing for a third time for the night, arms shaking like leafs under your body as you try your best to hold yourself up just long enough to come again.

”Yeah? Go ahead then, cum all over my cock, doll.” He purrs happy with the choked scream that slips passed your lips as the knot in your gut is ripped and your juices splash against the padded floor, pornographic sounds reverberating off the plastic walls of the playhouse you were in as his thrusts slowed and became more shallow before he completely stopped, pulling out and letting your body fall limp to the soft flooring with a quiet thud.

Your chest heaved up and down in labored breaths, eyes glossed over with fresh tears as you look over at the pair of glowing red ones that stare off to the side, then he turns to you and places a hand on your shaking thigh giggling as he watches you squirm against his touch.

”Are you going to be okay, doll?” His head tilts watching you intensely as you brush your hair out of your face and slowly sit up, heart beating rapidly against your rib cage and loud in your ears as you stare at him almost in a daze.

”’m fine, Moon.” You mumble, eyes drooping with exhaustion as you rub the tears from your eyes while he cackles again at you, such a weirdo in your opinion.

”Good. I wasn’t going to help you anyways.” He huffs, patting your thigh before moving away from you and standing up yet crouched over as he looks off to the side again. You suddenly remembered how tall he and Sun were.

”Clean up, and then start turning those generators on.” He says as you stand, not exactly able to clean yourself with it being pitch black and your clothes ripped somewhere near the daycare entrance from earlier that night and you didn’t even know where that could be.

”Why?“ You ask softly, arms wrapped around your form as your legs struggle to hold yourself up standing, brain still fuzzy from your orgasms as you try to not pass out.

He giggles before it’s turning into full on maniacal laughter as he turns to face you, inching closer slowly as his bells jingle softly against his wrists.

”If you get them turned on, you can leave.” He says with a half shrug you fail to see in the dark. You back away slowly with each step he takes to get closer to you, nervousness overtaking your senses as you stare up at him in slight fear of the situation you’re now in.

”And if I don’t turn them on?” You ask, curling in on yourself where you stood as his movements halt and his head sways side to side gears and cogs squeaking and chattering with his head movement.

He laughs at you again, honestly finding it funny you’d ask such a thing.

“Then you’ll be my personal fuck toy.” He grins, your eyes widening as your mouth is left open yet no sounds seem to leave you as you process his words. “Our game starts…” He drawls out, taking a big step forward and grabbing your chin between his index and thumb forcing you to look up at him as he towered over you. Your thoughts are racing as you try to even think of a way out. How were you going to turn the generators on in the dark? It had to be impossible!

”Now.”

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Muffled moans and cries mixed with sounds of skin slapping sharply could be heard throughout the room.

You were positioned behind Eddie, driving your girthy dildo in and out of his abused hole. You gripped Eddie's hips harshly as you turned him into a babbling mess by just a few deep thrusts, ghosting over his prostate, and slapping his bouncing ass a few times.

In front of him was Steve, hands tangled in Eddie's long mane as he pushed Eddie's head all the way to the bass of his cock. Eddie choked and sputtered when Steve yanked his head up to breathe thru his mouth before returning it to his cock.

You and Steve used Eddie's mouth and ass as though he were a human fleshlight. You felt Eddie's naked thighs shake against yours as you pushed him to his breaking point over and over, making his whines get louder.

"How's it feel to have your ass be used while your mouth is thoroughly fucked? feels good, doesn't it slut?" you mocked and belittled Eddie, quickening your already unforgiving pace. Eddie nods stupidly and tries to speak but only grumbles an unintelligible spew of words because his mouth is currently filled with Steve's cock.

"Stupid boy, nobody can hear you when your mouth is being filled with my cock." Steve threw his head back and laughed at Eddie's expense, hand still in his boyfriend's hair. Since you were behind Eddie you couldn't see his beautiful eyes welling up in tears from the absolute pleasure and exhaustion.

"Aww, our baby is so fucked dumb that he can't even speak." you coo mockingly as you slapped Eddie's ass harshly, inciting a low moan from him. Steve looked at you with a playful smirk on his lips, eyes glinting.

"Our slutty boy can't even go a day without begging for his ass and mouth to be fucked properly."

You leaned over Eddie's body and puckered your lips before feeling Steve's lips touch yours. You and Steve never ceased your thrusting as your tongue brushed up against one another, fighting for dominance, which you won. You smiled into the kiss when he explored your mouth frantically. Steve was always so needy for physical contact.

The hot and rough make out session lasted for some minutes until you both needed air. Your face was still inches away from his when you spoke, "Open up Steve." your hand gesturing to his mouth.

He obediently opened his mouth, to which you spat in it and Steve gladly swallowed.

You parted and focused your attention on the crying man beneath you. You bottomed out before forcefully pushing in deep. You continued this process of pushing the thick dildo back in Eddie's hole, hitting his prostate dead on.

"Fuck, gonna cum." Steve cursed as he threw his head back in pleasure. His thrusts into Eddie's mouth quickened before abruptly stopping with a violent shudder and loud groan.

"That's it baby, cum in his mouth like a good boy." you watched as Steve kept his grip on Eddie's hair as he shot his load into him. Steve moved his cock away once Eddie swallowed his ropes of cum.

Now that Steve wasn't tugging at Eddie's hair, you were able to grab Eddie by the neck and push him against your chest. He yelped at the new position. Your elbow was wrapped around his neck with your lips close to his ear.

"Suck Eddie's cock, Steve."

Steve nodded and kneeled in front of Eddie, grasping his cock then gave it a few pumps before taking him in his mouth painfully slow.

"Ah, fuck daddy...feels so good." Eddie's head fell back on your shoulder as he finally felt some relief to his aching and previously untouched cock.

Your other hand that wasn't holding Eddie in place tweaked his hard nipples, circling the nub slowly. Eddie's hips shot up into Steve's mouth from the pure overstimulation.

"I'm gonna cum, please let me cum, I've been so fucking good mommy and daddy..." Eddie pleaded. His voice sounded so whiny like he was so close to flat out sobbing.

"Hmm, I don't know Eddie. Should we let our slut finally cum, Steve?"

Steve's mouth left Eddie's cock with a filthy sound, "I guess he has been a good boy..." Steve said, voice trailing off.

"Your right..." you moved Eddie's hair behind his ear before growling, "Cum you filthy slut."

Eddie cried out as you hit his prostate repeatedly and Steve's mouth suffocated his needy cock. He thrust up before yelling.

"Ah, ah- oh fuck...yeah, gonna fucking cum so hard...yes!" Eddie yelled as his hips stilled before he came in Steve's mouth, shaking violently. Steve's head never stopped moving as Eddie shot ropes of seed down his throat.

Steve took Eddie's flaccid cock out of his mouth then grabbed the nearest towel to wipe the cum that escaped. You took the dildo out of Eddie and undid your strap on.

Eddie found his way onto the bed, laying there with droopy eyes.

"So, who wants to eat me out?" you asked, smiling at your boyfriends.

[padawansuggest]

SpaceTok

Bail: Hi, I’m Bail, I’m the one throwing the party, and I think the nice Master Kenobi is gonna be the drunkest.

Padme: I’m Padme, I saw Obi-Wan do two lines of coke halfway to Bail’s apartment, so he’s gonna be the most messed up.

Cody: Hi, I’m Cody, I’m the designated driver because I trust no one in this apartment, and I watched Obi-Wan do a line of coke before we left his apartment, so, my guess is he’ll be the one over my shoulder at the end of the night.

Anakin: Hi, I’m Anakin Skywalker, The Chosen One, crackin open a dark one with the boys, we killed a Sith chancellor and I’m- on the floor. And yet! I think Obes is gonna be the drunkest. He did a bodyshot off Wooley. It was hilarious.

Wooley: *red blushing stuttering for a half a minute, runs out the bathroom again*

Mace: I’ve foregone the alcohol and stolen Obi-Wan’s coke bag. God we need to get him into rehab. He was the cutest lil baby too! He would climb into my lap to tell me his cursed prophecies he dreamt of during naptime! It was always so sweet! And a little bit scary! And really migraine inducing! And now he does coke! At least he’s not partaking in Space Meth… yet… he’s probably gonna have a hangover for a month.

Rex: my name’s Rex, and I saw Kenobi trying to convince Cody and Wooley to have a threesome with him, but they won’t touch him cause he’s fucked up. Also he’s drunk. So. Money’s on him.

Fives: Hi! I’m Fives! Rex doesn’t know I’m here! He said it was past my bedtime and he didn’t want me and Echo trying liquor for the first time, in front of Jedi, so, here goes! *downs a shot of straight vodka, sputters and spits it all out, starts crying* wtf that’s so gross.

Echo: *standing right next to him, grinning* Rex doesn’t know that me and Hardcase regularly out drink each other. I’d like to keep it that way.

Fives: *coughing* Echo, it’s so gross!

Echo: It’s okay, you big baby, let’s go find Rex so you can cry on him about it.

????: The door was open so… I just came in. If I knew this was a party for Jedi and clones I wouldn’t have touched it. I just like crashing rich Senators parties! I didn’t know scary people would be here!!! I’m afraid of how to get out.

Obi-Wan: *gently closes bathroom door, takes a deep breath, centers himself and turns to the camera, in a perfectly even and collected voice-* Gentlebeings of the Republic, I stand before you today as a representative of the Jedi order, to plead with you, with the reputation of handling Aggressive Negotiations, that you /will/ be giving the clones full rights /and/ reparations, or there will be a new Sith in this galaxy and he will not be playing the long game, there will be no long game to play if violence begets violence, and you have caused violence-

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Awake My Soul • 14

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

WC: 7.9k

Summary: It’s been 5 years since zombies first began their invasion, and despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve managed to survive up until this point. Now it’s time to face your most dangerous challenge yet….the grumpy, untrusting, fiercely protective Bucky Barnes.

Chapter Warnings: A LOT of torture, needles, syringes, mentions of blood, death, nightmares, someone not eating or sleeping, electroshock therapy, a gross thing with a tooth, suicide. Listen....it's a rough one, fam.

A/N: Thank you so so so much for being so patient as I wrote this. It might take the same amount with the others, but I promise I will finish this series and I'll do my best to give it the ending it deserves &lt;3

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Meine kleine Puppe - My little doll.

Bucky slammed the Hydra agent against the wall, his feet dangling in the air, hands clinging to the vibranium arm in a measly attempt to loosen the grip he had around his neck.

“Where is she?” He growled through clenched teeth, eyes blazing with unending, unbridled rage.

The agent, though very much struggling to breathe, let out a choked laugh. “As if I’d tell you scum. Hydra would kill me.”

Bucky pulled the agent away from the wall so he could slam him back into it, creating an outline of his body in the drywall. “I’m gonna fucking kill you if you don’t so ANSWER ME!”

“Bucky!” Steve shouted, but his friend kept his gaze on the snickering man before him. “Enough.”

Bucky tensed his jaw, finding the tiniest bit of comfort in the way the agent's face was turning blue.

“At least,” he gasped, “if I die now, it will be for a cause I believe in.”

His hand tightened around the agent’s neck.

“Don’t be fooled,” Bucky said, a smile creeping up his lips, “if you don’t talk now, I’ll make sure you wish you were dead before I finally end your useless, miserable life.”

Steve grabbed him by the shoulder, jerking him away. The agent fell to the ground, sputtering for air.

Bucky shoved Steve away. “You need to back off right now before-”

“Before what? You gonna torture me, Buck? Kill me? Is that the new norm when you’re upset? What the fuck is this, man?”

Bucky shook his head. “Lecture me all you want later, Steve. I’m doing what I need to do to get Y/n back. If you have a problem with that then fucking stay out of it.”

He turned to the fallen agent, grabbing him by the collar until their faces were inches apart.

“You think you have a cause worthy to believe in? You’re just a rat doing the bidding of people who could get two shits about you. If you want to support them? Follow them? Fine. But I’ll get you to talk, even if it costs you a few fingernails and teeth.”

The agent chuckled, his tongue sliding over his teeth. “Nice try, Mr. Barnes,” he said, then pulled out one of his back molars so effortlessly that Bucky flinched, shock preventing him from reacting in time as the agent broke the tooth between his teeth, a white, milky substance bursting into his mouth. “I’ll see you and your girlfriend in Hell.”

Bucky roared, shaking the man as blood dripped out of his eyes, body convulsing before going completely limp.

He threw his corpse to the ground, then punched a whole into the wall closest to him. “God FUCKING dammit,” he yelled.

“It’ll be okay, Buck,” Steve said softly, the regular mixture of concern and pity in his voice. “We’ll look somewhere else. Maybe there’s another agent hiding in this mall that we haven’t found yet.” He tried to rest a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder but he jerked away.

“Even if there were another one of these assholes, they would have heard us and booked it already, Steve,” he spit out. “This was our only shot! The closest we’ve been to finding her! And you fucking ruined it!”

Steve swallowed, maintaining a calm demeanor. “You and I both know he wasn’t going to tell you anything.”

“We could have at least tried to get something!”

“So what? You were going to break his bones and rip out his fingernails, Bucky? Is this who you are now, a monster like them?”

Bucky looked to the ground. “If it’s what I need to do to get her back.” His voice was softer, but still firm. Resolute in that horrifying statement.

Steve scoffed. “No way. I’m sorry man, but I’m not going to allow you to lose yourself to find her. She wouldn’t allow it either if she were here-”

“BUT SHE’S NOT HERE STEVE, IS SHE?” Bucky screamed, veins popping out of his forehead. “I let her come with me to save you and put her right back into their hands. She’s gone, and it’s all my fault.” His voice broke at the end, but he forced the tears to stay behind his red-rimmed eyes.

His friend relaxed, taking a step forward to once again attempt comforting his friend. “Buck…”

Bucky sniffled, taking a step back to kneel down by the fallen Hydra agent, inspecting for any clues. Steve stayed where he was, taking his cue to be silent.

When he deemed that there was nothing useful on the body he stood up, storming past Steve.

“We should head back.”

You had been gone 57 days.

Each one of them passed with such agonizing slowness and rapidity. Bucky felt each second pass that you weren’t there with him, palm pressed in his, head on his chest. He also felt the devastation of another day gone, of you being tortured by your captors. There was a gnawing feeling in the back of his mind telling him that time was running out.

But he couldn’t fucking find you, and it was breaking him.

That moment he awoke to find you gone, that silly goodbye note you had left begging him not to go look for you, Bucky allowed himself one minute to shatter. 60 seconds to let grief totally consume and paralyze him.

When that minute passed, he stood up and got to work.

Of course he, Steve, Yelena, Kate and Clint dropped everything and booked it to the Hydra prison, only to find it completely empty. Any trace of their existence there being the bloodstains that covered the building.

They searched miles and miles past the perimeter, Bucky only stopping when forced by the others as they commanded they take a break and rest. At least for the sake of the horses.

After a few days, they went back to Shield’s camp to regroup with the others and plan their next steps.

It had been an endless hunt ever since. Small packs of them searching different areas, searching for any sign of where they might have taken you.

Nothing.

No sign of Hydra was to be found. They had gone completely radio silent.

And Bucky was falling apart at the seams.

There were times - when he was riding Alpine through the woods towards his next destination, or when he was in the gym railing on the punching bag - that he would see you in the corner of his eye. He’d stop short, whipping his head around, tears welling in his eyes as he was met with nothing. His chest would rip freshly in two, just as it did the night you first left, and he’d run off with Alpine or slam his fist even harder on the punching bag.

At night, if he was able to sleep for even a few minutes, he’d dream of you.

It was always the same dream. You running through the woods, him chasing after you, trying to stop you from leaving. Your voice echoing in his mind as he screamed out your name.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t look for me.”

“Please.”

It would just make him run faster. If he was lucky enough to have a good dream, he’d manage to catch up and grab your arm. As soon as you spun around to look at him, he’d see the start of a smile forming on your face before he woke up.

Most nights, no matter how fast he ran, how loud he screamed out to you, he couldn’t reach you in time before you drifted out of sight.

No matter the outcome of the dream, he would wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for air, your voice still whirling through his brain.

“Don’t look for me.”

“Don’t look for me.”

“Don’t look for me.”

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to kiss you or throttle you after reading that note. How the actual fuck could you possibly think that he wasn’t going to go to the ends of the earth to find the woman he loved.

God, he wished he had fucking said it. The words had always been spoken humorously, but he meant it every time.

Bucky wondered if he had found the fucking balls to say it earlier, to try to find the words to tell you how much you meant to him, that it might have been enough to make you stay. That he might be able to get you to understand how much it would actually destroy him to not have you by his side. That he would have fought Hydra tooth and nail until he breathed his last breath if it meant he could wake up with you in his arms.

Or would it not have been enough, to know how much he loved you? Was leaving him easy for you? Were your feelings for him less consuming than his were? 

No. He couldn’t think that way. Refused to think that way. 

He knew how you felt about him. Knew it with every hug, every kiss, every fucking look you gave him that put butterflies in his stomach and changed his center of gravity.

“Don’t look for me.”

Sorry, Sweetheart, but I’m never going to stop looking until I find you. 

Bucky would find you.

He had to.

There was no other option.

Bucky beelined to the meeting room as soon as they walked through the gates into Shield. From the corner of his eye, he saw Cass, AJ, and Morgan standing in the garden, none of them waving at him upon his return. When you left, he had grown even more cold and distant than he had when he thought Steve was dead along with so many of their family on the night of the Hydra attack. Even after that devastation, he was always able to manage enough energy to smile at their ridiculous jokes, or hug them back when they wrapped their tiny bodies around his massive one.

Now, with you gone, Bucky no longer had the heart to smile or laugh. Didn’t have the energy to fake enthusiasm when Cass told him he managed to do a full pull-up or when AJ asked him to sit at their table during dinner. 

They didn’t even try to win his attention anymore, because he showed no interest in it, and that knowledge broke him more and more each day.

He wanted to tell them that he loved them all so much. Loved everyone here with his whole heart (or, what was left of it). That if he could smile at the dumb fart jokes Morgan made, he would. He just….couldn’t. Every moment he existed since you left was spent drowning, and Bucky didn’t have the strength to swim up for air.

The meeting room was empty when he walked in, and he went straight to the map that had now grown significantly since the gang started going past their comfort zones in search of you.

It was covered with dots, routes, red X’s, each spot a mark of failure. 

Bucky lifted up the red marker and added another X to their most recent destination, the taste of iron on his tongue as he bit too hard on the inside of his cheek.

As his eyes stared blankly at the map before him, his mind wandered elsewhere.

“Is that all you got, Beefcake?” you taunted, fists shielding your face as you prepared for another attack.

Bucky grinned, pretending to act tough as he readied his next move when all he really wanted to do was cage your adorable, sweaty face in between his hands and kiss you until you passed out.

It had been a few days after the small fiasco at CVS, when Bucky found out you were immune and the two of you realized that the feelings you felt for one another were - believe it or not -  reciprocated. You were already in the gym training with Yelena when he descended the stairs for his usual workout (one that had conveniently switched around to overlap with yours), and he felt his stomach do somersaults when your eyes met his and you took the fraction of a second you had to smile and wink at him before dodging another blow from your fierce trainer.

Once Yelena was done with you he stepped forward, challenging you to show him your ‘mad skills’ (as you called them).

Yelena just rolled her eyes with a snort, grabbing her things and running away to leave the two of you alone as you sparred.

“You’re talkin’ a big game for someone who’s about to get their ass kicked, Sweetheart,” he said in a low, menacing voice. 

If he was being completely honest, Bucky was unsure of who was going to win. Though he knew you were amazing and strong and sexy and everything good in this world, he had always thought of himself as a top-level fighter. But, you had been training with the one person who had consistently been able to hand his ass to him, so it did make sense that you’d be able to do the same.

He was also way too distracted by the fact that this was the steamiest fight he had ever been in. The feel of your muscles tensing around him as you moved out of his hold, the way your chest moved up and down as you panted for breath, the small gasps you let out whenever he made a move you weren’t anticipating. 

Bucky was an absolute goner, and all he could do was smile when you eventually jumped up his body, wrapped your legs around his neck and brought the two of you to the ground.

“Fuck YES,” you breathed out, doing a small fist bump in the air. “That’s the first time I’ve nailed the leg thing.”

Bucky chuckled, turning onto his side, head rested on his elbow as he stared at you. “It’s an honor to be your first victim, Sweetheart.”

Your eyebrows wiggled as a sly grin crept up your face. 

It was silent for a few moments then, only the sounds of your heavy breathing echoing through the room. Bucky didn’t care, though. He was just so, ridiculously, stupidly happy to be able to stare into your eyes as you stared into his, the inches separating your lips growing smaller and smaller-

“Bucky.”

Bucky turned around as Sam and Steve walked in, their expressions stern.

He ignored their looks and turned back to the maps. “I was thinking we could try going farther North next time. I can be ready in a few hours and we can head out-”

“Bucky,” Sam repeated, crossing his arms. Him and Steve exchanged glances before turning back to their friend. “You’re being benched.”

His brows furrowed. “The fuck does that mean? This a baseball game or something?”

“It means,” Steve continued, hands on his hips, “that you aren’t leaving camp anymore. For the foreseeable future.”

He scoffed. “You’re grounding me?”

“We’re trying to keep you alive, man,” Sam said, eyes filled with sadness. “You can’t go on like this. You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, and now Steve is saying that you’re getting reckless and aggressive while out in completely new territory-”

“I have everything under control,” Bucky barked out, glaring at Steve, who directed his attention to the floor in front of him. “You can’t make me stay in my room to think about what I’ve done instead of going out and finding her.” 

“You don’t have it under control, Buck!” Sam yelled. “You’re making too much noise. There’s no secrecy, no tactfulness, just you blindly going into danger and compromising you and whoever you’re with.” He sighed, running a hand over his face. 

Steve took over. “Bucky, look, we all want her back as much as you do - don’t roll your eyes at me - but if you’re going to continue to make it so obvious to Hydra that we’re hunting them,  they’re either going to take us out or move farther and farther away until there’s no chance of finding her. Or worse, they’ll decide she’s not worth the trouble and kill her without second thought.” Bucky punched the wooden desk next to him. “You have to hear us on this, Bucky. Your caring too much is making you careless, and all of us could pay the price for it. Y/n especially.”

“And just because you’re not going out anymore doesn’t mean that we won’t either,” Sam said. “We’re going to keep searching until we get answers. We won’t give up on her.”

 Bucky stared at them for a few moments, expression hard and - if he were being honest - the tiniest bit hateful.

“If she dies because I wasn’t able to find her in time, I’ll never forgive either of you.”

He walked out before they could get a word in, too ashamed by the looks of devastation on their faces.

He went straight to your room and slammed the door shut behind him, pacing and running his hands over his head.

It was all so overwhelming, the amount of emotions running through him. Pain, guilt, anger, confusion, anxiety. His brain was so overloaded that he couldn’t even feel any of them. 

Eventually he laid down in your bed, face pressed against the pillow.

He started ‘resting’ (if you could even call it that) in your room after you had left. It was this strange, instinctive need to be surrounded by your scent, to breathe in the air you once  inhabited. Even the faint imprints in your mattress formed by your body was something he craved.

Eventually, breathing into your pillow, his eyes fluttered closed and he dozed off.

You were running away from him in the woods.

He sprinted as fast as he could.

Until finally….he was able to reach out for your hand.

When he spun you around, blood was pouring out of your eyes, and you screamed when you saw him.

He awoke with his own scream trapped in his throat, sitting up in bed as he caught his breath. Though the dream only lasted a few seconds, the darkness outside your window indicated that hours had passed.

More time wasted when he could have been back out finding you.

Fuck this, Bucky thought, standing up and grabbing his pack. They can’t keep me locked in here.

Bucky quietly opened the door, creeping down the hallway as he snuck out of the dorms.

“Going somewhere?” a low, Russian accent asked casually from the shadows behind him.

He stopped, head hanging low in defeat.

“Stay out of this, Yelena,” he replied flatly.

He saw her feet walk past him. “Follow me, Barnes.”

With an annoyed sigh, he followed her.

Yelena led them to the gym, neither of them saying a word as their steps echoed down the stairs and into the open basement.

She walked over to the corner, grabbing two pairs of boxing gloves and handing one of them to Bucky.

He looked at the gloves, then at her, and when she raised her eyebrows in a wordless challenge, he grabbed them and put them on.

“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing?” he asked with no attempt to hide the annoyance in his tone.

“Hit me,” was all she said, arms limp by her side.

Bucky cocked his head to the side. “What?”

“Hit me.”

He let out a confused chuckle, shaking his head. “Yelena, I don’t know what your plan is, but me hitting you isn’t going to-”

Bucky let out a small oof as the small Russian’s fist socked him in the jaw, his giant body stumbling back.

He slowly turned back at her, anger bubbling in his chest. “What the fuck was-”

She punched him again, this time in the stomach.

“Come on Barnes, we don’t have all night,” she said, taunting him. “Just fucking punch me already-”

Yelena was on the floor before she could finish the last word, and Bucky’s right arm was fully extended, his chest heaving from the rush of adrenaline.

When she stood back up, there was a smile on her face.

“Good.” And then she was winding up for another strike.

It was the literal definition of a tit-for-tat, Yelena getting a blow on him, and Bucky getting the next.

At first it all felt childish, like they were just two punks trying to see who could wail on the other person the hardest. 

But there was so much more to it, Bucky began to realize. All this time, he had been filled with such anger and aggression that he tried to release through the inanimate punching bag, a zombie who mistakenly crossed his path, or a Hydra agent who would just laugh in his face at the pain and rage behind his eyes.

Here, with Yelena, someone who was filled with the same agony he felt, meeting him punch for punch as tears filled their eyes, it was like there was someone here who understood the emotions ripping their way through him constantly. 

Like he was finally able to fully let go.

The more they fought, the more exhausted his body became, the less he was able to hold everything in.

It was even worse because the friend before him had this look in her eye the entire time, a look that told her that it was okay. That she was there for him. That she could handle this burden for him.

Then, finally, as he raised his right fist to ready another hit, the breath he took in hitched, and was followed by a small sob.

His fists lowered to his sides, feet shuffling side to side as he tried to balance himself, emotion completely washing over him.

He was on the ground instantly, elbows on his knees, face in his gloved hands as he body shuddered from the wails choking out of him.

Yelena removed her gloves and knelt behind him, wrapping her arms around his and squeezing him as he cried.

They stayed there for what could have been minutes or hours, he truly couldn’t tell. Eventually, his sobs turned to soft sniffles, and his shoulders stopped shaking.

Yelena took that as her cue to release her hold on him, and she moved to sit by his side, staying silent as she waited for him to regain composure.

“Thank you,” he finally croaked out.

She nodded, pressing a finger under her nose to check for blood (there wasn’t, and Bucky let out a small sigh of relief).

His brows furrowed when she let out a scoff. “This actually wasn’t as bad as I was anticipating,” she said. “When Clint had me do this with him right after losing Natasha, I nearly shattered his nose.”

When Bucky laughed this time, it was genuine. “Well, I made sure not to get your face with the metal arm. Even with the gloves, I feel like that would have done some nasty shit.”

“I appreciate that,” she said, lightly punching his arm. “I’m sure Kate will, too.”

The two shared a laugh, and then the Russian’s face went a bit more somber. “I know how much it hurts, Bucky. How unbearable it is when you’ve lost someone so important. How much easier it feels to just shut down. But we have to think about what the people we love would want for us. Natasha…Natasha was the only family I had for a really long time. And I thought she was all I was going to have. All I wanted to have. And when she was gone, I didn’t want anyone else to fill in the void left behind by her. I couldn’t even look at Kate for a few weeks, because I felt guilty about seeking comfort from someone who wasn’t my sister. Like I shouldn’t be allowed to feel anything else but sadness because someone I loved so much wasn’t here anymore.”

Bucky nodded, tears continuing to stream down his face as he swallowed down the lump in his throat. He thought about Steve, the way he had been so cold towards his best friend because he didn’t feel like he deserved to be comforted.

“Eventually I realized that Natasha would have hated that, to see me so lonely and isolated because of her. Like I was doing it as a favor to her, even though it was just a waste of a life that still had a chance to live, to carry on with the love shared between my sister and I.”

She rested a hand on his shoulder. “You, Barnes, you need to keep fighting the pull toward that empty void, that urge to shut down. Not just because there are people in this camp who love you and don’t want to lose you, but because Y/n would be devastated to see that the love you two shared was locked up and hidden away forever. And not only that, but I know with every fiber of my fucking being that she is still alive, and she deserves better than to be reunited with a cold, distant version of you.”

Bucky’s gaze went to the ground, vision blurry as he continued to cry silently. 

Then, without a word, he stood up, taking off his gloves.

Just as Yelena was about to stand, he extended a hand out toward her. She smiled, grabbing it as he hoisted her up, wrapping his arms around her as soon as she was vertical.

“Love you, Lena.”

“Love you too, Barnes.”

When Bucky returned to your room later that night, the moment his head hit the pillow he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

He awoke the next morning to the sound of his stomach growling, and Bucky got up to grab himself breakfast.

Lately, whenever he did eat (which was rare these days), he would simply sneak into the cafeteria and grab a bowl of food left aside for him by Dum Dum and escape back to your room to eat by himself.

He was about to do the same today when something caught his ear, causing him to stop in his tracks. 

“Dear Ella. Impatience is not usually my weakness. But your letters torment me.”

His chest swelled at the familiar words, and Bucky turned his attention to Morgan, AJ, and Cass sitting together at their usual table. Morgan held the book up as she acted out the words she read, the boys completely enraptured.

Unable to help himself, Bucky’s feet pivoted, and he walked over to them.

Three sets of eyes were on him in an instant; wide, hesitant, and a bit confused. The new Bucky they had come to know never seemed to want anything to do with them.

“Where’d you find that?” he asked, gesturing to the movie tie-in copy of Ella Enchanted he had gotten you months prior.

Morgan gave him a sad smile. “It was left outside my room after….after Y/n went missing.”

He nodded, hand smoothing over her head.

“Can I tell you a secret?” 

Three heads nodded up at him, eyes now wide with excitement.

Bucky sat down next to AJ. “I fucking love this book.”

Giggles erupted from the kids at both the admission and the curse word, and Bucky found himself laughing along with them.

“Alright Morgan, keep going.” He took a big spoonful of oatmeal and gulped it down. “Shit’s about to go down with Ella.”

More giggles followed, and then Morgan continued reading. Occasionally the boys would make gagging sounds when something overly romantic happened, but that didn’t stop them from begging for her to keep going at the end of each chapter.

Every so often, Bucky would catch someone in the corner of his eye stopping to stare at the scene before them. At one point he looked over once to see Yelena and Kate watching them from their own table, and Yelena winked at him when their eyes met.

Cass and AJ eventually made their ways onto Bucky’s lap, their heads resting on his shoulders as they listened to Morgan. 

He had missed this. Missed spending time with the kids, giggling along with them, hugging them with reckless abandon. He promised himself that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t take it for granted ever again.

“And so, with laughter and love, we lived happily ever after.”

The table - and Dum Dum - erupted with applause as Morgan finished the last sentence, and she stood from her seat to give them all a grand bow.

“Next time, I want to be the one to read!” Cass exclaimed. 

“No, I want to read!” AJ pouted.

Bucky chuckled, lowering them to the ground as he stood. “You can both have a chance to read, guys. We can make a book club and everything.” His heart stung for a second at the memory of you saying almost the exact same words during one of your first watch assignments, but the smile didn’t leave his face as the kids cheered loudly at the proposition.

“Is this book club exclusive, or can other people join?” Bucky turned to see Steve standing there, a small, grateful smile on his face.

Bucky nodded. “The more the merrier, Stevie.”

His best friend nodded, jaw clenching as he slapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. He responded by pulling Steve in for a hug.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky grumbled into Steve’s shoulder.

He felt Steve nod again. “I’m sorry, too.”

“Love ya, punk.”

“Love you too, jerk.”

They exchanged playful hits to one another's shoulders before heading out of the cafeteria, Dum Dum giving them a small salute as they left.

“I know you’re probably busy,” Bucky started, holding the door open for Steve as they stepped  outside. “But are you down to play a round of War-”

The gates creaked open in front of them, Clint, Laura, and Sarah running through.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked, the two of them following behind as their friends ran by.

“Sarah, get your brother. Laur, go find the others.” was all Clint said as he stormed up the stairs to the meeting room.

“Can someone please tell us what the hell is going on?” Bucky asked, hands on his hips.

Clint ignored him, walking over to the disheveled map, his fingers tracing along some invisible route.

Then, his finger stopped, and he turned around until his eyes locked on Bucky’s.

“We found her.” 

You ran through the woods, gasping for air, limbs exhausted, hands gripping to each tree for any added support you could get.

You just had to go a little farther, a few more miles.

Just to be sure.

Put some distance between you and them.

Your brain was so panicked, so tired, that you couldn’t even remember how you escaped Hydra.

It didn’t matter. You were free. You were safe.

A hand gripped your arm from behind, stopping you so immediately that you almost fell on your back from the force of it.

Instead, you found the strength to keep yourself upright, pulling away from your captor.

But then…you heard the voice.

“Sweetheart,” the soothing, baritone sound caused a wave of relief to wash through you.

You whipped around, breathing out a small whimper as you looked at his smile, his eyes.

Those perfect, adoring, cerulean irises.

“Bucky,” you gasped, jumping into his arms as he held you in a tight embrace.

“It’s okay Sweetheart, I’m here,” he whispered into your ear, and you clung to him.

“I missed you so much.”

“Why did you leave?” he asked, arms nearly crushing you.

You took a sharp inhale from the growing discomfort of his hug. “I…thought it would be for the best. I thought it would keep you safe.”

Silence.

“Bucky?”

“You’ll never keep me safe, sweetie.” The bite in his voice was unfamiliar to you.

You tried to pull away to see his face. “Bucky, what’s going on? You’re hurting me.”

A menacing, familiar chuckle rumbled in your ear. “Did you really think coming back would keep them safe? That we wouldn’t go after them as soon as we broke you?”

You cried out, finally registering this new voice.

With all of your might, you pushed away from the suffocating hold.

Brock Rumlow smiled at you.

“Time to wake up, sweetie.”

You screamed.

The scream echoed in the room as you jolted awake, limbs pinned to your body with thick leather straps.

You gasped for air, eyes wide, evaluating your surroundings.

No longer in the woods, you were in the testing room that you had frequented for weeks. The cold, stinging feeling of something around your neck, a phantom pain on your skin where it touched you.

That feeling lasted at least an hour after the onslaught of electrocution the collar emitted. 

You wondered how long you had been out for this time. Was it seconds? Minutes? Hours? It was different each time, depending on how many rounds of shock torture you had gone through for the day.

“You did very well, Meine kleine Puppe,” Zola said with a level of enthusiasm that made you sick. “Your vitals have already risen to normal levels in such a short time, and you managed to last five whole minutes before going unconscious.” He walked into your line of sight, jotting down notes on his clipboard.

You glared at him. “What do I get as a reward? Six more minutes of electrocution?” you spat out.

“You know this can all end, sweetie,” Brock cooed, and you turned to the shadows in the corner of the room, making out his cross-armed silhouette. “Tell us everything we want to know about Shield and Banner and we’ll make all the pain go away.”

“So you can go take down their camp like you promised not to, even though that’s the only fucking reason I’m here? No way. I’ll gladly stay in this hell and keep you here with me, Rumlow.”

He jumped up, charging over until he hovered over your prone form, face inches from yours. “Listen here, you little bitch,” a fleck of spit hit your forehead, but you refused to flinch, matching his death glare. He squeezed your face in between his hand, jerking it to the side to expose your neck. “I know this bite is new, that Shield had to have found out about your special blood.” Brock stood up straight, attempting to tower over you as an intimidation tactic. “Ward says that mad scientist can solve anything, including developing a cure for everyone based on the shit flowing through your veins. He figured it out, and you’re going to tell us how.”

You lifted your shoulders as high as you could while tied down to the chair. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Brock,” you responded in a mocking, sickly sweet voice.

You heard the crack before feeling his fist slamming into your jaw.

Blood pooled in your mouth, and once the initial shock had worn off and you were able to turn your neck, you spit out the iron substance on the floor.

“I swear to god Y/n, we are going to hunt them down and make each and every one of them suffer twice as much as you have. Even the fucking kids. All the while telling them that it was your fault-”

“Enough, Rumlow,” Johann Schmidt’s voice echoed in the room, sending chills down your body as it always did. Even Brock’s eyes widened ever so slightly from the sharp tone of his leader.

Brock looked up. “Sir, I apologize, it’s just that we’ve been trying to break her for weeks-”

“Have you really been trying?” Schmidt countered, a hint of mocking amusement in his voice. “If you had, she would be crawling at your feet by now.”

Rumlow opened his mouth as if to argue with his superior, but closed it before saying something that might put him in a chair similar to yours.

Johann continued, walking up to Zola’s side. “Sure, we could go on over to that tiny Shield camp and burn it to the ground just like last time,” you clenched your fists, “but where’s the fun in that?” He rested a hand on the scientist’s shoulder as they shared a knowing grin. “Me? I’d rather spend our time learning how to make a seemingly strong mind shatter to pieces.” He moved to you, stroking your cheek with his pointer finger.

You spat more blood in his face. Johann closed his eyes, only appearing slightly annoyed at this sign of disrespect as he slowly wiped his face.

His lips curved upward into a wicked grin. “Looks like someone’s ready to get started. Zola?”

The scientist approached, a syringe filled with clear liquid in hand. 

Your body jerked instinctively, trying to get away from yet another needle. 

Still, even as your body was going into panic mode, you found the courage to stare Johann in the face right before the substance was injected.

“I don’t care how confident you are,” you said, head immediately starting to feel dizzy, eyelids heavy, “I’ll never betray the ones I love.”

Johann simply chuckled. “You’re loyal to a fault, pet. It’s clear as day to anyone who comes across you. Our goal isn’t to change that level of loyalty…” He moved to whisper into your ear, his voice slowing and slurring as your brain grew more and more foggy, fighting to process his words.

“I’m simply going to make you loyal to me.”

The drug flowing through your veins was so strong that when you finally closed your eyes, there were no comforting blue eyes to greet you as you fell into darkness.

When you finally woke up some time later, you realized in horror that you were met with the same level of blackness with your eyes open as you were when they were closed.

After so many years of traveling under the cover of night, your eyesight had developed so significantly that you could see almost as well in darkness as you could in daylight, able to use any sliver of light available to make out objects, landscapes, people, undead.

This was different.

This blackness surrounding you was man-made, and it was unforgiving. There was no light, no shadows, nothing. Just darkness.

You felt around the ground, trying to make out your surroundings, only to be met with cold concrete.

Standing up, limbs heavy from whatever drug lingered in your bloodstream, you walked around until you found the walls. Whatever room you were in was small, the only thing inside here being a toilet.

One part of the wall felt more hollow than the rest.

It was a door. A locked one, but still a way out.

You pushed harder, and nothing happened.

You slammed your fist against it. It didn’t budge.

You screamed. The movement of your vocal cords brought your attention to your neck.

Where the collar still remained.

“I see you have finally woken up, pet,” Johann’s voice echoed in the room and you jumped, eyes searching the darkness for the source, fists clenched and ready to strike.

“Now, now, no need for that,” he cooed, and you whipped around and swung, your punch meeting air. “You won’t be able to hurt me or anyone else in here, pet.”

That was when you caught the crackling in his voice, and you realized he was speaking to you through an intercom.

“What’s your grand plan, Schmidt?” you taunted, throwing your hands up in the air. “Gotta tell ya, I stopped being afraid of the dark long ago.” Not a fan of this level of darkness, though, you added in your mind.

No response.

“Oh, so now you’re afraid to reveal this new tactic? Don’t want to give anything away? Afraid of me finding out?”

Once again, your questions were met with silence.

It was so unsettling, you found yourself wishing to hear the monstrous voice of your captor.

Sixty long seconds passed.

Then, you heard a different voice than Johann’s through the intercom.

“Bucky,” the new voice said in a low, neutral tone. 

And then the collar around your neck surged, pain ripping through your body, the bite on your neck burning.

You screamed, clinging to the device to try and rip it off.

The charge didn’t let up, and soon you were writhing on the floor, tears streaming down your face.

It took you five minutes to pass out.

You were back into the woods, running….

A hand wrapped around your arm, turning you around…

Bucky….

His name flowing through your subconscious caused a small tingle in your neck.

Just as he reached up to touch your face….

You woke up, greeted once again by the overwhelming darkness of your new prison cell.

How much time had passed? How long had you been in here?

The thought made your skin itch.

“How long do you plan on keeping me in here, Schmidt?” you asked as you stood up, forcing your voice to not shake. “Don’t you want to rip into my body more and see what makes me tick?”

No one answered, and all you were met with was the same, terrifying silence.

Until….

“Bucky.”

The collar went off again, the immediate onslaught of pain brought you to your knees in an instant. 

You used all of your strength to try to pull the collar off, writhing and screaming in pain.

Until everything went black once more.

You were running in the woods…

Bucky grabbed you…

Your neck felt a tiny sting of pain….

He raised a hand….

You awoke, body covered in sweat.

“Whatever you’re doing isn’t going to work!” you screamed once you had finally composed yourself.

The third time you heard the person say Bucky over the intercom, a tiny part of your mind felt disdain for the name.

Each unconscious dream was the same - as it had been when they first started torturing you to the point of passing out. It had always provided a small source of comfort to help you go on.

But as each round of electrocution came, and the dream repeated itself, it began to gradually shift.

Each time you saw Bucky, when his name entered your mind, the phantom pain in your neck would grow.

When he reached his hand to touch your face, it became less comforting, and made you more uneasy.

You’d wake up, completely disoriented, body exhausted, brain in such a deep fog that you would sometimes need a handful of seconds to remember where you were. Or worse, what life had been like before the dark room.

And the more you went into the safe place in your subconscious, the less safe it felt.

The more times you met Bucky’s eyes, the more fearful you came of this person grabbing you in the middle of the woods.

Who was he again?

Bucky.

The source of your pain.

Your neck burned when you were awake and when you were unconscious, and it was because of Bucky.

You had lost count of the number of shocks you had endured, the number of times you had allowed the darkness to consume you.

At some point though, when your mind and body were totally spent, you heard the name over the intercom, and a whimper escaped your mouth before the shocks started up again.

That time, when you saw Bucky, his eyes were black, menacing, his smile malicious.

And when he reached up to touch you, he wrapped his hand around your neck and squeezed.

When you came to, the scream that left your tired body was almost inhuman.

Schmidt stood in the observation room, hovering over the Hydra agent that was conducting the experiment.

He was amazed that you had lasted three whole days, even after having to send a few medics to check on your vitals for the times you remained unconscious for hours at a time.

The whole process had taken longer than expected, but he knew he would eventually break you.

Just as he had broken the others.

He stared at the screen, a cruel grin on his face as he watched your body tremble on the ground, crying for help, begging to be saved from your once beloved Bucky.

“Bring them in,” he finally murmured, not even bothering to turn his head towards the other agent who silently stepped out of the room.

It wasn’t often that Johann Schmidt felt any semblance of excitement in his life. Usually it was all too much dulled by the stupidity and inadequacy of the human race. He had felt it a few times before; when they had first injected the serum into your veins to prevent the zombie virus from spreading through your system, or when they turned Rogers into a superhuman.

Nothing could ever top the day he and Zola managed to create a virus so catastrophic, that they broke the entire world.

This moment though, one that he had been preparing for since you first escaped, this one came close to that level of excitement he felt five years ago.

Now, it was time for the real fun to begin.

Your body was glued to the hard floor, every inch of your skin pulsing from the lingering pain that you were convinced would never go away.

You trembled with each rasping inhale of breath, praying that one of them might be your last. That you could finally be put to rest and never have to exist in this horrible, horrible world.

An unending darkness, one that didn’t scare you, but brought comfort, peace.

A bright light illuminated the entire room and your eyes squeezed shut as you hissed in pain, the sudden contrast too overwhelming.

When you slowly blinked them open, everything was a bit blurry as your sight adjusted, taking in the small, white-walled room.

In the top corner, you saw a camera pointing towards you.

Over the sounds of your heavy breathing, you heard the locked door slowly creep open.

When you saw the two people in front of you, you wondered for a moment if this was just a new dream you had created. That your mind was still being tormented and that the pain would soon return.

Or maybe you were finally dead, and they were here to comfort you as you passed on.

Regardless of whatever your current circumstance was, your heart swelled as they walked slowly toward you, tears in the woman’s eyes as she knelt down, a silver collar that matched yours around her neck. 

Her pupils were so dilated they looked almost black. Still, you could see the inherent kindness that had always existed behind them.

“Sersi?” you said in wonder, then turned your gaze to the man standing behind her, a small smile on his face, same black eyes, same silver collar. “Druig?”

“Y/n,” Sersi exclaimed, pulling you into a warm hug. You clung to her.

“It’s good to see you, Birdie,” Druig said fondly. Hearing the nickname he had given you years ago had your shoulders shaking as you sobbed.

Sersi rubbed your back.  “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

You nodded, tightening your hold as she whispered into your ear. “Bucky won’t be able to hurt you anymore.”

Chapter 15

[willowwhispersspeakeasy]

so this trope post got very popular so im milking this with another favorite trope of mine. I have a Rook drabble with it as well you can find here

twst! they force you to drink a potion w/ a kiss

characters: Savanaclaw and Octavinelle

warnings: gender neutral reader, established relationship, some non con kissing, drugging lowkey, poisoning mention, drowning mention

Leona

depression catman does so enjoy seeing that angry look on your face. but he also enjoys his sleep. if he can get both? even better.

you wiggled in another attempt to escape the man above you. a growl rippled from his chest once more, the feeling of claws biting into your sides.

"lemme go." you glared.

"no." the voice was muffed by where he had his head buried in your chest. "I have no plans to lose my favorite pillow today."

you wiggled again, desperate to get out from under your possessive boyfriend.

"lemme go." you spoke this time directly in his ear. earning a hiss as he pinned his ears back in discomfort.

"why you little-" he raised his head, pinning you were a vibrant green glare. "change your mind all of the sudden? I thought you had 'no reason to study' and were 'happy to keep me company' hm?" his tail flicked to and fro in annoyance.

"yeah, but... can't sleep." you shrugged. your brain was wired and laying on the ground doing nothing was only making it worse.

"I dont care if you actually sleep or not, just stay still-"

"no." you wiggled once more to prove your point. another angry growl from the lion.

"fine." Leona let out a sigh that rumbled in his chest as he reached into the pocket of his pants, producing a deep purple liquid in a vial.

"what's that?" you wondered.

"a sleeping potion." he replied, already popping the top and pouring it into his mouth.

"why are you taking it then-" you were cut off by his lips on yours.

he purred into your mouth, holding you in place under him by his hips. you gasped when his claws dug into your sides once again, and the sleeping potion fell into your mouth.

even after you swallowed it he didn't pull away, instead lazily crawling his tongue into your mouth to let you suck on it while you stroked your hands through his hair. he let out soft purrs as you ran your nails over his scalp.

he licked gently down your jaw, following it to your neck after he pulled away. waiting as your eyes drooped and breathing evened out.

Ruggie

hes can be a Little Shit when he wants to be. Ruggie would only do such a thing for your safety... and to mess with you a little. he could always just uses his unique magic to make you drink something but this is more fun.

you huffed and turned away from your boyfriend. Ruggie groaned from the side of your bed, complaining that you were almost as bad as Leona.

"if you dont take this medicine its gunna take twice as long for you to get better!" he complained. you turned your head away again, and much to your regret, the room began to spin.

with your fever so high it was difficult to pay attention.

"that's it. no more options baby, now hold still-" you whined when Ruggie gently placed his hand over your cheek, turning your head towards him slowly as to not disorient you to bad.

the young man leaned down, his large ears twitching just the slightest bit at the tips. you were mesmerized by the fluttering movement in your daze. he tried not to grin as he kissed you, having you melt against him instantly.

you let out a whine as he parted your lips, which quickly turned into a gurgling sound as the potion slid into your mouth. you came up coughing and sputtering and sending the beastman a glare.

"oi, if you woulda just listened to me I wouldn't have had to do that. look, it wasn't so bad after all." he giggled while petting your hair as you pouted.

Jack

pupper would never kiss you without being 100% sure of your consent. hes a big ol softy on the inside after all.

you were panting heavily from the run. Jack of course was more then fine after the jog, but trying to keep up with his lengthy strides had worn you out faster than expected. the wolfman offered you a water bottle, sitting beside you on a bench. you pushed it away, still to focused on catching your breath.

"you're gunna get dehydrated, take this." he insists.

"no... I'm fine." you wiped the sweat on your brow. Jack tried to convince you once more but still you refused.

giving up he opened the water bottle and took a swig. you watched as his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, sweat reflecting the morning sunlight off his warm skin like dew on grass. after lowing the water bottle Jack placed his hand on your cheek, which you knew meant he wanted a kiss.

you leaned in and were greeted by his soft lips molded to yours. when you opened your mouth the water rushed in, some of it trickling down your chin. you had no choice but to swallow. when Jack pulled away you huffed, snatching the water bottle out of his hands and finishing it. much to your boyfriends approval.

Azul

that would probably be used as a last resort. as suave as he may present, when it comes to kissing you Azul starts off very shy. but if your safety is on the line, he will swallow his nerves, if only to keep you by his side.

perhaps it was a needle prick, perhaps it was a poisoned apple. regardless, Azul found you, stolen away from him by eternal slumber, unless he swallows his nerves.

having no faith for some fairy tale fix like 'true love's kiss' the merman takes matters into his own hands. he spends three days brewing a potion he is sure will awaken you. he prays he is right, that such a stupid, impossible clause like 'true loves kiss' was just a loophole he can exploit.

the tweels shoo your friends away, allowing Azul a moment of intimacy with you, his lost lover. eyes as blue as the open sea trace each of your features as he gathers his hopes like fishing nets.

the potion is clear like water, and his hands shake as he removes the cap. a gently hand placed over your cheek as he takes a deep breath, emptying the contents into his mouth.

your lips are cold against his, tugging anxiety in his ribcage. with the utmost care he opens your jaw, tongue parting your lips. his thumbs stroke at your throat, stimulating it to swallow the bitter liquid.

Azul finally pulls away, blinking down at you as he pushes his glasses back into place. no movement. the grains of hope he had gathered fall like sand through his hands. tears cloud his eyes and ink lays on his tongue.

he sniffles, wiping his closed eyes with the back of his sleeve. his glasses shoved aside and crooked in his distress. his heart leaps in his throat when he hears a gentle voice.

"...Azul?"

Jade

you really should only trust Jade about as far as you can throw him. he probably won't do anything purposefully to hurt you... probably.

picking up an extra shift when Floyd was in one of his moods became a regular part of your routine, well, as regular as the merman's mood swings can be.

Mostro Lounge was closing for the night and you were helping Jade clean up the kitchen while Azul counted the money for the evening. finally drying the last of the silverware you sighed, thoroughly exhausted for the evening.

Jade wiped his hands on a towel, and for a moment your eyes lingered on his long, thin fingers. it would seem your gaze did you escape the young man's notice, as a deep chuckle purred in his throat.

"sorry... I didn't mean to stare..." you looked down at your shoes.

"its alright. its rather normal to admire ones lover after all." he grinned, using the same hand to lift your chin. your gaze met his mismatched one, mischief glinting behind his eyes. you watched his eyes fall to your lips, before slowly dragging away.

"I was working on something this afternoon," Jade wandered over to where his jacket hung, digging around in one of the pockets. he produced a vial, a sickening green liquid, thick like a syrup, inside it.

"I wanted to try it, but I need another set of eyes. would you be willing to record any shifts or changes in behavior you see?" he asked, turning back to you as he removed the stopper.

"I mean... should you be just, drinking that? I what if you get hurt Jade?" you frown at the tall man. Jade offers you a reassuring smile.

"you are so caring my darling. that is why I trust you to help me." he caressed your cheek, his usually gloved fingers were soft as the skin of his hands brushed your chin.

you reached out to try and stop him as he knocked the vial back, green liquid draining into his mouth. you watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips after, before those predatory eyes fell to you.

you gasped as he pulled you in for a kiss, and only then did it dawn on you. not only did Jade not swallow the potion, but he never actually said he was going to drink it.

it was sour and fizzy on your tongue, your hands fisting in his shirt. you considered spitting it out in his face, but his hands were already on your neck. thumbs pressed along the sides of your throat, stimulating you to swallow, and you did.

panting as he pulled away you felt betrayal settle in your stomach.

"do not glare at me so, darling. I would never offer you something I wasn't willing to take myself~"

Floyd

another fucker who likes messing with you. be careful hanging around him. Jade did try to warn you, hes careless and you may find yourself in a situation you can't get out of.

as much as you enjoyed swimming with Floyd, you usually preferred either a warning ahead of time, or him not to drag you into the middle of the ocean with no way up to the surface.

but of course the feral merman gave you no warning of where you were going when he dragged you through the mirror. now your lungs were burning, and you were far to deep under water to make it to the surface before your air ran out.

clutching to your unworried boyfriend, you placed your hand around your throat in panic. having been distracted by a brightly colored school of fish Floyd finally turned to you, flashing you a grin full of razor sharp teeth.

you tugged at his arm desperately, panic in your eyes. Floyd seemed unbothered as he wrapped his long serpentine tail around your legs, winding one arm around your hip to pull you against him.

"whoopsie daisy! no breathing Shrimpy?" he grinned. you would have smacked him had you not been so frightened of drowning.

Floyd cooed to you, producing a pill capsule from, heaven knowns where, and shaking it before your eyes.

"dont worry, I have this~" you reached to grab it but Floyd pulled it out of reach. before you could wrestle him for it he popped it in his mouth and bit down.

you stared at him in shock as to why he would waste a capsule full of a breathing potion when hes a merman. you didn't have time to fully ponder this though because Floyd was dragging his hand to the back of your head and pressing you in for a kiss.

struggling against him as your lungs cried for oxygen, your eyes became puffy from tears. you tried to push him away but the eelman just squeezed you tighter.

finally your lungs burned to much. excepting your fate to die, drowned in the arms of merfolk like so many sailors, you gasped into his mouth.

the bitter tasting liquid hit your tongue and slide down your throat. finally releasing you from the bone crushing grip you gasped and sputtered. panting hard at the creature before you.

"haha Shrimpy, you really thought I was gunna let you drown? where's the fun in that!"

[lxvebun]

traces of my heart

synopsis: Genshin boys and their love confessions/ almost confessions

content: Kaeya/Childe/Zhongli x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Implied kissing. Slightly possessive Childe. You wear Childe's clothes. Bro, they are so deeply in love with you. Use of nickname darling, love. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

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Kaeya

Archons, you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Just looking at you feels like a privilege. Especially right now, with the stars reflecting in your eyes and the moonlight painting your skin. Kaeya took you out to Starsnatch cliff to show you the beautiful sight of the stars yet your beauty outshines the universe above you and instead of admiring the stars he's admiring you. h

He's glad you're oblivious to the love filled look he's giving you because if you were to turn towards him and let him get the best view of your beautiful face, his heart will not be able to handle it and he will lose any composure that's left.

"You're supposed to stare at the stars silly, not at me"

Spoke too soon. Maybe you do pay attention to the surroundings…or do you just pay more attention to him. That thought alone is making his head spin.

"Can you blame me? you shine a hundred times brighter than any star ever could."

He doesn't know where he got the courage to speak but he's glad he did because the little laugh you let out at his words is such a heavenly sound he wants to hear it everyday. He wants to make you laugh and happy everyday. The Archons know he’s been dreaming about being yours for forever now. Dreaming about  being able to hold you, kiss you, wake up to you in the morning and cuddle together at night. Oh, the things he would do to be yours. Maybe today he finally gathers the courage to tell you that he's in love with you<3

Childe

He can feel his heart fluttering in his chest and a blush slowly creep down his cheeks. Archons, he prays you will admire the snowfall through the window long enough for him to collect his composure. The last thing he needs is to start stuttering over his words when you ask him if he’s okay. And all because of a coat, his thick winter coat that he let you borrow to withstand the freezing temperatures of Snezhnaya. It just looked so right on you, as if it belonged to you, as if he belonged to you. Archons, He wants to belong to you. To openly love you, dote on you, cherish you, and receive you and your love in return. To let everyone know that you're his and he's yours. Childe was so wrapped up in thoughts about you and him that he didn't realize you moved away from the window and towards him until you gently grabbed his hands and rubbed comforting circles into his skin with your thumb.

"Are you okay AJ? You’re never this quiet"

It takes everything in him to not just scoop you up into his arms and kiss you till his heart's content

"ye-yeah! Never better darling. Is the coat comfortable, do you need extra layers?" He sputtered out quickly, squeezing your hand and pulling you into a twirl in front of him.

"It’s okay, your coat is keeping me warm enough. it's very comfortable!  it's so soft and cozy and it still smells like you.. I might have to steal this one from you >:)"

He’s positive you are trying to kill him. You already own his heart. There's no need to make it beat so quickly as well. Not to worry, Childe is nothing short of competitive.

"Wouldn’t have to steal it if you became mine, you know." He whispers. Leaning in close until the tips of your nose almost touch. Despite the confident and bold action, his heart is pounding against his chest and he has a hard time holding eye contact.

After receiving no response for you, the confidence slowly slips out of him. You’re too quiet. did he mess up? Awkwardly clearing his throat he tries to let go of your hands but you stop him. Tightening your grip on his hands and continuing with rubbing circles into his skin.

And in return, you’d become mine? You asked so quietly, finally breaking eye contact to look at your intertwined hands. Even being so close to you, he barely caught the words.

He can’t help letting out a relieved chuckle. Letting go of your hands and gently cupping your face, leading your eyes back on him. Once again, leaning in close. there’s barely any distance between you two now. You can feel the warmth of his breath hitting your skin, and is that his or your heart that's beating so quickly?

"I've always been yours, "he breathes and closes the distance.

Zhongli

Zhongli doesn’t think he's ever been so utterly consumed by something, let alone someone. You make his heart beat like it's never done before and for a second he thought something was wrong with his mortal form. the pounding in his chest, the fluttering in his stomach, the way the air catches in his throat when you make eye contact. Deep down inside of him, he knew from the moment he laid his eyes on you, that you were going to become a piece of his soul. All these thousands of years on earth, watching over his people, watching over couples in love, reading romance literature, watching romance plays, all of it couldn't have prepared him for how deliciously devouring love feels like.

Whenever you come over to drink tea, all he can think about is waking up every morning next to you. The warmth of the sun painting the room and your skin in a soft golden glow, holding close you in his arms, tracing your skin and gently memorizing every little detail, every mole, every scar. Reluctantly crawling out of your embrace to prepare a tea kettle with your favorite tea and pulling out your favorite tea cup that despite the chipped rim you always preferred drinking out of. Waking you up with soft kisses and seeing that gorgeous smile appear on your face, crawling back in bed with you, drinking tea, and stealing more little kisses from you-

"Zhongli!"

Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. Archons, his head feels a little foggy from all the love-filled and flowery thoughts. Slowly coming back to his senses he can see the now cold cup of tea on the table, the uneaten cookies you baked for both of you, and looking up a little, the concerned look in your eyes as you examine his face. How rude of him, he thinks, spacing out in the middle of your conversation.

"My apologies y/n my mind went,, elsewhere for a second" He can tell from the frown on your face that his apology didn’t do much to get rid of your worries

"Are you sure you’re okay" you stand up from your place across from him and kneel next to his chair, placing the back of your hand gently against his forehead to feel his temperature. He feels warm, and not the usual warmth he radiates.

"You're a little warm. Are you feeling well do you need to lie down?"

Your face is inches from his now. You’re even more beautiful up close. Golden eyes trail over every little detail of your face. It was a miracle his pupils didn't turn into little hearts

No that's not necessary, but thank you, love. I don’t want to cut our time together short.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that! I'll just keep you company!" You happily exclaim as you fish a book out of your bag and head over to the couch, "you can lay your head on my lap, and I'll read to you"

Who is he to decline your kind offer?  As he lays his head on your lap and you begin reading out of your book, your hand absentmindedly stroking through his hair, the thoughts about you and him, who you two could be, and what kind of life you two can build quickly flood back into his mind. He needs to find out how to reveal his love for you, he doesn’t think he can stay just friends any longer. But that's a problem for another day for now, he'll let himself indulge in the thoughts, the heavenly sound of your voice reading out loud, and the softness of your hand stroking through his hair.

Thank you for reading bunnies!<3

[universallycinematic]

a living fantasy. steven grant x reader

pairing. steven "with a v" grant x reader

warnings: established relationship, fluff, i just wanted an excuse to avoid my studies long enough to envision steven as i truly wish to see him

summary. you spent the night in steven’s flat for the first time and, despite all his worries, he is the one who wakes to you.

word count. 1553

inspiration for this piece. u move, i move john legend x jhené aiko.

He could still hardly believe you were real. Let alone, standing in his flat, moving toward his kitchen, with the utmost ease and ecstasy. You were wearing nothing but one of his button-ups – the blue one with the stripes that you once commented on and he now wore most frequently to work. The top few buttons were undone, teasing glimpses of your bare skin as you reached above your head, fingertips brushing the spines of his books. His eyes watched you lazily, blinking only when absolutely necessary, so as to never miss a single movement.

The early morning rays of the sun felt almost familiar as they brushed your legs and wound tantalizing up every part of your exposed body. The light played in your hair, dusting every strand with a golden luminance he craved to sear into his mind for the rest of his life. Every beam of light felt dazzlingly bright in all the right ways, especially as they framed your face with a morning glow he found absolutely perfect. Some part of him recalled this was the earliest he had ever been awake. It felt like some small act of kindness – either from whatever gods above or Marc himself. He mentally reminded himself to thank any and all parties responsible for allowing him this moment of pure bliss.

Your poise was light, almost soundless, as you moved into his kitchen, cradling a book at your hip. His chest nearly burst with affection at the thought of you busying yourself, as silent as you could, to avoid waking him. The small act of kindness – the mere sentiment alone – sent him reeling back into the previous night when your hand rested on his bare chest and your eyes bored into his with so much genuineness he hadn’t the slightest clue how to contain himself.

“If there is anything I can do to help you, please tell me, Steven.”

“Right, yeah,” was all he said, like a sputtering mess in desperate need of a moment to catch his breath. He couldn’t help it. Everything about you was so alarmingly gentle and perfect, he still found himself looking for subtle reminders he wasn’t dreaming the whole thing.

Not wanting to push him further, you only smiled and dropped a light kiss on his neck. Your next words came as a featherlight caress on his sensitive skin. “Okay, I’ll be quiet now. I want you to sleep, Steven. Just sleep.”

An amused smile played on his lips as you began to sashay your hips, dancing to a melody only you could hear. He was elated to see the joy he was feeling reflected in your every movement. He wanted to expose that he was, in fact, awake, perhaps cross over to the kitchen and boldly encircle his arms around your waist. The thought played out a few times in his head, but he couldn’t bear to disrupt the scene in front of him. Some nagging part of him still believed everything to be nothing more than a falsity – a mere fantasy birthed from his desire for you since the moment he saw you step into the museum. 

You turned abruptly, and, for a moment, his heart leapt and his body nearly froze. He thought that was it, that was the moment you would find him awake and disappear into the thin veil of whatever his mind pulled you from at the request of his months worth of yearning and pining. But you didn’t notice his hooded gaze or the obvious hitch in his breathing. Instead, you only placed his book on the counter and began to scan whatever remnants of food and ingredients he had in his kitchen.

Steven was sure he could be so completely enraptured by your presence for the rest of his days, if life allowed it. He enjoyed the soft smile that had been etched onto his face the moment he saw you. It nearly terrified him how easily he’d become accustomed to the slow rise and fall of his own chest – a calm he hadn’t had the chance of experiencing in months. If this was a dream, he wasn’t sure he wanted to wake.

Finally, wordlessly, he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you. He needed to be near you.

He was soundless as he moved, chasing your familiarity with every cautious step forward. He was going to reach out his arms, pull you against him and revel in your proximity. The thought that he could do just that excited him more than anything. You had told him more than once you were his. He could hardly believe it then, and he could hardly believe it now. Even still, his arms remained at his side as he watched you sit two plates on the counter, moving in an almost rhythmic manner. As if everything you touched of his was yours. Who was he to interrupt?

So he stood there. Like a gullible fool on a botched errand, doomed only to stare at the one good thing in his possession.

The only thing that broke him from his stupor was the way you turned toward him, eyes finally settling on his form. A brief startle settled into intimate ease, eyes alighting and a smile spreading across your features. At your response, Steven’s shoulders all but sank under his affection for you, especially so when his eyes wandered to the way the colors of his shirt seemed to burst across your skin, drowning you in nearly every aspect of him. 

Only then did he find himself reaching toward you, hands settling firmly on your hips. A bit awkwardly at first, but, in seconds, his hands found their place just above your waistline. It felt so routine he thought his heart could burst any moment from the way its rambunctious pulses nearly leapt toward you.

“I didn’t notice you standing there,” you said, a laugh escaping you as his hands found your frame. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Right, yeah.” 

Another laugh escaped you as those two words slipped through his lips almost breathlessly. They were familiar, as they were usually the only words he could muster when his heart led him blindly astray. Those same words encouraged your own heart to stumble – impulsively, wildly, irrationally – alongside his.

You were sure Steven had little clue the effect he had on you, as well. The way his eyes trained on nothing else but you, never once breaking contact, was enough to make every rational and sensible thought leave you. He was attentive, eager, and carried his fondness like a burning pot he couldn’t wait to rest at your feet. His every action sent you hurling over a canyon of pure adrenaline, fueled by a love and devotion you never thought possible.

His touch was all but disarming. You wanted nothing more than to melt against him, relishing in his affection until your knees went weak and your heart couldn’t handle anymore, but, in this moment, you knew better. You had known Steven long enough to see beyond his lover’s daze. His greatest doubts and fears were tangled in the way his brow furrowed ever so slightly as his eyes dragged lazily over your features, dipping low to your lips before assessing your face. He needed reassurance – your reassurance.

Stepping into his embrace, you brought your hand to the nape of his neck, gently pushing him forward until his forehead rested against yours. His hands clutched your sides, fingers digging into your flesh. Not hard or intense – only desperate. The act only made you bring your hand a bit higher, sinking your fingers into his curls. You tried your best to make your touch as soft as you could. Delicate. Tender. You wanted every stroke of his hair to be reminiscent of the safety he already gave you.

“You didn’t wake me,” he assured.

A satisfied hum left you as your free hand rested against his abdomen before sliding around his waist. “But you are awake now.” An almost imperceptible nod left him, and your heart begged to soothe any remaining suspicions he might’ve had. “I’m glad you are awake, but I was hoping to make you breakfast.”

He laughed quietly. “That’s alright, love. There probably isn’t much food in there anyway, is there?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head and trying, rather failing, to hide your own laughter. A moment of silence settled between the two of you before you spoke again. “You know, I have this old radio in my kitchen. I don’t even remember where I got it from.” You weren’t sure why you were telling him this, but the slight way the two of you began to sway reminded you of the small object. “Sometimes I turn it on in the mornings – mornings like this one. Sometimes I dance when I make breakfast. I’m realizing it’s a lot more fun when you have a partner.”

“We could spend the night at your flat tonight?” he offered. As if he overstepped, he nearly jerked back, his forehead lifting from yours only slightly. “That is, if that’s alright with you. If you aren’t already busy, or if you don’t have other plans –.”

“Maybe tomorrow. I like it here.”

A smile grew on his face, bright and tangible, one like you’d never seen before.

[familyvideostevie]

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if you're still taking requests, how about either steve or eddie tying a ribbon (or anything, really) on reader's ring finger as a makeshift wedding ring while they're talking about marriage? like, all domestic and fluff.

it could be a baby blurb or a drabble...anything, really. and no worries if you can't/don't wanna write this! ily anyways <3

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amy hi!!! i am such a fan of your blog, this means the world to me!!!!! i really really loved writing this for you, so i hope you like it!! come say hi anytime please <3 this was just screaming eddie and his rings to me in a post-graduation moment<3 | 1.1k, fem!reader, fluff fluff fluff

"I can't believe it's over," Eddie says. You're tucked into his side where you both flopped down onto his bed. His fresh high school diploma is propped up on his desk and his green gown lays crumpled on the floor. The entire group had shown up for the ceremony and you have a stack of polaroids in your pocket of everyone and the new grad. It's been a wonderful day.

"I thought Higgins was going to cry when he shook your hand," you say. "He looked so relieved when you walked off stage." Eddie's palm traces up and down your arm lazily, his other hand playing with your fingers on his chest.

"Me and him both." He hums, a sound you feel in your bones since you're so close. "Thought Wayne was gonna crack a rib when he hugged me." He sounds unbearably fond and a little in awe. Eddie has never stopped being surprised at how much people love him. It's been kind of an overwhelming day as a result, which is why you're taking a breather here before you head out to his graduation party.

"He's proud of you, Eddie," you scold him. "We all are. I am."

"Gotta figure out what's next, I guess." He's quiet for a few moments and you sling a leg over his, turning so you can see his face better.

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"No idea, sweetheart." He looks down at you, taking his time roaming over your face. "Never got that far in the planning." The only thing he's been sure about is you.

"We could stay here. Get jobs and stick around and make sure the kiddos graduate high school."

"Think Harrington could get me a job at Family Video?" he snickers. You roll your eyes.

"Or we could move out of Hawkins, try somewhere new?"

"We'd have to come back sometimes," he reminds you. "Otherwise we'd never hear the end of it." You adopt a serious expression and nod.

"Of course." His eyes are sparkling and he looks so happy. You want to look at him forever. "Maybe Corroded Coffin will go on tour and you'll be a super mega rockstar."

"Nah," he says. He brushes some hair off of your face, the pads of his fingers gentle on your forehead. "I'd miss you too much."

"I keep saying 'we' for a reason, Eddie." You feel shy all of a sudden for having to spell it out for him and your face heats. "Where you go, I go." The way his eyes soften and his mouth forms an 'o' would be funny in another circumstance, but all you feel is tenderness.

"I see," he whispers. "So you wanna stick around then, huh? Hitch a ride on the Munson express?" You burst into laughter and smack his chest lightly before sitting up.

"We were having a moment!" you sputter out, giggles overwhelming you. He follows you up, turning on the bed so his knee presses into your thigh.

"Okay, okay, calm down. Bring the moment back." His hair is a bit of a mess so you run your fingers through it though you know you'll never succeed in taming it. "I just had a thought," he says, softer, eyes on your movements.

"Oh dear," you mumble. He smirks but continues.

"Think about the future for a second, yeah? Me and you doing whatever we want wherever we end up."

"Sounding good so far, Eddie." He reaches up and pulls your hands down into his lap, tracing your knuckles with his thumbs. His expression is earnest and fond and maybe a little nervous.

"And we decide that we want to make things a little more official. Since you're it for me."

"And you're it for me," you say back, your usual refrain. The realization at where he's going with this makes your fingers tingle and your eyes start to burn. You feel like your heart is going to burst open. Eddie seems to realize that you're catching on so he hurries his words.

"So we have a little party and invite all of our friends and somewhere in between the drinking and the music we get --"

"Married," you breathe out. "You wanna marry me, Munson? Is this a proposal?" You wouldn't mind if it was, but you know this is something that's far down the line.

"No," he says. "Wait, yes. Yes I want to marry you. No this isn't a proposal. Not a real one, anyway."

"Okay," you reply. "Just checking." You know that Eddie loves you but this feels like something else. It feels bigger. It feels forever.

"So, what do you think about that?" he asks. You realize you never gave him an answer, however hypothetical it may be. You surge forward to kiss him and land a little left of his mouth in your excitement. He laughs and you try again, this time taking his bottom lip between yours so that he might get a clue as to how you're feeling.

"I think that sounds great," you say when you pull away. He untangles your hands and pulls off one of his rings. "Eddie, oh god, I'll lose that, you don't have to --"

"Doesn't matter if you do, sweetheart," he says. "I just wanna see what it feels like for a second." You're a little confused but surrender to him as he lifts your right hand and then furrows his brows.

"Oh, shit. Wait, is it left or right hand?"

"Baby," you say, unable to contain the smile on your face. "I have no idea." He holds his hands up in front of him and flicks his eyes between them before coming to a decision.

"Left, I think. Let's go with that." He gently picks up yours and slides the metal onto your ring finger. You both gasp as he does it. He just holds you there, unable to tear his eyes away.

"Looks good," Eddie says, voice a little raw. "Looks real good." He brings your hand up to his mouth so he can kiss the new addition. If this gets any more tender you might explode, so you surge forward again to kiss him.

"I love you," you say into his mouth. "I love you so much." He moves to kiss down your jaw, your throat.

"I love you," he replies between pecks. "Gonna marry you someday." You groan at his words as he sucks a spot on your collarbone.

"We're gonna be late to your own party, right?" He pulls away to grin wolfishly.

"That's the plan." You can't believe you get to have him forever. You can't wait.

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[subskz]

strong - s.cb

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub changbin, dom reader, cross-dressing, pegging, praise, body worship, light humiliation, light bondage, biting, fingering 

word count: 4.7k

“Ah...seriously.”

You had to push back the grin that was threatening to make its way onto your face as Changbin hesitantly took the garments from your hands. His eyes locked on them in poorly masked curiosity, pupils blown wide and practically burning holes into the black lacy material.

“For me?” he repeated the question. His voice was still full of disbelief, as if you’d just been messing with him the first several times you’d clarified—which, in all fairness, was a reasonable suspicion to have given your track record of teasing him.

You nodded. “For you.”

The message seemed to get through to him at last, if the way his face reddened was any indication. You waited patiently for him to say something, watching in amusement as he brushed his thumbs over the bra with a careful fascination. “Wh-why?” he sputtered.

“Why?” You tilted your head. “It was your idea, wasn’t it?”

Changbin’s gaze snapped up to meet yours, mouth falling open in defense. “It wasn’t!”

His tinge of panic finally drew out the smile that you’d been suppressing for so long. “Mm...I guess you’re right,” you agreed. “I did suggest it.”

A look of relief crossed his face, only for it to morph right back into alarm as you continued speaking. “But then, you brought it up again.”

He opened his mouth to object. “That’s—”

“And again...” you gleefully cut him off. “And again.”

Changbin could only huff as you drove in your point. He ducked his head, letting his bangs fall into his eyes to shield him from the smug look spreading across your face. “I was just joking,” he mumbled.

“Joking?” you echoed. “Jokes get boring when you keep repeating them, Binnie.”

The boy said nothing, sucking his lower lip into his mouth in a nervous habit. Despite how interested you knew he was in the set you’d bought him, you also knew that he may actually die of embarrassment if he admitted that to you. He stayed quiet as he shifted his weight from side to side, inwardly praying that you wouldn’t give up on the idea so easily.

Fortunately for Changbin, you knew him all too well. You hadn’t missed the hopeful gleam in his eyes as they'd darted between you and the lingerie, urging you to convince him as if he wasn’t already itching to try them on.

Deciding on a new approach, you let out a wistful sigh. “Hm...that’s too bad. I was really looking forward to seeing you in these.”

You placed a finger on his neck, gliding it ever so slowly down to his collarbones. The feeling alone made Changbin’s heart skip a beat under your touch, any words he'd planned to say catching in his throat when you traced mischievously over the curve of his chest. “Especially here,” you murmured. “I bet you would’ve looked so pretty.”

Feigning disappointment, you made a show of reaching out for the bra and underwear. You rested your hands over his, pausing for a moment to try and catch his expression before taking them into your grasp. Just as you did, you were met with a sudden resistance. Changbin tightened his hold on the material, tugging at it lightly and letting out the tiniest noise of protest. You raised an eyebrow at him, but he kept his gaze stubbornly averted, lowering his head even further in an attempt to hide his burning cheeks.  

“If…” he began, swallowing hard. “If you really want…”

He trailed off sheepishly, but his grip on the lingerie didn't let up. “What do you want, Binnie?” you countered, lifting a hand to take his chin between your thumb and index finger. He tensed as you tilted his face back into view, his skin flushing impossibly deeper and telling you all that you needed to know.

Changbin batted at your shoulder with a low whine, wriggling out of your grasp to turn away again. You simply giggled in response, delighted with how flustered the idea alone had made him.

He relaxed slightly as you gave his cheek an apologetic pinch, and he raised the garments to get a better look at them.

“Why don't you try them on?” you encouraged, voice softening. "We both know you'll look great, baby."

Changbin gave a small nod, scooting back a bit and allowing himself some space to change. His hands slipped under the hem of his shirt before he paused, giving you a pointed look. “You’re staring,” he complained. “Turn around.”

You hesitated, debating for a moment whether or not to tease him, then decided against it—you’d have plenty of opportunities to do that later. The jingling of Changbin’s belt could be heard behind you as you turned your back to him, and you felt excitement bubble up in your chest at the thought of what was to come. He shuffled around for several seconds, ridding himself of his shirt and pants. When the rustling of his clothes came to a stop, you spared a quick glance over your shoulder, only to find him still fumbling with the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“Hey,” He began, voice turning up in pitch.

“Sorry, sorry.” You whipped your head back around, holding in another laugh before adding. “Not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before.”

You waited patiently for him to finish up, making sure not to look this time until you were entirely sure he was ready. After several confused grunts and a bit more rustling, his confirmation came at last.

“I think...I got it,” he announced awkwardly.

At that, you spun to face him almost too quickly, not bothering to disguise your eagerness. Changbin tried his hardest to stay still, desperately hoping he appeared confident despite how vulnerable he felt the moment your eyes landed on him.

You drank in the sight of him bit by bit, letting your gaze travel over every detail of his body. The frilly straps of the bra looked especially delicate in contrast to his broad shoulders, and the exposed skin of his pecs dipped into the garment to create a cleavage that nearly made your mouth water.

Changbin couldn’t help but squirm as you eyed his chest shamelessly, face growing hotter by the second. “W-well?” he asked, cringing at the way his voice cracked.

“Binnie,” you began seriously, letting your gaze drop to his soft stomach and toned thighs, admiring the way the lacy material adorned his muscles so beautifully. “You’re gonna drive me crazy.”

He felt a tinge of relief at your response, finally finding the nerve to look you in the eye. “I look good?” he pressed, biting his lower lip.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” you answered playfully, placing your hands on his shoulders to turn him in the direction of the vanity mirror on your dresser. Changbin’s breath hitched, both from your sudden touch on his bare skin, and what awaited him when his reflection came into view.

His eyes grew wide as moons as he studied himself, mouth nearly falling open. You kept your hands resting on his shoulders, leaning over from behind him to brush your lips against his ear.

“Gorgeous,” you murmured. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.”

Changbin whined softly, looking away again, but the shy half-smile that made its way onto his face wasn’t lost on you. Mischievously, you let one hand slide down to his chest, squeezing one of his pecs through the bra and earning a flustered squeak from the boy.

“I swear, you were made for this,” you continued, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Your body’s so perfect. Every inch of it.”

He managed a breathless thank you, leaning his head to the side instinctively when you pecked his skin. “You—ah—you really like it?”

You parted your lips just slightly to nip at the junction of his neck and shoulder, taking pride in the sound he made. “Really,” you hummed, peppering kisses along his shoulder until you were met with the strap of the bra. "You dont know what you do to me."

He stiffened as you slipped your index finger underneath it, playing gently with the material and peering up at his reflection. “Seems like Binnie really likes it, too.”

Your stare dropped pointedly to the growing bulge in his underwear, pleased to find how hard he’d become from your praises alone. A long groan of embarrassment escaped him, and he shifted his position in a weak attempt to cover himself. “Not fair,” he muttered.

Goosebumps rose on Changbin’s skin as you tugged at the strap of the bra, pushing it to the side to resume your trail of kisses. Your other hand ran along his body, feeling up the warmth of his stomach and hips and making him shiver.

“Please,” he breathed, pushing into your touch as your fingers ghosted over where he needed you most.

“Please, what?” you asked innocently.

He said nothing, letting out a small, frustrated noise instead. Your eyes glinted with amusement, determined to make him crack one way or another.

“My only thought when I see you like this,” you drawled, brushing your palm against the fabric of his underwear. “Is that you’re just begging to be filled up.”

That was all it took for the last of Changbin’s composure to crumble. With a mortified whimper, his hands flew up to cover his face. “Oh my God.”

Your proud giggles filled the room as he took shelter behind his palms, thick thighs rubbing together like he wasn't sure if he wanted to disappear or stay basking in your attention forever.

“Cute,” you cooed.

He grumbled miserably in reply, but the way he twitched in your hand told you just how much your words had really aroused him. “Am I wrong?” You pressed down harder on his length through the lingerie. "You deserve to be filled up so good when you're looking this pretty, don't you, baby?"

Changbin chewed on his lower lip before giving his head a tiny nod, no longer trusting his voice to remain steady. You left another kiss right below his jawline, taking hold of his hands and carefully removing them from over his face. “Let’s do something about it then, yeah?”

He hummed in quiet agreement, still refusing to meet your eyes. You tugged lightly at his arm, guiding him in the direction of your bed, and with a shaky exhale, he settled onto the mattress.

“Good boy.” You rested your hand on his head, ruffling his hair before making your way to your closet to retrieve your strap-on and a bottle of lube.

When you returned, you found Changbin fiddling with the bra strap that you’d pushed to the side earlier, trying to slide it back into its original place. His bashfulness made affection rise in your chest, and you couldn’t resist the urge to tease him for it.

“Don't be shy, Binnie,” you purred, joining him on the bed. “It’s coming off anyway, isn’t it?”

Changbin’s heartbeat picked up at the thought of what you had in store, and it only grew faster as you inched closer to him. “Right,” he squeaked.

Taking the hint as you drew near, he leaned back obediently, letting you make your way on top until he was resting fully on the mattress. With your gaze now boring into him from above, he was unable to look away, frozen in place under your hungry expression. You admired his doe eyes and full cheeks for a moment longer before attaching your lips to his neck. He melted under your touch almost instantly, going limp as you kissed and sucked gently at his skin.

The low moan building in his throat spiked in pitch when your hand slid up to his chest and cupped him over the bra like before. His back arched suddenly as you pinched his nipple through the fabric, making you smirk against him. “Sensitive?”

You gave the bud another squeeze, making Changbin hiccup in response. “Hah, y-yes…” he breathed. It was followed by a soft sigh as you bit down fully on his neck, rolling his flesh between your teeth until you were sure it would leave a mark for him to blush over later.

The heat of your mouth combined with the way you toyed with Changbin’s chest quickly overtook his senses. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip as your kisses moved further and further down, trying to control his volume.

“A-ah,” he whimpered. “More.”

You glided your tongue along the cleavage of his pecs before answering, feeling him begin to tremble beneath your fingertips. “More?” You pulled back slightly to study his face. “Be more specific for me, angel.”

He hesitated. “It’s embarrassing,”

The childish whine nearly made you falter, but you managed to hold your ground, too determined to see Changbin as flustered as you could possibly get him. “I can’t know what Binnie wants if he doesn’t tell me," you pouted, tracing patterns over the lacy material of the bra.

He licked his lips nervously, his already hazy mind struggling to find the right thing to say. His eyes darted to your fingers, telling you all that you needed to know, but you kept up the oblivious act despite that, set on hearing him say it himself.

“I want...” Changbin’s resolve fizzled out as soon as it came, and he interrupted himself with another groan, hands rushing up to cover his face once more.

You simply ran your fingers over his body, waiting patiently as his desire battled it out with his dignity. Steadying his breath, he tried a second time, taking some comfort in the fact that he couldn’t see the smirk that was no doubt on your face. “W-want you inside me...please.”

His confession came out muffled, but it made your chest flutter all the same. “That's my boy.” You gave his thigh an approving pat, feeling it flex nervously under your palm. “Such a needy little thing behind all that shyness, hm?”

Before Changbin could protest, you curled your hand around his bulge, spine tingling as you felt the wetness that had begun to seep through his underwear. His hips jerked into your touch, and you used the action to your advantage, making quick work of slipping your fingers below the material and sliding it down his thighs.

He gasped weakly as his length was exposed all at once, twitching against his stomach as the air hit it. You took a moment to marvel at the precum that had dribbled out of its head before holding up the sticky underwear for him to see. “You’re so wet, baby,” you murmured. “Your new panties are already ruined.”

Changbin nearly choked at your words. Just as he was about to take cover from you yet again, you took hold of his wrists and pinned his hands above his head in one fluid motion.

His eyes widened at that, glazing over with an adorable mix of shock and lust. You tried not to giggle when faced with his awestruck expression, loosening your grip on his hands to slide one of them through the leg hole of the underwear. Changbin’s stomach filled with butterflies as he realized what your intentions were. He relaxed his muscles instantly, allowing you to twist the garment into a makeshift restraint and fit his other hand through it so that he was completely bound, arms locked above his head on full display for you.

“No more hiding,” you announced, satisfied with your work. Changbin’s wrists wriggled around slightly in the material, helpless, completely at your mercy. It made you soften for a moment. “This okay?”

He gave a rapid nod, and you patted his cheek affectionately, readjusting your position to reach for the lube. Changbin licked his lips, spreading his thighs on instinct as you squeezed the substance onto your fingers. Once they were properly lathered, you tentatively pressed your middle finger against his rim, earning a light gasp from the boy.

“Want it?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “Please...” He hardly had the chance to get shy about the desperation dripping from his voice before your finger pushed into his hole, entering him little by little. The sensation made his cock jerk, and a long, sweet sigh escaped him the instant your mouth was back on his body. You kissed hungrily along his collarbones and down his chest, feeling the heat rolling off him in waves. Changbin shuddered beneath you as you began pumping your finger ever so slowly, and he clenched his jaw in an attempt to restrain the cute noises that threatened to spill out.

Mischievously, you pulled on the strap of his bra with your free hand, making him yelp in surprise as it snapped back against his shoulder. “Don’t hold back, baby boy,” you scolded. “Wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make when I’m inside you.”

To emphasize the command, you dragged your teeth delicately along the exposed part of his pecs, stopping only when your mouth came in contact with the bra. Your fingers moved down to fiddle with the front clasp of the garment until it came unlatched, popping open and fully revealing his chest to you.

Anything Changbin had planned to say morphed into a helpless mewl as you wrapped your lips around his nipple. His hips surged upwards, pressing your middle finger into his walls and adding a whole new jolt of pleasure.

You alternated between flicking your tongue and sucking intently on the sensitive area before you moved on to pepper the rest of his chest with kisses. The ticklish sensation made him wriggle in the sheets, and he couldn’t suppress the sheepish giggles that bubbled up in his chest. They melted into a particularly loud moan as you crooked your finger inside him suddenly, rubbing against his sweet spot.

“A-ah! There!”

Changbin bucked reflexively into the air, and his attempt at a stuttered apology was cut off when you repeated the motion immediately after. “Is it that good?” you asked sweetly. "I haven't even finished stretching you out yet, baby."

He pushed his lower half down against your hand with a groan, his body answering you before his mind. “Yes...hah…so good.” He spread his thighs wider, silently begging for you to take the next step.

Sensing the urgency of his movements, you paused your pumping to bring your slick index finger to his entrance, teasing at it gently. Another plea left his lips, and out of pity, you wasted no time before easing it in next to your middle finger.

Changbin clenched around the digits, trying and failing to hold back his relieved moan. You relished in the sound of it, leaning back down to bring your lips to his stomach and making the muscles in his abdomen clench. “You’re irresistible, baby boy,” you mumbled into his skin. “So perfect for me. Can't wait to see you filled all the way up, like you deserve.”

Your praises were met with a soft whimper, and you knew if you could see Changbin’s face that it’d be shining with pride. You spread your fingers inside him, stretching him out even further just as you bit down on the soft flesh of his stomach. He writhed under the heat of your mouth, releasing a sound so sinful that you nearly shivered yourself.

“O-oh God, please,” Changbin cried out, whole body jerking as your lips drew dangerously close to where his length rested against his stomach. “Can’t—ngh—wait anymore, please."

Your wet kisses moved lower and lower until you finally pulled back to study him, swiping your tongue over your lips. “What do you need, Binnie?” Deviously, you curled your fingers against his prostate, just to make his head a little foggier. “Ask me like a good boy.”

He struggled to find enough composure to answer you, knowing you wouldn’t let up unless he said the words himself. Swallowing hard, he forced back the shame that was rising in his chest. “N-need you to fuck me, please.”

“Yeah?” you purred. “Want me to fuck you full of my cum, Binnie?

A fresh wave of humiliation washed over him, but he managed to nod nonetheless. With a sympathetic coo, you pulled your fingers out of him, leaving him to tighten reflexively around the sudden emptiness.

You reached for your strap-on without missing a beat, fastening it around yourself with ease. Changbin grew restless with anticipation from the sound of you popping open the cap on the bottle of lube, cock throbbing against his stomach, thighs squeezing together to try and get ahold of himself. You spread the substance along your strap slowly, taking your time both to ensure that it was thoroughly coated, and to rile him up further.

Changbin blinked his eyes open to catch a glimpse of you, letting out a frustrated whisper of your name. You smiled down at him, too endeared to scold him for being impatient. With one last stroke of your hand, you brought the strap to his entrance, pressing the toy’s tip to it, but not quite slipping it inside him just yet. His breathing stuttered as soon as you made contact with his twitching rim, and you gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze in an effort to make him relax.

Tentatively, you pushed the head into him, making note of his reaction before continuing to slide the rest of your strap in. Changbin inhaled sharply as you bottomed out inside him, clenching around the strap immediately.

You took in the sight of him as he adjusted to your size–his chest rising and falling rapidly with the unclasped bra sprawled along it, skin covered in marks from the work of your mouth, all on full display with his muscular arms bound above his head. He shuddered as you ran your palms over his body, stopping at his waist to grab onto it for leverage. A broken moan escaped him as you began easing out, and it was soon followed by a gasp when you snapped your hips forward again.

Changbin’s dick jerked at the sudden stimulation, gleaming with all the precum that had leaked out of it. You rocked your hips back and forth with care until you found a steady rhythm, digging your nails into his hips as you did. It wasn’t long before the needy sounds building up in his throat began to spill out of him freely, his voice rising in pitch with each one.

“You're so noisy, baby. So cute," you praised. “You like it that much?”

He could only mewl in response, too overwhelmed to say anything else. As a wordless confirmation, he lifted his legs higher to wrap them around your waist, pulling you closer to him and making your chest swell with affection. Though the new position limited your movements somewhat, his neediness was so cute that you didn’t mind. You picked up the pace of your thrusts, pushing into him with more vigor.

Changbin’s mouth fell open, letting out a long, drawn-out groan that made your core tighten. His wrists struggled in the restraints of the underwear again, no doubt from the urge to grasp onto something and ground himself.

“S-so—mmph—good,” he whimpered. “Harder, please. F-faster."

Your hands slid along his chest and up to his arms, feeling the firm muscles beneath your fingertips and steadying his squirming in the process. “Listen to yourself, Binnie,” you giggled. “When’d my baby turn into such a slut?”

He squeezed his eyes shut with a mortified whine, unable to handle your teasing properly when the feeling of you sliding in and out of him clouded his thoughts. All he could focus on was you, and how badly he needed you to fill him right back up every time you inched out. “Please,” he rasped, face hot with shame. "Need it, p-please."

You complied at last, altering your motions so that the strap stirred up the deepest parts of him. The immediate string of moans that left Changbin’s lips didn't disappoint, his sweet voice ringing out freely. You released his arms from your hold to straighten back up and grip onto his thighs, pulling him closer towards you with each roll of your hips.

The new angle quickly took effect on the both of you, creating a delicious friction at your core and rubbing against his prostate in just the right way. Changbin’s cries melted together as the head of your strap pressed into his sweet spot over and over, making him see stars.

You let out a soft moan of your own, the building tension in your abdomen making it difficult to keep your movements controlled. “Can’t get enough of you like this,” your voice darkened with lust as you drank in the sight of him falling apart underneath you; a beautiful wreck. “Taking everything I give you like a good boy.”

Changbin arched his back sinfully, keening your name as you gave an especially sharp thrust. “Y-yes, ‘m a good boy...your good boy.”

You felt your own high rapidly approaching as you increased your speed even further, digging your fingers into the flesh of his thighs with an intensity that was sure to bruise. “A-ah! Gonna cum,” he slurred, hands thrashing in the restraints. “Please, c-can I?”

“Let it out, Binnie.” you panted, gaze dropping to his length to find it throbbing against his stomach. Knowing that neither of you would last much longer, you took hold of the pump attached to your strap, careful not not to press down on it just yet. “Gonna fill my baby up to the brim like he deserves. Wanna see how pretty you look when you’re overflowing with my cum.”

Changbin let out a choked sob at that, coming undone all at once. His cry was immediately followed by the loud, harsh sound of tearing fabric, echoing throughout the room and making goosebumps rise on your skin.

You blinked rapidly, shock melting into awe as you processed the scene in front of you. In his fit of pleasure, Changbin’s arms had tugged so heavily at the underwear wrapped around his wrists that he’d managed to fully rip it apart. The boy hardly seemed to notice how the rocking of your hips faltered as his orgasm washed over him, making him jolt in the sheets with hot ropes of cum spilling onto his stomach.

He kept his arms firmly in place, not shifting them from their position over his head despite how badly he was squirming. The sight of him trying to remain obedient even when so overwhelmed with pleasure set something off in you, and you picked your movements back up, almost without realizing it.

Changbin whimpered pitifully as the overstimulation set in, but even then, he didn’t dare move his hands. All it took was a few more thrusts for the pressure in your core to finally be released, and you gave the pump in your hand a hard squeeze, emptying your load inside of him just as you reached your own climax.

Your moans mixed with the sound of Changbin’s soft whimpers as the seed spilled into him, making his head spin from all the different sensations. You continued bucking your hips forward shallowly, riding out your high until the last few waves of bliss rippled through your body.

The two of you struggled to catch your breath, chests rising and falling in unison as your foggy minds began to clear. You loosened your near death-grip on his thighs, noticing for the first time how deep you’d dug your fingers into his skin. Changbin released a content sigh as you did, and you brushed the pads of your fingers apologetically over the delicate area in an attempt to soothe it.

“You can move your arms now, Binnie.”

He paused, his embarrassment returning on full blast as his thoughts cleared. Sheepishly, he lowered his hands from above his head, and you took his wrists into your hold to study them. “You tore it,” you marveled, tugging the ruined underwear off. “My baby's so strong.”

Changbin’s cheeks flushed as you held up the ripped pieces for him to see, and he had to fight back the urge to bury his face in the pillows. “I’m sorry,” his voice turned up in a whine, but you didn’t miss the tiniest hint of pride that crept into it.

“Mm, that’s okay,” you grinned, brushing his sweat-soaked bangs out of his eyes. “We’ll just have to make sure the next pair lasts a little longer.”

[lazuriite]

BAD, SAD & MAD — l.hc (PART ONE)

summary: “the amount of time i’ve spent thinking about kissing haechan is honestly embarrassing,” haechan reads out again, holding your diary above your head when you try to snatch it away. “oh sweetheart, it is embarrassing.”

pairing(s): lee haechan x reader, lee jeno x reader (kind of but not really-)

warning(s): blackmail, haechan is kinda mean lol, dub con, oral (m receiving), humping (no, I’m not specifying where 🥰), semi public sex, brief voyeurism, fingering (f receiving), use of sex toy, slight dumbification, edging, nicknames and degradation <333

genre(s): smut, enemies with benefits, pwop, college au (but it’s not really relevant)

word count: 3.1k (honestly it’s 98% smut)

note: wooo let’s fuckin go babies

taglist (is closed): @rrnhyuck @daegalfangirl @milkyway-vxm @queenrachelpink @maarsyaa @sunshinedhyuck @hyucksslut @immarksan @seungjiseyo @rdflare51 @ijustwanttoreadbold @nizee @imrinana @moncheri-yeonjn @aedreamzy @elleburrito @waffledaisy @abitofafan @strawbcrries @hyuckssimpclub @legbouk @vantxx95 @nctevia @hiraarri @jjaeyoonoh @serenity-17 @cheesy-gimb0ps @sanriosuh @heychan @emvrd @sk8eboi @ningningsworlds @chichhihaa @haechansgfreal @miniaturetacoballoon @gomjohnny (i wasn’t able to tag the blogs whose names are in bold I’m sorry, and pls lmk if I’ve forgotten to tag you)

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“he looks like he has the softest pair of lips and i can’t help but wonder how they would feel pressed against my own.”

it takes you a second too long to recognise the pastel yellow book that haechan holds in his hands and you nearly faint when you do. you’re pissed that he’s in your dorm, your safe space, but that was the least of your problems. you make a mental note to yell at your flatmate before looking the bane of your existence in the eye. he offers you a shit eating grin in response to your glare as you angrily ask him, “where the fuck did you get that?”

“the amount of time i’ve spent thinking about kissing haechan is honestly embarrassing,” haechan reads out again, holding your diary above your head when you try to snatch it away. “oh sweetheart, it is embarrassing.”

“give it back!” you shriek, jumping up when he suddenly snaps the book shut and hides it behind his back.

“i thought you wanted to know where i found this literary masterpiece?”

“seriously, this isn’t fucking funny.”

“watch your tone,” haechan gives you a warning look. “don't be a bad puppy.”

“don’t call me that, what the fuck?” you sputter, a scandalised look on your face as your heart sinks. the little shit must have read everything.

“but pup,” he fakes a pout, “i thought you liked that name. at least that’s what it says in here.”

“please,” you beg, deciding to change tactics, “just give it back and pretend this never happened.”

“now where’s the fun in that? besides,” you don’t realise that he’s backed you into a corner until your back hits the wall. “how can i pretend it never happened when i’ve already made a bunch of copies? i’m sure there’s many people who would love to read this.”

haechan should feel bad, but he can’t help the way his cock hardens as your terrified, big eyes become glossy. the whole situation is so hot to him. his body has you trapped in the corner of your room while you softly beg for him to forget about this mess. forget about your diary and the perverted thoughts you’d been stupid enough to write down. and pass up on an opportunity to fuck a pretty thing like you? not a fucking chance.

“y’know doll, you could always compensate…” he trails off, twisting a few strands of your hair around his finger. “after all, you’re asking me to give up something as fascinating as this.”

“what do you want me to do?”

“oh... nothing you haven’t asked for,” he answers with a sly grin, waving your diary in front of your face.

you should not be this turned on when the man who’s been treating you like shit for the past two years is essentially blackmailing you. but you’re also horny and extremely touch starved. so minutes later, when you find yourself on your knees, cheeks covered with your own spit, the ache in between your thighs doesn’t take you by surprise. you whimper softly, rubbing them together as haechan stands above you, fucking his cock into your eager mouth. there’s a bit of a stinging sensation at the back of your throat but you can’t complain- not when haechan looks this good. grunts and breathy moans leave him, his head thrown back as he thrusts. he opens his eyes to watch your pretty mouth wrapped around him. his hair falls in front of his eyes but he makes no move to push it away, fully focused on your face.

you swallow around him, tongue doing its best to swirl around his dick. you must be doing something right, because one of his thrusts has him shuddering and moving even faster, chasing his orgasm. his hands grasp your hair tightly and you find yourself moaning. the whole situation feels so degrading but so hot. it might sound ridiculous but haechan pounding into your mouth like an onahole while pretty moans leave his lips is everything you’ve ever wanted. your whimpers grow louder, your face a mess of tears and spit as you stare at haechan, his face scrunched up in pleasure.

the man in question can’t help but smirk at how pliant you are as he uses you to get off. all you can do is helplessly kneel before him like a good little fucktoy and take it. he fucking loves it.

“such a good fuckdoll,” he groans as more tears leave your eyes. “fuck- you’re gonna take it, right puppy? gonna swallow all my cum?”

you let out a cry, the sound strangled because of the dick in your mouth. you’re eager to have his cum in your mouth, eager to take it all like a good little slut. one last grunt leaves him before he’s spilling into you. the sensation of your mouth around him is too much, making him pull out and start pumping his cock with his hand.

“don’t swallow yet, whore. keep it in your fucking mouth,” he growls, painfully tugging at his aching cock, moaning in satisfaction as he forces out a few more ropes of cum.

you whimper pitifully, struggling to keep all of his cum from spilling out. your jaw hurts, but you don’t want to disappoint him.

“shit,” he pants, watching as some of his cum drips down your chin. he looks so fucked out, brown bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead. “just- fuck, hang on.”

he scrambles to grab his phone, snapping a picture of the mess he had made on your face, making sure the reservoir of cum in your mouth was visible. he makes a sound of disappointment when he notices that some of his cum has fallen onto the floor as well.

“now swallow it all. every last drop.”

your eyes never leave his, watching expectantly as you swallow. waiting for his next order. he cocks an eyebrow and looks down at the floor before meeting your eyes again. you blink back dumbly, not understanding what he was trying to say. ever the impatient one, haechan rolls his eyes before moving to stand behind you. what was he doing? you’re about to turn around when you feel a pressure on the back of your head, pushing you down.

haechan presses his foot into your head as he speaks again, “i said, every. last. drop.”

you finally realise what he expects you to do when you notice the small puddle of cum on the floor. you whimper when he presses harder, sticking your tongue out and licking up the cum when it touches the floor. you’re glad you had cleaned your pigsty of a room for once.

“for someone as inexperienced as you, you certainly are quite the whore,” he scoffs as he watches you with smug satisfaction.

he finally lifts his foot when you’re done, fighting an amused grin when you turn around and beg him to fuck you. he pretends to ignore you, stepping out of your room. you don’t even bother to wipe your face, not caring if your roommate or anyone else sees you, rushing after haechan.

“you can’t just leave!” you call after him, eyes threatening to tear up again. you can’t decide if you’re humiliated or horny. or both.

he continues his little silent treatment as he puts on his shoes back on, trying his hardest not to laugh. he’s enjoying this thoroughly. you’re so desperate for his cock and he loves it, his ego inflating further. he’s about to turn the doorknob when-

“I’ll take anything you give me!”

he stops in his tracks, turning around. you think you’ve finally convinced him, will he fuck you now?, but he spits out, “oh i know that.”

he takes a step towards you, “you’re such a desperate little slut, i know you’ll do anything to have a cock fill you up.”

you whimper at his words. they’re true, of course, but it’s embarrassing to hear.

“take off those flimsy shorts and come here.”

you do as he says, stepping closer and obediently dropping to your knees again when he tells you to, making him laugh, “such an eager pup, aren’t you?”

“now what?” you ask hoarsely, throat raw from the rough fucking it had received minutes ago. you fought the urge to rub your thighs against each other, afraid it might piss him off, even though you were desperate for some friction against your core. your prayers are soon answered when he takes a seat on the couch and brushes the tip of his shoe against the damp crotch of your panties. “get yourself off.”

he has to fight back another laugh when he sees the near heartbroken look that dawns on your face as you realise he isn’t going to touch you. “but i-”

he sneers, pressing his shoe so close to your clit, making you whimper, “you said you would take anything, you ungrateful little whore.”

you’re starting to have second thoughts, maybe you should have let him leave. but then he begins to rub the tip of his shoe against your core and you decide you’re too horny to say ‘no’. i never had much dignity anyway. you begin to grind your hips, face hiding between his thighs in shame. it’s easily the most shameful thing you’ve ever done, but at the moment, you don’t care. all you can think about is chasing your orgasm as you moan and pant like a bitch in heat, humping haechan’s shoe. fresh tears well up in your eyes, pussy aching for release.

“come on slut, i haven’t got all day,” he speaks in an annoyed voice, as if you’re wasting his time. you whimper, grinding faster as you feel embarrassment burn through you.

“need to cum, need to cum, need to cu-” you mindlessly babbled, your words barely coherent. you’re crying and doing your best to get yourself off. your panties are absolutely soaked, sticking to your pussy lips as you move. suddenly, the toe cap of his sneaker catches against your clit, making the friction even better, making you cry out. you harshly grip his thigh, pants growing louder as your eyes squeeze shut and your needy hole clenches around nothing.

“if you don’t cum now, i’m-”

you don’t hear the rest of his threat, your orgasm hitting you hard. you moan loudly in relief, your body shuddering as you ride out your high. you still crave more, your clit is swollen and in need of more attention, but your legs hurt too much to carry on. you pull away from haechan’s shoe, falling on your back as you try to catch your breath. he stands up, shooting you one last uninterested look as he tells you to give him your panties. too tired to speak or protest, you pull off the soaked pair and hand them to him.

he smirks, pocketing them, “maybe i’ll give them back next time.”

you sigh, staring at the ceiling as you hear the door close. had you let this go too far?

“it’s too much,” you whimper, softly, as haechan continues to rub at your clit. he scoffs, pushing his chair closer to yours. you cringe at the light scraping noise, nervously looking around the classroom. your classmates were still focused on the documentary and there was only one other person in your row, who you think had dozed off. no one suspected a thing but you couldn’t help but worry that someone would eventually hear the wet noises coming from yours and haechan’s corner of the room.

“and here i thought you wanted me to touch you, pup.”

“don’t call me tha- hah, oh fuck,” your eyes squeeze shut as you lean forward, a single tear leaving your eye. haechan’s pace was fast and cruel, rubbing your sensitive spot harshly.

“look up, puppy, we’ve got an audience.”

you look up, mortified when you make eye contact with lee jeno, professor choi’s new teaching assistant and one of haechan’s ice hockey buddies. but more importantly, he also happened to be yet another object of your sexual desires. sure, you have a tiny crush on haechan but that doesn’t mean you have to limit your depraved fantasies to only him. you wonder if jeno knows anything, if he knows one of his best friends is getting you off during his class. and if said best friend had told him all the dirty things you would think about him.

haechan confirms your suspicions as jeno smirks at you, admiring the fucked out look on your face. “don’t be shy pup, i’ve told jeno all about you.”

he suddenly moves his hand from your clit, choosing to tease your tight hole instead by shallowly dipping a finger inside. you continue to hold jeno’s stare as haechan slowly stretches you open, watching as his tongue licks his dry lips. you’d rather see that tongue wet something else. haechan’s lips nip at your ear, parting to speak while, at the same time, two of his fingers pump into your slick cunt at a steady pace.

“you greedy slut, giving jeno all your attention while i’m nice enough to fuck your dirty pussy with my fingers.”

his fingers pick up the pace, wet sounds getting slightly noisier but your mind doesn’t really register it. your thoughts were full of the two boys, thinking about their thick cocks, full of cum, just waiting to fill up your tight holes. you’ve spent many nights rubbing your pussy raw at the thought of taking them both at the same time. sometimes even in the same hole. you licked your lips, wondering if jeno would fuck you too. judging by the look he was giving you, you safely assumed the answer was yes. you sharply exhaled, head resting on haechan’s shoulder, eyelids heavy but gaze still focused on jeno. your eyes slowly trailed down to admire his gorgeous hands, thinking about how well they’d fill you up. a light pinch to your clit snaps you out of your lust fuelled daydreams, the pleasure making you bury your face in haechan’s neck.

the boy scoffs, “you’re fucking hopeless. is there anything you think about besides having dick stuffed into your cunt?”

his pace grows faster and you can feel yourself getting closer. the harsh words haechan whispers in your ear - what a cock hungry whore you are, how both your greedy fuckholes need to be filled all the time - only makes your slick hole clench tighter. you’re only seconds away from unravelling when your cunt is suddenly empty. you almost whine out loud but haechan pushes you away just as someone turns the lights back on and you remember you’re still in class. there’s a discussion going on but you don’t listen, it’s not like you watched the stupid video.

you take a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. the past few minutes had barely registered in your mind, you weren’t sure if it had actually happened or if all the stress of college had finally made you go crazy. you try to pay attention to the class discussion and brush off your annoyance at being left high and dry but you suddenly feel haechan’s hand slide into your panties again. you shoot him a glare but it falters when you feel something brush against your clit. to your horror, you realise it’s a tiny vibrator as it begins to softly buzz.

“please, god no,” you whine quietly, but he only pouts mockingly at you.

the lecture ends a few minutes later and haechan is pulling you out of the room by the wrist. he cages you in a corner, ignoring your peers even as someone calls out to him. you desperately want to adjust your panties and move the vibrator as far away from your clit as possible but one sudden move had the toy directly nestled against your sensitive spot. your body shivers as you bite your lip, fighting back an embarrassingly loud moan.

“when’s your last class?” haechan demands, watching your discomfort with great satisfaction.

your thighs press together, squirming at the vibrations. at this point, you were dangerously close to shoving your hands into your underwear and relieving yourself, right in front of everyone.

“one- ah shit, one lecture left.”

“good. I’ll text you my address, come over directly after. and don’t you dare remove the toy.”

your gaze is unfocused as you stare at his chest, the pressure on your overstimulated core feeling like too much. haechan hooks a finger under your chin and makes you look him in the eye.

“did you understand what I just said? answer me, doll.”

you blink at him. you definitely heard him speak but you’ve already forgotten what he said exactly. haechan fiddles with the remote in his pocket, turning up the vibrations as he watches in amusement. your jaw goes slack, head leaning against the wall and thighs squeezing against one another. you weren’t exaggerating when you’d written that you were extremely touch starved in your diary.

“such a dumb puppy,” he coos, almost affectionately, as he thumbs at your lower lip. “can’t even understand simple instructions from her owner.”

“haec- hah, need your cock,” you whimper, grateful for the empty corridor. you were definitely late for your next class but you can’t be bothered.

he steps closer, hand reaching under your skirt in search of the vibrator. he smirks when he feels the device through your ruined panties, pushing it in further between your pussy lips. your breathing grows heavier, eyes closed as you hold his arm, not sure if you want him to apply more pressure or push his hand away. you feel like you’re floating, hips unintentionally bucking up to feel more friction when it all stops, leaving you frustrated again.

“no, why? please,” your voice cracks and you almost cry. your orgasm was ruined for a second time in a row and it hurt so bad.

haechan pulls away from you, “remember: you’re not allowed to take it out.”

“for the love of god, just stick your dick in me already,” you snap, submissiveness fading away as annoyance takes over. you almost sound angry but the desperation in your voice is evident, making your tone weak. normally he would’ve gotten mad at your behaviour but he chooses not to react, simply ignoring you as he walks down the corridor.

you sigh, irritated, awkwardly trying to adjust your panties when the vibrator buzzes to life again at the highest setting. you gasp loud enough for him to hear you, making him snicker to himself as you double over. you exhale loudly, trying to get a grip on yourself. one day, lee haechan will be your thirteenth reason.

part 2 out now

FULLSUNLUVR, all rights reserved.

[escapenightmare]

WHEN THEY WALK IN ON YOU CHANGING.

various characters x gn!reader

cw. suggestive (?) not proof read note. trying something new for a change!

↳ extremely flustered inside, but seems like their usual self on the outside.

bakugou catches sight of you and immediately exits the room, quickly closing the door. he grumbles a “lock the door next time, idiot!” as he turns away from the door and covers his bright red face with his hands. he feels like he wants to scream into a pillow.

mitsuya apologizes while covering his eyes with one hand, the other still holding onto the doorknob tight as he quickly backs out of the room and closes the door, giving you privacy. “i'm sorry darling, please forgive me if i scared you.”

levi rolls his eyes, “tch, lock the door you idiot.” he closes the door and steps back outside, but now his eyes were a little wide and his heart was beating way too fast for his liking.

shoto looks to the corner of the room, “i apologize darling, i didn't know you were in here.” he leaves and closes the door behind him, feeling his cheeks burning up and his heart beat picking up.

mikey lightly gasps, “ooh...” he looks to the side as his cheeks heat up and he pouts while he closes the door, mumbling his apology through the door afterwards. “sorry..... can we go get something to eat after you're done?”

eren apologizes “oh, sorry babe” and closes his eyes while turning around. he leaves the room and closes the door behind him, “make sure you lock the door next time, alright?” he sighs loudly with his eyes wide the moment he's a few feet away from the room because holy shit?? did that just happen??

inumaki leaves the room as soon as he sees you, he doesn't say anything of course, but you soon receive a text from him saying “lock the door next time i didn't know u were in there so u scared me :/” his fingers are shaking as he types <3

porco walks in, sees you, and walks straight out. you wouldn't have even noticed if not for him telling you through the door, “lock the door next time, someone might walk in.” he knows he's blushing, so he leaves because he doesn't want you to see.

gojo blinks a few times before he grins, closing his eyes under his mask and greeting you, “hellooo!” he turns to face the door, just in case you're uncomfortable, and talks about his day and everything interesting that happened like you aren't half naked a few feet away.

↳ extremely flustered inside and out, they're a stuttering and mumbling mess.

denki is a flirt, but this is you, so he's blushing a bright red while he covers his eyes with his hands and turns to face the wall instead of you, “i- i am so sorry, babe!” he knows that his ears are probably red and prays to whoever tf is up there that you won't notice.

armin's eyes go wide for a split second before he's stumbling back out the door, sputtering out strings of apologies and bashing himself for being careless. do not ever bring up his flustered, red face or he will start crying (threat).

yuta starts sprouting several sorry's and covers his face with his hands, taking a deep breath to calm himself down as he walks out the door. he stays outside after closing the door, trying to actually calm down. “i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to! i'm sorry.”

chifuyu thinks he's going to pass out. none of the shoujo manga he's ever read would have prepared him for this. although he's a red tomato, he's closing the door like a gentleman a moment after he walks in and will apologize through the door, “sorry about that!”

[pancakes4two]

pulling a tiktok prank on harry

i’ve been wanting to write a little something to go with my harry eras series for a while now, and i literally just got the most random burst of inspiration after watching tiktoks of the pleasing pop-ups

so here’s a short blurb about y/n pranking harry by smacking him in the head with the pleasing tote a bunch of times lol.

preview: “Take your time, just let me know when you’ve found it,” Harry says, tapping on his dashboard display and opening the navigation app. You start to wonder if maybe you should’ve done this prank earlier in the morning, before he’d had his coffee and was a little more fussy and grumpy.

You pull the bag forward again, hitting Harry square in the back of the head this time.

“Oh, wait, I think I see it!” You exclaim, then quickly drag the tote back along his face.

“Babeeee,” Harry drawls, giggling as he stretches the word out. “Be careful.”

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“Sorry, I totally forgot to take this with me,” Harry wiggles his water bottle at you as he slides into his seat. He fiddles with the mirrors and shifts his seat farther back, since you were the last person to drive his car. After one last check to make sure everything was comfortable for him, he grabs your chin and lightly kisses you on the lips. “All ready to go?”

“Sorry, I totally forgot to take this with me,” Harry wiggles his water bottle at you as he slides into his seat. He fiddles with the mirrors and shifts his seat farther back, since you were the last person to drive his car. After one last check to make sure everything was comfortable for him, he grabs your chin and lightly kisses you on the lips. “All ready to go?”

“Yeah, just give me one second. I think I left my phone in my bag,” you say, reaching towards the back of the car. You feel around for a second before your fingers land on the familiar mesh fabric of your Pleasing beach tote. Taking advantage of the fact that your face was hidden from Harry at the moment, you silently laugh to yourself before turning back around.

Your hand firmly gripped on the straps of the tote, you purposely let the bag smack the side of your boyfriend’s head as you pull it forward into your lap. You look at Harry out of the corner of your eye, gauging his reaction. After it becomes clear that he isn’t going to say anything about you hitting him in the head, you decide to speak up.

“Sorry,” you apologize belatedly, pressing your lips together so you don’t laugh out loud and give yourself away.

“No worries,” Harry replies, looking down at the bag in your lap. “Did you find your phone?”

“Ugh, no,” you answer, closing the bag. “Maybe it’s in my pockets? Let me check real quick.”

Grabbing the thick fabric again, you swing the tote towards the back seats, making sure to dramatically drag it across Harry’s face before setting it down.

“Alright, easy now,” Harry sputters as he messes with his hair, brushing his fingers through loose strands that you had knocked out of place.

You decide to ignore him this time. As Harry smooths down his hair, you quickly pat down the pockets of your jeans, pretending to feel for your missing phone.

“It’s not in my pockets either,” you say, pretending to get frustrated. “I’ll look in my bag one more time, maybe it got stuck in a corner or something.”

“Take your time, just let me know when you’ve found it,” Harry says, tapping on his dashboard display and opening the navigation app. You start to wonder if maybe you should’ve done this prank earlier in the morning, before he’d had his coffee and was a little more fussy and grumpy.

You pull the bag forward again, hitting Harry square in the back of the head this time.

“Oh, wait, I think I see it!” You exclaim, then quickly drag the tote back along his face.

“Babeeee,” Harry drawls, giggling as he stretches the word out. “Be careful.”

“Sorry, never mind, I don’t see it,” you reply, before hitting him one last time. 

Harry stops laughing. He looks at you a little mischievously and grabs your wrist with one hand, prying the tote out of your hand with the other. He then pushes the fabric towards you, large hands softly roaming your face as he gently smushes the bag against your skin.

“Found your phone yet?” He jokes, lightly holding the mesh on top of your face to make sure you can still breathe. 

“H, stop, it was a prank,” you laugh while grabbing at his hands, “let go!”

“Are you going to apologize, or no?” Harry pouts, “you know I haven’t insured my face yet, and you could’ve ruined it!”

“Sorry, sorry,” you say between laughs, and he finally releases his grip. “Sorry for pranking you.”

You tap the tip of Harry’s nose and he holds your wrist there for a second when you try to pull your finger away. While you reach for your phone and stop the TikTok, he twists your arm around and kisses the back of your hand before resting both of your hands on top of the gear shift.

“Apology accepted.”

“Okay, now let’s watch the video back.” The TikTok plays and Harry immediately starts griping about how stupid he looks every time you hit him in the head. Once the video ends though, he gives up on complaining and admits that it was a pretty funny prank. Not wanting to waste more time sitting in the car, as you were getting a bit hungry and wanted to head to your lunch reservation, you quickly caption the video knocking some sense into h and upload it.

It isn’t until when you turn on your phone after lunch that you realize you forgot to switch the video setting to friends only in your rush, and your little TikTok prank had now reached 350 thousand views in the span of two hours.

Stomach swirling with anxiety, you click onto the comments.

4,574 comments

grapejuiceblues HI??? WHY DID THIS JUST SHOW UP ON MY FYP???

2 hours ago Reply

sushirry did we just discover y/n’s tiktok acc wtf

2 hours ago Reply

sincenewyork i have definitely just seen something i was not meant to see

2 hours ago Reply

vogueharry um not us randomly getting boyfriend harry content on a saturday afternoon

2 hours ago Reply

cherrycoucou yall she definitely uploaded this by accident let’s not draw attention to it😭

1 hour ago Reply

harry4ever why is he so nice like i’m fr falling to my KNEES. she hit him so many times and he didn’t get mad at all

1 hour ago Reply

finelinerry my bf needs to start taking notes

1 hour ago Reply

harryshome YN YOU WON GIRL… YOU TRULY WON😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

50 min ago Reply

kiwirry harry styles getting hit in the head by his girl and being so understanding not getting mad at her at all and kissing her hand will really have you collapsing onto your bedroom floor

49 min ago Reply

cocainesideboob hey girlie... i hate to do this but ur man looks like my bf

47 min ago Reply

latenightharry bf harry???? i’m not sure if you all understand just how rare this is

43 min ago Reply

findyourpleasing literally shed multiple tears at how sweet he is. got smacked in the head multiple times and not once did he yell or get angry

32 min ago Reply

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself. Was there even a point in deleting the video or changing the settings at this point? Every time you refreshed your profile, you gained more followers and the views on your video ticked up. Surely it was all over social media by now. You were just thankful that you were more careful the other times you posted videos of Harry to your page. Those TikToks were still for his and your eyes only.

After turning off your notifications and contemplating just dropping your phone into a drawer for the night, you sigh and go to tell Harry what happened. He’d run off to the office in your house a while ago, saying that he wanted to get some writing done before helping you with dinner.

As you pad through the hallways, you start to hear the distant strum of a guitar and the sound of Harry humming to himself.

“H,” you call out to him, running a hand through your hair. It honestly wasn’t very worth it to stress yourself out over a harmless TikTok video, but both you and Harry have always been private about your relationship. Stuff about the two of you rarely gets out for the public to see, and even then it’s just the bare basics of your relationship, like where you met and how long you’ve been together. Never something quite as domestic and mundane as your prank on Harry. Both of you preferred to keep moments like this to yourself, and you can’t help but feel like you’ve given a little piece of the two of you away to the world. It sounds dramatic, but when your boyfriend is constantly in the public view, any amount of privacy that can be afforded to your relationship is closely cherished and protected.

When Harry doesn’t answer, you yell a little louder. “Babe!”

His guitar playing doesn’t stop. When you finally reach the office, you walk over to where he’s sitting with the instrument.

“Harry,” you say slightly impatiently, which gets his attention. Harry takes one look at your face and his expression changes to one of worry. He stops playing and sets down his guitar, the open strings resonating quietly as he releases the pressure he was placing on them previously.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Harry says, brows knitting together. “Why’re you upset?”

“I’m so sorry,” you start, pulling at a loose thread on your cardigan, “but I accidentally posted that TikTok from earlier publicly. A lot of people have seen it already.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Harry replies softly, bringing a hand to your flushed cheek. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“I just feel shit for not being careful,” you mutter, “it’s like, not fair to you or us if I post recklessly.”

“You’re not posting recklessly, it was a simple mistake,” Harry shakes his head and rubs his thumb across the apple of your cheek. “And you know I’d never be angry with you for posting such a harmless video. What’s the real reason you’re upset, honey?”

“It’s the principle, I guess,” you admit, breath fluttering slightly, “it just feels like for the first time I’ve revealed a part of our relationship that was never meant for the public. Like, I’m fine with everyone knowing that we got together when we were teenagers and that we live in London. That’s okay. But, I selfishly want to keep the sweetest memories to myself.”

“That’s not selfish,” Harry consoles you, “not at all. Those memories are meaningful to you, as they are to me. You’re right that they don’t need to be shared. That’s why we’ve always agreed to keep our relationship private, for the most part. But more importantly, I’ll never fault you for making a mistake and letting a small bit slip. There’s still so much that we get to keep to ourselves, isn’t there?”

“You’re right,” you say, mind flickering to the other memories you chose to catalog on your TikTok.

You and Harry making house-shaped shortbread cookies to celebrate the release of his album. You teaching him superhero moves and him incorporating them into a dance at his concert. You helping him shave in the morning and him painting your nails. A video of the two of you dancing in your garden.

“Feeling better now?” Harry asks as a smile slowly starts to make its way back onto your face.

“Yeah,” you grab his hand and squeeze it. “Sorry for being stupid.”

“Don’t be silly,” Harry says, pulling you closer and letting you settle in his lap. He wraps his arms around you and tucks his head into the space between your head and shoulder. “Unless Jeff comes by later and demands that you hand your phone over to him, there’s nothing to worry about.”

You laugh as you think about how unlikely that was to happen. You card your fingers through your boyfriend’s hair for a while, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence as the late-afternoon sun peeks through the curtains.

Lifting his head from your shoulder, Harry motions to a spot behind your head. When you turn around to look at whatever he was pointing at, he procures your beach tote out of nowhere and lands a perfect hit to your face.

“Oops,” he grins, “was just looking for my phone.”

“I hate you so much,” you laugh, the tail end of your sentence being interrupted by firm lips being pressed to your own. “Get out of my house!”

“Your house? It’s our house!” Harry exclaims, his mouth dropping open in mock-offense.

You beam at your boyfriend, watching the sun paint his skin golden as he pushes your tangled bodies down into the cushions of your couch. He pins your wrists down, placing kisses on your neck as you giggle under his touch. You look into his eyes and think that you never want to stop making memories, as long as they’re with him.