#SOMETHING must've been in the water when I made this because what the fuck

[rassebers]

Yeah yeaaah yeah yeah

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Can I request something similar to your latest Lewis smau except y/n is Toto's daughter? It's controversial because she's younger, you know the drill

Sure!! <3 For this one I made Y/n a singer

Btw the song in this fic is made up lol

username1 She's PRECIOUS

username2 Y/n is so me

username3 Honestly that's so reletable

username4 I swear this girl will pet any creature she can, how isn't she scared of catching some disease?

↳username1 Have you ever heard of water? Is the concept of washing your hands familiar to you?

username5 Oh to be a cat pet by Y/n Wolff...

username6 A rich girl petting strays... Imagine how much of a better place the world would be if she put the same energy into some charity work

↳username7 Y/n is known for doing charity work when it comes to animals. Pretty sure some % of her earnings goes to several pet charities, organizations. Not to mention she's been vegan for a few years now

↳username8 Wow immagine if you did your research before commenting

↳username9 i love how Y/n was born into the rich life but has always been humble and used her money to help others

username10 Literally she gets a lot of hate for being a daughter of a billionaire like okay next time she'll choose to be born poor lmao

username11 exactly!! there's a difference between flexing on daddy's money and using your daddy's money for good causes

username9 pretty sure she makes her own money now;)

y/n_wolff Busy day at work 😋 look who I bumped into on the way to the studio!!

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georgerussell63 Look at you finally doing some work

↳y/n_wolff Don't worry, soon I'm back at my 2nd job (I just hang around the paddock looking all pretty and stuff)

georgerussell63 No, thank you ❤️ we don't miss you

lewishamilton Speak for yourself George, Roscoe likes when Y/n babysits him

y/n_wolff Roscoe is the only one who understands me for real 😭

roscoelovescoco Petition for an invitation next time you go to the studio

↳y/n_wolff I swear I sent one, it must've got lost on the way 🥹 the pigeon dropped it or something

roscoelovescoco Still using pigeons? That's not very vegan of you...

y/n_wolff Hey! I pay them, alright? If they didn't want to, they wouldn't do this job...

y/n_wolff (hey everyone this is a joke obv)

username3 Imagine what will happen when the haters see this comment section lol

mercedesamgf1 Can't wait to hear it ❤️

↳y/n_wolff 🫶

oscarpiastri Look at that last pic of Y/n with Lando

↳landonorris fuck you if I was an animal i wouldn't be a cat

y/n_wolff Right, you'd be a worm.

landonorris would you guys still love me if I was a worm?

oscarpiastri No

y/n_wolff No

username1 May this be a love song 🤞I need to her one from Y/n after her terrible breakup last year

↳username2 She had a boyfriend last year??

username1 Yeah, we don't know anything about him besides the fact that he broke her heart... Poor girl deserves some true love

username2 Was it a driver?

username1 I highly doubt it, they wouldn't be able to keep it so private

alex_albon Pls make it singable on track

↳y/n_wolff 😬 well...

alex_albon Y/n...

y/n_wolff It's a love song...

username4 SHE ADMITTED!! IT'S A LOVE SONG!!

↳username5 Our girl is in love again 😭

username4 I just hope he treats her better than her ex. Otherwise imma need to talk to him

maxverstappen1 If you like cats so much you should come over sometime

↳username4 Cats rizz 💀

↳username2 No cuz Max has had a crush on Y/n for so long now and I'd love to see them together

↳y/n_wolff You're a few weeks too late 😂🙈

username3 EXCUSE ME I NEED TO KNOW WHO THE MAN IS

username5 Me too, I just wanna talk... *cracking fingers*

y/n_wolff The one I prayed for out now, let me know your thoughts 🩷🕊️

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georgerussell63 Since when are you so religious?🤨

↳y/n_wolff He changed me ❤️

oscarpiastri Great, another song Lando will make me unwillingly listen to

↳y/n_wolff You love my music, don't lie

landonorris yes he does

oscarpiastri Alright, I know a few songs

y/n_wolff A few songs my ass, I saw that iconic interview where you and Lando sing my songs

landonorris he will never admit it but he was a fan YEARS before he got into f1 and met you

y/n_wolff Not like I stalk his Twitter but I saw a post from 2019 about me, it had like 5 likes and Oscar was one of them lmao

landonorris i knew you had daddy issues but are you okay?

↳y/n_wolff Yeah why?? Wtf??

landonorris well after hearing this song I'm not

username1 "They may judge the age we are, the differences they see, but love knows not of boundaries, it only seeks to be free" MY GIRL IS A POET 😭

username2 I'm not ready to meet this man after hearing "He's walked through fire, faced his fears, but in his heart, there's room for tears" 😭

carmenmmundt Truly in love with the lyrics, they're out of this world, out of this century

↳y/n_wolff Thank you love 🥹

lewishamilton The chorus got me in a chokehold💜

↳y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for, in the dead of night, a love like ours, hidden from sight. If people knew, they'd say it's wrong, but in his arms I belong🥹

↳username4 What is Lewis doing here...?

username5 Chill, he drives for Mercedes. George also commented in case you didn't notice

username3 Lyrics so beautiful miss girl was born in the wrong generation

↳username2 fr it sounds straight from 20th century poetry, she's too pure for the age of quick tinder hookups

username6 I knew what her father was like but damn...that song screams daddy issues...

↳username7 Y/n said music is her therapy, that's just how she chooses to express her emotions

username8 When are we going to talk about this part of the lyrics?? "In his eyes, reflections of victory, every triumph and mystery. He's raced through life, faced every curve"?? THIS HAS TO BE ABOUT A DRIVER

↳username9 Y/N AND MAX???

username10 me when I'm delusional

↳username11 I wish it was about Max, but it's certainly about an older guy. I mean, Max is a few years older than Y/n, but the song feels like the guy is in his 30s

lewishamilton Summer break = days spent at the beach

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username1 Sir Lewis Hamilton casually adding his boss' daughter to his vacation pics 🤨

↳username2 fr did he think we wouldn't notice?

georgerussell63 Blink twice if Y/n forced you to post the last photo

↳lewishamilton She kindly asked and I agreed.

y/n_wolff Exactly. That's what I do. I ask. Kindly.

username3 SO HER SONG IS ABOUT HIM??

↳username4 Seems like it 🥹

username3 idk how I feel about it tbh... she's too young for him

username5 Yeah imo she'd be better with Max

username4 Shut the hell up guys, let them be happy, there must be a reason they're together

landonorris that's called soft launching, did you know that?

↳y/n_wolff Wdym?? We're just team bonding during the summer break

georgerussell63 Then why wasn't I at the team bonding?

y/n_wolff Uhhhh I'll call you back later, I'm driving through a tunnel 😬

username6 She's too young for him, will have her fun and move onto the next guy (Max?)

↳username7 You're the reason why so many celebs prefer to keep their relationships a secret

username8 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??

↳username6 Does he even know? 💀 AFAIK he doesn't have social media

username8 But it's impossible that he wouldn't know, right...?

y/n_wolff I love you but what is this basic caption?😭

↳lewishamilton I'd rather like to focus on how pretty you look

y/n_wolff I LOVE YOU 😭

landonorris simp

y/n_wolff Stfu Lando, you wish you could hang out with us at the beach

username3 Lmao didn't expect Lando calling the 7 times world champion a simp but here we are

username9 Okay guys but... The girlfriend effect? How will the girlfriend effect work in this case if Lewis is a fashion icon already?

↳username10 There must be a way for an upgrade, there always is

y/n_wolff Sorry, he's all perfect already🫶I guess the gf effect only applies to boys and my man is a real man🗡

maxverstappen1 Have fun ☀️ see you back on track soon

↳username6 Something doesn't feels right seeing Max in this comment section...

username10 Get your shit together, him and Y/n never had a thing, y'all made it all up based on one interview Max gave years ago

mercedesamgf1 🌞😎

y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for

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lewishamilton I love you babe but what is this basic caption?

↳y/n_wolff You're learning from the best, I see

georgerussell63 Good to know you're still team bonding 👍

↳y/n_wolff Yeah, we bonded really hard last night😌

georgerussell63 TMI

oscarpiastri The last pic 🤓

↳landonorris she's getting bold isn't she

y/n_wolff I don't have reasons to be shy tho, do I?

landonorris girl made one good song and made it her whole personality

↳y/n_wolff This is girlhood, you'd never get it

landonorris btw this is hard launching but in a 'we don't give a fuck' way

↳y/n_wolff Well, we don't 🤷‍♀️

username1 WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LITTLE Y/N😭

↳username2 She grew up 😭

username3 I love how nonchalant they're about it

carmenmmundt Someone's been working out🤭

↳y/n_wolff Now I have a personal trainer 😌

username4 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??

↳username5 Bet we're gonna see much more of smashing his headset after the break

username6 How is she so casual about it? We just found out she's dating LEWIS MF HAMILTON and she's acting like that's nothing

↳username3 I guess it is 'nothing' for her, she's known Lewis since she was really young

username7 That's what's giving me the biggest ick because this man has known her since she was an early teen and suddenly decided to date her?

username3 Yeah but she's in her 20s now, she's a consenting adult

username7 That's not normal, this is the definition of grooming

username3 I'm sorry I'm too european for your bullshit

username8 Lewis said fuck it I'm going to Ferrari next year anyway, might as well shoot my shot 💀

username9 Max Verstappen has been really silent

↳username10 Now he'll compete with Lewis not only for the championship but also for Y/n 😂

username9 It would be such a win

username11 Can y'all MaxY/n shippers shut up? I swear y'all are worse than Lestappen shippers

y/n_wolff Roscoe working hard while his dad socializes with his grandpaw 🥳

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username1 I didn't even realize now that Y/n and Lewis are together it means Toto is Roscoe's grandpaw 😭

georgerussell63 Working hard or hardly working?

↳y/n_wolff No comment...

landonorris really shocked to see toto still gets along with lew

↳username2 Lando saying what we all think lol

↳y/n_wolff Dad was actually happy!!

landonorris does he hope you'll convince lew to stay in mercedes?

y/n_wolff How am I supposed to know 🤷‍♀️ you go talk to him

oscarpiastri New songs when?

↳y/n_wolff Soon!! (I haven't started working on them)

username2 I'm actually happy to see them happy and that Toto accepts Lewis as Y/n's boyfriend

↳username3 It's still weird 💀 imagine calling a 40 year old your 'boyfriend'

username2 People are allowed to find love at any age

username3 Lewis is closer in age to Toto than to Y/n

username2 And? Y/n isn't a child, she's a grown woman, if Lewis is what she wants, who are we to judge?

username3 It's just icky... It's not gonna last long

username4 I still can't stop thinking what could be if Y/n was dating Max 🥹

↳username5 fr my dream couple

username6 Y'all see how Y/n predicted people's reaction in her song? "If people knew, they'd say it's wrong" and y'all can't stop yapping about imaginary grooming or what her and Max could've been

↳username7 Girl should've kept it a secret, I feel sorry for them 🥲

↳username8 But in his arms I belong

y/n_wolff Okay everybody, I didn't want to talk about it, but you give me no choice. Lewis and I are in love, there was no grooming involved, I make my own decisions. I really wanted to cherish our love with my new music, but you make me re-think it. I don't feel excited to share our love with you anymore.

↳lewishamilton Don't worry about them darling ❤️

↳danielricciardo FEA

↳landonorris You have our support guys

↳oscarpiastri Don't let these comments get to you, they don't matter

↳georgerussell63 I know I usually act like a snappy older brother, but I love to see you happy (even if Lewis is the reason)

↳maxverstappen1 Haters are always gonna hate, but they don't deserve your attention

[bandgie]

Beast of a Man

Smut!Tarzan

Synopsis: You were on an expedition with a team to investigate ape behavior. After setting off a booby-trap accidentally, it's not your team that finds you, but an ape-like man. Is he the missing link anthropologists have been looking for? You need to take him back to camp, and you're thinking of luring him in by more than one way.

A/N: I dont give a fuck if this movie is older than me this man is HOT no one talks about him and im SICK of it.

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You take a deep breath through your nose and exhale through your mouth. You were growing irritated. You were somewhere in West Africa sweating your balls off (if you had any) trying to follow where the shrewdness of apes went. They had a tendency to relocate to avoid predators, and they happened to the night you slept in.

You didn't bother asking your team to help you look. You all have been up doing your notes for your dissertation and you decided that they deserved some shut eye. You were tempted to ask the person who was guiding you through the jungles, but the language barrier made you decide not to. Too much work, but the apes couldn't have gone far right?

Since it was blazing, you decided to wear some white shorts and a tan button up shirt completed with a safari hat on top. You made sure your bag was packed with snacks and water before leaving. Of course, you also brought your hunting knife. You prayed it wouldn't be necessary to use, but being out in the open made you a prey to all sorts of things.

You started your journey, keeping close to the trail you were familiar with. You started East since that's where the sun rises, praying that they would be there. You weren't sure how long you walking for until you finally found a piece of ape hair. You gasp excitedly and bent down to grab it, you were getting close.

You wiped the sweat from your forearms and continued forward with new resolution. You were going to find the nest and since it's still early afternoon, you might even be able to see-

"Ahh!" you screamed. Something tightened around your foot and you went up in the air upside, hitting your head on the ground in the process. A pained groan left your lips as you opened your eyes. You were hanging upside down by one of your ankles.

"Aw shit..." you cursed, looking up to see your foot tangled in...vine? Your eyebrows furrowed, wouldn't it have been better to use rope? Maybe your team put this here as a trap, or maybe it was the locals to catch some animals. You felt stupid as you reached upwards to grab your foot and get yourself loose.

Which was much harder than you initially thought. It was too far for you too reach and when you did manage to grasp your ankle, pain would surge from your lower back to your neck as you continued to awkwardly bend your body. Your head was pounding, blood drumming your ears before you finally gave up. They'll find you, you just have to be patient.

"HELP!" You yelled, voice echoing in the trees. You started calling your team by names, then last names. You felt your eyes water in frustration, thinking about how stupid you were to travel alone.

Granted you couldn't be that far from the trail, maybe 6 miles. But you don't know how much longer you could stand being upside down. Then it hit you, your knife! A sound of relief escaped you as your reached behind your back to grab your knife. Only your bag wasn't there. It must've flown off when you were thrusted into the air because it was 20 feet away from you on the ground.

Now you were going to really cry. No, that won't help, you think, I just need to keep yelling, but should you? Here you are alone in the jungle, making all these noises. What if you attract a predator. The thought makes you stop.

You take deep breaths as a way to keep your cool. You'll be fine, they'll find you, you just need to wa- a crunch distracts your thoughts. Your eyes try to find from where the sound came from, turning your head frantically around.

"Hello?" You call, gentle. You're not sure if it's your people, but from the lack of response you doubt it is. The crunching gets faster and louder, you hold your breath in and prepare for an animals to jump our and devour you.

Instead, a man emerges from bushes, a naked man. Almost naked, save for the piece of cloth that wraps around his waist. You narrow your eyes, unable to comprehend what you're seeing. He doesn't look like he natives that live here. The main thing to give it away is the way he walks, or more like knuckle-walking. He scoots closer to your, eyes intensely staring at you. He quadrupedaly walks to you, and you scream.

He wildly moves back, hooting as a response. You thrash around, fear bubbling in your stomach. "No! Fuck off! Go away!"

He knuckle-walks around you, inspecting to see if you're an actual threat. You're not of course, you're tied and on the verge of fainting from being upside for so long. It doesn't take long for the ape-man to realize it and come within 3 inches of your face. You stop moving and stare into his eyes. He's actually... beautiful. Looking past the dirt on his body and his tangled hair, he had a strong jaw and a large nose with a bump at the bridge. He had high cheekbones, thick eyebrows, and deep eyes. Not to mention he was staring at you in the same way, only 100x more intense. He was looking at you like you're the only woman he's ever seen, maybe the only person he's ever seen period.

His hand reaches to touch your face, his fingers gently play with your features. Starting with the nose, eyes, eyelashes, ears, then your lips. He touches his own afterwards as if comparing them. He grunts to himself as if he's talking outloud.

His hands get more explosive, moving to your neck. His hands keep traveling until they feel your breasts, he stops. He feels his own chest and a look of confusion crosses his face. When he goes back to feel your body, you thrash.

"No!"

Your stern voice makes him take a step back, but he knows you're not a real threat. He moves back to his original place and touches your top, playing with the buttons. Sweat starts to drips off your neck to the ground, you don't know how much longer you can stand this position.

His hands discover that you can unbutton these little circles, and that's exactly was he does. He doesn't even notice the bra that holds your tits, his focus completely on the shirt. When he does, his hands take no shame in touching some more.

His touch is so gentle that you instinctively puff your chest closer to him. His fingertips travel from one breast to the other, not knowing your bra can also come off.

Wait, why are you thinking about him taking off your bra? You don't know this man, if he even is a man. But the way he touches you is addicting. You love the softness of it, how he touches you as if you're the most fragile thing on this Earth.

You gently use your hands to grasp his, he jumps at the contact and look back at your eyes. You guide him to the inside of your bra, having your tits spill out. His eyes widen is surprise, as if he's never seen such a complicated contraption. He looks at his chest quickly and back at yours. He starts grabbing them and kneading them, enjoying the softness you have.

He grunts in what seems like approval. He sees you nipples harden from his touches and he pinches them. You moan in response, though you think you're just groaning from pain. You're going to blame your behavior on the lack of blood supply in your brain, but right now the dampness in your underwear is more important.

You use your hands to take off the rest of your shirt and bra, completely topless to him. This man was so entranced by your body that you have to use your hands to make him look at your face. You point to the vine that has you hostage.

"Help me down, and I'll help you," you don't even know if he can understand you, but he must because he climbs a nearby tree and loosens the knot. You fall with a thud and groan, finally feeling the extra blood leave your head.

The man climbs on top of you and looks into your eyes as if he's asking something. You nod, already knowing what he wants. You guide the back of his head back to your tits and he gratefully pops a nipple in his mouth. His hands are on either side of you, possessively keeping you under him. Your hands tangle in his hair and he continues to suck.

You hum and squeeze your legs together, wetness gathering between your legs. He releases your boob with the small pop! and goes to the other side, letting his tongue roll over your nipple. You use your hand to grab his, placing it on your other boob. He gets the message and starts massaging your boob while keeping the other in his mouth.

You moan and grind your body against his, trying to get some friction. The need in your pussy is almost unbearable, you want it to to touched, paid attention to, but you hold back. You don't want to make a decision you would regret, but you're not sure if anything you're doing is helping with that.

He suddenly stops, a whine leaving your lips when he does. He closes his eyes and inhales, looking all over your body. His smells different parts of your body, shoving his nose between your breasts.

"What?" You ask, suddenly self-conscious. The beast of a man travels down you stomach, down your navel, occasionally sticking his tongue out to taste you. Then he stops at your shorts, eyes looking into yours.

He puts his attention back onto your clothes, attempting to take them off himself. He sees the familiar button on the top of your shorts and decides he should start there. You're amazed at his intelligence. He may not be verbal, but he has amazing innovative and cognitive ability.

Your thoughts are pulled away as he manages to do the same to your shorts. He tugs them all the way down to you ankles and stares at the spot he's been aching to devour. You know you must not have the best taste considering how much you were sweating but 30 minutes prior, but this man couldn't care less. He leaned down to your core and took a deep breath, groaning as he did. His hands gripped your thighs and he squeezed them. You whimpered at his touch, opening your legs to give him better access to your pussy.

You were soaking, you could feel you essence dripping down to your body and the way you're underwear felt cold against the wind. The ape-man went it, licking your wetness and widening your legs even more. He bent your legs forwards, folding your back so you knees were almost touching your face.

You squealed at the movement never being in this position. It was pretty uncomfortable, but the way his hands held your legs by your under thighs made your stomach coil in anticipation. He used his tongue more than anything, not knowing that he could so much more.

He used his muscle to collect the remaining drool your pussy produced, trying to find the source. He was beginning to get irritated, but little did he know that your underwear was covering his desire. A part of you loved watching him struggle, but the need for him directly on you was stronger. You reached your arms around your hips and moved your underwear to the side, using your thumb to rub yourself in circles.

You tapped your pussy, making sure it made wet noises to get his attention. "Here, do it here."

The man stopped for a second, bewitched by the sight of your dripping folds and pulsing pussy. He had never seen anything like it, like a rare cuisine he was lucky enough to stumble upon. He experimentally stuck his tongue out to taste you. You hummed in satisfaction and used your fingers to spread yourself. He let your taste settle on his tastebuds, licking his lips hungrily as he decided that this was the best meal he was ever going to have.

He pushed your legs further back and buried his face into you. You moaned as his tongue shot out all over your pussy, smearing both of you juices all around. The ape man moved his face up and down against you, his large nose occasionally touching the bud of your clit.

You squirmed when he did and he noticed your behavior. He moved his tongue up to flick your bundle of nerves and you jolted. An intrigued smile found his lips as he continued his movements. It was too much, you were too sensitive and you instinctively yanked on his hair to pull him away.

You moaned in relief, but the man above you was anything but. He grabbed your hands held them down to your sides, using his chest and face to keep you in your bent position. As if to show you that he wasn't happy with your action, he ate you out brutally. He used his teeth to gently scape against your clitoris, a move he shortly found out gave him the best response.

"No no it's too much! Stop im sorry im sorry!" You cry. You pleas fell on deaf ears. He sucked hard on your bud, stretching it as he pulled away. A loud cry left out lips and he finally stopped to look at you. Your legs were shaking, sweat all over your body, back aching, and tears falling.

He gently let your legs fall so you were flat on the ground. A small sob and thank you left you as your legs closed together. The man closely looked at your face and licked your tears away, an apology. His hands soothingly went through your hair with a look of slight worry on his face.

He had such an intense gaze, you thought he would kiss you if he knew how. You sat up and put your hands on his chest, having him lay on the ground this time. Your eyes found the tent that formed in his patch of cloth. You smiled and had your hands explore his chest. He eyes you warily, not used to being under anyone or anything.

A devious smile played on your lips as you leaned down and kissed his ear, "My turn."

You sat back up and scooted down so you could place yourself between his legs, eagerly lifting off his little wrap so you could see his glory. Your eyes widened at his cock. He was so thick, veins wrapping around his length. The tip was a pretty pink, a sharp contrast to his tanned dick. You felt you mouth salivate at him and you leaned down to place a kiss on his tip.

He groaned, thrusting his hips up to feel you more. You playfully tsked and shook your head, "So impatient."

You got on all fours to be face-to-face with him, hands playing his thighs. You kissed over his pelvis, his bush, his inner thighs, anywhere besides the one place where he wanted you most. His hands went outwards besides him to grasp onto the ground beneath him. You could tell from the way he was straining and groaning, he was holding back from grasping your head. You blushed at his consideration, he's kind of a gentleman.

You decide to thank him by finally taking him into your mouth, making sure your tongue covers his slit and slowly bobbing your head up and down. He thanks you by whining, a sound that's going to forever imprint in your brain. You use one hand to keep on his stomach and the other to wrap around his shaft. You worked in one fluid motion, tasting his salty pre-cum and feeling you spit dribble out of your mouth onto your hand.

You really wanted to test your limits to see how far you could take him, but know with his girth that would be difficult. You still decided to try anyway, moving your hand to play with his balls and pulling your mouth out. He huffed in protest and looked up at you, eyes hazy.

You made sure to gather enough spit and drool over his cock. You relaxed your jaw and went back in. You took a deep breath through your nose and keep sliding down. You gagged when his tip hit you throat, but he still more than halfway to go. You closed your eyes and willed your head forward, mouth opening almost painfully.

Your pussy throbbed in excitement, imagining that it was getting stretched out instead of your mouth. The man beneath you broke, hands grasping the sides of your head and shoving you down. You violently gagged around him, eyes pooling with tears. Your nose tickled his bushy pelvis. You looked up at him to plead to let you go, but seeing your begging eyes and cock covered mouth did the opposite to him. He used your mouth as a cock sleeve, harshly dragging your lips up and down his length.

Your hands gripped his thighs, he was going so hard and fast you started thinking you were going to throw up. You eyes rolled to the back of your head you felt your pussy drip down your thighs. You've never been used by this, and you never wanted it to stop. You could probably just cum from giving him head, but your need for air was starting to get the better of you.

It took both of your hands to rip away one of his before you finally popped your mouth off his dick, gasping and coughing for air. The ape-man sat up, finally recognizing that you were on the verge of passing out. He brushed the air out your face and cradled your face into his hands. He watched as you steadied your breath, holding you close to him.

Never had a man treated you with such care and such disregard at the same time, it went straight to your aching core. You adjusted so you were straddling his lap, hands gripping his shoulders. He wasn't sure what you were doing, but when he felt your folds grind against his cock he knew what you wanted.

You grabbed the base of cock, moved your underwear to the side, and smeared hit tip over your clit. Both of you hummed in unison, his grip tightening on your hips. You moved your legs so you were in a squatting position, preparing yourself to take him in.

He patiently waited as you dipped the tip of dick cock into your pussy, shivers enveloping your body. His face twisted in unfamiliar pleasure, teeth gritting. You put more of your weight on him, sinking more and more onto his cock before you finally felt him fully in your gut. Your eyes rolled back placed your head in the crook of his neck breathless. Once you adjusted, you softly bounced on him, feeling his teeth and tongue get a feel of you exposed neck and ear. He growled approvingly once you started moving more aggressively.

One of his large hands went into your scalp, yanking your hair back to bare your throat at him. A part of you grew scared, but the way he was drooling out of the corner of his lip made you bounce with more determination. He bit the base of your throat making you cry out, then licked it apologetically. He didn't know that his nips at your neck distracted you, so when you slowed your movements down he grew upset. Taking matter into his own hands, he grabbed your ass and slammed you down hard.

You yelped, picking your head up as you looked into his eyes. He has a certain glaze over his eyes, as if he wasn't really looking at you. You leaned back to show a better view of where your bodies connected, his eyes immediately went there.

This must've been some encouragement for him because he started thrusting upwards too. The pleasure was too much, twisting your gut and providing a fiery sensation in your stomach. You whimpered and wrapped your arms around his neck for better support. You let him abuse your pussy, not caring about how he ripped your underwear off to properly see himself pound into you.

"Fuuuuuck," you moaned, "you feel so good." He had no reaction to your words, but you didn't care. He was going to bruise your hips form how hard he was holding you, but you were so close to finishing that none of that mattered.

You used one of your hands to rub your clit, attempting to finish faster. Your whines got louder and more frequent, he did the same. You tried not being loud, but you almost screamed when you came. He felt the way your walls squeezed around him and how your juices flowed out. He watched as your body nearly went limp, putting all your weight against him.

He took his opportunity to slam his cock all the way down into you until you could feel him kiss your cervix. You don't know if the noises you were making could count as moaning, but he frankly couldn't give less of a shit.

Finally, you felt the sweet warmth of his orgasm filling you up. You squeezed around him again and he moaned, wrapping his arms around your torso to make sure you didn't move from him. He couldn't stop leaking inside you as you felt some of it dribble out and possible drip down his balls.

You could tell he didn't want to pull out, satisfied with letting his cock soften between your legs. The thought to let it happen was tempting, but you already let a strange man fuck and cum inside you. There had to be some morals left.

You lifted your head up from his neck and pushed away from him. He huffed in defiance, content with his current position. You untangled yourself form him and wobbled upwards, standing. He slowly got up and looked around as if he was looking for something. Then he crawled over to your torn underwear, grabbing and putting it up to his face. You laughed as he took a deep breath, inhaling your scent like he couldn't get enough.

Once you had your top on, you walked over to him and stuck your hand out for him to give it back. Rather than obeying he growled, not threateningly, but rather in resistance. You sighed and decided going comando would be your only option.

Then an idea popped into you mind. It would be such a waste to leave a man here who seemed to listen to almost your every word. Who you could mold into the perfect fuck. Plus, you needed to study apes anyway and he seemed like the perfect willing participant.

You squatted down to his level and gently ran your fingers through his long, tangled hair. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. Oh yeah, you think, a perfect candidate.

You gently tapped the underwear in his hands and his eyes shot back open into yours. "Ya know," you started, "I have more of those back at camp. Wanna see?"

a/n: part 2 here

[bonny-kookoo]

Hii, i came on here after months and i immediately fell in love with the i like you couple..

i’m gonna be true to my angst loving ass and ask: how do we have to imagine the situation when kook lashes out with words? do you have a little snippet or something for that maybe or obviously you can just simply answer it’s up to you:) is he mean mean and how does oc deal with him during those times?:|

AN: Haha, warning for angst, obviously. -Masterlist

He knows he's being unreasonable. He should just apologize that he forgot, and move on with it- but for some reason, it's been growing over his head, out of his hands. The jokes of his supposed 'friends' at the gym about his new 'barbie' girlfriend, the fact that he's dealing with jealousy for the first time, and now, you just being reasonably upset over the fact that he knew he had to pick you up from work today, and simply.. didn't.

He doesn't even know why he didn't do it. He just felt too shitty to really get up from his couch.

"Are you even listening to me right now?" You whine, and at that, he snaps.

"I'm not, no, because it's really hard to keep up with the amount of words you're spewing right now." He bites at you, and you're visibly taken aback by his tone. "I get it, I fucked up, jesus christ yeah you had to walk home for once, get over it! Next time get yourself a fucking cab maybe, I'm not your personal slave!" He scoffs, leaving you in the kitchen by yourself, while he himself locks himself in the bathroom to shower, and maybe calm down.

Fucking hell, he'd never yelled like that before. Especially not at you.

He feels like shit as his mood starts to shift underneath the warm water from the shower, guilt creeping up on him. He knows you can't do your drivers license because you're terrified of driving yourself- and yeah, maybe that's why he used that fact to hurt you. He also knows you're insecure about asking things of him- so yeah.

Now that he thinks about it, that was a low blow.

But he just wanted you to stop being so mad at him, he just wanted to have you be quiet for once, because he just couldn't take anymore today.

But he knows it's wrong to be like this. Especially with you, his fucking girlfriend. You had every right to be upset at him, and he deserved the way you were mad at him. Hell, you didn't even curse at him once, he just realized, you were so fucking gentle in telling him that you are disappointed- you never said you were mad at him for not picking him up.

You were just mad that he didn't say anything, making you worry if he was okay.

Fuck.

He dries off, get's dressed, and reemerges from the bathroom with a shameful stance, ready to apologize-

when he notices his apartment is empty. You've left, and he didn't even hear you leave, meaning you must've made sure he didn't notice. A text is sent to you, but he decides to try and call you straight after- but you don't pick up.

Another text is unanswered. Read, but never replied to.

The next few texts over the course of the night don't even get a 'read' anymore. He knows he must've hurt you to ignore him like that, because usually, you'll make your emotions known. You're bold and honest and open, it's what he loves about you- and right now, it terrifies him.

He wants you to shout at him. Yell at him, curse him out over text, anything.

But even the day after, you refuse to acknowledge any of his attempts at communication- even a knock on your door being ignored.

He really fucked up, didn't he?

"Pretty shit being ignored, hm?" You say behind him, putting the heavy looking grocery bags down next to you. He can see the way your fingers are red- they must be hurting bad from the weight of the bags having to be carried all the way from the store up here to your apartment. But even now that he's here, you slap his hands away from the bags when he tries to help, taking them from him instead. "You're not my slave, stop acting like it." You snap, not sparing him a glance as you take your bags inside, his hand quickly reaching out so the door can't fall shut.

"I'm sorry I said that-" He shamefully admits, quietly so, as he watches you unpack the groceries and put them away.

"hmhm." You just hum, still not looking at him.

He wants to say something, but he can't- he doesn't know what he should say, what he can say to make you feel just a little better. So he turns around, when suddenly, your hands slap your babypink kitchen counter.

"So now you're just gonna fuck off?" You say, loudly so, finally looking at him. "That's it? Just leave her be and she'll crawl back eventually?" You accuse, and he shakes his head. "Then what? What's the plan here?!" You yell, and he feels like a little kid getting scolded.

"I don't know what else to do." He whines a little, unsure, uncomfortable. He doesn't want to be in this situation, that's true- and usually, he would do exactly what you accuse him of. Leave, and hope that once he feels better, people will come back to him.

"You're my fucking boyfriend!" You whine, turning around to have your body face him. "I don't know, fucking hug me, or hold my hand, or give me a fucking sign that you care about me!" You say, voice cracking a bit. "We talked about this, Jungkook. I need things like that, I-" You swallow, hard. "-I need, like, something. Give me anything. I feel horrible right now." You beg, and at that he walks towards you, holds you close and sways you from side to side a bit while you hide your face in his chest. "I really love you, but that was mean.." You whimper, and he nods.

"I know." He agrees. "I'm sorry. I really am." He tells you again, and you nod, trying to break free again- but he doesn't budge. "No- you're right." He suddenly says. "I don't.. ever really hold you. I don't make any effort at all." Jungkook sighs, realizing what's been making you so uneasy since the beginning of your relationship. "I just.. I guess, hoped it would turn out okay. That my life is gonna.. stay the same, just with you in it now." He offers, and you cling a bit to the back of his shirt. "But that's the lazy way. And I should stop being lazy."

"I'm sorry I'm so difficult." You mumble against his chest. "I try not to be so clingy-"

"No, be clingy." He disagrees. "You've been... adjusting all the time. All up until now. If anything, you were forced to be my slave, not the other way around." Jungkook realizes. "And that.. needs to stop. I'll be better from now on." He promises.

"I don't want you to change-" You start, but he shakes his head again.

"'I'm not changing." He denies. "I'm gonna adjust, just like you did for me. I love when you're clingy, and loud, and dancing around in the morning, and when you send me weird pictures of dogs you meet every day." He chuckles. "I want to, you know.. aahrgh this is so fucking weird-" He complains to himself, and he laughs.

"No no no, go on, you're doing great." You joke, laughing along.

"I wanna.. you know. Call you stuff." He admits, and you lean away at that to look at him.

"Like, during sex? Geez we've not even had sex yet-" You start, but he shakes his head, ears red, clearly embarrassed.

"No, like.. you know. You call me stuff all the time." He tries again, and you suddenly seem to realize.

"Oooh, like Baby? Babe? Hot guy?" You say, and he nods.

"I don't wanna call you the last one but you get the point." He shrugs, and you nod.

"You don't have to, you know." You say, your arms now resting around his neck. "We can just do small steppies." You shrug.

"I know, but I want to." He admits. "It's just.. hard for me. So, I don't know.. please be patient with me." He carefully asks, and you suddenly smile, pulling him down for a quick peck on his lips.

"I can do that." You nod, before you part from him, dancing towards one of the grocery bags. "Now.. let's eat some icecream!" You laugh, and he shakes his head with a smile.

Happy that he's finally got you back.

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Cop Dad Swap

I made my way to the kitchen, expecting some good alcohol since Brittney was rich. Holy shit! There was a huge variety of everything! Now THIS is what I expected at a college party! Who fucking cared if I wasn't even in college yet, or old enough to drink? This shit is crazy!

"What would you like my good sir?" asked some random guy at the table. I didn't think he was an actual bartender, since he was wearing normal clothes. Probably just some weirdo.

"Oh I dunn-" I didn't even finish my sentence when he put something into a shaker and poured it into a red plastic cup. He then handed it to me. Well, I guess if I'm at a college party, I gotta act like a college party guy. I chugged it all down in a second. Suddenly my throat burned like hell.

"Fuck man, one step at a time! Save the chugging for cheap beer. These drinks are classier." He poured me another. "This time baby steps my man."

I was kinda mad, but accepted the drink anyway. I walked back into the living room where people were on the dance floor. I saw my buddy Trent dancing with yet another random girl he just met. I swear that dude solely exists to break hearts.

"Hey! Garrett! Did you get the drinks?

"I got one. If you want one, go get it yourself."

"Ah fuck you! But seriously though aren't you scared your dad's gonna show up? I mean he IS a cop around here."

"Probably not. I'm sure there's lots of parties going on right now. What are the chances that he'd come to this one?” I noticed someone started talking to Brittney. It must've been bad because she widened her eyes and turned the music off. With the new silence in the room, we could hear the blaring police sirens outside.

"Shit who called the cops?" Someone said. The door opened and none other than my stupid dad appeared. His ugly bald head reflected the multicolored lights and he looked around at everyone, while I tried to hide myself behind the crowd. Beside him was the sheriff, Marty. My dad may have been good friends with Marty but he didn’t have to bring the fucking sheriff for something as simple as this.

"Allright allright, party's over. Nobody's getting arrested as long as you cooperate." Everyone started walking out the door and I was exposed. My dad widened his eyes when he noticed me.

"Garrett?! What the fuck are you doing? You know better than that!" He just HAD to start the lecture NOW out of all times, embarrassing me in front of everyone.

"What? I can't come to a party now?"

"Don't try excuses on me! I saw that cup in your hand. What? You expect me to believe that's water? Get in the car. Everybody else move it!” We both started walking outside while Marty stayed to lead the others.

Inside the police car, we were silent for a while until he blew up on me once again.

"I can't believe you were fucking underage drinking! Do you have any idea how irresponsible you are?! You're in your senior year of high school. Do you really think that’s going to be a good habit when you go to college?! You're grounded until graduation. I don't care how harsh that sounds. Graduation you hear?” I knew that nothing I said would change anything so I kept my mouth shut the rest of the car ride. 

Back at home, we said nothing to each other as I walked up to my room and slammed the door. About an hour went by and I heard a knock, followed by my dad coming in.

"Hey."

"Go away."

"I just wanted to say that I overreacted a bit back there. It made me so angry seeing the type of person you might’ve ended up as." He was fumbling with his wedding ring. I don't know why he keeps it on anyway. I never knew my mom, and it's clear my dad is divorced so why does he wear a damn wedding ring? He needs to find a girlfriend or something!

“You have no idea how stressful it is! Why can’t I go to some little party just to unwind?”

“I was young once too! I just don’t want you to go down a bad path. You have so much more to learn. This isn’t a good habit to form when you go to college.” It was then that I blew up on him.

“Hey at least I am going to college! Unlike a certain dumbass cop…” His eyes widened and I saw nothing but pure anger on his face,

"I was going to shorten your grounding sentence, but after that attitude not anymore!" He then slammed the door once again.

Trent texted me a bit later, asking if I was going to be able to go to Brittney’s homecoming party. Shit! I forgot about that! There was no way I was going to miss it so we devised a plan for me to sneak out.

The night arrived and I had my plan all set. Trent was going to call the cops on some other party to lure my dad away. When he leaves, Trent will come and pick me up and it's party time! I was in my room pretending to be bored, when right on schedule, my dad came in.

"I got another dumbass party to shut down so stay here, and don't even think about leaving this room. You're still grounded." He had a serious look in his eye.

"Sure sure. I'll be good," I said sarcastically. I looked out the window and as soon as his car was out of sight, I texted Trent. Within minutes he arrived. I quickly got dressed and he picked me up.

"Dude, you're either the bravest guy ever, or the stupidest."

"Hey, I won't stay too long. Just enough to see what it's like really. And then I'll be back in my room before he comes home."

The house was easily twice as packed as the last party, it was incredible. Brittney came down the stairs and approached me with a confused look on her face.

"Hey, wait I thought you were grounded or something. Aren't you afraid your dad is gonna come back? He better not."

"Nah, relax. He's doing some other stupid police work. I won't stay too long anyway."

"Allright, if you say so."

I went to the kitchen, like last time, to find an even bigger variety of drinks! Nobody else was in there so I thought I'd experiment myself this time. I picked up the shaker and started pouring drinks, even though I didn't know what the hell they were. But I didn't care! I'm just glad I was able to sneak away from my dad. I tried the drink and…well it was actually awful. Oh well. I headed to the dance floor and started showing off my moves. I could hear everyone cheering me on until I felt a bit faint. The last thing I remembered was falling over and a couple people looking at me concerned.

When I opened my eyes, I was outside in the dark. What happened? Was I that drunk and they kicked me out? I felt pretty normal though. I walked back up to the door. When I closed it, a draft flew in, which was especially cold on my head for some reason. I let out a deep breath and when I turned around, everyone was staring at me. But it wasn't the type of confused stare I expected; it was a terrified stare. The music stopped and it felt like they were staring into my soul.

"Uh, I'm ok now.” My voice sounded really weird. There was an awkward silence until someone shouted in the back.

"Well party's over…AGAIN!" As everyone started walking out, I noticed Brittney was yelling at someone on the floor.

"Nah, fuck you Garrett. You're not allowed here again. Get up!" Weird coincidence that there was a guy with the same name as me on the dance floor too. As the crowd cleared, I felt a chill down my back as I found “Garrett” looked exactly like me! He seemed to be unconscious. When I approached him and Brittney, she looked up at me…which was weird because we were the same height. Did she get shorter or something?

"Oh uh, he didn't get beat up or anything bad. Just had a few drinks I guess." She spoke so compliantly, unlike the normal way she gives me attitude with every sentence. I noticed the guy on the floor was wearing my clothes too. He didn't just look like me, he WAS me! Was he a clone or something? What's going on? A breeze came through the still-opened door and hit my head again. Why is it so cold up there? I touched the back of my head, and felt a smooth spot. What the fuck? I searched around for my hair…for ANY hair! But all I could find was a smooth bald head. It couldn't be…I looked down at myself and found I was wearing a police officer's uniform, complete with the badge and full utility belt. Brittney stared at me, concerned.

"Is uh everything all right, officer?" No no! Don't call me that!

"I uh, can I use your bathroom?"

"Uh yeah, it's up the stairs and to the left."

As I made my way up and through the hallway, I stared down at my hands, noticing eerily similar things - a wedding ring and a watch that looked exactly like the one my dad wore. I opened the bathroom door and quickly locked it. I gazed into the mirror to find my fears had come true. I turned into my dad!

I grabbed my cheeks and tried pinching them, to make sure it wasn't all a prank and I was just wearing a mask, but nope. I could feel it all. It was real. Fuck! I saw how smooth and shiny my head was; I knew he shaved his head every morning, but I didn't realize how smooth doing that actually made it. It's like a fuckin bowling ball. I hate this! I had long hair before and now it's just all gone! It was freezing up there! I hated cops, so it was really uncomfortable wearing an officer's uniform too.

"Hey are you ok in there?" It was Brittney. I faked a flush and washed my hands.

"Is Garrett still asleep?" It felt weird referring to myself in the 3rd person.

"Yeah he won't wake up."

"I'll just carry him to the car."

Brittany walked to the kitchen, probably to clean up the alcohol before I saw the amount of it. When I got to the living room, I found Marty standing there. He looked up when he approached me and pointed at me. 

“Hey you! What do you think you’re doing?” Shit. Does he know?! 

“I’m sorry I-” He turned his fake frown into a smile.

“Don’t be. Sometimes we just can’t let anything else come before our duty. Even me.” He leaned over to kiss me. What?! What’s going on? “I guess we’ll have to reschedule that date to some other time.”

A date? Does this mean the whole time, my dad was gay? And for Marty? Was the whole wedding ring thing a facade? Marty actually had one too so maybe they both did it to prevent a scandal within the police department or something? I snapped back to reality when I noticed Marty was still waiting for an answer.

“Uh yeah, sure. Of course!”

“Good! Let me know!” He rubbed my bald head. It was then that I started getting hard …my dad's cock was getting hard. Marty wasn’t my type though! But suddenly the thought of him was making me feel good. Is this because I'm in my dad's body or because he's flirting with me? 

I picked up..myself..off the dance floor and put him over my shoulder. I walked over to my dad's police car, and reached into my pocket for the keys to open it. I placed…myself inside, buckled him in, took my phone out of his pocket, and sat down in the driver's seat. I always hated my dad and hated cops in general but it felt pretty awesome actually sitting in the driver's seat of a police car. Like one of those movies where they have to steal one to save the world or something. The flashing lights were still on, but luckily I knew how to turn them off. I pressed the button and began driving home.

When I got home, I picked up my body once again, and carried him. It didn't really occur to me earlier, but if I'm in my dad's body, does this mean he's in my body? Fuck, I can't stand the thought of my dad going around embarrassing me in front of everyone! But he still hadn't woken up yet. What if whatever magical spell made us swap was keeping him asleep? But if he does wake up I need somewhere to put him at least. I walked upstairs and towards his room, and placed him on his own bed. I guess that'll do. I went over to my own room and plopped onto my bed, the pillow feeling extra comfy touching my bare head. I rubbed it again, actually kinda enjoying how it felt. Even though the body belongs to my dad, I'm still borrowing it right now. So I guess I have the freedom to touch myself anywhere. Not that I would want to go…down there. That's my dad's cock, gross! But I'm gonna need to jerk off eventually; I'm already feeling kinda horny now…but why? The thought of Marty crossed my mind and I suddenly was imagining him naked. Shit, not this again. He kinda was cute though, in like a lame cop kinda way. Man, I honestly wanna fuck him now.

At this point my cock was getting so stiff that I could barely take it. I started stripping, taking the heavy utility belt off first. Each garment came off until I was just in my dad's boxers.

I can't believe I was about to do this. I felt around my new dad bod, then peeled the underwear down to see my dad's cock. It was actually pretty big, maybe like 10 inches or so! So nasty…but I had to focus on the thought of Marty to stay hard. I took the underwear off so I was fully nude, laid down on my bed and started jerking it. I imagined Marty cornering me against the wall, kissing me until he grabbed my cock. He then got down on his knees and started sucking it until…I was pulled out of my fantasy and came. The white load shot all over my bed, much further than I could ever do in my body! After the climax wore off, I realized how gross it was that my dad's cum was all over my bed. But it felt so good! Actually, I have no clue how long I'm gonna be like this, or how long my dad is going to stay asleep so I could definitely take over his life for a bit. I'm not grounded anymore! Even better, I guess I'm a cop now so I have power and authority! I took my dad's phone - I mean MY phone - and called up Marty.

"Hey Marty, I have an idea…”

[hitomisuzuya]

TIGHNARI! TIGHNARI! succumb to tighnari nsfw 🤗 May I pop in an idea? You eat goofy mushrooms and next day (when ur better) tighnari is like "what tf did I teach you all this time ??? Do I gotta teach again???"

So he sort of fucks u silly, just because you forgot what he spoke about unknown shrooms HEHE 🍵

a/n: I'm succumbing fast! I wanted to write something like this, so thank you very much for requesting ❤️

Smut. Tighnari x fem!reader. Mentions of drug use. Orgasm deprivation. Dom! Tighnari. Some power play. Forgive me, I don't know a thing about mushrooms. I always preferred weed instead so bear with me, please.

"Tiighhhhnaaarrriii~"

Tighnari's ears pricked upon hearing you sing out his name. You stumbled into his hut, your e/c eyes searching around, grinning when you saw him. You made your way towards him, stumbling when you bumped into a table with a lamp on it.

Eyes narrowing, he furrowed his brows, starting to assess and try and figure what was wrong with you. Your lips must've felt dry, his eyes suddenly becoming transfixed on your tongue when you licked your lips.

Tighnari sighed, feeling his chest tighten. He didn't have time for these feelings right now. He was really curious about how you'd managed to come under such a state. You were normally so capable, being able to lead your own squad into clearing A Withering Zone.

On top of that, not only were you reckless, you'd dared to waltz into his hut completely vulnerable, your sense of morality easily pliable when his heat cycle was beginning.

Had he been a lesser man, Tighnari would've taken advantage of it.

"Y/n, did you by chance ingest something questionable while you were on patrol in the Forest?" Tighnari asked, wanting to cut straight to the point

"Ohh, uhh," you slurred, tilting your head back, tipping your head back to look at the ceiling. Tighnari patiently waited for you to puzzle out an explanation in your head. He gulped, finding it hard not to focus on the way you exposed your throat to him.

"Oh yeah!" You exclaimed after a long moment, looking at him again, giggling before you spoke, "mushrooms. I ate..some mushrooms," you clamped a hand over your mouth, "I don't feel so good."

The next few minutes we're a blur to you. Tighnari helped you to lie down on his bed, instructing you to drink something slowly. That it would make you sleepy.

Fast forward to now, early in the afternoon the next day. You were naked, spread bare on his bed. Your were wrists bound together and tied to the headboard of Tighnari's bed. Moaning lewdly, which made Tighnari's eyes flick at the pleasing sounds, you tried to close your legs.

"Tsk, tsk," he chided, spreading your legs again. It wasn't an action telling him to stop. Oh no, it was to tell him to bury his fingers deeper inside your cunt.

Your rolled your e/c eyes to look at Tighnari, your eyes hazy. He was sitting on the bed next you, panting, two fingers squelching wetly in and out coating his fingers in your slick. He relished watching you tremble, your orgasm building up for a second time.

Your eyes widened when you saw him smirk. His mouth watered, you just looked so delicious, so pathetic at his mercy. "You are close to cumming, aren't you?"

You wailed, desperate when he suddenly removed his fingers, making his cock harden. "It's too much.." you moaned, writhing, being denied release a second time. "Please, please fuck me!"

Tighnari cleared his throat. "I believe that I, as your General ordered you to repeat back to me what you learned during my lecture," he pinched your nipple, rolling it around between his fingertips. Your breathy sigh further stirred the Alpha in heat inside of him. He needed you more desperate for him. "I won't fuck you until you do."

You sighed, frustrated, pushing your chest against his hand. "Fine!" You broke. "I ate some Psilocybin mushrooms without remembering what they were," your voice cracked, straining with need. You were too ashamed to tell him you'd only eaten them because all you thought about was him, too scared to tell him anything about how you felt.

The cat, or fox was out of the bag now. Your body had already betrayed you, telling Tighnari everything he needed to know.

Tighnari hummed, satisfied. Maybe now if you remembered being denied your release like this, you would always remember exactly what he told you. "Good," he purred, rubbing your clit in reward a few times.

The last of his patience ebbed away as he shrugged off his clothes. How wet you smelt was driving him insane.

His tail brushed teasingly up your figure, making you shiver, spreading your legs to accommodate him as he crawled up your body. Groaning, he slid his cock inside, slowly resting it deep against your cervix. "So good, ahh," it was a relief to finally bury himself inside of you. He soaked in the feeling.

His skin smacked against your's, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss, swallowing each delicious moan and whimper you offered him. He pounded into you at a feverish, quick pace.

You arched your back, making it crack, bumping your hips up as best you could to meet his thrusts. Your tore your mouth from Tighnari's, a moan dying on your lips, your orgasm washed over you, your walls clamping, sticking gummy to his cock as your release flooded around it.

Your body twitched, feeling dizzy with overstimulation as Tighnari continued to fuck you, feeling his own high building up. His thrusts slowed down, making sure to kiss your sweetest spot one last time before his cum spurted inside you.

Perhaps, every once in awhile, you would purposely "forget" certain things.

[uvobreakmylegs]

New Beginnings

a fic I wrote in earlier in the year for Suiren's birthday :D

Mafia AU, Nobunaga x reader

Warnings: kidnapping, captivity, stalking, delusional Nobu strikes again

Word count: 3.8k

The flowers probably weren't salvageable, Nobunaga thought to himself.

He'd intended on them being a nice gesture, something to make you feel more at ease when you saw them. Instead, they were the first thing you knocked over after he grabbed you in order to keep you from running out of his quarters.

A mess was all that remained of his gesture: the water that had quickly soaked into the carpet while the spider lilies and bits of broken vase were strewn about. A mess that needed cleaning up, but one that he'd been unable to get to for….. Damn, a few hours now.

Turning his attention away from the time and back to you, Nobunaga did feel a little bit of relief.

This whole thing had been a little chaotic, but at least you had finally calmed down now.

After spending hours fighting against Nobunaga, struggling in his grip and crying and just trying to get away from him after the harrowing experience of being kidnapped, you had stilled as you finally sat motionless in his lap with your back leaning against his chest. You still sniffled from time to time, a few stray tears still rolling down your cheek, but you weren't actively trying to escape him anymore.

Nobunaga's arms were still wrapped around you, but once you had settled some, he had placed one hand on your head to softly stroke your hair.

“Finally tired out?” he asked.

You didn't give a response. Earlier, when you'd been fighting him, you had tried to scream as loud as you could, hoping that the noise might get some help sent your way. Nobu had anticipated this, and one of his hands clamped over your mouth to muffle your screams as he told that you'd be disturbing the others on the floor if you did that. It seemed that because of that, you didn't want to answer him now.

Nobunaga tilted his head at you, saying your name in a questioning tone.

“Don't ignore me now,” he said, “talk to me.”

You shook your head.

He considered you for a few moments before he sighed.

“I know that wasn't the best way to bring you here,” he said, “but others had become aware of you. I couldn't risk leaving you out there while enemies knew about our relationship.”

That seemed to strike a nerve.

“What fucking relationship?” you hissed, “I don't even know you.”

“You know that isn't true,” he replied, “I saw you almost every day last week.”

“Yeah, and it was weird as hell to see you outside my apartment almost every day,” you snapped, “you stalking me doesn't count as us having a relationship.”

Nobunaga sighed.

“I hate to go playing the blame game,” he began, “but you do know that I needed to do that since you wouldn't talk to me, right?”

“You didn't need to do that!” you spat, “you could've just accepted that I wasn't interested and left me alone!”

“We made a connection-”

“No we didn't,” you insisted, interrupting him, “you're not my boyfriend, I'm not your lover; we're two complete strangers who happened to have a conversation on the street and went our separate ways after. There's nothing more than that.”

Your voice then wavered when you said “we don't have a relationship.”

Anyone else may have answered the wake-up call in your words, that he was seeing things that hadn't actually been and try to make this situation right by letting you go as you so desperately wanted.

But Nobunaga found himself focused on the fact that you remembered the first time the two of you met. And while you hadn't spoken much of the details of that meeting, the fact that it stayed in your mind must've meant that it was just as significant to you as it was to him.

Despite how short that meeting had been, you had felt a connection to him just as he had to you.

You were just having a harder time accepting it, that you could jump into a relationship with him based on that alone.

For that reason, Nobunaga wasn't at all surprised that you had fought with him during and after your kidnapping, but he was hoping you would given up earlier. Every second you fought him was a second he could've used to prove that he loved you.

“I know,” he answered, “I know you don't get it yet.”

“But this is necessary. To keep you safe,” he added.

“Kidnapping isn't how you keep people safe,” you responded bitterly.

“In this instance, it is,” said Nobunaga, “and eventually, you'll realize that.”

“No-!”

You began to struggle again. Despite how little it had done you earlier, the urge to get away from him took over you once more and you did your best to wiggle out of the firm grip that held you.

Fat lot of good that did.

Nobunaga was starting to get annoyed, but he told himself he couldn't become angry with you. If he did something drastic like hitting you or tying you to the bed, it would make you that much more resentful of him.

“Is this a second wind?” he asked, “if I have to hold you the entire night I will.”

“No!”

Just as before, your attempts to get out of his hold were pitiful, and you were reduced to a sobbing mess within minutes. Nobu watched you carefully, readying himself to cover your mouth again if he had to. He had gotten annoyed with other spiders for the noises their darlings had made on the first few nights they had been taken, and he didn't want to give any of the others any ammo to mock him for you being just as bad.

When your sobs had quieted again, Nobunaga turned you so you were facing him, using his thumb to wipe away your tears before lifting your chin up so you could look him in the eye. You gave him a sour look, but he ignored it.

“I know you want to leave, but I'm sure that in time, this place will feel like home for you,” he said.

You shook your head.

“No.”

Were the other darlings this obstinate when they first arrived? Nobu personally couldn't imagine Feitan, Shalnark or Machi tolerating behavior like this. He sighed again. Hurting you and showing you how bad things could be if he was unhappy was certainly an option, but he had no desire to break you and make you fear him more than you already did. Punishment would only come for truly serious offenses. Right now he needed to be patient with you.

“Give it time,” Nobunaga said, “for the next week or so you won't be allowed out of our living quarters, and if you keep acting up, it could be longer before I let you into the common areas of the floor. After that, you'll be allowed in several points of the building. And maybe on occasion when we get permission, we can go outside together.”

“I need permission to go outside?” you asked. There was a rage bubbling in your eyes again. Somehow learning that made you more angry than afraid again.

“You're mine now,” he explained, “and there will be those who will try to hurt me by hurting you.”

“I'm not yours! People don't belong to people!” you yelled.

You began to hit him again, beating your fists against his chest over and over. Nobu decided it was better to just take this and let you tire yourself out again. Better this than you starting to yell again and force him to hold your mouth shut. Angry tears flowed down your cheeks at the hopelessness of the situation. Surely you realized that even if you managed to get away from him, the amount of security you had seen on your way in was still in your mind, and you would know that there was no hope of you running out of this building without being stopped by someone.

Eventually your assault on him stopped, and you pressed your forehead against his chest in defeat.

It was quiet now, the only noise in the room being that of your ragged breathing.

Should he say something?

… Maybe not. So far Nobu had only managed to upset you every time he spoke, and that certainly wasn't winning him any points with you. The best course of action might be to stay quiet until you said or did something.

And a few moments later, you did speak.

“Why…”

Your voice was barely over a whisper, but he still heard you, and he tilted his head at you as he waited for you to continue whatever you were saying.

“Why did you do this to me?” you asked.

Betrayal.

Through your soft, sad voice, he could clearly hear it. Sense it in the way you now clutched at his shirt. You had trusted him, and he had re-payed that trust by forcibly taking you. That needed to be what this was.

And yet knowing that gave Nobunaga a bit of hope. For you to be betrayed, you had to have liked him at least somewhat. The way you had smiled at him on the day you met was still so clear in his mind. He was certain that there was at least some bit of affection for him in your heart, and once you got over your kidnapping and you realized just how much you meant to him, he was certain those feelings would come back and grow stronger.

Once you were able to get over that hurdle in your head, everything would be fine.

Nobu wasn't sure if you had wanted an answer to your question, but after a few moments, he responded softly “because I love you.”

You didn't react.

Maybe you weren't listening, or maybe the events of tonight had simply exhausted you and you no longer could react. Either way it was out in the open now, and even if you didn't believe him in that moment, eventually you would.

He now had all the time he needed to convince you of that.

When you shifted in his hold and tried to pull away again, his grip around you tightened, anticipating a third attempt of getting away from him.

“Please let go,” you said, not looking at him, “I need to use the bathroom.”

“…. Alright. But leave the door unlocked,” he said, his tone becoming a bit more firm as he added “there'll be problems if I need to break it down.”

You nodded somewhat hastily, and with that, he finally loosened his grip completely. You were fast to scramble off of his lap and make your way to the bathroom door, closing it a bit too quickly, but you listened to his warning as there was no click of the lock after.

But what he could hear after was the sound of you sobbing again, your soft cries echoing slightly against the smooth surfaces in the bathroom. He had thought that maybe you had run out of tears, but apparently not.

Now was probably the best time to give you a bit of space. You hadn't immediately run for the door to the entrance of his quarters like he was worried you would, so you were deserving of that much.

As he sat and waited for you to process your emotions, his mind went back to the day the two of you met and the random act of fate that put the two of you together.

He'd run into you on a windy day when you were coming out of a flower shop, a bouquet of red flowers in one hand while the other had been occupied with shoving your wallet back into your bag. While you weren't turned away from him, the majority of your face had been obscured from his view due to the wide-brimmed hat you were wearing.

At first he had only barely acknowledged your presence, his eyes naturally going over to you when you had initially exited the shop just to be aware of the new person that was now in his sights. Nobu hadn't anticipated that you might be a threat, but with his status in the troupe and the dangers that came with having such a position, it didn't hurt to be too careful. The would-be assassins of the world took many different forms.

He didn't spend long looking at you once he determined that there was nothing to be worried about, turning his attention back towards the walkway in front of him, his thoughts going back to the troupe and recent issues that had cropped up, ones regarding the owner of a private security company that operated within Yorknew. From his peripheral vision, he had noted that you had begun walking away from the flower shop entrance, heading in the direction opposite of him, and the thoughts of you would've quickly exited his mind once you were out of his line of sight.

Nobunaga would've passed you by completely had it not been for what happened next.

A gust of wind blew past you, and it was strong enough that it knocked your hat off of your head. You tried to grab it with your free hand but you weren't fast enough, and you started to follow, trying to hurry and grab it before it got too far away or touched the ground.

Instead, Nobu caught it.

It was mostly instinct that made him catch it. Just an instance where he saw from the corner of his eye that something was coming towards his head and he reacted. He only realized what had happened when he felt the material against his fingers and then looked at it to confirm.

And then you walked up to him, thanking him for not allowing the thing to blow away.

Something about you struck him. Something about the way you smiled and thanked him as he handed the hat back to you.

Something about the way you looked at him so sweetly.

“No problem,” he told you, having been barely able to remember that it was best to give you some sort of response.

That probably should've been the end of it, but something in him compelled him to keep talking to you. You'd set the hat back on your head when the wind blew again, and while this time it didn't escape you again, you needed to grab and hold it in place.

That had made for an easy enough topic of conversation.

“Doesn't seem like you dressed appropriately for this sort of weather,” he commented, brushing some of his hair behind his ear.

“Guess not,” you agreed, laughing as you said “it looked nice enough out today, so I didn't think to check what the conditions were. Lesson learned. Won't do that again.”

Nobu nodded along absentmindedly before glancing at the bouquet you held. All he'd really noted before was their red coloring, but now that he was looking at them for more than a few seconds….

…. Weren't the Spider Lilies associated with death and bad luck?

“Someone die?” he asked, nodding towards the flowers.

“Hm? Ah, they do tend to have a negative connotation, don't they?” you said, laughing a little.

Then you shook your head, adding “but these are for me. I like them.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I think they're pretty.”

Nobunaga glanced at them again.

The shade of red was nice, he supposed.

“I am a little surprised, though,” you said, “I didn't think most guys were interested in flowers. Not most guys around here, at least.”

“I can't say that I'm interested,” Nobu answered, “I've just heard enough about them to know that they're typically a bad sign.”

“Yeah,” you said again, “but I still like them.”

The conversation came to an end after that; you apparently had somewhere you needed to be. And to be fair, it was the same case for Nobu, as he was very likely going to be late for a troupe meeting.

You thanked him once more for saving your hat, and shortly after you were on your way, once again heading in the opposite direction of him. And although your face was quickly obscured from him, Nobunaga felt certain that he saw you smiling to yourself as you walked away.

After watching you for a moment, he had turned and began to walk as well, heading back towards his destination, though his thoughts had remained on you.

It was strange how one little interaction had stayed with him like that. How a single conversation about weather and flowers that hadn't even lasted five minutes replayed in his head for the entire rest of the day and only ended when he finally fell asleep that night, just to end up replaying in his head again the morning after.

He had accepted that the meeting between you two was fate the day after that and that the two of you were meant to be together. Why else would he be thinking of you so often? Why else would you have spoken with him like that? Why else had the elements themselves conspired to bring about a scenario where you were made to interact with one another?

It was the only explanation that made any sense.

Luck had been on his side when he remembered the flower shop he saw you walk out of – it was one that was under the troupe's protection, and for that reason, the owner had no choice but to allow Nobu to look through the shop's recent orders when he went in for a surprise 'visit'.

Luck was on his side again as it turned out you had called the shop to place the order for the spider lilies, giving them your name and phone number that they had yet to clear from their records.

It was incredibly easy to find you after that.

Back to the present, Nobu sighed to himself as he thought over what had happened after he'd found where you lived and how you'd become increasingly defensive every time he spoke with you. Maybe he'd come on too hard those other times. And now this, having no other option than to take you to the Nitery just to ensure your safety when you made it clear that you didn't want to go.

Nobunaga had no doubt that it would be a long, strenuous process for you, to accept your place as his darling and to learn to love him back, but even if that process took forever, you would give in.

You were meant to.

Several minutes had passed, and you still hadn't left the bathroom. He wasn't worried that you had managed to escape through there; that room had no windows, and the air vents were far too small for anyone to fit through.

Still, at a certain point he needed to make sure you were alright.

Getting up and standing before the closed door, he knocked on it gently as he called out your name.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

No answer.

His brows furrowed, and he took the knob in hand and turned it.

He found you in the shower, curled up in a corner of the stall and your head resting against your knees as you were fast asleep.

You must have been truly exhausted to have fallen asleep in such a place.

Nobunaga gingerly picked you up and carried you bridal style out of the bathroom. Though he had spent several hours with you in his arms, there was something about how you were so docile right now, not fighting against him and even pressing yourself further against him in your sleep. A shame that it was only because you weren't awake at the moment. But someday, he told himself, he would get to the point where you would long to be in his arms, where you would beg for his touch and for him to give you everything he had to give.

Not tonight. Or anytime soon.

But maybe in a matter of months he could get you to that point.

He placed you on his bed, putting the covers over you after. Tomorrow he'd have some of his lackeys accompany him to your old apartment and gather up some of your clothing and other items that you might miss. For tonight, though, you'd need to make due with sleeping in your clothes.

And what he'd need to make due with tonight was sleeping on the couch. As much as he wanted to go to sleep with you in his embrace, you'd be upset in the morning if that was what you woke up to.

Eventually he'd get to that point without you being disgusted with him, he told himself as he turned off the light of the bedroom, leaving you sleeping peacefully in the dark.

Now alone in the main area of his quarters, Nobunaga was about to turn off the lights and pass out on the couch – it was horribly late by now.

But just as he went to flick the light switch, he caught sight of the broken vase and flowers that still hadn't been cleaned up, and he sighed to himself again. Better to clean it up now so he wouldn't have the hassle of doing that the next day as well.

Pulling over a small trash bin, he began to collect the pieces of vase and tossed them in before going to the flowers. It felt like a shame to throw them away, especially since you liked them. Though it really was your fault for smacking them like you did.

Nobunaga looked at the flower he currently held; the stem was bent and some of the petals had fallen off.

Death, bad luck and abandonment, he remembered. Just a few of the meanings this flower had.

You'd met him when you were carrying a bouquet of these, and you saw the red spider lily again when you were brought to his room at the Nitery.

Maybe you were reconsidering how much you liked them and how much bad luck they had brought you so far.

That fleeting thought caught him off-guard, and he froze, broken flower still in hand.

…..

… Superstition was silly, he told himself as he continued with the clean up.

If anything, these flowers represented good luck for him, because if it hadn't been for you going to that flower shop on that day to collect them, he might not have found you.

It was pure chance and good luck that brought the two of you together, and while Nobunaga knew you didn't see it that way now, eventually you'd stop lying to yourself and admit that it was true: you were meant to be together.

But until that day came, he'd be patient with you and do whatever he could so you would understand that. Happiness for the two of you would come eventually when you gave in.

You were meant to, Nobunaga repeated to himself.

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If You Want to Be My Lova

Yelena Belova x PlusSize!FemReader

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

A/N: Though I identify R as plus size, I didn’t give her much description to leave it open to a broader range of readers who struggle with loving their bodies. (Pssst, you’re beautiful—I just know it’s true 🥺) | 3,912 Words

Warnings: Steve’s a fat shaming asshole, Body Image Insecurity. Alluded to/never specified eating disorder.

A/N 2.0: I personally detest Steve, but to be clear I don’t genuinely think he’d be like this, I just needed an antagonist.

Request

Steve watched from across the counter as you wandered into the kitchen, your water in one hand and your phone in the other as you perused the kitchen in search of breakfast. He'd seen the exact moment your eyes lit up when you saw the pink boxes on the counter.

An unnecessary wave of glee ran through him as he prepared to open his mouth and speak, "Are you sure you want to eat that Y/N? If you're serious about losing weight why not look into eating some rolled oats with berries?"

He was being vindictive, you'd grown used to it after you worked your magic and got Natasha to finally ask out Wanda, he's been visibly bitter over the situation ever since. The talking point of your weight was easy enough for him to cling to, he was in peak fitness, and it would only come off as a concerned friend trying to help you reach a "better" state of wellness.

What he failed to consider was Wanda was on her way into the kitchen as well, and she was able to see the exact moment your spirit broke. The light in your eyes faded fast, and the donut in your hand was gently set back into the box, she saw the way your lip wobbled, and your eyes filled with not only tears, but dread too.

——

It enraged her honestly, you were the sweetest person around these parts, and deserved to be treated with nothing less than love and respect.

Steve saw it too, the way you bit your lip and closed your eye's tight to try and reel your feelings in. Crying over it changes nothing...

He went to lift his mug of coffee to his lips as if he was accomplishing something amazing, his smile smug as ever when you turned away, but it fell fast when the steaming contents of his mug were sloshing over the edge of the glass in a way that could only be explained with magic.

He hissed as the drink scalded him through his thick cotton shirt, his chest on fire now, and in a dramatic manner he removed the stained shirt to reveal his toned abs, and ripped arms.

"Wanda, what the fuck was that for?" He called her out immediately, and so she entered the kitchen with a victorious smile, and red tinged fingertips. "Whatever do you mean Rogers?"

"I know what you did."

"Yeah, and I too know what you did," she glares menacingly in his direction while also setting a reassuring hand onto your shoulder, "I'd say the punishment fits the crime."

Steve glared right back, and you finally turned to see what must've occurred to cause this rift, you felt guilt gnawing at your gut, it wasn't a fair feeling, but yet you could feel it festering.

Wanda's fingers continued to spark in shades of a dangerous crimson as the burned man wasn't appearing to be backing down, and you didn't want to involve her any further. It felt sorta unfair for her to fight your battles for you. On account of her being your girlfriends future sister in law, and also because this entire moment was beyond mortifying for you.

To have your insecurities viciously thrown in your face in a public space like this, well it was rather juvenile, and so it made you feel like you were that same kid crying under the bleachers all those years ago when kids were being cruel.

The people pleaser in you won out alongside the embarrassed little one who still resided in your heart, so you took in a shaky breath before trying to calm the witch, "It's okay Wands."

You'd gently settled a hand over hers that still held tightly to your shoulder for comfort, the witch looked back at you, the sad smile you offered didn't calm her though, it only fueled her on. "It's not, especially not when he himself is only a byproduct of a steroidal experiment."

Steve's stance faltered ever so slightly, his ego now efficiently bruised. His mouth spluttered embarrassingly for a moment before he left the kitchen altogether in a grumbling huff.

"Tata Captain Hot Head," she flipped the man off, then turned back to you as you giggled.

"Hey dorogoy," you looked at her inquisitively, and she offered you one of the warmest smiles you'd ever seen, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, whatever you need Wands," she beamed, "I'm glad to hear you say that, can you get two plates for us? I'll take a maple bar, and you can pick that sprinkled one back up while I make us a fruit salad and some hot cocoa."

Wanda watched closely, there was a hesitation in your demeanor, as if you were now scared. You however nodded meekly, then began to shuffle around the space to do as she asked.

"Ooh, did I see donut holes too?"

"Yup," you confirmed, and then you watched from your place at the counter as six tiny balls of dough and sugar danced through the air until they landed evenly between your plates.

The two of you spoke about your weekly movie night tonight while picking at the food before you, you smiled when the witch said you got to pick, you settled on Hocus Pocus, and Wanda smiled when she saw your plate was empty.

Then Wanda watched your face fall as she described in detail how she'd prepared a couple of snack trays for the both of your girlfriends with the ravenous appetites. This was a normal conversation, but now that Steve threw you into this self deprecating headspace she could see you debating if you wanted to go anymore.

The pressure to eat another meal today was already crippling your soul, it felt wrong to even consider nourishing yourself after the way Steve haphazardly regarded your body. Seeing how fit he was didn't help either, it only made you feel like you truly didn't deserve to eat.

"Well, I have some errands to run Wands, but I'll see you tonight," you collected both of your plates, and left her behind with a side hug as you departed, but your thoughts were so loud all the witch was left to do was frown as she made her way to the gym to try and fix this.

—

Natasha slammed Yelena into the mat for what was like the tenth time in an hour, "Cyka."

"Just admit that I'm better, and we'll be done."

"Never, I am just distracted," Yelena groaned, "Something in my gut is deeply unpleasant."

"Yeah, you simply can't stomach losing," Nat laughed as she once again dodged her sisters fist with grace, but then she was groaning when Yelena's fist hit her in the gut, she was too distracted by the sight of her fast approaching angered lover to have stopped the attack.

"Ha! I win!" Yelena screeched, only to be met with a shove that knocked her on her ass, and to wind up on the receiving end of Natasha's incredulous expression, "One hit isn't a win!"

"Listen here cyka," Yelena angrily muttered while stepping up to her sister, "Listening," Natasha smirked and Yelena reared back.

"Enough! Both of you!" Wanda caught Yelena's fist with red wisps, "Save your anger for Steve."

The sisters looked to her within an instant, both wearing different degrees of confusion.

"What did he do now?" Natasha groaned, she was growing really tired of his petty antics.

"He made Y/N self conscious, she's not okay."

Yelena's entire body tensed, Wanda could feel her fighting against her magic, and as if the God's heard her prayer Steve entered the gym.

"Let me go," she lowly growled, and Wanda did so without a single concern for the man, she was actually thrilled for what was to come.

Steve was unknowingly preparing for a beating coming down here, he'd come here to fight away the thoughts of inadequacy Wanda placed in his mind with the punching bag, but instead he was on his knees clutching his manly hood.

"What the actual fuck?" he seethed, but when he met the fiery gaze of one Yelena Belova he knew not to even test the waters any further.

"YA vypotroshu tebya, kak rybu," she rasped through gritted teeth, her hand fisted in the mans hair, as she punched him square in the nose, then as she went to further beat him she felt Natasha's hands on her shoulder's pulling her back, "Idi k yeye sestre, ty yey nuzhen, my s nim spravimsya." Yelena looked to her with a scowl, but after a moment of reassuring eye contact she conceded, "Zastav' yego zaplatit'."

(I will gut you like a fish / Go to her sister, she needs you, we'll handle him. / Make him pay)

"You know Rogers, Y/N only ever gave me the confidence to ask Wanda out, it was always going to be her, and never going to be you," she pulled Wanda in by her waist for a bruising kiss to ensure he understood her honest words.

He pouted like a petulant child, Yelena's firm hold was replaced with Wanda's impenetrable magic, so he was forced to watch them kissing.

Natasha lowered her body until she was level with the pitiful man, she patted his cheek twice patronizingly then she spoke only to ruin him, "Because sure Rogers, you might have the fawned over physique, but that's really only superficial, at the end of the day you're nothing worth experiencing," she beamed as his eyes filled shallowly with tears, "Y/N is a light in this dark world Steve, and for you to treat her like she's less than because you feel you lost me because of her is so strange. It's also not true."

"Everyone knows you have the personality of a brick wall, and it's just not that appealing. At least Sam and Bucky are interesting enough," Wanda taunted the scowling man, "There's a reason you could only ever score a date with the niece of your almost lover," she gripped him by his chin, and stared coldly into his eyes, "You're a pathetic excuse for a man Steve."

"That's all there is to it," Nat concluded, then with a precise swing of her fist he was out cold.

Wanda knelt beside him, and Natasha watched as red wisps jolted through his temple, "Sweet nightmares, I hope you wake up devastated."

"God, I love you so much," Natasha groans as she pulls her lover in for a deep kiss, "Y/N's family Nat, and nobody fucks with my family."

"That she is, I just hope Yelena can fix this," Natasha frowns slightly, and Wanda meets her concerned expression with an equivalent sigh, "If anyone can, it's her." Wanda softly grabs her lovers hand, "But we can also do our part."

—

Yelena raced through the entire compound in search of you, in her frazzled state she had neglected the obvious solution of just asking Friday, but after stumbling onto the vacant floor of the compound she knew she found you.

Soft sobs came from the room that used to be yours before you moved into Yelena's room. Back when you were Tony's assistant who he deemed worthy of a room, and not yet her everything, because that's exactly what you are.

"Y/N?" She called out softly as to not scare you, "Moye solnyshko," she whispered the words as she entered your old room, her heart stuttered when she saw the broken glass of your mirror, and it nearly shattered when she saw some of your things had been brought down here.

"Y/N, detka, what's going on?" She reached out for you, but you pulled your hands away, she frowned upon seeing the cuts that littered your skin and the air of despondency in your glossy orbs, it had made her imagine Steve's body dangling over a tub of carnivorous crocodiles.

It's now on her to do list...

"Lena, you should just go," you whispered brokenly, voice cracking as well as both of your hearts as you verbalized the words you didn't mean, "I'll never be what you deserve, so go."

"So that's just it? I don't get a say in this?"

"You're so beautiful Yelena, you deserve a partner that matches or excels you, which would honestly be impossible, you're perfect."

"You do excel me Y/N," she whimpers, and this time when she goes to reach you she does so by straddling your body, and making sure you can see just how true her words are. "I've never had anything to call my own Y/N, but now I have you, and I wouldn't trade that for anything."

"But what if there's someone better along the way Yelena? It's easier if we break this off now, I couldn't cope if you left me in the future."

"Never," she promised, her lips deposited a peck to your tear stained lips, "There is nothing better for me than you detka, I've never been happier," she smiled warmly as she stared into your cloudy eyes, hers just as glossy as yours, "That's all because of you. Moya solnyshko—my sunshine; oh how you brighten my life."

Yelena watched the storms behind your eyes begin to settle, your once tense body melted into the mattress, and she took the moment as the perfect time to kiss you, to pour out just how much you meant to her into the gesture.

"Look at me Y/N," she remained soft as she sat you up, and pulled you into her lap without a moment of hesitation, her tone however held a seriousness to it, "You deserve to feel safe in your body, to be able to love yourself despite any societal norms that are like ugly lies."

"I try to love me Lena, b-but when people that look like Steve say what they do I can't help but worry that I'm not meant for your love, maybe I'm holding you back, or you're settling here."

"First of all, you are meant for me only," she held you far more tightly, a possessiveness falling over her at the thought of you being with someone else. "You move me forward detka, my life has only looked up with you at my side. Life is a box of chocolates with you."

A sweet giggle left you as Yelena paraphrased last week's movie to make her point.

"I'm not settling Y/N, if anything it's you who's settling," you instantly shook your head with a pout, and she smiled at you sadly, "I've done a lot of things wrong in this short lifetime Y/N."

"You didn't have a choice Lena," you growled, and she chuckled lightly, "I know, but I finally do, and you're the only thing I've done right."

A brief moment of silence fell over you both, Yelena's grip on you was firm, and loving, her lips pressed to your forehead, and when you quietly sniffled she figured you needed more.

"Fuck that dipshit in spandex," she grinned when you giggled softly, and her looming fears melted away when you rested your head over her heart, "He'll never know what it's like to be loved truly, because he doesn't understand that people don't care for that manufactured body of his when it's paired with a heart of stone."

"You though. You're not only beautiful to look at," she leaned back, giving you the once over for emphasis, but she truly did get distracted as she took you in, with her lip caught in between her teeth and a smile in her eyes she couldn't fake, "You've also got a heart of gold detka."

It was easy to believe when she looked at you like that, but you still had your reservations, and Yelena could see right through to that.

"I love you, for every last part of you," she readjusted you so that she could cup your cheek while her other hand held your hip, "Whatever you see as a flaw, I see it as you, and therefore it's perfect, because there's nothing flawed about you, you're a beauty worthy of marveling at, you're the perfect they say does not exist; this body of yours is my paradise."

Tears began to stream down your face, and in the past Yelena would freak out, worried that she said something wrong to upset you, but she's come to learn that tears can be joyful. That much she learned when she burst into them the first time you said you loved her, the sweet words dripped from your lips like honey.

"I-I love you Yelena," you blurted in a graceless blubbering manner, "I-I'm sorry for trying to leave you, I was just scared, but I promise you that I don't ever want to lose you, like ever."

"You never will," she purrs, her hand gently gripped you by the plush skin of your hips, "Because I'll never give you up for anything," she murmured against your lips before she slammed hers into yours passionately.

Her lips began to travel down your jaw, your breath hitched when she sucked lightly over the skin. "Lena, we have to go to movie night," you stuttered breathlessly. She groaned, "Do we have to? We can skip it tonight, on account of me wanting to love you until you believe it."

"I do," you whispered, "I believe you," with a genuine tone you brought a smile to her face.

"Then let's go moya lyubov'," Yelena lifted you up into her arms causing you to squeal at her show of strength, "I can walk just fine baby."

"I just didn't want to let you go just yet," she confessed while gently lowering you, and in return for her being so sweet you softly kissed her lips, "We'll be cuddling soon enough."

The two of you rode the elevator to your floor so you could drop off your things, and change into more comfortable clothes, but not until Yelena doctored up your injured hands, with a soft kiss to follow every bandaid she placed.

"Your boo-boos have been handled," she said with a bit of a pout, "I'll be back shortly," and with a soft kiss to your lips that lingered for a moment longer than need be she was gone.

Yelena left to shower off her day in the gym, and you unpacked your things before slipping into a pair of black sweats, with a worn down band t-shirt, and as you always did when feeling somewhat down, you slipped right into your girlfriends oversized army green hoodie.

You knew she bought it for you, but she wore it until it smelled enough like her to calm you... It's become your live in article for her missions.

Yelena's always been so incredibly sweet, you honestly can't believe you tried to end things. Her love has always fixed your problems, she never saw you as anything other than worthy of love, and affection; she was your soulmate.

"Well don't you look cuddly," she noted as she walked up from behind and grabbed your hand, "Can't wait to hold you close, it's cold"

"Cold?" She met your confusion with a sly smirk, then pulled you along wordlessly.

Once she pressed the button for the roof you understood her, excitement overran your body at the idea of a spooky movie under the light of the moon and the surrounding stars. That is until the doors opened to reveal a battered Steve with an ice pack on his bruised cheek, making you tense up, causing Yelena to look away from you and over at the unwelcome.

Before anyone could even mutter a word you got to bare witness to the brick house of a man wordlessly hobbling away after your much smaller girlfriend stepped towards him, and the smug smile that overtook your lovers face was rather priceless, "Lena, baby, you can't solve everything with brutal violence."

"Why not?" She pouted, and it was so innocent in appearance you'd never believe she was a highly skilled assassin in her younger days.

"Words can work too..."

"Yeah, he used words, we used our fists."

"We?"

"Yes, I broke his nose, and hopefully made him unable to reproduce. Wanda and Natasha did the rest to him, remind me to thank them."

"Goodness me, you three keep me on my toes."

Yelena grinned, then kissed you for the rest of the elevator ride. The ding signaled her to stop, and she stepped aside to let you exit first.

"Ta-da," Natasha cheered with jazz hands to draw your attention to the identical hanging day beds settled besides one another, with a table between with popcorn and candy atop.

Then you looked up to see the projector screen was adorned in purple and orange lights with smiling pumpkins after every few bulbs, the beds were littered with fluffy blankets, and there were outdoor heaters nearby for the anticipated maximum comfort level possible.

"I did nothing to help, but I promise I love you, witchy was just too nit-picky, I was safer on the sidelines," she said quietly while pulling you into her for a tight embrace, "I love you too."

"You'll be safer on the couch too if you keep it up," Wanda lightly threatened before taking you from her genuinely terrified lover, "I've prepped lots of food, make a plate honey."

"Where will she pick from if this weird plate is mine?" Yelena asked while holding an entire charcuterie board to her chest, her face never more genuinely serious than right now, and you stifled a laugh at the adorable sight, "Don't worry baby, feel free to enjoy your dinner."

Wanda looked to you scoldingly, worried you were using this as a get out of dinner card, but then you lifted your phone up to show her that it was okay, and you were fine. While Natasha and Yelena scavenged around with snacks, you and Wanda will share a pizza—like normal.

"What will you eat?" Yelena frowned, but you waved her off, "There's popcorn and candy."

Yelena held her plate out anyways, and you smiled while picking off a single cracker and a slice of cheese to top it off., "Thanks love."

"I will not be doing that," Natasha shared with her girlfriend who settled onto the bed beside her with an eye roll, "Oh, I was well aware."

—

When the expected ding of the elevator interrupted the undergoing movie night you smirked over at the witch who had left their outside daybed to collect the pizza, and with a soft kiss to your girlfriends parted lips, and with a careful transferring of a pillow in your place you joined Wanda on the porch swing.

"Every time," you remarked playfully, "Without fail," Wanda added while waving her pizza around for emphasis, "They're total chumps."

"But we love them anyways," you softly added, and Wanda snuggled into your side with a warm smile, "That we do," she whispered, then she hugged onto your arm tight, silently letting you know that she loved you too, and in turn you laid your head over hers on your shoulder as the both of you continued to watch the film.

"I'm sorry Emily; I had to wait 300 years for a virgin to light a candle."

"It was probably Steve..." Wanda nudged your side, and you cackled softly, "Knock it off."

——

[robinsno1lesbian]

Beth beth beth imagine neighbor!robin (pre them getting together) finding readers diary like somewhere in their house (or maybe reader slept over at robins and left it there) and being like “oh😏😏” and she reads a very detailed fantasy of readers about her….-🍓

older!neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1746

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), robin reading through your diary without your permission, explicit drawings, face riding, (mutual?) masturbation, not proofread as always

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this has been in my inbox for way too long, my apologies for that ml!! <3 i hope this makes up hehe

robin knows how wrong this is. but how could she ever stop herself? how could she, when the sweet little notebook is right there, forgotten beneath her desk? how could she, when the swirled letters of your name look all so inviting on the very first page? she runs her index over each curve of the shape of your name, exhaling softly. she can feel the places where you must've applied more pressure with the pen, leaving it imprinted on the paper. robin knows how wrong this is, and she still can't help herself. ever since she moved in, she had an eye on you. so it delighted her to figure out that you wanted her too.

now she wants to know more. robin has seen you with that notebook many times, always writing little somethings in it when you think no one is looking. yet she always is. part of her has waited for you to forget it so that she could get a glance inside, though she never actually expected that to happen. until the moment she saw it beneath the table. you must have dropped it on your way out the last time you had been at her house, robin concludes. at first, she put it on top of her notes and books on the table. "i'm gonna return it tomorrow" is what she told herself. "now it's too late for that anyway" but she didn't return it the next day. or the day after that. it has now been 5 days of you, desperately searching for your diary, while robin eyes it whenever she walks past her table. the night of the 5th day is when she can't keep her hands to herself anymore. it's a particularly hot night, the temperatures hardly dropping even after the sun has set. that must be why robin can't sleep, she reasons. definitely not because of the book that's still sitting on her table. she tosses and turns, already stripped out of everything but her boxers due to the heat. it still seems too hot somehow. robin moans in annoyance and wipes her bags away from her sweaty forehead. that's when her gaze falls upon the diary.

it seems even more tempting like this, in the pale moonlight. fuck it, she thinks, might as well...

she throws her legs over the edge of the bed and walks over to the desk, but reaches for the water bottle first. she takes a couple of gulps from the lukewarm water, her eyes never leaving the object of her desire. robin splashes some of the water against her face too, as if this would help her think this over again. but the decision is made. it has been made the moment she found it. with a grin, she grabs it and jumps back onto the bed. the whole diary seems to have the scent of your sweet perfume on it and she inhales deeply. the first couple of pages don't catch her attention. of course they're sweet, and reading through your description of your days makes her heart flutter, but it is not quite what she had hoped for. after some more flipping through it, something does tach her attention. the date gives way that you must've written it shortly after she moved in next door which makes it even more interesting. a smile creeps up robin's face as her eyes flicker over the words. the way you described your reaction to seeing her in that muscle shirt. "i have never felt this way before", you wrote in dark blue ink. "i didn't even...think it was possible to feel this way for another woman." those lines are followed by an in-depth description of robin's body, of her muscles, and the way they glistened under the sun. she can't help herself but chuckle at the little sexuality crisis she has given you before going to the next page, dated just a couple of days after the other one. her eyes widen when she spots drawings of her body all over the paper. you must have drawn her while she was doing work in her garden, without catching her attention. she tries to imagine your sweet face all scrunched up in concentration while watching her from your window, capturing each movement of hers in your little notebook. robin shifts on her sheets as she examines the pages, your drawing varying from little sketches up to detailed drawings. there are some of her upper body and some that just show her hands in a variety of different positions. robin lets her index wander over the precise lines and exhales shakily. you have captured her to a point that mesmerizes your unknowing muse. she wonders what had been on your mind while you watched her. she wonders if you already knew that you wanted her to fuck you at that time. she grins to herself as she continues flipping through it. as she goes on, she comes across more explicit, more vulgar phrases and even whole pages. it seems to her, that you figured out your sexuality throughout the pages of this very diary that she is holding now. the written words, as well as the drawings, become much more intimate than they are in their beginning. one particular page catches her attention. robin inhales sharply at the detailed fantasy that fills the entire two pages that follow. "holy shit" she breathes, while she reads about all the different ways you want her to fuck you. she wonders what happened that caused this 180-degree turn of your demeanor. but she doesn't really need to know. not when she has this. when she has the words on paper, a bit smeared every now and then and obviously written with a shaky hand, but proof of your want. it's rather harmless at first, a sweet description of lips on lips and tongues in each other's mouths. and suddenly it's so much more.

suddenly it's hands wandering and exploring, mostly on robin's end really. suddenly it's her head between your thighs and her tongue buried inside you. it's her hands on your thigh and it's the way you describe you want for her. and it doesn't end there. it's her fingers between your shaking legs, it's her palms grounding you down while you sit on her face, hips rolling eagerly. robin is taken aback entirely but she can't stop herself now. she also can't stop her own hand from sneaking into her boxers while she reads your dirty words. she exhales long and audibly when she feels her arousal on her fingers, wanting nothing more than for you to suffocate her by sitting on her face like you described in your diary. robin really can't stop herself anymore when her index moves down to her entrance, where the wetness is pooling, only waiting for her to do something about it. she takes another breath and her eyelids flutter shut as she lets her imagination wander. and all she can think about is you... ⋆

'fuck' your cry of pleasure sends a wave of heat straight down to her own center. 'fuck robin i need you' you try to hold your moans in but they come out anyway, louder and louder the more she's touching you. but, god, your moans are like fuel to the fire that's already burning within her. it makes her want you even more. she growls and spins you around so that she is no longer just eating you out. she is, of course, still lapping between your thighs, taking in each and every drop of arousal that you hold within you. but it's much more than just that now. your eyes are wide in surprise, which only spurs robin on to fuck her tongue deeper between your wet folds. you grab the headboard that is right in front of you now and shily grind your hips down into her mouth.

'oh- oh god-' the bed creaks underneath the weight of both of your bodies and the friction from your rocking hips. this, you quickly decide, is paradise. "just like that" robin mumbles and you wonder how she can even get the words out like that. but you don't care as long as she keeps praising you for what you're doing. and of course, she does so much more than that. her palms quickly find your ass and pull your whole weight down onto her mouth. your hand comes flying to cover up the obscene noise that this gesture draws from your lips and all of this while you can feel your orgasm fast approaching in your lower abdomen. 'fuck robin I'm gonna- I'm gonna-' your words are like heaven to her and she chuckles up into your cunt while mustering somewhat of a nod. 'cum for me pretty girl- fuck- cum for me' ⋆

you don't know what has interrupted your sleep. one second you're peacefully asleep, and the next your eyes fly open and consciousness creeps through you. the heat in your room is all-consuming and your sweat-soaked blanket feels heavy upon your body.

you groan audibly before you throw it aside and give the clock on your bedside table a quick glance: 03.30am. you move through your room and push the curtains aside to let some fresh air in. just when you're about to go back to bed, you notice the light that is on in the room across the street. robin's room. but not just that. the scene in front of your eyes seems like one straight out of a fantasy of yours and you actually pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming. the woman is spread out on her bed, legs bent at the knees. she's in nothing but her boxers, the heat must've made her do it. but that's all irrelevant, nothing but white noise to what has actually gotten your attention: one of her hands is buried between her legs, her hips rolling against it at a rapid pace. her others, whatsoever, holds an object that you've been searching for desperately for the past 5 days. your jaw practically drops at the way she is fucking herself to the words you have written on the paper. you want to be embarrassed, you really do, but how could you when this is what they do to her. "oh my god" you whisper. hidden by the darkness of your surroundings, you move your own hand into your shorts to copy her movements, eyes rolling back almost immediately.

[alcottsangel]

Rotten Chapter 4 {Steve Harrington x fem!reader}

Masterlist | Soundtrack

Summary: Eddie and Steve decide to get Jason Carver what he deserves, but as they arrive so does Hopper.

Warnings: Rape!!, cursing, blood, hospital, mentions of rape-kit, medical treatment, physical violence and police investigations.

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Donna told Y/n that they would keep her in the hospital until the evening. It was almost six in the morning by the time the procedure was over, and she felt incredibly drained.

She wasn't sure if any of her friends were still there. She wouldn't blame them if not, because they must've waited for hours and must be tired too.

Donna brought her to the room she was meant to stay in a wheelchair, and luckily the other bed was empty. "The hospital isn't busy." The older woman had explained, before making the bed for Y/n.

"Can I take a shower?" The girl asked, fidgeting with her hands while she waited in the wheelchair.

Donna looked pitiful, only glancing at her briefly before turning to shake up the pillow.

"I can help you to shower. You have to be careful with the stitches, and the water will probably burn." The nurse finally moved to open the door to the bathroom, but she went in without Y/n to prepare something.

"I can walk." The young girl noted silently, as she stood up to look out of the window. Eddies van was parked on a different spot, and the car of Nancys mom stood on the parking space too. She tilted her head from left to right. There was no police car, luckily.

There was a knock on the door, and Y/n flinched. She calmed down again, as she saw that it was the nurse without a name. "Your friends dropped off a bag with clothes for you." She held up a gym back that was most certainly not Y/n's.

Once she had dropped off the bag on the spare back, she left again. Y/n walked to it, opening the zipper and seeing some of her clothes thrown into it. She figured that Eddie used the spare key of her flat to get it.

"I prepared the bathtub, if you still want to shower." Donna carefully approached Y/n. As the young girl turned around, she noticed that the older woman was a bit smaller than her. She wore her kind smile again, but she looked tired and Y/n didn't envy her for her job.

She walked ahead into the bathroom. The tiles had an ugly turquoise tone, and there was a towel hanging over the mirror. Y/n didn't ask Donna why, but she was still confused.

She only realised that she wasn't meant to see her bruises, by the time she was out of the bathroom again.

"Once you're all cleaned up, I can ask your friends to come see you. Chief Hopper also came to talk to you. He will surely be back soon."

Y/n nodded, as she started to undress.

The moment the water fell onto her shoulders, she felt a bit more relieved.

As Steve, Eddie and Robin stumbled out of the hospital it was still the middle of the night. While they walked over to Eddies van, the metalhead hesitated. "We should get her some clothes, right? I mean, she can't wear the old ones." He thought out loud.

They stood around the car awkwardly for a second, before they all got in. "We could stop by her place, after we find Jason." Robin shrugged from the backseat. "I have a spare key." Eddie told her, and with that the decision was made.

It wasn't difficult to figure out where Jason Carver lived, because apparently Steve had been at one or two of his parties.

It was still dark when they arrived, and luckily his car was the only one in the driveway. They had hoped his parents were out of town, which was likely, because he had been hosting a party the evening before.

"Wait here." Steve told Robin, as he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the van with Eddie. "Hell I will!" The blonde woman exclaimed, as she followed the boys to the front door.

Steve rang the doorbell twice, and Eddie knocked loudly for three minutes until the door opened.

"What the fuck man." Jasons sleep drunken voice muttered, but before he had any time to react,

Steve landed the first punch.

"You're a disgusting pig!" Eddie snapped and swung at Jason, a wild roundhouse punch that brought the blonde boy to the ground. "Go to hell!" Said Steve, and drove his fist deep into Jasons gut. His next hit was aimed at his face again, bruising his knuckles on the jocks high cheekbones. Then Eddie kicked him in the stomach, and Jason moaned in pain.

They heard another car pull up, and as Robin stopped her cheering and turned around, she saw Hopper leaning against his police car. "Shit." She whispered, but Hopper seemed to have no intentions to stop Eddie and Steve.

He watched them for a minute or two, then Steve kicked Jason again. "That's enough." Jim said, and walked up to them. Jason layed on the ground in his doorframe, he cried like a little boy that lost his mother at the funfair. His face was bruised, and undoubtedly so was the rest of his body.

The chief pulled him up roughly, a firm grip on the blonde boys arm. "Jason Carver, you're under investigation for rape. You have the right to remain silent and to refuse to answer questions.

Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without an attorney present, you will still have the right to stop answering at any time until you talk to an attorney."

Hopper dragged Jason to his car, the boy was far too shocked to react properly, as Jim opened the door to the backseat and forced Jason inside.

He locked the car, and walked up to the crew as they closed Jasons front door. "I will drive him to the station and have someone interrogate him. A team will check out his car for evidence. I will question Y/n in the hospital." He explained. He observed the three, looked at Steve and Eddies bloody knuckles and they're apologetic glances.

"Quit the 'sorry' act, neither of you feels bad for beating the kid up." The older man grumbled. Then he lowered his tone. "I wouldn't be sorry either. He will probably try to press charges, but I assure you that won't get far." He sighed.

"Thanks Hop'." Steve smiled. "We're grabbing some things from her place, them we'll come to the hospital too. We want to be there when they're done." The chief nodded in agreement. "See you then." He said, before walking to his car where Jason still cried in the backseat and drove off.

They stopped by Y/n's place like they said they would. Eddie took a bag from the trunk before they walked up the stairs. Steve had never been there before, and he followed the metalhead who unlocked the front door and walked up the stairs to her flat. Her place was decorated charmingly and represented her character perfectly. It wasn't big, but it had everything she needed. There were posters of her favourite artists on one wall, and she had a nice collection of tapes in a shelve in the living room.

Eddie showed Robin where the bedroom was, and the blonde woman packed some clothes into the bag. While Steve looked around taking random objects in his hands, twisting them around figuring out what it was, Eddie started to collect a few books from a shelve.

"She won't stay in the hospital long enough to read them all. And we won't leave her much time for that anyways." Steve chuckled, and the long haired man shrugged. "Better safe than sorry."

Teenage girls owned weird stuff, he thought. Some technical devices he had never seen and many magazines with impossibly well chested women on the covers. She also owned around twenty different bottles of nail polish, though he couldn't see a big difference between most colours.

Once Robin was done, they got out, locked her door and drove to the hospital again.

As they arrived they saw the car of Mrs. Wheeler, but beside Nancy, who sat in her the same seat she did as they left, now asleep, the waiting room was empty. She had changed her clothes though, instead of the dress she had put on for the party, she now wore jeans and a sweatshirt.

Robin shook the brunette girl harshly (she really tried to be careful), until she woke up. She breathed in deeply once, then she looked around disorientated. As she understood where she was, and why she was there, all the anger washed over her again.

"Were you at Jasons?" She asked concerned, as she stood up and stretched her body.

"We arrived shortly before Hopper did." Robin answered, as her feet carried her to the vending machine again. She only had a few cents left and it wasn't enough to buy anything.

"We still got to beat the shit out of him." Eddie announced proudly, but Nancy just scoffed in disapproval. "I walked home and took a shower. I grabbed some snacks." As the metalhead grabbed the bag Nancy had brought with her, she gave him a claps on the hand and he let go of it again.

"They're not for you!" The brunette girl moved the rucksack to her other side, so Eddie couldn't reach it again.

"What's in the gym bag?" She then nodded towards the bag that Steve still held. "Eddie had a key to her place, so we collected some of Y/n's clothes."

"I'll drop it off at the reception, then they can bring it to Y/n's room." Nancy offered, before Steve handed her the bag and she did exactly that.

As Nancy returned, Hopper walked through the door again. He smiled softly, and it gave them all a bit hope.

"Good Morning!" He exclaimed. "I have news. They investigated Carvers car. There was a bloodstain on the backseat, and they found h/c hair and painted nails. She must've broken them off when she fought him. That's incredible evidence. I'm sure together with your and her testimonies and the Vitullo Kit we can get him behind bars."

It was, as if a big weight fell off all their shoulders. Jason needed to be locked up for what he did, he needed to face consequences. It wouldn't be easy just because they had proof, because it was Hawkins and people would still doubt Y/n, but it was something.

Then Jim threw Steve a plastic bag, and as the brunette man looked inside, he saw a pack of donuts. "Breakfast." Hopper announced.

Y/n showered for an hour, Donna not ever leaving her alone. Once she was done, she picked out some clothes from the bag the other brought her.

The moment she was laying in the uncomfortable hospital bed, the nameless nurse knocked again to see if they were finished.

"Chief Hopper is here." She declared. "Is it okay, if I send him up?" Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, but then she nodded. She's been through so much already, she could take this too.

"Can me friends be with me?" She then asked, and the nameless nurse smiled at her before she nodded.

They left her alone, and Y/n realised it was the first time she was all by herself since the crew had picked her up. She cried, she couldn't help it, but as it knocked again she brushed the tears away. Then Jim Hopper poked his head into her room.

His look is soft, pitying, slightly guilty even, taking in her appearance, how bruised she was. This is all it takes for her to burst into tears again, in less than a second, he's made his way to her bed and hugs her warmly.

He is warm and big and hugs her like every good father hugs his child, and she's thankful he's there. Behind him Robin, Eddie, Steve and Nancy trail into the room, the girls sitting down on the spare bed. The brunette metalhead took the two chairs from the corner of the room and offered one to Hopper, sitting down on the other himself.

Steve carefully sinks down onto the edge of the bed, reassuringly taking her hand and squeezing it, as Hopper clears his throat and begins to talk.

"Tell me what happened. Stop whenever you need to."

What do you want to read next, beside Hopper and Y/n talking of course?

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Okay so like fair warning- I've never seen a single Terrifier movie. Literally all I know is that he just kinda lurks at random stores/restaurants?? Maybe Reader, who works at a convenience store, recognizes him as a regular and asks him out? He's a silly, freaky looking dude. Maybe Reader is into that

I apologize if this is messy

You said you had no ideas and I wanted to help a lil

a/n: i've seen both terrifier movies and i'm still traumatised because art is a fucking psycho lol. but thank you so much for the idea i can't believe something like that never even crossed my mind so thank you <3

pairing: art x gn!reader

warnings: none

This was the third time this week. You struggled to contain your grin as you looked over to the clown standing behind the customer you were serving.

He'd been coming in several times over the weeks, only ever approaching the counter when you were serving. Although it was very unlikely anybody else would serve him anyway, considering he was a little creepy.

He'd meander around the store, stopping to inspect each shelf he passed, before giving an exaggerated shrug and moving on.

And then fifteen minutes later, he'd waltz up to the counter with the most random item in his hand.

You initially thought it must've been some kind of joke. He was literally dressed as a clown, it had to have been. But when he continued to come in, repeating the same thing everytime, it became apparent to you that it just couldn't have been a joke. Surely.

Once you were done serving the person in front of him, you released a small sigh as he shuffled up to the counter, this time only placing a bottle of water down in front of you, much to your surprise.

"You know it's not Halloween, right?" You asked him, not expecting a vocal response. From what you could tell, he didn't speak.

He just looked at you, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Alright, that'll be $1.50." You told him, earning another exaggerated facial expression that resembled shock.

To say he was rather odd, you did find him to be quite amusing. You watched in silence as he bent down to rummage through the black garbage bag he'd been carrying, eventually coming back up to place a handful of crumpled up money on the counter.

"So you got a name?" You asked as you put the money in the cash register, retreiving his change.

Again, he didn't speak, but he pulled out a small piece of paper, taking one of the pens from the side of the counter. And you watched as he messily scribbled something down on the paper, turning it in your direction.

"Art." You read out, nodding at the name. "Art The Clown."

A wide grin spread across his face as he nodded in confirmation.

"So, Art The Clown." You started, leaning over the counter slightly. "You wanna go out with me sometime?"

He stood there sort of frozen for a moment then, his eyes going wide and his mouth hanging open. Probably a minute passed before he moved, his fingers coming up to rub his chin as if in thought, before he finally gave you a small nod, a huge smile breaking across his face.

"Great." You smiled back, handing him his water. "I'd ask for a number, but I'm assuming you'll be back later this week so maybe we could set something up then?"

He nodded again before offering you a small wave as he made his way out of the store, leaving you with the knowledge that you'd just asked out a clown.

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Good to You - Part 2

Characters: Idol Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Maid AU, fluff, smut

Warnings for this chapter: drugs kinda?

WC: 6.5k

Tag list: @scentlacigarette

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Baekhyun was a singer. Even if you’d known nothing of him and his work, you would’ve found this out regardless, because the man was always singing. Baekhyun was many things, but he was not a quiet person by any means. Which is why when he was silent for a whole day, you knew something was wrong. He had been home all day, but the only thing you heard was the sound of his TV through his bedroom door. 

You weren’t sure if it was really your place to say anything, but by now you cared for him too much not to worry. So, at the end of your shift, you knocked lightly on his bedroom door until you heard a quiet ‘come in.’ 

Baekhyun was sitting in bed, red nosed, with a box of tissues on his lap and a bottle of pain reliever on his nightstand. 

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay, you’ve been so quiet all day.” You spoke softly, taking in the image of the man before you. 

He smiled, realizing how much he liked the idea of you worrying about him. How cute. 

“I’m okay, it’s just a cold. Are you done for the day?” He asked, and you nodded. 

“Are you sure there isn’t anything you want me to grab for you before I go? A glass of water? Some tea?” 

He chuckled and shook his head, “I’m fine, thank you though.” You nodded again and gave him a smile and you were about to close the door when you saw him start to get up out of bed, and you almost had the door shut when you heard a loud thud. When you opened it again to see what had happened, you saw Baekhyun groaning, laying at the side of his bed, slowly starting to sit himself up. 

He said he was fine but if he passed out just from standing up, he definitely was not, at least in your eyes. You rushed over to help him back into bed. 

“Oh my god are you okay?” 

He was rubbing the side of his head with his eyes squeezed shut. He must've hit it on something when he passed out. 

“Fuck..” He mumbled, trying to get a grip and come back to his senses although his vision was still blurry and his head was still pounding. 

You were crouched down next to him but you quickly realized that you had no idea what to do and the idea of helping him up or touching him in any way really was too intimidating. You’d never gotten that close before and you weren’t sure if that was appropriate. 

He was still trying to reorient himself and when he finally realized that you were right next to him, wide eyed, trying to help him up, he couldn’t help but let out a disappointed groan. He was embarrassed. The last thing he wanted was for you to see him like this. 

“Are you okay?” You asked him again, now that his eyes were open and he seemed a bit more aware of his surroundings. 

He nodded and you felt his hand on your shoulder, and you helped him get back up and into bed. You could tell how embarrassed he still was. You didn’t want to make matters even more uncomfortable for him so you quickly excused yourself. 

“I’m going to grab you some tea and something to eat.” You said before heading to the kitchen.

You made some tea and heated up some soup and soon you were knocking on the door to his room again.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly as you sat the tray with the food down on the bed next to him. He looked so tired and defeated, you could only think about how badly you wanted to help him feel better. 

“No need to apologize, everyone gets sick sometimes. Just don’t strain yourself too much, alright?” 

“I have 14 hours of back to back schedules tomorrow.” He sighed. 

“What? Are you serious? Can’t you call in sick or something?” You asked, slightly shocked, as you sat down on the edge of his bed. 

“That’s not really how that works unfortunately. I’ve had to deal with this a few times before and it sucks, but I’ll live.” 

“Do you get sick a lot?” 

“Yeah, kind of. But I’m a big boy, I can handle myself. No need to worry about me, I hate when people pity me like that.” 

You frowned. “It’s okay to take a break and let people help you. Especially when you’re sick.” 

He sighed. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm okay, really. Just go home and get some rest.” 

It felt wrong to leave him there like that, but you didn’t want to overstay your welcome either. 

“You're sure you don’t need anything else?” 

He nodded and you supposed you did all you could and went home. You just hoped he would be okay at work the next day. 

It wasn’t that Baekhyun didn’t want you to stay or didn’t want your help, he just felt bad asking you to stay so long. It was already late in the evening, and you had your own life. He didn’t want to keep you from that. 

Some time had passed and he was starting to feel thirsty, and he needed water anyway if he was going to take some medicine to help him sleep. His whole body ached and he knew it would be a struggle even just getting to the kitchen and back, but he wanted to get it over with. He moved slowly, trying not to overexert himself, but as soon as he started to stand up his vision started to go black again so he quickly sat back down. He hadn’t felt this terrible in ages and the more he thought about the day he was going to have to have tomorrow, the more he regretted sending you home. It felt selfish to ask you to come back, but he didn’t know what else to do and was only feeling worse as the evening drew on. 

You had gotten comfortable on your couch when your phone lit up and you saw a text from him. 

“You were right. I feel like absolute shit, I can’t even get out of bed. I’ll pay double if you can stay here for the next few days until I’m back to normal. I’m really sorry.”

You smiled at the message, and got up to grab some of your belongings before heading back to his apartment. It was going to be a long night, but you were just glad he was accepting some kind of help.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m on my way.”  

On the way over you grabbed some medicine and when you arrived you made some more tea for him to take it with. 

He looked like hell. You weren’t surprised that he called for you back with the state he was in. When you brought him his tea he was shivering, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and all the color in his face was gone. 

“I’m sorry again, and thank you so much.” He said as he held the warm mug, enjoying how it heated up his cold hands. 

“Are you cold?” You asked. 

He nodded, so you went to grab some more blankets from the living room and gently laid them over him. 

“You really don’t have to thank me, or feel bad. Just get some rest okay? If you need anything you can text me.” 

He nodded weakly and with that you left the room. 

It felt odd sleeping in his spare bedroom that first night. The bed was much bigger than yours at home, and the sheets were softer. You liked how the sheets smelled like him since they’d been washed with the same detergent he used. It was unbelievably cozy, but unfortunately you still wouldn’t be getting much sleep. Now that he knew you were there and he’d finally let himself accept your help, he was texting you every couple hours for something. First he got too hot, then too cold, then he was thirsty, and so on. But you didn’t mind. You were just glad you could be there for him. 

The next day you kept yourself busy getting groceries and preparing food for the upcoming week. You weren’t usually there that much so you weren’t sure what to do but you still wanted to make yourself useful somehow. All day you hoped that Baekhyun was doing alright. But based on how the night before had gone, you weren’t optimistic. Having to work such long hours when you're that sick just seemed awful. 

You had passed out watching a drama when you heard the front door open, waking you up. You got up and shimmied into some sweatpants to go check on him but by the time you made it to the living room he was already asleep on the couch, still fully dressed and made up from what you assumed must’ve been a photoshoot. He had probably been too tired to even bother making it to his room. 

You knew he would regret it in the morning if he slept with all that makeup still on, so you went to the bathroom to find a makeup wipe. When you returned you got to work wiping the makeup off his face. As the makeup came off you were greeted with the same pale, tired face from the night before, yet you still found him beautiful. He was just a gorgeous man, and no sickness could ever hide that. You wished he could get a break, to rest and heal. He was overexerting himself so much and as someone who really cared for him, it hurt to see.  

His sleeping face looked so peaceful and content, you felt relieved that he was finally able to rest. You might’ve been enjoying yourself too much, grinning at how lovely his cheeks felt under your hands. Everything about him just seemed so soft and beautiful and welcoming, you felt obsessed. 

The more you found yourself taking care of him the more you felt the pangs in your heart at how much you liked him. How was it possible for anyone to be around him regularly and not fall in love? Somehow he seemed to be completely without flaws, aside from how reluctant he was to accept help from others or take a break for a while.  

You also didn’t understand how it was possible for him not to have some beautiful wife or girlfriend. During your time working for him he’d never mentioned a girlfriend, and you never found anything that would suggest anyone staying over. He had to have a long line of women, just from his day to day life that would love to have him but he didn’t seem to even entertain the idea for some reason. 

It wasn’t that you thought all idols were assholes, you just assumed that with how many women basically worshiped men like him that many would take advantage of it and sleep around, often treating the girls very poorly in the process. You’d had some unpleasant breakups yourself that left you guarded and skeptical of men who seemed too good to be true. At first you’d been skeptical of Baekhyun too, but eventually you realized that you really had no reason to doubt his sincerity. You were in his home all the time, yet you had never seen or experienced anything that would suggest he had something to hide. He was just a genuinely good person and it was almost confusing to you.  

You weren’t sure if this was even okay, to be wiping the makeup off his sleeping face, but for some reason you didn’t care. You knew that he wouldn’t be angry with you for it. Such a thing was difficult to even imagine. He never seemed to get angry really, or at least if he did he did a very good job of keeping it to himself. You shuddered at the thought of him ever getting mad and yelling at you. You hoped you’d never have to experience that. 

Once you’d done your best to get the makeup off his face you let him be, setting a glass of water on the coffee table for him when he woke up. You went back to the guest room and quickly dozed off as well.

You woke up to your phone buzzing, and when you picked it up to check you saw a text from Baekhyun. He must’ve woken up at some point and gone to his room. He was hungry. 

It was 3 in the morning but you still found yourself getting up and heating up some food for him. When you knocked on his door and let yourself into his room you were greeted by a big goofy smile and a small squeal of excitement. He must be doing better then, you thought, as you set his food down in front of him. You also couldn’t help but be extremely aware of how very shirtless he was.

“Y/n,” He drew it out, before stopping to let out a giggle. “ Thank youuu.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at his silly antics. “You seem to be doing better.” 

He nodded. “Chanyeollie made me go to a doctor and I got medicine and now everything feels so nice and warm and cozy.” 

“Ahh,” You responded, quickly realizing that it was his medicine making him like this. “Well, is there anything else you need?” 

He pouted at your words. “You’re leaving?” 

“Baekhyun, it’s three in the morning.” 

“But I’m lonely.” He complained, giving you his best puppy eyes, and you knew you were fucked. “Stay, please?” 

You knew this was a terrible idea but you couldn’t say no to him when he asked you so sweetly. You sighed, and closed the door behind you standing awkwardly at the other end of his bedroom. There wasn’t really any furniture other than his bed, but the idea of sitting next to him there made you blush. What on earth was he thinking asking you to stay with him there? 

“Come hereee.” He whined again, doing grabby hands at you, and reluctantly you sat down on the opposite end of the bed. He picked up the TV remote and put on a movie and you sat there and watched it with him while he ate. When he was finished he put the empty plate aside and before you could protest he was cuddling up next to you, resting his head on your lap and wrapping his arms around you. 

“Thank you for everything. I really love having you here. You take such good care of me.” 

You stayed frozen, not sure what to do or say. Baekhyun was not supposed to be touching you this much, and his words also felt too intimate. He was playing a dangerous game, acting like this towards you when you already had such strong feelings for him. You so badly wanted to reciprocate it all but you knew that wasn’t right either. He was your boss, and he was only acting this way because his medicine was making him loopy. 

You thought about moving away or even leaving the room all together but when you looked down at him he looked so peaceful and happy that you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You wondered how long it had been since he’d been held like this, but with how tightly he kept his arms around your waist and the look of content clear on his face, it must’ve been a while. So you stayed there like that, letting him do as he pleased, and you even let yourself enjoy the feeling a little. Of course it was only because of the medicine, but you still cherished the feeling of holding him close. 

He shifted and you let out a surprised gasp when his cold hands pushed under your shirt, resting over the bare skin of your waist as his hold around you tightened. 

“You’re so warm.” He mumbled, eyes still shut with a lopsided smile on his lips. “And soft…” His hands were moving on your waist now, and you felt your whole body burning with embarrassment as he kept running his hands along your bare skin. 

His eyes opened and they found yours and he was once again wearing a silly looking smile, eyes tired and heavy as he kept looking at you. 

“And pretty.” 

Somehow you managed to blush even harder than you already were. Byun Baekhyun had just called you pretty. Of course you didn’t think you were terrible looking or anything, you thought you were okay, but to hear him of all people tell you that you looked pretty had your chest tightening and heart racing.

When you woke up the next morning you were afraid to go check on him. You didn’t know if you had it in you to repeat everything from last night. Your thoughts had kept you up nearly all night, even after Baekhyun had fallen asleep and you went back to the other room. But you knew that he was still sick and still needed your aid, so you dragged yourself up out of bed and knocked lightly on his door. 

When he invited you in he wasn’t smiling like he had been the night before, and his face was once again void of any color. The medicine must’ve worn off, and he was back to being his usual self, although he also seemed to be quite weak again. 

“How are you feeling?” You asked. 

“Tired.” He replied. “That medicine Chanyeol’s doctor gave me messed me up. I hardly even remember how I got to bed after taking it.” 

“You don’t remember any of last night?” 

“I just know I woke up on the couch and then went to the bathroom to wash up and take that medicine, and then everything went black.”

“Oh..” 

He didn’t remember any of it. He must’ve been so high off whatever those pills were that he had no idea what he’d been saying or doing. You suddenly felt gross for how much you’d let him touch you when he obviously didn’t mean any of it. 

Of course he didn’t mean it. Of course he didn’t actually find you attractive. He was so far out of reach, you cursed yourself for even letting yourself get caught up in such a silly fantasy. 

“Thank you by the way.” 

“Huh? For what?” You asked. 

“For taking my makeup off for me after I fell asleep out there, I hate falling asleep with all that stuff still on my face, it always feels so gross to wake up to later.” 

“Oh, it’s no problem.” You felt yourself blushing again. “You really don’t remember anything from last night?”

“Just taking that medicine and going back to my room, I guess I probably fell asleep. Did anything happen?” 

“No, nothing happened.” You replied. “Just wondering.”

That day, to your relief, Baekhyun didn’t have quite as busy a schedule. He took his medicine again before getting picked up to leave for work and you wondered how he would be able to function on that stuff, but at least it seemed to ease his pain. 

You spent most of the day on random mundane chores, but you didn’t mind, you actually found this part of the job to be relaxing. You could just put on some music or a podcast and tune everything else out. It was almost therapeutic. 

You were surprised when you heard the door open in the middle of the afternoon. He wasn’t supposed to be done with work until later in the evening. You walked out into the living room to see what was going on and saw Baekhyun standing in the doorway with his arm around another, taller man's shoulders. He looked familiar. He must’ve been another member of the group. 

He was giving you a bit of an odd look and you wondered if Baekhyun had told anyone that he’d hired you. This man didn’t seem to be expecting you there at all. 

“Hii y/n!” You heard Baekhyun slur, once again high off his medicine. “Sehun this is y/n she’s my housekeeper isn’t she cute?” 

You saw the other man's eyes widen and you felt your face become bright red. Not to mention how you were definitely not dressed like a hired professional, you were only wearing a tank top and pajama shorts. 

The two of you exchanged another odd glance as Baekhyun giggled to himself about nothing, and then the man spoke. 

“He misunderstood the doctor when they told him how much to take. He’s accidentally been taking way too much, he’ll be fine he just can’t work like this so…” 

You quickly nodded and made your way over to the two men, removing his arm from around Sehun and helping him to sit on the couch. 

“You work for him?” The taller man asked you. 

You bowed slightly and nodded. His eyes traveled down to your clothes and you felt yourself turning red again. 

“I didn’t realize he was coming home so early.” You mumbled softly. 

He nodded politely and excused himself, leaving you there with Baekhyun. You were right back where you’d been the night before. 

This time you tried to keep your distance. You didn’t want a repeat of the previous night, you just didn’t have that in you. There was only so much a girl’s heart could handle. 

However Baekhyun had other plans. After you'd made him some tea and set it down on the coffee table for him he started whining. 

“The couch isn’t comfy anymore, can you help me to bed?” 

You really didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want to be touching him, you knew you wanted too much. But he was sick and uncomfortable and you still wanted to help him too. In the end it was impossible for you to say no to him and you reluctantly let him throw an arm around your shoulders to help him get to his bed. 

You could feel how warm he was, and you felt guilty for getting any pleasure out of this when he was hurting, and he wouldn’t even remember it the next day. But he still felt so nice and firm and strong beneath your hands, you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around him completely. 

As you helped him get to his room you were far too aware of the closeness of your bodies and you were thankful the moment you reached his bed and could let him go, however Baekhyun did not want to let go of you yet. When you reached the edge of his bed his arms wrapped themselves firmly around your waist and as he fell back onto the mattress, you fell with him. You landed on top of him on his bed, chest to chest. You felt your heart hammering in your chest at the unexpected contact. 

Baekhyun was just humming contently, keeping his arms locked firmly around you. You pushed yourself up the best you could and when your eyes met his face they found him with a dopey smile, eyes half closed in the haze of the drug. 

This was not right. You needed to get up. You tried to pry an arm off you but he just whined and held on tighter, rolling over so the both of you were now laying on your side, and your face was buried in his chest. 

Once you were both situated you were able to hear the rapid pounding of his heart and feel how hard he was breathing. It had to be the medicine, you told yourself. You so dearly hoped that he wouldn’t remember this either, to spare himself the embarrassment. Everything about this was so wrong, yet it felt so damn good too, because now, somehow, you knew what it felt like to be held by him. 

As the seconds passed however, you realized you couldn’t do it. This was wrong, he shouldn’t be doing this with you, and for you to allow it to happen was also wrong. You wiggled an arm out from under you, and with one hand firmly on his chest, you pushed yourself away from him and out of his grasp. You heard his whining at the loss of contact but you couldn’t let that distract you as you quickly walked out of the room, closing the door behind you. 

When you were back in the guest room, you had to take a minute just to breathe and calm yourself down. It felt like torture. Your painfully attractive boss was being so flirty and touchy with you, but none of it was even real. 

It was so frustrating, and after about a minute of letting it all sink in the tears started coming. It felt like your heart was being toyed with, tested almost. You somehow crossed paths with this incredible guy and the universe was pushing you, seeing how much it could mess with your emotions, because no matter how bad you tried you couldn’t help but want him. 

You jumped when you heard your phone vibrate next to you. It was him. 

“Why’d you go :(”

You cleared the notification and found something else to keep yourself occupied with. You knew you’d have to check on him again eventually, but for now you’d distract yourself best you could. 

After a couple hours you started heating up his dinner, already dreading having to bring it to him. 

When you knocked on his door he didn’t respond. You tried again, and still nothing. Rather than letting his dinner get cold, you slowly opened the door, finding Baekhyun fast asleep. 

You set down his food next to the bed and gently shook him awake. 

“Sorry to wake you up, you should really eat something.” 

He still looked a bit dazed as he was slowly waking back up. He looked at you, and then the food and when his eyes met the clock on his nightstand you saw him tense up.

“What the hell, why am I here? I still have two more hours of-” 

“Baekhyun, you've been taking twice as much medicine as the doctor said. Your friend Sehun took you home a few hours ago since you were too messed up in the head to work.”  

He let out a disappointed groan, covering his face with his hands. You set his food down next to him and you heard him sigh. 

“I’m a goddamn idiot.” He whispered. 

You frowned. “Don’t say that.” 

He sighed. “I never miss work.” 

“Baekhyun it’s okay to take some time to rest, please don’t feel bad. Just eat this and try to get some more sleep, yeah?” 

He nodded solemnly, grabbing the tray with his dinner. “Do you mind hanging out for a bit? It feels a little depressing to eat alone right now.” 

You agreed, and once again found yourself sitting in bed with him as he put something on for you to watch. Now that he wasn’t all drugged up and trying to touch you it was actually nice, just getting to spend time with him, sober. 

Once he’d finished eating you noticed him scrolling on his phone and something had him looking confused. 

“Did I fall asleep again earlier when Sehun brought me here? Or did I do or say anything?” 

You weren’t quite sure what to say or why he was asking, but you definitely didn’t want to recant all of his earlier actions to him so you shook your head. 

“Why are you lying? I just saw that I texted you earlier, and last night too. You said nothing happened and I was asleep.” 

You felt your stomach drop and your face start to burn. He didn’t sound like he was angry, but his tone of voice and the way he was looking at you still made you wish you could disappear. His eyes were focused and his face stern as he looked at you with confusion.

It surprised you how intimidating he became in those few short seconds. The way his eyes bore into you made you want to run and hide. He usually expresses a kind of warmth that made people feel at ease with him, but that had disappeared completely. 

You couldn’t tell him what happened. You just couldn’t stomach that. 

“I- I’m sorry.” You eventually whispered, and although you tried to keep it in a tear soon escaped too. 

His demeanor changed as soon as he saw that you were crying, his gaze softening and he moved closer, his hand finding your cheek and you felt his thumb wiping away the wetness. 

“Please don’t cry, I'm not mad at you, but why didn’t you tell me? What happened that you feel like you have to lie about? I wish I could at least remember something but I really can’t and I’m sorry if I said something that upset you but please just tell me.” 

Now that he was closer and he was touching you, you lost it completely, sobbing and shaking your head. You couldn’t tell him. 

He was growing more and more worried as you cried and he had a tendency to ramble when he was freaking out. Baekhyun was growing increasingly concerned that he’d done or said something that had really hurt you. He hadn’t meant to at all but now you were crying because of him and he felt like he had to try and fix it. 

He was still rambling, moving closer and closer to you, trying to wipe away your tears. He really was trying to help, but the more he did the harder you cried and the more you tried to escape him, which wasn’t easy when both of his hands were on your face desperately trying to both wipe away your tears and keep your attention on him. 

Every time you’d try to back away from him he’d move closer and eventually with one last movement you felt yourself falling off of the edge of his bed flat onto the hardwood floor. 

You could hear him apologizing and asking if you were alright but you didn��t respond, and when you felt his hand on your arm trying to pull you back up towards him you finally lost it, pushing yourself up and away from him and once you were on your feet you quickly ran out of his room into the guest room, locking the door behind you. 

Baekhyun sat there stunned for a moment, and you broke down completely once you were by yourself again. He could hear you crying from his room. He felt absolutely terrible. 

He didn’t understand at all why you were crying so hard, when he made it clear that he wasn’t mad at you. It wasn’t like he’d yelled at you or anything, it all came from a place of concern. In hindsight he probably could’ve asked you a bit more gently rather than just calling out your lie like that, but he had a feeling that that wasn’t really what had made you cry like that. 

He tried his best to remember at least something from when he was on that medicine, but it just wasn’t happening. There must’ve been something he said or did that had really affected you, and he was still going to try to figure out what it was before the guilt ate him alive. 

Luckily he was starting to feel a bit better now that he was taking his medicine correctly, and the next morning during a group schedule he went to Sehun to try to get some answers. However before he could ask him anything, he was being questioned himself. 

“What the hell is going on with that girl that was at your apartment yesterday?” 

Baekhyun gave his friend a questioning look. “What do you mean? My housekeeper?” 

Sehun raised an eyebrow. “The housekeeper who apparently sleeps over there with you and who you called cute. I’m not trying to tell you what you can and can’t do but do you really think this is a good idea?”  

“I said that? When?”

“Baekhyun be honest are you fucking your maid?” 

He looked at Sehun like he was completely insane.“No, of course not! She’s just been staying over to help out while I’m sick is all. And you didn’t answer my question.”

“When I dropped you off yesterday you said something like ‘this is my housekeeper she’s so cute.’ She seemed really embarrassed by it.” 

At that, Baekhyun felt his heart drop. “Was I talking a lot..?” 

“Yeah it was kind of annoying you were just saying whatever the hell popped into your head it seemed.You were also being super touchy.” 

He felt his stomach twist and when he thought back on how upset you were the evening before it almost made him want to throw up. He very well could’ve done something completely inappropriate and he suddenly didn’t blame you at all for not wanting to tell him. In fact he wouldn’t blame you if you and all your things were gone when he got home later. 

“Baekhyun?” 

He had always been a very physically affectionate guy, and he was quite fond of you, but he knew that it still wasn’t appropriate for him to touch you at all. 

“If I was acting that strange, why did you leave me there with her?! Did you at least warn her or something? I was wondering why she’d lied and told me I was asleep the whole time but no fucking wonder I probably scared the shit out of her and did something completely inappropriate!” 

“What was I supposed to do?! I was just there to drop you off and I had no idea you even had a housekeeper.“ 

Baekhyun’s eyes squeezed shut and he felt his frustration rising. Of course it wasn’t really Sehun’s fault either but it was still upsetting to him. 

“She’s probably already gone now, after how upset she got yesterday.” Baekhyun mumbled, his throat growing tight at the thought of not having you around anymore. If he messed this up he’d have a hard time forgiving himself.

“What does she even do?” Sehun asked. 

“Cook, clean, laundry, groceries, that kind of stuff. It was really nice having someone to help with all that.” 

Sehun chuckled, “So you bought yourself a housewife?” 

“First of all, that's sexist, and I told you it’s not like that! When I first met her she was sent by some big company. It wasn't until later that I decided to hire her privately. I didn’t know they’d send someone young and pretty, for all I knew it could’ve been an old man who showed up that day.” 

“Baekhyun I know what you mean but come on I know the kinds of girls you go for and she’s totally your type. I really don’t think it’s a good idea for you to have someone like that as your housekeeper.” 

“Well I doubt she even wants to work for me anymore.” Baekhyun muttered before walking away. He knew that Sehun was right about that stuff, but he still didn’t want to hear it. 

All day he worried that you’d be gone by the time he’d get home, that you didn’t want to work for him after whatever he’d done. He was still sick too, and the hours seemed to drag on for ages. Luckily it wasn’t so bad anymore but he could tell that he still wasn’t back at his normal strength. 

When he finally got home he was anxious to see if you were still there or not. He couldn’t tell any difference in the common space when he first walked in, so he went over to the door of the guest room, knocking lightly. 

He didn’t expect an answer, so he was surprised to hear your quiet “come in.” 

He opened the door and you were sitting in bed on your phone, and he watched as you put it down and wrapped your arms around your legs, bringing your knees to your chest. 

You looked up at him, waiting for whatever he had to say. 

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I talked to Sehun and I understand why you didn’t want to tell me, I was not acting right. Whatever I said or did, I’m so, so sorry and I hope you can forgive me.” 

You let your arms fall and stretched your legs out in front of you, and Baekhyun was moving towards you until he sat at the edge of the bed.

“I honestly didn’t even think you would still be here after everything. You seemed really upset, I feel terrible. I shouldn’t have pressed you to tell me like that either. I’m really so sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” You eventually whispered in response. “Thank you.” 

He was looking at you with that slight pout and furrowing of his brows that told you he was still worried. 

“Is there anything I can do to help make it up to you?” 

You smiled a little and shook your head. “You don’t have to keep apologizing, I know you didn’t mean any harm.” More than anything you were relieved that he wasn’t still trying to get you to tell him what happened. 

“I just don’t want you to hate working here.” 

“I don’t hate working here, I actually really like it. I promise.” 

The look on his face was one of relief, he was thankful to still have you there. He was still going to try and make it up to you though. 

“I thought since you’ve already been here so long and I'm starting to feel a bit better, you could take a few days off to relax. I know you probably miss sleeping in your own bed.” 

You frowned and Baekhyun looked confused. He was wrong of course, but he was still just trying to be nice. 

“I really don’t mind staying here, and you’re still sick.” You said. 

“Would you like to stay then?” 

You shrugged and nodded. His guest bed was more comfortable than yours, his apartment was much bigger and nicer, and above all, he was there. 

Baekhyun grinned and thanked you before going back to his room and you got started on dinner. 

The next several days were nice. Baekhyun didn’t have as much going on at work so he was home a lot more and you continued to do your best to nurse him back to health. The two of you talked more and you could tell that Baekhyun was putting a lot of effort into making you feel at home there. He made you laugh a lot and he loved to see how you were starting to open up to him.

It was funny to both of you how awkward things had been the first few days, as compared to now. He hardly felt like your boss at all, he’d become a real friend. 

Next Chapter

[beyonddmythoughtssworld]

take it out on me | rafe cameron x reader

Summary: Growing tired of your attitude, Rafe surprises you by asking you to take control of him.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+ content, pure filth, slightly dom!reader, slightly sub!rafe, dom!rafe, slapping, spanking, choking, handcuffs, a tiny tiny smidge of dumbification

You drop your bag on the kitchen table frustratedly, going over to the fridge and swinging it open to grab a water. After a few sips, you toss the water back in the fridge without a care.

You walk over to the couch, sitting down and not even bothering to turn on the TV. You just lean against the back of it and bring your legs up to your chest as you rub your temples to try to massage away the impending headache.

This week has been added onto the list of weeks you've grown tired of your job. You love working there, but your new boss was an absolute dick who doesn't know his ass from his elbow. The most frustrating part: when he makes a mistake, you get blamed.

He went out of his way to humiliate you today because he was too embarrassed to admit he made a mistake. And he'd been doing it for weeks.

At first, you ignored it, not the type to lose your temper or let things get to you. But at this point it's been a month under this new management, and you don't know how much longer you can take. You don't know how much more Rafe can take.

You know you've been the biggest bitch to your boyfriend for the last couple of weeks, but honestly you've been in such a bad mood you can't even bring yourself to care. Part of you is envious of the blonde. He does amazing at Cameron Development, and here you are being treated like an absolute idiot at your job.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he must've heard your frustrated movements around the condo because he walks into the living room, pausing his movements when he sees your position on the couch. You hear him sigh, and you can't help the surge of anger that comes across you at the sound.

You know he's not sighing like he's fucking stressed.

“We need to talk.”

He sits across from you on the coffee table, leaning forward on his elbows and trying to get your attention. You must really be annoyed today, because any other time the shirtless sight of your boyfriend would be enough to ease it a little.

You roll your eyes, bringing your fingers to the bridge of your nose in annoyance, “Can we do this later?”

“No, now,” He demanded, voice growing hard. At his tone, your gaze snaps to his as you fix him with a glare so hard your eyes start to strain. On a normal occasion, Rafe would never let this slide.

But something must've clicked based on the look on your face, and his eyes soften as he mutters, “You’re really stressed, aren’t you?”

You don't say anything, just continue to look at him.

He sighs as he uses his hands to push himself off the table, standing over you and holding out his hand, “Come here.”

•••

“Rafe, I don’t know about this,” You state nervously as you play with your fingers. You'd been looking down at the floor since Rafe told you his intentions with bringing you back to the bedroom.

You assumed when he brought you back that he would be doing what he does best, making you shake and cry in pleasure as he makes you take whatever he gives you. Imagine your shock when he instead told you what he wanted you to take control of him.

“You’ve never let me…” You trailed off, not needing to. He knows why you're hesitant. The last time you tricked him into handcuffs and used him to get off while he threatened you, he made good on his promise that you wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

“Look at me.”

His raspy voice is laced with desire, and you bring your eyes up to him. He walks closer to you, cupping your cheeks and leaning your head back until it rests on the door of the bedroom, coming down to place a lingering kiss on your lips.

“I want you to use me,” He mumbles against your lips, biting it. “I want you to use my fingers.. my tongue.. and my cock. I want you to get yourself off on me.”

“Are you sure?” You whisper, looking up at him doe-eyed.

“Yes, baby,” He promises, trying to assure you the best he can that this isn't a trick. “You let me use you anytime I want. It’s your turn to take your anger out on me.”

Your thighs clench, the thought of using Rafe sounding extremely appealing. But you can't shake your nerves at the thought of being the one in control.

“What’s wrong? Are you scared?” Rafe questioned, his words sweet but his tone was teasing. “Is that what it is, you’re scared you're gonna hurt me?”

He fake pouts, leaning down to bite harshly on your lip and pulling back, letting go when you whimpered, “Baby, there’s nothing you can fucking do to hurt me. Come on. What do you want?”

You know what the answer is. He wants you tell him you want to use him. But you're so fainthearted that your mind goes blank at the question. Rafe recognizes this, jaw clenching as he brings his hand down to wrap around your throat.

“Answer my fucking question,” He states through clenched teeth, squeezing harder on your throat. “What do you want? Or are you too stupid to know-”

You shove at his chest, your eyes narrowing in anger. He knows that your boss has been treating you as nothing less than the gum on his shoes. He knows he's hitting a nerve by calling you that, and that alone sparks the anger inside of you again.

He stumbles a little, laughing at you as he tilts his head.

“That pissed you off, didn’t it?” He steps closer, trapping you against the door as he leans down to brush his lips against yours, “Come on. What do you want me to do for you?”

“I wanna ride your face,” You respond, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Yeah? Are you asking or telling me?” He takes a fist of your hair, pulling your head back. You bring your hands to his side, digging your nails into the skin as he hisses. “That’s right, tell me.”

“Get on the bed,” You ordered, and he grinned at you as his eyes darkened. He pushes himself off from the wall so he's no longer trapping you against it, taking a couple steps back, “Yes, ma’am.”

His words cause another rush of desire to run through you. He goes over to the bed, taking off his sweats and boxers before laying on his back and raising his eyebrows at you. You take off your shirt and pants slowly, not breaking eye contact with him.

He bites his lip as he runs his eyes over your figure, settling back on your chest when you take your bra off. Not even bothering to take off your panties, you make your way over to him, climbing on top of him until you straddle his waist.

His hands automatically come up to rest against your ass as you lean down to capture his lips in a heated kiss. He snaps the waistband of your panties against you, making you gasp at the sting. He uses this opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, letting you take control of the kiss for once.

You moan as you grind against him, his hand slapping your ass hard. You whimper, but you're reminded of what you're supposed to be doing. You pull back, moving up his body until your pussy rested just above his face.

He leans his head up, but you're quick to grab his hair and force his head back down. He sends you a glare, but his eyes fall down when you move your panties to the side so he has a view of your glistening folds. He makes a noise between a growl and a groan, and you put both of you out of your misery.

You lower your hips, Rafe not wasting any time and shoving his tongue inside of you as he rested his hands against your thigh to hold you there. You gasp a moan, hands still in his hair as let him do as he pleases. He drags his tongue from your entrance to your clit, wrapping his lips around the nub and sucking.

He starts to make out with your pussy, going back and forth between that and sucking on your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he shakes his head back and forth, shoving his face more into your pussy as he begins to move his tongue faster.

“Baby, can I-" You start to whimper out, stopping when he slaps his hand on your thigh roughly.

“Don’t ask me. Tell me,” He doesn't move from between your legs, talking into your pussy making it clench at the vibrations. “It doesn’t matter what I want.”

You take a couple of breaths as he slows down, gathering up the courage, “Keep eating my pussy so I can come.”

He makes a noise of approval, moving his mouth against you hotly. You let out a moan, grinding your hips down harder on his face. He groans, “Fuck, that’s it. Grind on my face.”

“Shut up,” You snap, growing a little more confident. He makes another groan in approval, sending the vibrations through you and triggering your climax. You let yourself grind on him however you want, Rafe's hand loosening around your thighs to let you.

All of the stress you felt today leaves your body as you throw your head back in ecstasy, riding out your orgasm. Your movements slow, and Rafe trails his mouth from your center to your thighs.

“You liked that?” He asks as he bites down on where your thigh meets your center, licking it to soothe the skin. He mimics the movement on the other side, looking up at you, “What do you want now?”

“I want your cock,” You answer immediately, moving from your position over his face to rest against his stomach again. You grind against him, his eyes darkening in lust as he feels the evidence of your orgasm through the lace of your panties.

“Yeah? Go ahead, baby. It’s nice and hard for you," He bucks his hips, letting you feel the hardness of his length against the small of your back. You bite your lip as you lift your hips up to hover over his cock, eyes settling between you two as you move your panties to the side. You're about to move down when he interrupts, “Get on my cock.”

Your head snaps back up, your fierce eyes meeting his as he smirks at you, “You want me to shut up?”

You nod at him, but he grits out a response, "No, fuck you. What're you gonna do about it? Make me-”

You move up, bringing your hand to his mouth and covering it. His eyebrows raise again, opening his mouth and biting down on your hand hard. You pull it back quickly, rubbing the skin as your jaw clenched in anger.

“That’s all you got?” He pokes fun at you, and you feel your face grow hot in anger. Such a fucking asshole. He laughs at you again.

“You wanna slap me, don’t you?” He asks, and you look him up and down. He bites at his lip, nodding his head at you, “Go ahead. Slap me.”

Your palm comes up to slap him across the face, his head moving only slightly at the movements. When he brings his eyes back to you, his jaw clenches.

“You call that a slap?” He spoke through gritted teeth. Your head snaps to the side as he slaps you, the sound echoing as your cheek grows hot at the stinging sensation. “That. That’s a fucking slap. Now, try it again. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Your eyes move back to his as he talks, anger filling you as he continues to goad you on. This time, when you slap him his head cracks the side, the sound of the palm of your hand hitting him echoing the room. He nods in approval as he looks back at you.

“Do it again,” He demanded, lust seeping further into his tone. You slap him again, this time harder than the last. He groans, “You better get on my cock. Now.”

“I’m so fucking hard,” He continues as you move back to your position of hovering over him. His voice comes out in a whine, and you gush at the sound, “Come on, baby. Fuck me.”

He lets out another groan as you slide down onto his cock, a breathless moan leaving you at the sensation of him stretching you out. You start to grind against him once he’s fully inside of you, getting used to the feeling.

Wanting him closer, you lean down until your chest presses against his. You kiss him roughly, biting his bottom lip before licking it. He opens his mouth to let you slide your tongue in, the both of you moaning into each other.

He brings his hands to rest on your hips as he pulls back, his gaze hot on you, “Use my cock.”

You start to bounce on his impressive length, bringing your head down to push your face into his neck as you move faster against him. He kisses the side of your head as he rasps, “It’s yours. Do what you want.”

You whimper, but it’s cut off when he lifts one of his hands up to smack your ass hard. You take your face from his neck, slowing your movements as you look at him. He has the same teasing glint in his eyes, and he pouts at you again mockingly.

“What’s wrong?” He mocks, “You don’t like that?”

When you shake your head, he leans up to brush his lips against your ear, whispering, “Do something about it.”

You grab his hair, forcing his head back down as he growls. Lifting off of his cock, you ignore the feeling of emptiness as you lean over to the reach into the bedside dresser.

Opening the drawer, you pull out the familiar handcuffs. Coming back to rest against his stomach, you involuntarily whimper when he clenches his abs. You glare, slapping him again before grabbing his hand and putting one of the cuffs on. You roughly grab the other, cuffing it and pushing his arms up.

You rest his hands above his head, leaning down to kiss him hard. He gives a small moan, chasing your lips as you pull back but you grab the front of his hair, pushing him back onto the pillow. You glare down at him, “Don’t fucking move.”

He wets his bottom lip as he looks at you through hooded eyes, and you bask in the look of longing on his face. You wonder if this is how he feels when you look at him like that. This powerful.

You put his cock back inside you, not wasting any time and moving up and down roughly. His head tilts back as you ride him, not stopping any groans from coming out of his mouth as he keeps his hands where you told him.

You’re shocked at how easily he submits to you, and you wonder if this can be a regular occurrence. Not often; you love letting Rafe take absolute control of you in the bedroom. But you’ve never seen him so.. vulnerable. So desperate.

You grind against him, and when he bucks his hips you stop your movements. He looks at you, eyes begging as a plea leaves his mouth, and you laugh at him like he’s been doing to you all night. Once he begs again, you start to move against him, the erotic sight bringing you close.

“Make me come inside you,” He orders, his eyes fluttering as you clench down on him. “Fuck, your pussy’s so good.”

You start to slow down, wanting to tease him. His eyes glare up at you, jaw tightening as he catches on to what you’re doing.

"Can you do anything right?" He insults, trying to use your anger again. "Or does my cock make you so dumb you can't follow simple directions?”

“Shut up,” You snap at him, falling for the bait and moving faster up and down his cock. You feel it twitch inside of you, and you have to actively stop your head from throwing back.

“What’re you gonna do to make me?” He goads, and you slap him again. He’s about to say something else, but you bring your hand to his throat without thinking. For the first time of the night, he falters in his teasing.

“Fuck, baby...” He mutters, His dark blue irises rests on you as you tighten your hold against his neck. His hands twitch in the cuffs, and you know he’s stopping himself from touching you.

You swivel your hips over him, tightening up around him and relishing in the strangled groan that leaves his lips. His eyes scan you before settling down on where the two of you meet, and he growls at the puddle you’re creating.

The squelching of your pussy on his cock plays throughout the room, mixing into the sounds of your breathless moans and his broken ones.

“Let me come inside you,” He breathes out, and you bite down on your lips before leaning down. You’ve always wanted to do this, the excitement of doing what Rafe’s done to you motivating you to move against him harder.

“Beg for it,” Your lips brush his, and he lets out a small breathless laugh as he nods in approval.

“There you go,” He praises, loving how you caught on to being in control. He pecks your lips, looking up at you with begging eyes now as he plays his part. “Please, baby. Please let me come inside you. I’m so fucking close.”

You whimper, loving the sound of him begging for it. You move faster, choking him as his begs grow more desperate until you kiss his cheek, “Come inside me. Be a good boy and come inside.”

His head throws back as a loud groan leaves him, and you loosen the hold you have on his throat. He starts to come, the feeling of him filling you up triggering your own orgasm as you moan loudly.

He plants his feet on the bed, pounding up into you as you grind down on him, only settling back down once your orgasm starts to slow. You move against him for a little longer, before stopping.

You make no movements to pull him out of you, both of you breathing hard as you come to rest against his chest. You don’t know how long the two of you are laying there, but his voice calls out.

“Baby,” he mumbled, and you came to your senses. Lifting up, you pull him out as he grunts. Once you remove the handcuffs and put them on the nightstand, a small noise leaves you when Rafe grabs you to pull you on the bed until you’re the one laying on your back.

He hovers over you, kissing you as he tells you how good of a job you did. When he pulls back, he’s still not able to catch his breath, he pecks your lips once more, “Feel better?”

You hum, nodding your head as you look up at him affectionately, “Yeah. Thank you.”

“Don’t get used to it,” He teased, leaning down to kiss your neck. Your hand comes up to rest against the back of his head, playing with his hair as he marks you. He moves his head down, kissing the swell of your chest.

“Now it’s my turn.”

[powderblueblood]

You know what's just burrowed into my head? given how often poor Camilla was forced to say the word daddy on that show it made me picture lacy saying it to Eddie but in that I'm clearly making fun of you, I'm not into that stuff kind of way but he's our beloved pervy loserboy so of course he short circuits over it anyway. I hope she finds out just how much of a perv he can be now that they've done the do. I mean the whole thing with her pen in the very first chapter? and the shower scene when she had to stay over? I would love to know how she'd react

18+ MINORS DNI i accidentally went crazy on this? god bless you anon happy valentines day

l i t erally she is shoving eddie out the door of the newspaper room after a heavy makeout session where she's got him all wound up and whining on purpose, sing-songing something like, "c'mon, hurry up! everyone in the drama room is gonna be looking around that dungeon, wondering where-oh-where is daddy?"

and eddie just shoves himself between the jamb and the closing door (painfully, for a multitude of reasons) (reasons pertaining to his cock) and hits lacy with the prey animal stare.

"huh? come again?" you'd like that wouldn't you badum tsss etc

but lacy like, knows and like, eats it right up, the way she draws out every syllable with a dirty little mockery of a snarl.

"better run along now, da-a-addy."

eddie manages to wrangle her in for one last kiss, stomach all butterflies and dick all cardiac arrest, "i'm gonna get you for that," and lacy's squealing into his ear, "and your little kitty too! shit! evil!"

"first and last time you'll ever hear it, i guarantee you!" liar!

but, evil actually comes in the form of lacy lifting a pair of her panties from the glovebox of the van later that night.

"hello? have you been doing my laundry or what?"

eddie gets a laceful in the face as she flings them at him. immediate snow white blush on his cheeks, this guy, because he's still toeing the line of being a little bit of a pervert with her. testing the waters. though, she had perched in his lap and watched him jerk off the other day, after specifically asking to which naturally made him cum neatly under the runtime of zeppelin's dazed and confused.

i wanna see how you do it. how do you touch yourself when you're thinking about me?

and she'd been all sweet, tits out and skirt on, running her hand up his chest as he pumped his cock in his fist (he hadn't been allowed to touch her), telling him how pretty he was, how much she liked watching him make himself feel good. eyes never leaving him. studying him like SAT prep. not putting as much as a fingertip on herself, but squirming against his thigh.

this is about me, he realized, heart warming, dick throbbing. she wants to make it about me.

eddie had cum, and had possibly narrowly avoided a hemorrhage of the brain due to how fucking hot that was, and was soon springing to back to life in lacy's palm. she had that effect on him; just when he thought he was spent, boom, he is risen.

he needed a solid fifteen minutes to process the aftershocks after she rode him til both their eyes were streaming, lacy stroking his hair and pretending like she wasn't trembling as much as he was.

if that girl isn't careful. he swears to god. wedding bells. big 'uns.

but. anyway. panties. panties he had been actively using as a gag when he jerked off on the rare occasions she couldn't come meet him. sure. whatever.

"you must've left 'em here!" eddie shrugs (wide-eyed, beautiful, you know the vibes), tossing them back at her, to which lacy rolled her fanned-out mascara'd eyes.

"and walked around commando? when have you ever known me to do that, smartass?"

true. she liked making him take off her panties with his teeth too much, and he liked watching the way she slid them back on. that little jump she did that made her ass shake.

which could be a part of the whole stuffing them in his mouth thing. listen, he didn't have time to ruminate on it.

guilty as all hell, he shrugs again, slapping his hands on the wheel. but eddie's heart is like, hammering. was that a step too far? nabbing her panties out of her room the last time he'd snuck in there?

there's this silence in the van for a couple beats that he hates, even though lacy resumes looking for a tape in the glovebox she's probably never gonna find.

"you know," she goes, eyes downcast, "if you wanted to borrow a pair, you could've just asked."

a stutter in the air. she knows just how to make his record scratch.

"whassat now?" eddie leans in, gripping the steering wheel for dear life.

"you heard me," and her mercurial eyes flash at him, gaze drawing down his body in that way that makes him sure he knows what it's like to do heroin without ever having tried it.

"just, tell me if you ever wanna try 'em on," lacy smiles, and eddie smiles, and eddie also dies somewhat, "i wanna see how cute you look when you're hard in them."

and look, we haven't even begun to think about lacy's reaction the first time he jokingly calls her mommy.

[indecenthoney]

"If The Walls Could Moan..."

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I've always been quite respectful of my roommates and their privacy, but something has been eating at me this entire time. I may not have mentioned how thin our walls are. It is honestly my mistake because any sort of music or porn that I play would relayed to my earphones. I just never really knew how to bring up the sounds she makes when she masturbayes. Sometimes she'd even step out of her room like nothing had happened. And I'm just there bright as a tomato. Not to mention how audible her little roleplays are. It's starting to take a toll on me. I thought that this would be something I had to talk to her about before I do something I regret.

"Hey... Welcome home... Someone looks pissed... Rough day? Yeah..? Wanna talk about it? Mm alright... Well I made us dinner... Oh? You're going to turn in early for the night? A-actually I just wanted to... talk about something... Well you see... I wanted to talk about the... Well... uhm... there was something I forgot to mention about the... party next month... Yeah... you're going righ? Hahahah... Right right we promised we'd go together... Me? Weird? Nonono I'm just a little under the weather... Alright... Y-yeah sleep well! Fuck... and she’s gone..."

I sat there helplessly as the room fills with her moans. She must've been really stressed because she was louder than usual. I couldn't help but follow along. Thoughts of her filled my head. I wondered how my teeth would feel on the very flesh I called a friend. The sinful deeds I relish as I partake in her body. A little poetic but really all I want to do right now is fuck her senseless. I wanted her to beg and whimper as I bent her over her desk. I wanted to stetch out her little holes until it formed to the shape of my cock. My perfect little play thi-

"Oh fuck... Hey... Ahahaha... I thought you were sleeping... Oh just gonna grab a water? Yeah yeah... Go right ahead... Oh nothing just meditating... o-oh yeah I've been meditating for a while now... You know just tryna find myself spiritually? Hahaha... Yeah good night!"

I almost got fucking caught! In result, I waddled off to bed trying my best to ignore my boner. It was hell. She kept going and going. I couldn't remember the times I edged myself. I felt like the moment I cum, I'll be a different person. I wouldn't know what I'd do with myeelf if I acted on my insticts. That night I couldn't sleep a wink. Even after she was done, my boner kept me up all night.

"Hey... I look shit...? Yeah... I couldn't really... sleep well... I don't think I could go for a coffee right now... Might collapse at any moment... Mmph... I'm fine..."

My head down into my bent arms. My eyes wide open as I see her wiggle her ass making breakfast. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight but beneath her panties shined a little gem. A butt plug. I knew she was horny but I never really expected her to like anal. I could barely think after seeing that. I was slowly starting to lose consciousness but somehow found my way behind her. Unable to carry myself I leaned up against her. My hard cock pressed against her ass. Breathing down her neck as I hugged her waist.

"Sorry... I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing myself... Hahah... F-fuck... Shhh it's okay... I'll be gentle... I promise... Just a little bit I promise... You say that... but you've been fucking yourself stupid all night... I couldn't get any sleep cause of you... Why so red? You should be proud... All those pretty little moans... Every single time you asked "Daddy" to give you permission to cum... Oh yeah... I heard every single line... It's like you wanted me to hear you... and here you are... walking around in the middle afternoon with your ass plugged up... How could I not wanna fuck you senseless?"

Keeping her still, my hands made their way down her hips pulling away at her panties. Not minding her protest. I pressed her down against the counter as I slowly tease her ass with her own plug. Amazed at how easily she takes it all in; I pressed my cock against the opening of her ass. How tempting it was to shove it all in. How quickly she quieted down as the tip entered her. In and out. Teasing her. Stretching her. And finally, her giving in; unable to budge. Fucking her senseless with my arm wrapped around her pretty little throat. Moaning in ecstasy as I pound her ass. On the brink of climax, I pulled her in cumming in the deepest part of her to leave my mark. Her legs shook with such violence causing her to drop on the floor. I wasn't satisfied. My fist clenched around her hair guiding her head along the length of my cock. I wasn't quite sure what happened next. I think the exhaustion finally caught up to me. Later waking up on the couch.

"Fuck me... My head hurts... What happpened? I collpased? Shit... You're fushed... Did something happen? Nothing? I see... Thanka for taking care of me then... I must've been heavy hahaha... Well I'm going to try and get some rest in my room..."

On my way back to my room, I started to remember everything I'd done to her. I quickly looked back. Cum dripping down her thigh. A happy, jovial kick to her step. My pants growing tight knowing Ill be visiting her more often to help her out. What are roommates for?

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Lovingly,

Honey

[enchantedflameandflower]

Glimmer 26/? Billy Butcher fic

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Chapter 26

Addison let out a heavy sigh as she fumbled to get her key in her apartment door. She finally managed to slide it in, shuffling into her loft warily and pushing the door shut behind her. She felt like she barely had the energy to do even that. She rubbed at her forehead then let her arms fell to her sides and she dropped her bag to the hardwood floor without a second thought.

"Fuck," she groaned under her breath, glancing toward her bathroom. A hot shower was desperately needed but there was no way she could manage it.

Addison slumped to sit on her bed, pulling off her boots, then her jacket and shirt, her mind losing focus completely.

Suddenly the rising sun glinted off a nearby high-rise and through the window, slanting across her face and it broke her out of her stupor. She had no idea how long she'd even been sitting there. Sighing again, she managed to stand and find a loose tank top and some shorts to change in to and then she fell back into bed, sound asleep within moments.

When she woke again it was dark and she was barely conscious even as she got up for a drink of water and headed to her bathroom after. She forced herself to take a shower but as she finished she felt even more exhausted than she had when she'd come home. She pulled the same tank top and shorts on and climbed back into bed. Part of her wished Billy was there to hold her but she was asleep again before she could even really linger on the thought.

Addison didn't wake when the sun rose and began to set again.

She didn't wake at the sound of soft footfalls outside her door.

And she didn't wake when her loft started to fill with gas.

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Butcher cursed out loud as he called Addison's phone then cursed again as it went straight to voicemail once more. The sound of her voice on the message made his heart clench with desperation and anguish.

He hung up and called MM next.

"How the fuck would I know where she is, Butcher?" MM answered angrily. "What the fuck is wrong with you, man?"

"Addi ain't answering her fuckin' phone and I wanna know what the bleedin' hell is goin' on," he growled back.

"Listen, Butcher, you need to get it together man. I told you she would be pissed as hell. She probably blocked your ass."

Billy rubbed his hand over his jaw before his shoulders slumped and he dropped his chin. "No," he shook his head and a new feeling of cold dread washed over him. How he wished that were the case. "I know that ain't it, MM. She gave me her word. Her phone's always charged. If she were going to block me she woulda just said so. Somethin's gone south."

"Fucking hell man…" MM gave a heavy sigh. "Fine. I'll meet you at her place but it's only to keep her from killing you."

MM was waiting outside Addi's apartment building when Billy pulled up and another swell of dread and guilt rushed through him. He knew then that MM cared more about them then Billy ever would have guessed to have gotten to her place so quickly.

When Butcher met him on the sidewalk, his friend must've seen something in his eyes, because he nodded, serious now, before he finally spoke. "We'll find her, Butcher. I promise. She'll be okay."

Billy's phone rang though before they even got to the elevator and his hand trembled when he saw it was Mallory.

"Yeah," he answered gruffly.

"William. They have her address. Her apartment number."

His heart stopped dead. "I'm here now. I'll call ya back."

He would fucking kill anyone that even thought of getting near her but in the back of his mind he knew it was already too late.

MM read the expression on his face and together they rushed to her. The door was just barely ajar and Butcher swore as he shoved it open, pulling his gun out. Remnants of the gas still lingered in the air, and both him and MM pulled their shirts up over their mouth and nose to help block it out.

Her blankets were strewn across the floor and he could see even from the doorway Addison wasn't in the bathroom or on the balcony. It felt like his heart was racing and stuttering to a stop all at once and he felt sick with grief. If anything… if she…

"Stay here and cover me," MM said. It would be no good to have them both go into the apartment in case there was enough of the chemical left in the air to knock them out. Billy kept one eye on the hallway and one on MM, but after a moment MM shook his head. No Addison and not a clue to who had taken her.

Back in the hallway, MM called Mallory to let her know what happened. She told them to come in to her office and ordered a team to take their place, to search for any more evidence and check the security tapes.

Billy felt like he was in a fog. He would slaughter everyone in this city if that's what it took to get her back, and if she was already gone he'd do it anyway.

But then MM laid a hand on his shoulder and Butcher forced himself to take a breath as he met his friend's gaze. That wasn't what Addison would want. He had to hold himself together for her, if for nothing else. At least he would fucking try. For now.

They sat in a room at the CIA office downtown for what felt like hours, combing through every shred of information they had. Mallory wouldn't let Billy near the guy they brought in the night before. Probably for the better because he felt like he could rip the cunt apart with his bare hands. But he truly didn't seem to know anymore anyway.

A rage unlike any he'd felt in a long time was starting to bubble up inside of him and Billy felt like he was going to fucking explode. "Fucking hell," he growled, standing as he finished reading the same notes for the third time and he sent his chair flying across the room to crash into the wall. MM didn't even flinch, but he did look up.

"I've gotta get out of this fuckin' building, MM. I need to be lookin' for her."

"Butcher - " MM stood but just then the door opened and Mallory came in. Billy half expected her to call him out for the chair, but her face was ashen, her eyes wide.

"We received a text on Andrews' phone. It's a link. I think it's a live feed..." she jerked her head down the hall.

They followed her to another room with screens plastered over the wall, and Grace nodded her head at a technician, who started typing then glanced up to the big screen in the middle.

It was dark at first, hard to make anything out. "What the holy fuck is this?" Butcher snarled.

Grace started to speak but was cut off when a dim light finally flicked on in the picture of the video feed, pointed to the middle of the room. Addison was tied with her hands above her head, hanging from the ceiling and slumped over, barely coherent, barely able to stand, ragged, dirty and bruised.

"Get a location on this feed!" Mallory barked. Butcher stepped closer as if he would be able to see more. Then a figure appeared just barely in frame, still swathed in darkness with a low dark laugh to match.

He came closer to Addison, closer to the light. He was thin, tall, wearing a black suit and a full black ski mask over his face. He lifted his hand and the light glinted off the shiny metal of a knife. He put the tip under her chin, lifting it so she was facing the camera.

She moaned, trying to open her eyes and the man laughed again, then trailed the tip of the knife down over the flat of her chest, a thin line of red appearing in its wake. "This is gonna be fun," he laughed again.

Butcher exploded, spinning around and roaring to Mallory, MM, the entire room. "If anything - ANYTHING happens to her I fucking swear I will BURN this entire fucking city to the ground!"

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Chapter 27

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