#and now it is To Bed as soon as I finish my nice calming tea

[chiropteracupola]

tagged to share my last line written by both @verecunda and @sanguinarysanguinity, thank you!

here we've got something from the foth ladyhawke au...

What a price Keith Windham had paid, to be foremost in the heart of such a man as him!

and many of the usual suspects have already been tagged, so @dxppercxdxver, @bishakespeares, @kigiom, @natdrinkstea, @pentecostwaite, @borisyvain, if you're interested?

[xiaosfavqingxin]

Pillow Talks // OM! Brothers Aftercare hcs

Cw: none really, just fluff after a scene because aftercare is SO important, based on a convo i had with one of my bsfs (mentions of rough sex, bite marks and hickeys)

Gender neutral reader!

A/n: I'll work on the requests soon i swear!

- Lucifer -

Man is so so gentle with you after it (in contrast to just a few minutes earlier)

PRAISE !!!!

Would definitely clean the both of you up and give you one of his shirts to cuddle into

After making sure you're alright and doing well he would brew the both of you some tea

Asks you if you would like to listen to a specific record and if not, he'd just put on something calming

Definitely spends quite some time in bed with you, cuddling and talking about everything and nothing, only going back to his work when he's 100% sure you're mentally and physically alright

- Mammon -

Would not give a single fck about the mess the both of you made, you're immediately wrapped up in his strong arms

He'd definitely would shower you with innocent kisses all over

Naked cuddles!! I repeat, naked cuddles!!!

Would also make sure you have everything you need, not leaving your side for more than five seconds though

Cracked jokes about what just happened!!!

Would probably spend hours just lying in bed with you, the both of you just scrolling through Akuzon, voicing out your thoughts about certain items you stumble across (he takes mental note of everything you mention to be to you liking )

- Asmodeus -

Spa time!!! Bubble bath especially!!

Would totally rant about how beautiful you looked earlier

Cuddles in the bathtub, facemasks and candles

If you would be sore anywhere he would totally massage it

Washes your hair and body for you, he just wants you to relax

When he dries you off, he'll wrap you in the softest towels and carry you to bed after he sprayed you with his perfume just so you still smell like him

- Satan -

would definitely question if he was too rough on you

Totally kisses any marks or hickeys that he'd left and brush over them gently

Cleaning up kinda is teamwork, until you curl up next to him, scrolling through ur DDD a bit

A book in one hand, the other arm wrapped around you, keeping you close

Makes sure to wrap you up in a nice fuzzy blanket too, he doesn't want you to feel cold after all

You fall asleep before him, but he eventually gets tired too, the book is now on his face, you still cradled in his arm, your DDD dropped next to you

- Leviathan -

Asks you if you enjoyed it and if you felt good immediately

Admiring all the love marks hes left on you

Cleaning up and then he seats you in his lap in one of his hoodies

Also quite literally SHOWERS you in kisses, extremely flustered

It's your decision what you want to do, rather its just cuddling, watching anime or him playing a a game, or even playing something together

Man is clingy asf, he knows that the afterglow is a quite vulnerable state so he keeps you as close as possible

- Beelzebub -

No doubt, this man carries you to bed after he cleaned your up. Bridal style. No exeptions.

Tucks you in carefully and would feed you your favorite candy from the jar in his room

Keeps you in his arms until you are fast asleep, then quietly goes to clean up the kitchen

Would totally kiss the bite marks he left, probably even lick over them apologetically

He finishes that cake you had started only for you to wake up to an almost empty plate of it, and a very sorry Beel

- Belphegor -

It takes him a while before coming down from his high, so hes perhaps a bit quiet at first and just keeps his arms wrapped around you, processing in silence

Veeeeryyy sleepy afterwards, but also cold

Will probably get another fuzzy blanket after wiping the both of you down lazily

Naked cuddles part II

Gives a lot of small tired pecks and pulls the blanket over both of you

Hes not gonna let go of you this soon, but that's okay, the both of you will take a nap first anyway

Heya everyone, this is it for today (kinda short im sorry) these are actually my first hcs posted on here, enjoy!!!!

[hotpinkstars]

same bitch who requested the last wrio pregnancy stuffs but I need more and I'm like kinda in love with your writing so I want to request MOREEEEEEE anyways how he deals with reader third trimester (WRIO DOTING ON U CUS UR SO ROUND AND CUTE AWEEHFUREILFRUEIWHFCIR) anyeyss thanks for listening ily nova

-> third trimester

synopsis -> wriothesley during ur third trimester of pregnancy. self explanatory

a/n -> anon ur my spirit animal i love ur energy (and u 😉) but anyways i could write so much more lmk if anyone wants a part 2

warnings -> pregnancy, lactation and vomiting mentions, besides that pure fluff

w/c -> 1.6k

he doesn’t know how to feel the moment you tell him you’re officially in the third trimester of your pregnancy. it all went by so fast, he thinks it was just yesterday you called him into the bathroom to look at the small test that changed your lives in the greatest way possible.

and now, you were almost finished growing your daughter. anyone who even took a glance your way could certainly tell that you were having a child, and it’s certainly the dukes. 

the women of the fortress have been keeping tabs on you and your pregnancy, awaiting the day you walk with your baby in your arms instead of in your stomach. they’re so nice to you, so wriothesley allows you to wander sometimes because of it. they’re always willing to make you comfortable and give you some of the nicest labor-inducing teas they can find.

now, this is around the time he’s likely going to take a work leave, or just not work as often. his job requires his undivided attention, and he has to be flexible and able to be there in case a tragedy, like the seal breaking, were to occur. (hopefully not, because he still thinks about how he’d get you out of the fortress in time. you’re unable to run and you can barely walk at a quick pace, leaving him nervous and clueless a lot, considering your living quarters were connected to a door in his office). 

besides that, your life is pretty good, despite how uncomfortable you feel all the time. you ache everywhere, and sleep is simply not a thing that comes by often anymore. so, these are the moments wriothesley is able to step in and make sure that you’re content and as comfortable as you possibly can be. 

the main thing he needs to do for you is help you stand, considering that it’s incredibly hard for you now. you can do it of course, but it’s too much effort and you always either stand and immediately sit back down due to how winded you feel, or you just don’t try at all. wriothesleys strength comes into hand in these moments, almost making you fall forward due to how quick he pulls you up (the first time he did it, it actually happened. he caught you in time, but it left you laughing and him just there like “i almost just killed you sweetheart” and worried). 

he’s so the type of husband to barely wake up when you scoot yourself out of bed to use the restroom, and him behind you giving you a little boost to get up before going right back to sleep. he’ll try to keep consciousness while you’re out of bed, in case you fall or something happens, but as soon as he sees you re-enter the room he’s out once more. 

the only times he genuinely wakes up at night is when you frantically shake/tap him or you’re crying. if you’re crying, he’ll sit up and turn on a light (if you want) and try to ask you what the problem is. if it’s just a cramp or if you’re just achy/not in the right position, he’ll massage you or help you reposition the pillows to ensure your comfort. 

and when it comes to you walking up his offices’ stairs? he’s incredibly paranoid about it, but he’ll try to not make it known. you had to tell him multiple times to settle, that the railing was enough to keep you on your balance, and that you were just pregnant, not paralyzed. he’ll still try to meet you down at the door to help you up the stairs, especially when you’re at your biggest point. he’d be anything but calm and composed if you were to take a tumble down them (he would have a heart attack on the spot). 

and oh, would that man dote on your belly. you’re just so adorable, how could he not? especially when you’re curled up on the couch in his office with a luxurious sherpa blanket and the roundness of your tummy under the cover is very evident. usually, he won’t be able to help himself and would lay down next to you, his head lightly propped up on your stomach or on the side of your body. on the occasions he falls asleep, you stroke his hair, reading whatever book in his office that has piqued your interest this time. 

he’s also a tease. sometimes. he’ll walk past you and gently brush a part of his body against your belly, usually his hip or his hand. but back to the point, he’ll rub it, massage it, hold it up to take off pressure from your back and pelvis, and cuddle it! you’re not gonna be pregnant forever, so he sees this as a chance he can’t waste. only if you’re comfortable with it, of course. if not, then he wont proceed. 

this man loves tea, so there's no surprise when he brings in a tea that he’d read induces labor, or at least makes for a smoother one. he honestly probably has so many of those types, presenting you the box and allowing you to choose which one you’d like this time. seeing your eyes sparkle and your fingers wiggle as you choose your tea of choice always makes his heart soar in adoration. 

and back on the tea thing, he’s on all of the times said book told you to have it. he’s always giving it to you right on the dot of the hour unless something else more important has taken his attention (which isn’t much, unless he’s in a meeting or something really bad has happened in fontaine/the fortress). 

he’s also one of those husbands who secretly makes an important note in his brain whenever you have an ultrasound or any sort of baby appointment coming up. he wouldn’t miss one for the world- even though it's one of the little things, it means a lot to the both of you when he shows up alongside you, and shows the world how devoted of a husband he is to you. cue clorinde in the corner taking care of his work for him during the hour that he’s away. 

like i said in my last post, his massages are incredible! usually, he’ll get the memo, and right when he gets home, he’ll set you in between his legs before rubbing the soreness out of your back, hips, shoulders, neck, foot, and calf. 

he likes to make those moments last longer, and makes him feel good if you feel good. sometimes he’ll add a little kiss to the top of your foot or along your shoulders when he’s done, making you giggle a little before going on about how he has no need to be so formal (in which he counteracts by saying something cheesy about his love for you to make you laugh once more). 

he hates seeing you in pain, and especially hates it when he hears you cry about how exhausted you are. no, not that he hates when you cry, he just hates that you have to do this all alone. obviously, he is there to give all of his support and more, and would carry the baby for you if he could, but he can't. and he knows you’re exhausted, but his issue is that there is nothing for him to do to help you feel at least a little better. he understands that it’ll come when the baby is born, and he’s already told you how for the first few weeks he’ll do anything and everything to care for the baby while you catch up on your hard-earned rest. 

another great thing about him is that he pays no mind to things such as lactation, vomiting, etc (i have genuinely seen men who make fun of their wives for things such as that out of their control). he recognizes that its just something that happens, and its normal in pregnancy, and he won't get mad at you if any of these things happen while you’re wearing his clothing, either. considering you dislike maternity clothes, you’ve been wearing his shirts lately, resulting in milk stains in some of them. you’re over here apologizing profusely while he gives you a soft lecture on how he understands that it's not your fault, that it's out of your control. because he also knows for certain that if this was something you could control, you’d choose to not have it happen. 

this guy is clingy at night, so when he realizes that cuddling you is kind of out of the options, either due to your absolutely obnoxious, in his words pregnancy pillow, or your belly is in the way, he’s certainly not thrilled. but he finds a way, which is usually just spooning you from behind or bringing your head to his chest. the first time you two did the second method, you felt embarrassed, due to your tummy barely even being able to fit the gap between you and his hip, but as time went on, you just didn’t care anymore, literally laying like half on top of him. not like he cares either. thats what he wanted you to do in the first place. 

and in the times your so so clingy, wanting to just lay flat on top of him and forget about everything and just be in the warm, strong embrace of your husband, he’s even more crafty! usually uses the side method once again unless you quite literally find a position that’ll make you as close as you possibly could be to him. sometimes it’s incredibly uncomfortable, but if it makes you happy and safe and content, he won’t fight it. just know that this might be the only time you get to do that very position with him. 

overall, mans is a great fucking husband during your pregnancy, always super patient with you and would never shame you for things out of your control. you know he’s so so soft for you and you love him so so so so much.

[shiorilizzy]

Yandere Wriothesley decided to punish you

Summary: After dragging you to the Fortress with him, he spoiled you so much that you became a brat. So he decided to punish one for all

Pairing: Yandere!Wriothesely x Reader (female)

Warning: Yandere, Oral sex, Edging, Deny, Unappropriate words

Part 1 || Ending 1 || Ending 2

Wriothesley is a chill guy. Although you can’t go out of The Fortress, but you’re free to roam, talk and do whatever you want inside it. If you want to have anything, he will bring it for you. Even the legendary dessert that Furina loves. He bought a whole cake just for you. He nearly never punishes you, only smiles gently and lets it slide while collecting your mess.

So you become more and more bratty day by day. Until one day, when you shouted at him “NO! I HATE YOU!” when he told you not to do something. He looked at you, silent. 

“I think it’s time we need to do something about that attitude”

You were about to protest and walk away. But he picked you up with one arm, like a sack of potato. Ignoring your screams and kicks, he dropped you on the bed.  While his legs pressed on you to keep you still, his hands stripped you naked, locked your wrists with a handcuff. He even gagged your mouth.

“This mouth needs to be punished, no?”

You cannot scream anymore. He smirked at your muffled noises. The next victim is your legs, he spread and tied to the bed. Now your private part was exposed. He touched it gently. His cold fingers were covered with stickiness.

“Oh my, this wet already?  I barely do anything? Do you really crave it that much?” 

He smirked and look down on you like a slut. Your face turned pink and noises came from your gagged mouth. Looks like you were cursing him, he thought.  Well he couldn’t understand anything you were blabbing now, so it was not his business.  He turned his attention to your lower watering mouth. He started eating you out. He knows every sensitive spot of you. So it was easy to turn you on. Soon, your muffled noises turned to muffled moans. Your breath became quicker. His cold breath and hot tongue drove you insane. You reached your climax not long after. Giving your clit a last lick, Wriothesley sat beside you, he stroked your head softly.

“How was it darling? You wetted the bedsheet you know?”

Your mind was hazy. You whimpered and wiggled your body, signaling him to untie everything. Wriothesley kissed your cheek. Pretending he didn’t see that.

“Good girl… I bet you still want more, considering how slutty you are”

It was true. Your sopping wet hole was waiting for him. He didn’t touch it. Wriothesley took out some vibrators from the nightstand.  What was he planning? He doesn’t usually use those… He put one on your swollen clit and one on your each hard nipples. Put all of them on low setting. You let out frustrated whimpers.

“Unfortunately, I still have work to do. So I will let these please you while I’m busy.” He smiled at you as if nothing to worry about “I’ll be back shortly, okay? Be good.”

You shook your head, and your watery eyes begged him to stay, to release you. But he just walked out, not even looking back at you. He is not busy, Wriothesley knows how to manage his work-life balance. He had enough free time to love you, pamper you and set up a trap just for you.  He brewed a pot of tea. Its nice smell calmed him down. Wriothesley slowly enjoyed his cup, listening to his Kitten whimpering. Soon those turned to moaning and then frustrated sobbing. After finishing the whole pot, he went back to check on his poor darling.

The room had an utterly sweet smell, you were lying there, arching your back and hip to create more stimulation. The bedsheet between your legs was damped in your juice. You looked at Wriothesley like your savior. Your desperate pleading noises made him chuckle

“Aw my poor Kitten, can’t release by yourself?”

Finally he untied the vibrator, your wrists, ankles and your mouth. Your body was too sore to fight him at this time. You raised your trembling arm, clutching his clothes. You pleaded with him to help you, to fill you. He went back to your sweet part. He touched everywhere but your wet hole. However, you still came, letting out a cute loud moan that he loves so much.

Yet, it was not enough even though you’ve just had an orgasm. You begged him to put his thick member inside.

That was when your punishment started.

“Oh I don’t think so darling.”

“You said you hate me remember? So I decided to give you some time to think about it. If you hate me then you won’t need my cock right?” He stroked your cheek, as if he didn’t see your disbelief face.

He made sure to give you a hard time.

That when you realized: Before you aware of it, Wriothesley has trained you into a slut for his cock.

You missed it, you craved that thick hard cock of him. You missed the feeling it fills you, stretches your hole to its limit. 

Days after that, the punishment still went on.

Wriothesley still pleased and helped you orgasm. He can’t let you alone. Who knows what if his Kitten becomes too hungry and starts finding someone else to ask for food? But he denies putting inside you. No matter how many begs or tantrums you make. He completely ignored your poor hole. Even after you gave him a blow job.

Your mind was spinning. Every day you woke up, the only thought was you want the man holding you to JUST PUT his cock into you, fill you up, destroy you.

But Wriothesley kept saying no.

The whole week pass by without his cock, you became mad and shouted at him like a child, saying that you would ask a prisoner if he wouldn’t give it to you.

Oh… Your brain was so messed up so much that you dug yourself a hole again.

Wriothesley’s face turned dark.

“Oh really? Go ahead then. Let's see if there is someone out there who can please you like the way I do. Go ahead if you can find a cock better than me.”

It’s nearly impossible. You have been trained into a Kitten that even you know only Wriothesley can satisfy you now.

“And I was about to end the punishment. But based on what I heard just now, seems like you learned nothing. So let’s continue your punishment then.”

You realized your mistake and quickly apologized. But it was too late. Your hell time continues. You were so desperate to the state that you used your own fingers. But it was nothing compared to his cock. You cried in frustration and helpless. You felt so empty and lonely. Even his fingers would be paradise to you now.

So you started behaving like a good girl: Called Wriothesley as your “Master”, brewed tea for him, ate and slept on time, spent your day beside him, …

Your cunt wetted all the time. You weren't sure how long you can last before you turned mad and just crawled on the ground to beg for his cock.

One more week passed, finally Wriothesley pulled you into his lap, whispering “Will you be a good girl now?”

You quickly replied, you ground your sensitive part against his thigh.

“Y-Yes Master! Please I’m sorry… I’ll be a good girl… I’ll behave… please forgive me…”

He chuckled at your desperation.

“Do you need me?”

“Yes! I only need you! I love you! Please I’m yours… Please…”

You begged and cried

Wriothesley seemed pleased with your answer. His muscular arms spread your legs.

“Mmh… That’s my good girl. You must have felt empty these past two weeks huh? Let Master fill you.”

After these torturous times, you had what you wanted at long last. His cock entered your wet hole, stretching it while abusing your certain spot.

You clung tight on him. The stimulation was too intense for you. You came right after he entered and yet he started to move his member in and out. You moaned and cried because you struggled to accept this happiness. Your brain knows nothing but your Master and his cock now.

Wriothesley looked at your fucked out pretty state: tears and drools were all over your face, and your hole was so warm and soft, wrapped tightly on his cock. And more importantly, you are the behaved Kitten that loves him now. In the end, you’re his Kitten completely.

Part 1 || Ending 1 || Ending 2

[mizu-nights]

# night routine

★ — char ; toya

★ — notes ; hihi sakuuu !! this was a vv cute request and i had fun writing it hehe ^_^ I HAD A CUTE SPOTIFY PLAYLIST AS I WROTE THIS SO MAYBE THATS WHY I HAD FUN <3 i hope this is to your liking, have a nice day ☆

★ — requested by ; @sweetheartsaku

★ aoyagi toya :

a total sweetheart! he's an amazing boyfriend in general, but he specializes in simple acts of service once the sun sets.

while you're busy finishing up some things, maybe homework or a short shower, toya will prepare tea for both of you. and if you aren't a fan of tea, there's always other drinks that he has! just not coffee, of course. it's late, it'd be a horrible idea.

listens to your rambling and talking as you have your midnight snack. he's just... so smitten with you, it's insane. toya never thought he'd be this in love with someone, but he is, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"...you're gorgeous."

ah, that must have caught you off guard, no? he tends to randomly blurt out his thoughts about you as he admires you. but you don't exactly mind that, now do you?

knowing toya, he genuinely meant that. he wasn't just saying that to make you blush, he was saying that because he meant it. you're always insanely gorgeous to him, any time, any day. that realization is enough to make you blush—how did you get so lucky with him?

after you finish, it's off to the bathroom for your skincare routine and brushing your teeth. toya doesn't really have a skincare routine like you, but he always finds you so endearing to watch as you do it. he even asks you a few questions as you do it.

"hm? what's this product for?"

"oh, that's just a facial cleanser, toya. it's to make sure my face is completely clean!"

i'd imagine he'd try to sync his toothbrushing with you, like in the movies or cartoons. it's a little hard, but you find toya's effort adorable.

just like that, your night routine with toya came to an end. the thought of having to go to class tomorrow was absolutely dreadful, but at least you had your boyfriend to keep you company, right?

speaking of, as soon as the both of you climb into bed, toya opens his arms for you to go in so he can hold you. which you quickly agree to, without hesitation. toya's hands are naturally cold, but everything feels so warm once his arms are wrapped around you.

not to mention, his heartbeat is a calm, soothing melody that helps lull you to sleep. it's the kind of rhythm that makes you feel relaxed, appreciated... loved. just as you're about to go to dreamland, you feel a soft kiss on your forehead, followed by a quiet chuckle.

"good night, my love. i love you..."

he always makes sure you're comfortable and happy. not only that, he'll remind you that he adores you even before slumber. it doesn't matter if toya shows you his love physically, he wants to verbally confirm it as well. just to make sure you know.

[shiftingparadise]

Levi x Reader: I don't need your help

So, this was a request I got a couple of days ago from someone who isn't feeling really well. I'm working on your other requests, but I just wanted to finish this one to make them feel a little bit better. (So, I really hope you like this one and that you'll feel better soon). Enjoy reading and I hope everyone's doing fine 🤍.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1688

“Jean”, you grunted as you lifted another crate, “Get the others. We need to get these into the kitchen”. “Ai, L/N”, the young cadet quickly ran towards the training ground. “Should’ve waited until the evening”, you mumbled.

Why did the military police deliver crates full of food in the middle of a hot summer’s day? 

“Who does that?”, you frowned as you tried to watch your step, “Idiots”.

“Careful”. Two arms wrapped around the crate, “Hand it over”. “Tsk”, you slowly let go, “I can take some crates to the kitchen, Levi. Don’t need your help”. “I never said you couldn’t. Just don’t want you to hurt yourself”, he coldly replied. 

Perfect. Now you felt bad for snapping at him. 

“Don’t worry. Jean’s getting the others”, you watched as he put down the crate. “Good”, Levi rolled up his sleeves. 

You didn’t mean to stare, but did he have to look this good? 

“What?”, his cold eyes pierced through yours. “Nothing”, you hastily responded, eyes glued to the ground. “Tsk”, a small smirk as he stepped closer, “You’re cute when you get flustered”. “I-I’m not flustered”, you avoided his gaze. “Then why are you blushing?”, he gently lifted your chin, “See? Cute”. “F-fuck off”, you murmured. “You’re lucky I’ve got reports to finish”, he smiled before placing a swift kiss on your nose, “Don’t lift another crate. Let the cadets get them”. “Yeah, yeah”, you waved his concern away, “Don’t worry”. 

--- 

“Captain?”, Jean burst through the door of his office. “Ever heard of knocking, cadet?”. “B-but-“. “What?”. “Y/N, she’s hurt and-“. 

“What?”, he quickly pushed his chair back. “She was lifting a crate and suddenly she-“. “Where’s she?”. “We brought her to her room. She didn’t want to go to the infirmary-“. “Tsk”, Levi walked past his cadet, “Join Hange’s training for now”. “A-ai Captain”. 

He told you not to lift another crate, didn’t he? You were never going to hear the end of this, and your desperate plea to your cadets to keep this a secret was no good either. Their fear of their Captain was stronger. 

“Where? What happened?”. 

You almost fell out of bed at how suddenly your door flew open. 

“S-shit Levi, you scared m-“, “Are you okay? What happened?”, he hurried over to you, quickly lifting the sheets from your body. “I-it’s nothing”, you closed your eyes as you tried to change positions. “N-no don’t move!”, he blurted out, worry in his eyes, “I-I’m going to get Hange, and you’ll be fine. Okay? Just don’t move-“. “Levi”, you couldn’t help but smile, “I’m not dying, okay? Calm down”. “But-“. “It’s just my back”, you tried to reach out for his hand, but even the smallest of movements were too much. “S-shit”. “Y/N?”, worry in his voice as he heard the pain in your voice. “I’ve got a hernia”, you grunted, “I’m fine”. 

He couldn’t stand to see you in so much pain. You knew that, and you usually managed to hide it, but not this time. This was too much. 

“You’re not. I can’t stand to see you like this”, he sat down on the chair next to your bed. “Can you make me some tea? Something that will make me feel calm? I really want to get some sleep”. 

And when you wake up, you could pretend your pain was gone. 

“Of course. I’ll make some chamomile tea. Whom do you want here?”.  “Huh?”, you frowned at his strange question. “I’m not going to leave you here alone. So which cadet do you want to keep you company?”. 

“No one!”, you raised your voice, “I don’t need any help”. “I don’t care what you think you need, Y/N. You better choose someone, or I’ll pick Connie”. 

Connie was nice. He was a good cadet, but you couldn’t handle his random bursts of energy right now. 

“Fine! Just get Armin”. “Armin? Okay”, he coldly replied, “Don’t move”. 

--- 

“Here”, Levi carefully opened the door, “I’ve made you some tea”. “It smells nice”, Armin gently smiled as he grabbed the tray from Levi, “Should I place it here?”. 

Silence. 

“Y/N?”, the blonde quietly asked. “Just put it on her nightstand”, Levi replied without taking his eyes off you. “You can go, Armin”. “Ai Captain”, he saluted, “Get some rest, okay? I need my squad leader”. 

You didn’t respond. Even though they were trying to show some sympathy, to show they cared… 

“Drink this”, Levi sat down on the chair next to your bed, “You’ll feel better”. “Get out”, a quiet whisper. 

“No”. 

“I didn’t ask, Levi. Get out”, tears in your eyes. “I just want to help”. “I don’t need help”, your eyes still fixed on the ceiling. “Why are you acting like this?”. 

Why did his voice sound so fragile? 

“Get out”, you cleared your throat, “I don’t need your help”. “Here”, he ignored your objections, “Drink this”. “I said get out, Levi”, you raised your voice. 

Total silence. 

“Fine”, he coldly responded, “I’m sorry”. 

Sorry? 

“It’s fine if you don’t want my help, but I’d die before letting you rot in this cold room”, one last look before he closed the door. As if he was waiting for you to ask him to stay. 

But you weren’t going to. You didn’t need help. 

“Tea smell’s nice”, you grunted as you tried to sit up straight. You weren’t going to let his tea go to waste, even if you were angry. 

“Y/N?”, Armin’s soft voice through your door, “Can I come in?”. 

Right. That’s what he meant. 

“S-shit”, you ignored him as you tried to grab the cup. “How hard can it be?”, you grunted as you tried to ignore your pain. 

This was bound to happen, wasn’t it? With your shaking hands, your unsteady grip… 

“Y/N?”, Armin quickly opened the door as he heard the tray fall onto the ground. “What happened? Are you okay?". 

This was it. 

“I’m fine!”, sudden tears streaming down your face, “I don’t need help. I’m fine!”. 

What a joke. A squad leader crying for a cup of tea. 

“That’s fine”, Armin slowly walked toward the cup, “I know you can take care of yourself, but isn’t it nice when someone takes care of you for once?”. 

No. Yes… Wait, no. You didn’t need a babysitter. 

“You know”, the boy continued, “Captain Levi really cares about you. I know I’m not supposed to tell you but… I think I saw him crying. Can you believe that? Captain Levi?”. 

Yes. You knew what a fragile soul he hid underneath his cold exterior. 

“Anyway”, he once again continued, “I think he was crying because you’re hurt. He just wants to help”. 

You knew that. 

“Do you need anything?”, the blonde cadet handed you a glass of water. “No”, you coldly replied, reluctantly grabbing the cup. 

You knew it wasn’t his fault. That he was just obeying his Captain, but you didn’t need someone to babysit you. 

“I’m sorry you’re hurt”, he softly added, “I hope you’ll feel better soon”. “Thanks, Armin”. “You seem mad”. “I am”, you sighed. “Why?”. “Because I don’t want to feel like this”. “I understand”, the blonde gently placed the cup back on your nightstand, “But wouldn’t you do the same for me, or for Captain Levi?”. 

That’s different. 

“Imagine if Captain Levi’s hurting. You’d be worried too, right?”. “I guess so”, you lowered your eyes. “So why can’t he be worried about you?”. 

Always thinking about others. 

“I’m sorry”, you quietly responded, “I don’t want to be a burden”. “What a strange idea”, he gently smiled. “Why?”, you tried to look at him. “Remember when Connie fell and hurt his knee?”. “I do”. “You wanted him to stay in bed for three days. You brought him tea, food, … You played games with him during our training, so he wouldn’t feel alone”. 

But this wasn’t the same. They were just kids. 

“That’s because-“, “Because you care for us, right?”. “Hm”, you quietly agreed. “Captain Levi cares about you, more than anything. You don’t see the way he looks at you when you’re training us, or when you’re cutting our hair… He really loves you”. 

And you loved him. 

“Armin?”, you asked after a couple of minutes. “Yes? Do you need anything?”. “Can you… Can you get Levi?”. “Of course”, he saluted you, “If there’s anything you need, let me know”. “Thank you, Armin”. 

God, that kid could convince anyone. You couldn’t help but see Erwin in him. 

--- 

“You asked for me?”, Levi slowly opened the door. “I’m sorry”, once again tears streaming down your cheek, “I didn’t mean to-“. “Don’t cry, please”, he gently wiped the tears away, “You don’t need to apologize”. “I’m hurting, Levi. It hurts so bad”, you sobbed, wanting nothing more than to hug him. “I know”, pain in his voice, “You need to rest, okay?”. “I don’t want to!”. “You need to, Y/N”. 

“W-where are you going?”, you felt his hand slip away from your face. “I’m going to make some tea. Something to relieve your pain. I’ll be back soon, okay?”. “O-okay”. “Try to sleep a little. Your body needs it”. 

--- 

A couple of weeks passed, and you finally managed to go on small walks. You managed to – reluctantly – accept Levi’s help. 

“I don’t care what you’re doing”, you could hear Levi’s voice from the kitchen. “I don’t care if you’re training, eating, sleeping… If she needs anything, you’ll help her. Understood?”. 

“Ai Captain”, the voices of your cadets rang through the wooden door. 

“Good. Now, I know she’ll pretend to be fine, but she isn’t. So don’t let her pick anything up, don’t let her train you, don’t let her cook anything, don’t let her… Just don’t let her do anything on her own”. 

“Ai captain”. 

You wanted to get mad again, to tell them you didn’t need someone to take care of you, but … Maybe it did feel nice to be taken care of. To let people show you how much they care. 

“Tsk, that idiot”, you smiled, “I should’ve known he wasn’t going to let me off the hook just yet”. 

[amive2567]

idk how to do this todoroki hot chocolate cuddling stuff idk ok its 6 in the morning and I've been up for 30 hours

Ingreadients: Shoto Todoroki x gn!Reader, Toya Todoroki (Dabi) x gn!Reader, Natsuo Todoroki x gn!Reaer, Fuyumi Todoroki x gn!Reader Contains: cute cuddles, mention of spiders, tiny argument, overworking, not really proofread Type of order: hot chocolate (fluff), macarons (headcanonss), bubble tea (request) A/N: You've been up for 30hours?! Jeez I hope you can finaly get some sleep soon. Don't overwork yourself please. Thank you for your request. I didn't know which Todoroki you ment so I wrote something for the whole bunch of siblings. ❤

Shoto Todoroki:

you were just tired and all you wanted to do is to cuddle up with your boyfriend of the couch

tiredly you stepped through the door of your apartment, you undressed your shoes and walked into the kitchen to get yourself something to eat

the shower could be heard and you knew that Shoto was showering right now (obviously)

He must have come home a bit earlier than you 

You stood there in the kitchen exhausted, but now you wanted to cook your boyfriend a nice meal

thawed food was not the stuff you wanted to eat right now and delivery food just didn’t suited the situation now you thought

you sorted out all the ingredients for some good old easy fried rice

while you prepared everything and started cooking you boyfriend entered the kitchen

“Welcome home, love.” he hummed and hugged you from behind

he was just as tired as you were

“Hi, honey. How was your day?” you asked, while attempting to hide your tiredness

“Tiring. We only had paperwork and it was boring.” he mumbled and nuzzled his head in the crook in your neck

he became comfortable to physical touch after years of your relationship and everytime he was tired he acted like the touch starved boy he is

“When are you done with cookin? I wanna cuddle.” he mumbled pouting. 

“It’s almost done.'' We will eat something and then we can cuddle. I really need some cuddle time right now.” 

After the food was finished you ate

After that you changed into your sleep attire and went to bed

“Now is cuddle time.” you announced and Shoto immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly

You could hear his heartbeat and it was just perfectly calming

Your hands massaged his scalp and he sighed relaxed

“You are the most perfect partner. I am so thankful for you.” he whispered into the darkness of the room

your heart swelled with love, but taking and replying to compliments was still hard

“Says you. You make me feel alive, like I can finally be myself again. Thank you for being there after a horrible day.” 

The serenity filled the room 

He shuffled towards your face and kissed you on the cheek

“My love, we should go to sleep now after this exhausting day.”

You knew him so well you new his cheeks were blushed

“You’re right. Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you more, love”

Toya/Dabi Todoroki:

The heist went wonderful and all of you went back into your hiding

“Go to sleep, we will discuss our next mission tomorrow.” grumbled Shigaraki

“Sleep well shiggy.” hummed Toga as she walked to her room

The other ones also disappeared and Dabi finally talked to you again

“What the fuck were you thinking? Kurogiri nearly needed to take you to this motherfucker Overhaul.” he tried not to scream, but it was still to loud

“I just protected you.” you shrugged your shoulders and went into your shared room

“You risked getting caught and hurt. The heroes don’t give a damn about our lives. You could have fucking died.” he yelled by now

You felt guilty and you tried to avoid his gaze

He put his fingers under your chin and made you look up to him

“‘m sorry, but I can’t lose you. You’re the first person to make me feel like I am worth something and not a total loser. I just need you, you are my real family.”

You didn’t know what to say or what to think, so you just hugged him

He also wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed your head

“You’re not going to lose me. We live a risky life, but I will stay by your side. Always” you mumbled at his chest

You stayed like this for sometime, but your legs got tired

“Can we lay down, my leg is still hurting?”

He simply nodded and carried you on the slowly crumbling bed

He never interrupted his touch on your body

Even after you fall asleep, he still hugged you

Natsuo Todoroki:

The energies, the coffee and the zero sleep made i hard to concentrated on the book in front of you

The illustrations and letters were just one colorful soup on paper

You stopped reading and walked to the dorm of your boyfriend

Health students were the unlucky ones who had to have classes until afternoon

So you could maybe take a quick nap in his room 

BUt as you entered his room he was already there

“Had a good day, babe?” he asked you as you entered

You just shook your head and instantly set on his lap

“Sweety, you should really take more care of yourself. Drinking coffee and energys doesn’t help you with studying.” 

he stroked your back soothingly

“I am just so stressed. Everybody has good grades and I am just passing. I want to be better.” 

“But you’re destroying yourself. The grates of the others don’t matter as long as you are healthy it’s alright. Passing is pretty great in college. You are such a smart person. Besides that (your major) is a pretty hard subject, you will be fine.”

You hummed in disbelief, but didn’t wanted to argue, since Natsuo always had his way to cheer you up

He would be a great doctor in the future

He hugged you tighter and hummed a song to you

With every second you grew more tired and you finally drifted off to sleep

Fuyumi Todoroki:

The kids finally were able to go home and Fuyumi waved them goodbye

She got her bag and papers and also left the school

You've been waiting a few minutes to pick her up from her work, just like every day

She opened the door of the car and entered it

“Hey, honey. How was your day? Did the kids pay attention?” you asked her with a bright smile

“Hey. They were playing a prank today and put a fake spider into my desk.” she smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes

“Oh no. Nasty children. Are you alright? They didn't meant to scare you that badly I assumed.” You patted her back awkwardly in the small car

“It’s fine. I just want to go home”

you drove off and got her home

Accompanied by a pleasant silence you entered the apartment

“Lets forget about the day and just cuddle on the couch.” you said and walked towards the coll leather sofa

“But what about..” she started, but you silenced her with a kiss. “That can wait. We can do it tomorrow.” 

You guided her towards the couch and put a blanket around you two

“Are you comfortable?” you asked and she nodded in response

You held her close and creased through her white hair

“I hate spiders. I was so frightened.”

“I know darling. Tell your students please that they should never pull another prank like that.”

Your grip tightened around her 

You just wanted her to finally feel safe

[treasureswordsgirl55]

Nice To Meet You, Baby

Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Mentions: DID

Warnings ⚠️: Fluff. So fluff. Sexual Tension. The Boys and Reader are friends. First Meeting. Post!Moon Knight.

Author's Note: Hello everybody!

I'm posting this fic again 'cause I'm having troubles with my tumblr account and this fic doesn't appear in my main page So.... Here we go, again.

I'm here again with the fic that my beautiful cat Atlas (She) delete it from my laptop yesterday.

I re-write the best I could (and remember) and this is the result.

The Moon Boys deserves all the love in the universe. (And that "Baby" from Marc was enough for my heart ❤️)

I hope you like this one and thanks for all the reblogs, likes and comments. All of them are always appreciated! 💖💖

For last, welcome to my new followers and readers, enjoy the reading!

XOXO 😘 Noe!

🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹

- Steven?

I hear the sound of running water from the kitchen and as soon as I get closer, I see that Steven is finishing rinsing the dishes we used for dinner.

When we finished dinner, we had a little fight about who should wash them, and as much as I wanted to impose on it, he won the verbal battle claiming that, this time, I was his guest. So I didn't have to do anything.

I watch him for a few seconds, enjoying the familiarity of his movements as well as his home state, where he is more relaxed and natural than usual and I hear him mutter under his breath about self-inflicted silence, self-control, the restraints on his bed and I have no doubt that he is talking to Marc, his other identity.

Steven had changed a lot since I last saw him, and accepting Marc as a vital part of him helped the process along. Although I don't know Marc, I guess he's similar to Steven, because they seem to complement each other very well and that suits him, who no longer seems like the man who seemed to be stalked by the devil to take him to his personal hell.

- Steven? - He turns quickly with the yellow cloth in his hand while he gives me a shy and warm smile - I didn't mean to....

- Sorry, I was talking to Marc.

I nod as I get close enough to lean against the book-strewn table that faces the small kitchen, watching Steven put the rag away in one of the cupboard drawers before turning his attention back to me.

- From the way you murmured, I assumed you didn't want me to listen... Does Marc not want me here?

I joke as Steven walks over to me with a cup of tea and hands it to me as I nod my thanks before taking a sip and keeping from letting out a groan.

English Breakfast before bed is heaven for me.

Steven shakes his head as he leans against the kitchen table, crossing his arms over his chest.

"How come I haven't met her before, Steven? After everything we've been through together, are you hiding things from me now?"

- Quite the contrary - He mutters somewhat distractedly while smiling at something that he only listens to - He really likes the idea that you're here... Just like me.

I nod as I pick up the cup and take another sip of tea, trying to make my action cover the blush that invades my cheeks at his words, but I see that I fail miserably when I see that he laughs.

- You've become more confident.

He walks over to my side with his mug and sits on the free edge of the table, where he pushes aside the books about Area 51 and the secret US projects that rest on it.

- Marc helps - he lets out a sigh and several of his curls fall on his forehead with the movement of his head - He's upset that he didn't know about you before.

He lets out a laugh that echoes around his apartment as he takes a sip of tea from his mug and frowns at it.

- Let me guess... Marc hates tea and you love it.

"Steven... I need to meet her. Someone who knows I hate tea without knowing me is worth it."

- So much notice?

- Too much For a moment you made a face as if you were disgusted by tea - We both smiled and I let myself go for the moment, seeing him relaxed, calm and relaxed, and I approached him, leaving the cup in my place on the table, Enough to corner him against the table and I watch him as if discovering a treasure just by looking at him. He's so beautiful that makes my heart ache and just looking at him made my day better. I am so in love with him that with these moments of mutual company I am satisfied. I take a deep breath and reach up until I rest it on his shoulder and stroke my fingertips down his neck, close to where I can feel his pulse faster - What... what are you doing?

"Let me meet her Steven, it will only be a moment. I won't bite her... unless she wants to, of course"

- Can he hear me? Will I ever be able to meet him?

Steven swallows hard but leans in when my fingers caress his chin and he lets out a sigh through his parted lips. I take a step closer, almost placing myself between his legs and try not to enjoy the closeness between us, but it becomes impossible when those moments seem too intimate to let them pass.

I feel my heart pounding against my chest and my breathing quickens until it's on par with Steven's, his eyes closed for a second and I imagine he's mine, mine to hold, to listen to him complain about Donna, to see it when I wake up in the morning and fall asleep at night, to enjoy it in ways I only imagine in the depths of my consciousness.

"Shit, let me in, Steven. If you don't make a move, I will."

- Yes Yes. He is always there. It's not that he has anything else to do, in fact, the only thing he does is annoy me - He opens his eyes and doesn't move away from my hand, but the flash of his gaze makes it darker and different from his sad look that usually accompanies him.

"Steven… I'll pretend not to hear that last part. Stop diverting your emotions and enjoy the her closeness. Move your hands up her body and caress her like she's doing with us… Tell her to come closer"

- He's listening to you - Steven's voice reaches my ears in the form of a whisper that makes a shiver run through my body while I feel his trembling hands rest on both sides of my waist - He wants you to come closer.

- Co.... Come closer? - Fear invades me for a moment and as if I had a thread attached to my back that pulls me, I take a step back fearing succumbing to Steven's closeness, to the warmth of his body that invites me to snuggle against him, to that scent to mint and shower gel that his body gives off that makes me addictive and the beating of my big love for him that clouds my good judgment for a few moments. I blink trying to clear my thoughts and take another step back, moving away from that line that I know that once I cross I won't be able to go back but one of his hands surrounds my wrist tightly stopping any movement on my part, and I feel his arm go by behind my waist and pins me in place preventing me from moving further away from him.

It takes me a moment to realize that those attitudes are not typical of Steven… Marc pulls me into his arms, leaving me standing completely between his legs and being locked in his arms, unable to pull me away. As soon as I look up from his chest, I meet those brown eyes wrapped in a more serious expression than usual, which sends a kind of chill down my spine, making me feel different, as if he wants our contact.

Or the contact of my body against his.

I raise my head a little since he is standing straighter and seems a few inches taller than Steven, but in his eyes there is not a hint of that insecurity and fun that Steven's eyes conveyed, but his gaze conveys security, confidence and a lot of, a lot of attraction.

I don't have to ask to know it's about Marc, but I still do.

- Marc?

He nods as he tightens his grip around my waist and pulls me even closer to him, to the point where I have to brace my hands against his chest to keep from falling onto him or ending up on his lap.

I close my eyes listening to his deep voice with a clear American accent, very different from Steven's characteristic British accent and I try not to make a fool of myself in our first meeting.

- Nice to meet you, baby.

[monocaelia]

feat. university student!kaveh.

note : nothing is out abt kaveh rn LOL so forgive me if he's not biblically accurate.

distant grumbling and periodic shouts of frustration fill your ears as soon as you step foot into your lover's apartment. it's midterm season, meaning many exams and due dates were piling on top of students and causing them to panic and pull all-nighters to get everything done on time only for the process to repeat once more as finals come barreling in around the corner.

luckily for you, your exams were done and dealt with and you just needed to add a few finishing touches on your assignment before turning it in to your professor in a couple days.

unfortunately for kaveh, he shot a bit too far for his architecture assignment and now he's reaping what he sowed for himself by agonizing over his project due the next morning. knowing your boyfriend, you assume he hasn't had proper time to wind down or sleep for the past couple of days as they were filled with frantic attempts to complete his sculpture before the impending due date.

you had assumed your lover's roommate needed to study and cram as well, but imagine your surprise when he nonchalantly called you over nonchalantly in the middle of exam season.

"he's being quite pesky with his outbursts and i find it hard to finish my readings when he's being louder than normal," al haitham's deep, calm voice called through your akasha. "deal with him as i want to come home to peace and quiet and not to a distressed kaveh."

so here you were, snacks in one hand and a warm tea for kaveh in the other, to save your stressed out boyfriend from his deadly assignments and an annoyed al haitham.

a gentle knock on kaveh's door alerts the blond of your arrival, his head tilting up from his desk and eyes of amber flitting up to meet your gaze. he's a mess; his pins have been pulled out of his hair as his hands had run their way through it one too many times and the feather that's normally tucked behind his ear lays safely on the edge of his bed. it's quite a shock to find your lover in a state other than the perfect image he normally presents himself as, but your heart still melts at the sight of him regardless of how he looks.

"dove? i didn't know you were coming, had i known-"

"oh don't worry, al haitham called me over."

his eyebrows furrow together and a look of confusion and mild disgust grows on his face. "him? you know, he's not even the slightest stressed out as a student. honestly, it looks like he doesn't even care what grade he gets on his exams and assignments. but get this, dear, he always gets the highest scores for everything even when he never studies! isn't that insane?"

your boyfriend huffs before staring back at his nearly complete (unfinished and horrid to him) sculpture on his desk. "must be nice to be so good at everything with little to no effort. i've got to make everything perfect or it just isn't good enough."

"and that's exactly why i'm here, love," you calmly say, placing the warm cup of tea in your hand in front of your lover. "and don't say that you don't have the time. you're nearly done with your sculpture and there's no harm in letting your brain recharge before digging back in."

with a sigh of defeat, kaveh takes the cup of tea from you, his rough fingertips brushing against your knuckles briefly before the cup is removed wholly from your hands. you grin in victory, placing a gentle kiss on your boyfriend's temple before sitting at his bedside and patting the space beside you, in which he obliges after taking a sip of his tea and placing it down.

almost like clockwork, his head falls to your lap and your hands find their way to the sea of golden strands that flow from kaveh's head, fingers gently combing through them and watching the light shine with each movement. it's soft, as expected from kaveh. he takes pride in maintaining his appearance, especially his hair and his face. you've recalled his gasps of horror when you told him your initial skin routine before he demanded the two of you do skincare together.

and you'd be damned if you said the skincare didn't work wonders. despite the stress and lack of relaxing your lover is currently experiencing, his skin is still glowing and smooth as ever. you're quite envious, if you're being honest, but you can't tell him that in fear of his ego getting any bigger.

"i brought snacks, if you wanted to eat them for brain food," you bring up, smiling when his amber eyes open and meet your gaze once more. as with everything he was, his eyes were even more beautiful. it was as if staring straight into fresh sunlight with the way they glowed and shimmered. what a delight to know that he only looked at you in this way.

"feed them to me?"

he's sitting up with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

your eyes roll at his request before leaning forward to place a kiss on his forehead. you don't get far though, as his hand gently presses your head towards him again so you could kiss his lips.

it was a short kiss, nothing too exciting or eventful. but you would be lying if it still didn't make your heart flutter with the way his lips, soft and plump, moved against yours.

as you pulled away, you couldn't hide the way the smile grows more and more on your lips. archons... you were so in love with this pretty, perfectionist of a student and you didn't know if your heart could handle the emotions this man made you feel.

so, instead of voicing them to him, you just kissed him again and again and again. until your heart had its fill of your cute boyfriend and he was satisfied with the affection he needed from you.

[necros-writing-stuff]

Okay Okay here’s my Ghost getting a noncon blowjob discord ramble - gn nurse, possibly OOC on Ghost’s behalf. He’s having a rough few days (got stabbed, having PTSD symptoms from childhood).

I won’t be using the main Ghost tags cause most people there don’t seem into the dead dove.

So the 141 got a new nurse to help out at base. They're quiet at first before opening up to everyone, but it's not hard to see that they seem to have a hard time talking to Ghost. But it's Ghost, he thinks that answering "Affirmative," to a simple question constitutes as a conversation, so no one can really blame their nurse for only giving the Lt. a brief smile as they pass him in the corridors and never more.

That's until he comes back passed out from a leaking stab wound. The lads had gone out drinking, just a local bar. Ghost had had a few, and as they'd started stumbling their way back to the base (walking that far seems fun when you're hammered), he'd stopped to take a piss in an alley. Hadn't seen the guy shaking behind a skip, clutching a knife. He'd had too many, letting his guard down for once in his damn life - and now he's paying for it.

Countless missions around the world. A shitty ass childhood. Nuclear bombs going off not even mile away from him. And it's some fuckin’ back-alley nutcase that manages to get a good enough hit to kill him.

Thankfully, it doesn't actually kill him. But he does feel confused when he wakes up in the medical bay, the newest nurse prodding at his side and making him wince. They flinch as soon as they notice he's awake, as if they'd been caught doing something wrong. He notices, with relief, that he's still got a mask on. Hides the quirk of his lips at seeing them so jumpy.

"You're conscious, that's good," they mutter quietly, slinking off before he can ask how the fuck he got here. He probably yelled out when he'd been shanked, the lads coming and dealing with it and dragging his sorry arse home.

The doc comes in soon enough, gives him the lowdown. He's on bedrest for the next week. Because the knife knicked his small intestine and its a bitch to heal, along with some pain meds and steroids to get him up and rolling as soon as he can manage. Shit.

Ghost hates being stuck inside. Hates that every fucking thing he does is being monitored "for his health" and that its that nurse that has to do it because doctors don't waste their time on helping patients waddle to the loo and the other nurses are on leave since the squad were all on breaks. He hates the feeling of being high on those painkillers.

And fuck Soap and Gaz, too. Coming to visit just to tease him as Ghost's personal little tender switches out his gauze. They try to get them to join in, but they just give a tight-lipped smile before finishing up and running away again.

"The fuck you even do to them? They act like you tried to kill them once." Soap shakes his head, eyes following as the nurse disappears beyond the closing door.

"Nothing I'm aware of," Ghost huffs, shifting his hips and trying to get more comfortable, ignoring the pain in his stomach, “but at least they make a nice cup of tea.” That gets a chuckle and some jokes at his “Too English” expense.

Lying in bed all day is starting to make his body ache, he wants to be out, wants to go on the longest fucking run of his life. But every time he moves there's still that telltale sharp pain.

He's stubborn. But he's not stupid. He knows to be a good boy and follow the doc's orders, or he'll fuck himself up even worse and won't be back in the field for a long, long time.

He misses it. Misses the adrenaline of it all, the justified rage that can take over him so much it plateaus out into a calm coolness that helps him kill with all that precision. Like therapy to him, that. A fucked up form of therapy, sure. But it helps him not take it out on those that don't deserve it.

The lads leave him for the night, and he sighs as he settles in to sleep. The nurse comes back, closes the curtain around his bed and mutters quietly that they'll be back at 6am to check on him, but to press the button if he needed anything. He just nods, waiting to hear the door close before he takes the mask off and places it on the side.

He's never been one to sleep much, but he comes to prefer mornings in the bay. His body feels looser then, relaxed for reasons he can't figure out. Still, he never let him self sleep in. Never slept past 5am on a good day, and it seems tonight is no different. Ghost wakes up in the pitch-blackness of the medical bay, groaning and stiff.

Because someone's between his legs with their tongue lapping at his cock like a thirsty mutt. There's a mix of feelings bubbling in his chest. Anger, sure. Confusion. Fear that he's being sexually assaulted in his own base by an anonymous abuser. He half thinks he's dreaming, but the little licks are too sharply pleasant to be imaginary.

He stops moving as the tongue halts, the owner pausing to guess if he had woken up or not. He fakes sleep, keeping his breathing even until his assailant goes back to violating him. Slowly, his hand creeps from the mattress, finding the switch for the lamp.

He flips it on, surprised to be met with the wide stare of his nurse. Deer in the headlights, that's the look.

He doesn't speak. Isn't exactly sure what to say. It being that nurse is only confusing him more. They avoid him, always. As much as they can. Yet they're the one making his dick leak pre with the sweet attention they give.

There's a long, long period of silence as they stare each other down, a game of chicken to see if he'll pounce and start pummelling or if they'll run away before he can.

He doesn't expect them to slowly start licking again, one, two, three stripes of their tongue up and down before sucking him as far into their eager mouth as he can go.

So many things he's done. So many experiences that few things surprised him anymore, yet since the night of being stabbed he's had more new experiences than in the past, oh, 5 years at least. Not good ones, that's for sure.

His breath catches as they suck particularly hard, an odd noise coming from his throat as his mouth falls open and his hips jolt.

They don't break eye contact the entire time, and he's suddenly very aware that the mask is off. But they've already seen his face - and evidently a lot more.

His brain starts working again, patterns he hadn't realised were there falling into place. He always feels better in the mornings. More relaxed, his body pleasantly tired in that way he would get after the occasional (very rare) wank he granted himself. This isn't the first time his little helper had done this. But how hadn't he noticed-

Pain meds. They'd knocked him out right good for the night. His dose was reduced this morning.

He still doesn't know what to do. It makes him feel vulnerable in a way that he hasn't felt since he was a kid, being tormented by his father - by his brother hanging down from the top bunk whispering with that mask on. He can't look away, can only stare wide-eyed as he grunts and moans before his head lolls back just from how good it feels.

He's breathing hard, the addition of his nurse's hands gently massaging the base of his cock and a thumb making tiny little teasing circles on his ball-sack sending him over the edge shamefully quickly.

They swallow everything. Pull off of him with a sickeningly wet pop before putting him away clinically as if they'd just been examining his dick for medical purposes.

"You should catch some more sleep, sir," they whisper, leaning over and clicking the lamp off before they leave him alone in that dark room once more.

He's trembling now. Stuck gazing up at the tiles in the ceiling as his head drifts away. It's not right. None of that was okay. So why the fuck didn't he do something to make it stop? Why couldn't he move, speak, fucking blink Morse code?

He’s not some kid. He’s a trained soldier, the one called when you want the job done with as few loose strings as humanly possible. With no traces, no evidence, no photos. So why?

Why does he let them do it again in the morning, with a happy little smile on their face as he wonders where the fuck Ghost went and Simon Riley took his place.

[hiddenfangsbutdeadlysmile]

A Little Trip Back

Malia had her eyes half closed, a joint loosely hung from held fingertips. The cool air was a pleasant contrast against the hot water of the bath she was lounging in, the room smelt heavy, earthy with a hint of light florals underneath.

She had needed to just destress, relax, and ground herself after a particularly nasty court battle her firm had gotten mixed up in. Serves her right, she supposed, turning a blind eye as some of her less experienced lawyers began to entertain bribes.

It had been a long and gruelling two months, stuck in the city of London but that was behind her. It was sorted. Little human judges given enough fabricated evidence to clear everything.

Thank God.

Taking another deep hit, the smoke was released slowly from her lungs, floating above her before slowly dissipating. Malia never smoked often, it very rarely led to good thoughts but it certainly hit the spot to calm her shot nerves. Better than any tea any of her pointy-eared friends had ever given her.

She found herself thinking soon of simpler times, gentler times when she hadn't been alone in such a large house to herself.

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There was a soft giggle paired with the sound of the rustle of fabric and the blonde-haired vampire rolled her eyes, listening to her sister attempt to sneak into their shared bedroom. The air taking on a grassy scent.

"Are you drunk by chance my dear sister?" Malia called over her shoulder, keeping her eyes firmly facing forward, hands pausing in the braid she'd been making, her hair pulled over her shoulder.

There was a pause before she could see her sister's illusion drop as the door shut and there she was, Lucinda. She could see her standing there in the reflection of the mirror, cheeks flushed, a bright smile on her face and a. . .why were those roses in her arms?

"I am quite insulted at the notion of such! I? drunk? sister you surely must be joking" Lucinda teased, her voice just a touch higher in pitch than Malia's.

Malia simply sent her sister a raised eyebrow, and watched as she giggled more and stumbled towards her side of the room, dropping the roses quite unceremoniously onto the floor as she fell down onto her bed.

"You will need to change out of that dress you know, Mother will know something is off when she comes in to wake us later and you are still in yesterday's clothes." Malia warned, shaking her head slightly at the high-pitched whine noise that filled the room "Or get caught, I really do not mind. Quite frankly Father and I would enjoy the show over breakfast"

"He would not!" Came the indignant squeak of her younger twin and she bit her tongue, watching as Lucinda rocketed up into a sitting position and groaned, clutching her head "Oooooo too fast"

"I really do doubt Mother's insistence, I was the one she dropped as a babe"

"You sound far too pleased right now, please stop talking"

"Hmmm" Malia tapped her lip with a finger before shaking her head "No I don't think I will"

Her sister's whine got a quiet laugh out of her as she finished up her sleeping braid and stood.

Walking over to Lucinda, quietly mumbling under her breath, she moved her sister's hands off her head and gently replaced them with her own. Now magically cooled. Aware that her sister always ran quite hot after she had been drinking.

"Oh, that is nice" Lucinda sighed, leaning into her sister and Malia laughed again, quietly.

"You are welcome, once the room has stopped spinning, I will help you get dressed into your bed clothes then I expect to be given something for my silence"

"You ruined it"

Malia snorted, smiling softly as Lucinda giggled at the sound

"If I recall, you requested, Nay demanded something to keep your silence when I came back late one evening smelling of Mr O'Connell's Lavender bushes with deep marks on my neck sister, I dare say, this is a similar situation?" She directed her question with a poignant look and playful grin

"It might be" Lucinda replied, fluttering her lashes dramatically before both of them leaned against each other, giggling messes. After the giggle fit had passed, Malia helped her sister out of her baby-blue day dress, the bottom of the hem covered in grass stains, and into her bedclothes, a simple white slip-on. Leaving her sister to slip under the sheets while she scooped up the roses and walked over to the empty vase they had on the window.

"They'll look quite nice here" Malia announced, arranging them neatly before walking over to their bedroom door, locking it and walking over to her own bed.

"They do" Lucinda said with a dreamy sigh, staring at them with a soft expression on her face and Malia snickered

"Alright who was this night's escapade with?" she prompted and Lucinda burst into giggles before recounting her with a tale of a late-night stroll through the family gardens then the forest beyond, how the roses had just appeared in her company's hand as if by magic and how their first kiss was in a moonlit grove, soft purple flowers blooming all around them. Trying to be subtle but failing as she dodged the question of 'Who'

Malia let her recount the events, making appropriate noises here and there while not questioning much. She was curious but not enough to hound her sister, like a milkmaid wanting town gossip, about who her mystery date had been.

She would tell her in due time.

Malia could tell by the way Lucinda's words slowed and her breathing along with it, that her twin was falling asleep and thus went quiet. Waiting until she fell asleep before using some magic to pull Lucinda's blankets higher, under her chin just the way she liked it, and to douse the fire lighting the room.

"Goodnight" she whispered quietly to the air, tucking herself in under her heavy woollen blankets and closing her eyes.

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Opening them again in the 21st century, the memory already fading but she remembered still how it had ended.

Breakfast the next morning had been a delightful affair, their mother had suspected Lucinda had snuck out but had no proof and after being promised that she would get help with her chores that day, Malia had kept her mouth shut. Backing up her sister.

She still remembered how their father had turned to them both, a smile on his lips after her mother had left for the morning and asked them both if they'd just lied to their dear poor old mother.

Never being ones to lie to their father, they had simply adored him too much to even entertain the thought, Lucinda had confessed and the laughter that had filled the room brought a small smile to her face.

Her Mother, if she could even still call her that, had turned so cold, cut off after her Father died. The beginning of the large rift that now stood between mother and daughter.

Of course only to her, Lucinda had been the golden child and that never changed, even after Malia had tried to apologise years after grief had finally stopped tinting her vision but well.

There were just too many things that had been said on both sides and that had only compounded since then. Her mother and sister only ever visited when they needed something which was not often.

And she was only ever courteous, never kind, only doing what she needed to to not break the rules of hospitality.

She groaned loudly and snuffed out her blunt, tucking it back into the porcelain container she kept her drugs in before dunking herself under the water. Entertaining the idea of letting the warm water fill her lungs for a moment before dismissing the notion, it would take her hours to get it all back out again.

Surfacing, she stood, her two towels flying over as she stepped onto the mat she had in front of the bath. The longer towel wrapping around her body as she clicked her fingers, the other towel beginning to dry her hair.

There was a pop as the bath began to drain and she thought through her options before heading towards the kitchen.

She was feeling quite thirsty and believed she still had some blood from the young blue-dyed haired artist she met last week.

Time to put all thoughts of family quite firmly out of her head.

[dear-mrs-otome]

A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing - IkeVamp (Theo, NSFW)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire Characters: Theo/Female MC Rating: E - explicit Warnings: 18+, NS/FW, biting, dirty talk Summary: After a bad day, the only thing he wants is her. 5k words of absolutely no plot - just the smuttery that happens when Theo's woman wears his shirt. (This is my BELATED part of the exchange set up by @ikemenlibrary for the lovely @princessranran - life threw me for a crazy loop this week but I'm happy to finally get this to you!)

It wasn’t the door’s fault, Theo had to remind himself. Staying his hand before it slammed the broad entrance of the manor shut in what he knew would have been a thunderous crash, and instead closing it with a soft snick of sound. Not the door or the house or his own or anyone’s fault that there still existed pigheaded people even in this so-called ‘enlightened’ day and age.

The sour dregs of the failed meeting with his latest client still sat bitter on his palate as he shucked his long jacket and cap, shaking them out and hanging them meticulously as if seeking some measure of calm in the rote ritual. His urge to murder someone barehanded had faded by the time he finished, but his foul mood still persisted.

He knew there was only one place, and one person in this house, who could truly do anything about that.

His long strides ate up the length of stairs and corridors that led to her room, feet unerringly finding the way after all these repeated trips, and by the time he’d lifted his hand to knock at her door the worst of his fury had banked itself and a different sort of fire was stoking deep in his belly. One born of anticipation and the intimate knowledge of just how divinely one woman’s blood gilded his tongue.

“Hondje,” he called as he rapped softly on the wood panels of her door, still not wanting to wake her if she slept. He wasn’t that much of an ass. “Are you up?”

There was a sliver of light beneath her door that had given him hope, and he soon heard the whisper of sheets being thrown back and the soft pad of bare feet on hardwood approaching the door. She opened it, only to lean against the doorjamb, her arms crossed and a crooked grin tilting her lips that made everything wrong with the world suddenly seem somewhat more right.

“Well hello, what a surprise,” she drawled playfully in greeting. “You’re back rather late.”

“Hello yourself. Nice sleepwear,” he rumbled back, one brow arching slightly as he took in her state of dishabille and the very familiar garment she wore.

The only garment she wore, he realized. His own button-up, looking comically large and more akin to a shift than a shirt on her.

Whatever warmly spiced soap and shampoo she had used in her bath wafted towards him, mingling with the lingering remnants of his own cologne that clung to the fabric she wore - the combination hitting him like a soft punch to the gut that had him stifling an involuntary groan. A streak of possessiveness that he’d be ashamed of on a good day rearing its head like a lion scenting blood on the wind, licking its chops.

The rational part of his brain told him it was a very, very bad idea to step past her into the room proper, not with this on top of how keyed up he was right now...but that did almost nothing to stop him from doing so anyways.

“You don't look in a state to be receiving company,” he observed pointedly, not bothering to hide the way his eyes lingered on the long bare line of her legs peeking out from beneath the hem of his shirt.

She laughed softly, leaning into the doorway, perhaps exaggerating a bit the cant of her hips as if knowing he would be watching. Or at least hoping he would be. “I wasn’t planning to go anywhere other than back to bed,” she answered. “Why? Were you coming by for a very late afternoon tea?”

His mouth went more than a bit dry at the realization that she actually did wear the damn shirt to bed. Rolling about in her sheets, leaving his scent all over the place. His response took longer to formulate than it should have, with that thought in his head and the way she posed in front of him, white broadcloth scarcely covering the pert curve of her rear.

“Something like that,” he managed finally, watching transfixed as she turned away. “Hondje...” Her growled nickname was a warning of some sort, although Theo couldn't have said whether it was for her or for himself. “You don't really sleep in that, do you?”

She blinked, stopping mid-spin to turn towards him, pausing for a moment before she lifted her gaze to his face. “Of course I do,” she replied, arching one brow up at him. A grin tugged at one corner of her lips, painting a wicked expression over her face. “Though… that’s not the only thing I do in it.”

He froze at that, eyes fixed on the sinful smile that touched her lips as what little scrap of sense and reason he had left died an ignoble death. It only took him one long stride to close the gap between them, turning her back around and closing the door of her room in a single harried motion, hands pressing against the door on either side of her shoulders as he crowded her back and made a loose cage of his arms.

“And just what else is it you do in my shirt, hondje? Rubbing my scent all over that pretty, smooth skin of yours?” The question was dragged almost reluctantly from him, already rough voice tattered even further by the mental images his unruly mind was conjuring. Bending his head he pulled in another slow lungful of the intoxicating combination, the breath leaving his body on a low rasp as he pressed his nose against the pale strands of her hair and pressed her even closer to the door behind her.

She tilted her head, leaning back into the solidity of the wall he trapped her against. If she wanted, she could break free - they both knew that. But running didn’t seem on her mind at the moment. Her hands came up between them, fingers snagging in the material of the shirt he wore now, pulling it free of the waistband of his pants to trace over the ridges of his pronounced muscles beneath. She caught her lower lip between her teeth as she skated her palms up the broad spread of his chest and then down again, leaving furrows of fire that seared his skin in her wake.

“When I wear this shirt,” she began, words snagged by the first burr of desire. “I think about you when I get myself off. I hope you’re planning to let me keep it,” She made a small sound like a purr, an impish light her eyes. “Although I’m sad to realize the smell of you has faded a bit."

Her words drew a muffled snarl from him that soon faded into a dark laugh. He curled one hand around the back of her neck with the barest flexing of fingers, and angled a grin full of fang down at her. “I could always give you the one I'm wearing now.”

Dropping his head he traced behind the soft curve of one ear with the tip of his nose, flicking his tongue out to taste her skin, feeling more than a bit drunk on the way she swamped his senses. “We should move this elsewhere,” he said against her neck, the sharp points of his teeth rasping over the fragile surface with each word. “Or I swear by everything holy I'm going to fuck you against this door, right where everyone can hear it.”

“I don’t care what they hear,” she replied, her voice a husky purr of sound that whispered against his ear. “But I want you in my bed. I want my sheets and pillows to smell like you too. So I can think about you when I have to sleep alone.” She closed her teeth against the tender lobe of his ear, tilting her head so the sharp points of his fangs dug deeper against her skin as if testing his willpower, drawing a tremble through her.

“Maybe…” she murmured. “We can trade shirts like you offered. That way you can wear this one now that it smells like me.” She grinned as she pressed the lone of her body tighter against his, inching his vest upwards to toy with the buttons beneath. “Whenever you put it on you can think about fucking me. Think about the way my hands felt on your cock.” Her fingers trailed back down, cupping her palm against him through the pants he still wore, and his breath stung as he sucked it in hard. “Or perhaps my lips,” she amended, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his throat, breath hot against the riot of his pulse.

Theo barely strangled the groan her touch and words elicited, hips arching towards the stroke of her hand as the fingers behind her neck moved to tangle in her hair. Tugging sharply he pulled her from the kisses she was pressing to his neck, dropping his own head to capture her mouth before her parted lips had a chance to close.

Wine lingered sweet on her breath and he chased the taste deeper, tongue tracing the edges of her teeth and meeting her own, savoring the way it mingled with the sweet flavor of simply her. His free hand dragged her closer, hips grinding lazily against hers for a moment before he hooked his grip beneath her knees and hauled her up into his arms, walking them both away from the wall and into the room proper.

Theo gently tossed her atop the expansive mattress and toed his boots off quickly, peeling the vest over his head before climbing up as well to loom on all fours over her, a smirk tilting his lips.

“I'll take that trade,” he said in belated reply to her offer, smoothing a deliberate hand beneath the hem of her (his?) shirt and along the slim line of her thigh, lifting the fabric slowly as he went. “You go first though.”

She sprawled back on the cool expanse of the sheets, hair fanning out behind her as she reached for him in turn. Her fingers flew along the line of his buttons, opening them to spread the placket wide so that she could trace along the waistband of his pants. The skate of her nails along the ridged muscles of his abs as the other hand slid up his thigh where he poised above her drew goosebumps on his flesh.

The shirt his wandering hand inched ever upwards bared a wealth of smooth skin covered only by a scrap of cloth masquerading as underwear. She was forced to draw her touch from him to spread her arms so that he could fully remove it.

Once freed, she lifted her hands to frame his face, thumbs brushing over the line of his jaw. She tugged him close as she arched up off the bed to draw him into another kiss, teeth scraping against his lower lip until he parted them for her. She traced the points of his fangs with her tongue, deepening the kiss until his lungs burned for air and the hands clutched at his shoulders slid down his back to snag into the cotton fabric of his shirt, tugging it impatiently.

Sitting back on his heels, Theo grasped the shirt she’d almost entirely removed and and finished tugging it off, tossing the garment to one side before leaning over her again. The planes of his stomach knotted as he bent, her frame dwarfed beneath him as he reached down to trail rough fingertips up the silk of her leg from ankle to the lone bit of delicate fabric she still wore. It snagged on the slightly calloused skin of his hand as he cupped the heated mound beneath, working the heel of his hand in slow absent circles. The cool blue of his eyes heated, pupils going wide and dark as his gaze wandered the lines and angles of her bare body, dwelling on the perfect rise of each breast.

A soft rumble of anticipation shook his chest as he ducked down to lick along the sweet clean skin of her neck, pausing to rasp teeth over the ridge of her collarbone and linger on the fluttering rhythm of the pulse cradled in its hollow. Ten, a dozen, a hundred...he lost track of how many beats he counted beneath his tongue as the hand nestled between her thighs worked against her, dipping fingers just beyond the side of the satin and lace to tease them both with the damp warmth he found there and the intoxicating rush of her blood just below her skin.

Burying a soft groan against her throat he moved lower, past the faint valley of her chest to circle lazily around the dusky pebble of one breast, the barest hint of salt reaching his mouth as desire warmed her skin beneath him. Closing his lips over the tempting peak at last he drew on the puckered flesh, softly at first and then harder, until the points of his teeth pressed against her tender skin and he had to fight against the urge to bite down. To leave some remnant of himself in that intimate place.

She tipped her head back, lips falling open around the soft cries that ushered from between them. Her fingers dug into his back, nails raked furrows that only egged him on, her whole body shifting restlessly beneath him. The cool bedsheets had gone warm beneath them, but it was the heat of his body above that pulled a flush to her skin and curled the fine hairs at her scalp with sweat.

Her hips arched up off into the bed, pressing into the weight of his hand, forcing the lace harsher against her. The muscles in her thighs trembled in anticipation, and she let out a small whimper of frustration at the teasing brush of his callused fingers against her damp center.

Theo's lips curved in a gratified smirk against her skin as her mewling reached his ears, and the fingers worked beneath the edge of her panties curled to hook and slide them slowly down the line of her legs, before he drew them from beneath her to toss carelessly aside. Relinquishing his latch on the sweet rise of her breast he began kissing a path lower, nuzzling into the trembling flesh of her stomach as he passed, enjoying the way her muscles and body quivered beneath him.

His fingers slid through the slick folds of her cleft, circling the small spot hidden within as he moved far enough down to settle between her legs, raking teeth gently along the satin skin that lined her inner thigh. "You smell so sweet," he murmured against the crease where her leg and hip met, hands urging her knees over his shoulder before slipping beneath the curve of her rear. "Like honey. I bet you taste even better, though."

He flicked his tongue over the heat of her slit, just a whisper of touch that gathered the first hint of her in his mouth, and a quiet snarl rose in his throat before he bent his head further and laved the damp flesh again, eager for more.

He rolled his gaze up to see her lift her head, watching him settle in between her legs, eyes gone dark with desire until the first whisper of his breath against her had her falling back against the pillows once more, lips parting in a near silent murmur of approval. The fingers she'd wound through his hair tightened, urging him closer, but they soon fell from his head. Clutching and twisting at the bed sheets instead as she lifted her hips into each stroke of his tongue, each heated press of his mouth, each wicked scrape of his fangs.

Her soft desperate sounds tore at him, shredding his resolve to savor the experience. As the tip of his tongue traced the small swell of her over and over again he ran fingers through the slick wetness of her, finding her entrance and plunging past to curl within her impossible heat. A low growl of pleasure passed from him to her, shaking between them as his hips moved restlessly against the mattress beneath him. His cock ached, but it became a secondary concern as his eyes fixed up the line of her body, drinking in the way she thrashed and moaned, every heaving breath that shook her perfect breasts. His hands and mouth sped their motions - wanting nothing more at that moment than to watch her come apart with his hands and tongue buried inside her.

Like a bow strung too tightly she released, tipping over the edge with sudden furious force. His name fell like an incantation from her lips, fingers scrabbling helplessly at the sheets as her body trembled around him. Muscles were left twitching in the wake of her orgasm, ribs heaving as she fought to catch her breath and calm the heart he could see thundering in her chest.

Sitting up slowly, Theo dragged his tongue over her swollen spent body one more time before licking the last flavor of her from his fingers with a wordless satisfied hum. Swiftly he stripped what remained of his own clothes before crawling up to stretch out beside her, one large hand splaying over the nip of her waist as he propped his head on the other to stare down at her. There were few things as erotic as the sight of a woman coming back into herself, pleasure still glossing her eyes and flushing her skin, and he studied her for long moments before bending his head to nose at the strands of her hair, listening as her breathing finally slowed.

"I seem to remember you saying something about your hands, and my cock," Theo purred at last, lacing her fingers flat between his own and trailing their combined touch slowly over the rise of his chest, down the taut-ridged plane of his stomach to curl lightly against the lurid jut of his arousal. His own grasp fell away, leaving hers behind, and he arched lazily off the bed in silent supplication. Wanting to feel her small fist squeezing around himself. "Touch me, hondje."

She wrapped her hand around him, scooting closer on the bed, turning on her side so that she could better see him. She leaned in to press her nose against his throat, pulling the scent of him into her lungs as she nuzzled there, tongue darting out to taste his pulse. She pressed the pad of her thumb against the broad head of his erection, catching the first bead of moisture that had gathered there and spreading it over him as she traced a path back down to the base of him. Cupping the heavy weight of his balls she scraped her teeth against his neck.

"Lie on your back," she murmured, nipping down. "I want to wrap my lips around you."

The breath caught in his throat, fresh frissons of heat skittering through his veins with every slide of her grip along him, every wicked nibble at his throat and the added pressure of her hand against his already aching groin. He rolled onto his back, pillowing his head on folded arms, and stared hotly down at the sight of her small fingers wrapped around himself, anticipation singing through him.

Turning his head he pressed his face against the cloud of her hair before she moved away, drawing another sweet lungful of her spicy, intriguing scent.

On a wicked smile, she shifted down the bed to sprawl on her belly between his legs. She lingered there a moment, tracing patterns along the tensed muscles of his thighs, brushing teasingly over him, testing the thickness of him beneath her palm. Scooting up on her knees to get a better position she took him fully in her grasp. Her small hand gripped the base of him, fingers squeezing as she lowered her head. Her warm breath feathered against the tip of his erection as she poised there a moment, pale hair falling in silky strands around her, and he thought for one wild second that he might die with want of her. Before she spared him, her tongue darted out, pressing firmly against the broad head of his cock and gathering the flavor she found there.

She mapped a path over the soft velvet of his skin with her tongue before closing her lips firmly around him. The air hissed between Theo's clenched teeth as she drew him past the pink bow of her lips, far into the hot wetness of her mouth, tongue flickering along his shaft like a flame.

His fingers wove through the locks of hair that trailed like skeins of silk over his thighs, winding a length of it in his tightly clenched hand as he cradled the back of her head, fighting the urge to do more than arch gently into the intoxicating warmth of her. Squeezing his eyes shut, her name fell from his lips in a guttural moan.

It was too much, and not enough. The temptation was strong to let the last frayed strands of his control unravel, to spend himself right here and now, but he wanted to reserve that for the pleasure between her supple thighs he'd taunted himself with earlier. Choking back another snarled iteration of her name he twisted his other hand into the thick rope of her hair and tugged her mouth gently up and away from himself, aching at the loss of her warmth.

“Wicked woman. Any more of that and I'll be useless to you.” One swift motion had her flipped beneath him, a hand hooking under one knee to spread her legs as he settled between them. He stared down at her for long moments, hips working slowly against the cradle of her own, the moisture she'd left on him and her own dewy heat causing them to slide against each other tortuously. “So beautiful. You’re priceless, shatje, do you know that?”

He drew back far enough to plunge home on a hard surge, dropping his head with a groan into the crook of her neck as the wet velvet warmth of her closed around him. The breath he drew was heady with the scent of him cologne all over her skin, and he licked at the pulse that had fluttered against his cheek, dragging the points of his fangs over her again and again as he began to slowly thrust. “You smell like me. Like us,” he growled against her, face still buried against her throat, the words more instinct than conscious thought. “Are you mine?”

The words he murmured into the air between them, sounds full of snarl, had her meeting his dark gaze with her own. Her eyes blurring and unfocused when he pressed snug against her. She lifted her hips to meet his thrust, body closing eagerly around him. Her hands drifted over his back, threading into his hair as he spoke, tilting her head to bare more of the tender skin to the scrape of his fangs and lips.

“I’m yours,” she agreed, the words breathless, lashes fluttering shut at a particularly deep thrust. She dragged her nails down his back, digging them into the muscles there, curling over his backside eagerly. “Harder,” she whimpered, part plea, part demand. “I’m all yours, Theo.”

Her soft moan of assent and the way she panted his name tore through him, eroded what little restraint he still clung to. On a ragged groan he took the ridge of her shoulder between his teeth and bit down, the sweet tang of copper that touched his tongue speeding the steady pace of his hips as he drew greedy mouthfuls before laving the harsh marks left behind. Savoring the way her breaths ratcheted up to near sobs. Rearing up he wrapped broad hands around the elegant wings of her hipbones, lifting her backside off the mattress and tilting it up towards him, the new angle forcing him further inside her with every harsh thrust.

“Mine,” he reiterated, eyes boring hotly down into her dazed stare as he churned against her. Fingers wandered over the shallow hollow cupped by her pelvis, delving down into the first parting of her folds to curl again and again, desperate to feel her shatter before the waves of pleasure that rippled up his spine stole his release from him.

He made it scarcely a handful of fitful thrusts more as she trembled around and beneath him, the sound of her breaking as bewitching as any siren’s song before the cord of his own control snapped, the reverberations of his sudden fierce climax shuddering through him for long breathless moments. Catching himself on one hand he slumped forward, heavy breaths stirring the tiny curled hairs at her temple before he rolled to one side, drawing her slight form half-atop him so that their pounding chests pressed together.

Twisting a lock of hair idly around his fingers he circled her waist with his other arm, holding her against him as he hummed wordless satisfaction, nose against the top of her head. “No sugar is ever as sweet as you,” he grinned, stretching slightly beneath her for emphasis as he worked tight muscles loose again.

She smiled against his shoulder where her head had fallen, the muscles in her thighs still twitching as she laid bonelessly against him for long moments, warm breath stirring against his skin. Sliding one arm across him, fingers twining into the hairs at the base of his skull, she propped herself up to gaze down at him appreciatively. “I like the way you look in my bed,” she said, leaning in to feather her lips along the line of his jaw, the corner of his mouth, nipping at his lower lip.

He watched her slow assessment with a lopsided smirk, her evident approval stoking his male pride. Chuckling at her proclamation he turned his head far enough to catch her mouth in a slow kiss, smoothing a hand up the satiny stretch of her back to curl over a shoulder. “I like the way you look in your bed,” he shot back with a grin, letting his own gaze and fingers wander the expanse of her flawless skin and delicate features idly.

Closing her eyes she kept one hand tangled in his hair while the other drew idle patterns with her fingertips over his shoulder and down his arm. “Do you mind me using you as a mattress?” she asked, opening one lazy eye to peer up at him.

Stroking a hand down to the curve of her hip, Theo laughed at her cheeky reply and hauled her more firmly atop him, reaching down to snag the bunched covers and pull them up over their shoulders. “Not if you don't mind me using you as another blanket.” He let the strands of her hair slide between his fingers, spicing the air with their fragrance, and his breath slowed with each inhale.

He wondered if she knew just how much these moments meant to him. The solace she brought. The words to tell her rose in his throat and then died again at the sight of her lashes curved into perfect dark halfmoons on her cheeks.

Tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow, he’d tell her how he could brave anything the world threw at him, as long as he had this space inside her arms. As long as she smiled, it would all be okay.

And…if he didn’t manage then, that would be alright. He’d spend the rest of his countless, miraculous days making sure she knew. It seemed, if anything, a worthwhile use of forever.

[bluejayblueskies]

oh if you did a little something for jonmartin and "hiding their face in the other’s neck" i would be so 🥺💕

touches prompt list

a little post-circus kidnapping hurt/comfort! cw for wounds/injury, mild blood, mentions of non-consensual touching, and mentions of kidnapping

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There is a stranger’s elbow digging into Jon’s side.

He shifts from one foot to the other, trying to relieve some of the pressure on his side while surreptitiously giving the stranger a glare that he hopes adequately conveys his dislike of the current situation. The tube is packed, as it always is at this time of day, and there are… so many strange hands. An elbow, at least, is better than the hand that had pressed to his back as the individual it belonged to had instinctively tried to maintain their balance.

After all, Nikola didn’t touch him with her elbows.

Jon doesn’t want to think about that. He doesn’t want to think about any of it. He wants to lie down in a soft bed and get his first good night’s sleep in a month and finally have the space to process. Alone.

Instead, Martin stands next to him on the train. His hand rests just beneath Jon’s where it grips one of the metal poles, and Martin takes care not to brush against him despite how crowded the car is. Jon considered telling Martin, when they first got on the tube, that it was okay—that his touch would be… well, it wouldn’t be bad. But he’d stayed silent, allowing Martin to cultivate a careful space between them. They’ve been silent for the past twenty minutes as they’ve passed by station after station on their way to Martin’s flat in Brixton.

“I have a flat,” Jon had said uncomprehendingly when Martin had suggested (or rather, gently begged) that Jon come back to his flat with him. “It’s, um. It’s nice. Spacious. S-sturdy locks.”

“You… you don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” Martin had said, sounding and looking very much like he wished Jon would anyway.

“I’m fine.” Jon was not fine. But he could be fine until he got back to his flat. It was always good to have a short-term goal.

Martin gave him a look that clearly said that he thought Jon was full of shit. Jon was, but it was still unnecessary. He was just trying to keep it together. What did Martin want—him sobbing and crumpling to the floor right here in the Archives? No, that wouldn’t do at all.

“You were kidnapped. Twice now. I really don’t want it to happen a third time. Besides, I…” Martin trailed off and fluttered his hands at his sides. “I—I should take a look at your hand. And your, um. Wrists.”

Jon looked down at his arms. They were, indeed, quite red and raw and scabbed over and likely to scar. Nikola had been irritated when she’d seen that he’d been tied up so tightly, but she’d decided there was nothing to be done about it. She would just ‘make do with what she had.’ And, well. She had never stopped Breekon and Hope when they’d cinched the ropes just a little bit tighter each time.

“I have first aid supplies in my flat,” Jon lied. He was fairly certain that he had a backpack of What the Ghost merchandise and a single mattress to his name at the moment. “I can take care of it.”

“So can I.” Martin took a deep breath. “I just… I don’t want to see you hurt, Jon.” His cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, and he looked over Jon’s shoulder at the wall behind him. “J-just for tonight, at least? I want…” Martin swallowed. “I want to make sure you’re safe.”

And then Martin had turned those lovely blue eyes to his, and, well. Here they are.

Jon adds 24 hours onto his mental countdown of the time he has left until he’s allowed to break down and tells himself that he can manage. It’s… important to have long-term goals as well. He splits this one into steps.

Step one: get to Martin’s flat without crying. He achieves this easily enough. He finally escapes the cloying presence of strangers as Martin’s door shuts behind them, and then it’s blissfully quiet. Martin flips on a light, illuminating the space in pale yellow. It’s a little bit messy but otherwise spartan. The walls are painted a dull eggshell white, the floor made of cheap lino. Martin sits Jon down on the couch and disappears into the bathroom. Jon stares at the wall and focuses on breathing evenly and thinking about anything other than how smooth his skin feels when he slowly rubs his fingers together.

Step two: let Martin bandage his wounds without crying. This is… more challenging, if only because it hurts. Martin apologizes profusely as he wets a cotton ball with isopropyl alcohol and gently cleans the inflamed areas. Jon sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, focusing on anything other than the stinging, burning sensation in his wrists and hands. Funny—he’d thought that at this point, he would be used to the pain, but he’s not. All he knows now is what to expect.

Martin carefully wraps his hand and wrists in bandages. For a moment after he’s done, he delicately holds Jon’s hands in his like they’re porcelain. His hands are warm and soft, and Jon imagines how lovely they would feel against his cheeks. He thinks briefly that Martin is going to raise his unbandaged hand to his lips and lay a kiss across the back of it, but Martin doesn’t. Instead, he sets Jon’s hands back in his lap and stands, mumbling that he’s going to go make some tea.

Jon scrubs his uninjured hand across his eyes, just once.

Step three: sit on the couch with Martin and drink tea without crying. Martin presses a mug of steaming chamomile into his good hand and lays a plate of biscuits between them. “Th-they’re your favorite,” Martin says with a small, nervous laugh, like Jon’s not already staring at the plate with something choked sitting in the back of his throat. “I—I figured you probably haven’t really eaten today, and… I don’t really know what you’ve eaten lately. So, um. Yeah.”

Jon thinks of the things that Nikola had called food, then chooses not to think of them at all. He tucks the memory into a box next to cold hands and exposed skin and burning ropes and slams the lid before it can all come spilling back out again. “Thank you,” he says earnestly. He gingerly takes a biscuit in his stiff, aching hand that hasn’t had the time to heal properly and probably won’t get the chance to do so in the future and pops it into his mouth whole so he doesn’t get crumbs on Martin’s couch.

Step four: eat a biscuit that tastes like the best biscuit you’ve ever had and is the first palatable food you’ve had in weeks without crying.

“Jon?”

Jon blinks and comes back to himself. He’s staring blankly at Martin’s face, at eyebrows folded in concern and mouth curled into a small frown. Martin’s freckles are smudged into smears of tan, and the lines of his jaw waver like a mirage in front of Jon’s eyes. That’s odd, Jon thinks. Then, he feels something wet hit the top of his cheek.

Oh, no.

Quickly, Jon reaches up and scrubs the tears away from his eyes. As soon as he lowers his hand, more spring up in their place. He curses and sets his mug of tea down heavily on the table, taking one more look at Martin—whose eyes are now wide with worry—before turning away and attempting to pull himself together.

Step five: stop crying. Stop crying. Stop crying.

(Stop crying, his grandmother says as he stands in the living room, hands and knees dirty and hair a mess. He’s managing to say words between his sobs, words like book and stole and spider. She’s frowning at him, but her voice is still patient and calm when she says, You’re not making any sense, Jonathan. Stop crying, please, and speak clearly. You had a nightmare?)

“Jon, what’s—” Martin catches himself, which Jon is thankful for. He thinks that if Martin had finished that question—asked him what’s wrong—Jon wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from saying, what isn’t? “What can I do to help?” he says instead, a hand hovering carefully in the air between them like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch Jon or not.

“Don’t look,” Jon manages to say. He immediately feels ridiculous and follows with a quick: “S-sorry, it’s—I don’t k-know how to—I’m not—I’m n-not good at—”

“I’m not looking,” Martin says softly.

Jon cuts off, takes a breath, and turns his head back toward Martin. True to his word, Martin has his eyes closed, though his hand remains in the air between them. Jon presses his good hand to his mouth for a moment to hide how the sight rips a new, more ragged sob out of him. Then, tentatively, he reaches forward and takes Martin’s hand.

Martin inhales sharply. Jon almost lets go, but Martin curls his fingers around Jon’s hand and squeezes. He holds Jon’s hand tightly yet so achingly softly, and Jon could weep. (Or rather, is weeping.)

“Can I hug you?” Martin says abruptly, like he’d been fighting an internal battle about whether or not to say it and had just lost. His cheeks darken, but he doesn’t say anything else or take it back. His jaw shifts as he pinches his lips together and worries them back and forth.

Jon is… not the kind of person who initiates or seeks out hugs. He always makes them too stiff, or he holds on just a bit too long and makes them awkward, or he doesn’t know what to do with his hands and ends up just dangling them uselessly in the air. He’s also never really seen the point of them if he’s being honest. As a form of greeting, surely handshakes or waves or head nods get the point across just fine. Right now, though, there is truly nothing in the world that Jon thinks would make him feel safer than having Martin’s arms around him.

Jon nods, then remembers that Martin can’t see him and whispers, in as composed a voice as he can muster: “Please.”

Step six: hug Martin Blackwood without falling apart completely.

Martin’s arms are soft and warm around him. His chest is flush with Jon’s, and he’s holding him so close that Jon is practically on Martin’s lap. All Jon can think is that it’s been so long since he’s been held by something not made of sawdust or plastic. He grips the back of Martin’s jumper with lotion-soft hands and cries tears that have been collecting for a month into the fabric as he buries his face in Martin’s neck. Martin’s hands rub large circles across Jon’s back, and he’s whispering gentle words into Jon’s ear. Things about safe and okay and time and here.

By the time Jon feels thoroughly wrung dry, his cheeks are sticky and his head is throbbing and he’s desperately in need of a glass of water. He takes a few deep breaths, then carefully extracts himself from Martin’s arms. Martin lets him go easily, though his hands remain resting lightly on Jon’s elbows as if he can’t bear to let him go completely.

Jon thinks he knows the feeling.

Martin’s eyes are still closed, and Jon is hit with such a swell of affection he can hardly breathe around it. “Y-you can open your eyes,” he says, a bit sheepishly. Martin does, and if he’s affected by the state of Jon’s face, he doesn’t show any indication of it. “Sorry,” Jon mumbles, twisting his ring—now on his left middle finger instead of his right—around and around mindlessly. “I just…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Jon.” Martin squeezes Jon’s elbows gently. “I understand. Any time you need me to look away, I will. Okay? I just…” He takes a breath. “I’ll always be here. F-for you when you need me.”

If Jon weren’t thoroughly out of tears, that would make his eyes water. Instead, he nods and offers a small, weak smile. “I know. Thank you, Martin. It… just. Thank you.”

Step seven: fall asleep safe against Martin’s side in the bed that he insists is big enough for two, face pressed into Martin’s neck once again and hands curled loosely in Martin’s sleep shirt.

He’s so drained by the time they’re there, so wrung-out and empty and relaxed, that he manages to do so almost immediately. He thinks he hears Martin murmur, “Sleep well, love,” as he drifts off. But it disappears into the fuzzy border between sleep and wakefulness, slipping from Jon’s mind entirely as he fades to black.

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 || dark!Bucky Barnes & dark!Steve Rogers x reader

summary: a little fresh air never hurt anyone, right?

word count: 10.3k (yes, OVER TEN THOUSAND WORDS OF FILTH what is wrong with me)

warnings: noncon smut (incl. anal, oral m and f receiving, dp, and spitroasting), bondage/restraint (and a gag), some mild violence, lots of slapping, pussy spanking, forced orgasms, degradation/derogatory language, kinda kidnapping, a touch of stockholm syndrome?, very brief breeding kink, period-typical sexism (this is set in the late 60s but you wouldn't really be able to tell aside from that and the lack of technology)

a/n: the song that plays on the radio, and the song that just so happens to be the title of the fic, is by john lee hooker in case anyone wants the proverbial vibes

You needed a chance to clear your head every once in a while, that's what camping in the woods was for.  It was the perfect time of year for it, too; the leaves were changing, the woodland animals were beginning to prepare for hibernation, and the weather was almost warm with a refreshing breeze that promised to bring the winter chill soon enough.

It was far from your first time in these woods, you knew the drive like the back of your hand by now, just as well as you knew how to hike down to the best places to set up camp.  

You set down your pack and took in a deep breath of the crisp autumn air.  No sounds except for the wind in the trees, the trickle of the creek, and your own thoughts which you found pleasantly blank.  You'd chosen a spot by the creek, where you could spearfish on evenings that you felt especially adventurous, with a nice dirt patch perfect for a fire.  The most dangerous thing about camping in the fall was that the dry leaves could catch flame so easily, so one of the key stages of setting up camp was raking away any foliage from your firepit, lest it become unintentional kindling.

The next order of business was finding a few dozen smooth stones to surround the fire, along with some logs and sticks to burn.  

A knife and flint was just enough to speed up your firebuilding so that you had something solid going by nightfall, shedding your jacket to better feel the warmth as the flames grew and the sun set.

Sure, the woods could feel a little… creepy, at night, for lack of a better word, but it was more tranquil than anything.  Most of the wildlife that was so active during the day stilled and silenced, bar the occasional owl’s hoot, so the loudest sounds were the crackling of your fire and the ever-present trickle of the creek.  You heated your kettle for a cup of chamomile tea, something to help you get to sleep on the admittedly uncomfortable sleeping bag in your canvas tent.

The mug warmed your fingers as you filled and held it, and the steam warmed your face as you took a sip; but the contents warmed your chest, and your soul, as you contemplated the flavors; is it possible that tea tastes better when enjoyed in the quiet woods, mid-autumn?

You were already yawning by the time the mug was finished, so you set it aside and crawled into your tent, shedding the excessive layers and slipping between the fluffy down-stuffed layers of your bedroll.  It was chilly at first but you knew your body heat would make it toasty all too soon, so you ignored the way you shivered as you fluffed your pillow and laid it under your head.

It was dark with only the fading light of your fire seeping in through the thick-weave canvas; and it was quiet, being the middle of the forest and all.  One sound you didn’t expect were distant sirens, barely audible, which made you wonder if something had happened, but you couldn't know what so you didn't pay it much mind as you drifted to sleep.

The next morning came early, of course; as early as the sun rose, warm sunlight flooding through the canvas of your tent.

You enjoyed staying in the bed for a while, not so much because it was very comfortable (it wasn’t) but just because you wanted to relish having no need to get up yet.  No job, no cleaning, no chores… though you were pretty hungry so that inspired you to get up and see about breakfast.

Slipping on a few more layers to protect yourself from the morning breeze, you opened your tent and stepped out into the woods, finding your fire had been reduced to a pile of embers meaning that you would need to find more wood to get it going for breakfast-cooking purposes.  And that’s what you were about to do when you heard a snapping of twigs echo through the woods, making you glance up to the source of the noise.

Your back straightened instantly at the sight of two men, one with short blonde hair and the other’s dark and nearly to his shoulders, walking down the hill nearby just across the creek.  They were still pretty distant, and yet they were much too close for comfort; close enough to see that these were not men one would want to encounter while alone in the woods.

They had new clothes— baggy and loose, almost certainly stolen— but it wasn’t enough to hide where they must’ve come from.  They might as well have still been in jumpsuits with numbers on their chests.

The prison, just over five miles away.  Had they really hiked this far?  You kicked yourself now for ignoring the sirens last night.

You froze as they turned and caught your gaze, the three of you locked in a stare for a brief moment before one of them took a step forward: that was all the cause you needed to run like hell, turning on your heel and starting so fast you nearly slipped on the leaves beneath you.  You heard them call out, chasing after you, but you focused on staring ahead and trying to remember the path back home, or at least to the road where someone might drive by to help you.

A root nearly caught your foot but you kept running, hating that you could hear them gaining on you since it didn’t actually seem to help you run any faster.  You looked back and saw them much too close for comfort, but when you looked back ahead it was too late to avoid the tree right in front of you; you swerved but it still made you slip and almost fall.

But you didn’t fall.  Someone caught you, and grabbed you, and pulled you into his oppressive form.

His arms held you painfully tight as his hand covered your mouth.  "Gotcha," the man growled against your ear, licking the shell of it as you struggled against his grip.  

Everything everyone had told you about why a lady shouldn’t camp alone in the woods suddenly flashed in your mind, your eyes squinting shut as you wished you had listened.  All you could do now was kick wildly, swinging your legs in the air which didn't even do anything.

"Pretty little thing, aren't ya?” he purred as you saw the second man come into view— the blonde one, so you knew it was the one with long, dark hair that must’ve been holding you, giving you such a twisted compliment.  “Just beggin' to be fucked right."

"Don't look so scared, sweetheart, we're not gonna hurt you…” the blonde man explained, “just play nice and we will too."

"Speak for yourself, Rogers," the man holding you snarled.  "Been a long time since I got to feel a pussy, I wanna tear this little bitch up."

You sobbed and writhed as the one apparently called Rogers hushed you soothingly, trying to calm you.  "Hey, just do what we say and it won't hurt alright?  Just take it easy."

He stepped closer, reaching out towards you while you grunted and whined with every kick, smiling in a way that would’ve been soothing in nearly any other situation.  He motioned to his partner who slowly lowered his hand from your mouth, and though your instinct was to scream you just heard yourself panting and whimpering instead.

“Did you hear me?  We’re not gonna hurt you.  We haven’t even introduced ourselves yet… I’m Steve, and this here is my cellmate— uh, friend— Barnes.”

“But you can call me Bucky, dollface,” the man behind you added with a little smile that you could hear and feel with him pressing up so close to your face.

“See, he and I just came from an awful, terrible place—”

“I know where you came from,” you cut him off with a snarl.  “You’re criminals!  You’re scum!”

Bucky just laughed and held you tighter until your arms started to ache from struggling against him.  

“Hey now, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve corrected firmly— not angry, but stern.  “I was framed, I served seven years for something I didn’t do.  You’re innocent, too, right Barnes?”

“No,” he instantly answered, making Steve look disappointed.  “Oh, uh, sure.  Yeah, I was framed.  Real sob story,” he suddenly decided, not sounding like he was trying that hard to convince you.

“Point is, we were all alone for a long, long time, and we thought maybe you’d wanna be nice and take care of us, huh?” Steve offered.

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

“That’s sort of the idea,” Bucky whispered playfully.

“Let me go,” you demanded as Steve’s eyes widened and his nostrils flared, anger finally coming out when he suddenly grabbed your chin and held your face to look up at him.

“Let me make one thing very fucking clear,” he explained, nearly whispering so you were forced to stay still and quiet to hear him.  “You don’t get to pick what you want.  But you get to pick if you’re gonna make this easy, or difficult.”

You spat in his face; he slapped you for that, so hard that your ears rang for a moment while he grimaced and wiped his face with his sleeve.

“Difficult it is,” he announced with ill-restrained loathing, coming even closer as Bucky covered your mouth again to muffle your screams of protest.  “Buck, I’m goin’ first.”

“Fuck you, pal, I was in longer and I saw her first,” Bucky replied frustratedly.  “I’m not gonna take long anyway, you can go after me.”

“I just got spit in my face!” Steve reminded him.  “And the breakout was my idea!”

“Your idea?!” Bucky repeated incredulously.  “What, you think you’re the first guy to think ‘hey, what if we just left prison?’ because trust me, if it wasn’t for my screwdriver—”

Their argument caused Bucky’s focus to slip, that must have been why the hand on your mouth loosened and you could speak again.

"You won't get away with this, my father's a sheriff!" you yelped, interrupting their negotiation.

They both laughed darkly and you instantly regretted saying it.

"Oh, sweetheart, your old man's a cop?  That's too bad,” Steve sighed.  “You know what they say: sins of the father…"

"Fuck the daughter,” Bucky finished with a cold, hollow laugh as he suddenly bit down on your ear making you wince and shudder, tears streaming down your cheeks already.

He tossed you down and pinned you to the ground, his strong, heavy body on top of yours knocking the wind out of you as he began to tear at your clothes and, annoyingly, not seeming to find them much trouble at all.  You whimpered when you felt your pants torn down your legs, hating how exposed and vulnerable you felt, hating the undeniable fact that you couldn’t stop this.

You tried to get up when he reached down to open his belt and jeans, but Steve’s boot came down on your shoulder and held you still again.  Bucky was rushed and brutal as he pushed his pants down and pressed his cock against your ass, guiding it between your legs as you hissed and tried not to think about what was about to happen.

He pulled back briefly to spit on your hole, spreading the forced wetness with the head of his cock before suddenly pushing into you as you gasped and choked on a sob.

"Oh, that's it baby,” he groaned, “scream if you want, nobody can hear you but us."

Already he was thrusting with wild abandon, his hips slapping into your ass as his hot breath came down against your ear and neck, his face pressing yours into the cold ground.

"Fuuuuuck,” he moaned lowly, “so tight, Jesus Christ… fuckin' missed this, went almost ten years without burying my cock in a wet little cunt like this.  Shit, it's even better than I remember."

You just cried and bit down on nothing, pain making violent shivers run up your spine as the width of him split you open, pushing deeper than you’d known anything could go.

Each thrust seemed somehow rougher and deeper than the last, pushing you further past your limits, making your toes curl inside your boots.  He was unabashedly using your body, treating you with less care than some men might a blow-up doll, moaning loudly as he split you open with every moment.

So why did it almost begin to feel good, now that the worst of the pain had faded?  Why was the ridge of his cock brushing over your g-spot just right each time he moved?

He pinned more of his weight on you as he changed his angle slightly, enough to add just that much more brutality to every stroke, the loud slapping of skin echoing through the desolate trees.  You could tell he wasn’t lying about how long he’d been celibate in prison, because he fucked you with every ounce of pent-up frustration, hissing through his teeth and holding you tight enough to bruise.

Everything he did, he did enough to bruise.

“Yeah, take it, bitch,” he moaned when you made a particularly pained noise.

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna take long,” Steve remembered, staring down at the two of you from where he was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed.  

“I’m almost done, you waited this long you can wait five more minutes,” Bucky dismissed, voice a little strained as he kept fucking you.

“Just stop and give me a turn and then you can get back to it,” Steve suggested.

“Nah, no fuckin’ way,” Bucky laughed, “feels way too good to stop.  Trust me, Stevie, this pussy’s worth the wait.”

“Get her on her knees then,” Steve instructed as he came closer to you and kneeled in front of your face; Bucky manhandled your hips into place while Steve pulled your hair until you yelped and brought your head up.  “I wanna fuck this pretty little throat.”

He cut off your protests with another hard slap to your cheek, tugging your hair again as you struggled to hold yourself up on shaking arms.

“Gonna teach this mouthy bitch a lesson,” he explained as he hit you again before using one hand to open his belt and jeans.  “You know what’s gonna happen if you try to bite me, right?  I’ll just knock you out and fuck your throat anyways.  So you’d better make it good if you wanna breathe.”

You tried your best to nod with his fist tugging your hair, gasping slightly when he pulled his cock out and stroked it right in front of your face.  

“Come on, baby, open up— this is the most you’ve kept your mouth shut all day,” he laughed, tapping the swollen head of his cock on your lips until you finally opened them.  The flavor of his skin on your tongue made your lips curl in disgust but he held your jaw and pushed deeper, quickly hitting the back of your throat.  “Fuck, so warm… come on, suck it, make it good for me.”

“She’s gettin’ wet,” Bucky informed Steve with a chuckle.  “She likes it— don’t you, little whore?” he prompted as he slapped your ass suddenly, making you cry out around Steve’s length.  “You like choking on a cock like you deserve?”

You made some sort of gurgling sound, and apparently they took it as a ‘yes.’

"Aw yeah, fuck, gonna fill up this little cunt,” Bucky promised.  Funny thing is, you weren't sure if "this little cunt" meant your hole, or you.

“You’d better not, m’supposed to go after you,” Steve reminded him.

“Fuck, I dunno if I have the heart to pull out,” Bucky admitted with a laugh, slapping you on the ass to make your walls suddenly clench around him.  “I know a sweet body like this just needs to be bred.”

Your sob was louder around where Steve’s girth stretched your lips, making Bucky laugh darkly.

"Oh shit honey, what would Daddy Sherriff say if he found out you got knocked up by a couple'a criminals, huh?  By murderers?"

Steve pulled his cock out just enough to let you sob weakly before shoving back in and penetrating your throat.

"Yeah, you like it don't you?” Bucky continued to taunt you.  “You like being bred by some strangers who caught you in the woods… dirty bitch."

Steve's head fell back as he started to thrust into your mouth faster and harder, the base of his cock flexing against your tongue.  You assumed it was a sign that he was close and it made you hopeful that this would be over soon, but he suddenly pulled out with an exhausted laugh.

"Oh no you don't," he breathed, "not gonna come yet, still need to feel that tight little pussy of yours… if Bucky would hurry the fuck up."

"Fuck, I'm close, I'm close," Bucky rasped.  "Shit, babydoll, this wet cunt is gonna make me come, aren't you so proud?"

Steve held your mouth open and rubbed his cock on your tongue, occasionally shoving two fingers in with it which were salty with his sweat. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck," Bucky hissed, "oh god, fuck, I'm—!"

He pulled out suddenly, rubbing his cock against your clit as his seed shot onto the ground beneath you.  You sighed with relief although you hated the way your body was actually disappointed, craving more and clenching around nothing in protest.

Bucky was hardly even finished when Steve reached under your arms to pull you up and flip you onto your back, groaning as he settled between your legs and rubbed his cock over your folds.  He didn't waste any time pushing into you, and apparently being fucked by Bucky wasn't enough to warm you up for Steve because you hissed at the sting as he filled you.

"Fuck," Steve mumbled as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down beside your head.  Already he had begun to pull back only to spear into you again, reaching deeper inside you than Bucky had until you were gasping and choking on nothing.

Bucky stood up and stepped back, pulling his jeans up as he watched you two on the ground.

"You got any cigarettes back at camp, sweetheart?" Bucky asked you, and it was hard to focus on his question but you shook your head.  "Damn," he breathed, pondering for a moment before coming up with his next question.  "You got any candy bars?"

"Do you mind?" Steve hissed, still thrusting into you— a bit slower than Bucky but not exactly more gentle.  "We're kind of busy here."

"No, I don't particularly mind," Bucky smirked.

"Can't you just entertain yourself for a few minutes while I finish this?"

"Why should I entertain myself when I've got this pretty little thing to entertain me?" Bucky smirked, kneeling down beside you as Steve buried his face in the crook of your neck.  "Wanna help me out here, dollface?  I'm still hard…"

He freed one hand from Steve's grip and brought it up to the front of his jeans so you could feel the hard bulge there.  He opened them for you, reaching in and pulling his hard cock out to wrap your hand around it.

Feeling the thickness of it in your palm now, you couldn't imagine how it ever fit inside you.

"Yeah, that's it, I'll teach you how to stroke it right…" he groaned.  "You know how many times I had to do this to myself, just imagining claiming a little slut like you?  Your hands are so much softer, sweetheart…"

His hand tightened around yours and guided every movement, which was good because you had no chance of focusing on anything while Steve was slamming into you and moaning right by your ear.

"So wet," he whispered to you, "so warm.  All mine…"

You felt your insides grip him harder and he smiled, lips tickling your sensitive skin.

"Yeah, you like bein' mine.  You like being owned, I can feel it.  I can feel that this is exactly what you needed.  Is that what you were hoping for when you came out to these woods all by yourself?  That a big strong man would show up and stretch out this pussy?  Well I'm here now, angel, and I'm just about ready to fill you up real good."

A few more thrusts, faster and harder than ever, were enough to send Steve over the edge as you felt each pulse warm you from the inside out.  Steve groaned loudly and buried himself as deep as he could possibly go, painting his come right onto your cervix while you gasped at the sensation.

Bucky stopped moving your hand and looked down at Steve.  "Are you fucking serious— did you just come inside?"

Steve took a moment to catch his breath before answering: "duh."

"How come you get to come inside but I don't, huh?"

"Cause I went second!"

"Yeah, that's some bullshit," Bucky scoffed.

"Will you just leave now, please?" you whimpered weakly from the ground.  "You got what you wanted, now just go."

"Oh, sweetheart, we are nowhere near done with you," Steve promised, sighing as he pulled out of you slowly.

You wanted to try to get up, but your limbs were weak and numb, and your head heavy with confusion.  It made it easy for Bucky to scoop you up and carry you back the way you'd run, your tent quickly coming into view which made you realize how pitifully short your chase had been.

“Looks big enough for the three of us,” Steve noted as he tilted his head to look at your camp.

“We’re not going in yet, I think somebody needs a little creek bath first,” Bucky smiled as he started to set you down on your shaky legs.  “Go ahead and strip, doll.”

You shivered, considering resistance but deciding it wasn’t worth the trouble as you started to peel off your shirt and jacket, then your boots and slightly torn leggings.

They both smiled and watched you, Bucky snorted a little when he saw how hard your nipples were.  “It’s chilly,” you defended meekly.

“Sure it is,” he nodded, “don’t stop, get in the water when you’re done.”

You nodded slightly as you tossed the clothes aside, trying to cover yourself with your arms as you slowly walked into the stony creek, wishing the water weren’t so clear so it would cover you better.

You made a weak attempt to clean yourself, watching goosebumps cover your skin from the cool water.

"Wash yourself up good,” Bucky instructed firmly.  “I don't want any of Rogers' jizz still in you when I take that pussy again."

With a grimace, you washed between your legs and winced when your touch reawakened the sting of soreness there.

“You’re gonna have to push it out, honey, it’s real deep,” Steve grinned pridefully.

You did your best to clean up, not for Bucky’s benefit but for your own, because you hated how it felt to have Steve’s spend still within you.

“How am I supposed to dry off?” you asked nervously as you looked around, knowing you hadn’t brought a towel as you hadn’t really planned on a full creek bath during your trip.  You hadn’t planned on any of this during your trip, shockingly enough.

“You can drip dry,” Steve suggested.

“So you want me to stand naked in the cold for an hour while I dry?” you realized, irritated but still scared.

“Something like that,” Bucky confirmed.  “Unless you want us to keep you warm…”

“I’ll freeze,” you decided, stepping out of the water as Bucky snatched your clothes away to make sure you couldn’t dress.  “Gimme those!”

“Come and get ‘em,” he challenged, leaving you to huff and cross your arms, teeth chattering as the wind picked up.

You couldn’t imagine why they cared so much about testing your will when they’d already proven that they could take you however they wanted.  Perhaps it was just that they wanted to know you’d accepted that.  Better yet, they probably hoped you would participate willingly if you understood that you never had a choice.

Closing your eyes didn’t help, you could still feel their hungry gaze on you; rubbing yourself with your hands didn’t help because it just spread the cold water around on your skin, rather than actually warming you up.

It was probably less than a minute but it felt like half an hour before you relented, walking up to Bucky and looking down to avoid his stare as you meekly requested, “can I have my clothes, please?”

“But I can think of so many better ways to keep you warm,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you, Steve moving behind you to press his chest against your back.  You sighed with relief because even this was already making you feel better,  the warmth of their bodies taking out some of the chill while their size blocked you from the wind.  You mewled, ever so quietly, when you felt Bucky’s lips on your neck, your eyes falling shut as your head fell back onto Steve’s chest.  

They showered you in gentle touches and teasing kisses as they picked you up and carried you into your tent, the small space beginning to warm quickly with the heat of three people inside— or was it just you that was getting hot from what they were doing to you.

Steve was groping your tits and pinching your hardened nipples, while Bucky focused most on sucking your neck or biting just beneath your ear.  It was overwhelming, and impossible to ignore though you wanted so desperately not to be aroused.  There were only four hands exploring your body but it might as well have been a hundred because you couldn’t tell the difference, they were touching you everywhere all at once.

"Now, are you gonna behave or do we need to tie you up?" Steve asked quietly.

You shook your head wildly, tensing up just imagining that.  "Then say it," he instructed.

"I-I'll be good," you promised weakly.

Bucky grinned and slid his hand up your thigh, and though you didn’t mean to, when Bucky reached between your legs you tried to shut them and squirm away, it was instinct.

"Ah ah ah," Steve tutted.  "You said you'd be good."

"Think we oughta tie her up," Bucky nodded, feigning disappointment.

"No, please, I'm sorry—"

"Too late for sorry, dollface," Bucky smirked, grabbing a shirt from your pack and tearing it into strips like it was no effort at all.  

Steve held your wrists together for Bucky to tie, and they even tied your legs up bent and spread wide, finishing it off with a gag in your mouth.

Now you were helpless to Bucky pinching your clit, circling it with his thick and calloused finger, applying pressure to it until your eyes watered.  At first it was exploratory, delicate, but once he’d found the most sensitive places he began to rub your clit hard and fast, laughing every time you moaned and flicking the sensitive bud to make your body jolt.

"Yeah, this little cunt's getting all wet, y'like having your pussy played with?" he smirked.

He accentuated his question with a few sudden spanks to your clit that made you jerk and yelp.  The worst thing was that each slap made a wet sound that made you sure you were soaking by now.

“I know you want it so bad, don’t worry doll, I’m not gonna make you wait anymore…”

He caged you in and opened his jeans one more time, the process going much more quickly since he didn’t have to hold you down— you could squirm and cry, but that was about it.  

With a little grunt, he pushed into you, and with how wet you were it actually went it much more easily.  It was by no means painless though, especially since he was already moving and giving you no time to adjust.

"Yeah, that's better," he sighed, grinning as he watched you whine into the gag.  "Now I can really take my time with you, show you how good I can make you feel."

He was certainly more relaxed than the first time, his pace measured and calculated as he made sure his hips met with yours fully at the end of each stroke.  His width wasn’t as challenging in this position but his length certainly was, bumping into your sore and delicate cervix until you were forced to bite down onto the gag to cope.

But, in spite of the pain, or perhaps because of it, something deep and strong was forming inside you, tightening and twisting until it took all your effort not to let it spill forth.

He reached down and roughly rubbed your clit again, forcing a muffled scream from your throat as he grinned down at you.  “Close already, huh?  Good to know I haven’t lost my touch after all these years.”

You almost heard Steve scoff beside you, but it was hard to hear anything when your ears felt like they were full of cotton, only your own echoing heartbeat ringing louder than anything else.

"Yeah, I wanna feel you fuckin' come,” Bucky growled.  “Bet you get even tighter every time."

As much as you wished not to, you fell over the edge, back arching until your chest bumped into Bucky’s where he hovered above you.  He coaxed you along in his words and movements, your walls clenching in a nonsensical rhythm.  More than anything you just wished he would stop moving so you could catch your breath, but his pace never faltered and it felt like you’d never stop coming if he never stopped fucking you.

“That’s it, good fucking girl,” he groaned, “makin’ you feel so good, aren’t I?  Answer me.”

You hesitated, and sniffled, but finally nodded.

Even worse, your clit was so swollen now that he didn’t even need to rub it with his thumb anymore; his cock rubbed against it with each movement, the ridges of his shaft massaging you there until it felt like every part of your body had become the most sensitive place possible.  You shook violently beneath him, each wave of pleasure stronger than the last until you felt like you had lost all sense of time, and space, and really anything that wasn’t being fucked in this tent like the fate of the world depended on it.

"Get outta the tent, Steve,” Bucky instructed suddenly.

"Why?" Steve protested with a scoff.

"I can't come with you starin' at me!"

"I'm not looking at you, dumbass,” he sneered, “I'm lookin’ at her.  So pretty when she cries…"

"Whatever, either way, just go outside please?" 

Clearly irritated but relenting anyways, Steve grunted under his breath as he got up, stepping unceremoniously over both of you.  Bucky sighed with relief when Steve zipped the tent flap shut behind him, turning his attention back to you.  “That’s better, isn’t it?  Just me and you… way it oughta be.”

“I heard that!” Steve called from outside.

“Then stop listening!” Bucky suggested through his teeth before leaning down to whisper in your ear, holding your hips tight so he could fuck you harder than ever.  "I don't give a fuck what he says, I'm coming in you this time.  Not pulling out until I know every drop is in you, wanna see this pussy stuffed to the brim with my come… you want it too, huh?”

Another electrifying pulse inside you made your channel flutter around him, and how cruel that the moan he made actually turned you on more.

"Fuck, that's it, squeeze my fuckin' dick, honey.  Wanna milk all the come outta my cock, don't you?"

You nodded again, hearing him moan in that perfect way one more time before you started to feel him pulse and swell within you, streams of hot come pouring into you.  The amount was pretty impressive since he’d already come once, although you didn’t exactly feel ‘impressed,’ so much as horrified and confused.  And numb, from coming so many times.

Bucky smiled down at you with an exhausted sigh, smacking you lightly on the face a few times to try to rouse you from your blissed-out state, but all you could do was hum sleepily into the gag.

“M’gonna untie you now, you’re too out of it to try anything,” he explained, releasing the gag first before working on your wrists and your legs.  A rush of warm come oozed out of your abused hole when he pulled back, making your face heat up as he smiled and held your legs up to see it better.  “Yeah, filled you up real nice,” he informed you.  He gave a reassuring pat to your thigh before getting up and getting out of the tent, leaving you to stare blankly into nothingness for a while.

Eventually, you knew you had to face the world again, though you were more sure than ever that you weren’t prepared for it.  Grabbing a blanket from the floor of the tent and covering yourself with it, you took a slow breath to try to stabilize yourself.

For how slow time seemed to have passed so far, you were surprised to see the sun setting when you opened the tent flap and stepped outside.  You realized, with a sick feeling in your chest, that they had been using you nearly all day now.  And considering they were waiting for you around the fire, giving you a glance up and down as you emerged from the tent, they still might not stop for a while.

In fact, they’d made themselves very comfortable from the looks of it.  The fire was burning stronger than ever, three logs positioned around the sides of the firepit to sit on; a pot was over the fire, and you recognized the contents as some of the food supplies from your pack.  Best of all, Steve had found your battery radio and adjusted the station, blues quietly playing from the speaker as he used your hunting knife to whittle a stick.

Serves you right to suffer, the smooth voice crooned from the broadcast, serves you right to be alone...

For a moment, the three of you sat in silence as you took in the scene.  But when the wind changed and the heat of the fire no longer reached you, you remembered you had business to attend to.  

“C-Can I have my clothes back now?” you asked Bucky quietly, seeing them draped over the side of one of the logs.

“I think if you get dressed you’ll try to run again,” Steve mumbled, not even looking up at you.

“No, I won’t, I’m too tired,” you explained.  “I just don’t want to be cold.”

“Fire’s hot enough,” Bucky dismissed.  “Why don’t you just lay down a while, hm?  Get some rest.  You earned it.”

You weren’t just tired physically, but mentally, which is partly why you didn’t put up more of a fight before going over to the log and laying beside it, the blanket around you protecting you from the cold ground while you used your clothes as a sort of pillow on the log.

It couldn’t have been that you were asleep, because you could still hear the fire and the radio and Steve’s whittling (a constant reminder that he had a knife), but with your eyes closed and the darkness getting darker it was almost like sleep.  A draining, restless sleep that did nothing to shelter you from the memories of what you’d become.

So, you opened your eyes, staring into the flames instead and venturing the occasional glance at Bucky or Steve; the former always met your stare, the latter would only look up if a sound got his attention.

“You gonna take a turn?” Bucky asked Steve casually, motioning to you by cocking his head.

“Not yet, need a while to... you know, build up some energy,” Steve explained.

“Mind if I have another go then?”

“She’s all yours,” Steve approved, making Bucky grin as he got up and circled the log you were slumped over.  

“Y’hear that, dollface?  All mine,” he cooed, picking you up and adjusting you until you were bent over the log, facing Steve and the fire.  Your clothes kept your naked torso from rubbing against the bark, thankfully, but nothing could spare you from Bucky’s incessant touch, running up your back, over your butt which he spanked a few times for good measure, and finally to your entrance which he pushed two fingers into first.  “Mm, we stretched you out pretty good… you’ll be back in shape by the mornin’, but until then, I just slide right in…”

And he proved himself right with one long stroke that pushed his cock to the deepest parts of you, pushing your hips forward into the log as you tried your best to keep your breathing steady.

He was uniquely quiet this time, still moaning and grunting occasionally but otherwise sparing you from the constant taunts and filthy whispers.  Steve, meanwhile, was doing his best to look unaffected, but the subtle adjustment of his legs along with the increased vigor of his carving made it clear he was distracted by the sight in front of him.

Bucky’s strong hands on your hips were sure to leave marks, fingertips digging into your curves and pulling you back onto him, spearing you on his length.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he sighed, “gonna come.”

And it was actually a relief because this was going to end (for now), which was definitely the only reason you moaned in response.  He got more talkative after that, smacking you on the ass a few more times as he chuckled darkly behind you. 

“Fuck, take it, doll… take all my fuckin’ come.”

It was sort of a meaningless instruction, since you had to, but he seemed to enjoy reminding you that he was about to take his pleasure from your body one more time.  He made a weak little moaning noise, almost pained, as he filled you once again, slumping down on top of you and for the first time really showing signs of exhaustion after coming three times in a day.  You were so out of it that you hardly noticed his weight on you, or the little kisses he gave to your ear, whispering praises that tried your best not to hear.  

He pulled out and came back around to look at your face again, pulling you up slightly by your hair so you looked up at him.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he groaned.  “Open your mouth sweetheart,” he instructed, spitting onto your tongue as soon as you’d done it, then lifting your jaw to make you close your mouth and swallow.

He tugged your hair harder before he kissed you, more possessive than affectionate, but unexpected regardless.  His tongue tangled with yours as he reached down to circle his hand around your neck, feeling your pulse but not going so far as to choke you.

A little groan from Steve caught both his attention and yours.  "You wanna fuck her, Stevie?"

"Oh god, I want that ass, I want that fuckin ass," he answered through his teeth, making you gulp as Bucky laughed.

"Go for it, man," he encouraged, and only a second after he stood up you both heard and felt Steve appear behind you, one calloused hand spreading your cheeks; you whimpered from embarrassment when you felt a finger circle your tight rim, before slowly pushing in.

"Fuck," you whispered, and it sounded much more like a curse of pleasure than you intended.

"Yeah, you want it don't you?" he asked through his teeth, giving you a hard spank that made you cry out.  Bucky slapped you when you didn't answer, grabbing your jaw roughly.

"He asked you a question," he reminded you firmly, the sound of Steve spitting into his hand and coating your hole and his length distracting you slightly.

"Yes, yes, I want it!" you sobbed.

"Where?"

"In my ass!"

Your body put up significant resistance against his swollen head, but it was no match for his rough thrust forward, the tip of him popping inside and stretching you painfully.  You bit your lip but it was impossible to stay quiet when he slid the rest of the way in.

You cried out as he moaned with satisfaction, already moving so much faster than you could handle (which, to be fair, was a low bar).

"Oh my god," he breathed.  "So fuckin' tight…"

The pain was sharp, and it felt like the base of his cock was impossibly thicker than the rest of him since you whined every time he pushed in.

"Aw, does it hurt baby?  That's my cock ruining your little hole, sweetheart…"

"Stop," you rasped, "please… please stop…"

"Nah, I think you like it… I think what you really needed was just to be put in your place, fucked in every hole so you know exactly what you're meant for."

Bucky appeared in front of you again, stroking himself in front of your face, still slick from behind inside you.

"See what a mess you made on my cock, dollface?  I think you need to help me clean it up," he groaned, holding your jaw open to stuff his cock into your mouth and stifle your sobs.  The taste of your and his come was potent and musky on your tongue, his head pushing right into your open throat when you tried to gag.

Steve held you tighter as he thrusted a bit more vigorously, Bucky simultaneously using your throat as he stroked your hair and cheek.  

You couldn’t remember how to do anything but just take it now.  At times their paces synchronized and you felt like you were being filled to the brim at both ends.  Other times they were in a syncopation where one pushed in just as the other pulled out, meaning you had no real breaks at all.

Bucky was too weak to come again, that much was obvious, but he was happy to choke you anyways; and Steve, well, Steve was moaning more now than he had from your mouth or pussy, apparently trying to hold himself back even though he had no reason to try to prolong this— unless he actually wanted to see you in pain more than he wanted to finish?

“You want me to come in your ass?” Steve interrogated you with a spank to your thigh.  “Beg for it.”

You shook your head around the length in your mouth.

“It doesn’t stop until you beg me for it, isn’t that what you want?  You want it to stop, right?”

Had you really fallen into his trap that easily?  

Bucky pulled back to give you the opportunity to meet Steve’s request, and you sucked in a lungful of air before finally whimpering: “Please, Steve… please come…”

“Where?” he pressed, ever-determined to make you remind him where he was fucking you.

“Please come in my ass…”

“If you say so, sweetheart,” he snickered before starting to thrust faster and more erratically, chasing his peak which you prayed was close.  It was, thankfully, though never close enough, and you forgot that the swell of his pulsating cock would stretch your tired hole even wider.

And, you forgot that he had no reason to pull out just because he’d come.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “that was good.”

You tried to kick him away but it was impossible with how hard he’d pinned you down to the log.

“Just stay still and keep my cock warm in this pretty ass of yours, alright?” he instructed, all the while Bucky stared down at you with a satisfied smirk on his face, combing your hair a bit with his fingers.

“You’re tired, huh?” he noticed.  “We’ll get you to bed soon.”

“Will you leave?” you instantly returned.

“We need somewhere to make camp for the night, too.  And since there’s already a perfectly good camp right here…”

“No,” you whined, “no, you’re never gonna leave me alone, are you?”

“We’ll talk about it in the morning, alright?” he offered.

//

It was truly a testament to how physically exhausted you were that you managed to fall asleep squished between your two personal monsters.

Bucky was behind you, essentially spooning you while Steve had an arm draped over your chest.  And even with the heavy weight on you, physical and metaphysical, you would’ve slept through the night easily if it weren’t for the feeling of Steve running his hands over your body, groping you wherever he could reach.

You opened your eyes but it was still pitch darkness, giving you no distraction from the physical sensations of Steve's fingers delicately grazing over your skin.  Behind you, the quiet stability of Bucky’s breathing made it clear he was still asleep and unaware.

“Steve,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Shh,” he soothed below his breath, right by your ear.  “He sleeps like a rock, we’re not gonna wake him up with a little fooling around.”  

Amazingly enough, that wasn’t exactly what you were worried about.  But you discontinued your dissent as he lightly suckled the lobe of your ear, fingers tracing abstract shapes over your hip.  You heard your own breath catch, and he must have too because he smiled and nibbled on your neck.

You shivered when he started to pull you closer, laying you back to reach between your legs and toy with your overly-sensitive folds.  His fingers found your clit and rubbed it in slow circles, making you writhe and jolt as shocks of pleasure shot through you.

“So sensitive,” he praised darkly, pushing against you harder.  “Gettin’ wet, honey?  Want you dripping before I put my cock in you.”

Bucky stirred beside you, pulling you closer in his sleep though Steve kept a strong hold on your lower half.  It was nearly claustrophobic being sandwiched between them like this, made even worse when Steve adjusted your hips and you felt his cock rub against you.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispered in your ear, cradling your face in his large, rough hands.

“I— I want it,” you whispered back, biting your lip to stay quiet when he pushed in.  You were still sore, but the wetness helped ease his way as he filled you to the brim, groaning softly and thrusting much more gently than you expected.  It was all very relaxed, and languid, and… sleepy.  It was so much easier to pretend that you wanted this when it was gentle and patient like this, when you couldn’t see his face

“You two got started without me?” Bucky interjected, making you both gasp.   

"You seemed pretty busy snoring over there," Steve explained with an unamused tone.  “You know, Barnes, I actually broke out of prison so I wouldn’t have to sleep in the same room as you for the rest of my life.”

“Leave if you want, Rogers, I’ll keep the girl and you can take her battery radio, ya limpdick.”

“Limpdick?  Were you not here for the past twenty-four hours?” 

“Yeah, I was fucking this sweet little thing while you were out there by the fire doing your arts and crafts.”

And just like that, your sweet and gentle sex was gone; Steve was determined to claim you now, fucking you harder and faster until you couldn’t hold back your broken moans.  "Yeah, you like that?" he growled against your ear.  "You like gettin' fucked?  Say it."

"Y-yes, I like it," you gasped.

"We're gonna be on the run for a while…" Bucky mumbled against your skin as he kissed your shoulder, "sure wouldn't mind takin' you with us, keeping our own little pet to fuck whenever we want."

You tried not to stop breathing entirely when he said that, distracted by Steve slowing down slightly, offering some reprieve.

"Been so long without touchin' a woman," Steve added huskily, "I don't know if one day is enough."

"Yeah, plus we've already got you obedient, trained, fucked braindead and full of come," Bucky replied, biting down on your skin to make you whimper and he chuckled happily.

"Are you sure you can share, Barnes?" Steve pressed.  "I know if you had it your way she'd be ripped to shreds by now."

"Whatever man, you're the one who tore her ass up."

Steve scoffed slightly, while Bucky continued.

"You wanna come with us sweetheart?  We'll be real good to you, keep your holes wet and full for a couple months straight at least.  You won't have to worry about a thing, won't have to lift a finger, just keep your legs spread and you'll be peachy."

"Hey, that's what we'll call you: Peach," Steve decided.  "It's perfect, isn't it?  'Cause you're sweet… and soft… and I could just eat you up," he purred.

"Wanna be our girl, Peach?" Bucky prompted.

"No, please…"

You expected anger, you expected them to hurt you, but you didn't expect them to laugh.  "Looks like our sweet little Peach hasn't had a chance to realize how good it's gonna be with us," Steve announced.  

"Yeah, let's show her how much she wants to be our girl," Bucky snickered, holding your hips as Steve started to move inside you again.

Bucky, meanwhile, was grabbing handfuls of your ass and groaning as he rubbed his cock against you.  One finger explored your rim and slowly pushed in.

"Looks like you're still a little loosened up from when Stevie here gave it to you, huh?  He was real mean, wasn't he?"

You nodded, clutching harder into Steve's chest as he fucked you faster.

"Then taking me should be a breeze."

Truly, you had no idea how this was possible.  I'm the dark it all felt like a fever dream, but when Bucky pushed into your available opening while Steve was still fucking you… it was definitely real, the feeling was too overwhelming not to be.

'A breeze' was definitely an exaggeration but it was undeniably easier, especially since being half-asleep made your body so much more relaxed.  You still hissed when Bucky's hips met your ass, you still choked on a breath at the feeling of two cocks buried all the way inside you, but it wasn't from pain as much as being full beyond your wildest dreams

"You were right about this ass, Rogers, goddamn…" Bucky moaned, holding your hips tight and beginning to thrust.

"Fuck, can hardly believe you're takin' both of us," Steve sighed against your ear.  "I know you love it, Peach, I know you love bein' so full…"

Your lips fumbled with the desire to moan a name but not sure whose to say; so instead you just babbled mindlessly, sounded just as dumbfounded as you felt.

But they weren't having any problems speaking, in fact they were more talkative than ever, each whispering in a different ear and making shivers crawl up your spine with every word.

"You're making us feel so good, such a good girl, aren't you Peachy baby?"

"Such a perfect fucking whore, so wet already just from being used."

"Want us to come inside, huh Peach?  Wanna be full of come?”

Each time you arched your back, it only somehow pushed them both deeper, so deep you couldn’t think about anything else anymore.  Bucky was moving at a much slower pace than Steve, such that they would only occasionally thrust all the way in at exactly the same time— and when they did, you heard yourself moan but refused to believe it was you making the sound because it sounded nothing like you, it didn’t even seem like something you would do; enjoying this that much, that is.

“You’re close, huh?  Gonna come for both of us?”

You found yourself nodding, even though they couldn’t see it, but Bucky must have felt it against his shoulder because he laughed a little, grabbing your face and turning you back to kiss you hungrily.  When he moved his kiss down to the back of your neck, Steve captured your lips instead, less dominating than Bucky’s but no less intense.  The moan that undeniably signalled your orgasm was nearly lost against Steve’s tongue, but they both heard it and began to pump into you faster, keeping you suspended in your pleasure.

Steve lost it first, spilling into you with a choked groan and a tight grip on your arms that was sure to bruise.  Bucky was close behind, panting with each hurried thrust until he finally moaned and filled your ass with ropes of hot come, a sensation you never could’ve imagined, let alone predicted you would experience twice in one day.

Bucky rubbed your thighs while he caught his breath while Steve peppered your face in tender kisses, both of them showering you in affection you had no idea how to handle.

“Whaddaya say, dollface?” Bucky prompted as he kissed just beneath your ear.  “Y’like bein’ our little Peach, don’t you?”

You stammered over a few different responses, none of them very good, until Steve finally instructed you: “say yes.”

“Yes,” you repeated instantly.

“I can tell you do, you soaked my cock real good,” Steve praised with a grin you could feel against your cheek and hear in his gravelly voice.  “We’ll head out in the morning, alright?  Soon we’ll be somewhere where nobody knows who we are, what we’ve done… doesn’t that sound nice, Peach?  A chance to start over?”

A fresh start never hurt anyone, right?

//

Months on the run made the night all blend together, you didn’t even know what state you were in anymore and you couldn’t find the energy to care.

It was definitely harder to hitchhike with three people, and a disturbing amount of truckers offered to take you alone but not your companions— and obviously they would never allow such a thing.  At this point, you were better off with the devils you knew, anyways.  At least with them you knew what to expect.

Specifically, you could expect Steve to be aloof and brooding until he occasionally snapped and became possessive over you again, asserting his dominance over you and Bucky however he could manage— usually by covering your body in his marks and every once in a while by covering your face with his come.  You could expect Bucky to taunt and mock you, cornering you into consenting to his relentless barrage of pleasure and pain, over and over again watching you struggle to maintain your sense of denial and disgust, reminding you that you loved being fucked just how he wanted.

In fact, today was a pretty typical day while the three of you crashed in a motel, Steve staying silent and distant while Bucky kissed his way down your stomach that rose and fell shakily with each breath.

“Bucky, p-please,” you whispered, closing your eyes so you could more easily pretend it wasn’t you begging him for more.

"What's that, Peach?  Want me to lick up your juice?" he grinned.

You shuddered and he chuckled as he knelt down between your legs to give a long, slow lick over your sex.  Your entire body jolted when his rough tongue slid over your swollen clit, so he focused there until your legs were quivering and your head fell back.  

"Mm, so sweet…” he cooed.  “Come getta taste a’this, Steve.”

“I’m busy,” Steve refused, turning the page of his newspaper.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Bucky sighed, standing up straighter and leaving your pussy ignored; you whined a little, but it fell on deaf ears.  “I’d love to see what you’re reading that could possibly be more interesting than this.”

“There’s an article about us,” Steve answered sternly, looking up from the paper to meet Bucky’s gaze, before glancing to look at you.  “All three of us.”

Bucky huffed and stood up, leaving you naked on the bed as he crossed the room to tear the paper from Steve’s hands.  His eyes scanned the page until he landed on the part Steve must have been referring to.  “Holy shit,” he breathed.  “Look, Peach, you made the papers!”

He brought over the article for you to read, and you sat up straighter when you saw that a photo of yourself had been included alongside the mugshots of Steve and Bucky.

Two escaped prisoners, one missing woman, spotted in woods near Schenectady, NY...

“When is this from?” you asked nervously.

“The paper’s from today, but we were in Schenectady two weeks ago,” Steve explained.  “They aren’t anywhere near us.”

It brought back memories of TV broadcasts you’d seen in hotels, radio news Steve had turned off before you heard too much.  Phrases like ‘statewide manhunt,’ ‘federal investigation,’ and ‘trafficked woman,’ which had once been foreign to you, now represented your deepest anxieties.

Bucky saw the fear on your face and knelt down on the bed beside you, stroking your face gently.  “Aw, Peach, don’t be scared… they’re not gonna find us, I promise.”

“If they did… what would happen to me?” you asked weakly.  You truly had no idea if you’d be returned home and treated as the victim of a crime, or if you’d be arrested and charged as a perpetrator, as a collaborator who aided in the escape and continued flee of two violent criminals.  They’d already gotten you in on a few robberies, even one bank— could you defend yourself by saying that you were forced to do it?  

“Nobody’s gonna take you away from us,” Bucky assured sternly, not quite answering your question but making it clear that was all you were gonna get.  You reached up to rest your hand atop his where it held your cheek, letting your watery eyes fall shut before you looked back up into his enrapturing gaze again.

“Kiss me, Bucky, please,” you whispered, making him laugh and shake his head.

“No, Peachy, I would but I know where that mouth has been.  Steve woke you up in the middle of the night to choke on his cock, thought I wouldn’t hear, huh?”

You gasped a little and Steve crossed his arms where he sat in the chair.  Bucky turned his attention back to Steve with a look of challenge on his face.  “She’s scared, Stevie, won’t you come over here and make her feel better?”

Steve sighed but relented and stood up, crossing the room to stand beside the bed and stare down at you.  For a moment you didn’t know what he intended to do, until he knelt down and grabbed your hips, pulled your spread legs closer to the edge of the bed where he latched his lips onto your slick and swollen folds.

“Oh god,” you moaned, reaching down to tangle your fingers into his hair, his tongue pushing inside you right away, twisting and thrusting and licking right over your g-spot until your eyes rolled back in your head and your back arched up off the faded quilt.  Bucky grinned as he watched you, leaning down to kiss your neck, then suckle on a hardened nipple, then lick over your hips until finally he bit down on the inside of your thigh.  You yelped a little and felt him smile against your delicate skin.

“I told you we’d take care of you, babydoll,” he mumbled, voice all deep and throaty like it got when he was about to spend an hour reminding you who you belonged to.

Sometimes you dreamed of the life you had before this, of the person you were when you only belonged to yourself, but that life was gone forever and it wasn’t coming back.  Each day you mourned it in a different way.  At first it was just the loss of dignity, then it was the loss at any chance of gaining that dignity back.  You missed your friends and family, but you realized they wouldn’t welcome you back with open arms after this long.

You realized it was well and truly over the first time a man on the news called you an accomplice to the ‘rampant crime spree’ of Bucky and Steve.  Just a few weeks later, the stories changed from two prisoners and their kidnapping victim, to three prisoners.  And yes, you were a prisoner, but the police didn’t see a difference between you and them anymore.  You had no reason to run, no motive for escape.  They were the only thing keeping you alive and free now, even if this freedom wasn’t exactly overflowing with liberties.

So, you accepted as quickly as you could that this was your new life; every morning you banished the memories of who you used to be, and every night you prayed that your lovers wouldn’t be caught.  And it wasn’t so bad of a life to have, even if it wasn’t the life you would’ve chosen for yourself— there was something nice about it, really, never very calm but still having its moments of peace and domesticity.  Like falling asleep in the backseat of a stolen truck while Steve played blues on the radio.  Like sitting in Bucky’s lap as he told you all about the beautiful tropical islands they’d take you to someday.  Like when Steve robbed a jewelry store and told you he’d picked that one because they had the ring he’d seen in a magazine ad, the ring he decided he wanted you to wear from now on.  Like being Mrs. Barnes when Bucky introduced you to his criminal connections, and being Mrs. Rogers when Steve did the same the next night.

Maybe you’d forgotten how to be anything else but their sweet, quiet, obedient Peach, but maybe it wasn’t such a bad wrap after all.

[viatagrinner]

Event: A sweet life with you as a pet*.

Luke Randolf.

Working at a bookstore in the city, I picked up a man who had lost his memory and had collapsed in front of my house one rainy day.

I live happily with a big, affectionate bear who loves honey and spoils me every day.

??? : Oh.. Morning..

When I opened my eyes to the calm voice, my gaze collided with a pair of young leaf-coloured eyes peering at me.

MC: Huh?.. Luke?

Luke: You're finally awake..Good morning, MC.

(Okay, so it wasn't a dream.)

In front of me stands Luke, a man with amnesia I picked up on a rainy day. He's doing a good job around the house and taking care of everything around him.

At first I felt like he was a kind older brother, but now I was beginning to feel more than that.

Luke: I don't usually get up this early, I still looked sleepy.

Luke: You got home late last night. You work hard every day.

When a large hand caresses my head, I feel comfortable in the spring sunshine and the experience comes naturally.

Luke: Well, it's your day off, so why don't you get some more sleep?

MС: No, I'll get up.

Luke: Then drink this for now. It'll wake you up a little.

MС: Thanks.. Well, it smells good.

Accepting the offered teacup, I quenche my thirst with a cup of warm tea.

By the time the cup is empty, I am completely awake.

Luke: Well, let's have breakfast before it gets cold.

MC: Yes, that's right. I'm looking forward to Luke's dinner!

Just as I'm about to get out of bed, Luke picks me up and hurriedly puts his arms around my neck.

MС: I don't need you to take me in your arms, I can walk on my own.

Luke: I know, but I want to take you with me.

I was moved to a table right next to it and gently lowered onto a chair, where breakfast was waiting for me, with the sweet aroma of honey in the air.

Luke: I made those beignets** you were eating so well the other day.

MC: Thank you, Luke. I'll enjoy having this.

I immediately eat the beignets that Luke puts on my plate, and the sweet aroma of honey fills my mouth.

MC: Hmm, Luke's beignets are really good!

Luke: Oh, if you like it so much, I'll make it again any time.

MC: Hmm, if you say that, I'm going to want you to make me one every day.

All of Luke's dishes were delicious, and I finished them all in no time today.

(I would be happy if I could eat such delicious food for the rest of my life...)

In the afterglow of a happy breakfast, an extended fingertip touches the negligee.

MC: Wait, wait. I'll get changed by myself.

Luke: Really? That's too bad.

(Unfortunately...)

When he looked at me with a mischievous smile, I felt my heart beat faster and faster.

Luke: Then let me set your hair.

After a gentle pat on the head, Luke headed for the kitchen and I hurriedly started to get dressed.

(Luke must think of me as a little sister...)

(That's why he tries to help me get dressed, as a matter of course, I'm sure).

I dispelled the haze that was beginning to puff up in my heart and put on the clothes I was used to wearing.

Luke: I see you've finished getting dressed. Well, come here, then.

Luke invited me to join him on the bed. I sat down next to him and carefully brushed my hair.  His big hand twisted the bundle of hair around his finger. I felt comfortable with his gentle touch.

He's a very good friend of mine, and I'm very glad to have him.

Luke: Your hair is so fluffy and beautiful. Makes me want to touch it all the time.

MС: Is that so? I don't know...

(It's so nice to be praised by Luke.)

The words, delivered in a laid-back tone, made my heart flutter as if it were a matter of course.

But I soon came to myself with a huff, remembering what I had just done.

(The only thing I've done by myself since I woke up is get dressed...)

(Yesterday and the day before.. Luke does most of it for me...)

(...not good if this continues).

MC: Hey, Luke. I don't have to work today, I'll do the housework.

MC: I'm sorry I always leave it to you.

Luke: Don't worry about it. I'm doing this because I like it.

MC: Then at least let me help you.

There must be something I can do even now. I look around the room again.

However, there was not a single dirty spot on the well-washed floor, and the laundry was clean and tidy.

The table on which breakfast was supposed to be served had also been cleaned before I knew it.

(I don't seem to have anything to do.)

As my shoulders slumped, a large hand stroked my head.)

Luke: You're looking very down.

Luke: I mean, why do you want to help so badly?

MС: Because if I let Luke take care of the house, I won't be able to do anything by myself, will I?

Luke: What's the problem with that?

MC: It's a problem. I can't stay away from Luke.

(It's not like Luke is going to be around for the rest of his life.)

As soon as I thought that, I felt my chest tighten.

(I can't believe how painful it is just to put it into words... Maybe it's already too late.)

MC: I can't stay away from Luke.

Luke: Well, then don't stay away from me. I going to be around for the rest of my life.

MC: For the rest of your life... What are you talking about? Is Luke okay with that?

Luke: Of course it's okay. I like MC.

MC:.... Huh?

My heart skips a beat at the unexpected and sudden confession.

I am sure that Luke loves me as a family member. There is no way he has romantic feelings for me.

(Because he never showed any sign of it until now.)

MC: When you say you like me, do you mean as a sister? Don't tease me too much.

Unable to look straight into the young leaf-colored eyes, I involuntarily remove my gaze.

Luke: I never thought of you as my sister.

MC:... Oh?!

Surprised by his words, I was suddenly pushed down on the bed. He looked at me with a passion that I had never seen before, and my heart began to beat fast.

Luke: This is not the kind of thing you do to a girl you like.

Fingertips gently caressing my cheeks slid down my neck and over blouse.

(Suddenly.... totally different from the Luke from a while ago.)

There is no usual gentle bear atmosphere, and Luke, who looks like a confusing man, looks down at me.

MC: Wait, wait. I know how Luke feels.

MC: But I can't pull myself together...I didn't think Luke liked me, so...

Luke: You know, if I didn't like you, I wouldn't take such good care of you.

Luke: I want to do everything for you because you're the one I love more than anyone else.

Luke: But if you don't want that, I'll still be your big brother.

(Sneaky.... I don't think I could have seen Luke as a brother once I found out about his feelings)

(I'm sure Luke himself knows that...)

As he raised his upper body from the bed, I gently placed his own lips on Luke's.

The sweet smell of honey filled the air and warm feelings filled the inside of my chest.

MC: I love you... I love Luke as a man.

Luke: I love MC too.

Luke: As a lover, I will spoil you more than ever and take good care of you.

I put my arms around his big back as he hugs me tightly, and in response, I return the affection.

I am sure that I will never be able to leave Luke's side again.

The bear-like man I picked up by chance was a very sly man with a dreamy sweet kindness.

*The event is timed to celebrate the release of Rio's route in the Japanese version of the app. The point is what would have happened if MC had picked up one of the princes instead of Rio. Alas, I haven't enough points for Clavis and Chevalier. But the stories of Licht, Luke, Gilbert, Sylvio, and Keith will be posted. **Beignet is a type of fritter, or deep-fried pastry, typically made from pâte à choux, but may also be made from other types of dough, including yeast dough.

[floraltypes]

OHSHC Meeting The Parents

Who - ohshc hosts x reader

Type - fluff !

Summary - the hosts meeting your parents

AN - my requests are open so request something!

unedited :/

Tamaki

You had told Tamaki that your mother was dying to meet him

The woman wouldn’t stop asking you questions regarding him after you dropped a hint you were dating someone

So, one day she threatened to lower your allowance if you wouldn’t invite him over

Hence, why you are running around with trying to finish up your hair and the maid trying to help is stressing herself since you won’t sit down

When the doorbell was rung the butler quickly opened it and your mother and you both rushed down the stairs to try and get there first

Tamaki looked nervous in the beginning but his eyes lit up once they landed on your figure

“Y/n!” He called out, jumping a bit

Tamaki was very much dressed for the occasion, no surprise, and cleaned up well

You mother put a hand on her heart while Tamaki squished you into his arms

“So adorable, my little y/n,” Your mother cooed

“Uh, Tamaki, I can’t breathe,” He let you go quickly, put kept his arms on your shoulders

He soon realized that your mother was there and quickly turned around bowing a few times and apologizing for not greeting her sooner

“No worries dear, why don’t we go to the dining room to begin eating. Y/n’s father will be later due to work,” Your mother told him

The three of you sat at the larger table, Tamaki sitting right besides you

Your mother asked him many questions and he happily answered, staring at you most of the time and your mother could just tell how much he was in love

She thought he was so cute on how he kept asking you questions throughout dinner to involve you in the conversation like ‘what is your favorite class?’ ‘Y/n, you like that game too, as well, correct?’ ‘Y/n sure is very intelligent!’

Your father ended up being very late and didn’t eat with you three

You and Tamaki decided to go to a one of your extra rooms where there was a large TV and couch

You both sat down besides each other and watched something on the television, Tamaki holding your hand

At one point, Tamaki was trying to reach over you to reach a drink on the table besides you, but it ended up being farther than he thought and he feel ontop of you

He looked up from your legs with a awkward, yet cute, smile

At that exact moment the doors swung open and your father walked in

“I apologize for being late, your mother said the boy was in he- why are you laying inappropriately on top of my child?”

“Uh, i-, no, never!”

Let’s say your father didn’t think the highest of Tamaki like your mother did…

Kyoya

You were both working on some homework one day when you brought up the idea

“Do you think it’s about time to meet my parents?”

“Should I?” He asked back

To be honest, Kyoya knew he was a respectable man and knew how to behave, but still had some nerves

You also didn’t want to exactly have to sit through a long dinner with your boring parents who only knew how to talk about business deals and money, but it would be something your family would eventually ask you

When it came time, you were meeting Kyoya and his parents at a restaurant with your own

When the two of you viewed each-other your eyes lit up a little

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Kyoya’s father greeted, bowing in front of your parents who soon exchanged the gesture

You greeted Kyoya’s father, your second time seeing Kyoya’s parents again after the dinner you had with them not too long ago

“Y/n,” Kyoya pulled out the chair for you, which you soon sat down on and he sat right beside you, your other side being taken by your mother

“Kyoya, you’re the youngest, correct?” Your father quickly asked, sending a glare

“I am the youngest son, yes,”

“Ah, so you should know what competition is like,”

“I do,”

“Good because they’re many men competing for my daughters hand in marriage,” He laughed, soon turning his attention back to your mother who was chatting with Kyoya’s parents

He mumbled something to himself and grabbed your hand, intertwining it with his

You rubbed small patterns with your pointer finger as a quiet way to reassure him, sending a small smile which seemed to lighten his mood highly

He knew that with you competition seemed worth it, something he was willing to put up with as long as having a chance with you is the prize

When the two of your guys’s families were getting to depart, Kyoya turned to your father before leaving

“I know competition, and I’m very successful in all types of it, I will win the competition for your daughters hand, I just hope you will be able to accept the victor,”

Hikaru

Telling Hikaru that your mother found it important for her to meet him seemed ridiculous to him

Both of your parents weren’t apart of the relationship, so what should it matter what they think of the other

You loved him and he loved you, he didn’t need anyone else to say otherwise

“Come on Hikaru! My mother will continue to bother me until you finally agree,”

“Only if you promise me something,” He quickly told you, snickering secretly at his brilliant plan

“Anything, I’m so tired of her complaining,”

“A kiss,”

You quickly moved your lips to hover in front of his and connected into a sweet and short kiss

His cheeks brightened to a vibrant pink and he scowled turning his head away

“Not now,” He mumbled.

A week later he was outside your door with a cocky smile and a bouquet in hand, (advice from Kaoru)

“Hello, Mr and Miss L/n,” He bowed, handing the bouquet to your mother

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you son,” Your father put a hand on his shoulder

“Son?” Hikaru asked silently, looking at you with confusion

“My father always wanted a boy,” You tell him, laughing a little

“You look nice Miss L/n,” Hikaru complimented your mother, already

“Oh Y/n, he is so kind!”

Though at first, Hikaru thought meeting your parents was ridiculous, now he’s laughing with them at some joke your father made and being invited over next week for another dinner

Kaoru

He’s another person who isn’t so confident about the idea

You both were snuggling on his bed, his arms wrapped around your waist and head lying on your chest while you combed through his hair

“My grandma wants to meet you,”

“She does?” He looked up with a spectacle look

“She isn’t bad, much more open to things considered her age,”

“It makes sense why she would want to meet me, so I guess,” He sighed, then taking in the comfort from the position he was in.

“I don’t want to make a bad impression,”

“You won’t! She just wants to treat you to one of her iconic desserts,”

The both of you slowly got up from your spots and got ready to go to your grandmas that evening

When she opened the door, she gave you a tight hug and then soon threw her arms around Hikaru, squeezing him tightly

“Y/n says you love chocolate, I made some treats so she can show you to the dining room,”

He ended up losing all his nerves after taking a bite of the cake

“It’s amazing!”

“I’m so glad you like it. You’re such a sweet young boy, take some more,”

He felt really comforted by your grandmother and comes back next week after she sends him a letter inviting him

When you came home after a shopping trip with your friends, and saw your boyfriend chatting with your grandmother in the kitchen you were very confused

“Hikaru, I didn’t know you were coming over. Did I forget to tell you I was seeing my friend today?”

“You did,” He walked over you you and gave you a hug and small kiss on the cheek

“Then, uh, why are you here?”

“Your grandmother invited me!” Soon your grandma walked in with three cups of tea

“Oh thanks grandma, did you here me come in?” You went to take the other cup before someone came in behind her. “What are you doing here?”

“She wanted to meet Kaoru’s twin,”

Mori

The both of you were in the library doing some reading

You had recently been describing this book to him that you fell in love with and he wanted to read it for himself

You just wanted to read in general

It was a quiet time, but the both of you sat near each other and your head was lying on his shoulder

You had totally forgotten that your dad was begging to meet this man

“My dad wants to meet you,” You voiced, looking up at him while he just nodded, eyes still on the page

“Which one is that?”

“Dad is the really energetic one, papa is the really smart one,” You told him, the poor boy still having trouble with the names for your two fathers

“Ah,” He hummed, moving a hand to rest on your thigh

“Great, I’ll tell them you will be over this weekend!”

“Mhm,” He rubbed a small circle on your clothed thigh and the two of you kept reading, basking in each other’s presence

When the day came Mori wasn’t exactly nervous, but he wasn’t excited

He had brought a treat that his mother wanted him to bring over

“Mori, is it?” Your papa questioned, while your dad quickly took the treat.

Your boyfriend nodded his head, and scavenged through his pocket for a little box

He handed it to you, and you tilted you head, letting a small smile take over the features on your face

“ARE YOU PROPOSING TO MY BABY ALREADY?!” Your dad asked, jumping and trying to rush to grab the box from your hands, getting pulled back by your papa

“No, it’s a present, calm down hun,” He said with his stern voice, though your dad could easily tell her was just trying to be considerate of you and Mori

“Thank you,” You looked up at Mori and pecked him on the lips

“DID MY BABY JUST KISS HIM?!” Your dad yelled once again.

“You kissed me after our first date, remember?” Your papa reminded the man

“Mori, please come in, take a seat, eat, smile, talk, dance, sing, whatever you please,” Your dad pushed him into the living room and your papa followed

You soon pulled the two aside, sending a look to them

“Don’t be rude to him, I already told you that he doesn’t speak much and that’s his choice that we need to respect,”

You soon felt arms on your shoulder and looked back to see your boyfriends figure towering over yours

“It’s okay Y/n. I’m willing to answer questions to help soothe your parents worries and to show my love for you,” He smiled down at you and placed a kiss to the top of your head

That was when your papa and dad knew that this man was truly a good one

Honey

“Y/n-chan! I want to meet your mom!” Honey told you one day while the two of you were waiting for Usa-chan to get cleaned at the cleaners

“How come?”

“I want to meet the person who helped make you so kind!” He exclaimed, gripping your hand tightly while the two of you walked through town

“Sure, if you really want to,” You shrugged. “My mom is a big cake fan so I think the two of you would get along,”

“Yeah!!!” Honey cheered and the two of you continued your walk with grins on your face

A couple of weeks later your mom was finally home after her stressful business trip and was excited to meet the boy you had been dating

“Mother, this is Mitsukuni,” You introduced her to the childish blonde who was holding on tightly to his stuff animal

“You can call me Honey! It’s so great to meet you! Y/n-chan told me you like cake, so I brought some!” Your mother put on a fake smile and showed him to a area to place it

She soon put on her shoes and coat and the three of you took the limousine to a restaurant nearby

“So, you’re a third year?” Your mother asked once the three of you were seated at a table

“Mhm! Along with my cousin Takashi, he is one of Y/n-chan’s friend as well,”

“He’s the tall one right, I thought he was your boyfriend, someone you could depend on,”

“Mother,” You mumbled, loud enough for her to hear, hoping she would behave kindly to Honey despite the boy not acting like a normal third year

“Y/n can depend on me! I promise! I’m very dependable,” Honey placed his stuff animal on the ground and sat up straight

“You are,” You looked over at him, agreeing with your boyfriend.

The rest of the dinner was a little awkward and when Honey asked to order cake your mother shot him down, it took a lot for the boy to try and hold on his tears

He thought for sure that he would get along greatly with your mother

“Well, aren’t you a cutie?” A man walked up to you, walking alongside you with Honey on your other side holding your hand, your mother was a bit ahead on a phone call

“Um, can you please leave me alone, I’m not interested,”

“Oh come on now doll, don’t act so uninterested, don’t lie, I know you are,” He was about to place a hand on your shoulder before he was on the ground and Honey was holding him in the position

“Y/n! Y/n! I’m so sorry,” Your mom rushed to you and quickly hung up the call looking at the man on the sidewalk and pulling you into her arms.

“I’m fine mother, he didn’t touch me. Mitsukuni got him for me,” You reassured her, pointing to your boyfriend who was watching the man run away

“Oh Honey! I’m so sorry for how I behaved, you really are a good boy,” She pulled him into her arms. “Why don’t the three of us go get some cake to celebrate!”

Haruhi

It was something your father found important

You and Haruhi had been chatting for awhile and your father had overheard you on the phone many times

The poor single father couldn’t figure if your giggles were friendly ones or ones someone would have when talking to a crush

Though he was intelligent when it came to taking care of the colleges he owned, he knew nothing about girls and their crushes

So, he had to ask his secretary for advice, which he did often since he was raising a girl on his own

The advice he received was to just… ask you?

“Y/n, sweetheart, who are you chatting to?”

“Haruhi, Fujioka Haruhi,” You told him, then getting back onto the phone

He rushed to his phone and asked his secretary to found out some more

When he received the information, he rushed to you again, a bit confused it was a commoner, but open to the idea

“I want to meet this Fujioka, and their parent,”

You told Haruhi and she understood, thinking it made sense that your father would want to meet her, especially since Haruhi liked you a lot and was thinking of ways to ask you out soon!

“I’m Hiro, a pleasure to meet you….?” He looked at Haruhi’s father with confusion.

“Ranka, sorry, I’m coming back from my job,” He apologized, whipping the scarf around his neck a little tighter. “You must be Y/n, Haruhi talks about you often! You’re so adorable!”

“Thank you!” You smiled, then grabbing Haruhi’s hand and dragging her into your larger home

Haruhi was very nervous to meet your father, she didn’t want to say anything and tend to just try and stay glued to your side

“Haruhi, you chat with Y/n often, um, that’s good,” Your father was nervous as well, he didn’t want to make the assumption that you two were dating and risk embarrassing you, something he unfortunately did often

“Yeah, Y/n is nice,” She nodded, and you continued to drag her up to your room, showing her trinkets and books

Ranka and your father went to your garden to chat and have some tea

“You have such a lovely home,” Ranka complimented. “Where is Y/n’s mother, at work?”

“She actually isn’t with us,” Your father coughed. “She passed away after having Y/n,”

“I’m so sorry, Haruhi’s mother hasn’t been with us for a while as well,”

Something in common!!?!

They soon started to talk about the difficulties on raising children on there own, and found each other to be much kinder when the nervous aspect disappeared

(they end up calling each other often when they need more advice with their kids, they become good friends!)

“Haruhi is always talking about Y/n, it’s so cute! My little girl is in love..!!”

“Love?!?!” Your father choked on his tea

“Why yes, it’s so painfully obvious that Haruhi doesn’t even realize it herself! I bet it is the same with Y/n, I hear the way she chats and her giggles through the phone,”

“Y/n is in love?!?!”

“Yeah! I think Haruhi is going to ask them out soon!”

“Ask Y/n out?!?!” Your father was about to pass out on the spot

But, Ranka helped him breathe and she revealed just how great of a daughter Haruhi was that your father didn’t seem too scared

Though he didn’t chat with Haruhi too much because the both of you were too busy chatting with each other, he felt she was a good person

“Well, Haruhi, fine young woman, treat my child well, you are well, um, yes,” Your father nodded and Haruhi did the same

The two won’t go and see a movie together, but they’ll be able to get rid of some nerves soon enough and hold some nice conversations together