#cross will be a bunny i swear to god

[vexknight-art]

I dream of her.

[spookysteddie]

Always Comin’ Home to You

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

18+ MINOR DNI

dec: after a fight with his step-mother Gator comes home late, scaring you. His bruises tell you of the day he had and all he wants is to feel you.

cw: Swearing, abandonment, mental / physical abuse (Roy to Gator), domestic abuse (Roy to Karen), bruises, mention of death, implication of anxiety, murder, toxic religion themes, gator calls his step-mom a cunt, crying, fingering, daddy kink, dd/lg themes if you squint, Gator calls himself her God (what's the name for that?), unprotected penetrative sex, cream pie, promises. (let me know if I missed anything)

wc: 3.7k

a/n: I need Gator Tillman like I need to fucking breathe. This man is WOW. I just want to pet him and tell him he is, in fact, a winner and then suck him off. Anyway, I hope y'all like this heheh

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Gator Tillman didn’t have a lot of good things in his life. 

Between his mother leaving, his father being as asshole and everything in between, Gator was a little fucked up and very morally gray. Doing his daddy's dirty work in the hopes Roy will finally be proud of him. 

Now, there was one good thing (or person) in his life, one human who brought out the best in him. One person who saw him for the person he was deep inside. The one who saw him as a winner. 

You. 

You were everything Gator could ever dream of, his perfect girl. 

“Gator? Baby have you seen my sunglasses?” You pull some clothes out of the hamper, double (triple) checking that they weren’t in there. “Do you have them? Are they in your cruiser?!” 

You hear Gators heavy footsteps before he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, “have ya checked on top of ya head?” You can hear the smugness in his voice and instantly you want to punch him. 

You were an angel and subsequently the sweetest girl. Shit, you make Gator catch and release the spiders you find in the house because you ‘want someone to grant you the same kindness in life’. Whatever that means. But of course he does it, because the last thing he wants is to make you cry. 

Well, that’s not true. He loves making you cry while your wrapped around his cock, fucking you so deep and hard that you can’t form a complete thought. Only then does he enjoy the tears streaming down your face. 

But at the same time, you had a wicked attitude. One he liked to fuck outta you at every opportunity. And when you look up at him he knows it’s coming. 

“Do they look like they’re on my fuckin’ head, Gator? Jesus Christ.” But he doesn't fail to notice you subtly check in the mirror to make sure they aren’t actually on your head. They aren’t, for the record. 

Gator is not like his daddy. Does he have his fathers attitude? Absolutely. But he has never raised his hand to you outside of the bedroom, much to his fathers dislike. Claiming he’s watched his father beat on his step-mother and even though he hates her – only because she gave birth to his twin sisters, giving his father two more chances to fuck their futures up – he doesn’t think it’s right. 

He balls his fists, nails digging into the center of his hand. He has too much shit to do today and, frankly, doesn’t have time for this shit. “Watch ya mouth bunny. Lucky my dad aint home to hear you take Christs name in vain.” 

Gator is right. His daddy already doesn't like you, doesn’t think you’re Godly enough. He also seems to think you’re an idiot simply because Gator does everything for you, even down to tying your shoes. It’s something Gator likes doing, taking care of you as it helps ease his mind. 

But at the same time Roy wonders how his son could catch and keep a girl like you. It’s emotional whiplash most of the time. Of course, Gator takes the brunt of his daddy's issues when it comes to you, never letting his daddy so much as look wrong in your direction. 

You sigh, running your hands down your pink skirt, “look, can you please help me find them? You know my eyes don’t do well with the sun bouncing off the snow.” 

His eyes soften, loving when you need his help, “I’m willin’ to bet they’re in the cruiser on the floor boards.” 

Your face heats as you remember exactly why they’d be on the floor of the cruiser, your escapades from your little meeting at the police station last night. There was always that preliminary fuck before going back to Roys (cause God forbid Gator ever come stay at your place. His daddy needs him nice and close.) considering you don’t know how to keep your moans quiet. So, he tires you out, not so much that you can’t drive back to his place, but just enough to where you’re silent during round two and three and four. 

The cold nips at your bare legs, winter just as brutal as every other year in this godforsaken state. You swear it never gets easier, winter, and the older you get the more you think about moving south. You think Gator would like the warmer weather, probably find the warmth soothing. 

“Ah ha! Got ‘em!” Gator hands them to you with a huge smile on his face. He looks almost boy-like. It’s rare he has a genuine smile, especially when his daddy is around. 

“Gator,” his step-mothers voice rings out from the porch, making you both jump. He doesn’t turn around, doesn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing his frustration. “Stop yellin’ cause your sisters are sleepin’!” 

“Karen, they’re at the other end of this fuckin house and your scratchy ass voice is louder than me.” 

You can see her huff, “I should call your father!” 

He sighs, turning on his heel, “I don’t think that’ll be a good idea. Dad’s… a little busy today.” Gator knows exactly what his daddy is busy with, not that he’d ever tell you. Terrified that he would somehow put you in danger. 

You know that there was shit his daddy made him do. Things that forced him to come home with black eyes, bloody lips and bruises on his knuckles and body. It hurt your heart every time he came home like that, telling you it was nothing while he winces as he takes off his clothes. 

Karen seethes from the porch and you see her look from Gator to you and back. Gator, who notices everything, sees it and steps in front of you, pushing you behind him. “Don’t look at her like that, Karen.” 

That seems to annoy her more, “she better not be here tonight. You hear me? Don’t need your sisters hearin the stuff you two get up to at night.” 

“Not any worse than dads hands hittin’ your face while they sit at the kitchen table.” You cringe at his statement, seeing Roy hit Karen more times than you can count. “You don’t run this house. Or tell me what to do.” He spits on the ground and turns away, waiting till he hears the door slam to speak. 

“I fuckin hate her. She’s sucha little bitch.” 

You wrap your arms around his middle, breathing him in. “Can stay at mine tonight if you want. Don’t wanna get you in trouble,” you murmur into his shirt. “O-or we can spend a night apart. I know we haven’t done that inna while but just till this blows over an’ we know she didn’t say nothin’ to your father.” 

You know you're rambling, but all you want is to make Gators life comfortable and safe. You know there is a small chance that Karen will call Roy, tell him what happened, maybe even lie (she’s done that before) and say you upset her. If that happens, Gator will get it good, possibly another broken arm or dislocated jaw. That’s the last thing you want. You can feel you chest ache, eyes burning at the idea of Roy hurtin’ him. 

Gator pulls your face back from his chest, making you look up at him, “don’t you be worryin’ bout me now. Roy ain’t gonna do shit and I don’t sleep when you aren’t curled up next to me,” he kisses your forehead. “I’ll put some feelers out to see if that little bitch called him. Gotta meeting at 3 with him.” 

You nod, your hand coming up to fix his jacket. In reality, you just need something to distract from the burning behind your eyes. 

“Hey? I’m serious. I’ll be fine, okay?” He lets you go to reach into his pocket, pulling out some cash and handing it to you, “why don’t you go get your nails done or something, yeah?” 

You know refusing to take the money wont go well, so you take it, putting it in the pocket of your jacket. “Thank you, daddy,” you whisper out, knowing you aren’t really supposed to say that outside of Gators locked bedroom door. 

He lets it slide, the day has been stressful enough for you. “That’s my good bunny. Now, run along and I’ll meet you here at six okay?” 

You tilt your head, “no station tonight?” 

“Nah… Jerry is working and he’s got a starin’ problem when it comes to ya. Don’t feel like scoopin’ eyeballs out. Too messy.” 

You shudder but kiss him goodbye before getting in your car. You have a very bad feeling his 3pm meeting isn’t going to go how he expects. 

… 

You were right. 

You knew you were right the second you pulled up to his house at six on the dot and he wasn’t home. You reach for your phone, looking to see if maybe you’d missed a text, phone call, shit even an email from your boyfriend. 

Nothing. 

Even when you try to call him, you're met with a voicemail. You can feel the bile rise in the back of your throat, fear making your skin itch. Was this it? Was this the time Roy sends him out there to do his dirty work and he doesn’t make it home? 

He could be anywhere right now. Not only that, if he was dead, no one would do shit for him. No funeral, no service, nothing. His dad would go on and wipe his hands clean of his “loser” son, probably more than happy that the ties of his first wife are gone for good. 

Oh God, what if he was dying, the cold freezing the blood onto his skin, frostbite settling in. He could be so scared, praying to the God he doesn’t believe in that you come find him. His clothes are probably wet too, sticking to him thanks to the sn-

A knock on your window makes you jump, a yelp falling from your lips. You look over, seeing the blue of his jacket in your peripheral and the sight makes you gasp. You’re quick to shut off the car, jumping out and getting a closer look at him. 

He looks… awful. His right eye is nearly swollen shut, dry blood sticking to his split brow. There is a bruise on the other side of his face and under his left eyes, clearly he got hit in the nose. 

“Baby…” this time you can't stop the tears from falling. “Baby what happened?” 

He lets out a long, deep sigh, his hands resting on your cheeks. “Fuckin’ cunt called dad. Said I needed a lesson in respect. S’how I got the bruise on my left eye.” He wipes the tear that falls from your eye, his touch soft and kind, “sent me to do some shit across state lines. Guy beat the fuck outta me. He ain’t alive no more though.” 

You sniffle, “is it just your face?” 

He shakes his head but doesn’t say more. He knows you’ll see the rest once he gets you inside. Well … “we-I can’t let you sleep here tonight, Gator.” 

He shakes his head, “it’s fine. Dad said so himself. Come on.” 

And so he drags you inside, Karen looking like the cat that caught the canary as she watches you help Gator walk. You make a mental note to never forget this, never forget how she treats her step-son.

You push open Gators bedroom door, making sure to shut it silently and lock it before settling Gator on the bed. “Let’s get ya into some comfy clothes, yeah?” 

You crouch down in front of him, making quick work of untying his boots. 

“Baby, I can do this. I’m the one who's supposed to help you.” 

That only makes more tears burn your eyes. You hated that he never let anyone help him, hated that he always had to be strong, couldn’t ever cry, nothing. You hated Roy for making him like this and you hated his mother for leaving and not saving her only son from a life of pain. 

“Stop. Just-just let me help you, Gator please.”  You pull at the laces to loosen them and make it easier to slide off his boot, your vision blurry from the tears in your eyes. 

His boot comes off easy and you make sure you keep your hold on it so it doesn’t make any noise on the floor. Same with the second one. 

You stand, unclipping his thigh holster and setting it on the nightstand where he likes it. Incase of emergencies. Next is his belt, coming off with ease. He stops you when you get to his pants, making you look up at him. He hates the silver shining along your waterline. 

“I love you, little bunny.” He says it so quietly that you almost miss it. 

“I love you too.” Your voice cracks as you say. 

You work on his pants, popping open the buttons with ease. Next you pull his shirt out of his pants and pull it over his head. By the time his shirt hits the floor, you’ve gotten a full look at his bare torso. A bruise is forming along his ribs, it’s really red and slightly turning purple. 

“Jeez baby,” your hands gently touch his skin and he hisses a little. “S-sorry.” 

He says nothing as he helps you pull off his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. 

“Stay here,” you tell him as you collect his dirty clothes and go into his attached bathroom. You sigh as you grab a face cloth, turning the water on so it heats up. It, of course, takes forever for the water to warm. Nothing like shit water heating thanks to the frigid winter. But once it does you wet the cloth and grab the first aid kit and go back to him. 

You’ve done this before, cleaned him up, you’ve even stitched him up. You’d like to thank the internet for telling you how to do that and you’ve gotten good over the last two years. 

“S’is gonna hurt. Luckily it looks like you don’t need stitches. Just don’t move while I work okay?” 

He nods, “yes, baby. Ya don’t have to do this. I know you don’t like blood.” This was true, you didn’t like blood at all, barely even being able to handle papercuts. But for some reason, when it comes to him, you can manage to push it aside. Cuts can get infected and when they’re on his face it means it could go to the brain faster. 

You carefully dab the wet rag around his split eyebrow, gently clearing off the blood and making sure that you don’t resplit the cut open. “I think it split from the swellin’ but I don’t think it needs stitches.” 

He nods slightly, “good. I was hoping it’d close on its own.” 

You put some wound cleaner on it before you bandage it. He might have a scar there unless he leaves it alone. But knowing Gator, it’ll open again. You clean up around his face and causing a hiss to leave his lips once you touch his cheek and eye. You apologize, applying some cream that makes bruises heal faster to his face and ribs. 

“That’s everything.” You force a small smile at him, tossing the wet cloth into the hamper and putting the first aid kit away. You get undressed, needing skin to skin contact. Then, you climb into bed, snuggling up to him, resting your head on the safe side of his chest. 

The silence stretches, Gators arm around your shoulders, his thumb moving softly. 

“I thought you were dead in the snow,” the words tumble out of you before you can stop them. 

He thumb stills for a heartbeat before resuming, “but m’not.” 

“I’m sorry this is the life you were forced into. It is not fair.” 

He kisses your head, breathing you in for a moment, “it’s not your fault, bunny. You didn’t do any of this. Shoulda kept my mouth shut when it came to Karen. Just… smile an’ wave.” 

You shake your head, kissing his chest, “not how it’s supposed to be.”

Gator rolls over you, forcing you on your back. He bites back a pained groan. “My sweet bunny, listen to me. I am here. I am safe. S’gonna take a lot more to kill me.” He leans down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. 

You let your hands slide into his hair, deepening the kiss. Honestly, you just need to feel him. He knows it and if he’s being honest, he needs to feel you too. He’ll never say it out loud, but as he laid in the snow, doing his best to get the fucker he was sent to kill off of him, he was scared. 

Scared he would die and you’d spend the rest of you life wondering. He knew no one would fill you in and he knew his daddy wouldn’t have a service for him. You’d be alone, wondering what happened to him, praying to the god you don’t believe in that he’d come home again. So, he fought like hell and now, he really needs you. Needs to be inside you. 

You pull back, breaking the kiss, “Gator, we can’t.” 

“We can. Please baby.” Gator doesn’t beg, he didn’t need to when it came to you. Always more than willing to do what he says and give him what he wants. His begging makes you give in. 

His hands push your underwear aside, feeling how ready you already are for him. Always ready, always wanting and only for him. 

You pull him in for a kiss while his fingers find your clit with ease, swallowing your moans. He always knows exactly how you like it, fingers moving in swift circles and just the right amount of pressure. 

“So fucking pretty when you’re at my mercy,” he pushes two fingers inside you, the stretch making your brain go fuzzy. “Looked so fucking pretty in your little skirt and frilly socks. My little angel.” 

The way Gator is cooing at you, his fingers crooked up to touch the one spot that drives you nuts and you can feel yourself slipping into that headspace you both love. You’re trying so hard to be logical, knowing he’s hurt and can hurt himself further. 

“Thank you, daddy. Bought it because I thought you’d like it.” Your voice is getting small, breathy. 

He grins, kissing down your neck, “I love it. Love everything you wear. Look so pretty in your pastels.” His thumb finds your clit, a soft moan falling from your lips. It’s embarrasing how quickly you are to coming around his fingers. 

“P-please. Gator please.” 

He smirks, “use your words, sweet girl. Tell me what you want.” 

You can feel your body heat up from both the coil inside you winding tighter and the embarrassment of having to say what you want. “I-I need to cum. So bad.” 

The second the words are in the air, Gator pulls his hands away, leaving your orgasm to fade away. “NO! No, no, no, no please!” 

He sucks a mark into your neck, his tongue licking over the spot to sooth it.

“Need ya to cum on my cock, baby.” 

Before your brain can catch up, he’s sliding inside you. The stretch is something you haven't gotten used to in the last two years. It feels like he's splitting you in half, his cock filling you completely. 

“OH! Oh my god.” You're already panting, squeezing him so hard he’s fighting to not bust prematurely. 

Gator drops to his forearms and pumps his hips, getting right in your face. He’s so close you can smell the fruity scent from the vape he was no doubt huffing on before coming to see you. 

“S’right baby, I am your God and I love when ya pray to me.” 

You can’t help the way your cunt clenches, a moan falling from your lips that is just slightly too loud for either of your comforts. At the moment, you don’t care. You know Roy already got his fill of kicking Gatos' ass. He’s not going to worry about it tonight. 

“Daddy, please. I’m so close.” 

His hips are snapping hard, cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. He feels like he’s inside your throat and you can’t tell if his grunts are from pain, pleasure, or both. 

“Not yet. Almost there. D-don’t cum yet.” 

Your nails sink into his biceps, hips starting to stutter. 

“Please! Fuck! Oh god…” 

He smirks, eyes meeting yours, “yeah? I know how bad ya need it. How bad ya need me to fill this pretty, little cunt up. Breed an own ya f’ever? Hm?” His eyes are black and he looks absolutely feral. Primal.  

His hand snakes down the front of your body, finding your clit with ease. You gasp, thighs starting to shake. You knew you weren’t going to last but you needed his permission. You craved his praise and being in his good graces. You’d let him do anything to you, that’s how much you trust him. 

“Yes! Yes! Whatever you want. Anything.” You don’t even know what you’re saying at this point, too cock drunk to think of anything besides him and what he’s doing to you. 

He laughs, seeing your eyes glazed over and tears of pleasure lining your eyes, “cum for me bunny. Do it.” 

It’s all you need to fall into bliss. 

His hand covers your mouth knowing how loud you’re about to be. His face drops into your neck as he cums with you, both of your moans muffled by each other's bodies. His cum fills you, leaking out as he brings you both down. 

His hand slowly leaves your mouth, head lifting to look at you. 

“I love you. I fuckin’ love you so fuckin’ much.” He leaves little kisses all over your face, trying to bring you back to him. “You hear me? M’never leavin’ you.” 

You take a shuddering inhale, trying to form a coherent thought, “P-promise?” 

You hold your pinky up to him, hands shaking while adrenalin continues to run through your veins. He giggles, hooking his pinky with yours, “promise. I’ll always come home to you. I will always fall asleep next to you.” 

He looks down, flipping your hand over and checking out your nails, “I can’t wait for these pretty, red claws to be wrapped around my cock.” 

Your chest lightens as you both laugh together.

[d6volution]

I don't know if this has been done yet but...can I request Yandere!Jax f_cking the reader into submission?! With like.. possession and obsessive behaviors? I don't normally ask for stuff like this so feel free to ignore, if it doesn't tickle your fancy UwU

I'm debating on making this into a little yandere!jax series hmm...

anyways enjoy!

tags: afab!reader x jax , choking, light oral, rough sex, possessive jax, cream pie.

Jax's eye twitched.

He was getting fed up with you, ever since you arrived here you've been acting like you run the damn place. That was his job.

Being stuck on his boat with you and the others wasn't making this ANY better. And it wasn't a very big boat, just a small speed boat big enough to fit everyone. Just barely.

For context, Caine sent you all off on another adventure, find the treasure before these nasty pirates do and blah blah blah whatever.

"Just hand over the map wouldja?" Jax extended his hand, still overly accustomed to getting his way.

"Yeah, and who put you in charge anyways little bunny??" You rolled up the map and poked the side of his head with it a few times before he rolled his eyes and gripped your arm, yanking you towards him.

"Watch it, doll face. Oh, and don't go running ta' Caine when your hand goes missin." He smirked and you jerked away from him.

"Wh.. Whatever just let me find our way to this stupid treasure so we can get out of here!"

Jax raised his hands in his defense, "Jeez when did women become so hostile, so much for docile and loving.."

"Jax I swear to god I'll shove your ass off this boat and make you swim back!"

"Oh yeah? Do it, .. I dare you." He stood up , making the boat rock a little and you followed suit. Gritting your teeth at his boldness.

Unfortunately your height made you look less intimidating, only reaching just beneath his shoulders.

"I'm going to wipe that stupid grin off of your face!" You basically tackled him and ... well, in the end you both fell over board.

Flash forward a few moments later and you both were soaked, sitting with your arms crossed like children as pomni and ragatha took over the map and guiding the boat.

"I hope you know your washing my clothes when we get back, toots."

You scoffed, "In your dreams."

The adventure wrapped up nicely, but you and Jax both opted out of the dinner to instead go dry yourselves off.

There was one problem though.. Jax passed his room and continued to follow you to yours.

"Just what do you think your doing?"

"You thought I was jokin' these clothes need quite the washing. You can't expect me to do it myself can ya?" He smirked, watching your face ball up as he belittled you right to your face.

"Buzz off, Jax I'm not doing your damn laundry."

You tried to rush into your room and slam the door but his foot caught it before you could, he pushed the door open without any regards to your safety causing the door to fly wide and open and you to fall onto your ass.

"Jax, you assh—"  You looked up , still frazzled from falling, and came almost  face to face with his crotch. He was still wet. Thus, his clothes were clinging to the large imprint in between his legs.

"See something ya like motor mouth?" He grinned and squats in front of you, causing you to hurry and scurry backward.

Your face was on fire.

"N.. No, just— would you help me up and get some dry clothes on!?"

"You're one to talk. it looks like your body doesn't like it when you lie to me." He rested his cheek on his palm, head tilting as he stared at your chest. Unfortunately, your clothes were sticking to your skin , and your nipples stiffened against the fabric, making it all too obvious that you were having more than innocent thoughts about him right now.

"Th.. That doesn't mean anything! I'm obviously cold!"

"Uh huh, keep telling yourself that.. what's the deal anyways, scared I'll show you the time of your life?"

You laughed obnoxiously loud, "Yeah, I'd like to see you try!" Oh, that probably sounded like an open invitation, didn't it— "Ah..!" Suddenly, you were falling backward, but you caught yourself by your elbows.

He was yanking your pants off, which wasn't easy considering that they were still very wet, your eyes darted from your pants to his crotch again, which was growing in size. You swallowed.

"W.. Wait, wait you prick!" You tried to sound more intimidating but it sounded like a helpless plea.

He sighed, "What now? You aren't chickening out, are ya?" He hoped not , he couldn't lose this chance now. This was just too good.. seeing you like this all scared and nervous it was doing something to him.

"O.. Of course not, I can do it myself.." He hummed in amusement, watching you with that shit eating grin.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck, what had you gotten yourself into? Even back in the human world, you only had sex like.. twice! And that was almost a year ago. But there was no way in hell you were telling him that.

You finally got the damn pants, .. and underwear off, still keeping your knees locked together.

"Good girl, so you can play nice." He grinned , your expression and sputtering made it clear that you were caught off guard by his praise. Too bad he doesn't plan on being nice himself from here on out.

He yanked you by your hips and immediately maneuvered your legs apart, he dove face first in between your legs and started lapping at your cunt without warning. His tongue was rough, long and warm.

The tip of his tongue nudged at your entrance. He was drunk on your taste already. Hell, if he'd give this up to anyone else.

You scrambled, but he was easily overpowering you, "J.. Jax, you.. bastard s.. staa..." You whined and tried to push his head away.

Clearly irritated he sat up and grabbed both your hands within his much larger ones, "Quit movin' or ill just fuck you without any prep, alright sweetheart?"

You stiffened up, fuck you can't let him win again. You puffed out your chest, which earned another grin from him. "S.. So what? I can take it, you think .. you think I'm scared or something?" You tried to challenge him, wondering if he'd call your bluff.

"Oh? Fine by me." He started to remove his overalls. Your heart was racing , breathe caught in your throat as his thick shaft flopped free from its confines, he was already lining it up with your cunt. "J.. Just do it! You scare—"

He gripped the fat of your thighs before he rammed into you, knocking the wind out of you. "Hn.. Hha—"

"What happened to all that talk, huh? .. fuck you're tight." He hunched over you and started to thrust into your warm cunt , slow and steady but you felt so full. It was definitely the lack of prep but you couldn't help but moan and whine in his ear as the painful drag of his cock made you feel absolutely dizzy.

"Hmm? Is this all ya needed, doll face? Some cock to calm ya down?" He chuckled and sharply thrusted against that spongy spot inside of you, causing you to yelp and wriggle beneath him.

"S.. Shut.. up.. hha.. fuck.." You sounded pathetic beneath, "c.. can't you do better than this?" Oh, you were digging your own grave here.

"Heh." He propped up your legs, your ankles nearly touching your ears. "Don't say I didn't warn ya, babe." His hips began to piston into your cunt which made a lewd wet and slapping sound, you were beyond aroused, juices coating his cock effortlessly. "Fuck, there we go.." He moaned into your ear.

You could hardly speak, gripping at his back as he relentlessly attacked your cervix with the tip of his cock. "pl.. please...!" You didn't know what you were begging for.

"Please what, huh? Screwin' with me all day, pushing me into the.. fuck— damn water. you deserve this." He panted, and sat up , putting a little bit of space between you before grabbing your throat. Placing just the right amount of pressure to get you tightening up around him even more.

He honestly did this just for kicks, just to see that scared expression again.

"Gettin' off to be choked too, what a slut. Nngh.. it's fine though, ya know why doll?"

He leaned back down, his hips never ceasing to move. Your foreheads touched, "Because you're all mine now. C.. Can't let this tight cunt slip away from me.. mnh.."

He knows you wouldn't even be able to leave if you tried. You're stuck here with him forever.

You whimpered and pleaded pathetically, tears forming in your eyes. It was too much, it felt too good. Your entire body was buzzing with pleasure. "J–Jax.. gonna..!" You gasped, and he finally removed his hand.

"That's right cum on my cock babe, fuck." He grunted and used his free hand to rub circles onto your clit, pushing you over the edge immediately.

You yelled his name in pleasure, legs shaking and cunt siezing around him. It made you too tight, causing him to blow his load inside of you, "Shit.."

He slowly pulled out and a few more ropes of cum spilled onto your stomach.

Jax looked at you, all fucked out and barely able to keep your eyes open. He couldn't let anyone else see you like this.

Ever.

Unbeknownst to you, Jax just latched himself onto you. It'd be hard to rid of him after this.

It was like a coil snapped inside of him.

He stared at your for a long while, you were half asleep so you didn't exactly notice.

"Hey, toots." He gently slapped your cheek.

"C'mon.. we both need a shower. We can take care of the clothes later, yeah?"

"Huh, shower.. together..? n-no that's—"

"Ya really pulling that card right now? For all you know I could've just knocked you up, now c'mon."

The bunny pulled you onto your wobbly legs and into the bathroom to clean up.

[widowbitessting]

Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:6

Polite Reminder That All My Work - Especially For Sugar Mommies - Is 18+! Minors Do Not Interact.

“Hey darling, are you busy?”

You look up at Carol with a glare, pink barbie toothbrush in your sweaty palm; white bristles blackened from the grout you were being made to clean. 

You bite back the urge to swear at her, instead opting to force a toothy smile to your face. 

“Not really no, why?”

Carol, ever so smug, leans against the door frame with her arms crossed. 

“Are you sure, kitten? You seemed hard at work when I came in.”

“What do you want, Carol?” You can’t help the bite in your words. 

You’re really not in the mood.

“Oh stop pouting, princess; you earned this punishment yourself.”

She may have a point there. 

Carol continues on, “I warned you not to push me. And what did you do?”

“I didn’t listen, obviously.”

“Lose the attitude or I’ll have you clean the sidewalk too.”

“…sorry.”

A raised eyebrow makes you continue your apology. 

“Sorry Captain, I’ll stop being a brat.”

“There’s my good girl.” Carol crouches in front of you, balancing perfectly on the tip of her toes. You really have to fight the temptation to push her over. 

God. Your inner brat is thriving. 

“Tell me, my good thing. When do your classes finish?”

You brush some loose strands of hair from your glistening forehead. 

“Finish? For break?” 

“No love, when do you finish for the weekend?” 

“Oh!” 

“And did I say you could stop working? You’re still in your punishment, darling.” 

You automatically go back to scrubbing, pushing the bristles of the toothbrush into the cracks between the tiles a little more harder than needed.

“Answer the question, baby. I know that dumb brain struggles to comprehend simple questions sometimes but c’mon; I know you can do it.” 

“I…” You have to wrack your brain to think, “Wednesday. I think. I’m sure my Friday classes are cancelled.” 

“Think you can find out before the end of the day for me baby girl?” 

You look up at Carol and nod. 

“Sure. Why the rush?”

“I’m thinking of whisking you away after your last class until Monday. Does that sound good?” 

“A holiday?” 

“A mini one, yes.” 

You jump up and grab Carol into a hug, toothbrush clattering to the floor behind you.

She wraps her arms firmly around you.

“Where are we going?” 

“Do you really want me to tell you or do you want it to be a surprise?”

You don’t do well with surprises. 

At all.

“Just tell me!” You pause. “Please.” 

“Such a good girl, using her manners.” Carol presses a kiss to your nose. “I’m taking you to go and see Nat and Wanda.” 

You squeal so loudly you’re sure only dogs can hear it. 

Carol seems to be prepared for it as she doesn’t wince, instead choosing to grin down at you. 

You’re all but vibrating with excitement.

“We’re going to see them?!”

“Yes, sugar. Thought the news would cheer you up. Get you to stop pouting.”

“I wasn’t…” You trail off, fighting the urge to push out your bottom lip.

“Yes you were, my darling. Such a pouty little baby, hmm?”

She’s doing this deliberately. 

You’re already in trouble - your current predicament proves this - and Carol probably has another two, if not three, punishments already thought out. 

You’re really stumped at how to reply. 

Mercifully, Carol decides she has toyed with you enough.

“How about this: the sooner you finish your punishment, the sooner you can speak to Natasha and Wanda. I’m about to go and call them to discuss our trip…it’d be a shame if you were too busy pouting and being grumpy to speak to them, wouldn’t it?” 

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Get scrubbing, little girl.” 

“But I’ve only done half!” 

“Scrub fast.” 

She leaves you and the bathroom and you can only stare after her.

A second later, you hear her shout, “They have a present for you too, bunny!”

You perk up at the mere mention of a gift. 

“A present?” You call out, peering out of the doorway as Carol saunters away.

“Mhm. although, if you’re not there on the call with them then they might just return it…” 

You know she’s lying.

Heck, a toddler would be able to tell she’s lying. 

“You’re bluffing.” 

Carol turns to look at you. 

Her face is smug. 

So.

Freaking.

Smug.

“Try me sugar; see where that gets you.”

*

It’s safe to say, you never want to clean grout ever again. 

Your knees are throbbing, back sore like an 80 year old woman who's worked every day of her life; and you’ve cracked enough nails to know that Carol can pay for your next manicure appointment. 

You might even throw a pedicure and a chiropractic appointment in there too. 

But does that stop you barrelling out of the bathroom at full speed, with the toothbrush clattering behind you?

No. 

It does not. 

When you stumble into the room, Carol is saying her goodbyes and is about to press the hang up button.

“I’m here!”

“Timing on that, baby girl; you almost lost your present.”

You go to tear her phone from her hand but Carol moves it just out of your reach.

“Say please.”

“Please, Captain.”

“Good girl,” she pecks your cheek and hands you the phone. “You talk to them and I’ll inspect your work. Make sure you didn’t cheat and take any shortcuts.”

“I’m offended you’d ever assume I’d do that.”

The smirk on your face makes Carol roll her eyes and tap your nose. 

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Okay! The bathroom is glistening.” You say. “Take your shoes off!”

The faint “No!” has you giggling as you place Carol’s phone against your ear.

“Hi!”

“Well hello, naughty girl.” Natasha’s voice fills your ear. 

Your smile is officially cemented to your face. 

“I -”

There really isn’t any point in denying it.

“Yeah.”

Natasha tuts at you. 

“My, my, what are we going to do with you, hmm? A good grout scrubbing is a fairly decent punishment…but I know for a fact if I asked you to FaceTime us right now…you’d be smiling. You haven’t learnt your lesson, have you, kitten?”

“…I have…kind of.”

“Mhm. That really is believable.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Then switch this to a FaceTime kitten. Prove me wrong.” 

Those final three words really are like the nail in your coffin. 

They grate down your bratty side, taunting and teasing you, and it makes your eye twitch. 

There’s no denying that Natasha did it purposely. 

In fact, you know she did. 

She knows how it works on you. 

Knows that you’ll be her good little submissive and do as she says.

Natasha knows you better than yourself at times.

Which is why, the second you press the FaceTime icon on the screen, you know you’ve made a huge mistake.

Natasha’s perfectly beautiful face comes into view, as does Wanda’s.

You can see them.

And they can see you.

Your eyes automatically lower in submission, smile sliding off your face. 

It doesn’t go unmissed by Natasha, eyebrow raising slightly as a smug smirk forms on her lips.

“Well, hello there, little brat.” 

“Hi…”

“Use my title.”

Your brain takes a second to buffer.

“Your…huh?” You risk a peek up and quickly look away again.

“My title. Just like I trained you to do.”

“...daddy.”

“Now use it in a sentence. Go on, kitten.” 

“..hi daddy.”

“There we go, pet. That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Natasha says, “we miss you, pumpkin.” 

All humiliation is quickly forgotten.

“I miss you two, too.” 

“But we will see you soon!” Wanda shouts, jumping up and down. “Wednesday, Carol says.”

“That’s in like 3 days!” You let out an excited squeal and flop down onto the bed, your h/c hair fanning out around your head. “I don’t think I can wait that long.” 

“Well there might be something to help…ease your tension, baby girl.” Natasha says. “Check under the bed for me?” 

You had completely forgotten about the gift.

“Oh!” 

You leave them on the bed as you dive underneath, snatching the gift bag before resurfacing with it clamped tightly in your hands. 

“I love presents!” 

“We know you do, baby.” Natasha smiles.

“Open it, I can’t wait to see what you think!” Ever Wanda the impatient one. 

You tear into, gift paper soaring over your head and as you reach into the bag, you tilt your head in confusion. 

“What is it?”

You inspect the wrapped package.

“It’s a toy.” Natasha says.

“A toy?” 

Looking back at this moment, you’re ashamed of how long it takes your brain to connect the dots and figure out what kind of toy it is. 

“What? Like a My Little Pony?” 

“No but it’s something else you can ride.” Wanda says with such a straight face, her joke washes over you.

“Oookay…” 

You tear the paper open and all but drop the box as if it electrocutes you, when your eyes see the word ‘g-spot’. 

“Oh my god.”

You’re red. Blushing crimson as you hastily cover your face and let out an embarrassed laugh. 

“You owe me $5.” Wanda says smugly. “I knew she wouldn’t act cocky.”

“Is that what I think it is?” You mumble, still hiding behind your hands.

“A sex toy?” Natasha says. “Yes, yes it is. We want you to try it out for us. Now.” 

That makes you peek up through your fingers. 

“Now?” 

“Yes, baby. Now. We haven’t had the time to play with you in so long. We miss you.” 

“I - I miss you but, on camera?” 

“You can do that for us, can’t you?” Natasha is staring at you. “If you’re uncomfortable, remember your signals, my love.”

“I - I’m okay, I just…”

“Shy?” Wanda asks. 

You look at the toy again and can’t help but smile in embarrassment. 

“...yeah…” 

“It’s just us, baby girl.” Wanda says. “You’re with us, you’re safe.” 

“Why don’t you open the box, hmm?” Natasha suggests, “have a look at what we got you.”

Your hands are shaking. 

Because why wouldn’t they?

The item is pink. 

Soft to touch, incredibly soft in fact. 

You keep the toy on your lap, so the two women watching you intently can’t see it.

“It’s big.” 

“It’ll fit, don’t worry. Once you’re worked up and ready to take it, it’ll fit.” 

“Can you read the name out for me?” Natasha asks.

You quickly look up and meet their eyes. 

“Why?”

“Because I’m selfish and I love to see my baby girl blush, that’s why.”

You push your face into your hands in an attempt to hide. 

“The G -” 

“Nu-uh.” Natasha stops you. “Let us see that beautiful face.” 

You shake your head.

“No?” 

You shake your head again.

“Look at me and say no. Go on, detka.” 

“I…can’t.”

“And why not?” 

“‘Cos…” 

“Wow, such a good reply. Stumped us there, baby girl.” Wanda’s reply makes you smirk, even though you try your hardest not to. 

“Now you’re ignoring orders?” Natasha’s voice wipes the smirk clean off your face. “Look at me and repeat what you said. Last chance, Y/N.”

“Hey!” Your head snaps up and you shoot the redhead a glare before quickly looking away. “Don’t full name me!” 

“She just did, sugar. Answer her. Now.”

You - somehow - manage to drag your eyes to Natasha and for one brief second, you hold her gaze.

And then quickly look down. 

Submitting. 

“That’s what I thought.” Natasha licks her lips. “Now show your doms your beautiful face so we can see that pretty little blush.”

You do as you’re told, even if your bottom lip is sticking out a little. 

“There she is.” Natasha smiles. “Our blushing beauty.” 

“I’m not b -” You sigh. “Okay, fine, I am.”

“And we love it.” Wanda says. “Think you can read it out for us?”

“Signal in, detka.” Natasha orders. 

“Green…I’m just…”

“Shy, we know, my love, we know. But you’re okay. If you don’t want to read it out you don’t have to.” 

“I want to. Believe me, I do.”

“Go for it then, sweetie. At your own pace.” 

“The…um…the G-Spot Massager…” 

“God, you’re such a good girl.” Natasha coos. “You did so well for us, honey.” 

“Do you think you wanna try it out for us?” Wanda asks. 

You meet their eyes.

“Yes.” 

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"Didn't mean to make your heart Blue" || [4/...]

- OPLA!Buggy x F!Reader

"I think my brain is rotting in places, I think my heart is ready to die, I think my body's falling in pieces, I think my blood is passing me by."

— Mitski, "Brand New City"

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live action) x F!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6

Summary: You were an apprentice of Gol D. Roger’s crew in your youth, long before his eventual demise. Along with the Red-Haired Shanks and Buggy, you were a formidable trio; the embodiment of a new generation of pirates yet to come. But times changed, and so did you and your friends. Years have passed since you last saw Buggy following the dispute that you thought ended your friendship. When you finally reunite with the blue-haired menace you once considered your closest friend, it’s under less than “friendly” circumstances.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, LA!Verse, Buggy is a lonely asshole, "Cross-Hairs"/reader is a lonely asshole too, flashbacks, semi-canon divergence, Reader is strong AF, a mixture of both the Reader's and Buggy's POVs, angst

A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than usual with only 2.2k words... Sorry.

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You’re like a savage beast when you’re fighting, Buggy admits to himself in awe as he watches you tear through your opponents one by one with substantially more strength than anyone thought your body capable of.

But Buggy's not just anybody. He's always known that your body is of a special sort, an Iron Maiden encompassed by skin, flesh, veins, arteries, and ligaments; capable of bringing ruin to anyone and anything if only you have reason enough. Chains can't hold you, nor can any power on this earth.

He relishes in it.

You have your sword and your pistol both disposable at the belt on your hip, but you seem to have no interest in wielding them for the battle. No, your body is a weapon on its own; a blade cutting through people like grass straws on a narrow field.

It’s during times like these — when he gets to watch your strength from the front rows — that he wonders whether you’ve eaten a Devil Fruit of your own at some point, but that can't be. He’s seen you swim.

You, him, and Shanks had been simply traveling through the town where the Oro Jackson was docked, minding your own business when a group of rival pirates suddenly ambushed you. Thinking they easily could kidnap the apprentices of the famous Gol D. Roger and demand ransom, the shidiots would quickly come to realize that they made a mistake.

A very costly one at that. One they will be sure not to repeat.

Whereas he and Shanks stand partnered together against a few of the rival group, you are holding your own quite well from the other side of the fight. He swears he saw one of the men flying over him at some point, though it might’ve just been a trick of the adrenaline.

Kicking one of the larger pirates straight in the balls with his lower body severed from the rest, he turns his upper body to catch a glimpse of you in case you need help.

What he sees instead is a flash of the sun reflecting in your eyes as you pounce at your prey, casting a yellow line in the air that reminds him of lightning about to strike the ground. Everything around him seems to cease mid-motion save for you. There is no fighting going on, no shouting, no Shanks telling him to take cover from an incoming blow.

All he sees is you, and all he hears is his own voice telling him: "Gods, you’re fucking marvelous."

The last thing he hears is Shanks shouting his name before the world begins to darken around him, and the last thing he sees is lightning making its way toward him, destroying everything in its path to get to him.

He wonders drowsily if it's going to strike him too.

———

The fight that ensues reminds you of the battles you partook in during your years as Captain. The chaos in it all. The carnage. The general inability to think properly as you fight. Of course, your opponents back then lacked Buggy's uncanny ability to split up into multiple parts while still alive, but it doesn't stop you. 

Nothing on this earth can.

Blades are thrown, skin is cut, and by the time you get close enough to reach him, a number of props have scattered to pieces in the midst of your warfare. It seems like an endless battle trying to defeat him, just get him to fucking stay still.

Just as you reach for Buggy's chest with your nails reached out to claw at his vest, his midsection separates and all you're left with is air. Just empty air.

He cackles as he puts himself back a few good feet from where you're standing. "C'mon! Put your back into it! It's like you're not even tryin—!"

In a flash, your face is hairsbreadths away from his, and it feels like everything around him stops. 

At that moment, he realizes that the golden color of the sun has not left your eyes. Only to find that, upon closer inspection, it's not the color of the sun that he's met with.

It's thunder, and it strikes hard.

Before he has the chance to blink, the next thing he knows is the feeling of a boulder being pushed against his stomach. Not a sound leaves his throat save for a guttural groan, and he finds himself on the ground before he knows it with stars adorning the edges of his vision.

Gods, he thinks while in a state of both pain and exhausted satisfaction, your face a blurred canvas in his eyes. You’re so fucking marvelous.

By the time Nami and Zoro debut to join the battle, you have already pinned Buggy to the ground with your legs planted firmly on each side of his hips, and a bruising grip around his neck as you press your forearm down onto it. Not enough to cut his flow of oxygen, but enough so that he doesn't have the capacity to move unless he splits.

His face, the very same face you used to paint when you were younger, looks up at you with nothing short of manic glee. He doesn't even divide himself up to get free this time. It's almost like merely connecting to him, even during an act of violence such as this, is enough to keep him entertained. Happy, you dare think.

You find those sea-blue eyes looking up at you, and before you try and strike the finishing blow, you hesitate. You fuckinghesitate, because when it all comes down to it, you can't find it in yourself to kill him. 

The legendary Captain of the Cross-Haired Pirates, the executioner of a thousand marines and other pirates, can't kill something this time.

You can't kill him. You can't kill those ocean-blue eyes, even when your body yearns to see through with what you promised. You always stick to your promises, but for the first time in forever, you don't. You can't. 

Not him.

Never him.

Meanwhile, Buggy can't help examining you like you're the most fascinating creature he's ever laid his eyes on, because you are. Even after all this time, he's still as drawn to the fire in your eyes that as he was all those years ago. It's a feeling he can never hope to extinguish.

Nor does he want to.

Being the jester that he is, however, he takes the moment to his advantage. This one, vulnerable moment. It's not out of pettiness, but survival. Nothing personal.

He separates his femur and exploits the momentum to knock you off him. He can tell you're surprised as you position yourself on your knees and hands, yet it only takes you a ghost of a moment to recover.

The fire is back in your eyes, a thousand times brighter this time, and the fight continues. 

Now, neither of you holds back, and he becomes first-hand acquainted with just how ruthless truly you can be. When there is nothing keeping you down.

Truth be told, it excites him. Very much so. 

He has the Bounty Hunter and the Tangerine-haired girl hot on his tail, but he hardly provides them a medium of his attention. You're the only thing he can't take his eyes off.

"NAMI! THE CRATES!"

And that's where the entire play gradually comes to an end. Maybe it's what pisses him off the most?

You stalk after his separated body parts like a hunter after a flock of deer, throwing them into the crates as the rest of your companions follow suit. Whereas Nami and Zoro are strategic with their actions, complementing each other, you're acting on pure, unadulterated wrath. 

You do not have Luffy's stretchy capabilities, Zoro's precision, or Nami's diligence. 

What you have is something far, far deadlier.

It's twenty years of pent-up heartache.

Catching pieces of him is much easier than catching all of him.

This is what it's come to, with you and him fighting; with you and him having different goals. It's not the future you envisioned for yourself at all. In fact, it's the exact opposite. If you knew then what you know now, you would've ... 

Once, it was you and him together against the rest of the world. Now, it's you against him, against the rest of the world.

You can feel your eyes threaten to sting as you catch his femur and throw it in an open box that promptly shuts, but like with everything else, you push it down. You push it until all that remains is the vague ache. 

It doesn't matter, you tell yourself. This is what it will stay like. 

In the end, all of his body parts save for his head, hands, and feet are spared from the confinement of the containers, and when he melds them together to a pathetically small version of his usual self, you can't help but address the irony of the situation.

"What have you done to me?!" Buggy cries.

Luffy grins as he caresses his beloved hat, having suffered the most injuries. "Cut you down to size."

Buggy looks as small as you felt that day. Helpless. Pathetic. Reduced to almost nothing.

Still, it's not a moment that brings you any happiness. Not any victory, or satisfaction. You don't even have the urge to gloat. 

All it brings you, as you tower over him from the side, is nothingness. 

You're tempted to kick him, and you almost do. You take a step closer to him, a river of anger rushing through your veins. With nowhere else to go, it circles.

"The One Piece will never be yours!" Buggy yells and flaps his hands, too focused on Luffy to notice you calmly stalking toward him from the dark. "You're just a sad, lonely little boy, wearing another man's hat!" 

It’s Shanks’s hat, you want to scream. Our friend’s hat. Don’t you remember?

Luffy's words don't register with you as you kneel in front of the shortened clown, nor do Nami's questions or Zoro's inquisitive eyes. It all tunes out into the background as you raise your hand slowly to Buggy, and you think about how easy it will be. It will be so easy to end it now. He's weak, he's practically defenseless. There's nothing to stop you now.

Buggy simply stares when he notices you, his mouth slightly parted in what you can only perceive as surprise and ... disbelief? You take one final look at his face, the same face you used to paint long ago, and you briefly wonder how many layers of white, red, and blue separate this one from the touches you applied years ago. 

Is there still some residue left? Any fingerprint? Does anything from you still linger with him, or did he try to scrub your touches off his face the same way he tried to scrub you from his life altogether?

Buggy is completely still as your outstretched fingers close in on him, and he thinks that this is it. Now's the moment when you will make good on your threats, where you'll finally kill him. Truth be told, it's a less-than-satisfactory way to go, but surprisingly enough, it doesn't bother him half as much as he expected it would.

Maybe it's because, after all this time, it's still you until the end? You and him, like it was always meant to be.

He closes his eyes with a sigh and finds that the edge of his lip tilts a little up. "Go for it," he says, awaiting the moment when your calloused fingers grip him. He can anticipate your nails clawing at his scalp, tearing the skin of his cranium, digging until there is nothing left to tear at.

Devil Fruit or not, you're the only one he'll let end him like this.

Except, you don't.

All he feels are your fingertips gently grazing the sides of his cheek, so uncharacteristically soft against his thin stubbles that he could've mistaken it for air brushing his face.

The same hands he knows capable of such great feats of violence and brutality, the same ones who had just fought against him with enough strength to match a beast, are touching him like he's made of glass. 

He snaps his eyes open, and when he meets your gaze, he's surprised to find them ... empty. Hollow. 

The sun is gone, and so is the thunder. Now, there are only clouds in his view.

"Goodbye, Buggy." Your voice is so tranquil that he strains to hear it, and before he gets to, you stand up again and turn your back to him. "He's all yours, Luffy."

No, no! He tries to walk up to you, but his shortened sature won't let him. Don't look away, not yet! Look at me! If only to keep your fucking promise! Just fucking pleas—Please just look at me again!

"GUM-GUM—!"

"No, no, no!" Buggy, for the first time in his life, begs as the kid stretches his arms backward. Not like this. Not yet. He tries to search for you, only to discover that you've already left the circus tent. "Wait, wait, wait! Just wait!"

"— BAZOOKA!"

[c1tr1sfl0w3rs]

Soft!dark!Ethan Landry x Pastors!Daughter!Reader 18+

Ethan Landry with the pastors daughter and he has a corruption kink. 😩😩 He's so bf

!NSFW! DARK TOPICS, FORCED BREEDING

Ethan had been watching you for a while. You were so cute with your knee high socks and that god damned cross that hung right above your cleavage. It was like you were teasing him. He knew you weren't though, you were too innocent for that. Ethan loved that about you. He could tell you were a virgin. The way your face would turn bright red with any kind of mention of anything remotely sexual. He didn't believe in God, but thanked him when the two of you were put together for a partner project in your econ class. By the end of this project he promised himself he'd pop your little cherry.

After your professor dismissed everyone Ethan came up to you. "So I was thinking we could work on it at my apartment." He was so pretty you thought and his voice made you feel- No no, stop being weird. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'm free whenever" He smiled and you swear you melted a little bit. "Let's start working tomorrow after class then." The two of you exchanged numbers and went your separate ways.

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The second Ethan got to his apartment he ignored his roommate Chad and went straight to his room. He locked the door behind him then laid on his bed and unbuttoned his pants. His dick was aching, he thought of your soft skin and pretty lips. The sounds you would make for him as he split you open. He would be the one and only person to touch you. You'd beg and cry for him and he'd make you cum every way imaginable. His hand pumped his leaking cock slow and hard. Just how he imagined that the two of you would make love. He called out your name just as he came in his hand. When his head finally cleared, he just knew he was going to have you.

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You didn't know how you got here. The two of you were supposed to be studying instead you were sat in Ethan's lap, his tongue in your mouth with your shirt off.

He was holding your hips so hard it felt like it would bruise. He pulled away a string of spit connecting between you both. "Not so innocent now are you? Hm you dumb baby." He tapped your cheek as he talked to you. God he was right, what would your father say? He was just too tempting. He was the snake and you were Eve. The chemistry you both had was the forbidden fruit. "Oh I wish you could see yourself. I bet you're soaked."

Ethan was right, your face felt hot and you tried to deny but he stuck his fingers in your mouth. "No your little pussy isn't wet? Hm ok what's this then?" His tone was condescending as he reached up into your skirt and found the big wet spot on your panties. You let out a little moan and a big grin grew on his face. "Are you gonna let me fuck you bunny? Are you gonna be my good little slut?" He tilted his head as he asked and pulled his fingers out of your mouth. "Yes please, please don't stop touching me." He chuckled a little bit. "Since you asked so nicely baby." He leaned back in for a kiss as he pulled your panties to the side. You locked your legs around his waist. He found your clit and began to gently circle it, you had never felt pleasure like this before he did it so much better than you.

"Do you touch yourself princess?" You nodded a little, you wanted to cry this felt so good and he barely had started. "What do you think about pretty?" "I think about you, laying me down and being gentle with me." He smirks and slips his long middle finger into you. A cry forces it's way out of you, his finger is so big and he keeps curling it against the perfect spot inside you. "You say you want me to be gentle but I think you wanna be treated like the whore you are."

He pushes another finger into you and you gush down his hand. All you can hear is your own moans and the sound of your soaked pussy being fingered so good. A feeling builds in your stomach and your legs begin to shake. "Ethan, Ethan, Eth-" you break off into a moan and your eyes roll back into your head as your orgasm crashes through you. Ethan helps you ride through it, and he sticks his sticky fingers into your mouth. You taste the tangy taste of yourself and when he takes away his fingers he pulls you into a kiss. "God you're addicting baby." He holds your face like you're the most precious thing he's ever seen. You want to tell him to never say the lords name in vain but you aren't exactly a saint right now. He then unclips your bra and palms your tits in his hands playing with the pebbling nipples. "Are you ready for my cock bunny?" You beg and plead for it. You need him so bad that it aches all throughout your body. "How could I say no when you're such a sweet needy little thing."

He pulls off his shirt and you touch the exposed skin. He's so pretty. "Pull me out, show me you really need it." You climb out of his lap, nervously unbutton his jeans and he helps you pull them over his hips. The outline of his hard cock through his boxers is so big you don't think it'll fit. You pull it out through the hole in his boxers and feel the heavy warm skin in your hand. It's so big, with a pretty pink tip and covered in veins. "Now get me ready, move your hand up and down baby." You do as he says, tugging on his gorgeous cock and he moans out. "I need to be inside you right now." He lays you down, like you imagined. He climbs over you rubbing your clit with the tip of his hard dick. "Please Ethan I can't wait anymore." He listens and pushes inside you. Except he isn't gentle he does it in one harsh thrust. You feel so full, the stinging pain making your pussy wet his dick. "Oh my sweet bunny you're so tight." He pulls out a little and harshly thrusts back in. You moan out, you can feel him in your guts. "Look baby I'm in your tummy." He says as he pushes down on your belly bulge. Your pussy throbs around him, it's all too much, it's too good. He keeps one hand on the bulge and one is wrapped around your neck as he fucks you. "Awhh look at how pathetic you are, you beg for it but look at you now. Crying because you can't handle my big cock." His words surprise you because you were so lost in the blissful lust you didn't realize you had started to cry. Your legs shake around him and the coil in your stomach is about to snap. He moves one of his hands to play with your clit and you cum so hard. "That's it princess, gush all over me." Your walls pulse around him as he fucks you through your high. He doesn't stop though, even after you're overstimulated and crying even harder. You cum a second time, except it feels weird this time, like you peed yourself. He moans out your name and then stops. "That's so hot, I can't believe you squirted on me." You mumble something incoherent out too tired to exist after he just fucked you like a whore. He cleans you up and snuggles into bed with you.

He's so grateful you were put together for this project, grateful to pop your cherry, and grateful that you were too tired to notice he came deep inside you.

The both of you were gonna make great parents <3

HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE FIC!! Sorry it took me so long to post, school has been hectic. Sunny out ✌️

[p1llow-w1llow]

Surprise ~

William Afton/Steve Raglan x gn!reader

Summary: Your older brother doesn’t return from his nightshift and, unbeknownst to you, your little sister Abby sneaks out, so you go to the one place you think they might be, Fazbears.

TW!

Dub-con, implied character death, violence, swearing, angst-ish, creepy old man in a fursuit.(tell me if I missed any)

(Just saying this is rlly long bc I’ve had this idea in my hollow head for a while now- one of those bedtime scenarios yk and ik it’s bad but just trust me🥲)

!Not proofread!

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Puddles of rain water seeping into your ragged shoes as you raced through the parking lot. The rain hit your coat with a thud as you rushed over to the main entrance which, to your dismay, was locked.

“Shit..”

Mumbling incoherent swears, you finally had an epiphany. You raced to the side of the building, lifting the heavy steel garage door with a grunt and forcing yourself under it before it slammed shut.

“Hello..?” You called out into the void in front of you. A shiver ran down your spine as a draft from the restaurant slid up your back. With heavy steps echoing as you walked across the glossy yet dirty floor, unsteadily braced and ready for action. “Abby? Mike?” You called out as you opened the doors ahead of you.

Heart racing, you wearily stepped forward. Your dad had always told you about Freddys, it wasn’t what you had pictured when he told those dramatised stories. He never showed you pictures, never allowed you to go to it despite it being not too far away from your home.

When your brother told you about the job offer he had been given your heart sunk- it only cracked the linoleum floor in your kitchen when you were told to come and keep an eye on Abby with him on duty because Max hadn’t shown up. That night you watched your brother and sister doze off, giving you the chance to finish your book. Your sister woke up around 3-4ish and needed the toilet so you walked her. On the way back you found what you believed to be the reason for your father’s secrecy on the topic of this hellscape. Watching the creatures jolt to life and race toward you and your sister was less than enlightening.

Someone shook you out of your daydream.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Oh for god’s sake, Mikey- don’t do that.”

“Y/N, it’s not safe here.”

A light scoff escaped you as your crossed your arms. “Mikey, if it’s dangerous why’re you here with Abbie?”

Mike fumbled for his words before you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist.

Abby’s soft sobbing, her tears staining your shirt. Pulling her close, you tried your best to console her. Her incoherent mumbling about the robots trying to hurt her made your head snap over Mike with a concerned look and Vanessa not too far away seeming guilty offered a small apologetic smile.

Before Mike could even try to fill you in on what’s happened in the last half hour, your heads all shot over as loud footsteps emerged from the darkness near the entrance.

A grossly low, robotic chuckle bellowed from the black sheet of night that covered the area in front of you. Two glowing eyes slunk their way forward, searching the room before settling on the four of you.

Your grip on Abby tightened as you backed away from the intimidating figure who trudged towards the four of you.

“Ah…so they were right.” The Golden Bunny spoke roughly, “The little ones told me you had a sister..but not another sibling, Mikey.” His voice like venom as he spat out the nickname, as if it were offensive.

Vanessa created a barrier between you, Abby and the furry, aiming her gun at it as well for safe measure.

Your breath hitched as Mike ran forward and shot at the thing with a taser, but to no avail. The monster hardly even flinched, a menacing breath slipped out as it swatted the taser away as if it were a worthless fly. Mike swiftly backed away, almost in line with you and Abby before the creature kicked him to the floor.

“Now, this is priceless.” The creature taunted as it’s attention swerved to Vanessa who stood her ground in front of you, “A bit too old to be playing with toys, eh, Vanessa?”

“Dad, stop this. Just let them leave, please.” Vanessa glanced over her shoulder to Abby and you, giving a small, reassuring smile as she did.

Abby leapt out your arms and over to Mike, wrapped her arms around him and squeezing tight. You felt hot tears roll down your cheeks as you followed her, watching your brother writhe in pain. The room was void of all sound except breathing as you and your baby sister attempted to wake your brother up so you could run together.

Abby smiled softly as Mike’s eyes opened. In a gentle voice Mike began telling you two to hide. While you were all for taking your brother’s advice, all Abby wanted to do was stay and help him get better.

Without hesitation, you grabbed Abby and began pulling her out the way. You yelped as you heard an argument break out between the Rabbit and Vanessa, ending in Vanessa’s gun being fired and a loud thud, which you hoped and prayed was the robot.

“Where do you two think you’re going.?” The Rabbit yelled out.

You spun around and glared at the robot before taking off down a hall, practically pulling Abby behind you.

A glimpse of metal on the wall caught your eye as you looked around. A vent. Rushing over, you tore the vent cover off the wall, letting the loose screws fly across the floor. As the vent cover hit the floor, you instinctively turned away. The vibrant smell of mildew and blood flowed through and filled the hallway.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your heart raced as you heard the screws shake and swivel with each step that thing took. Making it’s tauntingly slow approach to you and Abby.

You hurried Abby into the vent and told her to get to the security office and lock the door, assuring her you’d be right behind her the whole way.

Thump, thump, thump.

Its pace quickened as it reached the corner.

Abby’s voice called out for you, bringing you out of your stunned state and causing you to get on your knees and start crawling.

“Not so fast~”

Abby shot around as she heard your scream. Fear was prominent in her watery eyes as she watched the robot pull you back out. She crawled quickly over to you and grabbed your hand, trying to pull you back in.

“Abby, I-I’ll be fine, get to the office and throw things against the door- do not let anyone in!”

“But-”

“Go to the security room now!”

Her eyes welled with tears as she watched her sibling let go of her hand and be dragged off by some golden suited freak. As worried as she was, she knew you had the right idea. Abby hurriedly scampered off to the office and left you to your fate.

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“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” He growled into your ear. With his mask off, you could see him properly. Ocean blue eyes, messy greying hair, if it weren’t for the scenario you would’ve been mesmerised by this man.

The situation hit you as you felt his hand trail down your body, outlining your figure and pinning you down under his body. You felt the coarse fabric rub against your hips and thighs as he lifted your clothes to ‘feel’ your skin.

Your breathing constricted even more as he leaned down, his heavy suit adding pressure to your chest, with his lips hovering above yours.

It was difficult for you to even think of what was going through his mind as he pinned you there for what seemed like hours.

“Get the fuck off me!” You barked out in a small, wheezy voice.

“Ooh, feisty as well as pretty, I love that. I’ll have fun putting you in your place.”

A shiver ran up your spine as he spoke. Despite how absolutely mortified you are at the moment, pinned to the floor beneath a murderer who is set on ending you and your family, you noticed a warmth building inside your core.

“Y’know,” his lips slowly teased your own as he let them drag across your skin all the way down to your jaw. He slowly sat up and straddled you.

Suddenly, the lining of your jeans was lifted, two fingers slipped down to tug on the hem of your underwear. The bunny-man trailed his robotic fingers across your body, from your crotch to your chest only to rest on your chin. His grip tight around your jaw as he pulled you close enough to feel his breath on your face.

“I think I’ll keep you.”

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2/12/23 Saturday 05:59

[mikaleialt]

Stolen Hoodie SMAU

Halloween Smut Special!!

A/n: doing god's work and giving yall Nada smut in collaboration with my gf @badasgirlfriend .

Bada finally had enough, as she glares at the girls talking at the other side of the room. Bada's grip on the her cup tightens as she watches Nari and Xiaoting be close to each other.

"Girl what did the cup ever do to you" Lusher calls out as Bada's cup is finally bent from how strong her grip is and the drink splatters on her hands.

"Shit" Bada muttered as she makes her way to Nari, leaving Lusher confused before piecing the two together. Lusher smiles as she announced what happened to their group chat.

Bada grabs another cup of alcohol, downing it down in one go as she makes her way through the lively crowd to the girl wearing a Lola bunny costume.

"Come with me" Bada said as she glares at the girl who is flirting with Nari.

"Wait— where are we going?" Nari stumbles on her feet as she try to keep up with the taller girl.

Soon they reached one of the empty room in Aeri's house as Bada quickly locked the door before pushing Nari against it.

"What the fuck is wrong with yo—" Bada cuts off Nari by a kiss to which the girl immediately responds.

The sexual tension between the two has finally got into them as they both finally give in.

Bada's hands started to roam all around the shorter girl's body, caressing her waist then coming up to her back

"Fuck, Nari" Bada said in between the kiss before licking the girls lower lips, asking for permission to which Nari granted as she opens her mouth slightly agape as their tongues intertwines.

One of Bada's hands is now in the back Nari's head whilst the other is busying itself taking off Nari's top.

"W-wait— Bada stop" Nari pulled away from the kiss making the taller girl stare down at her.

"What?" The taller girl asked annoyed, her actions are already fueled with lust and jealousy, she just wants to take Nari right then and there.

"What's the problem, why are you acting weird?" Bada scoffs "Kissing you is weird?".

"That's not what I meant" Nari crosses her arms around her chest, which made Bada look down and stare at the girl's exposed cleavage, making the girl bit her lip unconsciously.

"Bada!" Nari called out to the girl, Bada rubs her face as she lets out an exasperated sigh before turning away from Nari, walking to the middle of the dimly room where the bed is before sitting on it.

"You wanna know my problem?" Bada stood up once again, approaching the girl slowly. "My problem is that girl you're talking with, can't you see how she is litterally eye fucking you all these time?"

"So the whole reason for this is just because you're jealous of Xiaoting?" Nari can't hide her smile as she looks at Bada.

"What's with that look?" Bada stares at Nari who has a teasing face on. "You look so cute when you're jealous you know?" Nari teases.

Bada lets out another sigh before passing the girl to open the door. "This is so dumb" Bada said but Nari stops her from going away any further.

"Where are you going?" The shorter girl pulls Bada closer before pushing her against the door.

"You can't just leave me like this you know?" Nari started leaving butterfly kisses around Bada's neck, earning a gasp from the tall girl.

"You need to finish what you've started Ms.Lee" Bada could swear that her eyes might just roll to the back of her head when she heard Nari talk that seductively.

"Fucking hell" Bada could only say before bringing Nari to the middle of the room and pushing her down to bed as she climbs up on top of her.

The two pull each other once again into a passionate kiss, not wasting any time as Bada started trailing down kisses on Nari's neck, sucking and biting, leaving red spots all over it.

As Nari's hands grips on Bada's hair, pushing her head deeper while exposing more of her neck to her.

"Bada—" Nari managed to moan out which made Bada's kisses go harder. Bada's hand is placed on Nari's thigh, caressing it which just made Nari moan louder.

The loud music from the party outside drowns out their moans as the two continues to eat each others faces, tonguea intertwined, Bada's leg is placed between Nari's making the girl grind into it.

"Stand up and strip for me" Bada commanded as she moves away to make room for Nari, the girl immediately complied and began taking of her costume as painfully slow as possible while swaying her hips to the blaring music outside the room. Bada couldn't help but bit her lips as she stare her down.

Nari finally reveals her white laced bralette with a pairing laced thong underneath her Lola costume. Bada inhales sharply as she admires Nari's body.

"Fuck, come here baby" Bada gestures to her lap, as Nari sits on it, placing her legs to the tall girls sides. Bada immediately attacked Nari's neck once again. Sucking and biting more hasher, trailing the kisses down to her cleavage while her hands caresses Nari's inner thighs, her fingers casually grazing over the girl's clothed cunt, feeling the wet patch on the girl's panties.

Nari couldn't help but grind onto the dancer's lap as she felt herself getting lost from the stimulation she is experiencing from Bada's hands and mouth.

"B-Bada..." Nari whines "...want more please~"

"God you sound so cute when you beg, what do you want baby?" Bada teases as she 'accidentally' grazes over Nari's clit again, that causes the girl to mewl.

"Hmm—Ah!" Nari's soft moans just turns on Bada more as she yearns for more. Bada finally had enough and pull off Nari's bralette and dives in, taking one tit in her mouth whilst massaging the other.

Nari's eyes rolls to the back of her head once she felt Bada push aside her panties and start playing with her clit, the soft squelches of her cunt can be heard echoing in the room despite the loud music outside.

"Oh— hah, Bada so g-good" Nari moans as her hands flew to the dancer's hair as she gives it a light tug. Bada moans against Nari's tits when she felt the pleasurable pain from her scalps.

Bada then released the girl's breast before capturing Nari's lips once again, pushing her tongue inside her partner's mouth as she inserts a finger inside Nari's sopping cunt.

This made the girl arch her back, and break away from the kiss, releasing a loud moan.

"Oh shit— you're so wet yet you're so tight" Bada muttered under breath as she pulls Nari once again for a kiss while her other hands massaged the girl's tits once again

Nari couldn't help but moan into the kiss, her hand is still tugging on Bada's hair, whilst the other is on the tall girl's shoulder for support as she starts riding Bada's fingers.

Tears started welling up on Nari's eyes as she feels the overwhelming pleasure, Bada has inserted another finger inside her while her thumbs continues to massaged her clit.

Her legs started to shake as her eye rolls uncontrollably when she felt a knot building up on her stomach.

"B-bada wait I— ngh" Bada smirk as she felt Nari's walls tighten "Yeah, I know" Bada presses some butterfly kisses on Nari's neck over the bruises she puts herself, "go ahead baby, cum on fingers" her pace fastens as the knot on Nari's stomach finally breaks.

Her body is shaking as Bada helps her chase her high before making her lay down on the bed.

Planting subtle kisses on her lips, cheeks and neck, going over all the marks she planted. "god I love you so much" Bada muttered against Nari's skin as she continues planting kisses all over her body, from the girl's neck, down to her breasts, before planting kisses on her thighs.

Although still sensitive from her first orgasm, Nari found a bit of strength to raise her head only to see Bada positioning herself in between Nari's legs.

Bada pulls down Nari's underwear before trailing kisses again on her stomach down to her pussy, "Bada, what are you doing?" Nari tries to stop Bada as she is still recovering from the previous orgasm.

"Oh darling, did you think I'm done with you?" The room is a bit dark but Nari could sense Bada's smirk as her face comes closer to her cunt before giving it one long stripe and another after another until Bada is pressing her face on Nari's cunt.

Her tongue goes deep inside her, occasionally sucking on her clit, while she thrust fingers back and forth.

Nari's legs are over Bada's shoulders, her moans are uncontrollable, her nails are leaving scratch marks on Bada's back which just made the dancer moan onto Nari's cunt, sending out vibrations to her body which made her shiver. Her toes curling at how good Bada's mouth and fingers work on her body.

A few tears streaks down from her eyes as the pleasure starts to build up once again on her body. Her breathes started getting short as she Bada continues to eat her out.

Nari pushed back Bada's hair as she watches how the dancer eats her out. Bada's eyes were closed, almost like she is savoring the girl's flavor, treating her like a delicacy. Slowly, Bada looks up and made eye contact to Nari, smirking as she dives in once again back to Nari's cunt which makes her throw her head back.

"Mhmm— so fucking delicious" Bada muttered before planting kisses Nari's inner thigh before going back to eating her out "should've done this earlier" Bada chuckles against Nari's pussy. " Yeah, you should have—Oh!" Nari retorted but Bada immediately cut her of by thrusting her fingers faster and harder.

Nari arches her back as she moves her hips to the same rhythm Bada sets as she chases another orgasm.

"B-Bada i'm gonna— ngh hah" her breath staggers as she finally releases her juices, her legs shakes as her toes curl from the pleasure as Bada gladly laps up her juices, not wasting a single drop.

Soon, the exhaustion has finally get to Nari's system as she passed out on the bed, when Bada noticed this she couldn't help but chuckles as she stood up and finally turning on the light in the room.

As Bada finally looks back at Nari, she first admire the hickeys she planted all across Nari's neck and breast, but as her gaze trails down, she starts to notice the bruises on the sleeping girl's body. These aren't just normal bruises, it seems like it was there for some time now, some are already fading while some looks like it's still fresh and was just a few days old.

Bada's eyes grew with concern as she inspects the girl's bruises closer. "I promise I'll find a way to help get you away from that man" tall girl muttered under her breath.

Bada decided to worry about the concerning marks on Nari's body and decided that she should clean the girl up first.

But as Bada was about to pick up Nari's clothes on the floor. The door was abruptly opened by none other than a drunk Yeonjun.

"Oh shit" the two made eye contact, Bada quickly turns around and covers Nari's naked body, while Yeonjun quickly turns around and closed the door, looking traumatised as he goes back to where his other friends were.

"Fuck" Bada thought to herself, putting Nari's clothes quickly and picked her up, carrying her all the way to her car, as she drives back to her apartment.

[neoarchipelago]

And they were Rommates (part 18)

A/N: Ok so, a bit of a cool, chill chapter. I've been a bit mean to you. So a bit of a nice calm moment. I swear it's because i'm nice. I'm nice, i swear.

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ CONTENT.

You blinked open your eyes. It was dark outside. You noticed it immediately. You also noticed that Simon wasn't with you. You stretched your limbs, you were sore. You were still wearing the bunny suit. Blushing, you reviewed in mind the reaction Simon had. You giggled to yourself before deciding you were hungry. 

Simon was a master of aftercare. He cleaned you up, brought water, asked if you wanted snacks, and then it was cuddle time. Turns out you fell asleep this time. Getting up slowly, you hopped your way out of the bedroom and into the hallway. You were wearing the bunny headband, that you were sure you had lost when you were railed up. 

Simon must have put it back on your head while you slept and that made you melt. The house was quiet. You wondered where the boys were, especially Simon.

Once you reached the end of the stairs you hopped to the living room area twirling around in the pretty dress. 

Eyes. Looking at you. Many. You yelped, jumping. 

"What the fuck guys! Why are you creeping like that?!" You yelled. 

Simon stood, leaning back against the counter arms crossed while the squad, price included, sat at the large table. 

"This is why you got us out of the house!" Soap said, offended. 

Riley had jumped as soon as he had heard you yelp, you were trying to handle the big boy trying to receive pets from you. 

Gaz laughed, Price chuckled under his breath. Konig looked slightly embarrassed. 

Simon was eyeing you confidently. You'd thought he'd be somehow jealous or would want to hide you. Instead he looked proud. He was gushing over you, and proudly showing what's his. You felt yourself get warm. 

"Just… got down to get a snack. Continue… whatever you guys are doing." 

You walked over to the kitchen feeling Simon's stare as you walked. 

"Actually… captain. I got places to be." Soap interjected, getting up and smoothing his jacket. 

You noticed he was indeed well dressed and pampered. 

"Well, where are you going young man?" You teased as you grabbed something from the fridge. 

"I'm taking Margo and Tyler out to dinner, and then we're going to the arcade." He said with a big grin. 

You gasped and jumped happily to the counter. 

"No way!! You asked her out!" 

"I asked them out. I have to win them both." He said, a tiny bit of stress in his voice. 

"Oh don't worry. I think Tyler loves you already." Gaz added. 

You smiled happily at him. 

"What made you move sergeant?" Price asked, visibly curious. 

"Well." He started, turning his face to you. "Someone told me that we shouldn't waste time. Because things happen, and then we don't get to see our plans happen." He finished with a soft smile. 

You blushed, half embarrassed, avoiding Simon's gaze at all cost. Soap ran to you, kissing your cheek before running off. You were captivated by your drink. 

"Actually sir… I…I… have to go too…" 

You looked up at Konig's voice, eyes wide. 

"Don't tell me you have a date too…" Price looked slightly shocked yet arbourded a wide smile on his face. 

"I.. I'm going to watch a movie with Grim.. I-I'll be right in front so if you need-" 

"No Konig it's alright. Enjoy your movie night." You said in a soft voice. 

His eyes wrinkled behind the mask before he waved and started walking away. 

"Wait! Comin' with ya. Gonna see if Aquila and Richard are up to some gaming tonight." Gaz said, standing up and running off behind Konig. 

Simon seemed to chuckle before turning around facing you. Thank God the counter was separating you two because you just wanted to kiss that man, by the simple way he looked at you. 

"Some coffee captain?" You asked, eyes not leaving Simon. 

"Gladly but I don't want to hold the candles." He joked. 

"You'll be alright Price. Get a coffee with us and then you can run off." Simon added, heading to the coffee machine to prepare said coffee. 

Price sighed but accepted. He rose to his feet, walking to the counter taking a seat in front of you. You looked up at him, a small smirk on your lips. 

"I know what you want to ask." He said with a smile. 

"Do you?" You said in the same tone. 

"Yes I do" 

"I haven't said a thing." 

"I can see it, so go on. Ask." 

"Do you want me to ask?" You teased. 

"It doesn't matter-" he started. 

"Why aren't you with Elizabeth tonight?" Simon rang from behind you, making you choke on your drink.

Price suddenly looked embarrassed. Simon walked back to the counter, putting two cups of coffee down, and a snack for you that you happily accepted. 

"Simon. It's…" 

"Complicated?" He joked. 

Price sighed again. 

"What's so complicated?" You asked. 

"She's… half my age." 

"So?" Simon questioned. 

"So. She deserves better. Someone who'll take her on dates, full of energy. Not someone who'll come home and get dinner and sit on the couch watching TV before going to bed." 

"I've seen you run faster than Johnny on missions." Simon said, annoyance peaking through his eyes. 

You chuckled again. 

"You're all but old Price. And you're a gentleman." You tried. 

"I think that's not enough." He answered. 

"That's not up to you to decide." Simon interupted. 

You blinked looking at him. 

"Someone, informed me. That it wasn't up to us to decide if they care or not." He finished lifting his mask to take a sip of his coffee. 

Price looked at you and you tried to look away. 

"You do teach good things to my boys." He teased. It made you smile. 

"Perhaps it's time I teach you something and you listen." You finally said. "John. Elizabeth is a sweet girl. She's calm. She's strong. She's head over heels with you." Price looked taken aback. "You need to stop being an idiot and start letting yourself live. It won't kill you to try things with her. I'm asking you to take her out on a date, you clearly both want to. You don't have to ask her to marry you tonight." You teased. 

You were almost sure you heard Simon laugh under his breath. Price looked amused. 

"Well… maybe you're right… but how do I do that?" 

"Be yourself. Chicks dig that as gaz would say." Simon said, taking another sip. 

"Do chicks dig that? Yeah. Yeah they do." You teased. 

Price seemed to think for a few long seconds before he downed the rest of his coffee and got up. 

"I hope she likes grilled meat. There's a pub grill that I've been dying to try…" he said. 

He still looked stressed as he put on his coat. 

"She'll love it. Just don't overthink this. Enjoy yourselves." You said with a reassuring smile.

"Yeah. I fucked it up by overthinking at the beginning…. Don't do that." Simon said, suddenly very serious. 

You felt a ping in your heart. You remembered your first fights. When he had left for missions without a word. You felt sad for a second and he noticed it. 

"I'm sorry baby I-.." 

He leaned down letting his forehead touch yours as he held you in his arms now.

"It's ok. It's gone. We made it Simon." You answered with a smile before turning your heads to look at Price. 

"You two are amazing together. I'm happy for both of you." He said truly, making you smile. "Now start making babies." He finished, making you gasp and then bite your lip as he walked out on that note. 

"Such a good idea…" 

You snapped your head back to Simon. 

"Simon!" 

He kissed you in a chuckle. 

"How about… a date night for us too?" He proposed. 

"Hmmm… what did you have in mind?" You asked excitedly. 

"Well… how about, video games, pizza, and then… I'll make love to you until all you can think of is my name." He whispered, looking deeply into your eyes. 

You took a second to breath, biting your lip, his eyes following the movement. 

"That sounds amazing…" 

The next morning the house was buzzing. Everyone was there, Kate included but except Melissa and Amy. It was Sunday and everyone had come over for a barbecue at lunch. 

Summer was finally here. The warm sun, the heat. It felt great. Of course, the house had a summer pool in the backyard, covered by wood floors in the colder months. Everyone was stoked. Tyler and Soap ran around playing with water guns, Gaz, Konig, Grim and Richard following the move. Price and Simon were at the grill while you sat at the table with Elizabeth and Margo. 

"So how was your date?" You asked, looking at Margo. 

"Weeelllll. It was… honestly very nice. It was chill, fun, and I really enjoyed myself." She started. 

"And?" 'Liza asked.

"And… I think… I don't know. But the way Tyler and him just get along so well… you know? The arcades were the best moment. I haven't seen Tyler so happy in a very long while." She explained. 

"I haven't seen you this happy in a long while." You commented softly. 

She smiled. 

"I'm so happy for you…" Liza said. 

You nodded at her words. 

"What about you Liz? How was it?" You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Wait! No way!" Margo interrupted with wide eyes but a playful grin on her face. 

"Well…" she started as she blushed, throwing a look at Price. 

You noticed, of course, the little look the man shared with her, the little smile. 

"Oh. my. god. You have. To tell us." Margo half whispered. You giggled. 

"It was amazing. We went to eat, and he was so nice. It was a bit… stressful at the beginning because… he showed up out of nowhere yesterday night. He asked if perhaps I was hungry and I'd like to dine with him… I swear I didn't know where to put myself. I… was blushing so hard!" She told the both of you before hiding her face in her hands. 

Margo was hyping her up, jumping in her seat. 

"And and and??" She pushed. 

"And… I accepted. I wanted to get dressed properly but… he said I looked beautiful, and I shouldn't stress about it." 

"I knew it, that old asshole has Rizz." You commented, making her chuckle. 

"The diner was… really nice. We talked very comfortably… he didn't try to hide. He was a bit uncomfortable with how young I was but… we talked about it. Turns out… we're seeing each other again tonight we're doing something calm… at his house." 

Margo was now a mess, she looked like we had informed her she had won the jackpot at a casino. She was gathering almost everyone's attention, especially Tyler and Soap. 

"Hey! What's making you so happy mama?" Soap asked with a wink, Tyler jumping next to him. 

"The both of you. You're both making me so happy!" Margo answered with a smile. 

Tyler cheered, hugging his mom before giving Soap a high five. You laughed a bit, taking Liz's hand in yours, giving her a reassuring smile. You got up still holding her hand making her follow you. You walked towards the big grill. Simon had a way to watch you every time you moved that made you want to fall on your knees for him. 

"Hello ladies." Price greeted. 

You could see from the corner of your eye Liz smiled and looked down. 

"So. How have you treated my girl John?" You asked, taking a very motherly tone. 

"Well… I hope I was a gentleman.." he answered with a little smile. 

"Oh you were! Don't pay attention to her! She's always like this…" Liz whined, pushing you a bit with her shoulder, earning another laugh from you. 

You let her go, walking towards Simon who immediately wrapped his arms around you. Liz walked to Price, standing next to him. Simon dropped a kiss on top of your head. Today he wore a balaclava. Aquila had found another facemask that would hide the lower part of his face, a skull print on it but he wasn't entirely comfortable with it yet. He was getting a bit more comfortable not wearing a mask at home, though it was still rare. You wouldn't push him, it didn't matter to you, behind closed doors, you had all of him. 

It was a beautiful day, yes. But something still bothered you. 

"What's wrong baby?" He asked. 

"Melissa isn't here yet. She's not usually late…" you said. 

"Why don't you call her? Ease your mind." He said. 

You nodded before kissing his cheek and separating. You took out your phone, pressing 'call'. The phone rang, again and again, before it hung up. You frowned looking at your phone. You were going to dial again when you received a text. 

Hey Darling! So sorry! Amy is sick… she's sleeping right now, can't answer… probably won't make it today. 

"Oh…" you let out. 

"What's wrong?" Simon asked from behind you. 

"Amy's sick… they won't be able to make it…" you let out. 

"Well… at least we know why. Are you feeling better?" 

"Yeah… we should pass by later tonight to check up on them." 

"We will." 

You smiled up at him again. 

"Come on everyone! Let's eat!" Price called everyone. 

The afternoon went by smoothly, everyone decided to get down for a monopoly. Though you were too much, teams were therefore created. Soap, Margo and Tyler. Konig and Grim. Gaz, Áquila and Car Keys. Price and Liz. You and Simon. 

You hadn't fully grasped the actual warning Simon had given you when you had first moved in. Konig was yelling in German at Gaz in only 30 minutes. Car keys tried to back him up. Soap and his team kept ending up in jail, Tyler found it really funny. You and Simon were just trying to have fun while chaos bloomed. Price and Liz were at the top of the board. Turns out they made a wonderful team together. 

It went on for hours until everyone decided to stay for dinner. You had decided to text Melissa then. 

Hey! How's Amy doing? Do you need something? I can pass by real quick. 

Hey thank you but that won't be necessary. She's really tired and cranky. Just trying to get her to rest. 

Alright… please call if you need anything. 

Thank you. 

You frowned at your phone. You felt like something was off. The way she texted you. Perhaps Amy had really come up with something that worried her. 

"Y/N." 

You jumped, spinning around. 

"Simon!" 

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?" 

"You are too sneaky sometimes…" you giggled. 

"What's wrong. You were frowning…" 

"Melissa… refused my help. She said Amy's too tired." You answered with a frown. 

"Alright. Tell me why it worries you." 

"Usually… She always needs help, or at least accepts it. It feels a bit off." 

"Calm down darling, perhaps she's tired herself. Remember when you had to take care of Soap?" 

You laughed a bit. Yes you did remember. He nuzzled you, holding you close. You heard the laughs, the yells and the conversations behind you. You felt at peace. Finally. 

"Simon…" 

He hummed in response. 

"I love you. Thank you, for being part of my life." You whispered only for his ears. 

"I love you too. Thank you, for building me a home." 

You felt yourself fall even more for him. Yes. Home. This is what it felt like. 

"Hey, love birds!" Soap called, gaining your attention. 

"You got time to cuddle, come spend time with us!" 

You chuckled again while Simon sighed. You still decided to join them. Night fell, you improvised dinner and then decided on another board game. You excused yourself to the kitchen after losing and surrendering. You were cleaning a bit around when someone walked in. 

Simon stood, phone in hand, eyeing your body up and down. He tilted his head, making you chuckle. You felt warm just feeling his gaze over you. He tapped on his phone, throwing a few glances at you. You frowned but couldn't help but smile. 

"What are you doing Simon?" You asked. 

He stepped closer, tapping a bit more before turning the phone to you. 

There, on a website, was written 'purchase confirmed.' . You looked at the article's eyes opening wide. Maid outfit, cat outfit, angel, devil and a cow one. 

"Simon… what is this?" You blushed heavily. 

He chuckled, dropping his phone, arms wrapping around you. 

"Well. Turns out I found the receipt for the bunny suit. Searched for the name and they have a website."

He nuzzled in your neck. Your hands on his forearms, head falling back to give him access. 

"Thought about buying more cute outfits I can fuck you in. Fuck… wear them around the house, cooking, watching TV, sleeping…" 

You bit your lip at his words. 

"Simon… you liked it that much?" 

He had lifted his mask, now biting down on your neck, leaving cute little marks behind. 

"I loved it. You look beautiful, adorable. I'd change your entire closet for cute pretty outfits if you'd wear them for me everyday." 

"You're addicted sir…" you teased. 

"It's my second order…" he whispered against your neck. 

You wanted to scold him, say something, but he bit down on your neck, hard, making you whimper. He sucked a bit, making sure to leave a little mark. He chuckled at your little moans the way you turned to a whinny mess in his arms. He dropped a kiss to your lips before stepping back. 

He was about to turn and walk away but no. Now you were horny. And you wanted him. You grabbed his t-shirt making him stop. He looked down at your hands, eyes amused. You stepped closer to him, softly pushing him back against the counter. He let you, enjoying your little show of dominance. 

You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing him shake his head a bit, stretching his neck. He loved it. Your eyes on him. You let your hands caress his chest up and down. Tip toeing you kissed him softly, teasingly. His hands rose to your hips, pulling you flush against him. You separated, only a few inches from his lips. You let the tip of your tongue lick his lips teasing him. 

"Fuck…" he cursed. 

You chuckled, stepping back and starting to walk away. He quickly shut that down, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to him. One hand on your lower back, the other lost in your hair, he kissed, tongues clashing. He groaned against you as you moaned to him. 

This time you were the one backed against the counter. You wanted more. You could feel him, hard, against your stomach. 

"Simon… please…" you whined. 

"I love it when you're whinny like this." He provoked while you whined again against his lips. "Tell me what you want… use your words." 

You bit your lip. You knew that if you wanted it, you had to say it. It was hard to understand why you currently felt like this. Like you were on fire. Like needing him right now was vital. You were wet already, from the little interaction. 

"Please sir… fuck me.." you pleaded. 

"Fuckin hell… bunny." He cursed again. 

He kissed you once more before picking you up. He walked to the living room table putting you down next to it. Letting his hands roam your body made you feel like you were going insane. Yes. It really was odd. You had absolutely no patience for games. You reached for his belt unbuckling it. You heard him chuckle mockingly. 

"Simon!" You whined, getting frustrated. 

"Hey… hey." He frowned. "Look at me bunny." 

You obeid, eyes pleading. 

"What's wrong love… so impatient right now." He questionned. 

"I… I don't know… but I need you so much… I feel like I'm burning…" you explained. 

"Don't remember seeing you this needy, but by all means… I'm thrilled to help." He growled. 

He spun you around, pushing you down on the table softly. A shiver ran down your spine. Your shorts and panties were quickly pulled down. His belt clicked again, this time as he pulled his cock out. His hand reached your folds, fingers coated in your juices. 

"Fuck… baby, you're really wet for me." He groaned again. 

He teased you, fingers grazing against your clit, making your hips buckle to meet his fingers. They traveled closer to your folds, slowly passing through, letting a finger slip in. You moaned, trying to push your hips back onto him. You knew he was pumping himself at the sight. You wiggled your hips taunting him. 

He pulled his finger out, spanking your ass cheek as a punishment, making you yelp but giggle. He finally positioned himself at your entrance but didn't move. 

"Darling. Are you sure? Not scared that someone could walk in?" He teased. 

It hadn't even crossed your mind. You two were in the middle of the living room, fucking on the table, while all your friends were outside playing a board game. But your mind was screaming it. Your body ached for it. 

"I'm going to let you decide Y/N." Your name made you shiver. His voice had such a power on you. "Whenever you want, you can lean back, and slip my cock inside you. I'll fuck you like you need it bunny. But you can stop too-" 

You didn't wait for him to finish, your hazy mind lost. You let yourself fall back onto him, inching his hard cock inside. 

"Ah fuck…" 

You moaned at his curse. He was right, fuck it was amazing. You felt so full when your ass finally slammed against him. He immediately grabbed your hips, taking control. His pace was slow at first, taking enormous pleasure at torturing you. For your greatest pleasure, he quickly lost his own patience. His pace quickened, making the table shake. 

You were trying really hard not to be too loud, but you weren't sure you were making a good job at it. He wrapped his arm over your stomach lifting you up. His palm rested on your lower stomach. Your feet had left the floor, but now it felt deeper, and he would hit that sweet little spot inside you. You felt overwhelmed. You wanted to cry. 

Your orgasm built up so fast you couldn't see it coming. 

"Simo.. si… gonna.." you tried. 

"I know. Baby. Cum." He ordered. 

You moaned loudly, trying to muffle it with your hands as you completely shattered around him. He refused to stop, pounding you, his other hand reaching for your sensitive bud. 

"Si!" You whined loudly. 

You felt your legs shake. You felt overstimulated, but your mind was a mush, and if he wanted to use right now, fuck you'd let him. 

"Good girl… gonna give me another one..?" He asked against your ear. 

You didn't know if you could, you felt the tears running down your cheeks. You wanted to. It burnt. You heard something, making you freeze. 

"Hey. Hey. Focus on me." He ordered. 

"But…si-" 

"On my voice. Focus on my voice." He whispered against your ear. "Close your eyes. And focus on me."

You obeid, feeling him slow his pace, longer, deeper thrusts as he teased your clit softly. 

"Good girl… such a good girl…" he praised, making you clench around him. "Fuck… you take me so well… you were made for me bunny." You cursed under your breath, you were really trying to keep it quiet but right now, it was overwhelming. 

He was still lifting you up, but he pushed you higher on the table, letting you go. One arm remained around your waist, making sure to play with your clit, while the other reached for your jaw. His arm nestled between your breasts, his fingers teasing your lips. He was still slowly fucking you, making sure to pump himself almost out and then back in deep. You opened your mouth, two fingers slipping in. 

"If you feel like it's too much… fuck… like you want to be loud… want to sing for me… suck on them." 

You were slowly losing it. The pace, his hand around your jaws, fingers in your mouth, cock buried deep inside you, his voice… dripping honey to you. 

"You feel so good… so tight. Will you cum for me again…?" 

You sucked on his fingers, your hands wrapping around his wrist. You moaned, whined, whimpered, hoping he'd understand how much you needed it. You didn't need to say much. He knew it. 

"Oh… fuuuck… Bunny. Do you want me to fill you up?" 

Those words. It made your eyes roll back. The thought of it. Was it your hormones? What… who cared. You kept sucking and licking his fingers, drool falling down your chin, wetting his hand. You whined repeatedly, little 'please' 'beg you' 'cum inside me' falling like a curse from your lips. His hips slammed into your, meeting your begs and pleads. You felt your orgasm ready to crunch over you. 

"Please… lieutenant…" you moaned, making him groan. 

You could feel your peak right there, but held it back. Fuck you did everything to hold it back. 

"Simon… fill me up…pleaaase…" you begged again, half teasing him, driving him insane and to his own edge. 

His hand left your mouth, wrapping around your neck. 

"Don't tease me Y/N." He warned. 

"mmh yours…" 

"Fuck.." 

"I wannna be… filled up…" 

"SHIIIIT." 

"Make.. me… a mommy…" 

You gasped as he made sure to fuck you roughly, the table rocking, whatever was on it falling to the ground. You gasped, your orgasm washing over you. His pace faltered as he spilled deep inside you. He remained deep, not moving for a little while. 

Your mind was getting clearer and clearer. Your words were now echoing in your mind. You were panting. Simon's hands rested on either side of you, close to your head. You shifted slightly. 

"Don't move." 

His voice was dark..very. A chill ran down your spine. You could still feel him twitch inside you. 

"Simon…" 

He didn't answer. Your anxiety was starting to rise. 

"Simon.. I'm.. I'm sorry… I don't know why I said that… sorry…" you didn't know exactly what to say. You didn't know what came over you. You had never talked about it. Children. 

"Simon.." now you felt like you'd cry. 

One of his hands rose, caressing your hair, your cheek. He dropped down kissing your cheek. You turned to him and he captured your lips into a deep kiss. You moaned again to him before he separated. 

"It's alright… it's ok. We were lost in the moment. I'm not mad, I promise." He comforted you. 

He straightened up, slowly slipping out of you. He grabbed the napkins on the table, just to make sure his cum wouldn't drip on the floor. You sighed, closing your eyes as you scolded yourself. 

He made sure to clean you up, softly before dressing you up again. He turned you around, lifting you up to make you sit on the table. You were embarrassed to look at him. You bit your lip. 

"Bunny. Look at me." 

You closed your eyes, biting harder on your lip. 

"Bunny. Eyes on me. Won't say it again." 

You opened your eyes slowly, looking up at him. His thumb reached your lips, freeing it from the torture you were inflicting on it. 

"I'm not mad… fuck. I reacted to it. You felt it." 

You nodded a bit. Yes you did. He had lost it and gave you exactly what you needed. 

"Just didn't expect that… I'm not going to pretend I don't… go insane at the thought of it." 

You frowned a bit. Trying to understand. 

"Breeding you." He let out. 

You blinked before blushing heavily. It made him chuckle. 

"But I think. We should talk about things beforehand." He finished. 

You took a deep breath, steadying your heart and your voice. 

"You're right. I don't know what came over me… think… I wanted to tease you, because I know you like it, I'm sorry." 

"Stop apologizing Y/N. That was so fucking hot." 

He captured your lips again, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"Guys!" 

You jumped, Simon's head snapping towards the sound. 

"We talked about this! Not on the table!" Gaz scolded while Richard stood next to him, munching on chips and shaking his head. 

God… if he knew. It was too late for that. And you felt Simon ready to drop the bomb but you cut him off. 

"Sorry. We'll behave." You let out quickly. 

"Yeah yeah sure. The girls are leaving, come say bye." He said before walking out with Richard. 

You looked at Simon before laughing a bit. He joined you in your laugh, his forehead on yours. 

"Come on. Let's say bye." You said pushing him away so you could jump down.

"Yeah. I'll drag you to my bed after. Teach you not to tease me."

 

It's been two days. Two days. You were sitting at the table, this time in the living room. You had been worried about Amy and Melissa but Kate had told you she received an email from Melissa asking for a few days off to take care of the child. It made you feel a bit better. 

Now you sat, with Margo and Kate, the weather outside had turned to a pour down. 

"I can't believe I said that…" you repeated, hiding your face, ashamed.

"Listen, it's ok. Sometimes it happens, you get wild during sex and some things slip out." Kate reassured. 

"Yeah hormones, us women it happens, and it depends on the kinks." Margo added, munching on snacks.

"Yes… but I don't know. He's been a bit distant since then. It feels weird." You said honestly.

"And obviously, you haven't talked about it with him." Margo guessed. 

"No.. I've been feeling embarrassed and… I'm a bit anxious that he's angry at me." You frowned. 

Kate laughed a bit while Margo shook her head. 

"Well if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see my child and my man." Margo said, standing up. 

You decided to go to the kitchen too, letting Kate join the rest of the group. A little competition had started on the switch. 

You were looking for something when Tyler came running to you. 

"Y/N!" 

"Oh, yes honey?" You asked. 

"I need help!" He rushed.

You frowned but he grabbed your hand. You followed him, past the group and into the hallway. He walked you closer to a closet and stopped in front. It was the entrance closet where people would hang their coats.

"Can you hide in there please?" 

"What?" You frowned.

"Please!" He added, jumping up and down. 

"Alright, fine!" You answered with a little smile. 

You walked into the closet, closing the door inside. You sighed, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall. 

You heard voices and footsteps before the door swung open. You jumped. Simon frowned looking at you. Soap stood behind him, pushing him instead in a shove. Simon fell forward, bracing himself against the wall behind you to avoid crushing you. 

The door was slammed before the key was heard. 

"Johnny!" You yelled. 

"We'll let you out when you're done having a talk!" He answered through the door. 

Through the darkness you felt his body close to you, the heat contrasting with the coldness of the wall, making you shiver. 

Your hands had found his chest, his face buried in your neck. 

"Simon…" you called softly. 

"Yes darling ?" 

"Are you mad at me…?" You asked. 

"What? No. What makes you think that?" His voice sounded slightly alarmed. 

"You've been a bit cold…I… I don't know…"

He sighed. So you were right. He had been. 

"I'm sorry love. It wasn't my intention. Really. I just been in my head." He started. "The whole thing made me think about my own father…" 

"You don't have to say anything Simon. If you're not comfortable." 

"It's alright. I will tell you. Maybe not right now but I will. The thing is… I'm scared I won't be a good father. So the whole question is complicated." 

"It's alright… I don't even know myself if I want to have kids… we don't have to talk about it now." You tried. 

"I'm not mad. I promise baby. I'm sorry I've been cold. It's not your fault." 

You felt him wrap his arms around you, kissing your cheeks through the mask. You hugged him back, lifting his mask to kiss him. His tongue tasted so good to you. His body flushed against you, his hands traveling up and down your body. The little groan he'd let out as you bit his lip. You felt warm. Horny. You stepped back a bit. 

"What's wrong darling?" He asked. 

"I'm… sorry. I just felt this wave of… warm" you tried to explain.

"Warm? You're horny?" 

You whined.

"Yes… I'm sorry… I don't know what's gotten into me lately." 

He chuckled, pulling you back to him. 

"Bunny, you don't have to apologize, you make me horny all the fucking time. You just have to ask. Really. I'll be more than happy to oblige…" he groaned. 

His lips met your neck as you let your head fall back. Yes you wanted him again… you needed him. 

"Simon… please…" you moaned. 

"It's ok baby. Let me take care of you."

[holdmytesseract]

The Tale of the Easter Bunny

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: Loki's part he has to play on Tony's Easter party didn't go as planned; leaving its mark on you...

Warnings: Loki thirst, nakedness? suggestive smut/light smut, swear words, it's also a bit funny

Word Count: 2,7k

a/n: There we are! Time for my lil' Easter Special... Enjoy! 😁 And happy easter to everyone who is celebrating! 🐣

Also huge thanks to @lokisgoodgirl , who helped me along a bit and read through it, 'cause I was afraid that it's not good enough... 🙈

Divider by the wonderful @fictive-sl0th <3

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Masterlist

Chairs screeched across the floor of the big, spacious room, after the 7 o'clock meeting was finally over. Everyone scrambled to get the hell outta here. It's been a long day and every member of the Avengers wanted to just go into bed and not stay longer than Steve 'forced' them to.

That had been the raven-haired God's plan as well - but he didn't even make it to round the large table, before a firm voice stopped him in his tracks. "Reindeer Games." It was Tony, of course, causing Loki to sigh. Spinning around on his heels, he faced the man with an annoyed, bored expression. "Stark." The billionaire nodded towards the back of the room. "For a word..." A low groan of disapproval rumbled through the God's chest as he complied; following Tony.

"What do you want?" Loki more or less snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. "Woah, slow down, princess. No need to turn into a diva..." Loki rolled his eyes, already hating this conversation. "I just meant to tell you that I've got the perfect job for you on my annual Easter garden party."

Oh, right... The Easter party... Tony organised a party on Easter every year, on which each team member was invited, but also had a little job to do - and this year, it was the first time Loki and his brother were a part of it. The Asgardian prince forgot about this already again - and to be honest, he didn't even know that much about those... festives. He knew it was important to the people here on Midgard, but to him?

"Which would be?" "You..." Tony pointed at him. "Are going to play the bunny." Loki blinked, looking quite confused at the billionaire. "I beg your pardon? The bunny?" Tony crossed his arms, now annoyed as well. "Yes, the bunny." No doubt, the God was very confused. "Why in all the nine realms a bunny, Stark? What am I supposed to do as this little, terrifying creature? If this is to humiliate me, I-" Tony interrupted him. "It's not, Reindeer Games. Calm down. For gosh sake, if I would've known that you'd be such a drama queen about this, I would've assigned Thor to do it." Loki rolled his eyes - again. "What am I supposed to do then?" Tony sighed, clearly having enough. "Just... wear that bunny costume. I'll tell you on the party." The God cursed internally; had actually no intentions to even join the party, but he clearly had to, in order to 'integrate into the group', as Fury put it. If he wanted to stay and not return to Asgard, he had to - as strange as it sounded - become an Avenger. If joining Stark's party as a bunny would help him, then by the Norns he'd do it.

"Fine." "There we go. Now was that so difficult?" Loki gritted his teeth; biting his tongue in order to prevent a snarky comment to leave his lips. "Hand me the costume, Stark, before I'm going to rethink my decision." Tony shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have one. I-" He was cut off by the ringing of his phone. "You don't even have one?!" The God snarled, feeling his muscles tense. "Just get one! You are a big boy who can buy things himself, aren't you? Now if you'd excuse me, this is important." After those words Tony answered his call and walked away, out of the room - leaving Loki behind.

With the days passing and the party getting closer, Loki hadn't much time left to look for a costume. And therefore, that he didn't even know what kind of costume exactly he had to wear, he did the thing he learned here on Midgard... Googling. So, the Asgardian prince opened up Google and searched for a bunny costume. Unfortunately, he wasn't very... familiar with this foreign search engine, resulting in a rather big... misunderstanding. Loki did get a result, of course, but unbeknownst to him, a not particular Easter themed one... His eyes widened slightly as his gaze fell on the first thing that came up. Stark wants me to wear that? He asked himself. But after he gave the costume a second look, a mischievous, cheeky smile darted over his face. Alright.

When you arrived at Tony's, was the garden party already in full swing. Everybody was chatting, laughing and having fun.

Natasha and Wanda sat at the small mini bar, chatting with Pepper. Tony stood behind the grill, already preparing barbecue. Bruce discussed vociferously something scientific with Vision, while Clint and Cap nursed two bottles of beer. And Thor and Scott? Well, they jumped around in Morgan's trampoline - who was at a friend's Easter children party today. The only one missing was Loki. At least you couldn't see him anywhere. Too bad, you thought.

Taking a deep breath, you walked over to your friends and wrapped your arms around both their shoulders from behind. "Hey guys." "Y/N, hey!" "Hey, sweetie." They both greeted you with a smile and slid over, so that you could sit between them on one of the bar stools. Sipping on the drink Pepper made you, you small-talked to the three women for a while, until two of them excused themselves to look after their husbands - leaving you and Nat on your own.

"Have you seen Loki, Nat?" You asked, checking your surroundings again. The Russian spy shook her head, red curls bobbing. "No, sorry, I haven't seen your lover boy, but I heard he's been assigned from Tony to play the Easter bunny." You frowned. "The Easter bun- Hey, he isn't my lover boy!" Natasha smirked. "But you wished he was. I know how you're looking at him, babe." "I... I don't look at him..." She giggled. "Fuck yes, you do. Literally undressing him with your eyes. You are so deep down; you don't even realise it." You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Nat, I swear I'm not undre- Oh fucking hell..." You trailed off with your sentence, as the squeaky garden door announced another arrival. And it was not just somebody... It was the one and only God of Mischief and prince of Asgard - Loki. It wasn't the fact that he was here which threw you off track so suddenly and caused you to use words Cap wouldn't be pleased to hear, no... It was his outfit...

"N-Nat..." You mumbled, reaching blindly for your friend's arm, in order to tap her. "Yeah?" Her gaze was clued to the raven-haired God as well. Admittedly, everyone's eyes were on him. "That... That wasn't what Tony meant with a bunny costume, was it?" The Widow shook her head slowly. "I don't think so..." "Oh gods..." Loki was wearing a bunny costume, yes - but not the 'right' one. Or should you say the clean one, because... This... This was certainly X-rated.

He was nude - for the most part. The only piece of clothing which prevented him from entire nakedness, were the tight, scarce trunks he wore. The black leather shimmered in the warm sun, as it stretched itself deliciously tight over his hips, groin and crotch - leaving not much to imagination. Thick, juicy thighs were framing the trunks. Your eyes wandered, travelled down his ridiculously long legs, before they jumped up again to meet his bare upper body. You had never seen this man shirtless before, but oh boy was it a sight to behold. Your wide, Y/E/C orbs followed the dark, coarse hairs of his happy trail; starting at the hem of the skimpy trunks, all the way up until they kissed his belly button, which was surrounded by the tight muscles of his abs. Not too far from them were his defined pecs, decorated with black, fine hairs as well. Your eyes lingered, then travelled further up to jump from one broad shoulder to the other, before they met his delicious neck - which donned a white-black bow tie and only led you into the next thirst trap... His handsome face. Razor sharp cheekbones, a defined jawline, kissable lips and deep, mysterious blue eyes. And all that was surrounded by his long raven curls, which fell in gentle waves over his shoulders. The cherry on top (literally) were the black bunny ears. Well, shit.

He was perfect. Like carved out of marble. You blinked, tried desperately to stop yourself from staring, but you just couldn't. Loki - the most handsome man you ever met in a sexy playboy bunny costume was just too much to handle.

Loki knew of course that all eyes were directed on him - what he didn't understand at first, because Stark told him to dress up as bunny, didn't he? Anyways, the God wasn't stupid, so he quickly connected the dots. Wrong costume.

But when he noticed how much his attire affected his fellow teammates - especially the female section, including you, it was more than just a satisfaction for him. To witness you drooling all over him; and see you melt underneath his smouldering, sexy smile was worth everything. Perhaps this ridiculous garden party had its perks after all…

"Laufeyson!" Tony hissed, grabbing the prince's attention. He waved Loki over to him, visibly angry. "For heaven's sake! What are you doing?! That was certainly not what I meant, Reindeer Games! You were supposed to be the Easter bunny and not a wannabe playboy bunny!" Loki just shrugged his shoulders, didn't understand why Tony was making such a fuss. "That may be true, Stark, but you never explicitly told me the exact description of how this costume has to look. And besides..." Loki swiftly looked over his shoulders at you, catching you how you were still staring at him. "The ladies seem to enjoy it." He said, winking at the billionaire, who just rolled his eyes.

Loki had walked over to Tony by now, and was talking to him - giving you even more exposed skin to look at... His muscular back for example. Broad shoulder blades and defined hips, which led to the God's rounded and shaped bottom - perfectly accentuated by the tight leather trunks. That's Asgard's ass, you thought. Blinking and trying again to avoid your eyes, you swallowed hard. Why was it so hot all of a sudden?

"Are you now done staring holes into Laufeyson's body, or...?" Your best friend's amused voice suddenly urged to your ears. "I-I, uh..." Whoops. "I'm not the one to blame that he decided to wear such a revealing 'outfit'!" You desperately tried to defend yourself someway, somehow, but deep down you knew that you had already lost. Nat had a point. She giggled. "And you claim to not be into him. Girl, let me tell you, that is a lie. Our raven-haired Adonis has turned your head. But I can't blame you... He's a snack." The spy said, hopping off the bar stool elegantly, "Go eat him up." and winking at you, before she walked away. Your jaw dropped at Nat's words. Little minx.

The later it got the more alcohol coursed through everybody's system, causing everything to escalate a bit. Actually, you didn't plan to drink as much alcohol as you did, but after Loki literally played the Easter bunny, hid some chocolate eggs and 'hopped around' to guide your search, you were in desperate need of another drink.

Lost in thoughts, you didn't notice how said God sneaked up on you, when you sat alone at the bar, while everybody else was playing 'Truth or Dare' - on the trampoline. He had noticed. Of course, he had. Your eyes and body language told him more than your words probably ever could. He knew exactly what you wanted - and who was he to deny your wishes?

"You'd love to touch, don't you?" He whispered in your ear with his deep voice, causing you to jump. Spinning around on your chair, your eyes met a broad, muscular chest. Loki. You swallowed; eyes travelling upwards to meet his face. Your breath hitched in your throat as you realised how close he was to you. "W-What? What are you t-talking about?" A cheeky, mischievous smile darted over his face, before he wetted his lips. "I felt your eyes on me, darling. I know you want to." Your eyes widened at his words; completely overwhelmed by the situation you suddenly found yourself in. "I-I, n-no, I- Everyone was s-staring!" The God chuckled; making his abs clench deliciously. "That may be true, but... Unlike you, they were able to tear her gazes apart. But you, Y/N..." The way he rolled your name off his tongue sent a shiver down your spine. Like on instinct, you pressed your legs together. "You kept on staring at me; feasting upon my body with your hungry eyes." Heat crawled up into your cheeks, burning them up. "I-I'm sorry, Loki, I-" "No you are not. Don't deny it, darling. I never said that I didn't like your eyes on my body, did I? In fact... I quite enjoyed it." Loki purred, giving you that smouldering look again, which almost caused your legs to give in.

"You want to touch me?" He started, taking your small, delicate hand into his big one, "Then touch me." and pressed your palm against his abs. The moment your hot skin met his pleasantly cool skin, you lost the ability to breathe. Your hand was like frozen in motion as you felt his rippling muscles; gaze glued to your hand. Another chuckle rumbled through Loki's chest. "No, no, don't be shy now, darling." He tutted, engulfing your hand once again and slowly moving it upwards. "Go ahead. Enjoy yourself. I know you want to." Oh how right he was - but... Your eyes wandered over to the others. "W-What about the o-others? W-What if they s-see?" The prince smirked down on you and reached out his hand to gently cup your chin. "Don't worry, darling. They are way too occupied. They won't notice." You swallowed hard, taking a last look at your fellow friends - before you finally gave in. Biting your lip, you started to move your hand, mapping out Loki's godly body. From his abs, to his chest, shoulders and down to his hips again. Loki's skin was so soft and inviting, you just couldn't stop. "Enjoying yourself?" All you could do was nod, unable to form words - causing him to chuckle again. But the God was quite enjoying this as well...

Tracing the hem of his trunks, where his happy trail kissed the fabric, a soft hiss escaped his lips. "You are about to enter a danger zone, darling..." Realising with a shocked expression where your hand was, you quickly wanted to pull it away - but Loki was quicker and caught your wrist. "Dangerous doesn't mean forbidden. Just know that once you enter this zone, it's going to be really hard to leave it again... Your decision." Your decision. The words echoed through your head. Was there even something to decide? You asked yourself, but quickly realised that the answer was no. You wanted this, you started this and you definitely were going to finish this. You were anyways already too far gone to say no. So, you moved your palm again, letting it slowly, teasingly enter the 'danger zone'. "Wise decision," Loki breathed, words fading into a strangled moan.

There was no holding back now. Especially not for him. He angled your head upwards again, before leaning down and crashing his intoxicating lips onto yours; kissing you like nobody else kissed you before. He positively stole your breath, as your lips collided again and again and again. By now, you didn't even care that you were obscenely making out with the younger Asgardian prince, just a few feet away from where the others were completely caught up in playing their silly party games. All you could think of was Loki. All you could feel was Loki. All you could smell was Loki. He was everywhere; had thoroughly invaded you.

His lips left yours with a wet pop, dilated black irises meeting yours. "Want to get out of here, darling?" Loki asked, straightening his black-white bow tie. "With pleasure."

[minminyoonjii]

HIIII can you please do “ When you have to share your daddies/Masters ” ot8 . Then skz ends up being mean to the reader and reader ends up running away ( reader is really mean to the girl ). Sorry if I’m asking to much

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🕯Summary: When did it end, all the enjoyment. A new inclusion was added to your perfect home, you were tolerant. However, what belonged to you, is yours and if anyone decides to use it without permission will drive you livid. Your daddys' don't act the same as they did before the new inclusion, their warmth made your shiver instead.

🌹CW

Fight|Verbal Degradation|Undermining Of Opinion|Lack Of Boundary|Lack Of Respect|Angst|Bestie! Hannah|Angry Crying|Betrayal|Trust Being Broken|Swearing Like A Sailor|The Trope Of Cold Character No Longer Being Nice To You Vibes|Yelling|Physical Subduing|Jisung Not Mentioned By Name But He's There

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.2K

You held your plushie tight, peeking through the rooms looking for your daddys'. "Is anyone awake?" you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows at the seemingly empty chambers. A soft shuffling could be heard from the playroom. You made your way towards the sound, eyes widening at the sight. "What the fuck," you cursed, staring at the girl in disgust. She squeaked, quickly setting your toys down. You scoff, slipping out of your initial headspace "What the actual fuck were you thinking?" you snared, walking towards her. 

She gulped, mouth agape but not a single word escaped. You tilted your head, "Are you insane?" you questioned, feeling utterly dirty from the thought that she could've used your sex toys without you knowing. She hung her head, avoiding eye contact. You clenched your jaw, tugging her hair back "Listen to me slut, just because they brought your pathetic ass into the walls of this home doesn't mean everything in sight is fucking yours," you warned, taking the box and dropping it aside. 

A loud thud echoed, alerting the members of the house. "What is going on here?" Chan's voice boomed, making the both of you cringe. You turned, wanting to explain yourself when the rest of the members rushed in. Chan looked at you, "Spit it out, why is she trembling?" he asked, trying to keep neutral but his tone said otherwise. You felt your blood boil, "Why don't you ask the whore sitting on the bed?" you spat, glaring at him. 

Chan pressed his tongue against his cheek, reaching behind your neck and pushing you down, "Who do you think you're talking to, hm?" he asked, staring down. "Christopher, get your fucking hand off me," you glared, turning your head to bite his wrist. Chan tsked, "That's not how bunnies should behave," he reprimanded, holding your wrists together with his other hand, subduing you. "Christopher fucking Bang, I swear to god when I get out of this," you grunted, body trembling from anger. 

"Bunny, what have you got yourself into this time?" Minho asked, staring at your held-down position. You scoffed, "Get this fucking brute of a man of me, Min," you hissed, trashing within Chan's grip. Minho chuckled, patting the girl's dishevelled hair "I told you we shouldn't have placed them in the same house," he said, moving forward to tilt your chin. Chan rolled his eyes, "I didn't expect our bunny to act like a bratty mess," he growled, watching his chin from being headbanged. 

Your breathing turned heavily from the struggle, "She took my fucking toy from my box. What if she used it?" you pointed out, swallowing back tears as your anger built. Changbin crossed his arms, "I gave her permission. I can't see what the big deal is?" he said, nonchalantly. Your blood ran cold, and a shudder ran down your spine, "What?" you whispered, eyes widening. Changbin furrowed his eyebrows, "It's just a toy, what's wrong with sharing?" he asked, leaning back as if this whole debacle was just a nuisance.

You laughed, biting back the tears threatening to spill, "Are you hearing yourself?" you questioned. Changbin frowned, "She asked all of us for permission and we allowed it," he admitted, raising his voice. Your body didn't even react fast enough to flinch, it felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over your head without a warning. You forced your head up looking at Chan, "Bin's lying right, Chris? " you asked, lips etched in a smile.

Chan turned his head, grip loosening. You choked up a laugh, "Really, Chan?" you asked, voice cracking when you said his name. Chan bit his bottom lip, realizing what he just confessed to. Tears split down your cheeks, "You, you, yo- I trusted you. I trusted you the most and this is what you do to me? " you giggled in disbelief. Hyunjin scoffed, "Why are you making a fuss out of it?" he asked, looking at his phone. You clenched your jaw, "Hygiene, boundaries, trust and you neglected them all. Plus, it's my self-purchased items, in a box that has my fucking name, Hwang. Use your brain for once," you hissed, pointing out the obvious.

Seungmin wanted to retort, but you jumped in saying "Shut the fuck up, Kim. You know I'm right," you glared, making him bite his tongue in response. Chan felt his breath get knocked out of him when you pushed him off, keeping your back to the wall "Stay back! " you yelled, snatching your plush. Felix reached his hand towards you but you instinctively flinched, shrinking back. His eyes widened, retracting his hand "Angel," he croaked. 

Your brain ran on adrenaline, no longer feeling safe in the house you called home. "You know," you said, drawing their attention to you. "I always knew, I could never call you mine but I thought you respected me enough to at least not pull something as stupid like this," you said, showing the last view of vulnerability you were willing to display. With the chance of them being stunned by your words, you grab your backpack with minimal supplies and ran. 

Where to, you didn't know. The pavement slicked under the heavy rain, and your heart ached with twisted emotions. You were sure you looked insane from the watching eyes of the pedestrian but that didn't stop you. A familiar route guided you to a familiar door. You rang the bell, squatting down to catch your breath. The door swung open, "What are you doing here? You're soaked!" Hannah exclaimed.

You looked up, corners of your eyes and lips swollen red "Can we have a girl's night?" you asked, knees wobbling as you stood. Hannah's eyes widened, "Did you get mugged? Do I need to call my brother?" she asked, examining your body for injuries. Your lips wobbled, "Can I have a towel first please?" you joked, holding back your tears. She nodded, grabbing a warm towel "Now spill. I will not hesitate to beat someone up," she said, mocking a punch, drawing a giggle from you.

"Okay, okay. Listen well and listen good," you said, telling every drop of the scorching tea. Hannah looked at you in disbelief and disgust, "I don't even let people wear my clothes without permission, what the absolute fuck," she said, pushing her hair back. You nodded, "Right, and the fact that I don't personally know this chick they brought back," you pointed out. Hannah grimaced, "That makes it worse," she groaned, plopping back onto the sofa. 

You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck, "Yeah, but I do feel slightly guilty for my outburst. I said some things," you mumbled. Hannah scoffed, "Hey, no takebacks. Your feelings were valid," she reassured, patting your shoulder. You smiled weakly, "Do you mind if I stay at your place for a bit until I move my stuff back into my old apartment?" you asked, hanging your head. Hannah smiled, "Of course, I have a guest room for a reason," she said, standing up to stretch. Before you could say thank you, "Now, classic girl dinner with a movie marathon?" she proposed. You smiled back, "Definitely," you answered. 

[eddies-whoreee]

Forbidden Fruit

Bro I swear I had this on scheduled post. For the day it was supposed to be posted on. Come to fucking find out. I didn’t and it never got posted. But here it is the long awaited. I’m so pissed.

Summary: after a bad fight between Eddie and his wife. He stays the night at his best friend’s house. Instead of his best friend, Steve he’s greeted by Steve’s daughter who was away for college but is visiting. Feelings are confessed and things go further.

CW: cheating, daddy kink very small, dads best friend!eddie, age gap, , unprotected P in V, pet names, almost getting caught,Reader is over 18!!

You are pulled from your focus on the TV show you are currently watching with a hurried knock on the door. Your head snaps to the front door with a confused face. Your dad didn’t say he was expecting anyone. You get up fixing your ridden up shorts that seem to go higher with every step. You look into the peep hole and see a soaked Eddie Munson, one of your dads best friend. You immediately open up, “Mr.Munson? Oh my goodness are you okay? Come in” you say worriedly steeping out of the way. He chuckles lightly shaking his hair softly like a wet dog. Before stepping in, “I’m fine honey, where’s your dad?” He asks taking off his jacket which you set on the coat rack for him. “He’s on a work trip. He didn’t tell you?” you respond crossing your arms to mask your nipples peaking through your thin material shirt. “I actually didn’t call,my mistake. Is it okay if I crash here for tonight. Trouble at home” he says with a goofy smile. “Oh yeah, no problem it’s just our guest room is kinda a mess….” You trail off. “Oh that’s okay I can sleep on the couch, trust me I’ve slept on worse” he assures you. “Okay….” You speak looking him up and down admiring the way you could see through his white T-shirt that was soaked. “If that’s okay.” He says pulling out of your dark and twisted thought of him. “I’m sorry what? I was zoned out” you state, “can I get a change of clothes.” He smiles showing his pearly white. “Shit- sorry yeah I’ll go get some of my dads clothes. You want a shower?” You ask walking towards your dads room. “That’d be amazing” he says fidgeting with the chain on his jeans. So you grab him a change of clothes from your dads room. Grey sweatpants, white t-shirt, socks and underwear. As you hand him the folded clothes. “You got a hair tie bunny?” He asks. You take the scrunchie from your wrist and hand it to him. He smiles as a light blush runs to his face. “Thanks sweetheart.” He replies waking down the hall. You smile and walk back to the couch.

The tension was thick, you were in the kitchen keeping an eye on the boil pasta. Eddie was sitting on the couch hair still wet from the shower. And a beer. It took every fiber of your being to not walk in the living room to jump his bones. God, he was so hot. And not the young boy clean cut hot. The mature, rugged hot. It was 6:30 PM. No where near night and your dad was going to be gone for at least three days. So it was just you. You huffed setting a timer for 10 minutes and walked back in the living room. “Food should be done in 20 minutes” you state plopping down a little too close to Eddie. “I told you doll, you don’t have to make me dinner I’m fine with a cup of noodles” he says. “Non sense a hard working man like yourself deserves a meal. And you said you were having a bad day, the least I can do is make you a nice warm meal.” You tell him. “You sure know how to butter me up.” He states looking over at you, eyes trailing down your body. It was so wrong, the way he looked at you was wrong. His thoughts, were wrong. “Eddie?” You peep. God, the way you said his name. He was going to die with the boner he was growing. Especially in these grey sweatpants that hid absolutely nothing. “Can you touch me?” You ask playing with your hair giving him a innocent look. “Come again?” His eyes widen. You giggle, “touch me….” You trail off. He shocked and by shocked. He frozen in place, he’s looking at you. “Kiss me, play with each other” you continue. “Kiss? Play? Babydoll do you know what your asking for?” he coos tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You nod, “please” you squeak making Eddie’s ringed hands around your waist. He then pulled you onto his lap making you gasp at the sudden movement. “You’re a fucking vixen you know that? I’ve been dying to fuck you” he groans as you grind on his boner. “Mm, yeah? All I had to do was ask. Thought it would take a little more convincing. Since, you know..” you tell him holding up his hand with his wedding ring on. “Oh god don’t do that bunny. How was I supposed to resist you. Look at you, these shorts are basically panties and I can see your tits through your shirt.” He states. “Mr.Munson have you been obsessing over me this whole time” you say faux shock. “Oh shut up, and take your shirt off” he jokes. You giggle as you take your shirt off. Your tits spilling out making him suck in a breath. With that he stands up pick you up like it was nothing. You wrap you legs around his torso and arms around his neck. “Where are we going” you gasp. “I’m not gonna fuck you on a couch” he tells you walking up the stairs. “And they say chivalry is dead” you state. He chuckles, “you’re a fucking smart ass” he chuckles as he flings open the door of your bedroom. He takes a few steps before tossing you on the bed making you giggle as he climbs on top of you. He pulls you into a heated make out session. It wasn’t soft and slow, it was rough and fast and a little sloppy. But you two were in a rush okay? You both had been wanting his since forever. “God is this damn thing glued to you.” He grunts trying to undo the knot on your shorts. “Just-” as you were about to undo them he gets frustrated and just rips them off making you yelp and the feeling of sudden cool air hitting your soaked cunt. He tosses the torn material to the side. “Look at you, holy fuck, you are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen” he coos, you would feel awkward if you were naked and the other person was clothed but it was Eddie. If he told you the color purple was green you’d believe it. He pushed your legs to spread wider. “You’re fucking dripping baby? All this just f’me?” He asks running his thumb along your folds teasingly. “P-Please m-more” you whine bucking your hips slightly forward. “Aww, it’s okay, gonna give you what you want” he states taking off his shirt, his inked torso and arms. Made your cunt throb, along with his toned muscles. Next is his sweatpants, he slides them down his just till mid thigh. His cock bulging through his boxers. You audibly gasp once he takes his cock out. A smug smirk ran across his face.

“Like what you see?” He teases, your face blushes redder as if possible. “You’re so big” you peep eyes glued to his dick. “You can take it. Right? You’re a good girl, you can do it” the last part coming out in a mumble as he aligns himself with your entrance. He throws his head back at the feeling of your arousal coating the tip of his cock, that leaked with precum. “Ya ready bunny?” He asks, you nod eagerly muttering little pleas. With that he slams into you, all of him filling you up at once. Stretching you out, hitting your pelvis with one thrust. “Fuck! Thankyouthankyouthankyou” you yelp bakc arched and head thrown back. “That’s it, holy fuck, you’re so tight.” He says pounding into you. He pulls you up so both of your chests are touching. Your tits rubbing against his chest. You wrap your hands around his chest clawing at his back. “Fucking hell, it’s like this pretty pussy was made for me” he grunts pounding into you at a relentless pace. “Mmmm, please! Oh! F-fuck” you squeal overcome with pleasure. The feeling of being stretched to the brink. It made your eyes water with every thrust. It sounded like a wild animal fight. The wolf finally catching the bunny. Your moans and groans mixed together. You mind filled, with Eddie, Mr.Munson. “Feel good bunny?” He coos, knowing by the way you were basically yelling incoherently rambles. You nod vigorously, not able to form any words. In swift motion he has you back to straddling him. He takes your face in one of his hands keeping the other one wrapped around your waist. “Use your words, m’kay?” He states squishing your cheeks together. As your eyes focus back on his, “m’kay!” You squeak. “I asked you a question” he says. As he brings his hand down to your clit rubbing it slow and agonizing.

“Oh! I-I can’t r-rememberrrr” you whine rolling your hips forward. “Hm.. I asked if it felt good?” He asks starting his thrust back up not as fast and harsh but a nice pace. “Fuck! Yes! Feels amazing” you whimper. “Yeah? Want me to go faster?” He teases speeding up the assault to your clit. “Yes!” You yelp. His pace is now brutal, “m’gonnna cum, p-please” you whine. “I’m close too bunny. Gonna cum s’deep in you, have me leaking out till tomorrow” he groans his cock twitching inside you. You felt the knot in your stomach snap. You see stars and feel pure euphoria. As your orgasm rocked through you Eddie’s also washes over him at the same time. You two throw your heads back in sync. “Fuck!mmmm daddy fuck!” You cry head fuzzy. “Ss-s-so good. Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” He whimpers digging his head into the crook of your neck. “Daddy?huh?” He teases a smirk creeping on his face. “Shut up” you say breathlessly. Your chests heaving and heavy breathing was interrupted by a voice booming through the house. “Hellooo is anyone home? Y/n?” Your dad calls out from the living room. “Fuck! He’s was supposed to be gone” you whisper-yell. “Get in bed and act asleep. I’ll say I took you to bed since you fell asleep on the couch.” He says while you lift off of him. His cum spilling out of you. You scurry to the bed and cover up fully. Eddie hurriedly gets up and fixes clothes and his hair. You close your eyes and act asleep. While he just stands there. “Eddie cover that stain on the bed with my jacket. It’s on the dresser” you tell him eyes still shut. He nods doing exactly that.

He walks out your room as Steve was heading up the stairs. Steve stops midstep. “Eddie? I didn’t know you were here” he says taking a bite of his apple. “Yeah.. trouble with Kat, so I came here. Y/n let me in” Eddie says walking to Steve. “Oh, okay. Do you know where she is?” He asks taking another bite. “She’s asleep in her room. Guess she was tired she fell asleep on the couch.” Eddie shrugs scratching his neck. “She said you were on a business trip” Eddie says. “Got off yesterday, stayed today to rest and now I’m back it was supposed to be all week but it got rescheduled. I actually have a date tonight I just came home to shower and change into my going out suits.” Steve tells Eddie with a small nudge and a smirk. Eddie lets out a chuckle and nods. “Ill be back tomorrow morning or so.” Steve states. Walking up the stairs. Eddie huffs walking into the living room to sit and think about what just happened. Did he just fuck his best friends daughter. Yes. Yes he did.

About and half an hour later Steve leaves saying goodbye to Eddie. Once eddie is sure Steve left he has to come back to you. He walks in your room and you actually fell asleep. He shakes you lightly. You flutter you eyes awake and immediately smile seeing him. You snuggle into his chest. “You okay? Baby? You did so good for me” he tells you giving your forehead a kiss. “M’all good. But I can tell I will be sore for the next couple of days” you reply. “I’ll give you a massage.” He states. “Yesss please you say laying on your back.

And with that he was giving you a massage. “So…when you said daddy” he jokes making you groan.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

For my sugar baby!ransom peeps:

Big Bills Get My Attention

Warnings: ass/anal play (eating), teasing, dirty talk, power exchange dynamic, sugar relationship, slight degradation, ransom in a thong, semi risky/public setting, keeping the boss busy while on a conference call, no editing

A/N: credit to @howdoyousleep3 (edit bestie I can't recall why I've credited you but honestly, it's deserved.)

The message from an hour ago burns in his thoughts as he showers.

My office, 7:30. Wear the blue if you wanna earn that ski trip.

The blue one. Shit. What are you going to do to him? His cock chubs up even as he thoroughly cleans up after his intense work out of the club. Ransom ignores it. Focus is key if he is going to make it to your office in time.

If you were planning to work so late that he had to go to your office for this, it meant you were stressed. It meant being on his best fucking behaviour because you always knew, by some fucking bullshit, if he took the edge off before seeing you. He wanted the night to end with him cumming across your desk, or god with his cum ruining your trousers.

You've ruined his slacks enough time, maybe tonight he'll finally get to return the favour.

He finishes up quickly, goes through his standard skincare routine even though he will have to do it again after your session, and gets dressed. The blue thong is snug against his crotch and he swears to himself the entire drive into the city that he only fucking wears them because it makes you more generous. It has nothing to do with how the string splits his ass cheeks right in two, the tantalising feeling that has him shifting in the seat of his beemer.

He parks in the garage under the building and pulls his security card from the glove box. The security guard nods at him as he swipes through, and he swipes it again in the lift to get to your floor. The lights are dimmed and your assistant has already gone home as well. You prepared for this session as well then.

The door to your office is open. Ransom takes a steadying breath. Ski trip, long weekend with the boys, fucking some snow bunnies. He focuses on the important things as he steps into your room.

But the air is knocked out of his lungs anyway.

You sit behind your desk, jacket off and the buttons of shirt undone to the centre of your chest. It shouldn't be so fucking hot to see you like this. You look like a regular person, but the power you possess goes right to his cock anyway.

"Strip." You don't even look at him when you bark the command. "You're 10 minutes late, Hugh."

Fucking traffic. He busted his balls to get over here. Ransom removes all his clothes except the thong while you clear a space on your desk. When you finally look at him you give him an appraising look, one that doesn't give away if you're pleased with how he looks. His chest tightens when you raise an eyebrow at him.

"What do you say?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Good boy," you hum. "Now get that pretty body over here. Want to look at your ass while I have listen to this fucking board meeting."

Thank fuck. Ransom walks over to your desk and grab hold of his hips. Your fingers dig into the meat of him, forcing him to bite his tongue to stay quiet. The inspection of him continues, your eyes assessing quickly, your hand moving to cup his bulge through the lacy material of his panties. The longer this goes on, the more his cock chubs up. You kiss it before turning in around and bending him over your desk.

With his ass directly in your face, he is goddamn happy he started taking waxing seriously. The feel of your hand running over his smooth skin sends pleasure up his spine and straight back to his cock. Your desk is cold on his skin as he settles in.

"Don't make a sound," you say before the familiar chatter of the video call comes on.

Ransom settles in, crossing his arms under his head. He's not concerned about being seen, your camera is off the moment you say your greetings. Voices drone on, discussing shit that maybe he should care about if he took his fake contractor role seriously, but he doesn't.

They don't pay his bills. They don't give him black cards to private clubs or make sure he gets tables at restaurants, you do. So he focuses on the tease of your hand. The way your fingers scrape across his low back, your thumb rubbing circles into his ass cheek. He sighs, if this is all it takes to get a ski trip paid, for he could die a happy man.

It's only when your mouth touches his skin that makes any complaint.

"Jesus," he hisses.

The hard pinch on his ass is the only warning he gets before you are speaking again to the directors. You say something about moving some shit to next quarter, then your mouth is back on him.

You place open mouth kisses on his ass while your fingers tug at the string of his thong. He clenches his fists at the tension, fighting the urge to squirm. It's not uncomfortable, but the tug against his half hard cock makes him want more.

And you have always been so good about giving what he needs, more than what he wants.

Your tongue slides from his half exposed sac to his hole and Ransom nearly comes off the desk. Both of your hands move to his ass cheeks and press him wide open.

"Stay quiet and be a good little slut for me, Hugh. Let daddy treat this hole right."

Oh fuck he hopes you muted your mic. He hopes you don't stop either. Your tongue laps at his hole over and over again, your spit dribbling down to his balls. His cock is fully hard and furious it isn't getting attention. Ransom rolls his hips experimentally, just to see what you'll do.

"No," you pull away and he thinks he's fucked it. "Send Johnson to me if he keeps saying stupid shit."

When your mouth returns to his asshole, you push his hips down into the desk, adding pressure to his cock. He doesn't fight the instinct. Ransom humps your desk like the slut you want him to be while you make a mess of his hole. His breath comes out faster and faster, higher too as he tries to keep his noises to a minimum.

God does he want to fucking cum though. He needs it. His balls draw up and his spine tingles. Your tongue pushes into the ring of his ass and stars fucking burst behind his eye lids. His hips stutter as he loses himself to his climax, to the mess he is leaving on your desk.

The euphoria washing over him keeps going, you keep going, until his hole is too sensitive. His cum cools against his skin, the lace sticking to his cock, but you don't stop.

"Daddy," he whines as softly as he can.

You fucking slurp at his ass in response. It's only when he is panting and his cock is valiantly trying to get hard again that you pull away. Your fingers clench around his ass cheeks and he whimpers.

"I know, pretty boy, you stay quiet. Let me have this peach until the meeting's done. Then Daddy'll give you a proper good bye before your trip."

[finalgirlfae]

girls got rhythm, randall “pink” floyd

summary: y/n gets a little too tipsy at a party and randall takes care of her

pairings: randall “pink” floyd x f!reader

genre: fluff

note: this might be a little inaccurate because i’m not a drinker i’m a stoner🫠

music blasted through the speakers of the house as you danced with a red cup full of beer in your hand. it was one of those better summer nights, not too hot and not too cold. it was the perfect amount of warm with a cool breeze overhead.

“having fun?” jodi asked, laughing at the way you danced when you were drunk. you looked like one of those babies who just learned to walk, stumbling around and tripping over yourself a little. this was truly one of the better nights, no more stressors of school and exams. just partying and being with your friends.

you gave no verbal response, just a big smile paired with you tossing your hands in the air. since your cup was full of budweiser the action caused the beer to splash, falling on you and jodi.

“you bitch!” jodi laughed and playfully smacked your arm, she wiped the spilled beer off her face. “i’m gonna go find darla,” jodi began to leave but turned back around and took the cup from you. “and no more drinking for you.” she teased, pointing a finger in your face.

you puffed at her, dramatically crossing your arms over your chest. “you’re not the boss of me.”

she placed her hands on her hips, matching your energy with a smile before walking closer to you. “no but i’m your best friend. same difference.”

you turned away from her, “whatever.” jodi laughed as she watched you stumble away, nearly tripping over your brown wedged heels. they went great with the high waisted denim bell bottoms and dark purple halter top.

you walked around the party, passing through sweaty bodies and clouds of smoke before reaching the other end of the house and finding the man you were looking for. slater.

“slater!” you cheesed, dragging out the last syllable of his name. he smiled at you, obviously high off his ass right now. “y/n, what’s up man?”

you turned to make sure jodi wasn’t behind you before turning back to slater and whispering, “you got a joint on you, man?”

“man you know i do.” he giggled, digging in his pocket before pulling out a pre roll. “$15 bucks.”

you raised a brow at him. “15 bucks? man the only reason you’re at this party and not home studying for summer school is because i helped you cheat in bio.”

he rolled his eyes. “fine. 5.”

you smiled and pulled a 5 dollar bill from inside your shirt. he cringed at the bill as you placed it in his hand. “really? boob money?”

“mhm.” you snatched the joint from him. “closest you’ll ever get to the twins.” you spoke, squishing your boob as a joke before backing up into the crowd again. on the other side of the house in the kitchen pink was leaned against the counter, listening to o’bannion rave to the guys about the hookup he allegedly had with some college girl.

“i’m telling you man, she was spinning on my shit.” o’bannion raved, getting overly excited about the memory. pink only shook his head, taking a sip of his cup full of ginger ale. he was a designated driver tonight, so it was no drinking or smoking for him.

“she was bouncing on my shit like a god damn bunny rabbit. i swear to you man those delaware chicks are wild.” benny sipped his beer and patted o’babnion on the shoulder. “yeah buddy, sure you did.”

“i’m telling the truth!” he was starting to get riled up again. “pink,”

“huh?” pink looked up from his cup, staring at his friends. it’s not that he didn’t wanna be here, but it’s just that he’d rather spend his time with his girlfriend instead of sitting around listening to the guys rave about how many girls they fucked this year. the only reason he came to the party was to see you, you had been hanging with the girls for the last few days and didn’t really get a chance to see each other.

“what do you think, man? they think i’m lying.” o’bannion was clearly already drunk, pink could tell by the hiccups in his voice. he humored his friend, patting him on the shoulder

“you want my honest opinion?”

“uh huh.”

pink shrugged. “i think you’re a pig.”

the group laughed and pink smiled a bit, sipping his soda.

“you only say that cause you don’t like to kiss and tell.” o’bannion put the cup down and pointed a finger in his face. he walked over to pink, tripping over his own feet in the process and falling into the counter. “if i was with a girl like y/n you’d never hear the end of it.” he hiccuped at the end of the sentence.

“okay!” donny spoke, gripping o’bannion’s shoulder and pulling him away. “let’s stop talking crazy before randall breaks your face.” donny pulled the drunken boy out of the kitchen and maybe outside to sober him up a little. it was bad to let o’bannion run around unfiltered and full of alcohol, who knows what’d he’d say?

“randy!” it was dawson’s voice called out to pink, he was peeking his head through the door frame of the kitchen.

“what?”

dawson motioned quickly with his hand, calling pink over to him. “you gotta see what y/n is doing right now man. she’s dancing with darla.”

“oh shit,” pink grumbled. he put down the cup and quickly followed dawson out the kitchen and to the dining room of the house where the music got louder.

i been around the world

i’ve seen a million girls

ain’t none of them got

what my lady got

you were stood on top a table with darla, both of you shaking your hips and attracting even more of a crowd. people stood around the table, calling and cheering the both of you on.

pink liked to call you and darla the evil twins because every time you two were paired together with music and substances, nothing good was to come of it.

she stealin the spotlight

knocks me off my feet

she’s enough to start a landslide

just walkin’ down the street

he pushed through the crowd until he was at the table. pink stood next to jodi who had her arms crossed and an amused look on her face as she watched you and darla dance.

“and you just let this happen?” pink spoke above the music, crossing his arms and not pulling his eyes off the way your body moved.

jodi shrugged. “you know you can’t stop y/n when she parties. look at her.”

pink and jodi both tilted their heads, looking at the way you pressed your back to darla and how the girl began to grind against you.

wearin dresses so tight

and lookin like dynamite

about to blow me away

“i’m not gonna lie, i’m actually a little jealous right now.” pink spoke to jodi making her laugh. darla had a firm grip of your hips and definitely wasn’t letting go any time soon. she turned both of you, making you face pink as her arms slid around your waist and rocked you to the music. she smiled at your boyfriend, sticking her tongue out and continuing to dance.

no doubt about it

can’t live without it

that girl’s got rhythm

“yeah,” pink spoke, watching how the both of you moved. “enough of that.”

jodi laughed as pink moved closer to the table, wrapping strong arms around your legs and lifting you up. you screamed a little as you were thrown over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and carried out of the living room.

pink walked back to the kitchen and sat you in the counter, looking at how your face pouted. “you are such a party pooper randall floyd!” you slurred, leaning back and hitting your head on the cabinet. you groaned in pain. “ow.”

“how many drinks have you had tonight?” pink stood in between your legs, looking at you closely and running his hands over your thighs. he put a hand up to the back of your head, massaging it gently.

you titled your head at him, ignoring the question completely. “you’re so pretty.”

your boyfriend smiled at you and laughed before digging in his pocket for the car keys. “yeah, i’m taking you home.”

“noo!” you whined out, gripping his arm. “i wanna stay and dance.”

“you are way too fucked up to be here right now. you smell like a dispensary too.” he spoke, commenting on the heavy weed smell from the joint you had smoked earlier.

“i haven’t even smoked tonight.” you lied, rubbing his arm gently. pink looked down at your manicured fingers and how they traced over his muscles. he gripped your hand, stopping you from feeling up his arms. “nice try, you can’t flirt your way out of this.”

“noo let me stay. i promise, ‘m good.”

pink thought about it for a second. “alright. if you can walk in a straight line back to the living room i’ll let you stay.”

you smiled deeply at pink. “observe.” you spoke in an overly cocky tone, sliding off the counter top to stand. you stumbled a bit, the room was spinning in about three different directions and right now to were regretting the shots you took with darla before your impromptu table dance.

you turned your head to pink and he gave you an amused look, motioning with his hands for you to go on. you turned back and took a deep breath.

just walking in a straight line, i can do it

you couldn’t even take a full step before you came crashing to the floor. luckily your boyfriend had fast reflexes and was able to hook your waist with his arm, tugging you into his chest before you fell down.

pink kissed the side of your head before whispering in a teasing tone, “you’re smashed.”

you didn’t respond, much too embarrassed to justify yourself to him right now. pink put your arm over his shoulder and kept his arm around your waist as he began to walk you out of the house. when you reached the front lawn you got away from him stumbling around a few before falling on to the grass.

pink sighed. “you plan on getting up?”

“it’s so comfy.” you muttered, rolling over on to your back. the cool grass was a nice feeling in your drunken state, it felt good against your skin.

“i’m sure it is.” pink spoke, getting in his knees and pulling you to sit up. “but you know what’s he even more comfortable? your bed.”

your eyes widened at his statement. “that’s so true!”

he couldn’t help but laugh at you, pulling you up to stand and practically dragging you to his car.

“you really are so beautiful, you know?” you smiled, looking at pink as he unlocked the car door. pink smiled back at you, “thank you. you are also very beautiful.”

he opened the door to the backseat and helped you in, reaching over and clicking your seatbelt for you. he was so close and was making you feel so strange and it didn’t help that he smelt like heaven.

“do you have a girlfriend?” you asked making him turn his head. pink’s confusion turned to laughter.

“yes, as matter of fact i do.”

“fuck.” you tossed your head back, “she’s so lucky.”

pink sighed. “y/n, you are my girlfriend.”

you snapped your head up at turned to him. “i am? aww that’s so sweet!” you smiled, cupping his face and bringing him in for a kiss. he could taste the alcohol on your lips and normally he wouldn’t like that, but it was you so he couldn’t resist kissing back. you pulled away from the kiss after a few seconds, “i love you.”

he gave you his full smile. “i love you more.”

pink cupped your face, “okay, let’s get you home.”

“so we can fuck?”

he sighed and and pinched your cheeks before letting go of your face. he decided to humor you. “yeah, as soon as you sober up i’ll show you a good time but for now let’s focus on getting you in bed- to sleep.” he closed the back door, sitting in the driver’s seat and turning on the child lock. he wasn’t taking any chances with your safety.

“why not now?” you whined, slouching forward and pressing your face to the back of the drivers seat. the leather was cool against your face. pink backed out of the driveway and pulled on to the main road as you sat up straight.

“because you’re drunk. that’s why.”

you were silent after that, leaning back fully into the seat and looking at the cars and houses he drive past on the main roads.

he checked on you through the rear view mirror numerous times through the the drive, just making sure you were good and weren’t like- choking on your own vomit or something.

when pink pulled on to your block he drove cautiously, saying a silent prayer that your parents weren’t home.

he parked in front of your house and pulled the keys out of the ignition, silently thanking god that your parents were away.

pink opened the back car door, taking off your seatbelt and picking you up. you grumbled incoherent nonsense and he walked up the front door, using the house key in the lamp to open it and pull you upstairs to your room.

pink sat you on the bed and immediately you flopped over on your side. the room was still spinning and the weed mixed with the alcohol made you feel like you had no gravity pulling you down the earth. right now you were simply floating in the stratosphere. pink laughed a little and pulled you to sit up.

“what do you wanna wear?” he asked as he took off your shoes for you. he began to look through your dressers for cloths after that.

“i really want doritos…”

pink sighed. “as soon as we get you changed and in bed you can have all the doritos you want, sweetie.”

he pulled out one of his old jerseys from your dresser and smiled, it was all the way from sophomore year.

“you kept this?” pink asked, walking over to you with a smile. you looked at the jersey and nodded.

“yeah, it’s comfy.” you flipped over again causing him to sigh. pink moved his hands to your pants, unzipping your jeans and pulling them off before helping you put on some shorts. after your pants were changed he removed all your bracelets, necklaces and rings. he left the room for a second before coming back some makeup wipes and a brown wash cloth.

you laid there, watching and letting him take care of you. when he finished changing your clothes he removed your makeup and then pressed a cold wash cloth on to your forehead.

“do you think you’re gonna throw up tonight?”

you only nodded a bit, sitting up and using what ever strength you had left to stand. again, the room spun and you fell back. pink gently grabbed you, sitting you back down on the bed. “woahh, take it easy babe.” he grabbed the wash cloth and pressed it all over your face. “what do you need? i’ll get it for you. just stay here.”

“water please.”

pink nodded and kissed your head, tucking your body under the covers and leaving you in the room for a minute.

he came back with a glass of water, a bag of doritos and a bucket in case you puked during the night.

pink began to walk towards the door but immediately stopped when he heard your voice call out. “you’re leaving?” there was a slight hint of sadness in your tone that made his heart soften.

“no, baby. i’m not leaving. i just gotta go grab some clothes from the car and i’ll be back.”

you nodded and laid down. as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. when pink came back into your bedroom, he was careful to be quiet and not wake you. the boy had changed into a black shirt and some flannels to sleep it. he turned off the light, walking over to the bed and slipping in with you.

even in your sleepy state, you felt his body press against yours and his arms wrap around you. soft kisses where placed on the side of your face until both of you fell asleep.

[confiscatedpeaches]

can i request william brat taming reader?? afab plss and i LOVE your writing!! tysm!!

ofc!! thank you so much for the complement! I love the thought of William brat taming, I bet he'd be really good at it. (Also this lowkey turned into a really long fic lmao so I AM going to write a part 2 tomorrow aaaah)

Minors DNI, TW: bdsm dom/sub bratty!reader, reader is wearing a collar, use of restraints

Afton comes home from work and it has NOT been a good day.

You knew the signs; the sound of his car door slamming, his shoes practically stomping onto the pavement below, and swearing as he fumbled for his keys. Today was not a good day at work for Mr. Afton. He was positively furious about something, and you knew he was going to take all of his frustration out on you. Of all the days you could have chosen to be a brat, this should not have been one of them.

You look into the living room and find him pacing furiously, muttering something to himself about "Henry" and "those god-damned parents". Noticing you out of the corner of his eye, he turns to look at you.

"You. Come over here right now."

You fold your arms. Why should you come over, when it's so adorable to watch him pace his way into a hole in the rug? Absolutely not. Part of you loved when he was like this, the angrier he got, the more fun he would have with you later.

"Awe my little whore thinks she's in charge. Get over here, now."

You should have listened. Really, you should have. But you just couldn't help your bratty ass now could you. Instead, you decide to commit the worst sin according to your Mr. Afton, you stick out your tongue.

He scoffed, his face getting redder. His head cocked to the side.

"You're feeling brave today aren't you love? Keep it up and see what happens."

God, you loved how his accent became thicker with rage. Sometimes you could barely understand the man. Watching him unravel into a mess of words and animalistic sounds drove you absolutely mad. Seeing him lose himself in you was such a thrill. You really, really should give in now, before this became much worse.

"Oh? What are you gonna do to me Mr. Afton? Are you gonna punish me?" You mocked.

He scowled and crossed his arms. You could practically see steam rising from out his ears.

"Yes, I am actually. Now get over here and let me spank you for being such a naughty little bunny."

Even after he raised his voice, you continue to refuse.

"Do I have to come and get you myself darling?"

A grin spread across your face. Was he challenging you? Oh yes, he was definitely challenging you. You were going to make him work for this. Excitement bubbles within you.

"I'd love to see you try, catch me if you can!"

You dash down the corridor and turn down one of the side halls. You hear a very loud British man begin raving and screaming behind you

"Oh you little---!

Laughter fills your ears. Your laughter, of course, but also Will's. He was laughing manically. It dawns on you that you have fucked up, big time. It was one thing for him to simply get mad and dominate you, but for him to start laughing? That's when you knew he had something truly terrible planned for you. You had to hide and wait for him to calm down, asap.

His footsteps were getting louder, closer. Turning down yet another corridor (his house is weirdly arranged, and you often find yourself lost in it), you flick on the lights and run into the basement. He has so much junk in there, there is no way he'd be able to find you if you tucked yourself away in there well enough.

Sitting in the back corner, you find the perfect place. You manage to hide yourself behind an animatronic you haven't seen him work on in ages. Holding your breath, you wait.

His footsteps stop at the top of the basement stairs. Shit, he must have seen you run into there. His ragged breath and laughter echo down the stairs, reverberating on the basement walls. He has really lost it this time.

Then, he does something unexpected. He takes a few steps down the stairs, before shutting the door behind him and flicking off the lights.

He has you trapped. You're so unfamiliar with the basement that there is no way you'd be able to navigate your way out of there without making a sound, or god forbid, bumping into him.

"Come out come out wherever you are." He sings.

Dear lord, he was feeling absolutely villainous. You knew he could be sadistic, but you've never seen him like this. You heard him shuffle, what could he be doing? Is he searching for you? Fear and arousal pool inside you.

"Aww come on little bunny, I thought you were being brave."

You could feel your heart beating in your ears. You didn't know how long you could hold or hide your breath, especially with how hot and bothered you were getting.

"Little bunny, where are you? I know you're in here. If you come out now I pinkie promise not to punish you.... too harshly."

That liar, you knew this was a fake-out. He isn't stupid enough to believe that would do the trick. You would wait him out, see who could last longer. A growing part of you wanted to submit, face the consequences, and end the torture early, but the rest of you was stubborn and wanted to see how far you could take this. You were already in deep shit, why not make it worse?

"Sweetheart... I can see you, you know."

What? There's no way, it's almost pitch black in here. Can this motherfucker see in the dark or something?!

"You're hiding behind that animatronic, I can see your feet. I can hear your breathing too love. Come out now, be a good girl."

Shit. He had you dead-to-rights. All of the stubbornness deflated out of you like a popped balloon. He won, you lost, and he knows it. You hate how wet this is making you. You wanted to win this time, but there's a reason he's the dom and you're the brat. He's just so much cleverer and smarter than you. You stood no real chance.

"Don't you want to be a good girl for Mr. Afton? Really now, I can see you curled up back there. Crawl out like the pathetic little loser you are. I'm not coming to get you this time."

The urge to submit builds within you. You know you shouldn't make this any worse for yourself. Reluctantly, you slide out from your secure hiding place. A light illuminates your figure. You see him sitting on the second to last step of the staircase, flashlight in hand.

"Ah, there you are. Come over here, now."

Before you can resist, you find yourself walking towards him. You were too tired to fight anymore.

"Good girl, now get on your knees."

You obey. His hand thrusts towards you and grabs you by your collar.

"Gotch'ya you little bitch! How dare you disrespect me?! You stupid little whore, there's at least a dozen animatronics down here, I just guessed you were hiding behind one! It's time to face the consequences doll."

(Part 2 coming tomorrow -- am too tired to write more tonight.)

[freedomfireflies]

i need to know their relationship process! how did they fall in love?? did they just accept the fact that they were married and went on with it? or did they have a plan to divorce?

“Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to suggest that maybe we don’t do this.”

“I…psh, no. I wasn’t…I wasn’t gonna…no—”

“Harry, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Well—” Harry’s hands raise in defense, eyebrows lifting. “You heard the lawyer. It’s technically a legal, binding contract and since we consummated the union—”

“Ew. Ew. Don't ever say that again—”

“We fucked like a couple of bunnies,” he corrects, offering a much too pleased smirk. “Which means we can’t annul the marriage and we’d have to get an actual divorce—”

“Still not seeing the problem—”

“—which is a lot of work, and money, and time.” 

You offer a pointed look from your side of the elevator. “Right and don’t you have…all the money? I’m sure Rebecca has contributed to at least half of your bank account with all the fucking ugly-ass merch she buys, so I know you can swing it—”

His eyes narrow as he snorts. “That’s not the point—”

“Okay, then what’s the point? Is your image too squeaky clean for a divorce?” Your tone is mocking but the longer he takes to answer, the harder the realization hits you. “Oh.”

“Listen, it’s not…it would just be a whole thing,” he sighs, pinching at his lids. “And it would just be another mess to clean up and it’s not like we don’t know each other—”

“We don’t know each other—”

“Well, we can learn.” His arms cross, expression hopeful. “Why don’t we just…give it a couple months, yeah? We don’t have to tell anyone, and we can just…get to know each other. See if maybe we were meant to find our way to that chapel—”

“We weren’t.”

“Well, you don’t know that—”

“No, I do. I would never marry a guy who likes Dancing Queen over Gimme, Gimme—”

“Okay, see, and that’s why our kids will have my music taste—”

“I’m sorry, our what—”

“Hey, listen, the men in my family have incredibly strong sperm, I’m just saying it’s a possibility—”

“Oh my God, stop talking. Stop talking right now. Please—”

“Fine, they can have your tone-deaf taste—”

“Harry, I swear to God, I’ll shove you out the fucking window right now. I’ll widow myself if that’s what it takes—”

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think—”

“I think shoving you would be a lot kinder than what I initially had in mind.”

His brow raises, the smug smile slipping back into place. “Oh?”

“Ew, not like that—”

“Sorry, just…going off last night. Didn’t peg you as the type to have a blood kink, but—”

“Yeah? So? You’re the masochist who enjoys being called my sweet boy—”

“Hey, sometimes guys wanna be taken care of too, you know—”

“I…okay, that’s fair—”

“Yeah, see? Exactly.”

The elevator continues to move down the many floors of the near skyscraper they call an office building. After finally coming to terms with your mistake this morning, Harry had called his manager, who immediately found the best lawyer money could buy.

Suffice to say the appointment didn’t go well.

And while you’re a tad disappointed to be leaving still married to number four on your If I Had To Fuck A One Direction Member, Who Would It Be list, you can’t deny that things truly could be worse.

You might not remember every detail, but you do remember having at least a little bit of fun. 

Especially last night.

Especially.

You can tell he’s beginning to recall the same image, his eyes lowering as he braces his hands against the elevator railing.

The tension is palpable, the air thick with unspoken promises and mutual longing.

You remember running your fingers through his curls, tugging his head back as you squeezed his throat. Until he offered that damn smirk of his. Until he was begging you to kiss him.

Needy little thing.

“Don’t.” His voice, gravely and coarse speaks up from a few feet away, and your eyes flick to his.

“Don’t what?”

His head cocks to the side. “Don’t fucking look at me like that.”

“Like what?” You teasingly bat your lashes, pulling your lip between your teeth before leaning back against the railing as well.

“Don’t,” he repeats, and you can physically see his resolve beginning to crumble with every moment that passes.

“Why?” You drop the rhythm of your voice to a sensual purr. “Aren’t you my sweet boy?”

He makes a noise deep in the back of his throat before pushing off the elevator wall to stride toward you.

His hands cement themselves to the wall beside your head as he leans down, dangerously close to your self-control.

“Don’t,” he says now for the third time. “Because if you start this game, I’ll have to finish it.”

You straighten up, nothing if not a fair player, eyeing him closely. “Oh, that’s cute you think you can.”

A scoff, a playful smile on his lips. “Don’t test me, princess.”

“It’s Daddy…” you correct within an instant, dipping a bit closer. “…to you.”

A moment of silence. A pause in your determination that’s met with the sound of his palm reaching out to smack the emergency power button, bringing the ride to a quick and sudden halt.

“All right, Daddy,” he murmurs, lips ghosting yours. “But let’s just be clear…just because you’re my wife doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you like a whore.”

“Yeah?” You can’t resist the smug grin as you stretch yourself to your tiptoes to ghost your lips over his. 

You hear his breath hitch. Watch the way his eyes flutter shut at the mere promise of your touch.

“Prove it.”

I couldn't help it, I hope whoever asked for the original doesn't mind hehe

So there's at least what their morning looked like!

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