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suicidalslasher · 4 years

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𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠 ➤ 𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙. & 𝑠𝑡𝑢 𝑚.

In which the reader comes home, completely broken-hearted and her two friends, Stu Macher and Billy Loomis, come in to put a smile on her face and show her how much they love her.

WARNINGS: This is a smut but not well written, lol. It’s mainly just oral, both receiving and giving. (male and female.) Also, if you squeeze your eyes really tight, you may get a glimpse of slight foreshadowing in which Billy and Stu killed the guy that broke the reader’s heart but blink and you might miss it. Anyways. Enjoy.

(Y/N) lied upon a soft feather mattress, cocooning herself in the silk sheets. A sad sigh surpassing her lips as the realization settles in, hitting her like a ton of bricks, like a cold bucket of water was thrown on her. She's alone. The room feels empty. Wait, no, scratch that.

It is empty. It's dark and cold and lonesome. As many blankets that surround her and although she has many draped around her body, her skin still somehow prickles with goosebumps and she's shivering.

Though, she knows it's not because she's cold. She isn't shaking because of that. Not really. Before she could stop herself, her eyes start to glisten with tears, the corner of her eyes pooling with water and slowly but surely, they slide down her skin, wetting her cheeks. Goddammit. God fucking dammit, she thinks, reaching over and grabbing the duvet comforter, she slides it over her head. Broken, silent sobs then proceed to escape past her lips, although she oh so desperately tries to hold them back. She fails miserably. Then, out of nowhere, she hears a little knock, followed by another. Rolling over to lay on her stomach, (Y/N) buries her face into the nearest pillow, causing mascara tears to soak and stain the cushion as she continues to cry and sob. Before she realizes it or even can acknowledge it, the window to her bedroom is being pulled up and her friends, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, step inside her bedroom. "(Y/N)?" (Y/N) is quick to flip around upon hearing her name, her heart hammering wildly against her chest.

"S-Stu? Billy? What the Hell are you guys doing here?" She relaxes, having seen her friends standing by her bedroom window rather than the man everybody was fearing lately in Woodsboro.

A masked man with a dark cloak and a spine-chilling voice. She was lucky she hadn't heard what he sounded like, she had enough nightmares as is. It was hard to say whether or not it was a man behind the mask but regardless, whatever sex the person was, they were crazy, inside and out. End of story. (Y/N) makes a mental note, reminding herself to lock her window next time and to keep track of that before she gets comfortable and goes to bed. Especially with what was happening everywhere in Woodsboro. "We wanted to make sure you were okay." Billy said, walking over to the girl as he sat down next to her, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. Stu followed, nodding happily as he shows a few VHS tapes, gesturing them over to (Y/N).

"We brought movies to watch and snacks, too!" He exclaimed as he then pulled out a small plastic bag, dumping out the items onto her bed.

There was chips and candy and they were all her favorite flavors and brands, too. (Y/N) felt the tears pooling in the corner of her eyes again at the sweet gesture her friends were sharing with her. "Oh... c'mon, don't be such a cry baby." Stu snickered but he wrapped his arms around (Y/N) and pulled her into a side hug, Billy following right behind, hugging her from her right.

"We love you, we've got your back, always, okay?" "What Stu said. Besides, this world doesn’t deserve an angel like you, (Y/N).” "Mhm." Stu nodded. "I really liked him, that's all..... I should've known it was a set up to get back with his ex." (Y/N) said with a sniffle, running a hand over her face as she tries to rid herself of any left over makeup, especially getting rid of the mascara, although, if she were positive, that and her eyeliner were most likely now resting on the pillow she had cried into rather than on her face. "Well, he's a fucking idiot." Billy growled. "He doesn't see how perfect you are, (Y/N)." "Billy and I see that, though." Stu said, taking his hand off from her shoulder as he now rests his hand on her thigh, giving her a reassuring squeeze. It made (Y/N)'s breath hitch in her throat and she bites on her lower lip, nervously.

What were they doing....? She thinks. “We would do anything for you. Absolutely anything.” Billy said. "We'd do anything just to see you happy, just to see you smile..." Stu continued. "You deserve nothing but the best, deserve nothing but happiness." "So, please... (Y/N)... let us give you that. Let us show you how beautiful and loved you really are. We love you.... we love you so much-" "We love you so much we'd kill for you." Billy looks over at Stu, giving him a questioning glare and (Y/N) goes to ask what that stare meant but her words are loss and any train of thought she had left the building once she feels both hands of Billy and Stu's on her thighs.

One on her left, the other on her right. "So.... no movies then?" (Y/N) asked jokingly. Her heart, like earlier, was pounding so loud she swore both boys could hear it against her chest. Her body was trembling as it had done earlier but now, it wasn't from sadness or feeling broken but rather hot and bothered.

She did always have an attraction to Billy and Stu, she'd be a liar to say she didn't. "We can watch them later. Right now, we want to see those legs of yours sprawled out, give us a view of that pretty pussy." (Y/N) whined softly but she obeyed, and while she did, Billy grunted while Stu spoke softly, "Such a good girl for us. You're our good girl, aren't you, sweetheart?" (Y/N) nodded as she stretched her legs on either side of her. All she was wearing was a thin gown, one that matched her sheets, being the fact both were silk.

"Oh.... so pretty, so beautiful." Stu purred, licking his lips, his eyes growing darker while Billy's did the same. "Naughty though.... aren't you, baby? Not wearing any panties." Billy chuckled as he stood up, feet landing on the carpeted floor with a soft thud as he walks over to (Y/N), undoing his jeans and the belt that had been neatly placed in the hoops of the pants.

"Is it okay if you suck me off, darling? You want to be a good girl, don't you?" (Y/N) says nothing, she's unable to speak. It was as if a cat had captured her tongue and ran off with it, and she couldn't get it back from the creature. She feels paralyzed, too. Everything feels as if it's going by too fast.

What an odd day.... she thinks. She didn't expect this to happen, not now, not ever. But she wasn't angry at it or the outcome of tonight's misfortune. It was just crazy how fast the night changes. "Baby? I asked you a question... If you know what’s good for you, you better answer me.” "Y-yes." (Y/N) stammered, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. "I'd love to suck you off, please, may I?" "Oh!" Stu chirped, giggling as he shook his head from side to side, a wicked grin playing out across his lips. "She's got manners, fuck - we really found the perfect girl, haven't we, Billy?" "Mhm." Billy said, pressing his cock to her lips. "Open up, sweetie. Let's see how pretty you look with a mouth full of cock." While (Y/N) parts her lips open, and as Billy pushes himself in her wet and warm mouth, (Y/N) feels heat against her clit and before she can put two and two together, Stu's devouring her pussy with his tongue and she squeaks, bucking her hips up into his touch. "Fuck! She tastes incredible. Can't believe I haven't gotten to you sooner." Stu said before pressing his face back in between her thighs, licking and lapping her cunt with his tongue, making her tremble and shake.

(Also makes her almost choke and gag on Billy's cock as he presses his cock further down her throat.) Above, Billy nodded as he rocked his hips back and forth, eyes half-lidded, not quite shut but not all the way open either, as he grunts out an answer; "She's good with her mouth too, Stu." He said.

"Not sure I can last long, sweetheart..." He warned and right as the words slip from his lips, it didn't take less than a second until (Y/N)'s mouth is being filled with Billy's creamy, white load.

"Oh.... fuck!" He grunts, pulling back as he drops down next to her on the bed.

"Go on, baby. Cum for Stu. You wanna be good for him too, don't you? Go on and cum.... cum all over his tongue, beautiful. I'm sure he'll love the taste of your juices, exploding into his mouth." And fuckfuckfuck.....

FUCK~!!

"O-Oh!" (Y/N) mewls, bucking her hips into his mouth once more as the sweet release of her orgasm floods out of her and into Stu's mouth. Happily, Stu licks every drop up, pulling back with a very much pleased and satisficed smile.

"Both her and her pussy are so sweet." Stu complimented, now crawling up onto the bed and resting beside her, tucking his face into her neck as he presses a few ghostly kisses on her skin. "Love you."

"I love you, too."

"And what about me?" Billy said with a playful pout.

"I love you too, Billy Loomis." (Y/N) admitted, grinning as she scooted a few inches over, patting the empty spot next to her. "Sleep with us?"

Billy smiled in reply as he plopped down next to his now lovers, curling up in (Y/N)'s side and kissing the other side of her neck, the way Stu had done previously.

"I'll treat you to a good time too, tomorrow," (Y/N whispered, mainly to Stu but she turned and repeated the sentence to Billy as well. The boys look at each other with a smirk, giving one a knowingly glance before they turned back to (Y/N).

"Sounds like a plan, baby." The smile she wore across her lips falls into a frown and the boys are quick to sit up, having seen the smile turn upside down. "Baby, are you okay?" "Yeah." "Babe....don't you lie to us." "I'm not." She answers truthfully. "But.... this- I mean, us three, it's real, right?" She gestures in the air with a wave of her hand. "You won't play with my feelings and hurt me-" "Baby." Billy's voice is rough and cold, and his grip on her is far from affectionate and soft. "We'd kill for you, remember?" "We love you so much, (Y/N) you have no idea to what limits we'd go to prove that to you.” She didn't understand why the two kept repeating that very first sentence but she didn't question it, didn't think anything of it. She smiled and nodded, rubbing at her eyes now tiredly.

"I love you both, too. Now... before I get too tired, can we watch those movies you rented?" Billy laughed softly as Stu scrambled up and on his feet, grabbing the candy and the films that had fallen on the bed off of the floor and goes to set the VHS player up, clicking the TV on with a push of a button.

"You're gonna love these, (Y/N)! It's a new horror movie that came out!" "As long as it's not a slasher with a mask like the one that's hanging around in Woodsboro, I'm fine with anything. Whenever that monster goes away, I'll be fine and more than happy to watch slasher films again... just not now." She says with a laugh. "Don't worry, baby. With us around, you’ll be safe and sound. We’ll protect you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 3 years

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hi hello, I would like jun smut... The first time as a couple, just a bunch of cute stuff reassuring and sweetness, thank you!

You were stumbling on your feet, yours arms looped around Junhui's neck, as he pecks your lips, the both of you giggling, but your lips never leaving each other.

The back of his legs hit the bed and he falls flat on the soft mattress and you fall on top of him with a giggle. "You're so pretty, Y/N", Junhui smiles and pecks the top of your nose, his hands on your back, running them soothingly up and down. His hand lands on the exposed skin of your waist by mistake and you shudder under his touch.

"I-I'm sorry, honey, I-", you cut Junhui off with a kiss, but this time, it's a deep one, more passionate, an underlying desperation. "It's okay, Jun. I want it", you look at him with confidence and a cat-like grin spreads on his lips. He turns you around, now hovering above you, his arms caging your frame. "Are you sure, honey?", he asks you again, "Baby, I've never been more sure in my life before - I want you to be my first", you smile, biting your bottom lip.

"As you wish, honey", Junhui smirks and he carefully unbuttons your jeans, sliding them off effortlessly, peppering kisses along your inner thighs. You haphazardly take off your shirt and unclasp your bra, plump breasts bouncing slightly. "Someone's eager", Junhui chuckles, "Yes, now shut up and make me feel good", you pout and tug on his belt loops, signaling to take them off. He rises from between your legs, removing his clothes, revealing his wide shoulders, thin waist and muscular thighs. He dips down, his fingers tracing the lacey hem of your panties, slowly taking them off, kissing your hips. He slides them down your legs, but you instinctively close them shut.

"Baby?", "S-Sorry, out of habit...", you stutter. "Then I guess you should let me change that habit of yours, right, Y/N?", Junhui raises his eyebrow suggestively and parts your thighs, biting his lip at the sight of your glistening pussy. "God, and you wanted to hide this from me?", he asks and licks a wide stripe from your puckered hole and up to your clit, a wanton moan escaping your lips. "Baby, you're so wet I don't even need to prep you", he takes a few more kitten licks on your clit. "J-Junhui...", "I got you, honey", he gets up and presses a kiss on your collarbone. "Condom?", "Nightstand, bottom drawer", you whimper and he reaches for the drawer, fishing out a condom and ripping off the package, rolling it over his thick cock.

"I need you to relax now, Y/N, this might hurt a bit", Junhui coos, his hand resting on your cheek. "Don't worry Junnie, I trust you", you plant a kiss on his lips. He aligns himself with your entrance, slowly pushing inside you, the sudden stretch proving slightly painful, a strained whimper leaving your mouth. "A-Are you okay, baby?", Junhui asks you with a worried look. "Just...just give me a minute, baby", you reassure him.

You tap his arm, signalling him to start moving, nodding affirmatively. He slowly drags his cock out of you and pushing back at the same pace, the once painful sting morphing into a dull one, which was adding to the building pleasure. Your soft moans are music into Junhui's ears, yet he holds himself back from pounding you to oblivion. "Jun...Harder, please go harder", you squeeze his arm, "You're not going to break me".

A shaky moan is drawn from Junhui's lips, as he picks up the pace, his cock hitting all the right spots inside your pussy, moaning his name like a mantra. You rake your nails down his muscular back, his hips diving into yours as close as possible. "Junnie...I wanna cum", you whine, "Me too, honey, me too", he groans, wrapping one arm around your waist. He nearly growls as he stills himself inside you, his cock twitching inside the condom, filling it with his seed. You scream Junhui's name as you cum seconds later, your body convulsing from pleasure.

Junhui slips out of you, the sudden emptiness making you hiss, as he discards the soiled condom into the trash can. He jumps back onto the bed, giggling as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in a tight hug.

"Thank you, Junnie", you mutter right before falling asleep, your lips stretched in a smile. Junhui watches you with a content smile, pressing a kiss on the top of your head, affectionately petting your hair.

"Thank you for trusting me, Y/N".

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kkusuka · 4 years

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hiii I was wondering if you could do a threesome w kuroo bokuto and y/n?? plsss💞

i can actually, that’s the fun part.

(I'm going to try to use gender-neutral pronouns, but the reader has female anatomy, I hope that’s ok!)

I deadass just took this and ran with it oml.

All 18+, public sex, circumstantial humiliation, slight voyeurism, orgasm denial, threesome M/F/M, they’re both kind mean but not really, slight degrading

Synopsis: Your college chem class is kicking your ass so when your professor recommends you to Kuroo, who seems to come in a package deal with another owl-ish boy, you were more than thankful.

4/25

You couldn't believe it, you were so sure you had done well on this test. You made flashcards and even scoured the web for as many quizlets on the subject as you possibly could. But one thing remained the same: Masahiro sensei’s chemistry class was kicking your ass.

No matter how many times you looked at the reference tables and started at the elements you didn't understand a single word that came out of that man's mouth. What’s worse is that you seemed to be the only one who ever had trouble in his class, and he always made sure to let you know.

Side glances during lectures, calling you out when he knows you have no clue what the answer could be, talking about how 'some people’ would do better if they tried harder. You just didn't know what else to do.

So, in some twisted way, you were thankful when he requested to keep you a few minutes after class requesting to talk about some personal issues. Issues you wished would include a new grade and easier tests.

But him telling you about a boy with exceptional grades who would be a perfect fit to help you out, was something you had expected, but did not want. You felt more embarrassed than you already were, couldn't he just give you a website where you could watch videos about ionic and binary compounds?

Looking back to the phone number he had written for you on an index card, you relent. Sending a quick message to the number you shut your phone off and tried to get to your dorm, dropping onto your bed faster than you’d like to admit.

Hey, this is y/n l/n, Masahiro-sensei gave me your number for possible tutoring, if you're up for it of course. Any time for me works. 12:56 pm

Yeah, he let me know about a possible tutoring session, how about the library tomorrow at 4? 1:03 pm

I'm Kuroo Tetsurou btw. 1:07 pm

And like that your day got 10x worse, you don't even know who this way. You at least hoped it was the boy with the fluffy hair in the first row. At least Masahio told him, you assume it may have gone worse, tomorrow at the library at 4.

You could deal with that.

Your first meeting had gone fairly well. You arrived that the library entrance five minutes early reaching for your phone to let the mysterious Kuroo Tetsurou know that you had arrived, but before you could get that far-

“No need babe, I'm right here, L/n right?”

He was tall, taller than you at least. Tall enough to be able to lock down at you. Looking at you with his narrow hazel eyes and his sleazy yet comforting cat-like smile. His hands were shoved into the pockets of a bright red- volleyball jacket? Nekoma volleyball club must be from high school.

He led you to an isolated corner of the science section on the third floor, a place you had frequented during your mid-semester crying chemistry sessions-- hopefully your tears have dried up by now and you won't make a fool of yourself.

He wasted no time asking exactly what you need help with and seemed more than surprised when you told him everything. He let out a laugh that made you want to get up and run away before letting you know that it was normal to be confused and that you would just start with the electron configurations.

It was going great, he was an amazing teacher and knew exactly what to tell you to make you remember all the rules of the SPDF configurations and everything leading up to the oxidation states of the transition metals. It was just sad that he had to go over everything a second time just for you to get it in your mind.

In the middle of explaining lead’s second oxidation state, Kuroos phone lit up with a notification a Bokuto was calling. Without a second glance, he declined the call and went right to the first state of silver.

Three seconds in this same Bokuto called back after a few choice texts, letting out a sigh he apologized muting about a stupid owl not giving him a moment of rest no matter the time of day.

He picked up and tried to walk away as quick as he could, the only thing you could gain from the conversion was a

HEY HEY! you still at the library? Though you’d be done by now Kuroo!

To which Kuroo told whoever was on the end of the line, that he didn't mind and they should mind their own business. Then you were out of earshot. when he came back he looked as if the life was sucked from his soul.

He plopped into the chair across from you and sat for a second before releasing a deep breath. He looked back at you connecting eyes--they looked impossibly cat-like under the lights of the library-- before shooting you a shifty smirk.

“Babe you're doing great but I've gotta cut it off for today, and you don't mind if a friend joins us for the next few sessions? He isn't that bright.”

It took you of all five seconds to think of your answer, another person who wasn't the brightest will make you look less stupid. Just the thought made you feel bad, you're sure that Bokuto was a wonderful person, hopefully, and did not deserve to be used to make you seem less hopeless. Yet still,

“Yes! That’s totally fine, I'll see you in two days?”

“Sounds great”

“‘C'mon babe what's the dashed configuration of bromine?”

You didn't know, or maybe you did. It's not like that would matter considering the two fingers curling into your sweet spot. You could only focus on the way he rubbed your throbbing nub that sent sparks straight beach into your core.

“I-i I don’t- god, please, please, need to cum.” you were so close, Kuroo had already ripped two orgasms from you because you didn't know the answer, and you were going to scream if he did it again. “Please, wanna cum”

“No can do baby Owl, that’s the deal no cumming until you get the question.”

Bokuto.

You would have forgotten he was there if it weren't for his piercing gaze on Kuroo’s fingers drenched in your slick. Not once has it wavered from you, your silt to you tits up to your lips.

You had to try, he’ll stop. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know the answer, they know you know the answer. Somewhere else in your mind you think about how you got caught up in this in the first place.

How Kuroo was frustrated and told you the if you got another wrong answer he would fuck the right one into you. Or bokuto purposely mocking him that sent him further until his hands were pulling your panties down your legs stuffing two fingers in your cunt, saying how he won't stop until you get all the answers right.

“Two- e-eight- eight-teen- please please, si--six- NO seven, it’s seven. ‘M so close please”

Kuroo seemed pleased with your answer, his hands moving quickly around your bud and curling further into your g-spot as Bokuto makes his way around the table to where the two of you are seated.

Pulling the shirt above your head, Bokuto circles a nipple through the fabric of your bra commenting on how quickly it had pebbled, attaching his mouth to your other as Kuroo commanded you to cum around his relentless digits.

Clenching around his fingers you hadn't noticed a head of white and black hair moving towards your center. Coming off the high of your orgasm you felt Bokuto’s tongue spread your lips as his nose circled your clit.

“Oh, dude! You gotta taste ‘em! Like liquid gold, Man!”

You flushed further, if possible, tethering a hand into Bokuto's hair. Understanding the compliment Kuroo swiped a finger along your slick-covered thighs and let a mockingly loud moan fall between his lips.

As if you could be more embarrassed by the noises of Bokuto slurping whatever he could catch in his mouth, Kuroo’s coos of how red you look and how delicious you look, as the man under you eats as if it was his last meal.

Two hands grabbed your waist and lifted you off Bokuto, placing you back on your feet. Turing you toward the wall of windows and hand on your back bent you over the table surrounded by all of your notes.

“Look at that, she’s just gushing all over the place. All this over a chemistry lesson? Who knew I was teaching such a cockwhore this whole time.” a hand met your clit as Kuroo began to push into you, forcing you further into the table.

You heard a gasping moan as he bottomed out, glancing over to where Bokuto sat hand around the base of his cock, standing as Kuroo waved him over to you.

“I think you can fit two, right?” and just like that bokuto was forcing his way into your clenching walls. There was discomfort until a soft pop to which both the boys let out a sigh.

You feel so full. You didn't know who but one of them was brushing against your cervix. The first thrust came to you as a surprise, following with a second's rest before the two of them created a steady rhythm.

The faster they went the more apparent it was, they were using you like a fleshlight. You couldn't even speak as a cock hit right at your g-spot. Back arching you let out a series of small “ahs” much to Kuroo’s enjoyment.

“You fucking like this! Getting dicked where everyone can see. By two cocks no less!” he laughed pulling your head up from its place in your arms, making you have to look at your reflection in the glass.

“No-no I-” a smack to your ass stopped you from trying to defend what little dignity you had left. There was no defending as Bokuto leaned towards your ear, never breaking rhythm.

“No?,” he was practically snarling, “Then why the hell are you clenching our dicks so well, Baby Owl?”

As if he flipped a switch your world went dark as you clenched further on the two men as you came. Riding out your orgasm neither of them let up the pace as they jackhammered into your poor pussy.

Bokuto came first, with a loud groan of your name before he slumped into the chair he previously inhabited. Settling to watch as Kuroo pulled your chest up to meet your back to his chest. Rutting into you as his orgasm rapidly approaches.

If you weren't so sure this place was desolate you would be worried about someone hearing the slaps of your skin, or Kuroo’s final grunt as he filled you with his load, dropping you to lean on the table.

At least your next chemistry test was graded with a 21/25, you’re sure the two of them will love to hear about that.

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq #hq smut #hq x reader #my brain went brrrrrrr #this is kinda all over the place #kinda bad but whatever

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vendettaparker · 4 years

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Tom Holland x actress reader

Where are there in the same movie together and the cast goes out and Tom and reader really likes eachother maybe smut and after it’s really awkward between them fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Not In Love [T.H]

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: sexual themes, cursing, slight angst, probably some typos

a/n: hi hi! i’m so sorry but i don’t write smut, so i hope it’s ok that i just implied it! i will probably start writing smut in the future but for right now i find it a bit awkward for myself to write. also, sorry that this took so long to get out, i planned for this to only be like 800-1k words, and obvioulsy, it just kept going. hope this works well for you!

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(Y/N) (L/N) does not fuck around with co-stars. Ever since you started acting at the young age of eight, you were always told by your mom, manager, and others in the industry to avoid casual, co-star related hook ups. As your career progressed, even through puberty, you remained faithful to your vow. No mingling with co-workers in a non professional manner. Sure, some of your previous co-stars and you remained good friends, even after filming. But the main internal lesson always stayed the same: don’t fuck your co-stars.

In your long and glorious career, the only hindrance to your resolve was Tom fucking Holland. His stupid British charm and playful wiles always had your knees buckling and the butterflies in your stomach going haywire. And when he called you darling? In that stupid, yet honey-like accent? You were done for.

Tom had the absolute pleasure of working with you in The Devil All The Time. He watched all of your movies and practically grew up watching you on Disney Channel. To say he was simply starstruck would’ve been an understatement, he was enamoured. Practically in love. And when he got to know how kind and sweet you were in real life—not just on screen— he just had to turn on his British charm, just to watch you squirm.

Every little comment he made caused your skin to tingle. Your stance on co-star relationships had never been so harshly challenged. He would constantly call you whatever cute pet name he could think of at the time, and unluckily for you, they always seemed to just roll right off his tongue. He even went out of his way to grab you a coffee if he went out to get one, or he’d ask his brother to make sure to bring back your signature order: caramel macchiato with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla, and extra caramel drizzle. How he knew that was your go to order was a mystery to you.

It’s not like you didn’t retaliate with your own antics though. Sometimes during his scenes you send him a wink and a smile, just to watch him lose focus. Or maybe you’d tease him about the way he says croissant, but then also say it in the over pronounced way he does, just to bug him. On days when the sexual tension between you two was especially palpable, you’d kiss his cheeks after his scenes and say “good job, babe” or something else to rile him up. So no, you weren’t innocent in this matter at all.

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This build up of tension was bound to boil over at some point. But why the fuck did it have to be during the fucking full cast and director dinner?

You all arrived at the fancy restaurant, all 40+ of you. You sat next to Eliza and secretly hoped that Sebastian, Harry, or even Robert would take the seat next to you, anyone but Tom. He had been especially touchy that day, and you knew if he continued his ministrations, especially under the cover of a table, your resolve would surely fade away.

Unfortunately for you, Tom practically bolted to the seat next to you. You scooted a bit closer to Eliza, who nudged your shoulder playfully.

“You should just give in.” She stated, smirking the whole time. “Look at him, poor thing just wants some love and attention.” she giggled, nodding her head to where Tom was whispering with Harry on the other side of him.

“Stop it, you’re insufferable.” You rolled your eyes, but still smiled at the joking banter.

“(Y/N), hon, he’s one of the hottest celebrities in Hollywood right now, and he wants you.” Eliza pinched your makeup covered cheek, “you’re telling me you don’t wanna just jump in his pants? Do you not find him hot or something?”

You smacked her hand away, “No, I do find him attractive, I just d—”

“Find who attractive, love?” Tom interrupted, smirking at the comment he heard. No, he didn’t know for sure you were talking about him, but one can hope.

“Nobody,” you dismissed, “I was just telling Eliza here that I think her dog is cute, right Eliza?”

“Sure.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes dramatically, then winking directly at Tom, just out of your view.

“Ah, I see.” He chuckled, “Yes, you find her dog attractive then?”

“No!” You defended, red faced from being backed into a hole, “I didn’t even use that word; you’re just hearing things.”

“Don’t worry, love. I find you absolutely, without a doubt, drop dead gorgeous.” Tom winked, before returning back to his conversation with Harry.

Eliza pinched your side, causing you to yelp. “See, I told you!” she whisper-yelled, a knowing smirk dawning her face.

“You didn’t tell me shit.”

“Ugh, whatever, you’re hopeless.” She sighed, just as the waiter was coming around to take your orders.

The majority of the evening went by just as simply and smoothly as possible, it was when dessert arrived that Tom stirred up trouble once again. His damned British charm made him the perfect devil in disguise.

“Darling, you have some cake right—” he licked his thumb before drawing it over your bottom lip, slowly, “here.”

He smirked at your surprised gaze and wiped the chocolate cake from your rose-painted lip. Never breaking his gaze, he drew his thumb back to his mouth and sucked on the digit, gently humming at the sweet taste of chocolate and strawberry lip gloss that flooded onto his tongue. This bitch.

You cleared your throat and ceased your—more than obvious— gawking. He wasn’t going to win this time. You sat quietly, smirking as he watched your every move, simply waiting for retaliation. And it came soon enough, when you knocked your water off the table into his lap, on accident, of course.

He jolted up the second the cold water hit his slacks, cursing, yet still keeping that charming smirk on his lips. You immediately started the steady stream of apologies, a faux look of remorse etched on your face. The rest of the cast simply looked on, none the wiser.

“Oh Tom! Gosh, I am so sorry.” You stood up as well, taking the napkin from your lap and dabbing his torso where the water splashed up. “I’m just so clumsy, forgive me.” You looked up at him with false serenity in your eyes, but a devilish grin.

“No worries, love.” He mused, “I’m just going to go dry off in the washroom. Could use some help though; it’s the least you could do.” The rest of the cast went back to their desserts and conversation, so they failed to notice the hidden glint in Tom’s eyes or the lustful insinuation behind his request.

“Sure.” You smiled up at him, determined not to lose this game of cat and mouse. You followed him to the large family restroom in a dimly lit corridor. He opened the door and gestured for you to go in first. What a gentleman, hm?

He closed the door behind him and locked it before undoing the buttons on his dress shirt and removing it. His toned torso also damp with freezing droplets of ice water.

You sucked in a shaky breath, taking in his less than professional, disheveled look. “You gonna come help me, princess?” He reached for paper towels and grabbed a handful, dabbing the wet spot on his lap, right over his crotch.

“I—um, sorry,” you snapped out of it. Following his movements, doing the same but to his wet torso.

“You’re okay, love.” He looked at you, the close proximity of your bodies creating the most delicious heat in the bathroom. Tom leaned in slightly, just until your noses were brushing against one another. “Though, I’ll admit, the fact that you're not giving me an apology kiss right now, makes this a little less than okay.”

You didn’t even process your actions completely, the second those words left his mouth yours lips were on his. You held his face in your hands, rough passion seeping through your entire body, and he was just the same. He kissed you fervently, holding your waist with one arm and the back of your head with his opposite hand, tangling his fingers into your hair. The tension and desire that had been building up for almost as long as you’ve known him finally boiling over.

Tom gingerly inched his hand up the side of your leg, under your dress.

“Wait, wait,” you pulled away, breathlessly, “we need to get back, they’re probably wondering where we are.”

Tom was about to concede when a knock rang through the room.

“Hey guys,” It was Eliza, “Seb paid for all of us, so we’re gonna head out. Take your time! Oh, and use protection!” You could practically hear the smirk on her face.

Tom stopped your little scowl by returning his attention to kissing you, “How lucky are we?” he mused, repositioning his hands, starting to fumble with the zipper of your dress.

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The next Monday at work was hell. You spent the whole weekend internalizing your little rendezvous in the bathroom. Tom texted you nearly fourteen times over the two day break period where you didn’t see each other, and you ignored every single one of them. The first ones were simple ‘hey’s’, ‘hi’s’, and ‘good morning’s’, but they soon progressed to show Tom’s concern over you not responding. The last message being,

Tom: I hope you know, I don’t regret it, but I’m sorry if you do.

You didn’t mean to ghost him, but your feelings were so confusing. You liked him and the things he did to you. But you had a code. And maybe the ‘don’t date your co-worker’ was a bit old school and shitty, but you’d been able to stick to it for this long and your work has never been better. Then again, all your previous boyfriends have been assholes; constantly upset over how busy your schedule was. Maybe a fellow actor would be more understanding?

The second you arrived to set Harry was on your ass.

“(Y/N), hey!” He called to you from the snack table where he was talking with Tom. You gave him a small smile and wave, but proceeded to your makeup chair. He motioned for you to join them, but you waved your hand in dismissal and gave him an apologetic look. Whether or not you regretted your night with Tom, you were absolutely not ready to confront it just yet. However, you didn’t miss the disappointed look on Tom’s face or the way Harry gave his brother a reassuring shoulder squeeze.

Harry even came up to you asking how your weekend was and if you were busy or not, no doubt trying to gauge your mood for Tom. You were friends with Harry so you didn’t mind talking to him, but when it was becoming apparent that you weren't giving much away as far as how you were feeling, Harry resorted to more ‘less than subtle’ questions.

“So… are you seeing anyone, currently?” He asked, playing with his fingers, the question struck you as extremely off-putting, especially since Harry said it with little to no confidence, like he really didn’t want to be asking that.

“Why? Are you trying to ask me out?” You teased. Watching him squirm was almost as fun as when it was Tom.

“No! No, I mean— I’m not opposed, you’re very pretty—no wait, I don’t mean it like that, I just—uh, I think you look nice, but not too nice—I’m gonna go.” Harry painfully stuttered out. Cursing under his breath as he walked away, back to where Tom was standing, watching on. These idiots were the most obvious divs in the whole world.

After you finished with your stylist, you were ready to start running lines for your scene. You have the majority of your scenes with Tom, so as per usual, you were acting opposite him. As the director was explaining how he wanted the scene to go, Tom kept glancing over at you, raising his eyebrows a bit, obviously wanting to clear the air.

The scene went by fine, but it was clear to many of the people around you that you were not on the top of your game today. It even got to the point where the director needed to ask if you needed a break. You said you didn’t and persisted. The scene was finally done to perfection, but it took almost double the amount of time it usually would for you.

Tom noticed you struggling the most and couldn’t help but feel guilty. He was quick to give you words of encouragement between takes, but you only responded with a quick ‘thanks’ and moved on.

When lunch time came around, the caterers were all set up and prepared on a different part of the lot. You quickly made your way over, running into Eliza on the way.

“Oh, hey (Y/N)!” she beamed at you. “Did you finish your scene?”

“Yeah, are you going to set right now?”

“Mhm, I’m shooting the scene at the church with Robert.”

“Well, good luck.” You smiled at her, about to move along when she grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, did something happen between you and Tom? He’s at the lunch table moping, even Seb is trying to cheer him up.”

“Um well no, I mean, maybe? I don’t know, I guess I’ve been avoiding him a bit.” You shrug, now not really wanting to go to lunch, but you know you have to. If you don’t show up then it’d be all too clear to Tom that you were definitely avoiding him.

“Oh, well, maybe just talk to him?” Eliza comfortably put a hand on your shoulder before walking away to set.

You continued to the lunch set up, seeing club sandwiches, soups, and cupcakes set up. You grabbed what you wanted and went to sit by Tom and everyone else. Yeah, you may have been avoiding him, but you didn’t want to make it that painstakingly obvious.

As soon as you sat down, Tom put his arm around you like he always did when you had lunch together. Only this time you stiffened up, not because you hated it, but because the action felt so different after what you both had done, it felt like it meant more. Tom noticed, of course, and removed his arm, frowning.

“Can I talk to you, (Y/N/N)?” he whispered to you, the rest of the table in their own little world, too caught up in their interactions to notice yours.

“Um, sure,” you mumbled in response, “but maybe when I have free time later? I’m just really hungry right now.” you gave him a small smile, trying to keep up the amicability.

He nodded and continued his conversation with Seb, who looked completely uninterested, but still continued responding since he could tell Tom was feeling shitty about something.

Later that evening, the entire cast had a one hour break since the next scene they wanted to shoot needed to be done at night and it wasn’t dark yet. That’s when Tom took you to his trailer to talk.

“Look, (Y/N), I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I can’t help but feel like you’re avoiding me.” He stated, once the door was shut and you were already seated on his couch.

“I’m not.”

“But you are. I can tell. You didn’t talk to me at all today, even when I made a joke that I knew you’d have the perfect come back to.” He sat next to you, but kept more of a distance than usual.

“I don’t have to talk to you, Tom. You can’t rely on me to keep you entertained.” You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you’d been caught.

“That’s not what I’m saying, (Y/N), and you know it.” Tom pointed a finger at you, equally annoyed now.

“Fine, so what if I was avoiding you? You’re a grown man, you can handle rejection can’t you?” You spat. The argument was quickly becoming more heated. If there was one thing you hated the most in the world, it was being called out, especially if you knew you were in the wrong.

“What the fuck is your problem today?” Tom asked, exasperated at how defensive you got so quickly.

“Tom, I’m sorry, but I don’t do this,” you motioned between the two of you, “I don’t do the cliche Hollywood, sleeps around, one night stand scenario, so back off.”

“So you regret it.” Tom looked down, trying to keep his emotions at bay. He really did like you, but maybe it was naive of him to assume that sleeping together would open the door to something more.

“No, I just—it shouldn’t have happened. I liked it, but I’m not that type of girl. I’m a relationship type of person. I never wanted to be another girl for you to mark down on your list of possible hook ups.” You sighed. Tom wasn’t necessarily notorious for random hookups, but he was a famous actor who just so happened to also be single. It was hard to not go there with your thoughts, so in your mind, you had him pegged.

“I’m a relationship person too, though. I wanted all of this. All of you.” Tom inched closer, gingerly taking your hands in his. “I may have gone about it wrong, I should’ve asked you out first or something.”

“Tom, stop.”

“No, (Y/N), because you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t flirt with you or spend time with you just to get in your pants.” Tom pulled you closer. “I surrounded myself with you because I wanted you. And I think you want me too.”

You looked in his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, small as it might be, but Tom was being the most sincere he could possibly be. Tom cautiously leaned closer, just wanting one more kiss, even if it was the last. However, you were the one that took the final plunge and pulled him in, kissing him. You both moved together so fluidly, like you were made for each other.

When you did pull apart, Tom was the one to break the silence, “So does that mean you like me or…”

“I kissed you, didn’t I?”

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goldencherryhazz · 3 years

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Better than sex

A/n: it’s currently nearly midnight and I have been working on this for the past three hours, so I don’t even know if it makes sense but I will check in the morning lol! Notes would be much appreciated, pls don’t copy my work!

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, choking, oral fem!recieving, fluff

Agreeing to go on tour with Harry was one of the best decisions you’ve ever made, travelling to every corner of the world and watching your boyfriend perform in front of thousands of people in the most extravagant outfits every night was honestly a dream, but now after four months being on the road with him you we’re finally going home for a break.

‘Wake up darling’ Harry said stroking your cheek, it was only 7’o’clock in the evening in the uk, but jet lag was getting the better of you so Harry being more accommodated to flying here there an everywhere gladly drove you two home from the airport whilst you napped.

You give him a lazy smile stretching your arms in the air ‘we’re home H’ you say excitedly looking at the front of your home, you honestly thought you forgot what it looked like after not seeing it for 4 months.

‘Yes we are my love’ admiring his girl and how cute she looked rubbing her sleepy eyes with her whole palm like a child.

He opens his door and climbs out of the car, quickly making his way to your side to open the door for you like the gentleman he is, ‘m’lady’ he gestures for to to get out the car ‘well thankyou kind sir’ you giggle at him, pecking his cheek on your way to the back of the car.

You two make a quick job of getting all your luggage into the house, only dumping them in the porch already agreeing to deal with it in the morning.

You walk into the kitchen to be greeted by Daisy, your two’s cat who Anne had kindly looked after whilst you and Harry were touring, you felt bad for leaving her for so long but Anne had insisted seeing as Daisy got along with her cats aswell, so she basically had a massive sleepover, ‘hey dais how are you, missed you soo much’ you coo towards her she let you stroke her for a maximum of two seconds before she spots Harry in the doorway and bounds over to him. You chuckle, Daisy had always had a soft spot for Harry and you couldn’t really blame her ‘not giving mama cuddles huh, missed your daddy too much’ he said with the cat laid in his arms, her paws up as if she was in surrender. Eventually she scrambled out of his arms going to her bed in the living room you presumed.

‘Wanna go and watch a film in bed baby, you can choose whatever you want promise I won’t make you watch The Notebook again’

‘Yeah sounds perfect’ she smiles walking to grab his outstretched hand which didn’t have any rings on which was a strange sight after being so used to seeing him with them on.

The two of you trudge up the stairs, and when you finally make it to the top you run into the bedroom that you and Harry shared, and jumped onto your California king bed, making Harry laugh at your antics. You had truly missed this bed after being in a different hotel at least once every two days over the last four months, there was just something about the duvet and the memory foam mattress topper that you couldn’t get enough of, the sheets were also extra soft and smelled like fresh flowers, you laid flat on your back with tight arms and legs splayed out like a starfish, as you practically sunk into the mattress ‘this is better than sex’ you say jokingly but sounding quite serious due to how comfortable you were at that moment.

This made Harry spin round to face you with his eyebrows raised a smirk on his lips, he made his way to the bed, you had your eyes closed so when you felt his breath again the side of your neck it made you jump and had a shiver running out your spine ‘are you sure about that sweet girl’

You open you eyes in shock, not knowing what you said would get him riled up that quickly, or bruise his over so increasing ego, but you knew if you kept playing along he would give it to you really good just so that he could prove you wrong, and you were all for it.

‘Are you saying that this bed is better than my cock...my fingers...and my mouth?’ Kissing you on the sweet spot on your neck between his words.

‘Hmm, I don’t know you’ll have to show me can’t remember.’

‘Oh baby you don’t know what you’ve gotten your self into, I’m gonna make you remember it for days’ making a moan escape your lips, he pounced on top of you pinning you arms above your head kissing you on you lips multiple times before dragging them down your

Harry knew you were probably joking but he loved having his way with you and for the last 4 months being on tour the only sort of intimacy you two had was quick fucks in dressing and hotel rooms with being so busy all the time and at night Harry was understandably tired after doing a show. He wanted to dominate the shit out of you tonight and you had just added fuel to the fire, so with no fear of someone walking in on you both he was going to let loose.

He pulls back and releases your arms, ‘strip for my baby, then I want you to sit at the top of the bed with your back against the headboard’ you moaned softly at his words, already putty in his hands and instantly start undressing as he did the same.

Once you were naked, and sat against the headboard you couldn’t help but stare at your boyfriend pulling his t-shirt over his head making his arms flex, your pussy become slick with your wetness as you watched him. Once he freed his cock from the confines of his boxers, he gives his shaft a few tugs trying to relieve some of the building pressure.

‘Jesus, can smell you from here’ he moans crawling up the bed, you legs spreading even more on instinct to give him more room. He lays on his belly once he is closer to you wrapping his arms around your thighs swiftly dragging you so that his face was barely centre metres away from your sopping cunt, you drape you legs over his shoulder heels digging into his back.

‘M’gonna use my mouth and my fingers and I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you squirt everywhere sweet girl’ you squirm in his grip his eyes looking directly into yours. He gives you no warning as he ducks down pressing a kiss directly on your clit, then licking a bold stripe up your entire pussy ‘always to wet for me, you taste just like a strawberry angel.’ You throw your head back, you hands gripping onto the sheets to prepare yourself for what was to come.

He focuses back on your clit flicking his tongue from side to side, he teases a his middle finger round your entrance making you buck your hips ‘patience sweet girl’ he says removing his lips from your clit to suck a hickey onto the inside of your thigh.

‘Feels so so good daddy’ the first words you had spoken except moan after moan since Harry started, your fingers pinching your nipples, he smirks up at the pet name, his cock twitching against the sheets.

He decides to give you his fingers, inserting two at the same time, you whine at how easily they slid into you. He gives no time to adjust curling them into a ‘cone hither’ motion then pumping them in and out going knuckle deep every time hitting spots that you would never have been able to fine with your own, a calloused finger rubbing tight circles around you clit. ‘How good is daddy making you feel, tell me’

‘So f-fucking good, your fingers feel amazing inside me daddy’ you can’t stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head as his mouth finds it’s place back on your clit, adding a third finger into you cunt, still thrusting at a delicious pace, You could feel the knot tightening in your belly, but not only that you felt like a balloon was ready to burst within you.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, knowing that he loved it when you tugged on his curls, but you also did it so that he wouldn’t pull away and deny you of an orgasm when you were almost falling off the edge.

‘Clenching around my fingers baby, know your gonna cum, stop holding back leg go for me’.

‘Shit daddy, I’m so close’ you cry out

‘Yeah you gonna squirt for me, soak the sheets?’

‘Yes daddy’

‘Go on then, cum for me sweet girl’

You couldn’t hold back any longer, after a few more thrusts of his fingers you let go screaming as you do, the ballon inside you also bursting resulting in you squirting over the lowers portion of Harry’s face and the sheets beneath, he moaned out. Your legs were shaking, your head was thrown back, and your back arched as he continued thrusting his fingers inside of you to ride out your intense orgasm. After a few moments you took in a sharp breath having forgotten how to breathe ‘holy shit daddy’ you barely mustered up, you felt like you were floating in mid air, you don’t think you’ve cum that hard in a very long time.

After a couple of minutes you start to come down from your high, you look at Harry who was still in the same position, his eyes were glazed over in lust ‘that was so fucking hot angel, swear I could’ve cum just right there and then’ he licks your folds cleaning up you up a bit. Harry swore he could spend hours between your legs, he couldn’t get enough of your taste.

Eventually he presses one last kiss on your clit, before blowing air directly onto the small bud, making you squirm at the overstimulation.

He moves up you body, pressing kisses against your skin along the way, swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples then blowing air only each in just like he had done to your clit making a shiver run up your spine. He reaches your lips kissing, dipping his tongue into your mouth so that you could taste your juices.

‘Was that good sweet girl’ his words muffled by your lips.

‘Yes daddy, m’kinda sleepy now though’ you say shutting you eyes a lazy smile spreading across your face.

‘No falling asleep on me now, haven’t even fucked you yet, m’cocks leakin’ for you.’

This makes you perk up a bit, now yearning to be filled with Harry’s cock, you had only just come down from your last orgasm but you were ready for another one.

‘Want you to come deep inside of me daddy, want you to fill me up so bad’ you whine.

‘You want my cock baby’

‘Yes please daddy’ you were desperate now.

‘Well since you asked so nicely’ he reaches down tugging his cock a few times spreading pre-cum over his length, before slipping into your warm cunt both of you groaning at the feeling, he thrusts all the way inside you his length stretching your walls deliciously.

‘Ohhh sweet girl, swear you pretty cunt was made for me, can I move now’

‘Yes daddy, you can move’ he instantly complies not being able to stay still any longer. He starts a steady pace pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back in hitting the deepest spots within you. You reach your arms over his shoulders tracing some of his tattoos along the way then gripping onto the soft skin. Whimpers and groans filled the room as Harry buried his face in your neck, your natural scent mixed with your favourite perfume intoxicating him, you take your chance to suck a hickey onto his neck after not having much time to mark him up.

He was fucking into you at a fast pace now, getting lost in pleasure ‘so deep daddy’ you moan. He moved his face from you neck, gripping onto the headboard with one hand to get more leverage, the sight of him above you pounding you into the mattress turned you on even more if that was possible.

‘Daddy can you c-choke me’

His hand flies to your throat gripping it just enough so it restricted you breathing slightly, ‘like that baby, you love it when daddy rough with you, don’t ya’

‘Yes daddy, fucking love it’ you scream as he starts hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

‘Oh shit, daddy’s gonna cum, you gonna cum with me’ he groans hand getting slightly tighter around your throat.

‘I’m gonna cum to daddy, please keep fucking me like that’ your eyes roll into the back of you head you heels looped round his back and crossed at the ankle to keep him as close as possible. His thrusts start to falter and his cock twitches telling you he was about to fall over the edge ‘cum inside me daddy, want you to paint my walls with your cum, please daddy want it soo much’ you whimper also starting to tumble over.

‘Shit I’m cumming’ he growls sheathing into your cunt his cock twitching one last time, his balls resting heavy against the space between your pussy and your tight second hole, he emptied his load inside you, the sensation of his seed filling you up also made you cum, Harry’s grip on your throat giving you a head-rush as you do, you both felt euphoric. After the waves of your release come crashing down in you your body goes limp, you know that you will be sore tomorrow and probably the day after but it was all worth it. Harry’s takes longer to come down from his high, his cum now dripping out of your pussy. ‘You okay bub’ you say sweetly looking up at him.

‘Oh I’m more than okay baby, feel fucking incredible’

He takes his loosened hand off of your throat before resting his body on top of yours, his cock still buried inside of you ‘I take back that last statement about this bed being better than sex’ you whispered breathlessly into his hair stroking through the sweaty curls.

‘You better’ he tiredly laughs into your neck.

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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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Shy but Fierce (Alpha!Christen x Omega!Reader)

Request: alpha christen one where the reader is new on the team and they find out they’re mates? maybe christen is shy but also v fierce when it comes to her new found omega

Pt. 2

Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog for helping me make this thing not as heavy as it originally way and livening it up with her BBQ discussion. Hit me up with Questions or if ya just wanna say hi!

It was a warm wave rolling through your body. The feelings of all your nerves tingling on end and your souls reaching out to intertwine with another’s. You smiled at the warmth spreading through your chest as you made eye contact with the green-eyed veteran.

Of all the things you expected from your first camp, meeting your mate in the first 20 minutes was not one of them. Your best friend had told you that the team was welcoming, but this was definitely more than you bargained for.

Nonetheless, you smiled charmingly up at the frozen alpha, lifting her hand to your lips.

“Well it's most definitely a pleasure to meet you,” You purred, smirking at the blush that crawled up the alpha’s (your alpha’s?) cheeks.

Rose rolled her eyes at your antics. The alpha had known you since you were in diapers, and in that time she had learned you were not your stereotypical omega. You weren’t meek or shy and loved to flirt. Christen was gonna have fun trying to reel you in.

Christen opened and closed her mouth several times, wide eyes taking you in. Tobin snickered behind her.

“What Chris, cat got your tongue?”

“Not yet, but I’m sure it will soon,” You smirked, lips ticking up at Christen’s dropped jaw. If your alpha was this easy to fluster when you weren’t even trying, this was going to be a blast.

“Hey hot stuff, middy meeting starts soon, we better go,” Rose smiled, throwing an arm over your shoulder, amused by your effect on the normally put together alpha.

“Later cutie pie, see you on the field,” You winked at Christen, kissing her hand again before allowing Rose to guide you to where the rest of the midfielders were getting ready to meet.

Christen watched you go with wide eyes, still trying to process what had just happened.

“Holy shit, is she always like that?” Christen asked, looking at Mal. If her alpha knew you so well, then she was bound to have insights.

Mal suppressed her snicker “This is her going easy on you,”

The omega had heard the stories about you and found them difficult to believe at first. But seeing you in action was pretty inspiring.

“It’s nice to see after everything that happened with the Courage,” Megan added, watching you carefully.

She didn’t think she would ever be able to get the sight of you pale and sickly out of her head. You had been so hesitant when you joined the Regin, and Rose had been overly protective (Megan would learn that there was a very good reason why as she got to know you).

“What happened with the Courage?” Christen snapped, her elation dwindling as she tried to find some sense of unease in your stance. Her eyes squeezed when she couldn’t find anything. Soon enough she would be able to read you like the back of her hand.

“That’s her story to tell,” Mal said firmly, shaking her head. Christen frowned, she might be shy and “adorable” as you put it, but she would cut a bitch if they hurt her mate.

*****

“Hey cutie, is this seat taken?” You asked, gesturing towards the seat beside your mate.

“N-no not at all,” Christen stuttered out, blushing when she accidentally released a small puff of her pheromones. God, she felt like a teenager going through their first rut.

“Fantastic,” You smirked, sitting down, and moving the chair so it was very close to the alpha, so close your thighs were basically touching. “Hmm, you smell good,” you hummed, leaning in so your nose was nearly touching her neck and breathing in deep. If this was a snapshot into what the rest of your life was going to be, you were completely ok with that.

“Th-thanks,” She shivered as your cold nose touched her skin, closing her eyes and biting her lip, trying with every ounce of her being to control her instincts.

****

“You better save her before she melts,” Mal said, leaning into her alpha. Rose carded her fingers through the omega’s hair, scratching her scalp the way she knew her mate liked.

“Nah, let Y/n have her fun. She hasn’t been this relaxed in forever,” Sonnett snorted, shaking her head as Christen’s face got progressively redder.

“Seems like Y/n is handling herself fine to me,” Rose shrugged.

You hadn’t been this open with anyone since she had rescued you from the courage. She wasn’t going to step in between you and the thing (person) who was making you happy. Chris was a big girl and she could handle herself.

****

“Alright lovebirds, it’s only the first night of camp and you’re already disgustingly sweet,” Ashlyn said feigning seriousness as she took the seat on your other side. You missed the look Ali shot her in your haste to scoot away from your alpha, knocking over your plate in the process.

Your eyes stayed glued to your lap and your head tilted just slightly to the side. Christen’s eyebrows furrowed as you seemed to sink in on yourself.

Rose was on her feet immediately, rushing over to put herself in between you and Ashlyn. Christen took that as her cue and was also on her feet seconds later.

“If it bothers you, Ashlyn, you can sit somewhere else,” Christen growled, stepping around you to act as a barrier between you and the very confused alphas “It doesn’t bother me I was just saying--” Ashlyn sputtered.

“Well don’t!” Rose snapped, turning her back on Ashlyn to look at you. “You okay KitKat?”

“Yeah I’m fine,” you murmured, avoiding her eyes, your head still tilting to expose your neck. She sighed.

“You don’t have to do that. This team is different,” she mumbled, and you nodded noncommittally.

“You spilled your barbecue.” She laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“It’s Memphis style barbecue anyway, hardly worth eating,” you said, giving her a tight-lipped smile.

“Yeah, don’t know why they bother, everyone knows Kansas style is the best” Becky scoffed, smiling from across the table and winking at Rose.

“I mean, I would say that good barbecue is one of the only good things to come out of North Carolina,” you said, grinning into your napkin, “but then y’all haven’t tried Cookout milkshakes.”

“What happened in North Carolina?” Christen interjected, and you froze, biting your lip so hard she was afraid you would draw blood.

Your smile faded, and your eyes took on a faraway look.

*****

You were not the typical omega. You were outgoing and a bouncing ray of sun that loved to meet new people. On your first day with the courage you had bounded up to everyone, your hand stuck out and a bright grin on your face (an act that had gotten you into serious trouble).

You looked one too many alphas in the eye before one took a particular offense and forced you to submit. Most of the team and coaching staff had simply watched while she humiliated you.

As the season progressed, things had only gotten worse and you had become more and more unbalanced. You jumped at the opportunity to get out of there the second you could, thanking God that there was a spot for a striker on the Reign with Rose.

*****

“Hinkle thought it would be fun to assert her alpha ness,” You shrugged, picking at your fingers, flinching at the weight of Christen’s eyes on you, and the pheromones she was beginning to emit.

“She forced you to submit?” The alpha asked breathlessly, her heart dropping when you gave her a singular stiff nod, wincing as though it pained you. She was sure it did. It was the greatest form of disrespect. “How many times,” she tried to keep her voice level, she didn’t want to scare you off.

“Too many,” You said slowly.

“I would never make you do that. None of us would,” Christen said horrified, kneeling down in front of you, and letting out her soothing scent. Though you weren’t mates yet, it still wrapped around you like a warm blanket, settling your nerves.

You nodded quickly, grabbing her hand for support. “I know. I could tell. Plus you blush too much to be an asshole alpha,” you smirked towards the end, she smiled in return.

“You might turn me to mush, but that’s not going to stop me from ripping her head off the next time I see her,”

She wasn’t the only one who held that sentiment. It was fair to say that a certain North Carolina defender was going to hit the turf a lot next season. No one got to mess with one of their teammates.

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navegandoaciegas · 4 years

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Little doll

Pairing: dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: stockholm syndrome, manipulation, controlling!Bucky, unhealthy relationship, mentions of violence in the past (no graphic description), smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (both male and female receiving), vaginal and anal fingering, slight praise kink.

Summary: You used to be a strong-willed independent woman, but after a whole lot of training, you’ve finally become Bucky’s perfect little doll for him to own, love and take care of.

A/N: I had this idea in mind today and wrote this in a couple of hours for @jtargaryen18 ‘s 4k writing challenge. Congrats! I hope it’s decent lmfao

There is no graphic violence or non-con in this story, but it’s stated/hinted pretty heavily that these things did happen in the past. Reader has no physical description. 18+ only. English is my third language so sorry for any mistakes.

7.09 am

There’s a pulsing ache between your legs and a hot breath fanning over your neck that sends tingles down your spine.

“Baby?” you mumble in a daze, still half asleep, moaning and clutching the sheets when you feel a finger tease your entrance.

“‘Morning, sleepyhead.” Bucky murmurs, peppering your cheeks with small kisses.

You can’t fight back the smile that spreads on your face and you slowly pry your eyes open, finding your husband already looking at you in adoration. He lets his lips move downwards, nipping the skin of your throat and sucking little bruises there. A moan escapes you when the hand that was kneading your breasts pinches one of your nipples while his fingers keep sliding in and out of your pussy, sending jolts of pleasure all over your body.

You’re burning up, feeling a familiar pressure build up in your core already. You’ve been together for years, but you’ll never get over how good he is at this.

His hands are everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The hair on his chest and lower abdomen rubs on your sensitive skin, and you can’t get enough of all this. You never will.

His name is on your lips like a prayer as you beg him for more, for that sweet release only he can give you. He complies, spreading your legs and settling between them. He trails open mouthed kisses down your body, slowly bringing his face to your awaiting cunt. The anticipation of what he’ll do to you is killing you slowly. He licks a strip of your dripping pussy and dips his tongue in your folds, pushing as far as he can go.

“So sweet.”

He groans against you when you grab a fistful of his long hair and the vibration goes straight to your core, making the knot inside you tighter. You grind your hips against his face, fucking yourself with his mouth and crying out loud in pleasure.

“So wet, so needy, all for me.”

He draws circles on your swollen clit and crooks a couple of fingers inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that makes your toes curl and your back arch even more.

You’re writhing underneath him, desperate for a release.

“Please, faster.” you moan, bucking your hips wildly.

“Beg for it.” he demands, jerking four fingers inside of you.

His bruising touch, the vibration inside your cunt, his soft kisses. It’s all too much and still not enough.

“Please Bucky, please let me cum all over your face, please, please, I’ll be good for you.” you beg like the cockslut you are.

He sucks hard on your clit, and that’s all it takes to tip you over the edge, body shaking uncontrollably and vision going white. .

You’re spent, panting on the bed and feeling the familiar burn that his beard leaves behind on the soft skin of your inner thighs. Your walls flutter around nothing, and somehow you want more.

“Such a good girl for me.” He looks at you through half lidded eyes, lips red and swollen, face covered in your slick. You taste yourself on his tongue when he dips down and slants his mouth against yours, reigniting the fire inside of you.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to come again, all over my cock? Yes?”

You whine, feeling yourself grow hotter than before. “Yes, please, fuck me.”

He thrusts inside you, slowly at first, faster once he can sheathe himself fully without feeling any pain. You’re still sore from yesterday, but the familiar stretch of his thick cock is so good that you ignore the burn. You only feel him and the pleasure he’s giving you.

“So perfect, made for me, my sweet girl.” he grunts in your ear, and the praise sends jolts of electricity directly to your cunt.

Your hands are roaming over his hard muscles and your walls are clenching down on his cock, impatient for another orgasm to wreck you.

The room is filled with the lewd sounds of him fucking you, his balls hitting your ass, the squelch of your arousal, and he’s so vocal with his moans and grunts that you could come hard just listening to him.

His pace is more frantic than before. Your walls are milking him as he pounds into you relentlessly. Just when you thought you couldn’t feel more pleasure, Bucky dips his hand behind you, fingers covered in your slick teasing your back entrance and pushing inside you, finding no resistance in your relaxed state. His pubic bone hits your clit repeatedly and you’re so full of his cock and fingers and him that you see stars.

“Cum pretty girl, cum all over my cock. Show me how good you are.”

He snaps his hips harder against you and you cry out when the pressure in your core releases, jolts of pleasure shooting from your cunt to the rest of your body, vision going blank.

He swallows your cries with his mouth, and the feeling of you clenching around him is enough to send him over the edge too. His thrusts become sloppier and he cums hard, holding onto your waist with a bruising grip and biting down on your bottom lip.

He collapses on top of you, and you relish in the feeling of his hot release filling you up.

“Love you.” he mumbles, caressing your cheeks.

“Love you more.” you whisper with a smile, scratching his scalp the way that makes him purr like a cat.

You stay impossibly close for what feels like hours, Bucky still inside you, encompassing your whole body, until the alarm clock goes off and he lifts himself up with a grunt. He stares in fascination as his cum slowly drips out of your cunt and onto the sheets.

“Don’t wanna go to work today, doll.” he whines, clinging onto you again and pouting like a child, “Wanna stay in bed with you.”

You chuckle, because he’s always so needy in the morning, and push him off you.

“We’ll stay like this all weekend, I promise. Now go get ready.”

The smell of freshly brewed coffee invades the kitchen and your senses. You love the fragrance, even though you aren’t allowed to drink it. Bucky says it’s bad for a dainty doll like you. You remember you used to be addicted to caffeine before; it was the only thing that kept you going during your long, strenuous shifts at the hospital you worked at as a nurse. Bucky provides for you now, so you don’t have to worry about that exhaustion anymore.

You drink loose leaf herbal tea these days.

You smile when a ray of light shining through the window hits the diamond ring on your fourth finger, projecting a kaleidoscope of colors on the walls. The eggs are sizzling in the pan, the bread slices are toasting in the oven and you can hear the faint noise of Bucky taking a shower.

You arrange the table the way he likes it: buttered toast and scrambled eggs on a plate, yoghurt and cut up fruit in a little stained glass container, a steaming mug of coffee, a tall glass of ice cold water and fresh flowers in a vase; the paper towel goes to the right side of the plate, with a fork and a knife with the sharp side that faces left on top of it. You nod in satisfaction at the spread and remove the strainer from your teacup.

Bucky greets you with a peck on the lips and a bright smile. He pulls the chair back for you, ever the gentleman, and sits on the other one, “Any plans for today?”

“The usual, y’know. I may go for a walk at the park, if that’s okay with you?” you hesitate on the last part, giving him a hopeful smile. You love to collect the wildflowers in the meadow and feed the ducks at the pond. Plus, walking is good for your health, and Bucky has you exercise at least once a day anyways.

“Of course you can, princess. Do you have enough birdseed or do you need more?” he asks, chewing a mouthful of eggs and toast, “I’ll give you extra money if you want to get it.”

You’re grateful he agreed. Truth be told, he hardly ever denies you anything now that you’ve learnt to behave. “Thanks, but it should be enough to last me another week, I think. Is Steve coming for dinner tonight?”

He shakes his head and sips on the coffee you made him, just the way he likes it: two sugars, one splash of full fat milk, a sprinkle of chocolate powder. “No, I think the punk’s staying home with Sharon tonight, ‘member her?”

You nod. You do remember Sharon. They’ve been dating for a while. She is a nurse like you used to be. Would Steve make her keep the job?

Bucky doesn’t seem to notice your pensive mood and checks his phone as he finishes the last of his strawberries. “God, it’s 8.35 already. I gotta hurry sweetheart, don’t want to be late again like yesterday.” he says with a mischievous smirk.

You feel warmth creep up your face at the memory of the reason why he was late, and you clench your thighs shut as you recall the image of you bent over this same table you’re at and him pounding into you from behind. He wouldn’t leave unless he gave you one more, and then another, until you were shaking and crying in pleasure.

You both get up. He grabs his jacket and backpack, you hand him the lunch you’ve packed for him. He pulls you in for a sweet kiss, holding you by the waist. You taste the coffee lingering on his tongue and it reminds you of another life.

He pulls away and nuzzles your hair, hugging you tightly. “I’ll miss you.” He mumbles in your ear, inhaling the calming scent of the lavender shampoo he’s chosen for you.

“I’ll miss you more. Have a good day at work.”

“Thank you, have fun at the park. Behave.”

You wave him goodbye from the front porch and stand there until his sleek black car disappears in the distance. You sigh, missing him already, and get inside, ready to start your day.

9.00 am

Bucky is a business manager at Stark’s IT company and his job is a 9-5, Monday to Friday, which means every week day you start your chores after he leaves.

He likes the house spotless and you never want to disappoint him. You shudder at the thought of what happens when you do. Thankfully, it hasn’t occurred in a while. Only bad girls get punished, and you hate punishments too much to be one.

You start downstairs: you open all the windows to let the fresh morning air inside and get to work. You vacuum and mop the floors, disinfect the kitchen counter and empty the dishwasher, sanitize every surface in the bathroom until it’s squeaky clean and smells like Bucky’s favorite lemon scented detergent. Then you move upstairs: you wipe down all the furniture, scrub the ensuite, change the soiled sheets and sort through the hamper, separating whites and colored.

You hum as you work, proud of yourself because you’ve perfected the cleaning routine in your time with your husband, so now it only takes you an hour and a half now to do the entire house.

You grab the basket of dirty linen and clothes and head downstairs to do the chore you hate the most: laundry. The basement where the washer and dryer are makes you quiver in fear when you think of it, but you haven’t found the courage to ask Bucky to move the appliances upstairs yet. Sometimes you still have nightmares about your time there, and Bucky has to hold you and rock you all night to calm you down.

It’s where you spent the first six months after he took you, locked up all alone. He’d visit you every night, but you didn’t appreciate that. You feel guilty now for all those times you fought him, especially the one time you managed to break his nose with your elbow and sprinted upstairs. He caught you just one step before the front door. God, you were so stupid. You’re lucky he got to you in time. What would a girl like you do without a man like him?

As punishment, you spent a week locked in a wardrobe, with no food and barely enough water to survive. You stopped fighting after that, and when he got you out you sobbed on his shoulder and let him hold you and bathe you. You slept in his bed that night, and all the nights that followed in these 3 years.

Bucky never meant to hurt you, only take care of you, but you were too stupid to understand that back then. You understand now.

12.55 pm

It’s a beautiful spring day, the sun is bright and there’s a light breeze blowing from west.

You think of how you weren’t allowed to leave the house until a year and half ago. You missed the outdoors. But Bucky is a fair man and he lets you go wherever you want now that he can trust you. He even takes you on weekend trips wherever you desire. Maybe if you’re good enough, one day he’ll buy you a car, so you won’t have to walk everywhere.

You still have a tracker implanted in your forearm, but that’s for your own safety.

You spread a blanket underneath your favorite tree; from your position you can see both the water and the meadow, and that lovely wooden bridge over the pond too.

You’re basking in the sun as you reflect on all the new hobbies you’ve picked up now that you don’t have to spend the better part of your days in a hospital.

You embroider, you try out new recipes, you read, you do yoga, you paint and draw, you collect flowers and leaves and you dry them up in your botanical journal. You’ve become quite good at taking care of the garden in these past few months, and the roses you’ve planted are growing nice and strong. Sometimes you go for a swim in the ocean, some others you go shopping. The house is entirely decorated in your paintings, and you often give them to Bucky’s friends and family too.

You don’t have friends or family anymore. You only have Bucky.

You never thought you would enjoy these activities so much, just like you never thought you could be so free. Of your job, of so much pain and sorrow, of the hardship that comes with free will, of the choices you make that weigh you down until you can’t sleep anymore.

Who knew having your freedom taken away would be so liberating. Not you.

You have Bucky to thank for that. He always knows what’s best for you.

5.29 pm

Bucky’s been thinking about you all day and as soon as he’s clocked out, he couldn’t come back home fast enough. He smiles when the front door opens and he’s hit by the smell of freshly baked cookies. You really spoil him too much.

You run into his arms as soon as you realize he’s back, hugging him tightly, mumbling about how much you’ve missed him.

You’ve made dinner for him, just like he expects of you. Homemade basil pesto pasta, grilled salmon, oven roasted vegetables, white wine for him, tonic water for you because alcohol is bad for little dolls, white chocolate chip cookies for dessert.

You chat about your days over food, and when you’re both done you clean up while he changes into more comfortable clothes.

He has a reward for you, since you’ve been so good lately, but he wants you to earn it.

“On your knees.” he commands, and like the perfect doll you are, you comply.

You look up at him with your innocent doe eyes and Bucky knows he could come at the sight of you so beautiful, so obedient alone. His hands work swiftly as he pulls down his sweats and gets his already hard cock out.

“I want to fuck your mouth.” he says, tracing your lips with his red tip, “Open up, doll.”

You do as he says. You take him in your mouth and his eyes instinctively roll back at the feeling of your wet tongue licking a strip from base to tip; your cheeks hollow around him, sucking him off, one hand pumping his length and the other massaging his balls.

He aches for more, so he grabs a fistful of your hair in what is probably a painful grip, judging from the way you gasp, and he takes that as an opportunity to slant himself inside your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. He shoves himself deeper and deeper until you can't breathe, your face is red and your eyes full of tears. You steady yourself holding onto his thick thigs as he keeps fucking your mouth harder, balls slapping your chin.

Saliva is dripping down on your face as you’re choking on his cock, and those gagging noise you make vibrate against him, making this all the more pleasurable. He knows you won’t complain anyways, no matter how much he abuses your mouth or your cunt.

He knows you’ll always comply. He’s made sure of that.

With a last thrust in your mouth he pulls out just in time to paint your face with his hot spurt. You look perfect with tears streaming down your cheeks and his cum all over you.

“You did so good princess.” he praises you, and you smile up at him, “Go get cleaned up now, we’re watching a movie. You choose.”

You beam, and he knows you’ll choose one of those Disney movies you like so much.

Good girls always get a prize.

11.00 pm is your bedtime. Little dolls need their 8 hours of sleep.

You’re already fast asleep, and Bucky looks in complete devotion and adoration at your form. You’re so pretty, so perfect, so completely his.

You’ve been so good lately that he hasn’t had to punish or discipline you in more than six months.

You’re no longer the stubborn woman you used to be, the one that broke his nose and resisted all he’s put you through for months. You’re finally a little doll for him to own, love and care for. His little doll to dress up and play with. He’s especially happy tonight, because he knows you’ll love the reward for being so good this time.

It’s only taken Steve two years, because Sharon wasn’t as strong as you, but he’s done now.

Bucky knows how lonely you can get. Tomorrow you too will have a friend, another little obedient doll like you to play with.

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allegra-writes · 4 years

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"Bad Together"

Part I: Contact

Peter Parker x Reader

Teen and up

Warnings: language, UST.

"Baby, I'm preying on you tonight

Hunt you down, eat you alive

Just like animals"

Animals - Maroon 5

“Hey kid! Rough night? You look like shit…”

You sighed, turning away from your door to face your neighbour. Had it been anyone else, you would just have given them the finger and gotten inside your apartment. But not her. Not when she could have information for you.

“Gee, thanks Jess! You do know how to sweet talk a girl.”

The seemingly -deceptively- fragile brunette’s eyeroll could have rivaled your own signature one, as she kicked away from the wall and crossed the hallway in your direction.

“As if sweet talking would work on you…”

Despite your exhaustion and bad mood, you managed to munster a small sad smile as your mind wandered unbidden to another time, to what felt like another life.

And to a boy with warm brown eyes and even warmer skin.

"You'd be surprised…"

Jessica raised a questioning eyebrow, but you just shook your head.

"I have your payment, if that's what you're looking for…"

You said, changing the subject. Her face fell, causing your heart to drop to your stomach. You knew that look. The regret in her green eyes, the pity. You knew what she was going to say even before she opened her mouth. It wasn't really surprising after all: fourteen months without any clues, without any new developments or witnesses? She wanted to drop the case.

"Listen, kid-"

"No" you cut her off, your voice breaking no arguments, "whatever you're going to say, I won't accept it. I pay you, and you keep on looking for my sister. That's how this works. Let's not fuck this beautiful friendship of ours up."

You added, only partly sarcastic. You were perfectly aware that, as closed off and damaged as you both were, you were probably the closest thing to a friend either of you had.

And, for her part, Jessica knew that, if she didn't do the dirty work for you, you would be the one crawling up vents and climbing up balconies, sliding your way into seedy bars and even seedier alleys. You were stubborn like that. And truth be told, she had grown a little protective of you.

She pursed her lips, the wheels turning inside her head.

"Well then," she finally proposed, "What about you pay me when I actually find something worth paying for?"

It took your drowsy brain a moment to process her words. You were ashamed of the moisture that found its way to your eyes, the knot in your throat that didn't allow you to let out anything more than a weak "Jessica" as a reply. But you were too worn out to be able to keep the emotions at bay. It had been too long since anyone had shown you that type of kindness, gratefulness was not something you were used to feeling.

"I'm not giving up on the case," she promised, "but I'm not taking your money anymore. At least not until I deserve it."

She was telling the truth, you knew her enough to be able to tell that. If anything, she was going to work even harder to try and get the investigation moving.

"Thank you."

You really meant it.

"Don't mention it” she shrugged, downplaying it, like every good deed she made. "Now get inside and get some sleep. You look dead."

You did roll your eyes at that, missing her affectionate smirk as you disappeared through the door, muttering a laconic. "Yes, mom."

The darkness and quiet that greeted you inside your apartment felt like a soothing balm to your over stimulated mind, a much needed respite after your long, adrenaline filled evening. That was why you didn't even bother to turn the lights on as you let your backpack fall anywhere on the tile floor, stepping out of your sneakers and pulling your shirt over your head.

The cold early morning breeze sent goosebumps along your skin, bringing your attention to the open window.

You froze. You were always very careful not to let any windows open, Hell's Kitchen was a tough neighbourhood for a spoiled cat like your Selina to be out and about.

A flash of movement at the corner of your eye was all you needed before your senses went haywire again, instinct kicking in as you jumped high in the air to twirl and land a kick to the back of whoever was in your apartment. But the intruder was expecting it, dodging just in time and turning around to block your punch. Getting a hold of your wrist, the dark figure twisted and pulled you forwards until you fell, back flushed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around yours in a vice-like grip, effectively immobilizing you.

"Easy there, Smokey." A way too familiar voice breathed against your ear, "you're going to hurt yourself."

You stopped struggling against his grasp. Right. Of course it was him.

"Peter?"

His grip grew tighter for a moment, before letting go.

"Hello, Y/N."

Just like that, it all came back to you: The memories you had tried to repress, the feelings you had tried so hard to bury, washing over you like a flood, a tsunami hitting you hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs once again. As you took an unsteady step away from him, you prayed that Peter hadn't noticed.

"What are you doing here?"

"Nice place," Peter ignored your question, choosing to casually pace your living room instead. "Bit of a downgrade from the upper west side, though…"

"Fine," you scoffed, turning to him, "you wanna do small talk? Let's do small talk: what’s with the edgelord look?" You pointed at his tar-black suit.

"Biotech," the suit retracted from his face and head, reminding you of the nanobots suit he used to wear before Dr. Octopus destroyed it. "Do you like it?"

You shrugged,

"Stark industries?"

He shook his head.

"Horizon Lab."

Well, that was interesting. You knew the little, independent company owned by one of his ex-girlfriends had helped him manufacture a couple of special suits developed from his very own webs, after his emancipation from the Starks. But you had no idea they had reached such level of refinement, and you had a feeling neither did Fury.

"You like it?"

"You look… taller," You noted. That wasn't the only difference; his hair was longer, wilder, his shoulders wider, his arms far bigger than you recalled.

"You look exactly the same," he countered, as open as he had always been. "Just as beautiful as I remembered…"

You sighed, tiredly. You didn't have the energy for that — for his charm, his candidness. What was more, you weren't prepared at all.

No, you weren't prepared for this Peter. Your Peter. Not after what all that Fury had told you…

"What do you want, Peter?"

He leveled you with a look, his whole demeanor changing in the blink of an eye.

"I could ask you the exact same thing…"

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, Y/N. Don't play dumb with me, it doesn't suit you." His sudden bluntness surprised you, but it was more along the lines of what Fury had warned you to expect so it didn't completely manage to throw you off.

You crossed your arms, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Really, now?" Peter took a step forward, towering over you. "You don't? Hanging out at my spots, patrolling my neighbourhood, taking down my thugs?" He enumerated.

"Your thugs?"

"The kingpin is mine," he growled.

"Since when?"

"You fucking know since when!" You tried to hide your flinch at his rising tone, but he must have noticed because a moment later, he was closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, visibly trying to get a hold of himself.

"I thought Queens was your neighbourhood…" You spoke, trying to diffuse the tension after a couple beats had passed without him moving.

"Yeah, well," he shrugged, opening his eyes, "I relocated."

"So did I…"

"You did," he smiled. And just like that, he was back at being your Peter. "And you mean to tell me all of this." He pressed a button in his wrist, "isn't to get my attention?"

A hologram version of Jade's video started to play in front of your impassive eyes. And you might have thought your carefully constructed mask of indifference gave away nothing, but Peter could see right through it. You didn't seem surprised to see the video and that alone was enough proof for him to confirm his theory.

"Please, Smokey, security footage?" He smirked, "this isn't like you. You aren't this sloppy."

Another click and the video was gone.

"Well, this might come as a surprise to you, but everything isn't always about you."

"Then what's going on?"

"None of your fucking business!"

Before you could react, the floor disappeared from under your feet, and your back hitted the wall with enough force to rattle the windows.

"Like hell it isn't," Peter hissed, his weight pinning you upright. "Now tell me, what the fuck did you get yourself into this time?"

As you stared into his stormy eyes, heart racing inside your chest, unsure if the adrenaline coursing through your veins was because of the obvious threat in front of you, or for another reason entirely, you wondered exactly the same.

Your tongue came out to moist your lips, Peter's dark pupils following the movement.

"It's been over a year," you breathed out, all the fight leaving you. It was too much, his sweet breath fanning over your face, every inch of his hard body pressed up against yours, overpowering you, the slick texture of his new suit against your bare chest… it was intoxicating. You had overestimated yourself. "Why do you even care?"

"I will always care about you," he confessed softly, just as affected by the closeness as you. "I will always want you…"

You closed your eyes, trying to get your erratic heart under control.

"Maybe I don't want you anymore, Peter."

He pushed you harder against the wall, his forearm against your collarbone to prevent you from moving.

"Don't do that," he whispered, lips ghosting over yours. "Don't torture me."

"Peter…"

BAM.

You fell to your knees, hard, Peter's body suddenly no longer supporting your weight.

"Touch her again, and I'll kill you!"

"J-Jess?"

"Hey, kid. You alright?" Your neighbour barely even spared you a glance over her shoulder as she placed herself between you and a newly irate looking Peter, slowly getting up from the rumble of splinters of wood and shards of glass that used to be your coffee table.

"What are you doing here?" You asked in confusion.

"I heard a noise," she deadpanned, eyes never leaving the dark cladded vigilante. But to your surprise Peter merely raised his hands in surrender, the bulk of his rage vanishing the moment he understood the woman in front of him was only trying to protect you.

"This isn't what it looks like…" He tried to explain, but Jessica would have none of it.

"Yeah, sure" she scoffed. "Big guy, totally dressed, pinning a half naked girl to the wall in the dark... totally not rapey."

Peter flinched. She was right, he wouldn't believe himself either.

"Listen, you're Jessica Jones, right?" Recognizing the woman in front of him, suddenly your choice in real state made a lot more sense. "I am- I was," he quickly corrected himself, "Peter Parker. Your friend, Matt Murdock, he knows me… look, I'm not- I'm not a bad guy."

Even to his ears, he sounded unconvincing.

"Really?" Jess pointed at his black costume, "Cause you definitely look like a bad guy."

"I… Y/n, help me out here," he threw you a pleading look but Jess moved to the side, blocking you from view.

"Hey, fuckface!" She snapped, drawing Peter's attention back to her, "the only reason I'm not kicking your ass right now is because of Matt. But if I ever see you next to Y/N ever again, I'll break every single bone of your body. Twice. Now get the fuck out of here, before I run out of fucking patience."

"Y/N?"

You sighed, getting up. Away from him, and with Jess there as a boofer between the both of you, you were no longer under the influence and could clearly see exactly how fucked up the situation was.

"I think you should leave, Peter."

There was a flash of hurt in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a mask of indolence as he squared his jaw and turned away, letting the bio-suit close over his head again.

"I looked for her too, you know?" He admitted, before making his exit through the same window he had come in from.

You had no time to dwell on his words or anything of what had just happened, before Jess was on your face.

"That was Peter? Your sister's boyfriend, the one you told me I didn't need to investigate?"

You resisted the urge to shrink under her look,

"Yeah…"

"You told me he was harmless. That did not look harmless!"

You couldn't really argue with that, so you didn't. Instead you gestured at her to be quiet, as you reached past her to pick up your phone, your landline phone, the one you had never bothered connecting.

The one you knew was bugged.

With voice as clear and steady as you were able to manage, you spoke into the mic,

"Contact made. Awaiting further instructions."

To be continued...

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years

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Okay but vamp!harry x reader where the reader goes for a late night walk alone because she’s feeling anxious (Harry tries to insist on coming with but she says no) but soon he can sense somethings wrong and goes to look for her and finds her in a dangerous situation! I need protective vampire Harry 🥺

Disclaimer: Reader with ADHD, Vampire!H x fem!reader, cock warming.

Harry's been doing humanly things. Moreso trying for his little human whom he doesn't want to dissapoint when she's making ećlairs or pop tarts for him and all he knows is to eat them despite of being a helping hand. His fingers are magical —--- they relax her in the most livid way while he's feeding from her. Honestly, it's all she wants. Her making sweets for him and him pleasuring her in the most bizarre way.

But. Sometimes she get's emotionally exhausted that the physical activities looks like breaking a mountain for her and all she does is snuggle under the snoozy layers of her childhood blankets cuddling her cat to calm her down.

Now her tranquility is Harry.

It's one of those days. She's been feeling like a failure. An utter dimwit for not getting what's happening in her sociology class, why her neighbours are always grumpy with her and why she isn't able to study anything. It's depressing her.

Harry never left her side. She's like a honey gooed all over him not even letting him bring the pizzas he ordered for them, "Don't!" She squeaks in a weak voice catching his wrists and he sits back cupping the nape of her neck looking straight in her eyes to assure her with his whole existence, "'ey baby . . my sweet girl 'm not goin' anywhere. Delivery boy's been waiting outside -- just a mo', yeah?" He sponges a gentle kiss at her temple stroking her cheek to calm her down.

They've rented a VR receiver and alot of silver movies watching them while eating pizza. She giggles and Harry smiles goofily when he had to hit the receiver twice to make it work, "c'mon you should know how all of this work old man." He strides towards her pulling her up with armpits into his embrace and tickling hard.

"Old man huh!? Ol' ma —" He pretends to eat her whole and she squeals between her laughs, "'m sorry you're my man!" Huffs smugly giving her a breather and pecks her not twice but thrice. If he could kiss her all day. He would. She's his human. It surprises him sometimes when he's alone with his thoughts. He loves her to fucking bits and pieces.

When she's like this everyone and everything feels outta her reach. As if they're miles away from her and she's standing in barren cold. In the amidst of sappy movie she shrinks closer to him stuffing her face into his ribs wounding her leg around his abdomen and he makes her feel warm wrapping his arms around her to push her up on his thigh. Snapping his gaze down at her when the lil sniffs of her reached his ears, "What's wrong kitten . . . hurts to see ya like this baby. Love you so much." He never fails to promise that he loves her to core.

"'M jus . . . thinking tha –-- that when I'll die you'll be still here 'n . . . 'n y'would get so lonely." She hiccups without a break, "Dunno. Can't stop crying 'm sorry." She gives out an ugly sob into his chest. It's breaking his already feeble heart. God he could scream the affection to the moon he have for this girl. In such a tragic moment all she is thinking is about him.

He cups squishes both her cheeks with his calloused palms telling her to breath with slow gestures then when she's way better speaks in his softest voice, "My baby listen to me hmm? We're never thinking of future don't wan'ye to wreck ye'r beautiful brain for stupid deaths --- secondly too bad miss Y/N 'm gonna cling to ye like leech of your nightmares." He wipes her tears away ever so caringly and gives her eskimo kisses while she giggles snorting at the end when Harry brought his big goldfish orbs in the middle to make her laugh.

"'M glad to have you." She whispers smudging her wet lips softly against his's into a heart melting blood warming kiss and Harry shushes her when she whines clutching the hem of his sweater, "bite me? She asks politely rather than being batty as for she was being within past days rilling him upto extreme to get her neck and skin sprinkled with hickeys that turns into bites.

"Don't wanna hurt ye', lovie." He pushes her hair away peering down at her with pleading worried eyes, "you wouldn't. promise." He nods flushing her against his chest positioning her head into the crook of his neck. Making her hug him like a koala bear.

Rubs her back. Pats her hair. Sways her along him rather than the seductive warnings he used to give her. He's afraid. She's too fragile at the moment. He'd never forgive himself if something will happen to her, "'m gonna bite. Stop me if ye' don't want it o' hurts." He runs his palms at her sides making her all squirmy.

He pushes her fangs ever so gently to her sweet spot. If she's made of glass making her moan and tight her grip around him warming up his cock in his trousers. It's not always about you dumber. He scolds himself. Suckling lightly and pulling back in a pinch of moment. It's the first time he has almost pretended to drink from her. She's all sleepy in his hold. He carries her to bed and when tries to untangle himself so he could turn the telly off she whines not letting him.

Despite of these much blankets she's still feeling cold. From inside. It feels empty and she isn't liking it at all. Writhes and squirms causing Harry to ask, "ye okay there lovie'?" When she shakes her head with glassy eyes and a pout he understands.

"Cold." Is all she had to say and he's guessing the next, "in ye'r tummy?" When she bobs her head confirming he sighs softly pulling the elastic of his trousers down to free his dick getting rid of the item woving his calves with her, thighs between thighs and places a firm hand on her back moving his thumb into circles non-stop.

"Oh me lil dovlin' c'mere . . want me cock to warm ye up baby? 'S okay s' okay darlin'." He murmurs against her lips tugging at his foreskin hissing when the head of his thick cock gets pushed between their bellys due to approximty. Precome oozes from his strokes and he takes her panties off swiping his crown over her hole to lubricate her. Wounds his arm around the nape of her neck to lap at her mouth swallowing her whines and cries while sliding inside her compact walls twisting his stomach awfully, "shhh. shhh baby love. I got ya. Gonna take care of ye ---- try to sleep. I'll be waiting fo' ye in the morning." Once, situating himself deep and snug inside her. He keeps on embracing her like a little baby.

Next morning though she woke up happy. Harry made her brekkie. Special smiley pancakes with heart shaped eyes from the little strawberry toppings. He really took advantage of his time while she was snoring her ass off. A peach smoothie and cashewnuts. Fed Meowsie. Gave her his morning lovin'. They had the meal together.

He helped her learn some of her course. Then in afternoon made lunch together egg fried rice and stirred vegetables Y/N went to give some of it to their neighbours. Lady Nat asked her if she's okay cause she has stopped stomping in her flat and it made her feel good, weirdly.

Maybe it's seasonal sadness that she couldn't get out of it. Harry's in the kitchen cleaning up shelves when he hears the rustle of carpet. He peeks from the wall to find her pooling into a big hoodie and slipping into her shoes. He frowns throwing the rag away to walk towards her immediately, "where ye' goin' lovie? Ye' okay what happened?" He runs his hands over her shoulders to her hair making her meet his eyes.

She nods squeezing his wrists, "don't worry just wanna . . . take a walk — clear my head." Hearing this he quickly moves to wear his jacket.

"'M goin' with you." He declares and she knows if that'll happen she wouldn't be able to, "No. Alone." She fumbles with the strings of her hoodie. He sighs not fond of the idea brows knighting together thumbing at her jaw with concern screaming in his eyes.

"Can I mark you then?" He asks knowing what hides in the shadows of outside; creatures evil than his entire existence. He doesn't want to make her feel like she owes him explanations for her each and every movement but gosh does it scare him to his bones. She's the only person who could make him weak into knees and a mesh of puddle at the thought of even the thorn pricking her, "okie." She cranes her neck and it still amuses him she's exactly how she was when he first met her. That gentle rose under the moon meant for Harry to care and water with love.

After adorning her with a crimson mark and little peck he tugs her closer hooking his nose to her hair taking a good sniff of her cocoa scent, "keep your phone in ye' hand and don't walk through the cherry street." There's nothing there but stray dogs that she's afraid of. It's better he advises her.

"Ai. Ai captain!" She salutes him stomping her feet and he chuckles kissing her cheek wet-ly, "Go before I change me mind."

He wanted it not to creep it to his mind but it's not helping AT ALL. He's been restless and it's been fifteen minutes since she has left. He's sitting sunk into sofa with Meowsie snuggled under his chin while he shakes his knees, cracks his knuckles, combs his hair and groans into his palms. In short throwing tantrum like a toddler missing her already and constantly worrying about her. Something doesn't feel right at all. That gut wrenching horror of losing her biting him alive.

He mutters a fuck it going to look for her and bring her back home. He was right. He has always been. Good at instincts. For fuck's sake. He's a vampire!

Y/N was walking along the path which's the lead way to a park when a dark vibe gloomed over her head. The next she knows is she's being pinned to a wall with demonic eyes snatching at her soul: it takes her breath away outta horror.

"No wonder why Harry kisses the earth you walk on." He chuckles darkly accent an old Scottish and she gulps eyes stinging with tears, "I would to . . if I get to drink such sweet ripe blood." Her eyes widens when his fangs pokes out from his gums glistening under the lamp light.

She tries to kick him in balls to get rid of his painful grip when an angry growl echoes towards them loudly and the person who had her trapped wooshes from her sight in a bolt to ground making her shriek.

"She's not a fuckin' feeder stay the fuck away from her!!" Harry grits spitting venom. Choking the person under him, "tol' ya she's my girl and I'll shred everyone alive if they'll even breath in her direction." She has never seen him this furious. Tone harsh and snappy she never heard coming from him it makes her cry.

He had warned his fellows when the news of him spread that he has bonded to human. But well they've thick skulls.

The man under him just smirks pushing him away and coughing into his elbow standing up. "Whatever thought sharing is caring, Styles." Harry glares him resentfully. Fisting a punch at his side but stables himself when a dainty hand wraps around his fingers clutching tight.

He turns ducking down to her level cupping her cheeks and tries to examine her for any kind of injury, "ye' okay? Did he hurt you? Tell me and — " she rubs her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie shaking her head vigorously.

"No. 'M fine sorry should've listened to you." He puffs out a breath of guilt letting his forehead fall against her's, "don't be sorry -- it's none of ye'r fault baby."

"Glad you're safe." He whispers hugging her with the sway of bodies, "I love you." She tells him honestly tip-toeing to kiss him and it unfortunately reaches his silky jaw only.

"And all the things you do for me." He grins down at her. He lives on praises. The cheeky bastard.

"How about eatin' ice-cream while taking swings in the park?" He intertwines their hands warmly kissing her knuckles and she quips excitedly, "sounds great!"

AN: idk why read more button isn't working sorry for the bug.

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fafulous · 4 years

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Take Me Home - 5/5

Andy Barber x Reader (Post!Defending Jacob)

Summary: After the unfortunate events of the trial and after, a depressed Andy Barber decides to call it quits and start a mundane life far away from Newton. He decides it is best to have a fresh start away from prying eyes and alone, but he never thought his caring neighbor (and her son) would change all of that.

Chapter Warnings: MAJOR D.J. SPOILERS (BOOK Ending), Kinda filthy Smut (Do not read if below 18).

It was precisely at 1:57 AM when the notification of your phone echoed in your room.

I need you Y/N. Please.

You didn’t even have to think about what to do next while your heart took little leaps, fingers tapping away to make him come back to you. But the doorbell rang even before you could hit the send button.

Both of you stood by the door embracing one another. Thankfully, he wasn’t tearing up anymore, but a hint of sadness lurked over him. Without any further ado, you pulled him in to your house, making a beeline to your room.

“Where is Niko?” he whispered.

“He’s asleep. Come on now.”

Andy was desperate for your comfort, for your touch and you didn’t hesitate in anyway the minute you shut the door. He immediately lunged into you to give his bear hugs that you found so comforting.

“Hey baby what happened?”

“I was just thinking about it okay,” he whispered closely “how when my life started falling apart, you came into it and made it better. I realised how I was stupid enough to think that leaving you that day was for the best of me.”

“Shhhhh, it’s all forgotten okay?” You stood on his feet, something he always loved and pecked his dried lips. “It’s over and we’re okay now.”

“I know honey I just need you so bad.”

Andy’s lips entwined in yours with all the pent-up passion he had for you. He squeezed your hips gently, slowly moving you towards your bed. He needed a release, someone to cling on to and there was no one better than you.

You straddled Andy, trapping his sturdy thighs with yours and stole another hungry kiss. Grazing your fingers through his hair you then peppered kisses all over his face, earning soft grunts that sent butterflies to your stomach.

Andy still did that cute thing you adored, asking for permission to remove your clothes. Gladly you said yes while you tugged on his shirt too. You traced his naked, soft belly, making no attempts to avoid the soft chest hair in your finger’s path.

Andy hasn’t told you yet that loves you. But he also loves how receptive you are to his trail of kisses from the cups of your blue bra to your neck. He loves how your hands are trying to be all over the place at once, how his love bites look so sinful on your skin, how you just fit in his arms.

He loves how perfect you are for him.

Feeing him like this made your yearning even deeper; He needed to be loved right now and that’s all you were focussing on.

But before you could make him pliant under you, Andy had other ideas.

He leaves another trail of kisses down your breasts, biting the flesh tenderly that spilled over your bra. As much as he was needy, tonight he wanted to make everything about you as well.

“A-Andy what are you doing?” you whimpered as he never ceased his actions.

“Lay back honey, I wanna’ make you feel good. Is that okay?”

God, you wondered if this man knew how sinful he sounded.

He gently laid you down, your legs hanging down on the bed. He tugged your panties with just one of his fingers while he went up littering soft kisses on your thighs and wasted no time in licking your glistening heat.

When he started hearing your low, delicious whimpers, he licked a slow, hard stripe over your folds and then went on to kitten-licking your sensitive bud. He needed you, he needed to hear you more just to assure him that you were here at this moment.

“Mmm Andy,” your hands gripped on to his soft locks when he put both of your legs over his shoulders. He groaned louder over your folds when you pulled his hair harder; the vibrations of his lustful sounds sending tingles right there. His hands gripped you harder, going over your thighs which made you buck your hips shamelessly over his mouth. All of this invited you the feeling of his scruffy beard rubbing raw over your needy sex.

Midway he stopped and rested his cheek on your inner thighs to kiss them lightly, his beard tickling you earning a giggle mixed with a moan.

"Bubba don’t stop, I’m so-"

He loved it when you moaned out words while he wasted no time in alternating between licking and swirling your clit with his tongue. He felt you shuddering, content that you were being washed over by a wave of pleasure when he grazed his teeth gently over your clit. Your thighs squeezed his head when you came on Andy’s face, gushing shamelessly even though you knew the man between your legs was ready to lick you clean.

He did all of that with his mouth and nothing else.

But even when you came down from your high, he didn’t stop with his ministrations.

“Andy please-“

“Come on honey. Cum for me one more time please?” he peaked up like a cat, his beard a little wet, an innocent boy asking for permission…again. How could you say no to that face, especially if it was Andy Barber?

Especially if it was Andy Barber with his beard drenched with your sweet release?

You whimpered a pathetic yes and this time he lowered one of your thighs from his shoulders and pressed thumb over your clit, and began to rub and swirl it mercilessly. You thought he had played enough with your bud when he stopped playing with it. Instead he inserted one of his fingers inside you. He peeked over to look at you to see any sign of discomfort but didn’t find anything; Only your toes curling and your body arching off of the bed.

You heard the sexiest guffaw when you moaned to Andy’s finger slip inside you, hearing a raspy whisper. Still so wet honey. He was quick to ask you if that was okay. Such a gentleman even in bed.

But poor you could just whimper out another muffled yes.

Every time he stroked your walls with just his finger, you could only grip on to his hairdo harder and moan louder and louder. Imagine what it would be if it were two thick fingers of Andy Barber inside you?

You realised you had said it out loud when another delicious finger of his slipped inside your walls.

"Honey you’re so tight fuck.”

He pumped his fingers in and out of your rapidly when he felt your walls clench around his finger. Andy…Andy…oh god Andy. Everytime his name being moaned louder than before. Your body was quivering with need; you needed more and more of him.

Just before he asked you to let go, his tongue played with your clit for one last time (for the night), letting your body feel the pleasure of a second orgasm.

He crawled on to the bed, hovering over you to see your blissed out state. Seeing you sprawled, spent because of him made him flush with happiness. While you were still revelling in the glory of the orgasm, Andy placed more of his love bites on your neck.

All mine honey.

He placed a kiss on your forehead after wiping out the strands of hair stuck to your forehead from the sweat, lost in your eyes for a few moments…

He trailed down again now, devoted his attention to your supple breasts, kissing and kitten licking your cute nipples that he missed. Busy leaving a hickey between your valley, he hoarsely grunted when one of your hands grasped his cock.

Oh Andy was hard, rock hard. He needed to be inside you so badly, but what kind of a man would he be if he didn’t make love to you first.

“Y/N…”

“Lemme take care of ya honey… You’re so hard,” you whimpered.

“I will baby. Need to make you feel loved.”

That sunk your heart even though every inch of you was submerged in pleasure because of him. You couldn’t’ believe after this, he still felt the need to prove his affection to you. You pulled his face up to yours and kissed his pink lips that just fucked you to oblivion.

“I am bub, you’re here. You’re all I need to feel loved.”

Andy pressed his lips again and slipped in his tongue for an even hungrier kiss. Your hands reached his hair to tug on his soft curls of his hair; then slowly trailed to his back, nails grazing his toned muscles.

“I want you feel you Andy please-” you whined.

He pushed into you slowly, grunting and breathing heavily on to each other’s faces. Hands intertwined and sweet moans fell out of each other’s lips, Andy soon placing a line of kisses from your ear to the neck when you whimpered in pain.

“Does it hurt honey?”

“Fuck…no. Move Andy…”

Once you got adjusted to his length, he began to thrust hard but in a slow, agonizing pace.

“Mmhm.”

“I wanna give you more.”

You felt so enveloped and hot. Andy’s hands were still intertwined with yours; his head tucked your neck while he left horse grunts over your skin. and your legs hiked over his hip and thigh as he increased the pace. He began rocking in and out of you faster.

With every thrust you felt him and he felt you, his home, all you could do his hug him hard and roll your eyes back, while you chanted his name religiously. He tucked his head between your neck, biting and kissing the skin urgently. He loved his name more than ever now.

At that moment everything before was forgotten; broken marriages, lost children, and a fucked-up past.

It was just you and your Andy professing your love for each other where words couldn’t do justice.

You knew Andy was looking at you when he removed his forehead from yours while he still rocked his hips; the blue tint of his eyes visible even in this light. “I want to be yours, baby.”

More than the throbbing cock that was giving you a sweet pain, Andy’s vulnerability made you slip a tear from your eye and spread warmth all over you. “You are mine bub oh-”

Andy soon hit your sweet spot inside of you making you mumble incoherent profanities. His increasingly loud growls signified he was going to orgasm soon.

“Let go my love-”

Soon it was overwhelming for the two of you, screaming each other’s names loudly as you came over his cock, and then seconds later Andy’s spilling all over inside you.

He made love to you and professed his love to you. Overwhelmingly you let your tears fall only for Andy to calm you with a brush of his lips. He kissed you deeply this time, unlike any of his hungry kisses.

Bodies still intertwined, Andy rolled over after a while for he loved the feeling of his body over you, his forehead pressed onto yours. With a lovestruck gaze and uneven breathing he whispered how good you were to him.

But you couldn’t help but recall what Andy whispered into your ear as he came. “Andy,” your half-lidded eyes lost in his gaze, so overwhelmed with all the emotions you are at a loss of words, “Am I really your love?“

“Yeah…yeah you are.” Even though more tears sprang from your eyes, Andy knew its intimate nature that even your tears were a way of saying that you were going to be there for him.

“Don’t cry my love,” he still whispered, as if the moment was to be shared by you two alone in this cocoon of entwined limbs and hearts; too scared if he was loud, anyone would snatch this moment from him.

“You know something?”

“What’s that?”

A soft, breathy giggle. “You are my love too.”

A soft, hearty laugh. “That’s fucking fantastic then.”

Before you could rest for the night, Andy and you ran for a quick shower. Tired out by three orgasms by this specimen, he didn’t do anything else but take care of your needs again, cleaning you up under the warm water while his hands roamed all over your favourite scented soap.

Next thing you know you were dried up and tucked into bed with his grey sweater which you happily wore. You lazily tucked your head into his soft pecs, cuddling into him just to be held. Both passed out, tired even to wish each other a good night.

—

His phone alarm didn’t go off. Or maybe it did, and he just missed it because he just had the best sleep in weeks.

Andy stretched out and felt well rested after a very long time, grinning little by little as he recollected his last night events when he realised why he was naked in the first place. He rolled over to pull you into embrace, but his hands only met an empty side.

Hearing the soft padding of footsteps, he quickly put on his boxers and went underneath the bed again just so he doesn’t scar the child in the house.

Before he could stand to make the bed and find his shirt, you came in with Nikolai right in front of you with a tray filled with delicious smelling breakfast. He found his grey sweater on you. Only his sweater. "Suhpwise Wandi!” Andy felt warm for such a wonderful awakening given by you and your little boy. You even giggled when you saw how Andy took a mini sprint to the bathroom to brush his teeth, cursing his morning breath. (You weren’t even shy to check out how his boxers hugged his peaches.) He came back to the tray placed right in front of him and scooped your son into his arms. “Buddy, mom and you didn’t have to do this you know?” “I know Andy, I wanted to,” your voice still hoarse from the early awakening, “Besides there’s food for us too on this tray, right Niko?” “Pwankakes!” It was a perfect morning indeed. Andy relished the stack of pancakes with a generous amount of maple syrup (not before he quickly took another glance at you and winked at your glorious thighs on display). It seemed that at this moment the three of you were placed in a cheesy family novel: everybody pointing out their forks to feed each other and the only thing they could hear was giggles and mmmhm this is delicious mama. After Nikolai filled the room with the sound his burp, he went running away into the hall. Now you knew what was coming. In one swift motion he pushed the tray to the side and tugged you towards him and adjusted you onto his lap with your back to his. You couldn’t help but giggle when he nuzzled his face into your neck to pepper kisses and blow raspberries that sent tingles all over. “Is this okay my very own sexy thighs?” He asked, wrapping one of his arms around your waist. His morning voice must be worshipped alone. “More than okay Mr. Barber.” He was almost cradling you, sitting on his lap while his hands roamed over your hips and pecking over your sweet spot in the nape of your neck. It was then he noticed the litter of hickeys decorating your neck. He traced them gently with those fingers, every moment vividly coming now to his thoughts. The need you had for each other; the love that you had for each other was finally professed last night.

“No regrets about last night?”

“Oh, I’d be an idiot if I did.” You turned around and kissed him affectionately, hands roaming through his scruffy beard. A few seconds later you pulled away to say something that was all over your mind today morning.

“Last night… was mind blowing Andy.”

“I sense a ‘but’ coming honey.”

“It was more than that bub.” You leaned in closer scared anytime Niko could walk in. “Do you remember?”

“What’s not to forget Y/N?”

“I know I know,” you turned around on his lap, “We were at our most vulnerable last night and you came to me for comfort but still it was you who made love to me, you took care of me when I needed to do that.”

“I know that honey.”

“You also called me your love.”

“I could say the same thing but yeah, that’s ‘cuz you are.”

A statement of obviousness apparently. Andy was waiting for your reply seeing that you were holding on to something but also saw your quivering lips, giving him that puppy eyed look that screamed ‘you meaned every word of it didn’t you?’

“Come on honey, tell me what it is?”

You pushed him back completely towards the headboard and straddled his lap, taking a good minute to straighten your voice and talk to him. “I want to be there for you all the time not only when you’re vulnerable. I want this, I want you Andy Barber. I want these mornings with you. I want those afternoon siestas with you. I w-want those evening picnic time at the lawn with you. I want these vulnerable nights with you. I want a life with you Andy. I might be rambling, but I realised that life is too short for not giving chances-”

He silenced your racing speech with a deep kiss, his face pressed so closely to yours with his palms covering your cheeks, just like you loved it.

“Sweetheart hey. Relax okay? I know how you’re feeling and-”

“I really do love you Andy.”

“I really do love you too honey.”

Not another kiss pressed to your lips but, Andy engulfed you in his favourite bear hug, placing kisses on the crown of your head while you felt your body pressed onto his soft torso. After a while of wholesome hugging, a little grinding over his groin to tease him made him grip your hips tighter; enough pressure to earn a moan from your mouth.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish honey.”

“Who said I wasn’t ‘gonna.”

You began to roll over his clothed boxers faster, earning a grunt and a chuckle from your man and little Niko.

Niko?

“Mommy why you dancing on Andy’s lap?”

Getting caught red-handed did not have you prepared. Pushing Andy off of you even though you were literally sitting on him, made him hit his head harder on the headboard. You heard a loud ow, whereas you somehow in this process, you fell down to the floor hard on your knees.

The scene was so funny but either of you had no time to reach each other because of a hurt head and a bruised knee.

Niko ran to you after this mishappen, giggling all the way till he touched your knee. “Mommy you got a boo-boo. Did I scare you?”

“No bub, but- “

“Niko why did you remove your shirt?”

Andy surely asked that to divert the child’s attention to your naughty antics that took place just a few minutes back. But really now that he asked, you wondered why your boy removed his shirt. Niko convinced that he could remove his shirt since Andy isn’t wearing one right now. The logic of children astounded you.

Now you knew what you had signed up for. Days of trouble and happiness were ahead of you now as you sat on the floor facepalming with a feigned annoyance at your son’s logic. “He is imitating you and now I have to deal with two Andy Barber personalities?” You lifted an eyebrow teasingly at the bigger shirtless man behind you.

Andy joined you on the floor and hugged you, peppering hard, loud kisses on your cheek. You were waiting for Niko to get embarrassed and run away but he joined Andy in attacking your other cheek upon Andy’s kisses. The room was filled with the sound of lips pressing on skin and hearty, wholesome giggles.

“Yes, you do and don’t lie,” he paused between his kisses, “you love it.

—

Days move on with no qualms of insecurities and no shortage of love. Dinner nights are back, and everything seems to be normal you could never be even happier. Except for your little boy.

You should have seen this coming. He returned with a frowned face from his day care with Andy the following week. He noticed Niko’s behaviour on the way back, trying to cheer up the little one with food and toys, but he just didn’t seem to budge. That night he ate so poorly, refused to have his tea parties which was scaring you so deeply. Niko even slept off soon that day in his room; nightmares no longer threatening him.

But Andy didn’t want to take any chances of this situation, so he made Niko sleep with him and you that night. It took an hour worth of convincing each other that this was just a bad day for a three-year-old and it shouldn’t be much of an issue. Kissing each other on the forehead, the three of you went to sleep hoping everything would be fine the next day.

But it didn’t.

You got a call from the day-care, asking you to pick up your son because he was throwing an uncontrollable tantrum.

After handing over the library shift to your assistant and your new intern, you picked up a red eyed Nikolai. His nose was stuffy, appearing to have cried for a long time. You cooed into his ear, making him wrap himself around you like a koala bear and you spoke to the lady in charge.

Turns out at the day-care, the activity scheduled for that day was to draw a family picture. Nikolai was too conflicted and confused as to who to draw and began to cry. They asked you to take care of Niko and send him back to the day-care whenever he felt like returning. Although it was normal for kids to comeback home early due to tantrums like these, you couldn’t help but apologize to the lady in charge.

“No need to apologize sweetie. He is just confused. Talk to him okay? Take your time and send him whenever the little boy feels like.”

Buckling the little boy in his baby seat, you quickly exchanged text messages with Andy and got into the car. It was then Niko spoke up.

“Mama? I miss papa. Does he not wike he anymore?”

And there began the trouble.

How were you going to tell him he was never coming back?

—

Andy did not hesitate to finish his swimming classes early the minute he put down his phone from texting you.

When he reached home, you ran into his arms and told him what Niko had asked of her. You had to tell him, how much more can a three-year-old take in you wondered.

“I don’t know what I am going to tell him Andy. He is too little to understand this shit.”

A reassuring grip on your shoulders, Andy took in charge, “We’ll talk to him okay? There is no more you and me. It’s we. It is us.”

Andy knew this before, you were the first one to tell him that Chad told her over text that the chances of him settling down with his new girlfriend were high and him never coming back were high as well, but that if she ever needed the help his parents were available.

Good riddance Andy thought but quickly smacked his thoughts when he realised the repercussions it would have on Niko. In spite of that strained relationship, he was after all his dad and Andy didn’t need any lecture about the disappearance of a father son bond…

And so, you did with the help of Andy, explain to your son why his dad would never even do weekly visits, why it was going to be a long time. You tried to show the bright side of things how he could still visit his grandparents, but it hardly made his frown disappear. The child’s eyes soon become bloodshot red from hearing this news. Children only know how to hold on to someone and not to let go.

Andy didn’t have to ask you, but he silently understood and took it upon his shoulders to be a new father figure for Niko. After all he always saw Niko as his little son.

Niko stayed at home for a couple of days, both of you alternating your leaves to be with home or even at the same day, distracting him with a long road trip with Andy’s car that he loved. It was the first time he seemed to forget about his dad troubles completely.

The next day Niko and Andy spent the day together, bringing the little kid to work with him. He enjoyed himself at the kiddie pool with a yellow-blue floater. He seemed to enjoy swimming much more than Andy expected.

Later back home by evening after a while, he saw Niko happily drawing while reciting a rhyme he mustve learnt from day-care, but quickly hid the piece of paper when he saw Andy approach him.

“Buddy are you hiding something from me?”

“Yes. No. I was dwawing.” His inability to lie was adorable but that was a lesson to be learnt for another day.

“Ooh I see bubba, but won’t you show me?”

“Will you wike it Wandi?”

He kneeled on the floor where Nikolai was sitting and placed a kiss on his forehead, “Of course buddy. I always do like your drawings.”

He slowly handed over the paper to Andy. He was not expecting this at all.

His artistic skills were on display, a house that completely resembled the house especially the outside wall colour, a car that resembled yours and his black Audi, stick figures with messily scribbled hair that looked like him, you, and Nikolai.

He couldn’t miss the title of the drawing. My Famile.

“Will you be with mommy and me?”

He was not prepared for this drawing; he was definitely not prepared for that question. He picked up the child and placed him on his lap, “I am with you two aren’t I buddy? I always will be. Never going anywhere.”

“B-but can you be my daddy and mommy’s hubba?” Nikolai’s eyes weren’t meeting Andy’s. This kid was back to back asking questions that Andy didn’t expect to be asked about.

“You really want that bub?”

“Yeah, you’re cool and nice and don’t hit mommy,” he whispered with pleading eyes that melted Andy’s heart.

He embraced him. Such a smart boy for his age. But Andy already had his answers prepared beforehand that didn’t need much thinking.

“One day buddy, when mom says yes.”

Epilogue:

This was heaven. The feeling of his broad chest and the bump of his tiny belly on your back, thrusting in and out of your slick heat in a frantic pace. His hand threaded over your locks, gripping them while your moans drowned into the soft pillow covers.

Andy’s slow recovery over his mental health got his hidden sexual drives back and it was nothing but a positive surprise for you.

“Andy!”

The coil in you was going to break and you couldn’t wait to relish the hot spurts of his cum he would spurt over your body (a dirty little ministration that he loved). He leaned in closer to your ear, hoarsely whispering nothing but dirty, filthy words.

“You like that honey? You gonna cum for me?”

“G-gonna cum daddy.” (Another thing that found its way to the bedroom once Andy showed his kinky side to you.)

“Hold on baby, I’m also close mkay?”

Well, almost.

You never really believed in cockblockers and mood killers until you had a baby with Andy. It was nothing but the cries of your 10-month-old baby reverberating from the baby monitor placed on your side table.

Andy and you were removed from your sinful moment, feeling your love abruptly reducing his thrusts. You whined in annoyance; another orgasm missed this week, thanks to Jacoba.

“How many times has she cockblocked me?”

“Three."

Andy pulled out of you and placed a kiss on your shoulder blade to go to the sounds of his crying baby, but only to be stopped by you.��

"Let me go-”

“Nuh uh you are not going in front of our baby with your raging boner Mr. Barber.”

Grinning at you, he saw how you swiftly put on his shirt lying on the floor and made up to the baby. The baby monitor came to alive again; the echoes of two distinct cries now.

After a while, when his raging boner died down a bit, he made himself decent and visited the nursery. Five-year-old Niko was more than happy to share his room with his little sister but panics every time he hears his sister cry. You didn’t have to worry about Niko worrying once you saw Andy comforting him.

“All good buddy? She has stopped crying.”

“Yeah papa, just got scared a bit. Her cries woke me up so-.”

“Its okay bub. You go sleep now, it’s just eight.” He tucked him to his bed and patted him to sleep. He went over to you, breast-feeding Jacoba. It was a joint decision, to name your baby after Jacob. It just felt right.

“She is such a needy baby isn’t she, taking my mamma bear from me?”

“Of course, she is Mr. Barber, she is after all a baby. A cute one.” You traced her cheek with your other hand. She had her fathers nose and your eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know Mrs. Barber, babies have their own agenda.” He winked at you right before kissing you on the cheek. “I’m gonna get you some chocolate milkshake once ya done putting her to bed okay?”

You replied with heart eyes, lucky to get this man as your husband.

Andy and Niko proposed to you, with the help of Niko’s drawing of course. But unlike any other conventional proposal, Andy didn’t put you on the spot.

He debated and did this, not because Jacoba was being nurtured inside of you when he popped the question, but because it was something him as well as Niko wanted.

To be a Family

Niko clapped and screeched when he popped the question while your hormones took over you and you began to tear up. But much to his dismay he dozed off before he could know the outcome.

Completely unromantic, the proposal took turn to a healthy conversation and spoke over the insecurities over the institution of marriage and the obvious failure of your first ones; how the former broke off from a 20 year-old relationship and the latter had an experience that no woman had to go through.

“I want you to think about it okay?”

Andy’s hands were clasped by yours after a minute of silence. “What’s there to think about? The fact that we can have this conversation without blasting off our ugly emotions shows how perfect you are for me Andy.

You went over and sat over his lap, while he gently cupped the swell of your belly. “It’s a yes honey. I wanna be yours too.”

A small marriage ceremony at home; extremely simplistic to anyone’s taste but your neighbours and Niko’s grandparents were extremely supportive. No time for a honeymoon so Niko just went over to his grandparents for a couple of days while you two spent much more intimate, closer moments by chastising every room in the house.

Life for the Barbers went swell.

You remember Andy telling you that once you were in the other side of being in the prosecution stand, one could never go back to the profession of being an attorney. But as he grew with therapy, he realised the love he had for getting justice could never be erased.

It was hard bouncing back because of him having a dark spot on his reputation, but his restricted representation to children cases and his valid argument of “he didn’t actually kill anyone” impressed a few.

He got back on track with his few cases, while he had the time to balance caring for Nikolai and Jacoba.

Then came another news that you weren’t actually expecting. Andy soon gave you the news that his old house was being leased out, and you were just curious as to why it was being done.

“So, what do you think?”

“Why not sell this place?”

“Oh, I don’t know love. Something tells me we’ll need it in the future.”

Now that piqued to your interest even further. “What do you mean?”

Andy shrugged his shoulders in playful innocence, “When the time comes and you know, I save enough, we can merge these plots and make it a big home for our big family in the future?”

“Big family huh?” You couldn’t help but shove his shoulders playfully. Who knew into a year of marriage this sexy, witty hunk was thinking about a big picture?

Andy’s eyes twinkled, “I sense some hesitation Y/N.”

“Well yes?”

Face drooped so quickly that you didn’t know it was possible, “Oh well we can stop with Jacoba perhaps-”

You cut him off with wrapping your hands around his shoulders, his face instantly beaming when you giggled. “Nah bub. You are not going to save. We are. And maybe” you trailed his soft belly, “we don’t have to stop with Jacoba. But we got to do it before you get more than 100 strands of grey hair. I already see them popping up barber.”

Another embrace of lips over excitement, looking forward to how this road takes you.

Few weeks later, the both of you stand in front of the now empty house.

“So, what next Mr. Barber?”

“We work, we love and cherish every moment Y/N.

“Such a sap you are Barber, who ever knew?” He laughed at that, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and linking your hands with his.

“Let’s go home honey, take me to our home.”

You wanted to laugh at his dramatics, asking you to take him home even if it’s just 20 steps away. But if Andrew Stephen Barber, the love of your life, asks you to take him home, you take him home.

–

a/n: Fin! Thank you all! Love you!

#Andy Barber #Defending Jacob #Andy Barber Imagine #Andy Barber x reader #andy barber imagines #Andy Barber Smut #Chris Evans #Chris evans imagine #Chris evans x reader

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mxchellesworld · 4 years

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𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; 𝐀 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

***

You woke up in the warm embrace of your two favorite people. They took their promise of not going anywhere literally which made you giggle. You tried your best to wiggle out of their arms without waking them up. Looking back you admired the way the sun was trying to shine through the curtains. The little slivers that made it through highlighted the golden aspect of their hair. After a few minutes of observing you made your way to their kitchen.

Looking in their fridge and cabinets you saw there were all the right ingredients to make a full breakfast. Without making too much noise you ended up making plates full of pancakes with eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. You made sure to bring out the pot of sugar so that Spencer could drink his liquid sweetener.

Once everything was done you skipped back to their room and crawled back into the empty center space you left. Getting on your hands and knees you leaned forward to pepper both their faces with little kisses. Spencer stirred awake first and pulled your lips to meet his properly.

You let out a laugh as you were pulled away by Cat to do the same. Pulling away you sat back on your knees, “There is a full breakfast waiting on you guys on the table.”

They both perked up at the thought of food which made you smile. You scooted of the bed and made your way back to the kitchen taking your seat at the table. They joined you in a few minutes and dug right into the stack of pancakes.

“How’d you sleep princess? Are you feeling alright?” Spencer asked between chews of a strip of bacon.

“It was good, I feel a lot better than I have been which is weird because of,” you trailed off not trying to relive the memory, “um yeah.. how did you guys sleep?”

“Very good until the kissing fairy decided to make herself known,” Cat responded hiding her smile behind her coffee mug.

“Hey!” you said pointing your fork at her, “I’ll make sure neither of you touch these lips again,” you threatened.

“Woah woah woah don’t add me into this, I don’t deserve such a cruel punishment,” Spencer said holding his hands up.

“You guys can just kiss each other.” A thought popped up in your head, “Wait I’ve never seen you guys kiss. Is it because of me?” you asked, “I mean I wouldn’t mind it. Thats kinda hot.”

You looked up to see them blushing and you laughed, “Don’t tell me a little kissing makes you nervous.”

“What no. Jeez are we in middle school or something playing truth or dare,” Spencer said.

“Ok, then kiss,” you egged them on.

“I didn’t realize you were in charge here angel,” Cat said squinting her eyes at you.

You tried not to let the shivers she gave you become transparent, “Well I am. So both of you get up.”

They both shared a look then burst out laughing. You pouted as they dismissed your efforts to take charge. Yeah maybe you weren’t the most intimidating. And maybe they brought out the needy little submissive in you. But you had plans and you were going to see them through if it was the last thing you did.

You stood up and put your hands on your hips, “Up.”

“What,” they said in unison.

“Get the fuck up. I’m in charge today,” you left them with their mouths gaping open as you walked into their room. You settled on the center of the bed with your head on the pillows.

“I’m waiting,” you yelled loud enough for them to hear. Soon enough you heard shuffling and they made their way into the room, standing at the edge of the bed.

“Strip,” you commanded in your most powerful voice.

Surprisingly they followed your orders and started taking off their clothes. You watched them with hungry eyes as they got down to nothing. You were starting to understand why they liked being in charge all the time, this was exciting.

You crooked your fingers in a ‘come here’ motion and they got on the bed. One on either side of your spread legs.

“You know what I want,” you said looking between each of them. Slowly they leaned forward and their lips connected. You took your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight in front of you.

You were in awe at the aggressiveness. The way Spencer’s large hands encased Cat’s face as their lips clashed together. Your thighs started to rub together, trying to relief the ache that was starting to grow between your legs. Soon they broke apart and sat there breathing heavily, waiting for your next orders.

“Cat come here,” you said holding your arms open for her to settle her back to your chest.

“Spencer I want you to eat her out and make her cum. But Cat,” you said whispering in her ear, “you have to ask me before you do.”

He quickly got into position, putting her legs over his shoulders. You and Cat moaned at the same time. She moaned from the feeling of Spencer’s wet tongue on her clit and you moaned from seeing the action before you.

Your hands wrapped around her body and you played with her breasts. Her head fell back as you toyed with her nipples, rolling the peaks in your fingers and pinching them. She let out a symphony of moans from both ends of pleasure she was feeling.

One of your hands moved to grab her cheeks like she’s done to you many times before, “Open your fucking eyes and look down at Spencer. He’s being so good for us right now. Tell him,” you gritted in her ear.

“You’re doing so good Spencer fuck,” she whimpered out, “I’m so close.”

“Aw you’re close. Are you gonna cum all over his tongue?” you mocked her.

She frantically nodded her head and begged you to let her cum. Her legs were squirming over his shoulders and her chest was heaving. You decided to be merciful and let her cum.

“Let go baby. Let me hear you when you cum.”

She let out loud moans and curses as she came. Her back arching off your chest. Spencer slowly stopped his motions. He got up and sat back on his knees. You noticed the way his cock was standing at attention. The tip was red and leaking with precum.

Licking your lips you slowly got out from behind Cat, having her take your spot. You motioned for Spencer to lay down and you went to straddle his hips. Your lack of panties made him groan as you trapped his cock between your folds, sliding back and forth on your mixed slick. You pulled off the big t-shirt and threw it to the side.

His hands moved to your hips but you quickly moved them and held them above his head, “You don’t get to touch unless I tell you to,” you said leaning down so your face was inches from his.

His hips bucked up trying to gain more friction. Each time he did you would lift yours so he would grind up against nothing. Your hand moved to grasp his neck. You didn’t have it in you to add pressure but the action alone made him stop.

“Tell me what you want Spence. I wanna hear you beg this time,” you smirked.

“I want you to ride my cock. Please,” he whined out.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his swollen lips, you moaned being able to taste Cat on his tongue. You teasingly grabbed his cock and rubbed it between your folds before sliding down his length.

You both let out sighs as you got all the way down. Slowly you started to rock your hips. His pelvis rubbing on your clit nicely. You knew it wasn’t doing much for him but to you it felt amazing.

“Please go faster Y/n,” he begged.

“You want me to fuck you Spencie? You wanna see my tits bounce as I ride your cock?” you said in fake sweet voice.

“Please Y/n I need it so bad,” he pleaded.

Without responding you started to bounce on his cock. Every time hitting your g-spot perfectly. You let go of his hands and moved them to cup your breasts. You looked over to see Cat pumping her fingers inside her dripping pussy.

“You like this Cat? Tell me I look pretty riding his cock,” you said between moans.

“You look so pretty angel,” she said darkly.

The name and her tone threw you off your rhythm. That was enough time for Spencer to flip you on your back. You yelped as he slammed into you repeatedly.

“You know you’ll never be in charge princess. You’re to desperate and mouthy,” he said punctuating each word with a thrust. He noticed you were about to speak and covered your mouth with his palm.

“I don’t wanna hear a single word out of you unless unless it’s my fucking name. Understood?”

You quickly nodded and let out a loud moan that was bubbling in your throat. You looked over to see Cat still fucking herself with her fingers. Two fingers on one hand were plunging into her while the other was quickly rubbing her clit.

“Spencer’s doing so good for you angel, why don’t you tell him,” she said mimicking your words.

“You fuck me so good Sir. I’m gonna ah cum. Please!” you mewled out.

His hand dipped down to rub your clit, “Cum on my cock princess,” he said lowly.

With that the damn broke. You trembled as the pleasure washed over your body. Even with your pounding eardrums you could hear Cat’s moans as she came a second time. Above you Spencer’s thrust grew frantic as he came deep inside you. Your pussy squeezing and milking him for every drop.

You all laid there catching your breathes, bodies sticky from the post sex glow.

Getting up on your elbows you looked up at them, “So how’d I do?”

𝐚/𝐧; 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #cat adams x reader #cat adams smut #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds smut #chellewrites

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the-lady-of-stars · 3 years

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Honey, Honey

Javier Peña x Reader x Steve Murphy

Warnings: A sickening amount of fluff maybe but that's about it.

Summary: It's your turn to pick the film for movie night, so naturally you go with a classic- Mamma Mia

Request: "Hi! Can i request poly Javi x reader x Steve where the reader makes the boys watch her favorite movie (maybe like twilight or something cheesy) and they make remarks and jokes about it the whole time to mess with her and she jokingly starts a pillow fight to shut them up and just something really fluffy? thank youuu❤️ ~nonie🦋"

A/N: Hope you enjoy nonnie! Thank you for such a sweet request! Also I went with Mamma Mia bc for some reason I've never gotten around to watching Twilight

[My Narcos requests are still open for Steve and Javi- I write fluff and angst :) ]

The rules were set. You, Steve and Javi would alternate turns to pick the movie for movie night, and when someone picked one the others weren't allowed to complain about it. Of course, the no complaining rule was never abided but still- it was your turn to pick and your boys would have to deal with it.

While they were getting together beer and snacks you rummaged through your handbag for the tape of tonight's rental - a classic- Mamma Mia. Rom-com, musical, what more could you ask for. Sure, you could have picked some heavy fast-paced action film with an in-depth plot, but extensive hours at the DEA lead to you long for a temporary escape from gunfire and car chases- so Mamma Mia it was.

You slid the tape into the player before retreating to the plush couch and settling down next to Steve. His eyes softened and the stress visibly melted from his face as he looked down at you, a warm smile tugging at his lips. He moved his hand to your chin, tracing a thumb along your bottom lip tenderly before leaning down to repeat the action with his lips, capturing them in his own.

"Hey," Javi's gruff voice interrupted, "no funny business, it's movie night."

"Aww, y' jealous, Peña?" Steve drawled, not lifting his eyes from your gaze as he caressed your skin.

The last thing you heard was a huff before you found yourself tilting backwars with a yelp, Javi bending you back from Steve and pulling you into a passionate kiss. Where Steve's was soft and calming, Javier's was rough and possessive, claiming your lips with a swipe of his tongue. He pulled away with a smirk, leaving you panting breathlessly.

"Me? No, 'course not."

You watched, slightly dazed, as Murph rolled his eyes and flicked a piece of popcorn in Javi's direction, the latter catching it in his mouth with a wink.

"Stop distracting me, it's movie night," you whined, settling back into your space in the middle of the couch.

"What'd you pick, anyway?" Steve asked.

You smirked as you hit the play button, knowing they'd be suffering for your enjoyment for the next two hours.

"Ugh, God" Javier groaned, palming over his face, "another fucking musical."

Steve burst out laughing at the grin on your face, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and squeezing you closer against him.

"Shhhhh- no complaining, Jav, you know the rules," you laughed at the pained expression on his face as he turned his eyes to you from over his hand.

"Fine, fine- okay, just- get it over with."

You grinned, shifting to lie with your head in Javi's lap and your legs in Steve's. You watched as Javi tried to keep up his façade of being grumpy, failing miserably at the sight of your excited eyes beaming up at him, a smile pulling at his mouth.

Three sets of eyes turned to the telivision as the opening number played. You made it about 15 seconds in before Javier began to complain.

"See, why does everyone have to start singing, like what's that about-"

"Shh!" you hushed him, feeling Steve's chest shake as he laughed.

Javier groaned as he took in the lyrics of the song, eyes squinting as he shook his head.

"A love machine? Hells that supposed to mean? I feel like if you're being mechanical in bed it can't be that go-"

"JAVI!" you whined, swatting at his chest.

"Okay, okay, fine, I'll shut up," he raised his hands in surrender.

You got about ten seconds of blissful silence before-

"I think I'd describe myself as a love machine-" Steve started.

"That's not a good thing, Murph, like I said-"

"OHH, will you two please just let me watch the film in peace," you groaned, tipping your head back in defeat.

"Yes ma'am," Steve grinned, petting your thigh lovingly with soft strokes and squeezes.

For the next little while the boys were quiet, Steve still stroking your thigh while Javier played with your hair.

Until Javier once again...

"Why'd they hire that guy, he really can't sing- I mean listen to him!"

"Ah ah ah, I will not accept any Pierce Brosnan slander, thank you very much." You quickly interrupted him, poking a finger up at his chin.

"He is good lookin' though, I mean look at those eyes-" Steve rose his eyebrows and motioned to the screen.

"Isn't that guy almost 70 now?" Javier complained, looking at Steve in disbelief.

"And? Your point is?" you objected. "He's a total DILF!"

Javi sighed deeply, throwing his head back and shaking it lightly.

"Yeah, I'm with her on this one," Steve agreed.

"'Course you are," Javi stated before mumbling "ass-kisser" under his breath.

Javier resigned himself to suffering in silence for the rest of the film, grumpily shovelling handfuls of popcorn into his mouth.

Meanwhile you and Steve were working at the drinks, downing more and more until you became so invested in the musical it became a karaoke. Meryl Streep, as much as you loved her, couldn't hold a candle to Murph's drunken and off-key rendition of 'The Winner takes it all', Javier pretending not to be entertained as you rolled in laughter in his lap with tears streaming from your eyes.

Two hours later the credits finally rolled, causing Javi to sigh in relief. That was, naturally, until the post-credits tune Waterloo began, invoking yet another karaoke rendition from Steve and yourself, Steve holding you upright on your knees on the couch chest to chest.

"Please, no more, you two sound like street cats fighting over the last scrap of meat."

Steve gasped in mock offense before lifting on of the throw pillows and lobbing it in Javier's direction.

"Oh you wanna play it that way, huh? Pillow fight? Like a little girls' sleepover? Well if you're gonna be like that-" Javi leapt up and whacked the pillow against the top of Steve's head. Steve retaliated by launching his body on top of Javi to lie on his chest, taking you with him. Sandwiched between the two play-fighting men you could do little but laugh as they wrestled each other.

Steve grinned as he caught the sensitive spot on Javi's side, causing the latter to laugh heartily at the ticklish feeling. At the look of amusement on your face, Javier turned his attention to you, an idea forming in his head.

"Oh, yeah? Think that's funny do you, baby?" Javi made eye contact with Steve, gesturing for the two of them to shift their attention to their girl. Steve caught the hint, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Guess we'll have to show you just how funny it can be, huh?" Steve simpered.

Javi rolled so that you fell from his chest onto the couch, the two men now resting in a push-up position above you.

"No, no, no- please-" you begged, but it was too late. Two sets of hands skimmed across your skin, instantly locating all of the most ticklish spots as you wailed. Your chest convulsed in laughter, the sound of it mingling with theirs as tears sprang to your eyes.

"Okay- I surrender- please, please!" you sobbed. They finally took mercy on you, stopping their attack and leaning down to lie almost on top of you.

Both boys pressed kisses to all the flesh they could reach around your face and neck, allowing you to feel their smiles against your skin.

You raised both hands and laid one on each of their heads, petting them with all the love you held.

Javi shifted to hold his face over yours, a tender look in his eyes which stole the breath from your lungs. He sent a knowing smile at you then leaned down to capture your lips, the kiss slow and deep. He stroked your cheek, slanting his mouth to meet yours even further. A whimper interrupted your kiss, a jealous Steve nuzzling your jaw with his nose. You laughed breathlessly, beckoning him towards you with a gentle "C'mere, Murph."

Steve headbutted a grumbling Javi out of the way before stealing your lips for himself, the kiss just as meaningful and passionate as the first. He whined into your mouth as you tugged lightly at his hair, his tongue flicking against your lip. His breath brushed against your mouth as he panted longingly.

"Stop hogging, asshole," Javi fussed, trying to wedge his way back to your mouth.

It was going to be a long night, but you'd never complain. You loved them, and you could feel just how much they loved you.

#javier pena x reader #steve murphy x reader

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a red star (bokuto x m!reader)

KINKTOBER DAY 3

summary: you met bokuto when you got recruited into MSBY. Ever since he’s seen you play on court, he’s been in awe at your setting skills. He’d even go as far to say you’re better than Atsumu.

a/n: I THINK I WILL MAKE A PART TWO TO THIS teaser coughmattsuncameocough

warnings: bondage, smut

word count: 2.3k

When he first saw you, he didn’t think much. Actually, he missed you during the welcome ceremony, and only realized that you had been on the team when they asked you to sub in. Of course, no one expected the reserved new guy to be this good. You blew everyone away with your precise setting, bringing out the best out of every hitter. Your style seemed almost… familiar.

Being Oikawa’s apprentice meant that you were bound to be a perfect setter, only getting better and better each time. Atsumu would’ve taken you as a threat, however, you declined the spot as a starting setter and shocked everyone. Really, you joined just because you were bored. Your interest in volleyball peaked in highschool when you got Aoba Johsai first place in your third year, after that, you didn’t really know what to do.

You took a year off of volleyball and upon getting in touch with Oikawa and saying you gave up, he swore at you for wasting his special setter secrets and told you to get back on court, or else he’ll fly back and drag you back into it. It wasn’t like college was fun, you burnt out and was in need of something else to do other than study and sleep.

“___-kun!” Bokuto yells after you as you grab your bag, ready to leave.

You hear a few snickers, knowing where this is going. The members pitied you, you were going to be stuck with him for hours. When you realize what they meant, you notice that Atsumu was already long gone. Ah. The bright eyed man jogs over to you excitedly. His face was beaming, you’ve never met someone this energetic after a long tiring practice. You tilt your head questioningly. The contrast between the two of you was comical, it was like a golden retriever standing beside a cat.

“Say, ___-kun, mind setting for me for a bit?”

You would rather just go home, but what was there to do at home? Besides, it might be a good way to get to know some of the members better. Bokuto struck you as an airhead, that was easy to read. Academically, not the brightest, but with volleyball? He was quite good at what he did.

“Sure, but you owe me a favor. But i’ll warn you beforehand, are you sure you wanna do this?” You look at him with a cunning smile.

Bokuto smirks, not knowing what that meant or what he was getting himself into, “Yea, yea sure, easy.”

You sat down, criss-crossed on the setter sweetspot, making Bokuto question what you were doing. You motion him to get to the cart to toss you some balls to set. He was hesitant, but did it anyway. It wasn’t until he blindly jumped, before he knew it, he had spiked a clean line shot, almost faster than Hinata and Kageyama’s freak-attack back in highschool.

He was left speechless, staring at the spot that was barely in the line. He knew that was intentional. He looks at you before looking back and then back at you. You gave him a lazy smirk.

“Holy shit! That was the best set I’ve hit in a while-” He gushed.

By the end of it, you had tired out Bokuto, something no one was able to do. You however, wanted to keep going but pitied the exhausted outside hitter. You insisted that you would pack up, to which he says he owed you another. He shouldn’t have said that.

Now, everytime after practice, he didn’t have to ask you to do some extra practice with him because you were already standing at your position, waiting for him. After a while, Bokuto begged you to switch spots with Atsumu, claiming his sets weren't as good as yours and didn’t feel as good, however you declined and apologized, saying you’ll make it up to him by giving him a few sets after practice. This only made Bokuto yearn for your setting even more. He grew to love your company, you kind of reminded him of someone.

The team saw you as a pair, you were always being followed by the fond silver head everywhere you went. He even started hanging out with you and going over to your apartment when he had freetime. You were studying at the library? Bokuto would be next to you napping. You were eating lunch? Bokuto would be next to you gobbling down the bento you made him. Surprisingly, you even taught him how to do simple accounting and taxes, so he didn’t need to worry about them anymore. With you, Bokuto learned more about things other than volleyball.

You kind of liked his company, you would’ve thought you hated someone who’s loud and outgoing like him, but you actually liked the noise. It was better than deafening silence. Especially after the incident between you and Matsukawa in highschool.

You look over at Bokuto who had his head in his palm, he worked on the math problems you gave him to keep him occupied since he was bugging you about being bored. By now, you had accumulated over 25 favors, and you haven’t cashed in one of them.

“I’m gonna take a shower, there’s food in the fridge if you’re hungry.” You say, grabbing your towel before proceeding to your bathroom.

He hummed in response, keeping his attention on the paper, eyes growing tired. It was fall and the air was getting chilly. Sadly, you didn’t have a heater, he wondered how you survived winters. As night fell, he grew more cold. Surely borrowing a top wouldn’t hurt right?

He searches your dresser, until finally he pulls out a black sweater. His eye catches onto the bottom drawer next to his feet. Something red was stuck between the wood. He furrows his eyes, curiosity making his hand open the drawer. His eyes widened at the numerous amounts of rope. What did you need all of this for?

He pulls them out, inspecting the red material between his fingers. He opens the neighbouring drawer, where you stored more rope of different colors. You had a special drawer for red rope, how interesting. He truly couldn’t figure out what you needed all of this for.

“Did you finish your math…” You stop in your tracks.

Bokuto flinches at your voice. Blushing when he realizes that he had been caught snooping around. You didn’t know what to say, should you lie or say the truth? You were going to ask him anyways, so you hoped he wouldn’t be too weirded out. You approach him, taking the material from his grasp, staring at it.

“What do you use these for?”

He could see your eyes darken, eyes moving from the rope to his crouched figure on the floor, looking up at you with those big yellow eyes. You were gone. The innocent look in his eyes drew out the monster in you. The monster was born because of him. You had become what you hated yet loved.

“Hey… Bokuto-san, how about I cash in a favor?” You smiled sweetly, pulling out all of the red rope.

Bokuto nervously looked at you laying out the rope from short to long. Well of course, he promised you, and you were his friend. But what were you going to do to him? He only hoped you wouldn’t hurt him, you would never… right?

Your eyes were on him, waiting for an answer. There was something hidden behind your kind face. He didn’t say anything, nodding before getting up from the ground. You motioned him to come sit on your studying chair, and he obliged. You cupped his face, enjoying you proximity to him.

Bokuto’s eyes widened when you pressed your lips to his. They flutter close when he realizes he liked the feeling. You tasted sweet, like the muffins and chocolate you had been eating. Despite you being an athlete, you had a pretty bad diet, you really didn’t care if it would affect your performance.

“Bokuto-san… Are you sure you want to do this favor?” You pull away, keeping a hand on the side of his neck as you stroked his hair and god did it feel nice.

“A-ah… It’s only fair. You spent your free time on me.”

His answer made you smile. You return your lips to his, letting your hands run from his cheeks down to his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath his shirt. Oh to see him restrained, you wonder what his face would look like. Your hands travel lower before your fingers hook themselves on the hem of his shirt and pull them over his head. He lets his hand ghost over the sides of your thighs until they reach your hips, that’s when he pulls you onto his lap as his lips ravish yours.

“I-i’ve never done this before…” Your eyes widened in surprise, you didn’t think he was a virgin since he was so popular.

“It’s alright, I’ll take care of you.”

“What are you going to do with those?” He questions when you get up from his lap and move over to the variety of ropes on your bed.

“Tie you up of course!” You say happily. Bokuto didn’t know if he should be scared or aroused, strangely both. He didn’t peg you for the freaky type, he joked in his head that it was always the quiet ones.

“Take off your pants.” He looked down at him, he felt small under you, being towered over as if he was prey.

He did so immediately. Something was off about you, he knew to not deny you and did everything you asked. They way you held his wrists together behind his back, silent tying them with the red rope in pretty patterns. He figured you’ve done this many times before by how quick you did it. He looked at the way your fingers made intricate shapes when you moved to his torso, he found it strangely arousing that you were tying him up without much information about what you were going to do to him. He could feel his dick harden, blushing when you notice and smirk at him.

“Bokuto-san, is this fun to you?” You ask in a sultry voice.

He blushed, looking away from you before nodding. You gave him a kiss on the cheek, running your hands over his hard thighs, enjoying the feeling of soft skin under your fingers. You spread his legs, making him redder by how you were exposing him. You grabbed more rope, tying his legs to the chair until he was completely imobile. Bokuto shut his eyes in shame by how much he got hard over this.

Bokuto’s eyes open when he sees a flash of light and the sound of a polaroid being produced. His eyes innocently look up at you as you take another. You had to keep a record of your artwork. You show him when the photo finally develops, making Bokuto flustered when he sees his leaking cock.

“Bokuto-san, you’ve been so obedient and good for me, I should reward you don’t you think?” You carelessly toss the polaroids and camera onto your bed, before getting on your knees, eye level at his throbbing length.

He nods rapidly, “P-please ___ just touch me please…”

You grin, gingerly taking his cock in your hands and letting your forefinger run over his slit, urging it to produce more precum. You hear Bokuto hiss when you slide your thumb around his tip with pressure, spreading his arousal all over the head.

You gave him a few experimental strokes, to which you got breathy moans. He was sensitive. You chuckled, kissing his tip, the bitterness not bothering you when you licked your lips and tasted him. You knew he was trying his best not to buck his hips and beg you, as a reward, you encased his tip in your warm mouth before quickly bottoming out.

Bokuto released the most sinful moans, making you hard at the thought of him cumming down your throat. You didn’t need to use an extra hand, you had no gag reflex meaning you could easily deep throat him. It drove him insane each time you moan around him. You surprise him, every time he hangs out with you, he learns something new about you.

“___-... it feel s-so good…” He chokes.

He was trying to move and run a hand through your hair, however, he whines even more when he remembers he’s tied down by pretty red material. With each drag of your hot tongue against his throbbing cock, he feels his release come closer and closer. To see your senpai fall apart and tremble before you fed the monster inside you and fuel its insatiable lust.

When you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, you released his length with a pop, making the silver haired man whimper at the loss of contact but you quickly replaced your mouth with your hand, stroking his cock vigorously. Your mouth was wide open, tongue dangling out in anticipation for him to paint your tongue and face white. Bokuto releases a loud moan, as his balls and abs tighten, spurting his seed onto your tongue. You keep pumping him, milking him dry. Some of his seed was in your hair, you just took a shower but you didn’t care. You swallowed everything he offered, even collecting the cum from your face and swiping your fingers onto your tongue to lick them clean.

“_-__..” he grunted.

“Bokuto-san thank you for being so nice and willing, you did so well.” Your praises made his heart beat faster.

You look up at the exhausted man through your lashes, with a mischievous smile on your face, eyes drinking in his expression. You let your cheek rest on his thigh, closing your eyes as you think about how much you’re going to enjoy playing with Bokuto more. He looks down at your content figure, his face going red at realization of what you two had done. He let you take control because he had to return your favor. But if the situation wasn’t how it is, he’d use you how he pleased.

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