#so my hands keep trying to move towards that motion even when im holding something

[onebookcharacter]

bad mental health ramble in the tags don't mind me

[antiwhores]

The rubble smells underneath this building. The smell of dirt, dust, and suit. It’s intoxicating, almost. What’s more intoxicating? Katsuki Bakugou’s scent as you straddle him.

About 2 minutes ago, a building started to fall down right in Bakugou’s path. You were both fighting a villain with a quirk thats almost as destructive as Bakugou’s.

The villain went down but the villain decided that so would you guys. So in one last petty move, he dropped a building when Bakugou was distracted.

You dove towards him, scared to see your agency leader die. Especially since you harbored feelings for him ever since you met him 5 years ago.

You knew that you couldnt make it out in time so in quick thinking you threw yourself on top of him and redirected yourself to an area where you didn’t think that I’d fall on you guys.

It was a close call because it was a tight enough space just to fit the both of you.

“HEY!”

Who the hell is he yelling at?

“Wake up, dumbass! Shit, shit, shit… please be alive.”

You forced your eyes, that you didn’t even know were closed, open. You’re straddled on top of him, with your head on his chest. He’s against a wall, looking down at you with a look that you’ve never seen on him before. It quickly turned to relief.

“Holy shit,” he tightened the hands around your waist, “if you would have died I’d have fucking killed you.”

You moved the get off of him but he stopped you. “Theres no room, you’ll bump your head.”

You groaned at the situation, “Fuck.”

“Ex- fucking - actly, this shit sucks.”

As your brain begins to unfog, you start to digest the situation. Panic runs through your body as you wiggle your body.

“What the hell? Stop panicking.” He attempts to still you but you continue to flail.

“Im fucking claustrophobic! I’m gonna loose my shit!”

Tears well up in your eyes when your back hits against the concrete rock behind you for the 10th time.

“Fuck, you’re gonna- fucking stop!”

You only stop when you hear a grunt escape his lips. You blush as the realization comes to you. You’d been grinding against him while trying to get out. He blushes back, grabbing your head and forcing it on his chest.

“God, here- just lay your head down. You’re right on my dick doing that shit.”

Your heart is beating out of your chest. You cant tell if it’s from the fact that your boss is hard against your clothed regions or the situation of being stuck for god knows how long.

“Im sorry, I-“

“It’s fine, it’ll go away. Just stop moving.”

But will it? The way he’s feeling right now with your tits pressed against him and his dick against your crotch doesn’t seem to be fading. He can practically feel the heat radiating from your pussy.

After 5 minutes of silence, he thinks he’s gonna go crazy. His dick is still hard and you’re still on top of him trying your best to not move. The pressure of you against him is unfortunately enough to keep it hard and its driving him nuts.

You both speak at the same time.

“Fuck, can you-“

“What if I help?”

You bury your face deeper into his chest trying to hide your entirely red face.

“What?”

He waits for you to speak, wanting to confirm that you’re saying what he thinks you’re saying. You mumble something so low he almost didn’t hear it.

“I wanna help make it go away. If you wanna.”

Bakugou doesn’t speak for what felt like an eternity. Sure, he wanted to take you out on a date. But he thought he could at least wine and dine you before you start getting intimate. His brain is foggy as he thinks about all the late nights he’s spent looking at press photos of you while he strokes himself.

“You don’t have to-“ “But I want to.”

Neither of you say a word as Bakugou tightens his hold on your hips. He pulls you down hard against his cock. You both suck in a breath.

Bakugou curses as he repeats the motion. You begin to grind with him, angling your body so your clit rubs against where you connect.

Its a back and forth effort. You both work towards chasing your highs. One hand leaves your hips and pulls at your hair. He pulls you back to where your neck is exposed to him.

He latches onto your neck, licking and sucking marks into you between groans.

You put a hand over your mouth. The moans that are coming out are getting progressively louder.

“Move your hand.” He demands.

You shake your head. It’s too embarrassing the way you’re moaning like a bitch in heat.

Your eyes almost roll back at a particular harsh thrust. He rips your hand off while you’re distracted. He puts it at your side. “Move it and i’ll bite you.”

You pull at your hero costume. It’s so damn hot.

He takes it as an invitation to pull up your shirt and grab at your tits. He pulls your bra up, “Fuckkk, your tits are so perfect.”

You borderline whine when he sucks on your tit while playing with the other. All while grinding up onto you.

You feel yourself reaching the edge, “Katsuki- Im gonna.”

“Cum for me then.”

Your whole body shakes as your orgasm runs through your body. You shove your mouth against his. The kiss is hurried and hungry.

He only breaks it when his orgasm practically punches him in the face. He grips onto you so hard that theres no way he’s not leaving bruises. He bites into the juncture between your neck and your shoulder. He bites so hard that you cry out.

His eyes roll back and a long grown forces itself out.

After you both come down you look each other in the eyes as you breathe heavily.

You’re the first one to break the silence.

“Your eyes are really pretty up close.”

He chuckles, “Go on a date with me and I’ll let you see them even closer.”

[whimsicalpolitical]

girl, im thinking about girlie crying (+pleading)on her knees while apologising to matty😉 that’s gonna be hot innit?

oh it’s definitely hot

content warning: 18+ mdni, dom!matty, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, swearing

"Matty." You feel like tears could spill from your eyes any second now, hoping he'll say something.

Anything.

“Please talk to me.”

Matty’s sitting on the couch in front of you, head leaning back as he takes a drag from his cigarette. He’s not even acknowledging you while you’re on your knees, hoping he’ll just say anything.

Your head is on his knee and you need him so you try to lay your hand on his thigh.

“Don’t even think about doin’ that, I’m fucking sick of you acting up you know that? Fuckin’ sick of you thinking you’re in charge, now put your hands behind your back.”

“Sorry, m’sorry, Matty.” You remove your head from him and try to keep your arms still behind your head, “please I just-.”

“Don’t talk,” he hisses, “y’know you’ve ruined my night with your little attitude. Bein’ bitchy to my friends and rolling your eyes at me like I’m a fucking dickhead? You think I’m dumb, hm?”

A single tear is rolling down your cheek as you watch him stub the cigarette out on the table next to him.

He finally looks at you when you don’t answer but just stare at him. His eyes are dark, no sign of any forgiveness towards you, yet.

“I asked you a question,” his hand grips your chin, “answer it.”

“No, I don’t think you’re dumb. I’m sorry, I really am, please.”

Your chest starts to feel tight, the pain of him never forgiving you too much. You can handle him being angry with you, he sure as hell has been before, but you're not sure how much you can take.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “that’s great, acting like a brat all night but you’re sorry.”

You feel embarrassed but Matty doesn’t allow you to look down, “you think saying sorry is apologizing you behaving like a needy girl?”

“No, I’m sorry, what do I have to do for you to forgive me?” Your voice cracks slightly, trying to hold back your emotions as you speak. “I’ll do anything.”

Matty grins, knowing exactly you mean your words.

"You needed my cock so badly, you have it, darling. Don’t expect to get a reward though." His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he subtly juts his hips forward.

“Just don’t be mad, Matty. I love you, I’m sorry.”

Matty doesn’t say anything, just hums. He knows only ignorance will punish you the way you need to be punished.

“Go on.”

Your bottom lip disappears between your teeth as you soak up his last words. Without your eyes leaving his, you reach up slowly to rest your hand over where his cock is straining against his dark jeans. He takes a deep breath through his nose as you start to gently apply pressure. You inch your hands up to the hem of his jeans and swiftly undo his belt, unbutton them and pulling the zipper down in one motion before tugging them off his waist so they're resting around his thighs. The sight of his thick cock only restrained by his cotton underwear causes you to let out a small gasp.

You look back up at Matty for reassurance and he nods, expression never faltering. Your hands rest on his lower abdomen right above the hem of his boxers, running over the sparse hairs leading down past his boxers. As you hook his fingers into the fabric, pulling them down, his fully hardened cock springs out causing your mouth to salivate at the sight.

“M’sorry,” you mumble against him.

Without thought, your hand immediately wraps around the thick base of his cock causing him to let out a low groan. You lightly squeeze, teasing him as you lean in closer. Your tongue darts out from between your lips to lick at the precum leaking from his silky smooth tip and he sucks in a breath.

"Jesus." his hand moves to rest on the back of your neck, the other caressing your cheek.

There’s his touch you need, the touch that reassures you he loves you no matter what.

You look up at him through your lashes, tongue still on his tip. You release his cock from your grip and run your tongue from the base of his tip, along the bottom of his length back to his tip before sucking him back into your mouth. The salty taste of his precum still on your taste buds as you swirl your tongue in circles and take the rest of him into your mouth in one go.

You can feel your face burning from all the tears that are flowing down as his cock hits the back of your throat.

"Don’t like you crying, darling but I have to be mean." Matty wipes away the new tears that starting to form at the edge of your eyes. “C’mon, you know exactly that you need this punishment.”

Your head moves back releasing his cock from your lips with a popping sound before bringing your lips back to rest on his tip. His grip on the back of your neck starts to tighten as he begins to lightly thrust his hips forward. You slowly open your mouth, giving him access and wrapping your lips around his warm cock again. Both your hands grip onto his thighs, holding yourself still as he slowly thrusts forward again. He lets out a low groan as your mouth encloses around his thick member and your motions stop, allowing him to take control.

"That’s right,” Matty huffs as he begins to pull back.

His hand caresses the back of your head guiding you as you open up wider and your nose buries into the sparse curls at the base of his cock. The tip of his cock prods at the back of your throat and you swallow trying to get some sort of relief. He holds your head there for a moment, relishing in the warm, wet feeling of your mouth wrapped around him before pulling back. Your cheeks hollow, sucking harder and he stops before the tip of his cock leaves your mouth.

As he pulls out, you watch the string of saliva connecting to the tip of his flushed cock break before he pulls you back in, swollen lips immediately parting for him once more.

“I’m sorry, Matty.”

“I got it, yeah? Still isn’t going to change anything, now just take it.”

You can feel tears rimming your eyes again as you dig your nails into the warm flesh of his thighs, the back of your throat is already raw. His thumbs caress your cheeks before he roughly fucks into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat once again and your eyes squeeze shut allowing the tears brewing in your eyes to finally spill over.

"You can take it." He continues the thrust into your mouth as he speaks. “Love, course you can take it, my good girl is still in there.”

You open your eyes and look back at him, he tilts his head to the side as he looks down at you, and mocking pout on his face. His pace doesn't falter, the only sound in the room is his deep voice and the filthy wet sound of his thick cock relentlessly fucking your throat.

"This the only way I can get you to be quiet, hm. Gotta have my cock stuffed down your throat for you to shut the fuck up?" The last word comes out just as he thrusts his hips, large calloused hands nearly digging into your cheek as he lets out a low grunt.

His words cause you to let out a low moan around his cock as he hits the back of your throat one last time, and you feel him tense. His head falls back, a deep growl leaving his throat before his eyes snap back to you.

“You were hoping I’ll get you on the couch tonight as well, right. That I’ll fuck you at some point tonight and that you’re going to cum for me?” He laughs, speeding his hips up and watching you enjoying making him feel good despite whatever feelings you have. “Well, sorry to be fuckin’ mean but you’ll stay on your knees for me and you will not even think about letting your hands wander.”

You nod against him and the next thing you taste is his cum on your tongue as he finishes, panting above you.

“There you go, s’what you wanted, for me to teach you a lesson.”

He pulls himself off of you, groaning as he leaves the warmth of you mouth and tucking him back into his pants.

“Am I f-forgiven?”

“Oh, love. Course you are, yeah? Doesn’t mean your punishment is over though.”

That’s alright. You think. He doesn’t think you’ll get any pleasure out of this but the truth is you do. You love being on your knees and you know he’ll spend hours making you feel good tomorrow.

“Okay.”

[lovebombs4life]

why are you here? - l.r.h.

requested: no. bruh at this point i don’t even know when im gonna get my last requests done 💀

a/n: i haven’t had my zoloft in a week 🤞🤞 doctors appointment on thursday tho 🫶

cw: SMUT!!! bathroom sex, name calling, slight angst, a bit of a fluffy end. (if there’s anything else lmk in the comments)

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my heart dropped as i spotted him across the room. he was dancing with some chick. my fingers tightened around the glass i was holding, hardly listening to anything my friend in front of me was saying.

“helloooo?” ryan waved his hand in front of me. my eyes snapped back to him, my heart beat quickening as i thought about how he was in the same room as me.

it had been six months since the break up. what we had was fantastic, but we crumbled down, and ended terribly. “sorry, erm, you didn’t tell luke you were going anywhere tonight, did you?” i asked.

ryan raised his brow. “why would i have? he said he was gonna be staying at home anyways.” he shrugged. i raised my brow. “then who’s that over there?” i asked, pointing over his shoulder. ryan turned his head, locking his vision onto luke.

he turned his gaze back to me, wide eyed. “y/n i didn’t know he’d be here i’m so-” i waved it off. my small motion drew attention to me, luke looking my way. i locked eyes with him, not breaking eye contact.

ryan turned his head back to luke. he then saw ryan, his face going bright red. he pulled away from the girl he was dancing with, going to the bar.

i excused myself before going to the bathroom. i stood at the counter, splashing water on my face. i made sure not to mess up my makeup, wiping my face dry. the door opened, his tall figure standing in front of me. he closed the door quickly, locking it so no one else could get it.

“real classy, sneaking into the women’s room, luke.” i rolled my eyes as i looked at him. “you and i both know its not the first time.” he remarked, walking towards me.

he pushed me against one of the stall doors, hands on either side of my head. “why are you here?” he spoke lowly, staring into my eyes.

“needed to get out and do something for once. ryan offered to bring me out. guess your alibi didn’t work this time, huh?” i asked. he scoffed, bringing his face closer to mine.

“we can never be friends, can we?” he spoke, his eyes glancing down to my lips before meeting my gaze again. i shrugged, smirking up at him. “fuck it.” he said before kissing me roughly.

his tongue met mine, swirling around in each others mouths. he grabbed my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist. my dress hoisted to my hips when he did so, exposing my ass, as i wasn’t wearing underwear. he quickly found that out once grabbing me.

he smirked against my lips, brining me to the countertop. “expect to get some tonight?” he teased, his hands going between my thighs. i rolled my eyes.

“yeah, didn’t think it would be you, though.” i grumbled. he chuckled darkly. “oh please, you act like you don’t want me.” i bit my lip as his hands went for his belt.

“shut up” i mumbled, watching him pull down his jeans. i tried to clench my thighs together once i saw the sight of his cock peeking out from the waistband of his boxers.

“wanna say that again, brat?” he said, pushing my thighs open wide. i let my head fall back against the mirror. i shook my head quickly. “no sir.”

‘that’s what i thought.” he pulled down his boxers, lining his cock up with my entrance. i let out a breathy moan as he pushed into me, his pace quick and steady. i clenched around him, feeling every vein in his cock. my jaw fell slack as i took him in fully.

my eyes rolled back, making him slap my face. “look at me while i’m fucking you, y/n. i know you haven’t forgotten my rules, so fucking follow them.” i whimpered as i opened my eyes, looking into his.

he smirked at me, watching me try and keep my eyes open. he stuck his thumb in my mouth, my lips wrapping around his finger as if it were his cock. i moved my tongue how he liked when i would give him head, causing him to groan.

“fuckin hate how much i love this.” he tilted back his head, swallowing hard. his brow furrowed as his thumb pulled from my mouth, grabbing my hips tightly. his movements became quicker, but rather than feeling rushed, they felt almost filled with love.

i tried not to think about it, tried to remember that this is just one last time together. his teeth sinks into the flesh of my neck, sucking slightly and running tongue over the marks he’d left. i moaned at the sensation, my nails clawing at his back.

“getting close, lu.” i moaned, speaking the nickname i had given him when we were together. he whined at my words, pushing himself deep inside me, massaging my breasts through my dress.

“fuck, cum for me beautiful, come on.” he breathed. his tone had changed from hateful to kind within a matter of seconds. my heart fluttered as i released all over his cock.

he groaned as i tightened around him, causing him to pull out, finishing on my thigh. i kept my arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to my body. “guess we really never can be friends, huh?” he mumbled into my neck. i took in a deep breath, feelings the aching in my chest.

“guess not.” i sighed. he pulled back, pulling his jeans back up, situating himself. he helped me off the counter, pulling my dress back over my thighs. he grabbed my hands from where they were at my sides, brining them to his mouth, leaving soft kisses on each of them while looking into my eyes.

“as much as i hate that i saw you again, im real fuckin glad i did.” he whispered. i bit the inside of my cheek, watching his guilt filled eyes. “six months feels like hell when im away from you. will you try this again with me?” he asked.

my eyes welled with tears as i bit my lip. “you haven’t changed, luke. i know you haven’t,” i looked down at our feet. “you just want to bring back the past and hold on to what you lost.”

he shook his head, pulling me into his chest. “i’ve thought about you every minute of the day, y/n. i mean it. i mean, fucks sake i said your name when i kissed another girl. she kicked me out immediately when i had to explain that you’re my ex. i want this. i want you.” he begged, his eyes looking down at me, brimming with tears.

“i need time to think.” i whispered, blinking away the tears. he nodded, kissing the top of my head. i pulled away from him, grabbing the door handle.

“how about we go back to your house and get pizza? watch movies on the couch?” i asked, turning around to meet his gaze.

his eyes were wide. he nodded his head, quickly following me out of the bathroom.

i knew we could never be friends, we’d only ever be in love with each other.

[urrockstar-xe]

melodic love - c.m x fem!reader

posted may 8th, 2023 12:14 am

ty @heywardsarchive for helping me with this name it's perfect.

@thatone-deadchick asked: please right chad x goth or metalhead reader there’s like no story like that🙏 i’m surviving off crumbs

okay bare with me, babe, I rlly hope you like this rlly did try my hardest. I had a hard time making this goth-ish but at least i think i captured chad rlly trying to learn about his girl's interests so im a little happy about that, and I also totally assumed you wore lipstick thank you for requesting muah

masterlist

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Throwing your lipstick in your bag you recognized the pattern of knocks on your door. Chad opened the door, “you really should start locking this,” you smiled, rolling your eyes. “Why would I do that when my big strong jock boyfriend is right here?” you teased, motioning towards the familiar letterman he was wearing. Chad laughed.

“You ready to go?” he looked you up and down with a smile, coming closer to give you a quick kiss, immediately stopped by your hand on his mouth. “liquid lipstick’s still drying” he backed up slightly, nodding as he took your wrist before you had time to lower it, and placed a kiss on the palm of your hand. You tilted your head to the side, “you’re cute” “Thank you, babe” you hummed in response. 

Grabbing your keys, you let your boyfriend lead you out of your dorm before he held his hand out to you, slightly wiggling his fingers for you to hold onto. You did.

“Well, first frat party, you excited?” Chad asked, mindlessly leading you to wherever he was taking you. “Excited to go? Or excited to watch you do a handstand while drinking out of a keg?” you joked, Chad laughed, nudging slightly before responding, “As if I’d trust any of those guys enough to keep me up there” You nodded in agreement, also not trusting any of them to keep your boyfriend from face planting covered in beer. 

“Look, the second you wanna leave? We can, but Tara and Mindy are both gonna be there, and you don’t even have to leave my side”

“Chad, I’m not scared of a bunch of frat boys, I’ll survive one party” 

“Just one?” he looked down at you, a dramatic pout sitting on his lips. 

“That depends on if you decide to wear this to one of my parties” You tugged on his jacket. “It’s my safety blanket,” he shrugged. 

You scoffed, smiling at Chad. “I’m your safety blanket,” 

Chad smiled, nodding his head 

“yeah, you’re right” 

~~~~~~

“Are you listening to the cure?” Chad took out his earbuds at the sound of his sister’s voice, turning to see her standing behind him with her girlfriend. Chad smiled at Anika, getting a wave in return. 

“What? You don’t have a special playlist curated by Anika to show you her music taste?” he teased, earning a scoff from Mindy as she went and sat down by him. Anika leaned on the tree they were sitting under, crossing her arms before speaking “She only listens to my playlists”

“You make the best ones” Mindy countered, smiling at her own girlfriend before looking back at her brother to bring up his. 

“Shouldn’t you know all of these songs by now?” Mindy asked stealing one of the protein bars straight out of Chad’s backpack, 

“Yeah, but I haven’t listened to any of them in god knows how long and I wanna be able to talk to Y/n about it,” he shrugged, 

Mindy fake pouted, “awwwwh, how sweet,” she said in an exaggerated cute tone.

A lopsided grin made its way to Chad’s lips as he rolled his eyes. 

“Shut up,”

~~~~~~

You opened your door revealing your already smiling boyfriend. “Hey there beautiful,” he said, easily moving past you and into your dorm. Closing your door you turned to face him again, “hi,”

He gave you a quick kiss, his excitement cutting the kiss short much to your dismay.

“I brought you something,” Chad happily announced, throwing his bag on your bed before he started rummaging through it. 

You made your way back to your desk, shutting your laptop as you took a seat in the chair.  “Oh yeah? What is it?” you asked, smiling at your boyfriend. He merely hummed a response before finally pulling out a clear cd case, the cd on the inside having “for my girl” written on it in black sharpie. 

“Oh my god, Chad, did you make me a fucking mixtape?” You stood up to get closer as he handed it to you. “What can I say? I’m a little old school,” he smiled, watching you excitedly examine it.

“I tried to pick out music you’d like but I’m gonna be honest, I don’t think any of it is goth.” Chad shrugged, only not scratching the back of his neck because of the hug you pulled him into.

“This is so cute, thank you, babe.” Your voice was slightly muffled by his shoulder, but Chad heard you loud and clear. 

“Glad you like it, beautiful”

[lix-ables]

this is falling in love part 01 — hwang hyunjin. (nsfw)

💌 just a lot of teasing that's all. hi im back i guess. anyways show this some love maybe ‹3 | 💌 words. 848

"if it's one thing you're good at, it's zoning out." a voice calls out to you - more like sighs in your direction, the low, hushed tone of that same voice making you shift your eyes to where it was coming from. "hmm?"

"but the view in front of me? i wish i could zone out too," the face belonging to that voice comes into view, and your vision becomes less blurry, as you watch hyunjin shift closer to you with half-closed eyes. "you're full of compliments today, aren't you?" you chuckle, when his hand finds your waist, the fingertips splayed across your now exposed skin, as you hear him sigh yet again. "you know i live to make you swoon," he mumbles, before planting a kiss to your temple, letting his lips rest there for a while before pulling away to look at you.

your mind returns to the previous night - the first time you officially went on a date with hyunjin - no sneaking around, no hiding from your friends or his, just the two of you. and that blanket that he got - more like 'borrowed' from his roommate, insisting that he didn't steal it. jisung would be so pissed if he found out.

that blanket was the reason you were in his bed this morning - you in hyunjin's oversized button-down shirt, and him shirtless, wearing just the sweatpants he decided to throw on in a hurry before getting into bed with you.

"last night was -"

"unimaginable. breathtaking," hyunjin finishes with another sigh. you notice he'd been sighing all morning. "what was that?" you ask, making him hum in response. "that sigh." "i don't want this moment to end but.." he inches closer - close enough to bring your body toward him, before nuzzling his face into the space between your neck and your shoulder blade. “we need to get out of the apartment. get chores done, maybe some groceries if you want me to cook you dinner tonight.”

“it’s eleven in the morning, baby. we have hours to think about dinner,” you mumble, not realising your fingers coming to rest on his bare chest. your palm finds the left side, almost as if feeling his heartbeat - slow, stable, calming. “we need to get out of the apartment,” you repeat, pausing a second to look at him. “but it can wait an hour, right? i want to be here with you, for now.”

you hear a small groan of protest from the boy next to you as you turn to your side, facing away from him as you bring your back against his hard chest. nonetheless, his fingers come to wrap around your waist, but nothing prepared him for what was to come next, or what you had in mind.

“y/n,” hyunjin warns, as your whimper very softly, your ass now moving up and down in his lap, teasing, playing with his cock in swaying motions. “fuck, you need to stop that,” he warns again. he’s leaning into your body, his lips pressed up close to your ear, as he whispers another warning. “but it feels so good,” you bite your lip, hopefully stopping from whining out loud, almost out of breath. “don’t you feel good too?”

“it does,” he grunts in your ear, “it feels fucking amazing, dove, but you need to stop that, or we’re staying in bed all day.” you gasp when he brings his hand to grab your waist harshly, before thrusting against you. just once, enough to tease him and you, enough to make him groan. “and if you keep that up for even a second longer, i’m going to come in my pants right now.

“that’s a good thing,” you mewl, pushing up against his bulge once again, your fingers searching for something to hold, only to find the pillow, your nails digging into it to an extent that you were sure you’d tear the covers. “i like that.”

“you love teasing me, don’t you, y/n?” he whispers, as you try to move, but he manages to stop that, pinning you under him, the shift being so obvious and sudden - and you liked it. a low curse leaves his throat, when you try shifting and moving again.

“you love giving me control, and having me all over you like this?” you find yourself nodding again. another thrust from him makes you gasp, like he’s not trying to stop himself from doing that again. his fingers stroke your bare thigh, and a shiver runs down your spine.

“too bad, though. because i want to make you come, just like this,” hyunjin whispers into your ear, his voice getting raspier by the minute.

“but not right now. since you like teasing me so much, you wouldn’t mind if i did the same to you, hm?”

you feel the bed shift, and the cold breeze against your skin, until you realise hyunjin’s gotten out of bed. a loud, sharp slap to your ass makes you yelp - in pleasure. “up, lazy-ass. i promise i’ll make you come, and moan as much as you want later.”

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[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

Gimme directors commentary for Two Liars Lying To Eachother please!

its been a while since ive thought about this fic in any capacity lksajdaskdfld lets see if it still holds up! directors commentary for chapter 1, i'll be doing the others separately later :D

Each of his hands was cuffed to one of the table's legs, somewhat restraining his motion. He hated it; he preferred being able to fidget.

autism edgar but this also isnt the sort of autism i tend to see him as having? idk the idea of edgar stimming is very weird to me

That was a somewhat good sign. He took another glance at the large, mirrored wall of the room, which he had no illusions was reflective on the other side. The only question was whether anyone was in the viewing room to catch his knowing glances.

theres an XKCD about how fun it is to occasionally announce "i know you're listening" to an empty room, because if you're wrong nobody will ever know and if you're right it will freak the HELL out of them. thats basically what Mustardseed is doing here.

According to Michael, he had traded himself in to the compound in exchange for catching Mustardseed - for catching me, Edgar thought, smiling faintly.

seamless exposition, me. i had to establish that this Edgar was Mustardseed, but the narration is roughly tied to his view of things, and Mustardseed doesn't think of himself as Mustardseed, just as Edgar, so the narration couldn't call him Mustardseed.

The door swung open and in came Ty Betteridge. He was a few years older than the last time Edgar had seen him, back when he'd killed him inside of Tier Two on the night Base was formed,

...wasn't that Hunter? or did it become Edgar that killed young!Ty in the post-72 timeline? i am confuse

Well, I appreciate making me feel like a criminal after you plucked me out of the middle of my normal day.

hes so bitchy and for what?

If you're worried about unpredictability, why does the cowboy get to roam free? He's been rather hard to keep under control, in my experience.

i wanted to make it clear just how bitter Edgar is towards all members of Base, so of course five seconds into this conversation he tries to fuck Michael over

Ty's grin was somewhat predatory.

this fic is 90% me looking for different ways to describe smiles. Ty and Mustardseed are both very smiley.

They called you OVEdgaR,

i think im the only person who capitalizes ovedgar that way

"With my husband, yeah." Edgar smiled and raised his left hand to show off the simple wedding band. "Mm. Congrats. Mike told me he wasn't married to you, how odd."

I FORGOT HOW DISMISSIVE TY SOUNDED HERE. he cares of course but

Base Mike and Edgar aren't married.

i try to be very precise about the names characters use for each other, because i think its a very quick way to characterize relationships. Mustardseed always refers to them as "Base Mike" and "Base Edgar", while Ty refers to them as just Mike and Edgar, or possibly Mikey and Edgar, depending on context.

"Hm. You're much less trouble than the Mikes; each one of them ties so much into their name. It's a little exhausting keeping track of them, to be honest." "Well, I never really had trouble with it, but I suppose it is easier if you care about him." Edgar smiled like he hadn't just thrown out the barb. Ty laughed. "I care about Mike Walters more than you can imagine, Panther." Ty grinned, waiting to see if Edgar would respond to the pet name. Edgar kept his face neutral and pleasant.

Edgar definitely won that exchange :P its important to me that Edgar feels like he's in control of the conversation even though he very clearly isnt in control of the situation, because that's the vibe he gave off in ep 84.

Moving on… you established a campaign of terror against Mike's base in an attempt to free yourself and your… husband… from their control. Is that right?

Ty is reading these questions off his clipboard and the prompt on it didnt say "husband," it said "OVER Mike." HOWEVER the pause before saying it was something Ty probably did deliberately to keep up his veneer of indifference.

"I'd rather not put Michael through any more undue stress. He's had a hard couple of days, especially with all the strain you've been putting on him."

this is so funny to me, because it IS another barb, but its also sort of Ty trying to guilt-trip Edgar like thats gonna work??? :P

I have a lot of sympathy for Michael too, but as far as I know, he's never had anyone threaten him at gunpoint to stay in Base.

i'll be honest, he probably has. Michael's seen some shit

"I am sorry for your situation, Edgar, I really am. But you do keep pulling me away from the questions, and the sooner we get these done, the sooner we can get you out of those cuffs and moved to your quarters."

this is a very Ty Betteridge thing to say. like yeah, im sorry that YOU keep delaying me from getting you comfortable. hes so...

So he was listening when Michael and I were talking.

reading it back, i feel like i didnt give the audience enough credit. they probably could have picked up on these little jabs and maneuvering tactics without me having to point them out. anyway yes, ty is doing this interview only half for actual information gathering reasons, the other half is just to waste edgars time as a form of basic psychological warfare

Your Base may be rudimentary, but I believe that you are a smart man, Edgar.

i keep pointing out the little jabs and not having much to say about them, but theyre still so good to me. "i know all your friends are stupid but i didnt think you were too"

"Sometimes smart people do dumb things in the heat of passion." "And is that the only reason you made those thirty-two duplicates?" "It's the only reason I'm going to be telling you."

i'll be honest, i have no idea what i was hinting at here. i think canon at one point suggested there might have been an ulterior motive to the Mustardseed escapees, but i didn't make any sort of plan for what that might be. if i had to retroactively justify it, i'd say Mustardseed's future scouting told him that the escapees would be consolidated into MW, and that MW's existence was important to his plans somehow.

"I've got all day, Ty." Edgar smiled across the table, a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

i just ctrl+f'ed and the word "smile" appears 7 times in this 1k word chapter.

[padfootastic]

in a turn of events that doesn’t surprise anyone im sure, @impishtubist has caused yet another scene to be stuck in my head until i wrote it down. so, have some sexy, greying sirius; a deeply thirsty, appreciative james who won’t let him dye it; and a very-fed-up-of-his-parents-antics harry for prongsfoot wednesday!

x

Harry entered the house with ‘I’m home!’ on his lips that died an instant death as soon as he registered what he was seeing.

“Er,” he hesitated. Does he really want to—? One more look at the scene in front of him and he decided to bite the bullet. Better to clear the air now than keep stewing on it later.

“Um. Is this a—kink? A fetish? Should I leave and never come back?”

In any other scenario, the way both his parents froze and looked at him with wide eyes would’ve been comical.

If only Dad wasn’t straddling his Papa on the ground, one of his hands holding both of Papa’s above him with disturbing ease.

“Er—“

“It’s not what it looks like, Haz!” Dad yelped, cutting across Papa who’s face and neck were turning a steady pink. “I swear.”

“Then why are you still—like that?” Harry asked, deciding to play it safe and look at the boring grey couch in the living room instead. Nothing scandalous going on there.

He could hear the scrambling of feet, a few thumps, and a mini-yelp, absently wondering about the amount of noise the simple act of getting up could produce.

“Right.” Dad cleared his throat. “So, Harry, would you please tell your Papa that he is, under no circumstances, allowed to dye his hair?”

Harry blinks, turning to his other, exasperated, father in silent question.

“Harry, will you please tell your Dad that this is my hair and I can do with it as I please?”

“Not when you promised yourself to me!” Dad yelps and Harry is hit with an intense wave of regret at instigating this.

“Promised—?”

“Yes! Our wedding, you said, and I quote, ‘I give myself to you, James Potter, mind, body and soul’, don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Of course I didn’t forget,” Papa throws his hands up in the air. “But c’mon James—this is not what I meant when I said body!”

“What, you think I only wanted you for that ars—“

“Dad!” Harry, yelps, mortified. He can feel his cheeks heating in a violent blush. He can feel a similar flush creeping up Papa’s neck. Sadly, his words don’t have the deterring effect he’d intended.

“I mean, it is spectacular, don’t get me wrong, but you’re more than just a beautiful body, Si!”

“James, please, have some mercy for our child, if not me,” Papa says. Thankfully, this seems to register as Dad’s eye widened, part horror and part apology. Harry waves it away tiredly; though he’s no less embarrassed every time it happens, growing up in the Potter household with two extremely affectionate parents has exposed him to much worse. He’s accepted it as his lot in life.

“Er—yeah, anyway,” he coughs, ruffling his hair, “Bottom line—Sirius isn’t allowed to dye his hair.”

“I literally never agreed to that.”

“Too bad because you will,” Dad says, slowly moving towards Papa with a look on his face that Harry is loath to describe as predatory. If only it wasn’t so true.

“Oh?” Papa’s left eyebrow rises extraordinarily high, as it tends to do quite often. He crosses his arms over his chest in challenge. The motion makes his Dad smile.

“Mhm.” The two of them are chest-to-chest by this point, staring into each other’s eyes. Harry could probably conduct a whole rave party right here, right then, and they wouldn’t even notice. That is when he decides it’s high time he should step in—not literally, Merlin, no—before they end up doing something that makes him try to run away (again).

“So I was right—it is a kink,” Harry says dryly, once again regretting starting this entire conversation in the first place. He should’ve just turned back around and gone to the Weasleys instead.

“Harry, no—“

x

Three years later, Harry—who’s almost blissfully forgotten about the entire incident—walks into his parents’ house to an almost identical scene, just with his Papa on top this time. This time, he makes the sensible choice he still regrets not making all those years ago, and walks right back out the door.

Let those two sort it out on their own. Merlin knows his intervention hadn’t helped a bit the last time around.

[littlefroginthegarden]

Sold to Heartsteel 5/24

look at part 1 for tags (also you should obv start there with reading)

now this is starting to go somewhere! im having so much fun writing the boys! :)

Part 5

It doesn’t take me long to unpack as I only have my most important things with me. After putting my clothes in one of the drawers, I set my laptop and graphic tablet down on the couch table and put my makeup in the bathroom. With more than half an hour left, I decide to change since I’m still in my school outfit. I put on some black skinny jeans, an oversized band shirt (not Heartsteel, that would be cringe), black with blue accents and a thin choker. I’m a little bit hyped to finally use the huge mirror in the bathroom to do my makeup. With practiced motions I do quick smokey eyes with a gradient from turquoise to black (you might have picked up on a pattern by now). When I’m just about to finish the second one, I hear a soft knocking from the door.

“Give me a few seconds, I’ll be right there!” I yell and the knocking stops. I quickly finish the second eye and lean back for a second to assess my work. It looks pretty good so I turn around and quickly open the door. Aphelios is waiting in front of it, leaning against the wall. He looks at me with a smile and then turns, leading me to the stairs. I follow him nervously, suddenly realizing what is going to happen.

We descend into the entrance hall from earlier and from there through one of the mysterious doors. As soon as he opens the door, I can hear voices, laughing and chatting with each other. I can’t see who they belong to yet but I know who we’re supposed to meet and my heart sinks. The room is L-shaped and seems to be a living room. There are posters on the walls, many warm lights, some plants and when we round the corner, I can see an absolutely massive couch. With the rest of Heartsteel lounging on it. It takes everything to keep myself from squealing and I try to hide a bit behind Aphelios who snaps his fingers to get attention.

Everyone turns around and looks at us. Aphelios signs something to the boys and they grin at me, seemingly excited to meet me.

“Hwei! Nice to meet you, dude!” Sett yells, giving me a little wave with his massive hand. I’m still just nervously smiling, not sure what to even say.

“Hey, you can come over, there’s more space on the couch, sit with us!” K’Sante says, giving me a fatherly smile. I slowly move towards them, Aphelios following me.

K’Sante laughs and pushes Kayn to the side, who gives him a “fuck you!” but is grinning the whole time. I sit down between them, making myself as small as possible, worried about making someone uncomfortable by being too close or something. I look around and see Sett pulling Aphelios towards him by his hand, sitting him on his lap and holding him tight. Aphelios slightly blushes when he sees me watching so I look away. In between me and them there’s Kayn, who sits there sunken deep into the couch, his body tilted towards me, arm casually draped over the couch’s backrest, looking at me with no attempt at hiding his curiosity. I quickly turn my head before going completely insane. I mean I just met all of my idols. And they’re all staring at me. K’Sante next to me is just sitting there relaxed, looking into the round, clearly trying not to make me as nervous. 

I nearly jump when someone taps my shoulder and my head spins around to look at the boy around my age who sits on the backrest. He has similar hair as me, just a bit brighter. He gives me a big grin and says “Nice hair!”

“thank you” I quietly stammer, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Aww you’re so shy, it’s cute!” he laughs and my face is probably beet-red by now.

“Stop bullying him, Ez.” Yone hasn’t said anything until now but I’m so glad he’s pulling everyone’s attention onto himself. Not that I minded Ezreal's teasing, it’s just all very overwhelming right now.

[nolanhollogay]

"is this okay?" "it's more than okay." + jjedgar!!!

me when im in a being deeply incredibly in love challenge and my opponents are jjedgar

It was creeping towards one in the morning and Edgar couldn't sleep.

There was a feeling he couldn't name simmering under his skin keeping him awake, and it had been steadily increasing since JJ climbed through his window an hour ago and greeted him with a kiss.

It wasn't out of the ordinary but Edgar felt like there was lightning under his skin looking for a way to burst out.

"I can feel you thinking right now," JJ said into his shoulder, words slightly muffled by the fabric of the t-shirt he was wearing. Edgar had fallen into the habit of going to sleep wearing JJ's shirts, and now he was kind of addicted to it. "What's wrong?"

Edgar turned around to face him, dislodging his arm from his waist. As soon as it fell, JJ wrapped it right back around him, and he smiled. "Nothing's wrong, I don't think."

JJ frowned. "You don't think?"

Edgar shook his head, knocking his hair into his eyes. "I'm not like.. scared or sad. I just feel.. weird. Like I'm waiting for something. Like you know how when you read a book, or watch a movie, and you're waiting for the main character to find out the big huge plot twist that you figured out two minutes ago?" JJ nodded. "It's like that."

"What're you anticipating?" he asked, squeezing Edgar's waist.

Every single organ in Edgar's body did a backflip. Heat rushed to his face as he realized what he was waiting for.

"Um, can you kiss me?" he asked, biting down on his lower lip. It was ridiculous to be nervous about kissing his boyfriend but it felt.. different.

JJ sent him an easy smile. "Course I can."

The kiss he pressed to Edgar's lips was sweet and simple. It was nice but it didn't do much to stop the buzz under his skin. He wanted more. Wanted something deeper, something more passionate.

He kissed JJ again, sighing against his mouth as JJ squeezed his waist again. A boldness he wasn't accustomed to took over him, and he placed a hand on the back of JJ's neck, holding him in place.

Because JJ could read him like a book, he caught on to what he wanted almost immediately, biting down on his lower lip.

A shockwave went through Edgar's body as their tongues met and JJ somehow managed to pull him closer, until they were chest to chest.

They kissed for what could've been five minutes or five hours, until Edgar was dizzy with it and his thoughts were full of nothing but JJ and his lips and the strong feeling of his hands.

Arousal curled in his gut and his hips moved without his permission as JJ shifted even closer. If he was more aware of himself, he definitely would've been embarrassed, but at the current moment all he could process was JJ.

"I.. What do you want to do?" JJ asked, pulling away. "Cause horny you is really hot, but I don't want you to do anything you don't want to."

Edgar was panting, and he couldn't think straight, but he blinked, moving back just a little to clear his head. "I don't.. I'm not sure," he admitted. He knew he wanted more than kissing, and JJ obviously did too if the hardness against his thigh and the iron grip on his shirt meant anything. "What do you want to do?"

"What don't I want to do would be a better question," JJ replied, sending sparks up Edgar's spine. He'd never been wanted like that before. "I wanna, um, I want to touch you. Like.." He made a motion with his hand that made Edgar blush. "Is that okay? Is that.. something you wanna try?"

The embarrassment finally caught up to him and Edgar buried his face in his neck. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He wanted JJ and JJ wanted him and they were going to do something about it. "Yes, please."

JJ kissed the top of his head. "Always so polite." He nudged him off of him with a wiggle of his shoulder. "Gimme another kiss, baby."

Edgar complied as another dizzying sensation crashed over him. Baby, baby, baby, his mind chanted helplessly.

JJ's hand that had been a steady weight on his waist finally moved, sliding to his stomach. He hooked a finger under the band of Edgar's pajama pants and pulled away. "Is this okay?"

Even though Edgar's mind was in the clouds, and his heart was pounding in his ears, he nodded. He wasn't scared, just excited. "More than okay."

"Lemme if you wanna stop, or anything, okay?" JJ said. Edgar nodded again, before kissing him.

Which was immediately kind of pointless because his mouth fell open with a gasp of JJ's hand wrapped around him.

Edgar wasn't some kind of loser who had never masturbated before, but it never felt like this. All of the air left his lungs as he felt the heat of JJ's palm.

His free hand tangled itself in the hair on the back of Edgar's head, fingers loose in the strands. "You gotta breathe for me. Can't be passing out when I'm trying to get you off."

Edgar forced air into his lungs just so he could say, "Shut up."

JJ grinned. "That's my boy."

Edgar nodded as a whine crawled from the back of his throat. It was true. He was JJ's boy.

He earned a kiss to his forehead that had his chest ready to burst, but he couldn't focus on it for too long because JJ started to move his hand and his brain filled with TV static.

Hiding his face in JJ's neck, a moan fell from his mouth. He knew his entire face was bright red, and it only worsened as even more noises escaped his lips.

He closed his eyes, biting his lip to stay quiet. But that didn't do anything but heighten the feeling, making goosebumps travel up his arms.

JJ pressed kisses all over his face, pulling him from his thoughts. "You okay?"

"I'm–" His breath hitched and an embarrassed laugh fell from his lips, "good. 'M great. Are you okay?"

He forced his eyes open, cupping JJ's face. He wanted to kiss him forever.

JJ nodded, smile curling at the edge of his mouth. "Yeah, I'm good." He kissed Edgar's jaw, breath warm against his skin. "Hard to be upset when your boyfriend is hot as fuck."

He kissed down Edgar's neck, trailing fire down his skin, making his body go loose.

Edgar could have sunk into the mattress.

"You make me crazy, you know that?" he whispered into his neck. "Sometimes you don't even do anything and I'm ready to jump your bones."

Edgar was going to die. His gravestone was going to say "Edgar Ramirez, beloved son, grandson, and friend. Death by his boyfriend's dirty mouth." He was sure The Lord would understand.

He curled his hand around JJ's shoulder, his bare skin warm to the touch. Good to know he felt hot all over as well. Comforting in a way.

"I.. I really like seeing you like this," JJ admitted, "Like when you get lost in a book, and it's all you think or talk about. It's hot as fuck to be on the receiving end of it. To be all you can focus on."

There was a livewire in Edgar's veins, and a steady pressure in his gut. He kissed JJ's cheekbone because it was all he could reach, and panted, "Keep talking."

JJ groaned, kissing his throat again. "Whatever you want," he said, like always. "Sometimes it's really, really hard not to just pick you up and take you away from everyone and kiss you until you can't do anything but think of me." Edgar moaned, the sound higher than before, and he shivered. "You don't even have to do anything for me to want that. The other day it was just because your hair was messy and all I could think about for like fifteen minutes was pushing you against a wall and making you moan."

Edgar could see it behind his eyelids in technicolor. JJ throwing him over his shoulder, pushing him into whatever room he could find, caging him against the wall. Kissing him over and over until he couldn't think. Making him grind on his thigh until he saw stars.

"You should've," he panted, making JJ laugh.

"Next time I will," he said, and they both knew he was lying, but the thought still had Edgar hot under the collar.

"Are you close?" JJ asked. He nodded, biting his tongue as he tried not to squirm. "Fuck, you're so hot."

Edgar opened his eyes just so he could kiss him properly. It was barely a kiss, more tongue than anything else, but it helped.

JJ licked the roof of his mouth because he was a freak, tugged hard on the hair on the back of his head, and Edgar came before he could even consider it happening.

He panted into JJ's mouth for a long moment, before pulling away. "Oh my gosh."

JJ laughed, pulling his hand from his pants with a grimace. "That was probably the most Edgar thing you could've said after your first handjob."

Edgar kicked him in the shin, rolling onto his back. "I feel like I'm made of jelly."

"Happens to the best of us," JJ said. "I'm gonna go wash my hands," he announced.

He got up and was about to leave the room when Edgar grabbed his wrist. He pulled him close, forcing himself to sit up and kissed him gently.

"I feel like saying thank you is weird," he started, "But, uh, thank you. That was, uh, nice."

JJ laughed, kissing his nose. "Always so polite. I'll be right back. Don't fall asleep."

Edgar was asleep thirty seconds after he closed the door.

[beyondspaceandstars]

That Black Tee

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, fingers, slight metal arm kink, sex against a wall, semi-public sex, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: It was such a simple thing. Just a simple black tee-shirt. But the way Bucky wore it had you practically melting -- and he seemed to realize it, happily granting your needs A/N: idk guys there was just something about that black tee-shirt bucky wore in episode 4 of TFATWS. it got my mind wandering. and i love practicing writing smut i hope im getting better at it lmao

Masterlist

You knew you absolutely, utterly fucked the second Bucky took off his jacket, revealing that damn black tee.

So simple yet so fitting, so accentuating. He looked casual and cool yet incredibly powerful and dominant with that metal arm fully on display thanks to the short sleeves. Between that damn shirt and the hard expression he wore, you were pretty much done for. It took all you might to not march over to him right that second.

Bucky appeared to be aware of all this as he turned to you, feeling your eyes wandering shamelessly over him in that shirt. He just looked so… him. Not a soldier, not some asset, just him. And he was hot.

He shot you a little smirk, making your eyes widen, suddenly unreasonably worried your boyfriend could read your mind.

You two must’ve been too caught up in your silent communication because the next thing you heard was Sam asking if you were okay.

You jumped and forced yourself to look away from Bucky. "Yeah, Sam," you nodded, "I’m fine."

He hummed, suspicious. "Are you sure?"

But before you could answer, Bucky felt it was his time to chime in. "She’s a little distracted."

Your eyes widened again, this time sending a signal to your boyfriend to shut the hell up. He wouldn’t look at you and instead just laughed to himself.

"Distracted?" Sam questioned.

"I- I’m fine, really-,"

Bucky cut you off, "Actually, I need to talk with her about something."

Your jaw went slack as you tried finding some words of explanation, something to save yourself from this situation as you could see Sam’s concern growing. But nothing was able to come out before Bucky was grabbing your hand.

"You can’t talk to her out here?" Sam asked.

Bucky shook his head, profusely. "It’s a very private matter. Incredibly serious. Just between me and her."

"Bucky-," you just about yelped as he started walking to one of the off-shoot rooms from the living space. Sam tried asking more questions but Bucky promptly shut him down by slamming the door. Hard. It was a miracle the thing didn’t just fall right off its hinges. For whatever reason, that suddenly turned you on even more.

You stood there in the middle of the room watching as Bucky slowly turned to you. He had a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took in your nervous yet needy state. Your thighs were practically in pain from how hard you were trying to squeeze them together, wanting some relief to your core that was set ablaze by him. Him and that damn outfit. That damn hair. His damn face- God, you just needed your boyfriend right now.

Bucky walked towards you slowly, intensely. You tried averting your eyes to save yourself from crumbling but he stopped you. His fingers came to your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He appeared to be just as eager.

"What happened back there, doll?" He asked just barely above a whisper. He held your chin firmly.

"What- What do you-,"

He chuckled. The fucker chuckled at your flustered state. "What do I mean? I mean that look you were giving me. How those eyes were peeling off my clothing piece by piece. Made me want to take you right there."

Bucky’s words went straight to your core. The wetness was pooling profusely, practically soaking through your jeans. You let out a little whimper as his thumb brushed over your lip.

"It’s your tee-shirt," you whispered, surprised that you could even find any sort of words in your dazed brain. He was way too intoxicating.

Bucky’s face shifted in surprise. "My shirt?"

You nodded. "It just… looks good on you."

He couldn’t help but let out another chuckle. You pouted at his reaction which he took as the opportunity to quickly place a kiss on your lips. You tried moving into him, grinding your body with his to beg for more, but he stopped, forcing you two apart.

"Oh, doll," he mumbled as his hand left your chin and slowly made its way down your body. Over the curve of your clothed breast, down your stomach, to your hips… the hand finally dipped under the waistline of your jeans. Without much warning, two fingers traced your folds, dipping slightly in to collect the wetness. He gave a few thrust, teasingly. Bucky groaned. "You’re this wet just from how I look in my shirt?"

You gasped, nodding. Embarrassment wanted to coarse through you but the pleasure from Bucky tracing his fingers to your clit was too much. Slowly, he started with circular motions, making your body jolt. You squealed in surprise. Bucky smiled down at your reaction.

He kept it up, adding pressure every now and then as he continued. Your legs began to shake forcing you to grip his arms in support. Bucky noticed this and brought his metal hand to your hip, steadying you.

He picked up the pace, his eyes boring into yours intensely. You let out a breathy moan at the sight of him, looking at you so hungry and aroused.

"Come on, honey, cum for me," he mumbled, still working on your clit. Every now and then he’d stop to dip a finger in as if gaging your wetness. In those moments you’d groan, waiting for the contact to come back. He never let you suffer long, though, finding his way back to your clit quickly, keeping the pressured motions. "Be a good girl and cum for me, doll, and I’ll fuck you real nice against the wall just like you deserve."

That was the final straw. His words alone practically sent you over the edge. Your body shook as the first orgasm pulled through you, lighting fire throughout your body. Your hips bucked and twisted uncontrollably, almost trying to get away from the touch but Bucky didn’t lighten up. He worked you through it, whispering sweet praises in your ear, making you lose it even more.

Once you came down from the high, Bucky wasted absolutely no time gripping your hips and pushing your back to the nearest wall. You yelped in surprise before his lips attached to yours, rough and demanding.

He lifted you up and grabbed your legs, circling them around your waist. You took the opportunity to grind into him feeling his erection hit your covered core. It lit a new fire in you making you gasp at the feeling.

Bucky moved his lips down your face to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin. You whined and grabbed onto that fucking tee shirt, still trying to push into him, wordlessly begging him to speed up.

"Eager, doll?" Bucky asked. You could practically hear the dumb smile on his face and it made you want to slap it off. But all you could do in response was nod.

He placed one more kiss on your lips before his hand made its way back down your body. This time he popped the buttons of your jeans open. Briefly, he placed you back down to pull your jeans to your ankles. When that task was done, you were back wrapped around his waist, now feeling the erection more prominently. You let out a deep, uncontrollable moan when it hit.

As if he understood your annoyance, Bucky quickly undid his own jeans. In your dazed state, you must’ve zoned out because the next thing you knew, your panties were just pushed to the side and his cock was breaching your walls. You two were in sync letting our moans and groans at the warmth, the wetness.

His arms held you tight as he began his thrusts, so precise and strong. You were backed into the wall forcefully, enjoying the pressure and pleasure combining into one. Your boyfriend groaned above you, sounds going right to your core which was made evident by the squelching sounding in the room.

Bucky kept his thrusts up as his metal hand left your hip and made its way to your clit. His body held you up with his other arm, giving you a second to marvel in his strength. It was always such a treat when it came out in the bedroom. How he could hold you down or hold you up had your mind spinning half the time.

As his thrusts began to pick up, his metal hand started with the circular motions again on your clit. The coldness meeting your warmth was enough to drive you crazy. Your hands fisted his shirt, trying to keep yourself grounded. You let out a surprised moan at the whole sensation which Bucky seemed to like as he gripped you harder. Your brain was going fuzzy, drunk even, as he pounded you into the wall flawlessly.

"Bucky… B-Bucky…" you choked out.

"Hmm?" You could tell he was staring at you despite your eyes being fluttered shut. He was taking in every inch of your face contorting in glorious pleasure. It seemed to drive his thrusts faster, the circular motions on your clit picking up as well.

"I- I’m gonna-,"

"You gonna cum again, doll?" He asked, a little mockingly. You would’ve bit back if you weren’t in this state but you couldn’t do anything, just take what he was giving. You nodded weakly. "Alright, honey, that’s it… Cum for me, come on. I got you."

It was like Bucky flipped that last switch as his strength and speed picked up. You yelped, clinging to his shirt even tighter.

One final push on your clit was all you needed before you were crumbling in his arms. Your body shook as your orgasm flooded you with ecstasy. Bucky didn’t want to let up with the trusts, though, chasing his own orgasm and thoroughly working you through your second. He kept pounding, his hand opting to leave your clit to grope at your breasts under your shirt. The metal hitting your skin in a new place made you squeal again.

The sounds and motions were it for Bucky as the next thing you knew, he released inside you, coating your walls and thrusting in and out, letting it leak onto your skin. You moaned at the sensation.

Bucky gave a couple more weak thrusts before he let out a final groan and stilled inside you. Both his arms now were around your waist, pulling you close as you two panted, coming down from the pleasure.

Bucky leaned forward, his head resting on your shoulder. Your hands left his shirt and came up to his hair, where you ran them through his short locks.

"Was that what you needed, doll?" He asked, voice breaking through the heaviness of the room.

You giggled, "Exactly what I needed."

"Hmm," he sighed and straightened back up. He pecked your lips. "Guess I gotta wear this shirt more often."

You gasped, slapping his chest lightly as he laughed. But you couldn’t totally disagree. "I wouldn’t complain if it made an appearance every now and then."

Bucky shook his head, "I don’t understand how a black tee shirt can get you going, doll."

After he spoke, he slowly removed himself from you, letting you down from the wall. Warm wetness began soaking your thighs feeling so intimate, so hot, it almost made you almost suggest round two right then and there but that didn’t seem on the table after Bucky handed you some tissues to clean up. Not to mention the fact there were people in the living area.

You shrugged, readjusting your shirt and pulling your jeans back on. You watched as Bucky also readjusted his appearance. "It’s because it’s on you," you insisted. "You could walk around in the most ridiculous outfits and I’d still beg you to jump my bones."

Bucky let out the most joyous laugh at that. He walked back towards you, securely wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed a kiss on his lips, which he hummed happily into.

"I’m flattered," he mumbled. The light blush across his cheeks confirmed his words.

You smiled, "What can I say? I got a hot boyfriend and he should know it."

Bucky placed another kiss on your lips. "Oh, trust me, I think he knows it now."

You let out a giggle and pulled away from his grip, despite a little protest. "Come on," you said and motioned towards the door, "we should probably leave this room before we get any shit from them."

"Oh, you’re getting a lot of shit once you come out of that room," Sam called from the other side of the door, making both you and Bucky jump. "Might as well stay in here."

You groaned at the words, your face and neck suddenly becoming hot in embarrassment. Bucky just chuckled, somehow finding everything amusing, and wrapped an arm around you.

"Worth it, though," he whispered before placing a kiss on your cheek. You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t at all argue. Just glancing between the wall and that black tee made you suddenly hot and bothered all over again.

Bucky picked up on your gaze, once again practically reading your mind. With a suggestive smirk, he asked, "Round two?"

You bit your lip as his hand began running over the curve of your ass.

"Fine."

Bucky didn’t waste a single second before whisking you off your feet

[hornime]

watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata 

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere. 

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched. 

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.” 

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements. 

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.” 

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix. 

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.” 

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs. 

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist. 

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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Two is Better than One Part 4

The line up

Rick x reader x daryl

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: character death, season 7 spoilers, mention of miscarriage

Season: 7

Not gunna lie, made myself tear up thinking about this event again, this is more of a set up chapter for the rest of the fic but i hope you enjoy! Thank you for all the support! Also feel free to come and hang out in my discord, we have lots of cool people in there! - mads

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At this point you were chewing the skin off your fingers, panicking after Abraham had told you that Daryl had wandered off in search of Denise's killers. The thought terrified you, you had no idea where Rick or Carl was, you were sitting watching Judith sleep, stroking your bump for any form of comfort. You were just falling around 7 months now, after finding Jesus you learnt of more communities, even found a doctor who had an ultra scan allowing to confirm you were around 7 months and the gender of the baby, keeping it a secret from the boys with the intentions of a mini gender reveal. But plans didn't work out, they never did. Rick decided to hunt and seek out a man named Negan in the trade of food. Alexandria's food supply was getting dangerously low, to the point where Daryl was giving up his servings to make sure you and the baby were fed at all costs. “Why are your dads so frustrating to deal with?” You said to your bump, watching as the baby reacted with a small yet painful kick in your ribs. “That wasn’t very kind to say” rick spoke from the doorway, a startled gasp falling from your lips. “Where have you been?! With daryl missing-“

“It’s alright, we made a pack when one wasn’t here the other one will be, I wouldn’t leave you” he spoke, crouching down in front of you, his rough hands caressing your bump. You watched as he smiled when he felt the baby kick against his touch. “Active?”

“It has you or Daryl's genes of course it’s going to be active” you scoffed, earning a small chuckle from rick. “Where were you anyway? What’s going on?” You asked him. Rick stood up sighing. “Maggie is having a few problems with the baby, we need to get to the hilltop. With these ‘saviours’ around I don’t feel safe leaving you here. So you're coming with us” he said. “What-“

“Look I'm not happy about it either but the last time there was a threat inside the walls you ran around with an axe” he said, giving you a scolding look telling you there was no point in arguing. You nodded, pointing to your boots. “Help me get these on then” you said. He smiled, grabbing the shoes and began putting them on.

You sat far away from Maggie, not wanting your bump to upset her anymore, the idea she could be losing her child as we speak caused your hormones to go wild. You sat at the table just behind Rick who was driving, looking out the window listening to the groans and whimpers of Maggie, your best friend, tears slowly falling down your cheeks as you stroked your own stomach. Abraham stopped next to you, sitting down and slinging an arm around your shoulder. He shielded you from the Rv, from the prying eyes of the group taking pity on the two women in the car. “You good?” He asked. You shook your head, sniffling into his shirt. He soothingly stroked your hair, trying to calm you down. “Hey she’ll be alright, you both will” he said. You nodded, thanking him before motioning to him you wanted to move. Rick watched through the visor as you stumbled your way to the back of the RV towards the cot Maggie was in. She smiled weakly at you, “im sorry I haven’t been at your side, i didn't want to- my bump- “

“It’s fine, your comfort is better than any mans”

“Even Glenn’s”

“Well most men” she laughed. You smiled, stroking her hair soothingly. “Do you think we’ll make it?” She whispered. You sighed looking out the window, “something doesn’t feel right, but i'm sure we will”

Maggie nodded, laying her hand over yours, holding it tightly.

You kneeled in the gravel, your hand tightly grasping Maggies, the other holding Abraham’s. You looked around seeing the others kneeling besides you. Rick and Carl’s eyes were on you never losing sight of you. Tears fell down your face, confused and scared. “Bring out the others” a man with a moustache spoke. Your eyes followed one of them carrying what looked like Daryl's crossbow. You watched as he and some others dragged people out of the van, once they were in the blinding light you saw Rosita, Michone, Glenn and Daryl. You whimpered at the sight of your other half, hunched over, a dirty blanket half draped over his shoulders. He was pale and sweaty, blood looked like it poured out of his arm. Daryl's eyes caught your, panic filled them almost immediately, his fingers twitching and grasping at the gravel, desperate to make his way over to you. “Let’s greet the man of the hour shall we?” The man with the moustache said, you watched as he stalked over to the Rv and opened the door, a man in a leather jacket stepped out….smiling. You watched as he clutched a baseball bat in barbed wire and swung it over his shoulder. “Are we pissing our pants yet?Boy do I have a feeling we’re getting close” he spoke enthusiastically. His grin reached from ear to ear as he walked in front of the group. Swinging his bat in everyone’s faces. “Yep, it's going to be pee-pee pants city real soon. Right, so which one of you pricks is the leader?” He said, swing his bat across the length of the group. “This one” a man spoke, shoving rick slightly forwards. “Hi, you’re Rick, right? I’m negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. And then when i sent more of my people to kill your people..you killed more of my people! Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is, but I think we can get you up to speed real soon” he chuckled. You watched as Rick tilted his head, his fingers twitching, grasping at the gravel. “Yeah, you’re going to regret crossing me real soon” Negan continued, crouching in front of Rick and smiling. A power display.

“You see rick, whatever you do. No matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order. And this new world order is simple. So if you are stupid, which you very well could be. You can understand it” the man mocked standing up. You watched as he shifted the bat to drape over his shoulder as he started to pace around the line again. “Give me your shit…or i'll kill you. You see, today is career day! We invested a lot, so you know what we can do. What can I do” He said, stopping yet again in front of your partner, Maggie's hand grasped your tighter wincing as another wave of pain fell over to her. “You have shit. You give it to me, that’s your job. And I know it's a mighty big nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will.” He joked. The men behind you snickering at the sight of your group. “You ruled the roost, you built something. You thought you were safe, I get it. But you aren’t safe, not even close. In fact you are pegged, more pegged if you don’t do what I want. And all I want is half your shit. And if it's too much, you can make, find or steal more. I'll even it out later. This is your way of life now, the more you fight back the harder it will be. And if someone knocks, you let us in” he laughed. You listened to the other men agree with him, fueling the fire. “You understand? What no answer. You didn't think you could do this without being punished. I don’t want to kill your people, I just want to make that clear. But you killed a lot of my people, more than I am comfortable with, so you're going to pay for that” he added. You watched as he stepped back from Rick, his eyes moving across the faces of your family. “You see, this is Lucille, she’s awesome. And this is so we can pick one of you to beat the holy hell out of. Let's find which one gets the honour” he said, inhaling sharply as his eyes scanned over the group, falling onto Carl who had a stolen gun laid in front of you. “You got one of our guns, actually you got a lot of our guns. Shit kid, lighten up, at least cry a little” he laughed, his eyes moved from Carl to you and Maggie. At this point you were holding the poor woman up, Abraham trying to take most of your weight as well. You could tell Rick or Daryl wanted to be the one holding your hand, not Abraham. You didn't fail to notice daryls glare hadn't left you, the action soothing him but also making him confused as to why they didn't just leave you home alone. “Jesus you look like shit. And you! You look pregnant! Tell me, how far along are you?” He said, crouching in front of you smiling. “7 months” you whispered. A whistle left the man's lips, “you mean someone in this group gets action? Woah” he laughed. “Who’s the father?” He asked, you stayed silent, your eyes quickly glancing at Rick and daryl. “Oh you don’t know, i like a woman like that” he grinned, followed with a loud laugh. You shot Daryl a look, watching as he was eager to get up and protect you. You knew Rick had more self control. “I should put you out of your misery though” he said looking at Maggie.

“No!no!” Glenn screamed, scrambling his way from his spot to make his way over to Maggie. “NOPE, get him back in line”

You winced as you heard Glenns grunts, you watched Negan move his attention to Glenn, feeling Maggie's sobs wreck through her body as she clutched your hand tightly. “Alright listen! Don’t ANY of you do that again, i will shut that shit down no exceptions. So the first ones free, and an emotional moment let's call it.” He said, making his way back over to the grimes.

“This is definitely your kid.” He taunted Rick, you watched as Rick watched Negan wordlessly. You could feel his anger and his rage building up.

“Just stop this!” Carl said, you shook your head to Carl, begging for him to stay silent.

“Hey! Do not make me kill the little future serial killer. Don't make it easy on me. I gotta pick somebody.” Negan shrugged, standing back to the front of the group. Looking around at the mismatched family choosing who he should kill. The suspense killed you. “I simply can not decide. But I got an idea” he chuckled. He walked in front of Rick, pointing his bat in his face.

Eenie...Rick

meenie...Sasha

miney… Maggie

mo…Glenn

Catch...Michonne

a tiger...Daryl

by...Aaron

his toe..You

If...Carl

he hollers… Rosita

let him go…Rick

My mother...You

told me...Glenn

to pick…Daryl

the very best one...carl

and you…sasha

Are…Michonne

It…Abraham

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father and then we'll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you're all gonna be doing that.” Negan said, preparing his bat at Abraham. He swung it hard, you watched as Abraham’s body thudded, the bat splattering blood over you, his hand still clasped tightly in yours. “OH look at that! Taking it like a champ” Negan laughed as he watched ABrham sit back up on his knees, staring Negan in the eyes. His hand left yours, making a small signal to someone before you found its warmth again. “Suck…my…nuts” Abraham said, before Negan landed another blow on his head. Abraham’s body went crashing to the floor. His grip loosening on your hand as Negan smacked his head again and again and again. Blood spraying over you, Maggie and Rosita face. You stared at the pooling blood, you watched as it crept over to your knees soaking it in blood. “Oh my goodness! Look at my dirty girl” he joked as he swung the bat. Blood landing on everyone’s face, your family’s blood landing on your face. “I say he took a hit for the team, hell six or seven! So take a damn look!” He shouted. You whimpered your hand now leaving your dead friends, rubbing your stomach as any form of comfort hoping your baby would kick. A loud grunt and the sound of a punch landing caused your head to snap up. “Daryl!” You and Rick screamed. You began to cry at the sight of Daryl being pinned to the ground like some rabid dog. “OH, THAT IS A NO-NO!” Negan yelled, rubbing his face over the spot that Daryl had landed the hit. “The whole thing! Not one bit of shit files here, ``Negan added. You watched as the man holding Daryl down, aimed his crossbow closer to his face. You felt tears stream down your face, “do you want me to do it? Right here?”

“No no please, i need him, please” you cried, your hands falling into the gravel as you pleaded, Abraham’s blood coating them. “No you don’t kill them, that’s not how it works” the man with the moustache spoke, smirking. “I already told you, the first ones free. First impressions are important. So…back to it”

“NO” you heard Maggie scream from beside you. You watched as Glenn's body fell to the floor, Negan's bat landing on it. You watched as Glenn slowly rose up again, spluttering blood and grunting. “Buddy? Are you still there? It seems like you’re trying to speak but you just took a hell of a hit! Hell I just popped your skull so hard, your eyeball just popped out! And it is gross as shit” negan taunted looking over towards you and Maggie, the both of you now sobbing, the gravel digging into your palms. “Mmmaggie, i'll find you” glenn said, staring straight at the traumatised woman. Negan swung the bat again, and again. Glenn's skin getting trapped in the wire, as blood sprayed everywhere. The entire group sobbed, mourned at the loss of their beloved friend. “I am sorry, i truly am. But i did say, no exceptions”

You watched as Rick was taken into the RV being dragged like a dog after threatening the man himself. You looked as Daryl sobbed to the ground, his eyes not meeting yours. You sat back, watching as Maggie sobbed her hand had now found yours again, holding it like a lifeline. It wasn’t long until Rick returned, again being dragged out like a dog, displayed shamefully in front of the group. “The boy” Negan demanded, you watched as someone dragged Carl over to them. “Simon! A pen” he demanded. “You a southpaw kid?”

“Am I a what?”

“A lefty?”

“No”

“Good, that hurt?”

“No”

“It should,” Negan chuckled. “Alright, get on the ground next to daddy and spread them wings,” he laughed. He took the pen from Simon, drawing a line underneath the belt, the group watched as Negan handed Rick his axe. “Rick. Cut your son's arm off, right on that line. I need you to process this, but I need you to do it. Or she’s going to die” he said, pointing at you. The man behind you, stretched your head back, holding a knife to your neck, the cool metal digging into your skin. “Please we understand, you don’t have to do this” michonne begged. “You do! But Rick doesn’t. So I need a clean cut. Right there on that line.” He said. You watched as Rick finally broke, crying over the idea of hurting his son in such a way. “It can be me” he begged, “please it can be me!it can be me” he repeated, sobbing at the sight of you with a knife at your neck as Carl's arm was ready for him to chop. “You answer to me, you belong to me!”

“Provide for you” Rick sobbed, repeating the words back to negan. You felt the knife ease from your neck. “That look was all I wanted to see. All of us together , even the dead guys on the ground, they get a spirit award for sure. Today! Was a productive damn day! I hope you all get it.” Negan addressed the group, smiling and laughing at everyone’s pain. He stopped at Daryl, “Dwight! Load him up.” Negan instructed. “No! PLEAsE i need him! Daryl!” You cried, watching as he was dragged into the back of the truck. He’s got guts, I like him. He’s mine now. But you try something I'm going to cut pieces of- the hell's his name?”

“Daryl”

“Fitting. I'll cut pieces off Daryl and send them to you” he laughed. You sobbed and begged, “please. I need him” you cried. Negan laughed louder, watching as you tried to stand up only falling due to the size of your stomach. “Calm down dear, we don’t want a premature baby do we?” He teased me. “Please. Please please” you cried. You could barely see the amount of tears falling from them. You watched as Rick silently cried at you, waiting for the moment he could go and comfort you. “I’m gonna leave you a truck. You can use it to find all my shit, i'll be back in a week. Until then ta-ta”

Once the trucks left you were all left, Maggie slowly making her way over to Glenn’s body. Sobbing into it. Rosita and Sasha doing the same with abraham. Carl helped you stand up, bringing you into a hug, holding you as Rick tried to get Maggie to go to the hilltop. “M-Maggie” you whimpered, slowly making your way over to the woman. The two of you holding each other for support, “all of you have to go please, you need to go, I can’t have any of you out here. You need to go back” the woman cried into your shoulder. “Maggie let us take you please, someone will go with you” you whimpered. “I'll go,” Sasha said. Rick nodded. You held the woman as the rest of them loaded your lost ones onto the truck. Sasha helped Maggie get into it and drive off, taking her there. You ran into Rick's arms sobbing, “they have him rick, they have our boy, my my daryl” you sobbed. “It’s okay love, we'll get him back” he soothed you.

It wasn’t even a week later when Carl came rushing into the house, you looked over the landing at the boy confused. “He arrived early”

You froze, your body stiff, fear waving over you. “Dads at the gate, Daryl, he’s here,” Carl said. You didn't wait, running down the stairs as fast as you could without injuring yourself. “Rick rick!” You called out to him. Rick froze, his eyes scanning the crowd for you, “where is he? Daryl'' you panted. Rick nodded in the direction of him. You saw him, standing there, dirty, in an old sweat suit with the letter A on it. You saw him like a dog scared, his tail tucked between his legs. He looked up at you, giving you a weak smile. Your eyes scanned his face, tears pooling at your eyes. “He-he-“

“What love?” Negan spoke from beside you. “What have you done to him?!” You yelled. Anger climbing up fast, Rick tried to stop you, lead you away from him, calm you down, anything. He tried to. “Can- i go see him please? Just one minute” you begged, tears spilling from your eyes. Negan scanned your face, he watched as you stood strong but was slowly breaking down, he nodded. “ one minute, Rick, you follow me,” he said walking away, leaving Dwight to watch over you from afar. You ran to him, crashing into his weak arms. “I was so worried you were dead, if i wasn’t 7 months pregnant i would be getting you out so fast” you cried. Daryl stood, holding you, breathing in your hair, loathing the feeling of your bump pressed hard into his lower stomach. “Kinda glad you're pregnant then” he joked quietly, so quiet it almost seemed like a whisper. You smiled into his chest, trying not to react to the smell of him, he had lost his scent. Your favourite of pine and musk with a hint of sweat. “I'll make them get you back i promise” you cried. Daryl nodded, his hand running over your swollen stomach relishing the feeling of the baby kicking against his touch. “Times up!” Negan smirked. You did not respond, giving Daryl a kiss before turning adn storming away back to your house.

When rick returned home he didn't say anything, he went straight upstairs. Gathering blankets and old quilts on the way. You slowly followed him, waddling on your tired feet. You watched at the doorway as rick set up a small nest for you to sleep on with him, you smiled, crouching to the floor as best as you could. Rick helped you sit on the pile of blankets, rummaging through the draws for at least one of his larger t-shirts, he helped you undress. Kissing your legs and arms in a soothing manner. He helped you lay down against him once he had gotten himself ready. He tried to soothe you to sleep, satisfied once he heard the soft snores leaving your lips. “Is she okay?” He heard Michonne ask from the doorway. “No, I think she’s barely holding on,” he sighed. Michonne nodded, giving the man a weak smile. “Do you think the baby will be yours?” She asked, smiling at the man as he rubbed your swollen stomach soothingly. He shrugged, “I don’t mind, it will be my child either way. Judith- ain’t mine. Lori she…seeked comfort in my best friend, Shane, at the beginning of this. But I have to make sure she’s alive, so I can help her grow and survive this world.” He said. “It’s not your fault when people die”

“But sometimes it is- see Shane he said my family was his, and I was in his way. So i-i-“

“Rick, this was Negan, not you. You didn't kill them he did” Michonne interrupted. Rick sighed, nodding. She smiled at him, “well get him back, for her sake i promise”

Rick gave her a weak smile. She nodded leaving the room. Rick held you closer, tears silently falling from his eyes at the loss of his friend and he worry for his brother. He will get him back, he will keep you safe. Both of them will stay with you no matter what, you knew that.

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

listen to me… imagine babysitting your neighbors baby because they had an emergency or something, and danny comes home from the studio all like “honey!! im home!!” and then stops in his tracks, wide eyes set on the baby and he says something like “wha- how long was i gone for??” and everything is soft and to see this gentle giant hold this curious baby who looks even tinier in his arms (he definitely asks for help when the baby has a tight grip on a hair curl)

he’d be so shy with his baby fever 😭😭

Oh I love baby fever in men, makes me so weak.

You didn't think you'd be spending your Friday afternoon holding your neighbors baby. They were in a rush to go to the hospital and had no one to watch their baby, so being neighborly, you were able to take her in for the day, waiting for a knock at the door to relieve you of your babysitting duties. But the person who got to the door first was not your neighbors, it was your boyfriend Danny, home from the studio.

"Oh honey, I'm hooome!" He'd sing out, you work to hold the baby closer to you as she starts to stir from her nap. "Shh, shhh." You whisper, trying to hush her from getting fussy again. Danny loudly closes the door and tosses his keys by the front door, making a heinous clattering sound, you never realized how loud he was before until now. "Hi baby-" "Shh!" You hush him as he enters the room, looking confused at your scolding. "Oh, my baby has a baby?" He asks confused and quieter than before. "It's the neighbors daughter, the Romero's next door. Her moms appendix burst and they needed to hurry to the hospital and needed someone to watch her. Mr. Romero will be home later tonight to pick her up, she's been here since this afternoon, she's been pretty good actually." You explained while going to stand to show Danny the little baby girl bundled in your arms.

"Why didn't you call me?" Danny asks in an exaggerated whisper of confusion that makes you smile. Seeing him so surprised is always such a treat. "I've kind of had my hands full today." You joke as you bounce her a bit as she begins to stir awake from all of the excitement. "No no, it's okay, you're okay." You soothe as you attempt to calm her. "Ugh, it's probably her dinner time. I need to heat up her bottle-" "I can do it?" Danny offers sweetly. "Can you hold her? My arms are killing me, I'll make it, just, here-" you say hurriedly, the baby beginning to cry a bit louder as you show him how to hold her. "Just support her head, okay, just hold her close to you." You say as you fix the blanket swaddled around her before walking to the kitchen to warm up the bottle. The baby starts to cry, following your instruction Danny holds the baby closer to him and looks over to you, looking towards you but drawn silent looking for a way to solve the problem without bothering you. He starts to mimic your hushing but she only begins to cry more, "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay! Hi baby, I'm Danny. You're okay, you just hungry? It's okay sweetie, it's okay." He says softly. "Try bouncing her a little! She really seems to like it when I do it!" You call from the kitchen.

Danny looks nervously down at the infant, "But maybe she just likes you?" Danny replies as he starts to awkwardly bounce with the crying child. You come back to his side, bottle in hand, you come over to his side, placing a hand tenderly on the small of his back. "Just bounce lightly, just move like you're keeping time to the beat, use your foot to rock a bit." You instruct him kindly, Danny looks so nervous to be holding such a little thing, it's so endearing to see him this way, so cautious and careful. He begins to move a little more subtly, swaying a bit, the cries start to subside as he moves with her. "See, just like that." "Hey sweetie, that all better? Hm?" Danny asks the little baby girl as she begins to quiet down, "I think she likes when you do it too." You smile softly at him as he begins to get the hang of the motion, he smiles at your compliment, watching as the baby making small sounds as she calms down. "What's her name?" "Adelaide." You replied, "I like that, that's sweet." He grins, you start to move him over to the couch. "Here, wanna give her her bottle?" you offer, handing him the warmed bottle as he sinks down to the couch beside you. He takes it and brings the bottle to her lips, she easily suckles it, making sweet little drinking sounds, as her eyes start to flutter shut. "I think she's sleepy." He whispers as to not disturb her. "She's a baby. They do that." You smile, looking at your gentle giant of a man, holding such a small innocent little thing. "I think we could have a baby." He whispers, you suppress a laugh, "We can have a baby, darling. But for now, let's just babysit." You negotiate kindly, his eyes meeting yours, a wide smile on his face as he holds her. The two of you spend the rest of the evening together watching tv until Adelaide's dad comes by to pick her up, watching as Danny quells Mr. Romero that it was "no trouble at all," and how good she was and how they can, "bring her over anytime you need a sitter!" He almost seemed sad handing her back over. It's official, Danny has baby fever.

[kakubun]

what if you were their personal helper?

a/n: im biased on all of these because basically you're special to them in a type of way

part 2

warnings: chapter 189-206 spoilers‼‼, suggestive, violence mentions

sanzu

you would be his personal cook that mikey assigned

you really worked hard at making the best dishes for sanzu (1. 50/50 chance of getting killed because you might never know with his pill popping ass and 2. you don't want to purposely mess up good ingredients)

sanzu though, really loves your dishes

he would say horrendous compliments like how he was about to have an orgasm biting into the steak minutes ago (rindou looks up at him from his laptop in disgust while ran scoffs in amusement)

ran suggested to maybe gift you something or pay a visit to whoever is cooking his meals and damn well sanzu was thrilled to hear that idea and was ready to work on it

(the haitani brothers thought the same, that you were probably going to shit your pants if bonten's number 2 suddenly appeared right beside you out of nowhere)

the very next day, his preffered time of lunch was much more later than the others so it's pretty normal for the others to not see him at the table and knowing that he's doing his own business

but this is completely different than what he usually does, he's looking for you! and there you were, in the flesh and busy preparing his meal

you look rather panicked, oh how many guesses he had. it was near his lunch time, you cooked the wrong meal, you're panicking about the slighest things or you thought you were doing it wrong

turns out you just wanted to cut the right size of tomatoes because you cut one ridiculously large chunk so you huffed and picked another tomato and nearly laughed at your stupidity

well sanzu was correct in some ways but you were just minutes away in finishing so he watched

with every second he stepped closer and the closer he got which was just right over your shoulder, you squeled because 1) creepy and 2) his breath was tickling your neck that you just had to make noise

you grabbed your wrist and your finger bled, in the state of suprise you accidently cut your thumb, luckily it was only a little so you rushed to the sink to wash it off

sanzu had a smile on his face, oh woops accidently shocked a poor person by breathing on them so the best he could do was offering a bandaid that was in his pocket

you glanced at his arm and saw the bonten tattoo inked on it so your eyes lit up in fear in why a bonten member is up infront of you

you gulped and he couldn't help but giggle to how terrified you looked and he twirled the plate that his food on it

"you're almost finished with my food, huh? quickly, you have a few seconds" you looked at him again but with genuine curiousity and suprise that said "sanzu haruchiyo? what is he doing here?"

your thoughts swirled in your head in chaos, finishing up his food and the waiter that were to take his food entered the kitchen

he froze in the doorway, recognizing the feared bonten 2 and sanzu asked him to go away by simply motioning it with his hand as well as adding in a "if you don't go, i'll kill you" by doing a slashing motion across his neck, you did not know how fast the waiter walked out of there

sanzu carried his plate towards the table your partners and you ate at and sat there, tilting his head when you stayed at the same spot

"sit here, i wanna talk" shitting your pants is a understatement, dying should be the right term

but no worries when you sat down, he smiled again with his eyes closed (though you're not sure what kind of smile was this, his rare ones? because if it is then you can make it out of here without being out in a grave)

let's just say he was interested in you and he said quite some nice words to you, this won't be the first time he'll crash into your life and have moments of talking to you after all, you're his cook right?

you're just lucky enough when he decides that you're one of the few pieces he'll cherish in his life, one he wouldn't kill but respect deeply and stick around with

kokonoi

you were his respectable assistant that deals with errands, well a more better term is a spy

you listened to conversations about bonten in the dark and sneak off to inform the others, first of all koko of course

your relationship between him was proffesional and all, reporting about what bonten enemies have said, nod and leave

but there was a time where he finally got to know you a bit better

you were a bit later than the time he asked for you to come to his office after your work, about 10 minutes atleast and he raised his eyebrow at you when you slipped into his office out of breath but quickly regain it as to not piss him off any further

"sorry sir, i got attacked" attacked you say? he got up from his seat, slowly approacing you and you sweat

overall his demeanor was cocky and all but you've never seen a scary side so supposingly it's okay for you to not feel threatened but would he really be angry at you for getting attacked?

"i don't see any bruises on you, did you really get attacked?" that sly grin showcased itself, he felt the taste of a lie coming but it didn't when you spoke up again

"i fought back sir, with this." you pulled out the staff, pressing the button to open it and twirled it over for him to see

it was the staff he gave, well actually showed off when he opened the weapons room, telling you to atleast get a weapon to defend yourself, if you can even though (he halfly joked at the end with his tongue out)

you told him that it was the gang that was still gaining these "leaks and secrets" or so to speak, are the ones rindou falsely put out in the open and the gang planned to go to one of the secret bases that bonten usually went to

besides what you say is necessary information but he circled around you in silence and decided to try to hit your head but you smack his hand away with the staff

he went for your neck but you swiftly wack the staff into his waist and he groaned, impressed

he was about to say something but sanzu interrupted by opening the door without knocking and almost bumped koko with the door

"heheh sorry, can i borrow your assistant, come come~" sanzu sung out but koko shooed him away, wanting some time to talk to you but pink crazed bastard wanted to talk to you so he shut the door on him and yelled at him to go away for a moment

after that day, more people seem to recognize and fought with you

it would pretty ironic if koko were to be the one ordering them to attack you

" i wanna see you fight more" whatever he says, you just hope it actually isn't him sending mofos to attack you because that would be a d!ck move

but he didn't, one of the bonten members revealed that a little spy is watching them from above like the idiots they were that they bumbled out their secrets for the spy to hear (guess who)

so he rewards you, after the hell you went through, you better be gifted

extra!!:

"may i measure you?" you looked back at the person in shock as they smiled warmly at you and you suspiciously glared at them, reaching slowly for your staff.

"sir kokonoi has asked to measure you." they went to stretch out the measuring tape and held it around your waist, you hesitated on holding up your shirt because of how ticklish and feathery their fingers were. this was all too sudden but you go along with it.

while you twist your shirt up, they placed a note in your back pocket and you questioned on why did they do that, you reached it while they're measuring your legs.

"i'll send someone in to measure your size for your clothing, do you also want lingerie to be part of your gift too?~" the note said and you nearly stumbled into the tailor when you tried rereading it all over again.

"what colour do you want? do you want a matching set?" "no!!"

(koko's probably pissing himself right now, trying to imagine your panicky expression, laughing like a maniac in his office)

ran

you worked as his personal maid and he admired how careful you were

you were pretty noticeable since you took your time on one thing at a time like dusting off shelves and cupboards for a long moment or scrubbing away at the dirt in the plate that stuck too long there (i mean it's reasonable but you stressed over it for a few minutes)

he approached at some times to check on you and he would smile sadistically at times when you look at him like a deer in headlights, wondering what you did wrong to make him approach you himself

he just wanted to praise and point out some of your habits which you rubbed your neck to and nodded to do better next time

it also gave him a chance to see your stretched arm and your hands, especially your knuckles more better than afar (not in a creepy way)

your knuckles were deep red and would have cuts over it and he would leave at that but it got too much for him whenever he came to you and it kept getting worse

he popped the question when you moved his flowers into a pot to sit in the sun when your hands were all bandaged up

"why has the condition of your hands worsen everytime i come to you?" so he did notice, you sighed and told him the truth while you rubbed your bandaged knuckles

"people are picking on me so hitting their faces makes my knuckles hurt and become ugly each time i return back here" he was suprised that you even used your fists and he held your hands and spoke softly

"you didn't use the baton i gave you?" you feel yourself burn, you had to pull away from him and you wanted to jog off into the sun but you akwardly shrugged instead

"i'm a lot more used to using fists to fight plus i.. might have hit my face with the baton once" his laugh was sugary sweet, the rarest you've ever heard but he was laughing at your mistake so you bit your tongue and fumed, going back to arranging his flowers (that he's probably allergic to but keeps them around cause they're pretty💀)

he patted your shoulder, casually correcting himself that it was cute that atleast you did try to use the baton that he lended to you

"i'll teach you, every evening at around 4, i'll train you to use the baton so it's less work for your fists and more for your baton." you responded that mikey had his meal around that time and you had to clean the table cloth after he eats, shyly you admit that he tends to be a little messy when eating

ran smiled, stuffing his hands into his pockets and going off after insulting you one last time

"i'm impressed that you're more careful with the table cloth than your own hands" and that ends the evening with you screaming into your hands because of how frustating, ran haitani bonten executive was

extra!!:

"now i really need you to be honest with me, how do you even fight with your fists?" "your brother teaches me how to break their limbs but i accidently graze the floor sometimes because of how tough the enemy is"

well that was pretty shocking, he looks at you with suprise in his eyes, you also looked at him suprised, you just didn't know how expressive he was and you're finding out about them because of these 4pm sessions.

"doesn't he have a maid that helps him out?" "he says i make great coffee" ran grumbled that you shouldn't even serve a fucker who drinks coffee in the first place and you couldn't help laughing. in exchange for the love of coffee, rindou might as well train you. he's not blind, he sees the bruises on your hands when you return back to the headquarters.

(and to maybe trigger ran a little since he was the one mainly teaching reader his fighting style and not ran and his lame ass baton and he just stole his maid for a few seconds, might as well train them as a reward)

"show me a better compliment and i might stop serving him" "you're good with your hands" you smirked and got up and tapped his shoulders with the baton, teasing him into giving you more compliments

"shut it now before i use my hands to shut you up" "you may at anytime" and he did, now you can imagine what he did lol

[scaramoucheslove]

PLEASE expand more on that Zhongli brat tamer thing you posted 🥺

Brat Tamer! Zhongli x Brat!Reader (GN)

Listen to me

What to expect: Spanking, Size kink?(a bit), Choking, Teasing in public, Getting called “whore” once I swear, Zhongli as ur god, fingering? lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: AAA BRAT TAMER ZHONGLI NEEDS MORE APPRECIATION </33

(also im so sorry if this is shit even tho i spent so much time writing it?? hurr i apologize and i tried to make it as gn as possible! <33)

Zhongli loves an obedient sub that listens to him and obey his rules. You, were the perfect little baby for him. You were his obedient, perfect little baby. Sure, you’ve been accidentally bad a couple times here and there. But imagine if someday, you were curious enough to see what’s it like to test his limit. So, when you were acting out of the ordinary, of course he’d be suspicious.

It all started when you both woke up. He’d always wake up first, usually drinking tea at the dinner table and you’d always greet him. But today, you felt a little braver than usual and decided to just ignore him and went ahead to the kitchen to grab your breakfast. He raised his brow, but thought nothing much of it. You put your plate on the table and played with your phone while eating your food.

Zhongli cleared his throat, causing you to look at him with a confused look on your face. “Good morning” he said with a smile, a fake one if I may add. You ignored him and continued to play your phone and eat your food. You could see his smile fade away in the corner of your eye. “I expect a response, no?” you looked at him, and his expression seems blank. “Uh, morning?” you answered blankly before continuing to ignore him. He sighs in defeat, standing up to prepare a hot shower to cool him off.

Zhongli said he’ll be meeting up with a few people for a while, and of course you being you, decided to tag along. You were confused on what to wear—until you remembered your little plan to push his buttons. You smirked at yourself before thinking. You had an idea. You put on the most revealing clothes you’ve ever worn out in public just to mess with him. Once you were done getting ready, he doesn’t say a single word. His gaze was enough to make a person tremble, thus why you were averting his eyes the whole time. He simply grabs your hands and wrapped it around his and said nothing more than a simple “Let’s go.”

You finally arrived at the Teahouse after quite some time. The moment you two opened the door, all eyes were on you. You looked absolutely stunning. Your looks may even be enough to tempt a god. Zhongli clearly tried to ignore the situation and dragged you to the back and seated you both at the corner of the Teahouse.

The meeting overall was boring. Although it was pretty boring, you had to admit that hearing people talking about Morax and acting as if they know more than Morax himself was kind of funny. You yawned in boredom and continued to look around before your eyes landed to your boyfriend’s figure that was sitting right beside you. His eyes that are completely focused, the way he talks, and the way his tall figure is sitting straight, asserting dominance through small, simple things. You couldn’t help but feel excited just by looking at him. Your excitement caused you to land your hand on your boyfriend’s thighs as he was listening to some people talking and discussing about the geo archon. He looked at you, confused and you gave him a small, sweet innocent smile, in which he returned.

But what he didn’t expect was for your hand to go higher and higher, until he realized that your hand was basically almost touching his dick. Before you could do anything further, he slapped your hand away and came closer to your ear to whisper, “Behave.” That action alone caused you to shiver and it tempted you even more. Biting your lower lip, you decided to wait for the right moment. After everyone was done talking and discussing, they asked for Zhongli’s opinion. And just right before he gets the chance to talk, you took the chance and managed to place your hand between his pants without raising any suspicions. He flinched slightly, earning worried looks from other people and workers. “My apologies, I thought I saw something.” He said as he kept his composure. And surprisingly enough, they believed him. Thank god you were seated in the corner so that no one could see what was actually happening between the two of you. You palmed him through his pants slowly as he explained about his opinion. You could hear the slight shake on his voice and clearing his throat way more than he normally does, even though he looked completely focused and well composed. “Mr. Zhongli? Are you feeling alright?” someone said in which he responded with a slight nod, and a pinch to your thighs as a warning. You gasped quietly in surprise and stopped your ministrations before looking at him. His stare was menacing, daring you to make another move. In which you responded by looking the other way and pouting as you rest your hands that was palming him a few seconds ago on the table.

The trip back home was silent. You didn’t dare utter a word, not after all that. You looked fine and chill on the outside, But inside? You were trembling. Was it really a good idea to make your god angry? Is it even worth it? Your thoughts were racing as you asked yourself. But there was no turning back.

You walked inside the house slowly, trying to keep calm and collected. You knew you were in deep trouble the moment he shuts the door with a slam. You saw a glimpse of his beautiful, black hair with a gradient, glowing, neon orange color near the ends of his hair, which usually occurred where he’s focused like in battles, or if he’s really pissed. You didn’t really want to test him any further, so you just decided to follow his next commands and obey him. “What has gotten into you?” He asked, voice demanding for an answer. You turned to him, looking to the ground instead while fiddling your hands. He clicked his tongue and forcefully held your chin so you were met with his amber colored eyes. “Talk” He demanded. You were unable to form coherent words and ended up stuttering on your words. He shakes his head in disapproval and practically dragged you into the bedroom.

He lets you go once you’ve both reached your shared bedroom. You watched as he sat himself on the edge of the bed, looking down and letting out a sigh. The moment his eyes met yours, you immediately looked down, not prepared for his eyes to pierce through you so sudden.

“Strip.” He said lowly. Calmly. But you knew him. It’s always the calm before the storm. You stood there, silently, not moving in the slightest. You could feel the tension in the room. He was disappointed. Of course he was! He had all the reasons to be. He walked towards you slowly, observing the outfit you wore. One of his gloved hand stroking it smoothly as his other hand gripped your jaw gently and made you look into his eyes. “Tsk, I have given you such a simple task. But I know you humans simply cannot do anything yourselves.” He practically spat as he tore your clothes off with both hands. Your eyes widened, mouth slightly opened and you froze due to shock as he chuckled at your reaction.

His two hands grabbed you by the shoulders and threw you onto the bed roughly, a contrast to his gentle grip on your jaw earlier. You continued to freeze in your place and he took the chance to pin both your hands with one of his, as his big and strong body kept your smaller one caged. You tried to get out of his grip. But it was no use. No matter how much you try, he will always overpower you.

“Tell me, love. Were you being a brat on purpose?” He asked you with a teasing tone on his voice. You closed your eyes and gave up, exhaling the breath you didn't notice you've been holding while nodding your head slowly in shame and embarrassment. He chuckled lowly as he lets both of your hand go and flipped you over. You yelped in surprise as he positioned himself so that your stomach was on his lap and he places his hand to rub gently on your ass.

You cried out, “Zhongli please I’m sorry-“ “Now, now. It’ll hurt a bit. But you mortals really need to be taught a lesson to know their place.” He says as one of his hand stroked your hair and the other continued to move gentle motions on your ass. “Zhongli pleas-“ Smack. A loud noise echoed across the room as you jolted forward and you felt your eyes beginning to water. “Can you just listen to me, brat?” his voice sounded clearly annoyed. The room was quiet for a while, until he broke the silence. “Stay silent and take it like the good pet I know you are.”

The sound of your cries and sniffles could be heard in the rather silent room. You were sobbing, hands starting to go numb as you gripped them onto the bedsheets, your ass sore and red from all the painful and harsh smacks Zhongli has delivered. You were trembling. It felt like hours since he started and it never seemed to end. He eventually stopped and started caressing the spots he had abused minutes before. “I’m sorry my love, but If I don’t do this then… you’ll never learn from your mistakes.” He explained. You were still sobbing, but a part of you was relieved that it was over.

He got you off his lap and laid you down carefully onto the bed as you finally closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. That is until you feel a hand tracing your back and onto your underwear. You felt him come closer as he whispered in your ear “Seems like someone got excited. Well, it isn’t really a punishment if you enjoyed it. Don’t you agree?” you can feel his hot breath fanning your ear.

He flipped you over, your back now facing the bed. You hissed slightly at the sting because your ass still hurts from his ministrations. He gently spread both of your legs apart as he sat himself in between your now-parted thighs and pulled your underwear down, in which he threw across the room. You tried to cover yourself up but again, it was no use. You were now exposed for him and his eyes to devour. “But I’ll have to admit, seeing you in that revealing outfit where everyone can see really makes me…” he paused as he searched for the right word before continuing. “Jealous.” You prayed to the archons to make it out alive before answering him. “Oh? M-maybe you’re just mad they can probably fuck me better than you.” You’ve done it. You took back what you said about obeying him, but at the wrong time. “Getting brave now, are we? How ironic for someone who cried over a punishment moments ago.” he bitterly chuckles. “Well then, we’ll just have to see how hard I’ll break you tonight.”

He took off his gloves and immediately gathered some of your wetness on his fingers, combining it with the drool he managed to get at the corners of your mouth. He wastes no time as he inserts one finger into your needy hole. You gasped and held onto the bedsheets once more, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. God, his fingers were long. You can feel him filling you up as he kept pistoning one finger in and out of you. But then you started to whine for more. For him to fill you up more. “Humans are indeed greedy, but you’re my greedy little human, aren’t you whore?” you scrambled over your words before he used his free hand to wrap it around your throat and tightening his hold around it. “Answer.” He stopped moving completely and you whined as you finally managed to answer. “Y-yes!” “Yes what?” “Yes, my lord.”