#you’ll get all the CONSENSUAL loving touches now i promise

[codename-adler]

it’s so funny how the Twinyards are short. so funny. haha…

it’s almost like neither of their physiological need for touch was met as babies…. so touch-starved it led to this sort of dwarfism… no matter Tilda or foster care, they don’t get the soft caresses, the safety of arms, the tickle of the toes, the raspberries on the tummy, the soothing hand on the back, the fingers to clutch, the boops on the nose, the kisses on the cheeks and the head and the feet and the hands and the neck and… they just don’t, won’t get it, no matter how many scenarios in which they switch places. forever small, smaller, forever five feet nothing, forever the physical embodiment of everything they’ve lacked since before birth.

so funny.

[writingfics-passingtime]

Omg the mixtape requests!! I love the idea!!

The song: like a tattoo by Sade with Bucky Barnes! Specially from the min 1:35 to 2:03 I think you’ll love it x fem reader

The Scar of Age

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song Prompt: Like a Tattoo

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (romantic, no pronouns used)

Word Count: ~2350

CW: Talking about death and killing, reader has killed people on a mission, kissing, allusions to rough kissing/six (consensual), overwhelmed response that could be interpreted as a panic attack (but isn’t intended to be one)

Note: Thank you for your beautiful request, anon !! (I wrote this for a female reader and then realised no pronouns/gendered descriptions were used, so have tagged it accordingly) When I heard this song the image I instantly had was riding a motorbike through a snowy mountain road, and what was supposed to be a steamy little safe-house number turned into something a little more heavy. I was so inspired by the lyrics of this song, thank you for sharing 💜

The war is still raging inside of me // I still feel the chill // as I reveal my shame to you // I wear it like a tattoo

It’s been growing for months. This budding, rising magnetism alive between you and him. Still unspoken, still untouched, now unfettered.

It started not long after he returned from Wakanda. The attraction was instant, the pull soon became hard to resist but, by the gods, you resisted it with all you had. You kept a respectful and professional distance where possible. He’d been through a lot.

But the breathing room has seen it grow beyond control and now, for the first time in forever, you and Bucky are going to be truly alone.

The frostbitten air bites at your leathers as you snake up the icy switchbacks, giving and taking on the throttle, gently guiding the electric motorcycle through the snowy mountain roads towards somewhere out of the way. To the solitude you had been gifted.

He's sitting behind you, and though he’s an anchor of his own his hands are on your waist. It distracts you more than once and you're sure he knows it because he firms his touch when the bike slows from your wayward thoughts. If he dared to broach the subject, you'd blame the ice on the road. Or would you?

The night had been long and rough. Snowcapped mountains begin to glow as you ride to one of Stark's more isolated houses. The beauty of the new day only makes you feel worse after the events of the night; three enemy guards, dead by your hand.

They will never see another sunrise.

Sure, you had an important job to do to keep the public safe, and sure, they were trying to kill you, but damned you'd be if every life ended by your hand didn't eat away at you.

The dirt feeling that gnaws at your gut is your only place of solace because it still hurts. If it ever stopped hurting, you'd walk away for good. Steve promised to help you disappear if that day comes.

Steve. A wry smile threatens to burst under the helmet as you finally see the house in the distance. Steve is the one who rostered this assignment, knowing where it was, knowing the airspace would be tightly monitored the days after your mission, knowing whoever was assigned to it would need to be under the radar until extraction would be less risky. A few nights at least.

He had arranged all of this in front of a room full of highly-perceptive people. No jibing comments were thrown from the other seats, which was so unusual that awkwardness rushed into the void. The panic of perception started to sink in your bones but when you met Bucky’s eye, you stilled. You ceased to wish the ground would swallow you whole the moment his usually stony glare was soft, almost apologetic, as if he was afraid you’d think he’d done this to get you alone. You didn’t smile, hyperaware of the eyes all around, but the look you returned to him seemed to smooth his frayed edges.

Now, there are no prying eyes. Your quickening heartbeat becomes the score of your final stretch towards this unusual hollow of privacy. The house comes more into view. It’s at the end of a straight stretch of road. You tilt your wrist and roll the throttle. As the bike picks up speed, Bucky’s hands slide from your waist down to rest at your hips. It makes your toes curl inside your boots, and you have to hone your focus on the house you’re fast approaching.

The sharp and grey abode look harsh yet at home nestled into the snow-covered bedrock, and the unforgiving structure looks strange bathed in warm pink sunlight. It’s one of those boxy houses made of cool concrete and glass that looks as if it should always be shrouded in cloud cover, but the windows are alive with the rising sun and it pulls a sad smile to your lips.

You ease the bike to a stop when you reach the gate. Both yours and Bucky’s right feet meet the ground to hold the bike as you punch the code into the gate, which opens along with a hidden garage door beneath the house towards which you slip through the fenced doors and quickly guide the bike down a ramp.

The lights gradually flick on as you slow the bike to its final stop next to a few others. You dismount with haste and pull your helmet and gloves off, blowing hot air on your fingers as you rub your hands together. Bucky swings his leg off the bike and removes his own helmet. Strands of his chestnut hair come loose from the knot at the nape of his neck, striking something real and imperfect against his cold-flushed cheekbones. You steal only a quick glance at his rugged tired eyes before he nods his chin towards a staircase that goes up. “Go warm up. I’ll unload.” All you can do is nod, thankful that you can skip off to find a hot shower. The cold is turning painful and the house, though industrial and cavernous, is already pleasantly warm. It isn’t ridiculously large though, and it doesn’t take you long to find a bedroom.

Earlier on in your career, the preparedness of these houses used to haunt you. Somehow, they always had fresh clothes in your size ready and waiting in the wardrobes. Now, you’re desensitised to it all. It’s just another part of the job.

The hot spray is soon welcoming you to your place of rest, easing that chill that had set into your bones, reminding you that you are now safe. Alone. Your pulse drops to your stomach, you breathe through it, and hope you’re not emanating something less savoury than contentment at being here alone with Bucky.

You’re soon dressed and in an industrial-styled kitchen that overlooks a sprawling, picturesque landscape. The floor is warm beneath your socked feet, a feature of the house, and the fridge is stocked for you to begin preparing some food to tame snarling stomachs. Somewhere in your field of sound, the spray of another showed subsides. That pulse picks up again and you focus on cracking some eggs into a white ceramic bowl.

Bucky needs a lot of food, that much is obvious, with the super serum cranking his metabolism, and a lot of protein at that. You’d just finished off breaking the last of the dozen eggs into the bowl when your companion enters the kitchen without a word.

You look up at him, because it would be weird not to, and give a brief, tight smile before opening a drawer in search of a whisk. His brief and welcome hand meets the small of your back as he passes behind you, making his way to start cutting the vegetables you put on the bench. It sends a surge of abashment through your nerves. You curl your toes against the smooth, strangely warm floor.

“I don’t mind cooking.” Your fingers close around a whisk and you close the drawer with your hip.

His head turns in your peripherals so you meet his eye. His stare is soft, framed by the drag of a sleepless night, but not by a hopelessness they once held. He shrugs with one shoulder and almost smiles. “It’s nice to do something normal.” He turns back to the counter and picks up a mushroom, and your eyes roam over him.

The African sun had been kind to him, tinting his skin with pinprick freckles and a tan that had almost faded. His hair holds the summer too. He keeps it pulled back but the shorter pieces frame his face and are laced with tiny threads of gold and the beginnings of grey. You can see the hues even through the post-shower dampness clinging to his waves. The colours are beautiful, you think, because they're signs of life lived after the stolen decades. Of all the scars, age is the only one he deserves. Maybe if you were a different person in a different life, you would've said it out loud. Romanticism doesn't seem to befit you. It feels too soft and too good.

He speaks again as soon as you turn back to the bowl.

“I should’ve got to them first,” he sniffs back the cold. “The guards.”

Your twirl your wrist to beat the eggs and keep your tone level. “I handled it just fine.”

“Yeah, well… I can see-” He lets a breath out and collects his thoughts. “I know y’don’t like it.”

You release your own deep breath through your nose, whisk stilling in your hand. “No one likes it, but it’s part of the job.”

He puts the knife down and turns his head towards you again. “I’m just saying… I can-”

“I don’t want you to do that for me, Bucky.”

Your voice is measured and the whisk doesn’t stop. You smooth a hand against side of the bowl and stare into the milky yellow mixture as it spins and spins and spins. He spent too long taking lives because other people couldn’t do their own dirty work.

“It’s not fair to you.” You sighed once, quickly, almost in a huff, before slowing the whisk again and correcting yourself. “It’s not fair to either of us, but that’s the way the world works.” Indecisive, you put down the utensil and turn your head towards him, shifting your eyes to his chopping board. His body heat skims your left arm. “I don’t want you to protect me from what has to be done. I don’t want you to see me as-”

The words die at your lips and Bucky’s head tilts. “As what?” He prompts in a gentle nudge. His hands are against the counter.

You close your eyes and smile involuntarily, so you force out a dry laugh to cover it up with a shake of your head. Every bit of air in your lungs is screaming out for him to come closer, to rid you of this mounting feeling inside, to break through this barrier of professionalism and fear that you wouldn’t be good for him.

“As one of them,” you can’t meet his eye. “As someone you have to kill for.”

You refused to be the reason he took a life. You weren’t going to do that to him.

You’d be no better than HYDRA.

He responds with something pained, something just above a whisper. “You know how I see you.” It’s not a question, nor an answer. It’s pure honesty simmering just below the horizon.

A strand of his hair is the first thing you feel as he draws closer. It ghosts along your cheekbone and catches the breath in your throat, only for a second though. Your eyes flit upwards, your chin lifts and turns ever so slightly towards him. You soften, to say yes. To say please. And it's all he needs.

His kiss is the opposite of what you expected. It's warm, and gentle.

It's a passion like you've never known.

There's this expectation, with passion, that the intensity should feel like a bolt of lighting or a supernova. Tension builds and builds and it's supposed to break. And sure, it's breaks, but so does the day over the darkness.

If the sun can pour dawn over the horizon, giving a gentle wake to the earth with rosy hues and still remain as powerful, who's to say something as good and inevitable surging through you at the speed of light has to explode. Why couldn't it fill you to the brim and stay full, keeping you bathed in a vivid sunrise.

Everything about him has been severe and guarded, until now. For the first time, while feeling the tenderness of his kiss, you consider that he hadn't built his walls so high because he wanted to keep others out but to keep himself in. You take note that his open palms are still on the counter. His hands were used for so much destruction, perhaps he didn't feel right putting them on you.

Your younger self would have resented his restraint. You would've goaded, chastised, pushed him away until he could meet you with a power you deserved. Why shouldn't he? You can take it; the fingertips sinking into you skin, storm-coloured bruises levied from fun, the gentle ache that pulses through your back from being pinned rough against a wall.

But you’re tired. Exhausted, even. Drained from tensing and flexing and always having to show every ounce of strength. Always a solider, silent and stoic. Always with a job to do. But maybe here, you were just a person.

He pulls away after several moments, still close enough for his breath to graze your lips. You don't look for his eyes because you know he won't meet you there. His tongue peaks out for half a second and he releases a breath before he lifts his head. The gentle warmth of his kiss lingers and emanates.

There's something inside you clawing to get out. A confession, maybe, or a sigh of relief. Or a declaration that you don’t deserve anything as good as what just happened. Whatever it is, it cuts through the air in a haggard little breath.

Sleep deprivation hangs like a thick chain around your neck, your hands are still numb with the lives you ended, you’re filled with an overwhelming warmth that you don’t feel worthy of. It all hits. Every fibre of you aches with the impact.

Bucky turns to steady you before you slouch against the counter.

Maybe he didn’t have to kill for you to make you feel okay. Because more than you could ever know, he gets it. He’s felt it, lived and bled it. All the shame and fleeting doses of heroism that make it all seem justified.

He holds you close. You bury your face in his shoulder with breath heavy and conflicted. His fingers curl against the base of your neck and his arm tightens around your waist, his sure breath is hot above your ear, his heartbeat loud in his chest.

His body say it so his words don’t have to:

I know.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

stranglehold

or: no air? no problem.

gn!reader, standard imperium weirdness, president lasko can absolutely get it. no mentions of choking, although freelancer is told to “hold it”, so take that as you will. freelancer's body is not described in any detail, so please feel free to imagine them however you like! as usual, all my love to the inhabitants of the incubi channel on discord, for whom this was written very quickly, with great love and even greater... urgency, shall we say - as such, please excuse its brevity. lasko entertaining a very special guest in 800 words or less.

please be aware that there is an inherent power imbalance between lasko and freelancer in this fic (academy president and student), and as such the events of this fic may be interpreted as non-consensual. you are very welcome to skip this fic if that isn't your cup of tea, and i encourage you to please stop reading at any point if you feel uncomfortable.

this fic contains explicit content. 18+ only. minors please do not interact. thank you. reader discretion is heavily advised.

Considering how big this office is, there’s not actually a huge amount of room under this desk.

“Catch your breath for a second, my dear. Now, that’s - mmm, that’s it, down you go…”

(Although, to be honest, you’re a little preoccupied with something else right now.)

You’ll admit it - whenever you come in here, your focus tends to be drawn immediately to President Moore. It’s only natural, after all. He’s powerful, charismatic, intelligent, handsome, a tad eccentric when the mood takes him, and everything he does is meticulously designed to make you remember that. Everyone’s the same, regardless of need or station, when it comes to President Moore and his strange, inescapable gravity.

In this room, you’re always focused on President Moore. Right now, you’re extremely focused on the way his cock feels in your mouth as you flick your tongue and swallow around the shaft.

His hand is heavy on the back of your head, the other tapping away at his keyboard while he adjusts some document or another, and if it weren’t for the way you can feel his hips jerking ever so slightly whenever you moan around him, you could almost believe that there was nothing going on at all. To the rest of the world it’s a secret, but you know better. Monday afternoons are always fun in Lasko Moore’s office.

“Deeper, darling. You remember what we said last time, don’t you, hmm? About th- ohh…”

Your jaw aches as he pulls you closer, cock pressing even further down your throat until you’re practically face-first in his lap, thick saliva soaking into the fabric of his dress slacks. You’ve been at this for a while, coming straight here from your last lecture and dropping your bag by the door when he let you in, letting him lead you under his desk and onto your knees in a matter of minutes. What can you say? He likes to take his time with you.

(You’re technically supposed to be in class right now, but a few strings had been pulled and you were mysteriously moved to the other seminar group that runs tomorrow instead. It’s not your fault that President Moore wanted to set some time aside to personally tutor you, and it’s not something you’re going to complain about. After all, he does exactly what he promises. You’d say that his tutoring is very personal, indeed.)

“Just a little more, just- hold it, hold it!”

Above your head, you hear the clatter of his glasses as he pulls them off his face and drops them on the desk, head falling back just a touch and Adam’s apple shifting under the skin as his eyes flutter closed for a moment. His foot tips upwards, leather pressing more insistently between your legs, and you moan your gratitude into his lap as the laces of his dress shoe rub just right against you. The hand on your head tightens, and he hinges forward slightly over your head as he moans, filling your mouth with the familiar taste of his cum. You don’t move, just letting him use your mouth while he comes back down, and you’re rewarded by his pleased smile when his eyes finally open. Gently, he guides your head away, thumbing over your bottom lip in satisfaction.

“Swallow,” he commands, breath a bit faster than usual, so you do, sticking out your tongue with a proud smile when he taps your cheek. He likes to make sure that you do what he asks. “Very good.” One perfect eyebrow raises, gaze trailing casually down your body, and it’s so difficult not to squirm under the burning spotlight of his attention. He doesn’t look at you like a toy, or an object, or a plaything. He doesn’t need to. You know as well as he does that it’s true. You’re his, in this room most of all, his most treasured little darling that prefers the taste of his kiss to any wine he gives you, that craves the glow of his adoration as much as the sting of his disapproval, that knows every curve and line and swirl in the wood of his desk where he bends you over it. In Lasko’s eyes, you are no mere toy. In Lasko’s eyes, you have always been his prize.

“You know what to do, my dear.”

“Yes, sir.” He’s right. You do know.

The sound of rustling fabric, elastic snapping against the skin as you hurry to slide your underwear down your legs, and President Moore finally turns his attention to the other side of the desk.

“Now then, Huxley. What was it that you wanted to speak to me about, exactly?”

masterlist

this is an original work by @gingerbreadmonsters - please do not repost or misattribute

[chaoticgremlinwholikescheese]

I Love Every Variation of You

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

buck runs into an ex

and the ex sucks

Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Non-Consensual Touching

Drinking

Sexual Harassment

TW: mentions of drinking, sexual harassment, slut shaming

You'd think after thousands of years of evolution humans would be smarter. Yet, somehow, humans can be so unbelievably dumb. They've been called to a scene where a guy is stuck in a garbage can. His friend made a bet that he wouldn't fit, and now he's unable to get out. It's as funny as it is stupid. It's taking all of Buck's restraint not to burst out laughing. He has to remain professional.

"Chim, grab the saw. It'll be easiest to cut him out," Bobby orders.

"On it, Cap."

The man pales a bit at the mention of the saw. Hen reassures him that it won't hurt him, it'll just cut through the metal. He still looks like he's about to pass out. That could also be due to the lack of blood flow, but there's nothing they can do about that until he gets out. Chim returns a few moments later with the saw. Cutting him out only takes a couple of minutes. The guy immediately stretches out, sighing in relief. Hen and Chim offer to take him to the hospital to make sure he's fine, but he turns them down. He's more focused on getting the twenty bucks from his friend for winning the bet.

They head back to the station. They arrive just as B-shift is getting there. They're working the nightshift today, which Buck is grateful for. He could use a good night's sleep. He'd picked up Alvarez's shift so she could go on a trip with her wife. He's been working for 48 hours straight without much rest.

"You guys wanna grab a drink?" Chim calls out.

"Absolutely. I'm craving fried food. Can we go to that bar with the garlic fries?" Hen chimes in.

"Yes. But you have to promise that you'll bring breath mints with you. Eddie, Bobby, Buck, you in?"

Bobby bows out because he has plans with Athena. Buck is tempted to say no and go home, but he'd much rather hang out with his friends than go back to his empty loft. He'd driven with Eddie today, so the two of them head out together. Eddie's driving, so Buck picks the music. They discuss their day on the way there.

"I'm just saying, if you want to eat peanut butter with an allergy, at least do it outside of a hospital," Eddie laughs.

"Hey, at least he called us before eating it."

"It's quite the sacrifice to make for a bit of peanut butter."

"You're one to talk. I've seen you eating out of the peanut butter jar with a spoon."

Eddie smiles guiltily. They pull into the parking lot of the bar. It's packed. Hen and Chim are already there. They've claimed a booth far away from the door. There's a plate of garlic fries sitting on the table. Hen has already eaten most of them. Eddie places an order of plain fries for the rest of them. The music is loud, but not overwhelming. It's some old pop song. Buck recognizes the lyrics but can't think of the name.

"What are you guys planning for your 48 off?" Chim asks around a mouthful of fries.

"We're taking Chris to an exhibit at the science museum. Him and Buck have been talking about it for weeks. What about you?"

"Maddie and I have a date planned. It's some place Bobby recommended."

"I'm just going to take it easy. Have a lazy weekend. Karen and I have been trying to find time to watch a movie."

They chatter aimlessly, enjoying each other's company. Buck snatches a fry out of Eddie's hand like a shark. Eddie rolls his eyes, but there's no heat behind it. He can't help the smile that graces his face. Chim debates with Buck about whether or not he can beat him in a game of four square. Neither of them have played in decades, but they ignore that fact. Eddie keeps quiet about his elementary school title as 'four square king'.

"I'm going to go grab a beer. Anyone want one?"

Everyone gives Buck their orders. They all get the same things as usual. It's tradition. It's fairly simple for Buck to remember. He still recites it under his breath as he makes his way to the bar. The bartender is busy, running back and forth. Buck remembers what that was like. Working at a bartender is always harder than it looks. Buck waits until the bartender has a free moment to place his order.

While waiting, he leans against the bar. He rests his elbows on the wood. The bar is filling up fast. Buck looks around the room. There's a group of young women in a corner, wearing matching bachelorette party gear. A couple is sitting at a table, chatting over a shared bottle of wine. A few people are flirting at the bar. A woman makes her way over to Buck, and he politely turns her down. He tells her his boyfriend is sitting across the room. She apologizes and heads off, moving to flirt with a woman farther down. She seems to have more success with her than she did with Buck.

"Evan Buckley?"

Buck looks towards the voice. He curses internally when he sees who it is. He knew he recognized the voice. It's his ex-boyfriend, Russell. He hadn't seen Russ in years, not since he first moved to LA. He hasn't changed much. Besides a few more wrinkles and a couple grey hairs, he looks the same. Russ had been a mistake. He seemed sweet at first. Turned out that he's a piece of shit. He had cheated on Buck with a guy he met at work. And if that wasn't bad enough, he tried to blame Buck for it, purposely preying on all of Buck's insecurities. Buck had gotten out of there as soon as he could. He was hoping he would never have to see this guy again.

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[unchartedperils]

Hi. I’m back into Tomb Raider after 4+ months away. And do I have yet another WIP Fanfic in the works:

As you know, I love to kidnap my video game women. Including one certain Lara Croft. 2013 gets too much hate for it (even if they sorta went overboard first 20 mins with Torture Lara Croft Simulator 2013), but Lara eventually toughens up enough to save her friends and destroy the curse that is Yamatai and it’s Sun Queen.

When I finally played 2013 last year, some bad plot and aged/broken at times gameplay aside…it’s a brilliant and unique game that begins the road to this new Lara Croft being A SURVIVOR who still wants to honor her father, but in the right way.

In particular did I really love her surrogate father-daughter relationship with Conrad Roth, a English Royal Marine turned sailor and freelance treasure hunter. Roth was her dad’s best friend and bodyguard, promising to look after Lara upon Richard’s death. He’s watched Lara grow up into a young woman who’s too set for adventure. But his Endurance Expedition and it’s unfortunate marooning will not only test their relationship, but their bonds with the rest of the crew as well.

In essence, Conrad Roth is Lara Croft’s counter to Victor “Goddamn” Sullivan and his relationship with Nathan Drake.

With all of that said, let’s get to the fic setup: this is a planned Tomb Raider 2013 Fix It/AU. As usual with most of my fics, expect “Damsel Whump” a tad more often or two than even 2013 showed. Aka more Lara Croft and you guessed it: She WILL be properly BOUND AND GAGGED (likely too alongside her best friend Samantha Nishimura in THAT SCENE included).

But it’s not just damsel whump I want to feature: I want to do what 2013 unfortunately failed to do beyond certain dialogue and a very few select moments (unfortunates over half of Lara’s development in the Survivor Trilogy is via her Survivor comics set before and in-between 2013/Rise+Rise/Shadow) and that is CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. I want to tell more about Lara and Roth’s bond as well as the rest of the gang, including Lara’s best friendship Sam and how she is always doing her best even in the face of danger to boost Lara’s fragile confidence up.

Btw I will go ahead and spoil one plot point in which I want to do: I want Roth to LIVE PAST 2013 and INTO RISE. Granted, thanks to the events of my current WIP (crossover with Uncharted post-Lost Legacy featuring Sam Drake and Chloe Frazer), Roth will still perish. But I feel like he deserves more time to shine before his eventual demise in Lara’s arms.

And I will give one more major plot point I want to develop: Lara’s other mentor in 2013 is Dr. James Whitman, an American archeologist who to not say too much…doesn’t have the most outgoing or caring personality. How does he get to this point and will his and Lara’s bond ever be repaired? Find out already in this opening chapter!

With all that said and done, here’s Chapter 1 of Tied Up Tomb Raider 2013: Bondage of the Sun Queen! Chapter 1 alone contains creepy behavior including non consensual touching and oogling, kidnapping, non consensual bondage, and implied rape. But expect in future chapters the strong language, violence with blood, gore, and featuring of major character deaths through the fic to come along with of course more non con (won’t do explicit rape compared to many of my darkest stuff here, but for those fans of my darkest stuff: I’ll likely do some oneshot stuff or even short chapter AUs of Lara, Sam, and maybe even Joslin Reyes having their way with 😈)!

Oh and PS, hope you enjoy the manips down below too in addition to our opening chapter. PPS, now I’m wanting to write a weird out of left field crossover between Tomb Raider 2013 and Grand Theft Auto down the line. Read the captions and you’ll tell the potential plot bunny. 😏

[ur-moms-my-gf]

Ok I had to put this somewhere idk if this will come across anyone’s dash who has advice but I kinda need it.

So I’ve been dating my partner for nearly 5 months, both of us have multiple mental illnesses, one of theirs is Bipolar Disorder. I note this because I’m wondering if that could be part of the reason this situation occurred.

We are long distance and this past week I’ve been visiting them so for like 3 days straight of just happy, lovey serotonin, dopamine, all the good shit.

Two nights ago they started hitting a really low dip, which has happened before in a similar way, of course the difference is, it’s always been over call. They begin to say self deprecating things, like I deserve better, they’re a piece of shit, again stuff I’ve kinda navigated before so I’m doing all I can to reassure them and bring them to a more grounded way of thinking, listening to the facts verses their brains self hating dialogue.

They begin to say how things are going to end eventually and I should just leave now, etc. then they pulled away like they were going to leave, we’d been sitting on the bathroom floor this entire time.

They stood and I curled into a ball in the corner and sobbed. Right outside the bathroom is the kitchen and one of the drawers had many knives in it, they began to open the drawer and I jumped to my feet pushed them out of the way and put my body between them and the drawer, keeping it closed. They tried pulling me away but I stood planted, L

“You’ll have to kill me before I let you get in that drawer.” I said, tears continuing to fall.

Then they wrapped their hands around my neck and started squeezing. I kept my ground in front of the drawer their grip was tight, more than just kinky in the bedroom, but I knew they’d stop, they said they didn’t, but I could see it in them, like it was a primal challenge, like who was more serious, that they’d have to kill me or that I’d make them to get in that drawer. I’m not really sure either way if either of us won that challenge. I kept my hands on their arms and said, “it’s okay.” Harder to breathe but not enough to make me pass out.

They let go.

I took a deep breath and they turned walking away towards the door. I grabbed my phone I tried to run into the bathroom and lock myself in, I said I was going to tell their mom, I’m not sure if I meant it.

They pleaded, tugging on the door handle, both of us in a struggle, pushing and pulling the door between open and closed.

They began to cry, begging me not to send them back to the psyche ward, my heart cracked. They collapsed into my arms with sobs.

We talked about it, very seriously and I plan to talk to them about it again tonight to reiterate the boundary. They promised nothing like this would ever happen again, and I told them if anything ever happened like that again, if they touch me in a harmful manor {not including kinky consensual sex stuff} I will leave the relationship as well as tell their parents. I am also trying to make sure they talk to their therapist about this. Both of us know this behavior was unacceptable, and they genuinely feel remorse and guilt about it.

Am I being stupid? I know love isn’t always enough in relationships, and that my safety matters more. However I genuinely believe they are intent on making sure nothing like that happens again, I believe people can change, I believe it’s possible as long as they’re willing to. I also feel like this (not as extreme as choking obvi) this kind of stuff kind of comes with the territory of being in a relationship with someone who has severe mental illness, am I wrong? Is that too naive? I don’t want to lose them, I love them. It’s just not a black and white situation.

Any advice for a bipolar persons partner??

[bunkerbucky]

Casual Sabotage *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Reader is hit with sex pollen. Except she doesn't crave her boyfriend, Steve Rogers. No, it's his best friend, Bucky Barnes, that she wants inside of her. Bucky, in the beginning, is a good bro and refuses. But due to the fact she sucks his dick so good he kinda, sorta, loses that restraint and just fucks her regardless of who she belongs to.

Rating: Explicit [+18]

Warnings: Sex pollen= Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Rough blow-job, rough oral-sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, breeding kink, size kink- Bucky has a big dick in this lmao, choking and biting kink, infidelity; Reader cheats on Steve. 

TW: Dub-con- Reader is under sex pollen, so she actually cannot give consent and also because Bucky is so resistant in the beginning. It turns consensual on Bucky's part, he gives in to the temptation. But, obviously, reader is still influenced so... the lines are blurred.

Yourself and Bucky had searched the Hydra base from tippy-top to bottom. There was nothing out of the ordinary, which infuriated you a little. With the amount of recon work you both had to do, the long nights of watching the agents coming and going, you felt like you both deserved a small win, at least.

A long sigh escaped from your lips as Bucky's fingers typed furiously on the computers keyboard, a USB stick in hand just in case he found something exciting. Your arms were crossed over your chest, eyes scanning around the bases' security room, roaming the shelves and cabinets that held nothing of importance. A week of nothing, you wanted to cry.

"Hmm," Bucky low hum attracted your attention, "It says there's a basement to this building, we haven't checked that out." His steel eyes look over the screen and at you, you respond with a shrug of your shoulders. "We've got two hours before the cavalry arrives to pick us up, let's explore and see if we can obtain something to keep from Rogers from complainin'"

You giggle slightly at Bucky's comment, nodding in agreement with him. Steve would have a lot to say if you went back empty-handed, especially since he sent you both rather than himself. But you couldn't lie and say the thought of seeing Steve after so long didn't excite you. You had missed your boyfriend dearly, you weren't allowed on missions together since finally making things official. Work ethics and all that jazz.

Instead, you and Bucky had started to partner up, Steve didn't trust anyone but himself, and Bucky, to keep an eye out for you. Who better to watch over his best girl than his best friend, plus Bucky was your friend before you got with Steve.

"What if we go down there and there's a great, big monster waiting for us?" Sliding into the small elevator beside Barnes.

Bucky looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, "Then I'll be throwing you out as a distraction, so I can press the elevator door button to leave."

You both ended up laughing at his response, although when the doors finally did open and reveal a darkened basement layer... there was a moment of silence, you both side-eyeing one another at the lack of sound and movement.

Bucky stepped off first and the automatic lighting triggered him to pull his gun from its holster, his reflexes sharp and fast. You step off and follow Bucky down the hall towards double doors, the room through those doors was abandoned and huge. Desks with old computers, all smashed and out of use. Stacks of files and paper scattered on desks and the floor. Despite the mess, it all looks really promising, there had to be something amongst the chaos.

You both separate to cover more ground, you only had a limited time before you had to leave. You looked through paper and files, shuffling through stacks of meaningless bullshit. Hydra certainly kept a record of everything, including all the worthless crap. You wondered if they actually printed this stuff to lead you guys on wild goose chases like this, to make sure you were distracted with searching for something important amongst all their bullshit.

You ended up in the far back of the room, a small desk area had random empty vials littered across it. Files labelled in Russian, that you couldn't translate very well.

"Hey, Buck," You called over your shoulder as you lifted an empty vial, a cork tightly shoved in the top; curious. "Think I might've found something."

The vial itself was black, not black liquid, the vial was just black. It didn't feel weighted, it didn't feel like anything was moving inside of it. So, curiosity got the best of you because you yanked the cork off the vial. Black smoke puffed out and into your face causing you to inhale and go into a coughing fit. Waving your arms in front of your face, coughing at the inhalation of whatever was inside that vial.

It smelt like... old leather, peppermint toothpaste and...something else, like a deep musk. Odd.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bucky suddenly appeared at your side, a hand placed on your back and eyeing you with concern. He then grabbed the vial from your hand, it was clear and no longer black. "What happened?"

Your coughing had subsided, you felt fine. "I think there was some kind of smoke or whatever in there, I don't know. The black stuff just burst out, I was stupid-"

"Damn, right." Bucky looked mad, which was a given. "Hydra is known for making gas poisons, Y/N. That was a rookie move, never open strange vials." He didn't sound too mad at you, a little more concerned and worried.

You nodded, frowning when feeling the back of your neck sweating. You felt... hot. A sweat was taking over your body, your mouth was getting dry and your mind was going fuzzy. Bucky hadn't noticed, his eyes cast down to the Russian files on the desk, his hand flipping through the old pages and taking the information in with wide eyes. You briefly wondered if whatever is written in that file had anything to do with that vial.

"Fuck," Bucky muttered.

"What?" Your throat was scratchy, your breathing was becoming laboured and your palms were sweaty.

You didn't feel hot, though. You didn't feel sick either.

"Well, I'm guessing whatever was in that vial was... to put it plainly, sex pollen. It makes the patient unable to think of anything but sex, all they want and all they feel is lust. It's basically either used to breed or on prisoners- the pain of not getting off thoroughly enough can lead to the patient taking extreme measures: death." He shakes his head, you don't notice the horrified look In his eyes at the thought of maybe it being used on him when under Hydra's control. "You're likely fine, though."

"I wouldn't be so sure," You managed to gasp out, your thighs squeezing together and eyes closed, you wanted to feel embarrassed but you couldn't. "My head is spinning and, fuck, I need to get this off. I feel too hot, I'm burnin' up." Clawing at the collar of your own tact suit, your hands were shaking and you couldn't bring yourself to look at Bucky.

You wanted to look at him though. You knew he was standing close to you because you could smell him, he smelt like the black smoke did. He smelt delicious, intoxicating in the best way. God, you wanted him so badly. You needed him.

"It's going to be okay, Y/N. I promise, we'll get you back to Steve and he can-"

You shook your head and finally pulled the zipper down of your jacket, shrugging the bulletproof material off your shoulders.

"Need you." You managed to mumble out, lifting your gaze to Bucky, who was frowning and shaking his head. "Please, Buck. I need you! I can feel my skin crawling and-I'm in so much pain, please." Your voice a mix between a whine and beg.

"I can't- you're not thinking properly. Steve will be here soon and he can help you, he's your boyfriend, remember?"

You pulled the black, tight sleeved henley from your body and let it drop to the floor, it covered in sweat. You're standing in a sports bra and tact pants, chest heaving as you try to intake gulps of oxygen from your panting. Even with half your clothes off you still felt sweat bead and drip down your skin.

"I can't wait that long," You sniffled but no tears forming. "Please, I want you-I've always wanted you. You read the file, I'm going to die!"

Bucky continued to shake his head. "I won't do that Steve. It says that it took a couple of hours till that point, Steve'll be here soon and I'll explain to him what happened."

You groaned painfully, shaking your own head now. Not understanding why he couldn't just help you now. You were in immense pain and the throbbing heat in your core wasn't letting up.

You didn't want Steve to help you. You didn't need Steve to help you, it wasn't just because he wasn't here. You wanted Bucky. The smell of him, the heat radiating off his body when it was close to yours. You craved for him to touch you, to fuck you. You were sure the moment he touched you that the pain would ease, the flames that were consuming you would simmer down.

And you were certain that he wanted you too.

Taking the initiative you moved closer to Bucky, the short hairs on the back of your neck were drenched in sweat, you could feel it drip down your back. You placed a hand softly on his metal arm, the cool vibranium instantly cooling you down. Bucky let out a shaky breath and looked at you, eyebrows furrowing together as he took in your features. You were sure you could see the fight in his eyes, he wanted to help you. To touch you.

It was frustrating that he wasn't giving in. That he wasn't falling to his desires.

"I won't tell Steve, I promise." You whispered and pressed a kiss to his collar, inhaling his scent and shuddering when it filled your senses. He wasn't pushing you away, but he also wasn't giving in to touching you back. "It can be our little secret. I know you'll make me feel really good, he won't be able to help me like you can."

Her other hand trailed down his chest and stopped at his belt, Bucky was too busy telling her everything he had already been saying. Telling you how you love Steve and Steve loves you. It would break Steve's heart if he found out about this talk from you if he knew what you were saying to Buck. You didn't care, not right now anyway. You had always found Bucky attractive and before getting with Steve you had entertained the thought of Bucky, but he was just getting back his life. A relationship seemed too much for him, well that's what you thought.

You didn't settle for Steve, that was never the case. You love Steve, you know that. But, right now, here with Bucky, you knew that he'd be able to help you with this- more than Steve could. Steve was a peaceful lover, an attentive one. You needed this illness fucked out of you- at least, that's what your hazy brain was telling you.

Your hand slipped under his belt, a wide grin taking over your face at Bucky's shock, words choking out as you wrapped a hand around his dick. A sense of pride coming over you as he began to get hard in your hand, a few quick jerks as started to undo his pants with your free hand. Bucky was stunned into silence and compliance, unable to stop you just from the fact he hadn't been touched like this in a while.

He came to his senses when you noticed you get to your knees, his pants undone and pulled down his muscular thighs. Bucky slapped your hands away and tries to pull his pants back up, but you were putting up quite the fight. You roughly pushed him back, he ended up falling to the ground due to his pants restricting his movements. In the moments he fell down and was trying to figure out what happened, you had pulled down his boxers and gulped dryly at his semi-hard length.

"You're so big," You mumbled before wrapping your lips around the tip, a loud groan echoed through the room from Bucky.

You could feel him growing inside of your mouth as you tried to take more of him down, slobbering up his dick and licking around the shaft. Pulling off to run your tongue around the veins and down to his balls, gently suckling them into your mouth as you jerked his length till it was fully standing erect. You smirked to yourself at all of the noises Bucky was making, a hand being placed on your hair- which normally you hated Steve's hand in your hair, but you'd allow Bucky this time.

"Fuck my throat," spit was around your mouth and down your chin, "fuck my throat with your big cock."

Bucky's eyes were wide and lust-filled, there was still a hesitancy from him. A dilemma going on in that head of his, so you wrapped your lips around his cock again and started to slowly take him down. He was bigger than Steve, so much bigger, but that only spurred you on. You wanted him to roughly fuck your throat, you wanted to feel him at the back of your throat even after this.

You felt both his hands on your head... he started to push your head further down, the tip hit the back of your throat and you still hadn't taken all of him. He started to ease past your limitations, your eyes filled with tears as he stuffed your mouth impossibly full. Your lips stretched wide around his girth, he could feel your throat constrict around him and the slight gag you couldn't help because of how far he was down your throat.

"Fuck, so good." Bucky groaned lowly, eyes completely black and bottom lip trapped between his teeth. You knew your panties were soaking, a slickness collecting on your thighs as you rubbed them together, the flimsy material of your underwear was sticking to you and making you rub yourself just to alleviate the friction. "I'll deal with your pussy in second, right now I'm going to fill this hole up."

It was like Bucky snapped, the trepidation he was feeling before was long gone. It was now replaced with this new Bucky, and you loved him.

He wasn't merciful when he started to thrust in and out of your mouth, his balls were slapping against your chin harshly. The grip in your hair was harsh as he pushed and pulled your head to meet his hard thrusts, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as he basically skull fucked you. Loud gagging sounds, your throat squeezing his cock as you fought for air, he only eased up when you looked like you were going to pass out. It was seconded worth of air before he repeated his onslaught, spit and cum was dribbling down your chin and onto your chest and sportsbra. Bucky kept his eyes on you, it made you shiver how he was looking at you.

Bucky didn't warn you when he was about to cum, instead, he held your head down, almost shoving his entire cock down your throat as loads of his cum spurted out and shot straight down your throat into your tummy. You hardly tasted his cum because of how far he was down your throat. He groaned as he came, swallowing thrusting his hips into your mouth as he milked his orgasm. He pulled you off his cock, it was still hard, thankfully.

He helped pull you to your feet then undressed you, roughly pulling the sports bra off your chest and yanking your pants down your legs. He ripped your panties to shreds and let the tattered pieces fall to the floor, his hungry gaze took in your shaking, naked form. Your thighs were glistening from your arousal and it was still leaking from your pussy, hardly any attention to it made you needy and wishing to be stuffed full.

"Turn around." The authority in his voice made you shiver.

You turned around and felt Bucky place a hand on your shoulder, bending you over the desk where you found the vial. The pieces of paper clinging to your sweaty skin and making you keen into his touch more. He kicked your feet further apart, a hand tickling the insides of your thighs and collecting your sweet juices. Expecting to feel fingers prodding around your entrance, instead, you felt a firm tongue lick from clit to fluttering hole, it dipping inside and collecting the juices wanting to leak out of you.

Your mouth fell open into a silent scream, his tongue was exploring so far into your pussy, his hands gripped your cheeks apart so he could push further inside of you. Tongue fucking you so roughly and expertly, your eyes almost went crossed out from the feeling. You didn't know you could be tongue fucked this good, but Bucky just lived to prove you wrong. The slurping sounds and moans from the man behind you, he lifted and bent your knee to rest on the table; opening you up further for his trained tongue.

"You're gonna have to let me have a taste of this everyday from now on, baby." Bucky groaned against your pussy, mouth closing around your clit as he sucked harshly, your mouths drowning out his own. "Taste so good," the tip of his tongue running figure eights on your engorged clit.

Bucky must've stayed between your legs for minutes, but it felt like hours. He pulled two back-to-back orgasms from you, only using his tongue. When he was done eating your pussy, he stood up and draped himself over your back, an arm wrapping around your neck as he breathed heavily into your ear. You could feel his cock nudge up against your pussy, sliding and coating himself in your juices.

"You ready for me?" You whined your response, trying to push yourself back against him but his arm tightened around your throat- not restricting your airflow. "Think your little pussy can take my dick, dolly?" You nodded in a rush, needing it inside of you otherwise you was going to die. "I've got you," The tip nudges against your entrance and began to push inside, the stretch was painful but welcoming. "Daddy's got you."

Your pussy fluttered around his length, the more he pushed his thick length in the more you moaned. He wasn't even half-way in when you started to babble about how he was too big for you, how he wouldn't fit inside of you. That only made Bucky want to prove you wrong, want to prove that you were made to take him. He started to thrust shallowly, rocking his length in and out of you, impaling you on him more whenever he pushed forward.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he stopped and remained inside of your tight, heat for a moment. Relishing in the way you were split open around his cock, your walls were spasming around him and he was having a hard time not cumming on the spot. You felt so tight, so warm and wet around him, suddenly envious that Steve got to have you all the time. But he was planning on ruining you, to make sure the next time you fucked Steve it wouldn't feel as good.

He was going to fuck you so hard, so deep that you'd be wishing Steve was this big.

"Hang on, baby." That was the only warning you got.

Bucky started to pummel inside of you, his thrusts were hard and fast, his cock was kissing your cervix. You really could only just lay there and take it, your mouth open as moans were ripped from you, eyes rolling back as he kept impaling his girth inside of you. He was hitting spots so deep you knew you'd be feeling him for days afterwards, you'd be walking with limp and sore, it was worth it.

The way he was fucking you, it was as if he had something to prove.

The sound of skin slapping skin, his grunts and groans right beside your ear. His arm around your neck, clenching and cutting your airflow off at times, had you cumming within seconds and he still didn't let up. He didn't stop and fucked you through your third orgasm.

Your mind was starting to come down from the pollen, the pain and fever you were feeling had gone. Replaced now with pleasure and pain, a mix you didn't think you were into but now couldn't get enough of. All you could think and feel was Bucky Barnes. This was no longer the effects of the pollen anymore, this was pure you and riding on the afterglow of Bucky fucking you like you needed.

"Harder." You mumbled through heavy pants, tilting your head to look at him over your shoulder.

A smirk crossed his features, metal arm holding your hip in a bruising grip. Complying with your order and snapping his hips hard into your heat, grinding his hips against yours before pulling back out and repeating. It causes your back to arch, pressing your pussy back against his thrusts with little mewls leaving your lips.

"Kiss me." You plead breathlessly.

Bucky doesn't falter with that demand either. Draping himself over your body again and pressing his plump lips against yours, the kiss is far more gentle than his thrusts, but it still has you moaning against him. He was kissing you like you was fragile, yet fucking you like you were some kind of sex toy that he was using just to jerk off into. It was making your head spin and your pussy needy for more.

"You gonna come again?" Bucky chuckled against your ear, you nodded sharply and cried in pleasure when he bit your shoulder, cumming on the spot when his teeth dug into your flesh. "Mm'good girl." He mumbled as he licked at the tender spot, you could feel his hips stuttering their pace.

"Cum in me." You grinned and he cursed lowly, eyes squeezing shut. "Want you to fill me up, daddy. Fuckin' fuck a baby into me, fill me up."

The arm around your neck was pulled away, hand splaying across your back as he started to thrust into you in tight, fast and hard thrusts. Using your body to seek his own pleasure now, you were biting your lip at the thought of him filling you up. Not even caring if he actually did knock you up, you needed his cum inside of you.

Bucky found his end after a few careful thrusts, warm ropes of his seed filling you up and then some, he filled you up so much that it started to seep out around his cock. He groaned at the mess he made inside of you, he carefully pulled out of your abused cunt to see your hole clenching, trying to keep his creamy load inside of yourself. He had to look away because if he kept staring he'd get hard again, he didn't think you could take another round or load.

You remained bent over the desk and trying to catch your breath, his human hand was rubbing comforting circles on your back. Before you or Bucky could say something a buzzing sound captured both of your attention, it was coming from Bucky's pant pocket. He left you to retrieve his phone, eyes scanning over the device for a moment before he looked at you.

"Steve is waiting at the extraction point for us," You nodded mutely and you both got dressed in mutual silence.

He helped you to look presentable, ignoring the fingerprint bruise on your hip and the obvious bite mark on your shoulder. You were unsure how to explain any of that to Steve, you were also unsure how to explain what happened to Bucky. Obviously, you had still had those feelings for him, right? Otherwise, you would have been able to wait for Steve, it was like all sense of self-control had left you and only Bucky remained in your mind.

As you both left the base in awkward silence, treking the five miles towards the extraction zone, you wondered if you would have craved for Bucky if you was with Steve. If after all this time it was Bucky and not Steve you wanted.

All you knew was that Bucky had ruined you. You could still feel the impression of him inside of you, the way he had so deliciously stretched you open and impaled you on him. The way he had roughly fucked your throat like it was nothing but a hole to get off into. He had fucked you, in more ways than one.

(Please, let me know what you think! I’m also taking requests too! Honestly, kinda wanna write a part 2 where Reader tries to have sex with Steve but fakes her orgasm just to go to Bucky... I’m a bad person, I just think Bucky would be better than Steve tbh lol~ Lilith)

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Hello! I love your work!

Could you please write consensual somnophilia with dom!namjoon and him waking his s/o up?

Thank you!!

I see somnophilia is quite popular... 🥴

The thing is, you were a night owl. And Namjoon had to wake up early for work. So your sleep schedules didn't always match. Your boyfriend complained about that a few times, whining about having to get off the bed without being able to kiss you good morning and such. After some interrogation, however, you realized the true reason Namjoon was sulky was that, more often than not, he woke up horny and with morning wood. And he wanted to fuck you good to start his day off nicely. He loved morning sex. And the idea didn't sound too bad to you, it didn't sound bad at all.

So you had told him anytime he wanted to have sex, he could just wake you up. He always made you cum so hard it wasn’t hard to go right back to sleep, anyway. And he did so. Some days he just poked you till you were up, some days he ate your pussy out until you moaned so loud you woke yourself up. And it didn’t take too long for you to get used to such treatment, it didn’t take long for him to be bolder in what exactly he was doing to you while you slept.

He didn’t even wake up hard this time, yet immediately got excited when he saw your sleeping form. You were cute, having kicked away the covers because you were too hot, shorts ridden so high up your waist he could see your panties underneath them, tank top shuffled till it revealed your tummy, and your boobs had almost slipped completely out. Your face was so blissful, lips slightly parted as soft snoring came out like whistles between your teeth. So cute, so blissful, so… hot. Namjoon was getting hard at the sight of you. Namjoon was getting addicted to fucking you like that.

His breath was caught in his throat when you moved in your sleep, and he palmed himself through his boxers, sighing at the feeling. His hands landed on your knees, softly stroking you and hiking higher, delicately and carefully, not wanting to wake you up yet. Your body reacted to his touch, tiny squirms underneath his fingers, yet not enough to draw you from your slumber. And Namjoon was pulling down your shorts and panties without wasting any more time.

“Pretty pussy,” he mumbled to himself when you were naked from the waist down. So pretty, it made his dick twitch. You, still in ignorant sleep, while your boyfriend licked his fingers and brought them to your cunt, rubbing you softly. Instinctively, your legs tried to close, but Namjoon held them wide open, making you whine a bit. His heart was racing as he was watching your face for any reactions, any signs that you were waking up. He wasn’t sure what he wanted more: to fuck you like that without you even realizing until you woke up hours later and felt his cum drip out of you, or to have you come to now and catch him in the act, hearing your pretty moans as he fucks you wide awake.

His fingers were getting coated in your slick, and he noticed how your breathing was getting harder. Fuck, fuck, so hot… He freed himself, dick so hard and leaking precum as he spat on it to lube himself more before bringing the tip to your cunt. He teased it up and down your folds a few times, watching as you frowned and twitched at the contact. And he slipped inside, just a couple of inches at first, careful not to be too harsh and scare you.

“Fuck, so wet,” he grunted, not having expected such a reaction from your unconscious body. It filled him with pride, thrusting in and out of you slowly. Shit, it took everything in him not to start pounding you senseless right then and there. Breath heaving, voice straining, Namjoon crawled over your sleeping form until he had his head buried in the crook of your neck. He bottomed out eventually, still keeping his thrusts gentle, and he could hear tiny whines hummed in the back of your throat. A ray of sunshine crept in through the window and hit your face right on your closed eyelids, making you frown even more.

It was so calm and quiet other than Namjoon’s labored breathing; as if what was happening was a secret, was criminal. Namjoon was fucking his girlfriend in the most illicit way possible and it made him groan at the thought. He saw your mouth drop harder when he picked up his pace a bit, a silent cry, an orgasm expression all over your face, and he couldn’t help but grab your jaw with force.

“Fuck, baby, so good…” He was aware he was speaking to himself, but the words just poured out of him. Coarse whispers in his morning voice. Lewd praises you would never know of. He moved his hand from your jaw to your throat, feeling how you were struggling to breathe properly. And then he saw your eyes open, only halfway, focusing on nothing in particular. He could tell you still hadn’t realized what was happening, probably still trying to distinguish reality from your dreams. And to give you a point of reference, he ground his hips harder into you, lips crushing on your neck.

You finally looked at him. “Nam-joon?” you gasped, voice cracking.

“Good morning, baby,” he struggled to speak, face red and sweaty above yours as he bit his lower lip. And it all suddenly clicked. A long moan leaving your mouth as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, pussy clenching dangerously around his dick.

“Oh my God, daddy-” you choked, and Namjoon’s hips faltered. Your arms went to wrap over his shoulders, trying to hold him closer. “I was feeling so full and I didn’t know why…” you whined.

Namjoon grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, changing his angle. “Oh, yeah?” He was hitting right on your sweet spot in your pussy, making you yelp with every thrust. “Well, daddy’s gonna fill you up more.” His hand traveled down your form until he pushed your tank top further up to be able to look down at you, at the way his dick was disappearing inside you, his tip probing your lower belly and creating a bulge. “Gonna fuck my cum into you, that way you’ll still have me inside you when I leave.” Grunting hard as he got closer to fulfilling his promise, your pussy pulsing around him as you were getting closer to screaming his name.

And when he leaned down to kiss you, it was over for both of you.

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Curiosity Killed The Cat ~ LMH & LF [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.9K

PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader x Felix

GENRE: consensual smut, Hitman au, mentions of death, assisnation, bombings, blood, face riding, oral, threesome, M/F/M, after care, no protection

A/N: Please I had so much fun with this! I love writing AU’s so much!!! 🥺🥰💗 Hope this is okay for you my lovely little anon!

"If you don't stop tapping that pen I'm going to shove it so far down your neck you'll whistle when you breathe," Minho growled in Felix's direction as they sat together in an old beat-up car. All Felix had done for the last four hours was tap and click the pen over and over again deciding that he was single-handedly going to be the one driving force that made Minho want to quit his job.

"I don't see anything else to do," Felix countered as he stared back at his partner who simply glared at him before looking out of the window again. It was a stupid idea to stake out a university it looked suspicious that two men were waiting in a car outside but it was the bosses orders. Stake out the school and wait for the suspect to come out but it felt creepy. Although it was a university and most of the students were their age it was strange to them both.

"Have we actually seen him go in?" The truth was no one had seen the guy that they were after in almost seven months, he was good at hiding which was why he was nicknamed "The Chameleon," something Minho hated. Why give the bad guy a name it was only going to boost the ego even more. 

"He's supposedly acting as a student," Minho handed the folder over to Felix keeping his eyes on the door, the Chameleon could walk out right under your nose and no one would have an idea it was him. 

"Why a student? Surely it would be feeling for him to be a teacher," Felix flicked through the folder the guy was a serial bomber that his company had been after for years. He'd killed almost over 100 people with no remorse whatsoever. It was as if the guy was a robot, he didn't care who he hurt as long as he got what he wanted, not that anyone knew what that was. His clues were always so vague. One thing for sure, it wasn't money that he was after. 

The government had tried to pay him to stop the needless killings only for the guy to blow the bag up in the middle of the street. 

"Easier to hide...Won't be so obvious when things go missing around the school...The student we're looking at fits his usual MO." Minho sighed taking a deep breath and looking at Felix for the first time in an hour. It was beginning to worry him the closer the two of them got to catching the guy. Their job wasn't a simple catch him and arrest him, no, they were the last resort. Kill him on sight as soon as they know, without a shadow of a doubt that it's him. Assassins or as they were better known as now, Hitmen. 

"Transfers in the middle of the year, things from the science department go missing and then there's the-" Right as Minho was about to explain that there were constant fire drills the alarm began to blare out through the school. 

"Those," He mumbled staring back over at the double-doored exit from the school. There was no use sitting at the entrance when they knew he liked to hide from everyone, if he was the one doing this they needed to find him and quickly before anyone else got hurt. 

"Another drill?" You mumbled looking to your left to see your best friend Mina smirking at you, you rolled your eyes knowing why she was so happy. Thanks to the fire alarm she was going to get out of her final exam and pass it no matter what, 

"It wouldn't surprise me if you were the one pulling them," You mumbled sarcastically as you pulled your satchel over your shoulder, looking around for her so-called boyfriend. 

"What did you do? Get Farara to pull it?" You teased as you jabbed your elbow into her side, walking out into the courtyard and taking in a deep breath, 

"You need to relax, we've just finished exams and you're still studying," Mina rolled her eyes at you, it was always the same with her. She wanted you to let your hair down and relax while you wanted to focus on things that were important to you, like actually passing your course. 

"I have another two years to go, you're done. I'm just getting started." You reminded her as you looked around, you loved Mina with all of your heart but since meeting Farara she seemed to be getting in trouble more. Not only with the university but with the police. Just last week you'd been called down to the station to bail her out because she was caught driving around in a stolen car with enough products to set a whole house on fire. 

"Take a year off, come with me and Farara to England. He's going to take me away and spend time with his family." The more you heard about the guy the more worry began to grow inside of you. She'd hardly known him and yet she was planning to run away to a different country with him,

"What does he even do for a living? To get all of this money?" You questioned hoping she wouldn't get too annoyed with you asking her about him. It seemed as though whenever you asked questions she would get pissed at you, claiming that you were just trying to poke holes in their "relationship,"

"What does it matter?" She stared at you with a disgusted look on her face, 

"Hey, baby!" A voice cried out as a pair of strong-looking arms wrapped around Mina.

"Snuckums!" She practically squealed making you jump as she turned around and began making out with him grotesquely in front of everyone. 

"That's my cue to leave," You said loud enough for them to hear, turning to head home to your dorms when Mina grabbed your arm. 

"Party tonight. Come with us," She begged looking at you with pleading eyes, as you were about to decline Farara scoffed at the thought of it. 

"Y/n? At a party, don't make me laugh. She's the party pooper baby, she doesn't know how to have fun." For some reason, the anger bubbled up inside of you and it seemed to annoy you more. If Mina had been the one to say it it wouldn't have bothered you as much but from him, you wanted to prove him wrong. 

"I'll be there. Text me the details," You smiled smugly in his direction but he just seemed to smirk, it made you feel uneasy to see him smirking at you like that. 

"This will be great! A going-away party right baby!?" Mina squealed before making out with him once again.

After spending almost four hours trying to pick something to wear you finally felt ready to go and headed straight to the party. It was at the frat house Farara had been living in since he got to the university. The whole walk over from your dorms you could have sworn someone was following you along. 

"Glad you could join us, take this." Mina handed you a drink and then laid a flower necklace around you before disappearing into the house leaving you alone. 

The whole house seemed to be partying hard, loud music was blaring for different speakers each of which was playing a different song. People were already yelling and dancing drunkenly along the floor and not to mention someone throwing up in a flower pot. 

"You came pretty late, didn't think you were going to show," Farara smirked once he caught sight of you in the kitchen. You hummed before putting down the cup Mina had given to you, there was no way you were going to drink that night. Not unless it was water at least. You didn't know anyone besides Mina and she was clearly preoccupied with other things.

"We have juice boxes in the basement," Farara joked earning a laugh from someone else in the kitchen but Mina pushed him softly. 

"Leave Y/n alone, she came and that's all that matters. Come on, let's go dance." She pulled you straight into the living room without giving you a chance to answer her. 

"Isn't this fun?! I'm so sad you never got to have parties all year," She pouted at you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she swayed in time to whatever song she heard first. The mixture of the songs and stench alcohol all starting to hurt your head the longer that you stood there but you were at least going to wait an hour before heading home. 

"What the fuck are we doing?" Minho mumbled as he stared down at the jeans and shirt he was wearing, Felix had dressed in the same outfit only a different coloured shirt. When Felix suggested going to the party Minho didn't think he meant actually attending it.

"We're blending in." He chuckled laying one of the flower necklaces around Minho's neck who stared at him with a filthy look the moment it touched his chest. 

"What better way to find out information than going to the people that know the guy." It still didn't make Minho feel any better about being at some kind of dumb University frat party. Everyone was drunk and drooling over one another except for the girl that they had followed over, you. 

"Look," Minho nudged Felix and nodded in your direction as they watched you heading for the bathroom alone. You stood out amongst the rest, instead of dancing or drinking you were simply looking for a bathroom and keeping your head down. They only knew about the party because they'd overheard you and Mina talking about it earlier that day. 

"She looks like she could be here to help, we saw them speaking with one another earlier," Minho reminded Felix but he shook his head,

"She does look like she wants to be here, they didn't look like they liked one another." Minho shrugged his shoulders as he thought back on it, 

"All good acting," The two of them weren't sure if Farara had a partner this time but in all of his other bombings, he had someone. Someone who would take the fall for him, usually the good girl gone bad once they met him and fell for his traps. Promising them a life of happiness in another country, planning everything out so it would seem as though he truly loved and cared for them when he didn't. 

"I'm just saying we find The Chemelon, take care of business and leave," Felix whispered as they made their way through to the kitchen when they saw him. A loud laugh spread through the air that physically sent shivers down their spines, watching as he left out of the kitchen door and down the back garden. 

"Follow him," They said in unison as they headed out of the same door, keeping their heads down as they tried to see what it was he was doing. 

Stepping out onto the back porch you took in a long deep breath of the cold air, it felt nice to have it circulating through you instead of the stuffy air from inside. Mina had begged you to stay once she caught you trying to leave, making you promise her that you wouldn't go anywhere until she found Farara who had run off leaving her in charge of the party. In your mind, he was out fucking someone else since he seemed like a player but you weren't about to tell one of your best friends that. 

The longer you stood there the more you wanted to go home but as you looked down at the end of the garden you frowned. Inside the small shed, there was a flashing light coming through the window and you could have sworn you heard someone grunting. 

"I swear to god if this is Farara I'll murder him," You mumbled to yourself as you began to walk towards the building. All you were going to do was look through the window, if it was him you'd find Mina and tell her. If it wasn't him you'd just act as though you hadn't seen anything but the closer you got the more uneasy you began to grow. Something inside of you was telling you to turn back but you weren't about to let your friend get cheated on by some good for nothing low-life.

"Tell us what you're planning and maybe we'll let you off easy," Felix whispered in Farara's ear from behind him. They'd followed him out and found him packing up a suitcase which meant the bombing was sooner than expected from him. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," The boy stuttered as he stared between the two men in front of him, both of them had guns on display to intimidate him into speaking. As if being strapped into a chair with garden rope wasn't scary enough for him.

"Look, we know who you are. Just tell us where the bomb is," As soon as the word bomb left Minho's mouth he heard a gasp and branch snap from outside the shed. His eyes met with Felix and he nodded over to the side door where Felix could easily get out without being seen. 

Stepping back from the building you tried to move out of the way but ended up backing into someone who pushed you back to the window. Forcing you to stare through it as the man inside shot Farara in the chair he was strapped to. There was no sound from the gun you just saw a blur before Farara dropped forward, lifeless in the chair as blood pooled from the small entrance wound in his head. A small scream was building up in your throat but before you could say a word a hand was covering your mouth and you were ushered into the shed. 

"Clean up to Agents 322 and 366," The man who had killed Farara said down a small earpiece looking over at you with a small smirk on his face, 

"What a curious little kitten," Felix purred in your ear as he ran his fingers up and down your cheek making you shiver, 

“Curiosity Killed The Cat you know,” Minho chuckled as he looked over at you from his phone.

 "I'll ask you once, and only once." Minho lowered himself to your level, looking you in the eyes. 

"Do you know who he's working with? Your friend maybe? Could she have known what he was planning?" Bile rose up in your throat as you watched the blood pooling onto the floor, running along to Mino's shoes as he stood there. 

"Mina. S-She wouldn't have know...I don't think," You looked back at Minho, the gut feeling inside of you seemed to subside as you looked at him and Felix who was now standing in front of you. 

"You don't seem scared that we just killed your friend?" Felix questioned looking from the body and back to you, your eyes get dancing to and from Farara, half expecting him to jump up and have this be some kind of joke. 

"A friend? I didn't know him and he did nothing but belittle me...What was it you said about a bomb?" Curiosity began to build in Minho as he watched you, there wasn't even an ounce of fear towards them from you. 

"Have you heard of the Chameleon?" The realization hit you as you stared at Farara. 

"He fits the MO." You mumbled shocking Felix who just seemed to stare at you in disbelief. 

"You're training to be in the forces?" Minho asked as he laid a garden sheet over the body, your eyes staring back at him this time. 

"My father was an FBI agent, I know some things...I know you're not FBI." A smirk plastered across Felix's lips as he watched you and Minho interacting the way you were. It was the first time he'd ever seen Minho act so casually with someone in months, not to mention he seemed laid back. 

"How do you know that?" Felix quizzed looking over at you as he folded his arms over his chest. 

"For starters, neither of you have a badge otherwise you would have shown me by now, your guns aren't standard issue for agents...So you're hitmen...That or random psychopaths." Minho blinked at you before standing up straight when he heard a knock on the door. 

"Clean up crew," Minho pulled the door open and ushered you out with Felix on your other side. 

"Do you need help with her?" A female voice asked as you turned your whole body to see a female staring at you. 

"No thanks, you go and clean up. We'll take her home." Your eyes shot up to the one with the deep voice, Felix, and you frowned. 

"We'll make sure you get home safe," Minho added when he could see how confused you were. 

Leading you over to their car you stared at it, it was the same car that had been following you earlier. 

"You followed me here," The back door opened and you crawled inside, looking around at all of the empty food packets. 

"Ignore the mess, we were on a stakeout," Felix chuckled as he got into the front passenger seat and glanced back at you. 

"I'm Felix and this is Minho," He shook your hand and you felt a spark ignite inside of you. The way his hand fit around yours made you shiver a little, 

"Look at that, someone liked your touch Lix." Your eyes shot to Minho started up the car and smirked at you through the small review mirror. 

"Give us your address kitten," The small nickname made you clench your thighs as you could feel an aerosol building. After giving them your dorm address you began trying to pull yourself back together, you'd just watch them kill someone and yet you were getting wet at the thought of them calling you kitten. It didn't help that they were insanely attractive, Felix's muscles could be seen through the thin white shirt he was wearing and Minho's ass looked like he worked out an awful lot. You blinked, ignoring the growing wetness that was pooling between your legs. 

"Look at that, we haven't said one suggestive comment and you're squeezing your little thighs together," Minho chuckled as he reached a red light, turning to look at you from the front seat and licking his lips at the sight of you. Completely innocent and sitting there rubbing your legs together as if that was going to give you any kind of satisfaction that you were desperately craving. 

"My guess is she's going to go home and touch herself to the thought of us," Minho teased as he began to drive once again, watching Felix as he turned to look at you. His eyes locking with you as he reached behind to rub your knee softly. 

"I mean she doesn't have to think of us, we could do it for you princess." The car stopped outside your dorm but you made no attempt to move as the car was shut off. 

"Would you like that?" Minho questioned turning his body to look at you. The need to press your thighs together built up but Felix kept them apart, licking his lips as he waited for you to answer the question. A finger trailed up and down your knee and you shuddered, 

"Yes! Yes...Yes, I would like that," You spoke loudly as you stared at both of them, the two exchanged a smirk with one another before climbing out of the car and holding your door open.

"Then who are we to let a pretty little kitten go home needy," Felix growled in your ear, holding your arm as you all walked in the direction of your dorm room.

Neither of them wasted time when they got into your room, attaching their lips to either side of your neck as you let out small whimpers of pleasure. You could already feel each of them smirking against your skin, Felix's hands around your waist while Minho kept his on your breasts, massaging them softly with his hands whenever you would whimper. 

"Here we thought you were the good girl," Minho whispered making you jerk away from him, 

"I'm not. I'm sick of people saying that to me," You spat at him your eyes locking with his as he tilted his head to the side, a smug look on his face. 

"Prove it to me," Without another word you pushed him down onto your bed sinking to your knees in front of him. You pulled down the jeans he was wearing discarding them behind you, forgetting about Felix behind you until he laid down on the floor. 

"Up," He ordered, you rose to your knees and he slid under you so his breath was right against your core. 

"Looks pretty," He whispered referencing the bright pink thong you had worn under your dress that night, 

"But it needs to go." One snapping sound later and you felt a cool breeze on your core,

"Dripping wet Minho, you should see her." A finger began to trace along your folds making your hips jolt forward, 

"So wet, pretty and-" A small kiss was placed on your clit and your eyes widened, 

"Tastes define." Felix moaned out in a deep voice, you whimpered looking at Minho. 

"The confidence seems to have faded from you kitten," You ignored him pulling his cock free from his boxer and smirking at the length. He was larger than you expected but you slowly pumped him in one hand, looking up at him smugly as he jerked. Minho shifted a little, leaning back against the bed letting his elbow prop him up. Running your fingers over the indent under the head of his cock your smirk grew wider as he moaned out.

"Good girl," He breathed out as your tongue began to caress him, swirling around the head of his cock before you took him into your warm mouth pumping your head back and forth while your other hand rested on his thigh. 

"My turn," Felix whispered pulling you to sit down on his face as you let out a moan around Minho's cock who seemed to moan out in pleasure. Hollowing out your cheeks you ran your tongue over the indent you'd found earlier and he cried out gripping onto the sheets around him. 

"Oh shit!" You moaned out as you could feel Felix's tongue running through your folds while he worked two fingers in and out of you, curling them up to meet your g-spot making you cry out again. 

Minho thrust up into your mouth as you took him back, moving your head faster this time setting his whole body aflame. Each thrust of your head caused his whole body to stiffen and he looked at you, holding your face as he began to thrust a little more. You smirked around him nodding at him to let him know it was okay and he slowly began to thrust into your mouth. 

"S-Shit she likes that Hyung, clenching around my tongue." Felix chuckled as he continued to eat you out aggressively as you rode his face, your hips bucking little by little as you felt an orgasm beginning to build up inside of you. Minho thrust up once more before his whole body shook and he let out a moan of your name, cumming into your mouth as he rolled his head back. You swallowed every last drop and focused on the pleasure Felix was giving to you, gripping onto the bed as you rocked your hips in time with his licks. 

"So pretty when your face contorts like that," Minho chuckled as he began kissing you softly, holding your neck in his hand lightly as he forced you to look at him, 

"Do you like this? Two strangers fucking you?" You nodded as you let out a choked moan, pulsating around Felix's fingers as he continued to thrust them into you at a rough pace. 

"Cumming!" You screamed out as your hips continued to buck as your orgasm ripped through you, your legs shaking as you tried to stay upright on your knees instead of falling to the floor the way you wanted to. 

"Y/n?" Felix whispered as he pulled himself into a sitting position, watching you as you ripped your dress off from your body, you were ready and you needed one of them inside of you. Now.

Lips met yours over and over again as Minho pulled you up onto the bed, sitting back against the headboard as you straddled his lap. Kissing him wherever you could, lips, neck, collarbone, anywhere you could get your lips on him. Felix sat behind you naked, his cock pressed against your ass as you let out a whine. 

"Still so wet," Felix chuckled as he teased your entrance with two fingers, meanwhile Minho had worked his fingers down to your clit circling slowly. 

"Holy fuck," You breathed out as your head fell forward to rest on top of Minho's. Your brain was in a fog as they continued to tease you with their fingers until Felix sank two inside of you and Minho applied the pressure that made you cry out pushing your hips back into Felix. 

A third finger was added and your whole body felt as though it was on fire, your fingernails dug into Minho's arms as you cried out a mixture of both of their names. 

"Someone is ready for us," Minho chuckled as they removed their fingers making you whimper at the sudden lack of touch from either of them. Felix moved to the edge of the bed and sat in the same position Minho had before. 

"On the floor kitten," He whispered as you got onto your knees in front of him, this time Minho sat behind you with his cock at your entrance causing you to clench around nothing. 

"You sure?" You ignored the stupid question as you sank down onto Minho's cock crying out as you adjusted to the size of him. 

"That..Oh shit...That's a yes Felix," Minho moaned out as he held onto your thighs, grunting at the tight feeling as you wrapped around his cock. Smirking to yourself you looked up at Felix, taking him into your mouth and began to bob your head as you had done with Minho. The two men moaning out in pleasure as you controlled them, moving your hips up and down at a slow pace just to torture Minho that little bit more. 

"Fuck," Minho's hands gripped onto your waist and he thrust up harder and faster into you, his breathing jagged as he moaned out your name. Felix's cock twitched into your mouth as you began to roll your tongue around the head of his cock, reaching your hand down between your thighs to circle your clit. 

Fire was beginning to build in your stomach with both moans from men titling you over the edge. 

"Just like that," Felix cried out as you moved your head in time with Minho's fast thrust. The room filled with wet sounds and slapping skin as you cried out around Felix's length. Felix's hand rested on your cheek as he began to thrust into your mouth, grunting as he came down your throat holding you around him until his hips stopped jerking. 

"M-Minho! I-I’m cumming! I-I’m cumming!" You screamed out as he continued his sinfully fast thrusts until he came into you touching you deeply as your head rolled back against his chest. Clenching onto anything you could get your hands on, screaming out his name. Cumming around him as you pulsated in pure bliss, your whole body felt as though it was shaking. 

Minho smirked as you slept in his shirt, they'd managed to clean you up with a warm wet cloth and got you into bed. 

"Poor thing must be exhausted," He smirked running his fingers over your face as your frowned in deep slumber. 

"That was a nice reward though for finishing our job," Felix laughed as he looked at your body, you were curled up in a small clutching onto the sheets and he smiled. 

"We should get going, paperwork to report and all that," Minho mumbled grabbing a hoodie from your wardrobe as he turned to leave.

The morning you woke up images of what had happened flashed before you and if it hadn't been for the achiness between your thighs. You would have thought it a dream and yet, you were laying there in a shirt that wasn't yours and a note beside your bed,

Until next time Curious Kitten x 

Written at the bottom of the note were two numbers with the boy's initials by the side of them, you clutched the note against your chest as you laid back. Enjoying the memories of the night before. 

Tagline: @minholuvs​ @taestannie​ @sw33tnight​ @acciocriativity​ @mwitsmejk​ @taeechwitaa​ @justbangtanthingz​ @stillwithlix​ 

[dreamwritesimagines]

First Weekend [Billy Russo x Reader]

Request: Maybe Billy's first weekend alone with baby Zoe? Like, Y/N is going out for a girl's weekend with Karen and Billy is like "she's two months, I can take care of a two month old" and he never sleeps again 😂😂 I can see Billy, sleep deprived, looking ready to commit murder while sitting in his office at Anvil with baby Zoe finally asleep and not making things fly with her mind on his chest when his assistant comes in and he's like "if it's a problem, deal with it yourself, I swear to god"

I am gonna enjoy this so much, thank you darling! This is a part of my 12k celebration, and it has Billy and Reader with their baby, so I hope you enjoy it! ❤❤❤

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?”

“I’ve been through actual war, babe. Taking care of a two month old is going to be a walk in the park.”

You tilted your head, eyeing Billy who was currently holding your baby daughter in his arms. Zoe was too busy with sucking on her pacifier but her eyes were focused on your every move as if she was curious about what was happening.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you stated, making Billy heave an impatient sigh. “I mean no offense but I keep asking myself if I would trust you with a house plant and the answer is no—“

“Offense taken, and house plants don’t make a noise when I put them down. This one shrieks like a goddamn banshee.”

You clicked your tongue, “Russo…”

“Do I need to remind you that I was also there when we made her?” he asked you, “Wasn’t just you, you know, I was an active participant.”

“Hilarious.”

“Y/N,” he said patiently, “She’s my daughter. We’re taking care of her together, it’s not like this is my first time.”

“But it’s the first time you’ll be alone.”

“I’m two seconds away from calling Karen so that she can drag you out of here.”

You heaved a sigh and looked out of the window to see Karen’s car downstairs, then turned to him.

“I want updates,” you said, “Every hour. If you have any questions—“

“I don’t have any.”

“For future reference, you can just call. Just don’t trust Google because she’s gonna get hiccups” and the Google will say it’s something deadly—“

“You googled why she had hiccups?” Billy asked, rolling his eyes and tugged you by the hand so that he could lead you to the door. “Go.”

“Promise me you’ll be fine.”

“Babe, I’ll be fine,” he said, “Just wondering though, what is the general consensus on giving babies alcohol if they don’t sleep?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Generally frowned upon.”

“Ah thanks, good to know,” he said with a grin, “You should’ve seen your face.”

You shook your head, and leaned in to press a kiss on top of Zoe’s head, then pecked Billy on the lips.

“Try not to die, fancy boy.”

“Have fun on your girls weekend!” he called out and you walked out of the door, already missing them. You made your way downstairs, then got in Karen’s car.

“Ready for the weekend?” she smiled at you and you nodded.

“Let’s go before I change my mind.”

                                                     ***

You hated to admit it, but this girls weekend trip was actually pretty fun. Granted you were still worried about what was happening back home, but after basically two months of no sleep, it was like a small holiday for you. Karen had forbidden you from calling Billy to check on what was happening that night, so you could only call him the next morning when Karen was getting her coffee.

“Hello?” Billy’s tired whisper reached your ear and you pulled your brows together.

“Hey,” you said, “Um—you okay there? You sound terrible.”

“Uh-yeah!” he cleared his throat and you rolled your eyes.

“Russo,” you said, “What’s happening?”

“I can’t talk very loud, she just went to sleep.”

“….Then leave the room?”

“No she’s sleeping on my chest, and I’m at the office.”

“You took her to the office?”

“Yeah, there was something I had to do, and apparently I’m surrounded by—“ he was cut off when you heard a knock on the door, “Sarah, no. Deal with it yourself, I swear to God.”

“Don’t snap at your assistant,” you said with a laugh, “What’s wrong?”

“Y/N, she just…doesn’t sleep.”

“I know.”

“No, the whole night. At least when you were here she slept a little, how does she not get a sore throat from all that crying and screaming? Are we raising the next big opera singer?”

“I doubt it, I can’t sing for shit,” you stated, “But she’s sleeping now?”

“Yeah,” he paused for a moment, “How is the weekend getaway?”

“It’s going well. Do you need me back?”

“….No.”

“Billy.”

“No,” he repeated, “I told you I could handle it, and I’m handling it. With a little less sleep than I originally planned, and I missed you already, but everything else is fine.”

You smiled softly, “I missed you too,” you said, and looked at Karen who was taking your coffee cups from the barista, “Gotta go. Hang in there, kiss Zoe for me. I love you.”

“Love you too,” he said and you hung up.

“Everything okay?” Karen asked as you sat across from you and you nodded.

“Yeah,” you said, touching her coffee cup with yours, “Cheers to the girls weekend.”

[gotnofucks]

Bartered

Pairing: dark!Steve x Reader

Summary: You were his, despite wearing another man’s ring on your hand.

Words: 1k

Warning: Non-Con/Dub-com, smut, infidelity (but consensual?), 18+ ONLY

A/N: Had this done for so long. Was lazy about editing.

The doorbell rang and your heart sank. You sat quietly and waited while your husband Nishit went to open the door. Footsteps marched towards where you were, mentally unprepared. He wasn’t supposed to come on a Thursday. That was the rule. But as you looked into his blue eyes, you knew it didn’t matter. He made the rules, so he could break them too at his convenience.

“I – uh, I’ll be back in a couple hours.” Nishit said, nervously shifting on his feet, not meeting your eyes. Not for the first time did resentment well up in your heart for the spineless man you married.

“Morning. You’re not coming back before tomorrow morning. Leave.” Steve ordered and Nishit shot you one last cowardly look before leaving and shutting the door after him. Steve offered you a hand and you automatically took it, letting him lead you to your bedroom like so many times before. Usually, you were pre-warned he’d be here, so his sudden appearance made you jittery.

You watched Steve take off his t-shirt in a practiced move, his scar littered, ripped upper body closing in on you. You made no protests as he stripped you of your shirt and pants, being kind enough to not rip them off today. Once you were bare, he let his eyes take in every inch of you, hands soon following, mapping the body that was his to claim.

“Take me out.” He commanded against your lips, hot mouth trailing nips and kisses all over your face and neck. You quickly let his pants and boxers drop, taking his hard member in your hands and pumping it slowly, just the way he liked. He led you back slowly, lowering you on the bed and carefully hovering over you.

It was his little ritual, letting his tongue bath your body, travelling from your lips to the collar bones before finding your nipples and sucking gently. He said it was a way of reminding your body that it was his, that he was home, back to you. Your moan when he dipped inside your glistening folds made him smile, and he took your hand, placing it on his head as he went down on you.

He’d grown a slight stubble that left a delicious burn on the inside of your thighs as you writhed under his ministrations, aching your back a little as his tongue looped around your nub and sucked. You tugged on his hair, his answering groan sending vibrations up your body and making you gasp. It was so easy for him to control your body, play it like an instrument that you were almost embarrassed by how soon you came.

Steve crawled up, kissing you to share your taste as he covered his cock in your dripping slick, biting at your lips.

“Couldn’t stay away today. Couldn’t stay away any longer.” He murmured as he slowly pushed in, the initial stretch still making you cry out. The familiar length of his cock enveloped in your heat made your eyes roll, and you bunched the sheets in your hands.

Steve had fucked you every way possible. He’d taken you hard and fast against the wall, fucking you on the floor like a bitch, taken you in the shower with steam swirling around you. Today, he took you like a lover. He gently thrust inside, looking deep into your eyes as he made love to you. You’d never hated him more before.

“Can he make you feel this way? Can he make you cry out under him like I can?” He asked softly, trailing sloppy kisses down your jaw. Your husband hadn’t touched you since Captain America put a claim on you, he hadn’t touched you since he bartered your body to his Captain for a position in his team.

You wish Steve would be like other men, take his pleasure and leave. But he didn’t just want you, he also wanted to break you. He took you apart with his hands and mouth, with his words and talks, by dragging every delicious inch of his cock completely out before plunging in hard again. You couldn’t be unresponsive, no matter how you tried. He owned everything, from your body to every breath that came out of your panting mouth.

“Can’t bear the thought of you wearing his ring and taking his name.” Steve said, lacing your hands together and pinning them beside your head, going faster now. There was anger in the lines on his face, longing evident in his eyes. Though it was him who made you his every few nights, this was still your marital bed with another man. Though you belonged to him, he was still the other man in your life.

You were gasping, crying out at the feel and heat of him, softly calling out his name as he took you to a height you hated to love. Your sweat slickened body was slipping under his, slapping noises echoing in the room as your juices squelched with every movement of his body. He kept you close, losing him as deep in your eyes as in the pleasure of your body, seeping in just as deep in your mind as in the warm cavern between your thighs. You were all he wanted, all he could see.

With a choked cry, you reached your peak, light shining behind the lids of your eyes as pleasure coursed through your spine. You went limp, looking at Steve with watery eyes as he finally finished inside you after a while. His gaze followed the cum dripping out of your battered hole and long fingers scooped it up, spreading it on your thighs and massaging it inside your skin.

“Gonna get rid of your worthless husband” Steve promised, holding you close. “Gonna make you mine officially, take you home where you’ll wait for me every night. No more schedule, no more rules.”

The ring on your left hand felt almost as heavy as your heart. Hatred for both men in your life was burning in your veins as you lay safely cocooned in Steve’s large arms, your body having become nothing more than a battle and a trading ground.

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[lostinanothersmemories]

Okay okay! you can hold off the execution. I’m hoping i didn’t hype this up too much tbh

Traitor angel part 3 finale! you can find part one and part two here

tw: emotional distress, mentions of bad parents, mentions of taught fear, non consensual telepathy (later consented)

They felt exhausted, tired, empty, whatever synonym can be stirred up for absolutely shattered. It feels like their eyes can’t even close too sore from sobbing, despite being near silent with their cries they always find a new glass of water outside the door. Their favorite glass, the one they’d complain if David used.

They didn’t listen into conversations, most of the time they stayed in bed covering their head with the pillow wishing they could wake up from this nightmare, wishing that they hadn’t of hurt him.

They don’t hear the new voice enter the house, or Tanker inviting them. They don’t hear David immediately asking “What are you doing? Who is this? Would you just leave it Tanker?”

“That’s one too many questions big guy. This is Milo’s mate coworker…one day I’ll learn peoples names I promise. But anyways they are a telepath and you have a mate who’s lied and you want the certified explanation.” He pauses realizing they are suggesting listening into his mates thoughts without their knowledge, without their permission. Suddenly the weight of the choice makes him feel even heavier than he has with the sleepless nights and the long moments of staring at the shut door of the guest bedroom. He walks past the both of them making his way to the kitchen to get a drink of water hoping to wash all this away. “I’m surprised it’s you.”

”You shouldn’t be,” they argue immediately. “Asher is great but he thinks you need distance that you need time.” He fights the urge to tell them to get off the counter as they sit up on it, “Milo thinks you need a plane ticket for one. ‘Manda wants to side with them, desperately wants an explanation.”

He leans back across from them, “And you?”

“I know what it looks like when someone doesn’t love you. I also know that people make mistakes, but that they wouldn’t hurt you not once they fell for you. So from the person with the worst romantic history of the pack, there’s a reason. And knowing you you won’t ever let them slip through your fingers until you are absolutely sure.”

“It’s creepy, how much you pay attention to everyone.”

”Call it a trauma response, I’m still right.”

”Okay, we can do it.”

“Hey Professor X we have the green light!”

He’s terrified as he’s walked through what will happen, the line directly drawn into his mates mind letting him hear. Tankers pushed a chair beside him not quite touching but within arms distance, it’s a comforting distance even if he had to shove their feet off his table. He gives a nod when the telepath asks for final confirmation that they have his permission and feels it suddenly all at once, crushing guilt, regret, self-hatred, and fear.

Just tell him the truth he’ll believe you, right believe “Oh hey by the way my parents raised me to hate and fear exactly what you are but you were just so pretty when I met you” that’s a great idea really fantastic. Just spare him the pain of having to throw you out, book a plane ticket to somewhere far away and leave a note telling him you’ll be safe. Right cause right now you absolutely should just take more control out of his hands. I did everything right…I thought I did everything right. I burned every piece of information I gathered before I gave it to them…but I still betrayed his trust.

As had been explained to him David begins receiving images in their mind as well, their first date. Them still in that outfit that had him near drooling the whole day tossing official documents into a fire, hands shaking. Pausing on the page of him clipped together information on him information that never found it’s way to ETS. Resignations signed, jobs searched for in Dahlia.

He doesn’t deserve this. He never deserved this. You did this. You hurt him.

David can’t hear it, the way their sobs are getting louder despite their best efforts.

You hurt him. How could you? All he ever did was love you and you hurt him, you hurt his family. You-

He breaks out of their mind when Tanker shakes him pointing over to the door, “They’re crying. I don’t want to push you to a decision, but it’d be a good time to hold them if you-.”

They don’t get to finish their sentence when David is out of his chair fast enough to nearly send it to the ground if Tanker hadn’t of grabbed it quickly making his way to the door.

They startle when the door slams open David in too much of a rush to get to them to open the door gently “David-“ they start trying to hide away the tears.

He says the first words that come to mind, ”I love you.” Pulling them nearly off the bed all together with a hug cradling their head into him. “I’m sorry I love you. I don’t want you gone, I want you here, please stay.”

“But after what I did.” They pull back to look at him, only for him to cup their face so gently in his hands.

“You were scared, you learned, you grew, you protected my family…Tanker brought a telepath.”

”You heard-“

”I’m sorry I just I wanted the truth. I questioned if I could trust you anymore.”

”Don’t apologize. Do you think you can trust me now?”

”Of course I do. But I’m not letting you stay in this guest room a moment longer.” He doesn’t let their feet touch the ground carrying them to their room finding their house empty besides from them already. “You said your parents didn’t have the same beliefs as you and that’s why you didn’t talk to them…is it about the empowered world?”

”My parents have worked for them long before I was born, I grew up going to company parties. Even got my first job as a secretary, I believed them with all the horror stories they told me. Nepotism got me a job in the field too, just simple stuff at first. Watching from a distance and then on my second ever job you approached me, honestly I was terrified at first I thought you were gonna drag me out back to rip me to shreds. So I played dumb and then you started blushing and stumbling over your words and god I had never met someone more adorable. And before you say “I’m not adorable” you are. Enough to make me question those years of being taught you were the monster in the night. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, to be honest I don’t think I ever would have told you. I wanted to throw the whole life I had away to have a better one with you, and that’s not fair to you. I should have told you, I’m just scared of losing you.”

”You aren’t going to lose me angel, it’ll take more then a rough past to do that. But if you happened to drop your parents address somewhere I know a pack of wolves who have a grudge.”

Their laughter brightens the room back up, “I don’t want them in danger but I promise if the opportunity comes up to exact a bit of revenge I’ll offer it up happily.”

”I love you angel.”

”I love you too Davey. I always have, I always will.”

[bluejayblueskies]

for the kiss prompts: how about 22 for jonmartin!

22 - sad kiss

i’ve already done a pre-unknowing jmart fic, but i will never have enough of the idea that they tell each other how they feel before jon leaves, so here we are. takes place right before jon leaves for Great Yarmouth

cw for mentions of jon’s circus kidnapping (including mentions of skinning, non-consensual touching, and being tied up) and mentions of canon-typical worms 

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Jon’s leg bounces up and down, drumming out a staccato rhythm on the stone floor beneath his desk. His hands shake, ever so slightly.

 He looks at his phone, the LED display harsh and grating on his eyes, before locking it again.

 One hour.

 He waits a few seconds before reflexively checking his phone again, like the time’s somehow changed between then and now and he’ll have missed the bus that will take him to the train that will take him to—

 Jon sets his phone down hard on the desk, screen facing down.

 He doesn’t want to go. It’s a childish thought—one he tries hard to suppress—but here, alone and waiting and resisting the urge to check his phone again, he can’t quite push it away.

 I don’t want to go back.

 He remembers the bite of rope against his wrists, turning his fingers numb and leaving him with angry red welts that, even now, haven’t healed quite right. They’d dug into the tender skin of his right hand, covered in fresh burn tissue, and he’d tried to ignore the pain, focusing instead on the sweltering heat that stuck his shirt to his chest and the headache that never quite seemed to go away.

 He hadn’t been able to ignore it when hard, unyielding hands had undone the ropes and held him tight and dug pointy, plastic fingers coated with oily lotion into the skin of his palm. He’d cried the first few times, out of pain more than anything. Then, he’d almost grown numb to it. Which he’s pretty sure is worse.

 He doesn’t know what he’ll do when he’s inside the museum again. He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to look at it without remembering placidly smiling faces and crooning voices and promises that he wouldn’t miss his skin, not really. That he’d have the perfect voice to sing as the world changed. That he didn’t deserve skin that he’d taken care of so poorly, so irresponsibly.

 He’d hated the sensation of lotion on his hands, even before. Now, the thought of it makes him ill. He tries not to think about it.

 He can’t stop thinking about it.

 His knee bounces quicker and his fingers drum in time with it on the desk. He resists for a moment more before picking up his phone and checking the time.

 Fifty-eight minutes.

 The clock has reached the forty-minute mark when there’s a soft knock on his door, one that startles him more than he’d care to admit. “Jon?” a voice calls, and Jon feels relief and anxiety overcome him in equal measure. “Are… are you there?”

 It takes him a few seconds to get his voice to work. “Yes, I… you can come in.”

 After a moment, the door creaks open—I should oil the hinges, he thinks absently—and Martin steps through the doorway, lingering on the threshold for a moment before moving past it and shutting the door behind him. For a moment, they’re both silent; Jon thinks it should feel oppressive, what with… everything, but it doesn’t. It feels almost comfortable, like a hand on the small of his back and a warm cup of tea pressed into his hands and a takeout container of Paneer Shahi Korma on the corner of his desk. Then, haltingly, Martin says, “I… I guess I just wanted to say good luck? For- for what it’s worth.”

 Jon doesn’t feel particularly lucky. Still, he gives Martin a tired smile and says, “Thank you, I suppose. Er… you as well? Your plan requires significantly more… strategy.”

 Martin laughs, an uncomfortable noise. “Yeah, well. No more so than trying to blow up an eldritch circus during their attempt to end the world, so…”

 He trails off, and Jon shifts in his chair. He notes, distantly, that his leg has stopped bouncing, though his fingers still tap tap tap against the desk. “Yes, I- I suppose so.”

 Martin’s face twists, his lips parting like he’s about to speak. Then, he seems to think better of it and gives Jon a forced smile. “Well, I- I guess I’ll leave you to- to pack or what have you. Don’t want to make you miss your train, after all, that- that would be quite bad, wouldn’t it?”

 Martin takes a step backwards towards the door, and Jon is seized by the sudden, intense thought of no, don’t go.

 “No, you- you don’t have to…” Jon’s leg bounces again a few times, and he hesitates only a moment before saying, “Could you stay? I- I don’t particularly… I don’t want to be alone right now.”

 It’s vulnerable, the words sticky on his tongue but easier to say than he’d thought they would be. And it’s worth it when Martin’s face relaxes into relief and he says, “Yeah, of- of course. I… I don’t want to be alone either, I suppose.”

 He settles in the chair on the other side of Jon’s desk, and Jon’s reminded, ridiculously, of the time Martin had stumbled into his office, slamming a hastily taped-over tin can onto Jon’s desk.

 Fresh Peaches, the can had proclaimed cheerily. The things that writhed and squirmed inside were distinctly not peaches.

 They make their way through halting conversation for a few minutes before it settles into something easier. Martin talks about the dog he’d seen on his commute the other day and the old lady who lives in the flat next to him who likes to bake him cookies and the plants he’s starting to grow on his kitchen windowsill. Jon talks about America—the parts that weren’t laced with terror—and the newest book he’s somehow found time to read and the stray cat he’s seen near his building a few times, now that he’s not staying with Georgie anymore.

 It’s only until Jon thinks to check his phone again that he realizes he has fifteen minutes left. At ten, he’ll have to make the short walk to the bus stop with the bag he’s checked over five times to ensure that he hasn’t forgotten anything and endure Tim’s tense hostility, Basira’s quiet indifference, and Daisy’s sharp eyes and sharper teeth for several hours.

 I don’t want to go.

 I don’t want to leave.

 I don’t want to leave him.

 “Jon?” Martin says, forehead creased in concern. “What’s wrong?” He worries his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before saying, quietly, “Is… is it time?”

 Jon nods mutely. His knuckles are white where he’s gripping his phone, and all he can think is I don’t have enough time.

 He doesn’t know when, exactly, he started noticing the way Martin’s cheeks dimple when he smiles and the way his jumpers bunch up around his wrists and the way his voice softens whenever he talks about the people he cares about. He doesn’t know when he started thinking about Martin when he wakes up and on his morning commute and while brushing his teeth and every moment in between. He doesn’t know when the thought of Martin smiling at him or bringing him lunch or brushing his hand against Jon’s arm first made his stomach flip and his mouth go dry.

 He doesn’t know when, exactly, he realized that he’s a little bit in love with Martin Blackwood. He thinks it might have been around thirty-two minutes, when Martin had laughed at one of Jon’s awkward jokes and he’d tucked the sound away forever in the section of his mind labeled Martin Blackwood and thought, I want to kiss him.

 “Jon?” Martin repeats, and Jon realizes he’s been quiet for quite some time. Martin is looking at him with brown eyes wide with concern and his hand is resting on the edge of Jon’s desk and god, Jon wants to kiss him.

 He doesn’t know when he’ll get another chance.

 Jon stands before he makes the conscious decision to do so, and he makes his way around his desk, his hands shaking and his heart tight in his chest. This might be it, he thinks, even as his hand comes down to gently cup Martin’s cheek before stalling just shy of his skin, fingers curling inward in hesitation. This might be all we get.

 “Jon?” Martin says, his voice very small.

 “I…” Jon looks away from Martin for a moment, a familiar instinct within him telling him to pull away. To not bare himself like this, to not wear his heart on his sleeve. Then, he looks back and meets Martin’s eyes and pushes past the lump in his throat enough to say, “I… I don’t want to go. Not- not without…” His voice breaks, and he moves his hand the rest of the way until his knuckles brush against the line of Martin’s jaw, feeling Martin’s startled exhalation against the skin of his wrist.

 “Is this okay?” Jon says quietly.

 Mutely, Martin nods.

 “Okay,” Jon whispers. He’s short enough and Martin tall enough that even with Martin sitting, the height difference is small enough that he only has to lean down a bit to press his lips gently against Martin’s. They’re dry, a bit cracked near the middle where Martin has a tendency to bite them, and Jon commits the feeling to memory. His other hand comes up to cup Martin’s face, and Martin sighs against his mouth before moving his hands to Jon’s waist and resting there lightly. It’s so lovely that Jon wants to cry.

 When he pulls back, it’s too soon. But he has eleven minutes sitting in the back of his mind, and he needs to leave, and he doesn’t want to go.

 Selfishly, he wishes Martin were coming with him. He knows it’s safer here; he doesn’t have any delusions that they’ll all make it out of the Unknowing unscathed. But he wishes it all the same.

 “Jon…” Martin says softly, and Jon captures the way Martin says his name—like it’s something delicate, something to be treasured—and holds it close. Martin’s thumbs sweep gently over Jon’s hip bones before his hands move up and settle on the small of Jon’s back. Then, he stands and pulls Jon into a tight hug. “Promise you’ll come back,” he whispers, his hands twisting in the loose fabric of Jon’s shirt. “Please, promise you’ll- you’ll be safe.”

 Jon rests his head in the space underneath Martin’s chin and says, “I can’t promise that, Martin. I- I wish I could, but… I can’t.”

 Martin’s quiet for a moment. Then, he squeezes Jon a little tighter, buries his nose in Jon’s hair, and says, “Okay.” A pause. Then: “I- I promise I’ll be safe. For what it’s worth.”

 Jon lets out a shaky breath. “Thank you. I…”

 I love you.

 “I’m glad.”

 Jon makes it to the bus stop with a minute to spare. Tim barely looks at him before turning his gaze back towards the road. Basira offers a short, perfunctory greeting but nothing more. Jon doesn’t look at Daisy.

 He already misses him. It eats an aching hole in his chest as he steps onto the bus, and as the doors close behind him, he tells himself that he’ll be coming back.

 He wishes he could find the heart to believe it.

[deluluass]

hi

could yoy do please some yandere kuroo and kageyama headcanons? 💕

nsfw is welcomed 😊

My first headcanons 🤞🏽

Yandere! Kuroo Tetsuro

Content warnings: markers of a toxic/emotionally abusive relationship; dumbification; daddy kink; sex toy(s); mild public play/exhibitionism

😇SFW😇

This boy has a fascination for messy people.

And by "messy", I mean that Kuroo has a soft spot for those who put up some sort of front. A performative mask to hide their crumbling psyche.

Oh.

Those are his favorites. (Especially when they're not even aware that they’re hiding something.)

Maybe it's because they're so easy to manipulate? (Or perhaps it's a mild case of schadenfreude?)

It's the instigator in him.

He knows which buttons to push and at what time to exactly do it.

Kuroo lives for being that guy who causes a full blown fight by simply dropping a backhanded comment or two.

For being the final straw that eventually breaks the proverbial camel's back.

And then slipping back into the shadows to watch the Drama unfold.

So it's not unlikely for him to form an obsession for someone who's so emotionally vulnerable.

Someone who has the weight of the world on their shoulders; who has everything locked up inside to the point of bursting.

Because then it won't take much to have them falling apart and unraveling before him.

But he's also a caretaker, you know.

He's opportunistic and covertly callous and mischievous, yes.

But you've seen how much he tends to those close to him.

So when you do fall apart, you will do it in his arms.

He will take care of you.

He'll say everything you've always wanted to hear.

You're beautiful and wanted and loved and you don't have to be brave anymore.

Kuroo's here and he understands you.

From the barest changes in your inflection to your most subtle facial expression.

Other people won't catch it.

To Kuroo, though? Tell-tale signs that you're hiding your feelings again.

He understands you in a way that no else had; that no else cared to try.

And eventually that’ll be the very thing that you’ll hold onto.

Never mind that his every word has become an indisputable fact (when it shouldn’t be).

Never mind that the line between Kuroo just being a mindful boyfriend AND Kuroo disregarding your boundaries has become too blurry that it’s impossible to tell which is which.

Never mind that your entire world has narrowed down to just him and you.

Because all your friends have, one by one, made their way for the exit.

They tell you that they're so tired.

They've warned you- begged you, actually- to end this insidiously suffocating relationship.

"I know he's only been nice to you and to us, but there's just...something wrong about that guy," they say.

But until they pinpoint, exactly, what that "something wrong" is; and until you see it for yourself, you're sticking by his side.

Damn whatever people say.

So.

Kuroo's not the yandere who'd chain you up in his basement or something.

Not that he's above it, but because he doesn't really need to.

Not when he has you bound right where it really matters.

😈NSFW😈

Kuroo has perfected being a dom down to a Science.

He knows exactly when to be mean and hurtful and sweet and kind and giving to you.

Kuroo's very generous, methinks! But only if he believes you deserved it.

So you better prove that you earned it!!

He'll having you cumming and gushing into his hand if you pleaded just enough!!

Looked into his eyes all pouty and teary and pliant to all his wishes.

Very into treating you and talking to you like you're not capable of comprehending words.

Oh, darling. I know I'm hurting you. I know I am. But you like it, don't you? That's right. Fuck yeah, you do, you fucking slut.

That's because you're just a dumb little baby, aren't you? You'd be happy as long as daddy makes you cum?

And you'd nod and say yes so obediently as he pounds your little hole even though you can't hear him over the sound of your own moans.

ALSO!!!

HE IS A TEASE!!!!

A FUCKINGN!!!!!!!!! TEASE!!!!

Every seggsy time is edging time!!

Has a thing for slapping your ass until your cheeks are bruised and tender under his palms.

And for sticking a vibrator inside you while you're out in public.

Just to teach you a lesson whenever he feels like you're not learning enough.

"Do you want me to come back until you're ready?" the waiter droned, obviously suppressing the urge to roll his eyes when all you did was grip the napkin in front of you.

You couldn't even look at poor kid; couldn't even make out a sound. You're too busy stifling the tingling within your walls, prompting you to cross your legs beneath the table and squeeze your thighs together.

And Kuroo's just...scanning the menu. Sitting idly before you. He's resting his chin against his open palm, long fingers brushing under his nose, while you're practically grinding down the chair.

You feel yourself leak into the crotch of your underwear, sticky liquid squelching against the crack of your ass as the toy continued to vibrate, burning you up and melting your insides, the buzzing a white noise only you could hear.

His indifference was unflappable. Kuroo even managed to call out, "Excuse me. Sorry about that earlier. We're ready now," so smoothly despite your desperate attempts to catch his attention. Then, he recited a bunch of dishes that you didn’t have the appetite for. Like you’re not outright writhing and earning a few disconcerted looks from the table next to you.

All you wanted was for him to put an end to this. You've learned your lesson. You're not gonna disappoint him again.

Instead, you watched in agonizing fear as he reached for his pocket. And immediately, without a warning, you felt the toy shake violently inside you.

"Ah!" you cried, sharply folding your arms and legs, making the plates and utensils clink against each other as your wrists chafed against your hard nipples.

Your boyfriend halted, leaned closer, and looked at you in a convincing display of concern.

"Are you alright, babe?" he muttered, caressing your knee, his nails pressing down just a tad. Not too hard. Just enough for you to hiss in a heady mixture of pleasure and pain.

You managed a small, quivering "uh-huh" as you begged him with your eyes. Conveying as much message as you could.

"Daddy, I'll be good for you. I swear. I won't lie anymore. I won't make you angry. I won't do anything that you wouldn't be happy about. Everything I do from this moment on will be just for you, daddy. I promise, daddy-"

But Kuroo only huffed out, a small, faint grin tracing his lips as he turned back to the waiter and said, "One cream pie, please."

Yandere! Kageyama Tobio

Content warning(s): rape/noncon

😇SFW😇

Fourth wall break, if you will: thank you, anon, for putting these characters together because I Believe that they’re each other’s foils in terms of yandere-isms. And this is gonna be an interesting contrast to see (at least, I hope it would be).

So Kuroo’s all subdued mind games, right? Like, you have to do a whole routine of mental gymnastics if you want to dig deep and analyze how he had your head spinning. 

But Kageyama? 

Kageyama says fuck that.

Kageyama, genius though he is, is about as subtle as a metal bat to the head when it comes to his darling.

He has no qualms about tying you to his bed once the opportunity presents itself to him.

But it didn’t start out like that.

At first, perhaps Kageyama was just an aloof classmate whose entire life revolved around volleyball.

The one who couldn’t even take a time out of his day to hang out with the rest of the class on a weekend.

Though Kageyama has a knack for attracting hostility from other people, there comes a time (rare it may be) that it is offset by people who are sympathetic to his idiosyncrasies.

His darling falls under the latter.

That's what draws Kageyama to you.

Hearing stuff like "D'you know what they used to call him before? King!" and "King because he's an arrogant dickhead who thinks he's better than everyone" are not new to him.

But hearing these are: "Stop that. It's rude to talk behind a person's back."

"Kageyama's passionate about volleyball. More than anyone we've ever met. Ok so it's alienating for us! Whatever! But isn't it admirable that he's doing his best at a thing that he loves?"

Kageyama did not get it.

You're not his teammate.

You're not his..anything.

You had no cause to try and be nice to him and defend him and..understand him, really.

So the rest was history.

The beginning might have been awkward.

Every time he tried to talk to you, Kageyama, for some reason, always blurted out the wrong things.

But you didn't mind. You just liked being his friend.

And Kageyama liked having you by his side.

Kageyama liked it, especially, when you're in the sidelines and cheering him on. (This caused quite a ruckus in Karasuno.)

It should have been weird. Kageyama had not known anything else besides volleyball.

Your presence should’ve been that of a stranger encroaching on someone else’s property.

Somehow, though, you fitted in so perfectly.

Like you’re made to be there.

So he tells you: “You’re free, aren’t you? You should be watching me play by now” and “You should be waiting for me after class” and “Stop making excuses. You’re not tired. You can still drop by practice” 

You’ve tried to reason with him. (Even contemplated about ending your friendship.)

But it’s not like you’re ever gonna shake him off.

Besides, you know that he wouldn’t accept anything less than perfect.

😈NSFW😈

His darling was his first sexual experience. 

And like any beginner, Kageyama was pretty...uh..bad at it ngl.

Add that to the fact that he’s on the bigger side and your first with him wasn’t consensual.

At that time, all Kageyama knew was that he really, really wanted to touch you and kiss you and fuck you senseless until you acknowledge that there’s no running from him. 

Trust, though, that Kageyama will not settle for being bad or, heaven forbid, mediocre at it.

Nope.

Not. a. chance.

Doesn’t matter that you’ve spent the entire day fucking.

Kageyama will not rest- not let you rest, until he drags out a moan from you; until you’ve ruined the sheets with how much he’s made you cum; until he has you begging for more. 

Will experiment a lot.

Will test out how fast and hard he has to fuck you to get what kind of reaction he wants from you.

Very attentive even to your quietest gasp.

If you so much as show a sign that you’re finding whatever it is he’s doing to your body pleasurable- curl your toe or arch your back- Kageyama will amp it up to the point where you’re screaming.

He’ll have this haughty, shit-eating grin while doing it too.

“Yes, you can,” Kageyama growled. “Spread those legs and show me how you do it.”

You shook your head, your body protesting at the slight movement. You’re already on the verge of blacking out. And you don’t have to check the ticking wall clock to know that, by now, Kageyama, too, should be knocked out and dozing off beside you.

But he only grabbed your wrists, making you howl in pain as soon as he touched the cuts and bruises across the skin. Remnants of the nylon rope that bound them together not too long ago.

“Touch yourself,” he repeated.

Kageyama’s voice is a rasping noise to your ears, his hot breath causing goosebumps all over you as he pressed his lips against the shell.

“No-no more, Kag-Kageyama,” you forced yourself to say, though your throat was dry and aching from all your screeching. 

He clicked his tongue. 

You flinched.

And you didn’t think it possible for Kageyama to be more frightening than he already is. Until you’d done as he’d told and, like a wolf patiently waiting to pounce, Kageyama zeroed in on how you moved your hands, his own reaching for his cock.

He didn’t take his eyes off of you, groaning as you trembled and mewled under your featherlight touch. Kageyama stroked himself, grinding into his fist until pre-cum dripped from the head.

“That how you like it, huh,” he croaked.

Before you could even reach an orgasm, Kageyama had already pushed you on your back, mimicking the way you pleasured yourself. Only this time it was rougher, more unforgiving, and indifferent to your cries of “Stop! Stop it, I can’t- Enough, Kageyama!”

[kohanayaki]

.:Time and Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 7

Severus looks back on everything that went wrong.

tw: non-consensual kissing/harassment, trauma responses

LINKS:   CH 1   CH 2    CH 3   CH 4   CH 5   CH 6   CH 7   CH 8

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Ch 7 .:Things Unforgivable and Things Left Unsaid:.

Graduation day at Hogwarts was supposed to mark the beginning of a new adventure for you. Instead, it marked the day you decided that whatever it was between you and Severus Snape, friendship or otherwise, it was over.

Or at least that's what you had thought. Of course, the universe just loved making things more complicated for you. You were working with Charlie in Romania when you had gotten word that Severus defected from the death eaters and was now working as a double agent at Dumbledore's behest. He continued teaching Potions at Hogwarts, and was even indited as a member of the Order. If anything, that only solidified your decision to go to America instead of staying in London. You didn't even know what to think. Of course you trusted Dumbledore, confusing as the man was, but you didn't know if you could really trust Snape again. You had worked towards forgiving him; over time you moved past what happened, but it was difficult to really say it was 'resolved' when you quite literally haven't spoken a word to each other in over a decade. You didn't even know where to start.

For the entirety of your seventh year, you didn't speak a word to Severus. It was hard to imagine that such a tight knit trio like the one you, him, and Lily had formed could crumble in an instant, but that's exactly what happened.

The end of your sixth year at Hogwarts was a quarter Snape would never forget, no matter how hard he tried. It was when everything fell apart. . .

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“James!” you yelled, running to the top of the hill where he and the rest of the Marauders had Snape held upside down.

“What are you doing?” you said, immensely hurt and trying to keep your voice steady, “You said this would stop, you promised. . . you swore.”

“(Y/n), I. . .” James trailed off, immediately feeling guilty. As he turned to you Snape dropped to the ground, attempting to scramble to his feet but finding his ankle twisted.

Sirius moved towards you to say something but you put your hand up firmly.

“No,” you said, “not a word out of you, Black.”

Sirius stared at you, wide-eyed, shrinking back as you called him by his last name for the first time in a long while. Not Sirius, not Pads. Black. As if your whole friendship had just been reset.

“And you two,” you said, addressing Remus and Peter, “how could you let this happen?!”

All four boys looked at you in shame, none of them daring to verbally respond.

Suddenly, Lily came running up the hill, having fallen behind you in your quick pace.

“Severus!” she panted, rushing over to him, “are you alright?”

Snape was in an angered daze, not even registering the words being said around him. The blood rushing through his veins felt like lava, his heart pounding in his ears, his chest, his tongue. His face burned with humiliation and hatred. Pure fucking hatred for James Fleamont Potter. For Lily to see him like that. . . for you to see him like that, pathetic, helpless, in need of your help once again. He wouldn't have it. He was a master of the dark arts now, he didn't have to fucking take this. He would curse Potter into the next century, he would—

“Severus!”

Snape's eyes snapped open, not even realizing they were closed. The world came rushing in around him and he was suddenly acutely aware of Lily's hand on his arm. He reeled back at her touch as if he'd been burned.

“Don't touch me!” he screeched, startling the redheaded girl. Her eyes were filled with concern, but all Snape could see was pity.

“Sev—“

“I don't need any help from you, you filthy Mudblood!”

And everyone in the clearing stilled.

The color drained from Snape's already pale face as he realized what he'd just said.

“Lily. . .” Severus whispered; pleading, desperate.

“Don't come any closer,” Lily said, her voice stone cold as tears welled up in her eyes.

“I'll kill you,” James said lowly.

“Prongs, no—”

“I'll kill you, you slimy bastard!” James growled, Remus moving quickly to hold him back.

You stood in the middle of it all, staring at Severus. Severus, who'd always told Lily that blood status didn't matter. Severus, who you and Lily always stood up for no matter what. Severus, who you thought you had feelings for up until this exact moment.

Without even thinking you stepped forward, grabbing Lily's hand.

“Let's go, Lils,” you said, your expression unreadable as you looked down at Severus. Lily squeezed your hand back gratefully, fighting the sobs racking her chest as she turned around and took off with you.

“(Y/n), wait—” Snape tried to get up but found himself shoved back down to the ground by Sirius.

“No,” he said sharply, “you don't get to say anything to either of them, you hear me?”

“I—”

“What?” James spat, “you're sorry? Well sorry doesn't cut it! You say a word to her after what you called her and you'll wish you'd never have been born.”

Snape's head hung low, that wish already present in his mind.

“Leave him,” Remus said, this time not out of mercy, but malice; letting Snape wallow in his own misery as he left with his friends, looking for you and Lily.

Soon, Severus was left alone. Just as he began, and just as he should have never hoped for anything different. Was this it? That's how it was going to end? One mistake, and the only two people he'd ever cared about were ripped away from him.

No. He decided he had to apologize properly, consequences be damned. If those Marauders wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp afterwards, that was fine by him. He just needed to talk to Lily one more time. To tell her how deeply sorry he really was.

He took off down the hill, sprinting towards the castle and completely ignoring the burning pain in his ankle. He rushed through the grass, ignoring the looks he received from the other students walking by. He ran past the oak tree, through the castle gates, flying through the corridors and cutting across the courtyard when he skid to a stop at what he saw.

Lily and James stood in the center of the garden, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as his lips captured hers. Her eyes were still wet with tears, the tears that he had caused. Severus didn't do a thing. His presence remained unknown to them as he slunk away back to his common room, heart silently breaking.

He was too late.

Nothing was the same after that.

Lily insisted that if you wanted to remain friends with Snape, as she now referred to him, she wouldn't hold it against you, but she made it very clear that she would never forgive him herself. But it wasn't as easy as wanting to stay friends with him or not; he'd changed that day.

After some time to let things settle down you tried to approach him, but he only became more and more hostile towards everyone, including you. You hardly saw him anymore. The only time you occasionally spotted him was when he was walking around school with Malfoy, Mulciber, Wilkes, and Avery, unable to look you in the eye lest you see the utterly crushed expression on your face as he fell deeper and deeper into the dark side.

You held your books tightly to your chest as you made your way to Hagrid's hut for one of your last Care of Magical Creatures class. You were being paired up with a few lower classmen to teach them the ropes for feeding all the creatures Hagrid kept in the meadows. You were a tad late, having been preoccupied at lunch, speedwalking to try and arrive on time when you saw a flash of silver-blue light emit from inside the forest. You could hear warbled shouting and laughter coming from the same direction, and your instincts told you to run.

However, because your nerves were on high alert, that also told you someone in there was in danger, and you couldn't just walk away from that. You drew your wand, abandoning your books by a rockface and moving towards the commotion, the distorted shouting soon becoming words.

“Oh come on, you little runts, you lot can do better than that!” you recognized Mulciber's voice.

A young girl shrieked as a giant acromantula barred its fangs at her, its front legs raised and poised to attack. Her friends were huddled in a corner, more students who couldn't have been older than second or third years, being forced to watch by Avery and Wilkes.

“How's this for Care of Magical Creatures, eh?” Mulciber taunted as he walked over to the other students, pulling a young boy out from the group.

“No!” the girl cornered by the spider cried, “please, don't!”

“Aw, how cute,” Mulciber drawled, “is this your little boyfriend, huh? Shame.”

The boy screamed in fear as he was suddenly lifted into the air by his ankles, forced to hover right above the spider just out of its reach. You wanted to wretch as you watched the scene unfold, unable to keep yourself hidden any longer.

You leaped into the clearing, a quick flick of your wrist relieving Mulciber of his wand. You did the same to Wilkes as he turned to you.

“Well well, why am I not surprised?” Avery scoffed. Right behind him stood Severus, his expression vacant.

“Grab this, and get to Professor McGonagall immediately,” you shouted to the younger Gryffindor students, tossing them a gold galleon. As soon as they touched the coin, the portkey shot them all back to the castle.

“Why are you always the one spoiling our fun?” Mulciber sneered.

“Someone's gotta do it,” you said, putting up a brave front although you were under no illusion as to your situation. You weren't fourth years anymore, and you were alone this time. They'd been studying the dark arts for the past two years. You knew you were outmatched, even with your dueling skills.

“Oh, come on, (Y/n), don't be a bore.”

You turned around at the sound of the familiar voice to see Rosier, an easy grin set into his face. Your heart dropped.

“So you too, huh?” you chuckled bitterly, “and here I thought you were one of the few good ones left.”

“You're not really that naive, are you?” he tutted, “you had to have known I would be inducted eventually. Might even get Barty to join us, even if he is a little nutty.”

You went for a stunning spell but found your wand spinning out of your hand before you even saw him move.

“Not so fun to be on the receiving end, is it?” Rosier said, “you're not the only one versed in non-verbal magic, (Y/n). In fact, I'd even go so far as to say we've surpassed you. Lucius will be furious, but I like you a lot, so I'll re-extend his old offer for him. Join us.”

You had no wand, no backup, no way out of this, but you stood your ground nonetheless.

“Eat shit,” you seethed. Rosier glowered at you, taking a few menacing steps forward. He grabbed your jaw firmly and you grit your teeth.

“I don’t think you heard me—”

He reeled back as you spit right in his face,

“You bitch,” he growled, wiping his face in disgust, “clearly no one ever bothered to train you.”

Without your wand you were really only left with one option, ready to defend yourself by revealing your animagus form, but you never got to take the first step forward.

“Imperio!”

You stopped in your tracks as a veil of what could only be described as pink fluff drifted over your mind. A smile immediately appeared on your face, and a giggle rose in your throat.

Severus looked at Rosier with horror, the rest of his crew looking among themselves uneasily.

“What do you think you're doing?” Snape hissed, “are you trying to get us all expelled?”

“So what?” Rosier said, “we've used the killing curse loads of times.”

“On insects, you loon,” Snape shot back, hoping his concern for you was masked enough.

“Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt your precious (Y/n), Sev.”

The nickname made his stomach churn. You used to call him that. Lily used to call him that. No one else did. No one else got to.

“Release them,” he said, raising his wand, “now.”

“Put that away,” Rosier's eyes narrowed, a smirk sliding back onto his face as he got an idea, “hey, (Y/n)?”

“Yes?” you answered, your voice dripping with honey.

“I don't think Severus likes you being under this spell,” Rosier said, “but you like it don't you?”

“Mmm hmm,” you nodded, your head feeling like it was floating, “it feels so nice.”

“You know what else would feel nice?” Rosier goaded, “if you gave our friend Sev here a kiss.”

Severus' heart dropped to his stomach.

“You're sick, Rosier,” Snape said, his voice close to tremmoring.

“You don't have to act like you don't want it,” Evan chuckled, “we've watched you putz around (L/n) like a fool for years. Besides, they want to. Isn't that right, (Y/n)?”

“He's right,” you said, your voice deceptively melodic, “I love you, Severus. I've always loved you.”

And in that moment, Snape had never hated himself more. Because he didn't care that Rosier was making you say the things you did. He didn't care that you were under the influence of a curse. All he could hear was the words he longed to hear spill from your lips, over and over like a skipping record.

I love you, Severus. I love you, Severus. I love you, Severus.

He played the words on repeat in his head. His heart was beating almost painfully in his chest, so much so that he hardly even noticed you slowly walking towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck like Lily had done to James. And when you leaned forward to kiss him, his selfish desires held him in place.

It had lasted a fraction of a second, but he didn't pull away. It was the greatest regret of his life that he didn't walk up to Rosier, break his nose, and curse every single person in that clearing instead of doing nothing, knowing full well you had no control over your actions.

When his eyes drifted open and met yours and his stomach twisted into ugly knots, fear and panic wracking through his spine. Your eyes were completely empty, irises a vacant white, and in that moment it felt as if he were kissing a corpse.

Suddenly the color returned to your eyes, and fear immediately filled them. Snape grunted as he was shot away from you, unable to move when he hit the ground. The other Slytherins looked around for the assailant, but they had no time to react when every single one of their wands was pulled from their hands. McGonagall stood there, expression the same as ever but clearly brimming with fury.

“(L/n), come,” she said, ushering you over and taking you protectively in her embrace, “we'll get you to Madame Pomfrey.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she regarded Snape and the rest of their group, “As for you,” she said, “Mr Filch, secure them in the dungeons until the Headmaster calls for them. And put all of their wands in the lockbox.”

“With pleasure,” Filch said, almost blending in with the trees behind her.

“Are you alright?” McGonagall asked you as she helped you back towards the castle.

“No,” you said, honestly, “n-no, I don't think I am.”

“No amount of apology could ever equate to the remorse I feel that this happened to you, (L/n),” she said earnestly, “I am truly sorry. This was completely unacceptable, and I will see to it that the proper measures are taken for their punishments. Expulsion would suit just fine, but even if the Headmaster disagrees, I will personally ensure you never come into contact with any of those boys again.”

“Thank you,” you said, your voice sounding hollow in your own ears.

You didn't remember walking the near half-mile to the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey's words felt so far away, as if she were speaking underwater. You just remembered laying down in the hospital wing bed as she checked you for any lasting damage, and as soon as she'd turned her back you'd just wept.

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That night, Snape found himself in the Prefect's bathroom, leaned over the sink and watching the water rush into the drain. His hands clutched the marble sides of the basin so hard his knuckles turned white, every breath catching painfully in his chest before he forced it out to take another shaky inhale. He was an idiot, he knew. There was no fixing this. Not really. First Lily, now you. Was he just predestined to lose everyone in his life?

He paused. No, he didn't deserve to think like that. Everything that had gone wrong was his own doing.

When he heard the door to the bathroom open he whipped around, ready to curse whoever dared to interrupt him until he saw you standing there, your eyes red from crying and the Marauder's Map clutched in your hands like a vice. He was half certain you were a hallucination, but as soon as he pulled himself to the present, he rushed to apologize. You had to know how horrible he felt about what he did, even if you would never forgive him. He made the mistake of being too cowardly to properly apologize to Lily, he wouldn't make that mistake again.

“(Y/n), I'm—”

“I know you're sorry,” you said callously, “and I know you mean it. That's not the issue.” you took a breath to collect yourself before you continued. This was so much harder than you thought it would be. Maybe this wound really was too fresh right now. You thought you'd be able to handle this conversation, but your prior feelings weren't making this any easier.

“Why did you do it?” you asked quietly, “Better, why did you do nothing? You were my friend, Severus.”

Whatever was holding back the flood of emotions in him, it snapped at your words.

Were. Past tense.

“I don't know what I was thinking,” Snape said in exasperation, though it came off more as anger directed at himself. His hands threaded through his messy black locks, his eyes nearly manic. You'd never seen him unravel quite like this. He was desperate to fix this, to keep you in his life. “No, I wasn't thinking at all, (Y/n). I couldn't, not when you were . . . not when I. . .”

Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it—

“Not when I've fancied you for years.”

Snape knew immediately that he had made a mistake. The expression on your face made his stomach twist, and he knew there was no taking back what he said.

“No,” you said, tears welling in your eyes, “Severus Snape, don't you dare say that. What, do you think that just makes this all okay? You're an oblivious idiot, you know that?”

Your heart ached so bad it felt as if you couldn't breathe.

“Do you know how many times I wished you would have kissed me?” you said shakily, not bothering to hide the hurt in your voice.

Snape was sure his breathing had stopped, eyes wide with shock. He couldn't have heard that right. Did you really feel the same way about him? But reality hit him in the face when he saw your expression. This was no heartfelt confession on your part.

“For you to just. . . for it to happen like that,” you said, still struck with betrayal and disbelief, “If you've ever respected me, you never would have let that happen. I was under a curse, Severus. And you took advantage of that— of me. All because you were too much of a coward to just tell me how you felt. And then you go on and say you've liked me this whole time as a last ditch effort to save our friendship? How the hell did you expect me to react?”

He had nothing to say to that. He blamed himself entirely. Every verbal blow you struck he gladly took, he would have sat there still as stone if you hexed him, but you refused to draw your wand at him. You just stood there, staring straight through him with unbelievable hurt in your eyes.

“I can't do this, Severus,” you said, “please, just. . . just leave me alone. I'm not saying I'll never forgive you, but right now I can't even begin to think about that. Not now.”

You looked like you wanted to say something more, but your mouth snapped shut, and Severus saw the finality in your eyes. He stayed glued to the spot where he stood long after he watched you leave, his eyes trained on the door you'd slammed shut.

If you thought Snape had made himself scarce after what he said to Lily, after what he did to you he practically vanished. He no longer sat underneath the tree that had become so symbolic of your former trio. He no longer roamed the Slytherin common room, or even the Great Hall for meals. Instead he would walk through the forbidden forest alone, or hole up in some empty corridor purposely hiding but hoping you would walk up to him. You never did.

The people who did find him in the few days that followed were the newly named Marauders, though incomplete as they arrived without you. As he glanced down at the parchment in Lupin's hand he had no questions about how they'd located him. Snape grimaced, not bothering to get up from his seat beneath the stone pillar. Anything they did to him was what he deserved.

James stepped forward from the group first. His expression was unreadable, but Snape saw the way his jaw was set firmly in place, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. The Slytherin had expected Potter to come at him guns blazing, sending a flurry of verbal attacks and hexes his way. However, James Potter simply stared down at his former enemy with a look that met in the intersection of barely contained anger and utter disappointment.

“You didn't deserve them,” he said coldly, his voice oddly level.

“I know,” Snape glared, but not feeling very self-righteous.

“No, you don't,” James said, his voice rising steadily, “you will never know what you put them through. You sat there while your lunatic friends used an Unforgivable Curse on them, and you took advantage of them. I don't care if you know, I'm going to throw it back in your face, because it's what you deserve.”

“I think it's clear that (Y/n) doesn't wish to speak with you any longer,” Remus said, “if for some inconceivable reason they want to in the future, they'll approach you. Don't you even think about going about it the other way around before they're ready and willing to talk. If they ever are.”

“It's settled, Severus,” James said simply, “you're officially not worth our time anymore.”

Snape blinked up at him, trying to recall a time when Potter had ever called him by his actual name.

“Don't get us wrong,” Sirius glared, “the only reason we aren't throwing you to the Womping Willow is because we know the last thing (Y/n) would want is her friends getting expelled because of them.”

“We'll leave you alone now,” Peter said grimly, “just like you've always wanted.”

And they were telling the truth. They left him completely alone, not speaking a word to him after that; 'they' now including you and Lily, which destroyed him more than any amount of bullying had before. He watched from afar as you grew closer and closer to the Marauders. . . no, you were a Marauder. It was only natural that you became almost like a family in your seventh year. You, James, Peter, Sirius, Remus, and Lily had become as inseparable as Snape thought you, him, and Lily were, but he'd ruined that. He had ruined every good thing that had ever happened to him and pushed away every important person in his life.

The last time he saw you was graduation day. Everyone was running around excitedly, dressed in the ceremonial jewel-toned robes of their respective houses as they awaited Dumbledore's speech. You had been sitting with your group as usual, now having carved out your own spot at the Gryffindor table, when you noticed that Snape was nowhere to be found.

You frowned, wondering why he of all people had to slip into your mind on a day like today.

“You alright, Fangs?”

Sirius' voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, I'm fine. . .”

His handsome features contorted in concern, but that easy grin slid back onto his face as he nudged you with his shoulder.

“What, you worried you're gonna miss us?” he smirked, “this isn't goodbye, you know. We'll all see each other at the Order meetings—”

“Which you always seem to talk about at an extraordinary volume,” Remus shushed him pointedly. Sirius brushed him off with a roll of his eyes.

“(Y/n), are you sure nothing's wrong?” James asked from across the table.

“I'm alright, Prongs,” you said, “I just. . . you know what? I just remembered I left something in my dorm, I'll be right back.”

Your friends exchanged worried glances as you got up from the table, taking off towards the Slytherin common room. It wasn't a total lie, but your intentions went against your better judgment. After today there was a very, very good chance you would never see Severus again. What he did wasn't okay by any means, and it would take more than an apology or a simple conversation to forgive him, but you needed closure at the very least. Not for him, but for you. You deserved that much.

You swiped the map off your bedside table and opened it fully, your eyes quickly picking out Severus' name near the cellars only a few rooms away from where you were. You took off quickly down the hall, reaching the intersection where all the dungeon's corridors converged when you spotted him. Your heart stopped.

His left sleeve was rolled up to his elbow, as was the person's standing across from him, their back to you. Even though you couldn't see the second person's face, you recognized who it was immediately.

Evan Rosier.

He wasn't on the map before. . . how had he gotten in?! He'd been expelled after the day he cursed you. Did he somehow find a way to bypass the anti-apparition charm?

You felt your breathing hitch, fear creeping under your skin. There, on both of their arms, was a tattoo of a skull, a serpent weaving its way through the mouth and eye sockets in an undeniable pattern.  You stopped breathing all together. You knew Severus had fallen into the dark arts, but to actually be a death eater? To be proudly showing off that awful display of radicalism along with the person who had used an Unforgivable Curse on you, who had invaded your free will and taken over your body. . .

Severus must have felt you even from the opposite side of the hallway, because something pricking at his skin told him to look up, and when he did he wished he never had. You were looking at him for the first time in over a year, your eyes full of terror. Rosier followed his gaze, but when he looked over his shoulder there was no one there.

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Severus sighed, trying to push the less than pleasant memories out of his head. He knew by now he was likely the last person left in the house besides you, Harry, and Sirius who were all staying here. Something like hope had sparked in his chest when he saw the faintest ghost of a smile on your lips as you saw him for the first time since graduation. He wanted to talk to you, to tell you he knew he deserved nothing from you, but he would spend the rest of his life trying to make it right if you would only give him a chance after all this time. In truth, he missed his friend. With Lily gone, you were one of the closest things he had to that left.

Against his better judgment, Severus made his way up the stairs, silent as a thestral as he headed for your room, but he stopped in his tracks when he reached the top. Sirius' door was cracked open the slightest bit, and what Snape saw inside made his blood run cold. You were sitting next to Sirius on his bed, your head resting gently on his shoulder. As you craned your neck to look Sirius in the eyes, that's when Severus saw it— the way the Marauder looked at you. The way his face seemed to light up, the spark that returned to his gray eyes, the utter adoration in them.

And just like that, Snape was a seventeen year old boy again, transported right back to that courtyard garden, watching Lily and James share their first kiss on the day he had made one of the biggest mistakes of his life. His heart shattered silently, though his departure was not so quiet as he took off down the stairs as quickly as he could. He grimaced at his own feelings, ones he knew he had no business owning.

As he was about to open the front door to leave, his instincts suddenly screamed at him to turn around, and he was just barely able to cast an invisibility charm as you began to come down the stairs. He held his breath as he looked at you. He knew he had no right to think so, but you were still beautiful like this; dressed in pajamas, hair disheveled, eyes still sightly puffy and red. He saw you look around, knowing you had no doubt heard his rather noisy descent of the staircase, and he cursed himself for not leaving sooner. Your eyes searched what should have appeared to be the empty space in front of you, but he saw you look him in the eyes, and he knew that you knew.

“Severus?” you called his name out softly, and the sound felt like a strike to his face.

He wanted nothing more than to say something to you, talk to you, hold you. But his mind flashed back to the way you had been with Sirius, and his words died in his throat. He said nothing, trying to remain unphased at your hurt expression as you turned around to walk back up the stairs. As soon as your back was turned to him, he left, unable to bring himself to do anything more.

Once again, he was too late.

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Eyes like Stars [Bobby Axel x Reader Multi-Chapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter 11 – Obsession.

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18+, explicit smut, multi-chapter read.

“I love you too much for anythin’ to ever happen to you, Em.” / “I want you to want me. That’s it. That’s all."

Frustration taken out through lust and arousal, Bobby's neediness and greediness grows, insisting for your attention. With both of your addictions beginning to spiral out of control to different substances just for relief, the sense inside both of you grows that it's not the need for drugs but the emotional attachment you and Bobby have to each other that takes over all other priority. Bobby won't let anything get in the way of his relationship with you–Hotch, Sykes or otherwise, but now finds himself desperate for your constant affection and reassurance.

[WARNINGS]: Oral sex / Heavy smut themes & depictions / Cocaine usage / Consensual high sex / Minor bondage / Blindfolding / Slight/very minor marking/injury mention & depiction / Heavy fluff / Dirty talk.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: A chapter that falls in the middle of passionate intimacy and warm affection, Bobby's emotional attachment and need for reassurance from the reader grows. 👀 If it's one way to release built up frustration of any kind, Bobby does it by being eager to tease and please you. Confessing his recent intimate fantasy with you, there's nothing his bandana and a few ties won't do to get heated in bed with one another. The need and greed for one another in this chapter just goes as far to show how intense the affection and feelings the reader and Bobby have with one another, with or without their substance abuse problems. It'll only ever go downhill from here, but towards the ending of this chapter… PHEW!! My personal favourite part to write is all I can say! 😏🥵

Bobby’s release from prison marks the end of his and Helen’s relationship and you find yourself spending more time with Bobby and taking care of him after everything he’s been through. Working and living in Manhattan as a college drop-out, you distance yourself from Helen who Bobby and you take solace with one another in hopes to get out of the toxic lifestyle of drug use—promising each other to start a new life with one another and get clean. Falling in love with Bobby, you experience a mutual, passionate and loving relationship with its own highs and lows that promises to bloom into something more serious but also can threaten to collapse. As Bobby’s new girlfriend, your relationship hangs on a thread with old skeletons coming back into Bobby’s life, relapses, and a new panic on the horizon that threatens to undo it all.

“Don’t touch Emily. Don’t you ever touch her.”

Only when the front door to your apartment suite is shut and locked behind you does the tension and stress relieve off Bobby entirely. 

Even as the two of you are in the privacy of your own home, Bobby squeezes your hand tightly as if it’ll be the last time he’ll ever be able to—as if you’ll fall apart and break underneath him if he lets go.

“I won’t let you do anything to her. You’ll leave Emily alone, ya hear me?”

Confused, flustered, and anxious from what just transpired back at Marcie’s building, you hardly even have time to slip off your shoes or set aside your purse from the moment you and Bobby arrive home. 

“Bobby?” You breathe out, holding onto his hand.

Bobby turns the moment you call his name, looking at you with eyes of worry and almost grief in a sense as if he would crucify himself with blame had Hotch taken you down to the police station or if anything had happened to you.

With no criminal record or history of upsetting the law, you don’t understand—you never have. You don’t know what it’s like to be constantly frisked out on the street when cops are nearby, let alone Hotch. 

You’ve never been on a list of well-known junkies and dealers. You know you’ve never been through anything Bobby has experienced in his life.

Just by the helpless doe-eyed look in Bobby’s eyes, you can sense the worry and pain Bobby’s carried with him all throughout his life on the streets reflecting back onto you.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Bobby murmurs, taking a cautious step towards you before cupping your face with his free hand. “Nothing? Do ya hear me?”

You let out a shaky breath, unable to reply back to Bobby as you remain before him stunned by his actions. 

“I won’t let him get to you.” Bobby inhales shakily, stroking your cheek gently as your back presses up against the door. “I won’t let him bother you or chase you around like some—” Bobby grits his teeth, “like some junkie out on the street. I don’t care what he thinks, he can’t touch you. He can’t, he can’t—”

“Bobby.” You speak out, placing your warm hands on top of his. “Bobby, it’s okay. It’s over.”

Bobby swallows hard, his expression softening as his eyes dart over yours to read for a reaction. “I don’t ever want you to get hurt, ‘n not because of me.”

“I haven’t, baby,” you tell him softly. “And I won’t.”

It’s hard to tell who’ll break first. From one moment to the next, instability and a desperate need for affection binds you and Bobby’s relationship together. 

Whether you’re both bound on the next shot of drugs or not doesn’t mean anything. Bobby’s separate addiction to you will kill him faster than anything else, and he’s willing to let it all happen to him.

Bobby’s heart pounds in his chest as the last of his adrenaline surges out through him. The insistent jealousy, the protectiveness, and defensiveness that jumped out the moment Bobby saw Hotch eyeing you have taken a toll on Bobby without him even knowing.

“I won’t let him have you.” Bobby attempts to reassure you, closing off the remaining space between both of you as he presses his forehead onto yours. “I don’t care what he thinks—I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care—fucker thinks he’s onto something.” Bobby squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, “he won’t take you away from me.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You hug Bobby tightly. “Bobby, baby. Look at me. Look at me…” You rub up and down his back reassuringly, embracing your boyfriend warmly. “I’m here.”

“I love you too much for anythin’ to ever happen to you, Em.” Bobby’s throat tightens as he fights off tears. “And not with ‘em fuckin’ narcos out there like that going in for the kill.”

“Has it always been like this?�� You can feel Bobby’s hand in yours trembling, prompting you to gently rub your thumb over the back of his hand to soothe Bobby. “No panic, no new dealers but still…?”

“There’s always Santo and that’s enough. You got nothin’, they’re gonna pick on you to get to everyone else.” Bobby admits, gazing back at you as if you aren’t even real before him. “And without him, there ain’t any of us except you.” 

“Me…?” Your eyes widen.  

“Doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.” Bobby hisses under his breath, seeming pained by just the mention of it. “Because it’s not gonna happen. Nothin’s gonna happen. Fuckin’ Hotch uses anyone and anythin’ to get what he wants, just like he did to Helen and made her tell him everything—”

“I’m not Helen, Bobby.” You squeeze Bobby’s hand back. “I’m not going to do that, ever. I know types like Hotch. I don’t give a shit if he is a narco.”

Bobby blinks back at you, almost taken back by what you said like he didn’t accept it. Instantly believing you, Bobby nods back at you frantically, but it does nothing to ease his worry. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

“And you won’t, just as I don’t want to lose you either.” You feel your eyes beginning to sting with tears.

“C’mere. Come ‘ere, baby.” Bobby’s voice grows breathy and low as he lets go of your hand and cups both of your cheeks with it. 

Bobby’s lips collide over yours in a deep and needy kiss in an instant. He easily gives into you, reveling in every bit of affection and attention you give him even through something as simple as a kiss. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you join Bobby in the kiss and even as his soft, pouty lips pull away from you, Bobby peppers loving kisses all over your cheeks and forehead. 

Both of your bodies are pressed up against each other in mutual clinginess and desire with no intention of pulling away or letting go.

“I love you, I love you,” he murmurs throughout his kisses, letting his lips linger over your skin. “So much, so much… I don’t know why I’m like this.” He swallows hard, burying his face into your neck.

“I love you more than you could ever think, Bobby.” You embrace Bobby tightly, feeling your heart racing in your chest as his lips graze over your neck ever so gently. “T-that’s not going to—” You inhale shakily as Bobby’s hands find their way to your hips, squeezing them. “Ever change…”

“I want you to want me. That’s it. That’s all… Just…” Bobby kneels down, pressing his face against your chest and stomach. “Just stay, o-okay? Don’t go. Don’t…”

“I won’t, baby.” You whisper back, running your hands over Bobby’s shoulders as he continues kissing your body downward greedily. “I won’t. I need you.”

“Say it again.” Bobby roams his hands lovingly down your hips. “Please. I wanna hear you say it again.”

You can’t help but feel an insistent, mutual arousal rush through your body, making your knees weak from Bobby’s touch. “I need you, Bobby. I need you so badly.”

“Emily…” Bobby trails the tip of his nose down to your stomach, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume before leaving another trail of hot kisses. “I want you so bad, you know that? I have to have you. I have to…” Bobby pulls at your hips, coaxing you down with him. “Have all of you.”

“Bobby, please…” A soft whimper comes out of your mouth as your hands roam through Bobby’s tousled, dark hair—letting your purse fall off your shoulder and hit the floor carelessly. “Please, please.”

“I’ll do anything for you, Emily.” Bobby breathes against your skirt, holding onto your thighs. “Anything. Everything.”

“Promise me?” You gaze down at him with half-open eyes.

“I promise.” Bobby places his hands over the sides of your skirt as he keeps his eyes on you. “Let me make you feel good again. I want to so badly.”

A heavy surge of arousal courses through you as your face flushes red—cheeks burning hot from blush. “Bobby…”

It’s never been something you’ve wanted to refuse or resist; the sensation of Bobby’s hot, wet tongue pressed up against your pussy. Anywhere, anytime—it doesn’t matter to you, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t fantasize all the time about Bobby shoving his head into your skirt underneath your desk at work. 

‘Yes, yes, yes…’ You slightly lift your hips from leaning back against the door to hike up your skirt and bunch the fabric up in both hands—tingling with arousal and weakness in your knees.

“Oh yeah…” A lazy grin forms over Bobby’s lips as he pulls the fabric of your panties aside your pussy lips.

Your heart practically feels as if it’ll beat right out of your chest from the lust growing in Bobby’s eyes hearing your pussy lips parting open as you spread your legs open a little.

“I wanna please you all the time. All the time, baby...” Bobby leans his head inward, gazing up at you. “I was waitin’ to get you home—I don’t care. I’ll make you feel good. I want to.”

Every inch of your body begs for Bobby to touch you, and your instant growing arousal towards Bobby no longer surprises you but is deeply mutual with his.

“Bobby…” You let out a soft whine, easily feeling wetness forming in between your legs just from Bobby breathing hotly over your pussy. “Don’t tease me too much, I’m already throbbing.”

If Bobby knew he could, he’d do nothing but fuck, tease and please you all day every day. His libido and insatiable desire for sex is a separate addiction on its own and Bobby doesn’t care. As long as you’re moaning and cumming because of him, he’ll get off to it again and again without hesitation.

“Anything you want, baby.” Bobby rolls his eyes back before cupping his mouth over your pussy—keeping your one thigh spread open as you lean back against the wall for balance while he lifts your other thigh over his shoulder. 

Spontaneous orgasms, unable to wait until you two got to a bed or a couch at least, aching arousal growing in both of you at any given time and a desperate need to fuck and be in each other’s embrace remains to be the pinnacle of your sex life with Bobby.

Your clit instantly aches over Bobby’s tongue as he plants a slobbering kiss between your wet pussy lips and you’re unable to hold back the filthy moan that comes out of your mouth.

Clutching onto Bobby’s hair with one hand and keeping the other against the door to hold your balance, you neither have the opportunity to keep your mouth shut nor the energy to with how your knees begin to feel like jelly.

“Mm,” Bobby squeezes your thigh, his spit easily mixing in with your growing arousal.

There’s a need to fuck, there’s sexual desire and there’s attraction, but all remain relatively shallow compared to how Bobby actually feels towards you. His attraction to you doesn’t stop in the physical sense but a much deeper craving to constantly be with you, laugh with you, make memories with you, and know that you want him in every moment of your life just the way he wants you.

Bobby’s free hand clasps over your ass as he slides his tongue up and down your clit, applying the perfect amount of pleasure to make your legs shake around him.

Bobby’s more than just in love with you and he knows it, even if he came to fall in love with you first for all he knows. He’s in love with pleasing you and making you happy, ignoring any would-be consequences of gladly putting you before himself.

Licking you all over and momentarily glancing up to see your expression writhing with a delicious orgasm building in your gut, Bobby begins to dart his tongue over your wet slit before getting dangerously close to slicking it inside of you.

There’ll always be something between you and Bobby that neither of you can explain. You could never think to yourself you’d find yourself just as addicted to this broken boy as he is to you and the drugs.

“Oh, my G-God!” You cry out, feeling Bobby’s tongue focusing on your clit while he rests his bottom lip and his mouth on the entirety of your pussy, suckling over it. “Bobby! Fuck!”

It’s the lack of healthy emotional attachments you both never truly experienced in your life, let alone ever trusted someone with every aspect of you from your home life to being intimate; comfortable side by side with one another with nothing held back.

“M-more, more…!” Your moans only fuel Bobby to continue keeping up his perfect rhythm and pressure between your legs. He pushes you up against the door harshly, flickering his tongue all over your clit as his spit dribbles off of his lips and chin.

Bobby doesn’t take his frustration out by shooting up or even taking a cigarette break but rather the only way he knows how—through you, in the only way he knows how. It’s always come down to knowing Bobby has you regardless of what happens to him. Nothing else can matter to Bobby.

Eating you out as if he’d been starved, Bobby gladly laps up the sweetness of your wetness dripping onto his tongue. 

There’s an addiction to the sex, your mere presence, the relationship, the affection—anything the two of you can think of when it comes to each other. For once in Bobby’s life, he knows you genuinely care about him; that this isn’t about or for the drugs, that it has nothing to do with Helen or the past.

“Oh, baby.” He only momentarily pulls back to groan out breathily, giving both your thighs a smack before burying his face back into your pussy.

Everything is raw and real, even if you still go to bed at night wondering how you came to this point. How Bobby curls up to you at night, skin against skin as he plants a tiny trail of kisses alongside your bare back. How you wake up to Bobby smiling lazily at you first thing in the morning, finally having a real reason to get up—finally having someone to come home to.

Bobby sucks directly over your clit before pressing his fingers into your inner thighs tenderly. “Bobby, Bobby! I’m gonna—” You whine loudly, tilting your head back against the door as shockwaves of pleasure soar through you, coaxing out your orgasm.

In response to feeling your orgasm approach, Bobby squeezes your thighs harshly and spanks both of them again—digging his nails into your skin.

“Bobby, fuck! Fuck! Uh!” The stimulation from that alone unwinds your orgasm as you groan, squeezing the fabric of your skirt in your fists as your feel yourself cumming against Bobby’s mouth. 

With your climax unwinding, Bobby keeps his mouth against your pussy, grazing his bottom lip to your entrance where he licks up your oozing cum.

“Bobby…” Just from the sight and sensation of that alone, you’d cum twice. Your pussy aches at the intense orgasm that just rang through you as every sensation in your body doubles in sensitivity. 

Bobby pulls his head back, licking off your dripping cum mixed with his spit off your chin. “You taste so good baby,” he lets out a breathy exhale, running his hands down your thighs as you regain your balance.

You give Bobby’s ruffled, messy hair a tug, gazing down at him with half-open eyes as you regain your breath. “The things…you do to me.”

“I want to do more.” Bobby clutches onto your thighs, kneeling up to you. “What do you say, huh, baby?” His hands begin to roam up your blouse before squeezing at your breasts. “Fuck the rest of the day—we’ll just shoot up a little smack and relax together, huh?”

“Please,” you groan softly, your face still flushed red from blushing as Bobby rises back up—keeping his hands over your hips firmly.

 “Come here, baby,” you cup Bobby's cheeks, giving him a full-mouthed kiss. “Mm—” You slowly part your lips back from him, breathing softly against Bobby’s lips. “Just what are you trying to do to me?”

“I wanna make my girl happy—I wanna make her feel good,” Bobby speaks against your lips—his eyes filled with genuine happiness towards you.

You giggle, giving your head a little shake. “Then I guess we’re at odds because I want nothing more than to see you like this. See? You close the door and as soon as we’re in here, nothing out there matters. Not Hotch—” you let out an out of breath laugh, “not Marcie’s landlord either.”

“Just us,” Bobby murmurs to you softly, nodding. “That’s the way I want it. I don’t wanna do nothin’ else or see anyone else. I don’t care.”

“Terrific,” you tell him with a giggle, purposefully using his lingo. “I’m all yours, baby.”

“Terrific,” Bobby repeats with a grin, raising your thighs up and wrapping them around his waist as you gasp out. “I ain’t gonna shoot up anything other than a little high today and you shouldn’t either.”

You squeal, clutching onto Bobby’s shoulders for balance as he takes you down the hallway towards your bedroom. “And why’s that? Just wanna nod off for a bit?”

“I don’t wanna miss anything that you say or do.” Bobby plants a sloppy kiss over your cheek. “I wanna fully be here with you, so I ain’t gonna let that get in the way.”

Blushing at his words as Bobby gently lays you down over the bed, you clutch onto his knit shirt and gaze at him hovering above you. “You wanna be here completely with me.”

“Mmhm.” Bobby gives you a little nod, licking off his lips. He gazes down at you almost as if he’s looking for approval in your eyes like a lost puppy. 

“Baby…” Unable to hold back a smile over your lips, you blush and gesture out with your arms for Bobby to join your embrace. 

Grinning back down at you playfully, Bobby eagerly leans downward and hugs his arms around your body tightly.

“I love you, Em. Mm…” He nuzzles your neck with the tip of his nose, causing you to shiver in delight as you let out a soft giggle and hug him back.

“I love you so much more.” You breathe back, letting your eyes flutter shut as you revel in Bobby’s affection.

The feeling of something so simple as casual affection between one another is almost overwhelming in the best way possible to you. Bobby’s warm body presses up against yours lovingly, gentle in the way he touches you but with neediness, he knows only you can match.

What is love for Bobby has always quickly turned into an addiction; dependence of some kind, neediness, and greediness. 

“You’re my baby,” Bobby murmurs in your neck, brushing aside a few loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

Drunken hugs, sloppy kisses during a shitty game of truth-or-dare, or trying to awkwardly flirt around with some guy in hopes of requited interest during your short days in nursing school were about the most affection you had in your life.

Before you can even speak back to him, you feel Bobby’s lips grazing over your chin and up to your mouth—locking in a sweet kiss. 

Everything felt forced in college; fake, done for shits and giggles at a party, or because all of your friends were busy with their hookups or found boyfriends as easily as they picked out what to wear in the morning.

Your heart pounds in your chest with excitement as your cheeks only continue to flush red and burn with blush spreading over your face. 

The feeling of your lips colliding with Bobby’s in a hot kiss, letting your hands roam through his tousled, soft hair as his trail down your body—adoring one another, appreciating even being in one another’s embrace in silence and knowing, just knowing you have someone to come home to, someone to confide and adore—to let out all the love you felt you kept bottled inside of you is nothing short of euphoric.

The scent of freshly washed laundry and men’s shampoo comes off of Bobby, mixing in with your faint floral perfume as the two of you remain snuggled over top of one another.

Bobby slowly breaks the kiss, gazing down at you with lazy eyes to admire you for a moment. Your eyes find his and all you can do at that moment is staying quiet, letting yourself look up at this boy you’ve found yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with by the day. 

“Think I’ve always wanted to do that,” Bobby murmurs against your lips. “Always wanted to kiss you like this.”

“Is that what you tell all the girls?” You joke back, giggling breathily.

“Mm, well,” Bobby dramatically ponders the question with a soft laugh, “just this one hot chick underneath me named Emily. Ya know, the one I’m crazy for. Just her.”

“Well played.” You peck a small kiss over Bobby’s lips.

“Your landlord ain’t kicking us outta here any time soon, right?” You pick up on the joking tone in Bobby’s voice as you notice he reaches into the front pocket of his jeans and rummages around a bit before pulling out a small, clear baggie filled to the brim with white powder. “Otherwise he’ll ruin my party with my girl.” Bobby waves what is a bag of cocaine in front of you.

“Not smack this time, huh?” Your eyes widen a little in surprise.

“If ya wanna get slumped, we can do that baby.” Bobby gently gets off of you and the bed, beginning to shrug off his bomber jacket. “But…” Bobby tosses his jacket on top of your dresser, tapping the back of his fingers against the bag of cocaine. “If I got the rest of the night with my girl, I wanna have fun with her with something softer.”

“Soft is just what I need tonight.” You tell him with a laugh as you sit up on the bed. “Well,” you watch as Bobby carefully opens up the bag, making sure nothing spills out. “Maybe not when it comes to you though.”

“Uh-huh.” Bobby’s eyes dart up to yours as he smirks, knowing exactly what you’re implying. “I thought you’d say so.” He runs his free hand through his messy hair, resting one knee down on the edge of your bed. “Not that I’d think you thought I was just gonna taste your sweetness back there and leave it at that. Nah,” Bobby winks at you, gesturing at your blouse before moving in closer with the bag. “I wanna snort this off those terrific tits of yours.”

Blushing, you don’t even hesitate a moment longer as you begin to unbutton your blouse, only exciting Bobby further with your own eagerness. “You can do whatever you want, baby.” 

“First time with coke, sweetheart?” Bobby asks you, but his eyes are clearly distracted by the way you throw off your blouse and unhook your bra from the back.

“I guess you could say that,” you admit sheepishly. “Too used to shooting up from the needle, I haven’t had anything besides a grass brownie and a joint in any other way.”

Bobby kneels up in front of you, hoping you don’t see his growing erection pressing up to the zipper in his jeans. “I wanna feed this to you from my hand—really give you the experience then. Ain’t the same off some damn table or business card.”

“Oh yeah?” You pause for a moment as you look up at Bobby expectantly. 

You lick over your lips, letting your bra fall off of you before nudging it aside and letting your breasts spill free; your nipples quick to harden from both arousal and the cool air in your apartment.

“Fuck,” Bobby mutters, hovering over you again. “Only I’m allowed to see you like this, right?” His question is both demanding and greedy.

“Yes,” you let out a breathy giggle, arching your chest upwards as Bobby lets his free hand roam over them, squeezing and touching as he goes.

“Good,” Bobby’s eyes briefly make contact with yours before he leans down and gives a wet kiss over both of your nipples. 

You can’t hold back the small whimper that comes out of your mouth as Bobby gently presses down on your torso to get you to lean back down comfortably against the bed. “Like that, baby. Yeah… Lay down for me.” He opens up the bag of cocaine again, angling it so it’ll carefully spill a small amount from the corner. “We don’t wanna get any of this shit on the bed or somewhere else.”

“You’re telling me.” You relax against the bed, watching as Bobby smiles down at you and begins to carefully tap off three lines of cocaine; one in between your tits, and one trailed over each breast. 

“Alright, alright. There we go…” Bobby breathes, making sure he closes the bag and quickly puts it on your nightstand before he gazes back down at the sight of your tits lined with cocaine before him. “Fuckin’ terrific.” 

“Can almost feel my skin going numb,” you blush as Bobby leans his head in.

“All part of the experience, baby.” Bobby’s nose is mere inches away from your breasts as he keeps his eyes on you—his ruffled bangs dangling over his forehead. “I can’t get enough of all of you, to begin with.”

A soft moan escapes your lips as you feel Bobby beginning to snort off the line from your left breast. Not only does he softly graze his nose against your skin and inhales at every last drop, but he licks over your nipple where his mouth comes into contact with your chest.

Inhaling shakily at the numbness hitting your nipples, Bobby doesn’t even bother to raise his head up as he goes for the second line in between your tits.

He squeezes your left breast before sniffling and pausing for just a brief second. In an instant, Bobby buries his face between your breasts as you watch him snort up the second line cleanly. 

“Ohhh yeah,” Bobby kisses the area between your breasts. “This shit is so good, baby,” he gives your breast a light smack before moving to your right breast.

“Bobby,” you groan out as you feel his tongue flicker over your breast just before Bobby begins to snort up the last line. 

Bobby inhales deeply, clearing his throat and cupping both of your breasts in his hands—smirking at the way they jiggle on contact. “Terrific. Mm,” he slowly pulls his head back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I’d say your tits are gonna feel numb for like two days but,” Bobby spits over your left nipple, licking it up immediately which causes you to buck up your hips in response and moan again. “I’ll suck and lick the feeling back into them like this.”

“Oh my God!” You cry out in pleasure, feeling Bobby’s hot tongue roam over your overly sensitive nipple.

“Mwah,” Bobby leaves a playful kiss over both of your breasts before pulling away. “Come ‘ere baby, I got the next lines for ya.” He picks up the bag of cocaine off of your nightstand, almost sending the night lamp flying off the table. “Come on,” he pants, gesturing you up to him. “I don’t bite.”

Blushing, you sit back up and crawl over Bobby’s lap. Bobby wraps one arm around your waist to keep you over his lap as you both get comfortable on the bed. 

“Alright baby, it’s gonna be nice and easy clean lines.” Bobby holds out the palm of his hand, again angling the bag of cocaine so the powder comes out of the corner in controlled, small amounts.

You watch as Bobby loosely puts out one short line of cocaine in the palm of his hand—knowing very well it’s your first time. Before he can even out the line with the edge of the bag, you grasp Bobby’s wrist and dig your nose into his palm. 

“Ooh, careful baby.” Bobby chuckles at your eagerness, holding his hand up as you snort off every last drop of powder from his palm—grazing your nose all over it.

“Mm…” You inhale deeply, feeling your nostrils burning at snorting up the white powder so quickly and harshly all at once.

“How’s that, baby?” Bobby’s tone remains breathy and quiet as he carefully sets down the leftover cocaine in the bag aside. “How do you feel?”

You let out a shaky inhale, squeezing your eyes shut and nodding back at Bobby as the high begins to set into your body and kick in. “First time…” 

“Not the highest quality shit, but,” Bobby rubs the bridge of his nose, smiling back at you. “Has me and you feel fuckin’ good in no time.”

“Mmmmmm…” You gaze up at Bobby lazily, leaning your forehead against his. “Going soft on me?”

“Goin’ easy on my girl till she wants more.” Bobby plants a little kiss over the tip of your nose. “You feel good, baby?”

“Oh yeah,” you exhale softly—feeling your body tingle with a rush of euphoria. “It’s a change, huh?”

“From getting slumped off smack?” Bobby grins, “yeah, yeah. We ain’t usin’ any of this stuff though, baby. We’re just chippin’. Santo’s got the good shit, I’d rather go down on that than this.” He pecks another kiss over your lips. “Powder lasts me thirty minutes at most.”

“You snorted three lines, baby,” you tenderly rub over your nose. “Thirty minutes for three lines?”

“I’m hard to please.” Bobby says back in a joking tone, “I always need more.”

“You want me.” You confirm, placing Bobby’s hands over your breasts.

“Yeah,” Bobby replies breathily; his eyes darting from yours down to your breasts. “As badly as ever. More than them, that’s for sure.”

“More than who?” You gaze at Bobby, feeling your curiosity rising.

“Those corporate fucks admirin’ my girl all day at the office, that’s who.” You can sense the irritation in Bobby’s tone. “That Mason guy or whatever the fuck his name is.��� Bobby squeezes your breasts harshly.

“You’re so jealous, it shows.” You tease back, amused by Bobby’s reaction.

“Maybe,” Bobby mumbles, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples in slow circles. “Maybe I don’t like sharing my girl. Maybe I’m selfish.”

“I’m not Lindsey or Helen.” You tell him softly. “And I’m not going anywhere…or being anyone else’s… Mm… It doesn’t matter to me. All they can do is look if they want.”

“That’s all they can do, huh?” Bobby seems reassured by your words as if he was both desperate to hear it but also expectant at the same time. “They don’t get you like me and they never will.” Bobby gently pinches the tips of your nipples before massaging your breasts in his hands. “You’re my girl…”

“Yes,” a soft whimper comes out of your mouth as you press down on Bobby’s hands to touch you more. “I’m yours.”

“Only I’m fucking you that good.” Bobby’s hands roam down to your thighs, giving them a light smack.

You smirk, scooting back over the bed until you feel the headboard against you before gesturing at Bobby with your finger. “Then come here.” 

“Don’t tease me, baby.” Bobby’s eyes darken with lust as he kneels over the bed, moving closer to you. 

“Then you’ll do what I tell you to.” The energizing high from the coke provides a burst of confidence that mixes with your growing arousal, especially from Bobby’s own teasing at Marcie’s earlier you definitely haven’t forgotten about. 

"You know I've been dyin' to take you home today?"

“Anything.” Bobby’s breath hitches softly as you tilt his chin up to face you.

‘I want him so bad.’ A surge of arousal pulls at your gut, desperate to pin Bobby down to the bed and take him right here, right now mercilessly. 

“Mm,” cupping Bobby’s cheeks with both hands, you lean in as if to give him a kiss but pause right as the tip of your nose gently bumps against his.

‘So fucking bad. Again.’ Every muscle in your body begins to ache to feel his body against yours—fucking you—feeling his cock slick in and out of you and it’s no longer a desire or feeling you can ignore but somehow manage not to give it away to Bobby just yet.

Bobby’s dark eyes dart from yours down to your lips, and all you can hear is the sound of both of you breathing softly against one another before you press your lips onto his.

Sealing a wet, full-mouthed kiss over Bobby’s lips, you clutch one hand onto his shoulder and let the other roam through his tousled, dark hair.

Bobby whimpers in your mouth as he wraps his arms around your hips; eager to deepen the kiss as both of your lips collide over one another’s. 

The kiss easily turns from needy and affectionate to rough and demanding almost instantly as you feel Bobby’s tongue lacing around yours.

Eyes fluttered shut and indulged fully in the kiss, both of you quietly moan into each other’s mouths as Bobby rubs up and down your sides—causing you to shiver in delight.

Your fingers gently tug over Bobby’s ruffled curls, wanting to pull his body closer and closer to yours as you feel wetness lubricating between your legs again with ease.

Practically throbbing with arousal, Bobby’s erection is almost painful from how his cock presses up against the zipper of his jeans. 

The sounds of sloppy kissing and shaky breaths fill the room as you find your tongue battling for dominance with Bobby’s—both of you unrelenting for each other.

Wanting to fuck your frustration out on Bobby, you pull at his hair and press your breasts up against his chest as Bobby’s hands move back from your body and immediately work on tugging off his jeans.

“Mm—” You part your lips from Bobby’s for just a second as the two of you pant out in breath.

“Come here, come ‘ere—” Bobby breathes in a husky tone, pinching the fabric of his shirt from behind and throwing it off his head quickly.

Pinning you down onto the bed in one swift movement, Bobby’s hands roam up your chest and squeeze at your breasts harshly as his lips meet yours once again. “Mm, Bobby!”

The kiss grows in demand and sloppiness as you press your hands down upon Bobby’s, yearning for more of his touch. 

“Fuck,” groaning into Bobby’s mouth as his body presses against yours, the two of you can’t keep your hands off of each other as you both struggle for dominance. 

Bobby grunts out quietly as manages to unzip and tug down his jeans just enough to reveal his erection bulging through his briefs. From the moment that you notice, you move your hands down to insistently pull and throw off his jeans.

Now realizing your hands are slightly trembling from both the cocaine and excitement mixing with arousal, you shakily ride up your skirt and pull the fabric of your soaked panties over your pussy lips as Bobby’s lips never part from yours.

“Oh!” A loud whimper comes out of your mouth as you feel Bobby’s erection through his briefs rubbing up against your sore and sensitive clit.

“Take this fuckin’ thing off,” Bobby grunts, almost ripping your skirt off of you. 

“Oh, I don’t think so.” You grab at Bobby’s wrists with both hands, pressing onto his chest with yours to pin his back down to the bed. “Only I get what I want, baby.”

Surprised, Bobby’s breath hitches as he lays sprawled over the bed under your full control as you straddle his waist—purposefully pressing your pussy against his erection. 

A lazy grin forms over Bobby’s lips, more than pleased at the sight of you on top of him. “Ya gonna fight me over it?”

“Maybe.” You smirk back. “Try me.”

“You won’t win, baby.” Bobby snatches you by your hips, attempting to pull you onto the bed. “I want what I want.”

Squealing out, you resist and dig your nails into his shoulders, pushing him down with all your strength. “I won’t give you a thing then—”

“Your pussy’s soaked, you little slut,” Bobby hooks his fingers onto the waistband of your panties as you try to crawl away from him on the bed. “You’ll beg for me.”

“What happened to you letting me do whatever I want?” There’s that tingle of arousal going through your body again like a shockwave from Bobby’s dirty talk.

“Come fucking earn it.” Bobby grunts, ripping the flimsy fabric of your panties off. 

“Unfair!” You gasp out, watching as Bobby tosses the fabric aside like nothing and pulls you back over the bed by your thighs.

“What I want to do to you—” Bobby laces hands with you tightly, holding your back against his chest as you tilt your head over his shoulder. “Is nothing fair.”

“Fuck, just let me—” you let out a breathy moan as he gives your thighs a firm smack, sloppily kissing you over the mouth. “Mm!”

“That’s right,” Bobby pulls his briefs down his thighs, letting his erect cock spring free. “I like my girl to fight me before I fuck her.”

‘Oh, fuck me.’  You’re quick to press both of your hands down on Bobby’s chest the moment he’s distracted by kissing you. 

Bobby lets out a breathy laugh, enjoying this as he resists your grasp and grinds his erection up against your pussy. 

“You wanna dominate me, baby?” Bobby gazes at your breasts greedily. “Fuck the bedsprings loose with me?”

“I want every inch of you.” You breathe heavily, “and I’m gonna have my way with you just the way I want.”

“Fuck me already then.” Bobby bucks his hips upward. “Let me feel that tight pussy of yours; fucking ruin me. Do whatever you want, I don’t care.”

“I know you want me to tie you up,” you lean over Bobby’s face, hovering on top of him. “Why don’t I start off by doing that first?”

“I fantasized about it all the time,” Bobby breathes against your lips, remaining submissive under you. “You think I kept Hank’s ties with me for no reason? Look in the drawer, baby.”

“Oh?” You let out a soft laugh, gently pressing your hands down onto Bobby’s chest. “I find it hard to believe that’s why you have them. Don’t. Move.” You slowly move off of Bobby.

Bobby winks back at you with a nod. “Multipurpose. Hank gave me ‘em in case I ever wanna get a real job.”

“Really?” As you approach the dresser, you shiver a little from the cool air in your bedroom, causing your nipples to harden. “So you can get dressed up all fancy-like he does?” 

“Some burglar,” Bobby says jokingly in disbelief. “So I can dress up like those fancy corporate fucks at your workplace.”

“I’d find some way to get you to submit to me even if you didn’t have any.” Your face flushes red the moment the words come out of your mouth—having sounded much better in your head.

“Oh?” Bobby tilts his head to the side, watching you open up his drawer and peek inside to spot three ties next to his wrinkled bandana thrown in there. “Terrific.” 

“All of them.” You blush, holding up three, silk ties and the bandana up to show Bobby. “One isn’t gonna keep you tied up the way you want me to.”

“That’s a shame,” Bobby smirks wryly at you, catching your eye as he begins to stroke his erect cock. “You can make do with it.”

‘Fuck.’ Your pussy practically throbs at the sight of Bobby touching himself; droplets of dewy precum forming over the tip of his cock and smearing onto Bobby’s fingers.

“You’re doing this just to tease me.” Your cheeks sting with blush as you nudge the dresser’s drawer shut, crawling back onto the bed with the ties and Bobby’s bandana. “And I don’t think you could go to work if you’re here with me all day.” Putting the ties and bandana down, you replace Bobby’s hand over his cock with yours, looking back into his eyes.

“What are you…” Bobby’s voice trails off before he lets out a moan, watching through lust-dazed eyes as you lean your head down and give the tip of his cock a wet kiss. 

“Fuck, Emily…” Bobby lets outs a shaky, soft breath as you stroke his cock while keeping eye contact.

“Mm,” you pull away, letting your tongue linger over Bobby’s cock as long as you can before straddling him once again and reaching for his hands. “Busy sucking, fucking, snorting…”

“Yeah baby, that’s right. Just how I like it, huh?” Bobby licks over his lips, watching you take one of Hank’s ties and begin to bind it around both of his onto the closest bedpost to where the two of you remain. 

“Does it pay well?” You ask back jokingly, purposely keeping your pussy pressed against Bobby’s shaft.

“Does it ever?” Bobby grins back at you playfully as you finish tightly securing the first silk tie over his wrists. “I got this terrific lookin’ chick with me—my Emily, my baby. Yeah, it does. I’mma make you the mother to my kids, man.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it then.” You blush at Bobby’s words, attempting to hide it from him by quickly grabbing a second tie and beginning to wrap it around the first binds. 

“Oh yeah?” Bobby wriggles his fingers through the binds, causing you to giggle. “How many kids ya wanna have, huh?”

“As many as you want.” You answer back painfully shyly. 

“Easy to say when you’re the one tyin’ me up, eh?” Bobby tilts his head back, watching you make sure the second tie is secure enough. “It’s hot you wanna fuck me like this. I fantasized about it—” Bobby leans his head upwards, sloppily kissing over your nipple. “All the time.”

“Bobby!” You let out a breathy gasp, straddling him down firmly with your hips. “Eager much but you keep moving to tease me.”

“I won’t move when you put my dick in you, baby.” He purrs as you add the third tie, tugging on it to see if it’s tight enough. “Ya gonna tease me for long?”

“You tell me.” You pick up Bobby’s bandana and pull back a little, teasingly grazing the tip of the cloth against his chest. “I shouldn’t even let you take a look.”

“And if I—” Bobby pulls harshly on the ties over his wrist, blinking in both surprise and amusement as to how tightly fastened they are to the bedpost and his wrists, but not to hurt him or cut off any circulation. “Damn, baby. Ooh. That’s good.”

“Mhmm,” you gaze down at Bobby, feeling an overwhelming surge of arousal take over you at the sight of him naked and tied up before you.

It may have been Bobby’s fantasy and idea first, but the thought of also blindfolding him with his own bandana and riding his cock until you cum all over it makes your clit ache and your knees feel weak at the thought.

“Do it,” Bobby lets out a breathy chuckle, gesturing with his chin to his bandana in your hands. “Blindfold me, baby.”

“Just how badly are you going to get frustrated and try to break through just to fuck me?” You run your fingers through Bobby’s messy hair before beginning to blindfold him.

“Only if you want me to,” Bobby breathes hotly against your lips as you sloppily kiss him, rubbing your hands over his biceps. “I’ll do anything you want me to do. You wanna bounce on my cock like a little slut?” Bobby’s signature grin forms over his lips. “Pumped up full of coke?”

“Mm, yes,” you nibble on your bottom lip, raising your hips up as you can hear the sound of your wetness parting off of Bobby’s cock. “And I have full control, baby.”

“Fuck,” sexual excitement and arousal soar through Bobby as he insistently bucks his hips up against yours. “Do it, baby. God, I want you so badly.”

Unable to ignore both Bobby’s dirty talk and the aching sensation in your clit from your own built-up, deep arousal, you grasp Bobby’s cock and angle it to your pussy’s entrance.

“You’re mine to play with,” you lean over, cupping Bobby’s face with one hand as you slowly take the tip of his cock inside of you. “Mine to do whatever I want with.”

Bobby inhales shakily as you seal a kiss over his lips, kissing him sloppily with tongue. From the moment you buck your hips down to slowly take every inch of his cock inside of you, Bobby moans back in your mouth.

Lubricated naturally by your wetness from the foreplay, you let out a soft grunt to feel a slight burning sensation from the tight fit as you initially take Bobby’s cock in—soothed almost instantly after you take four inches of him into your pussy.

“Y-yes, baby,” Bobby groans as you part your lips away slowly, feeling full from all eight inches of his thick cock now fully penetrating you. 

Your eyes flicker over Bobby, tied up, blindfolded, and laid out before you on the bed—only his Roman nose and pouty lips still wet from your kiss peeking out as Bobby breathes softly, excitement coursing through him.

“Do anything to me.” Bobby breathes out as you trail your hands down his chest lovingly, feeling his light trail of chest hair. 

Shaky, breathy moans fall from Bobby’s lips as you lean your head down at the same time, keeping a wet trail of kisses around his hardened nipples.

“Mm,” shifting over Bobby’s cock on purpose to stimulate him, you clutch down onto his chest as you move your hips up and down, beginning to ride him.

The fact Bobby can’t see what you’re doing and that practically anything you do to tease and please him will come as a surprise only makes the re-enactment of Bobby’s dirty fantasy all the hotter for the both of you.

“Em,” Bobby whimpers out; his muscles clenching from arousal.

‘He’s so fucking perfect…’ Obsessed and adoring every inch your boyfriend before you, you let your eyes remain half-opened and dazed with lust as all you can think of is to speed up and continue slamming your hips back down on Bobby’s.

“Oh fuck—” You hiss out softly, guiding your hips over Bobby’s thick shaft as you pick up your pace.

Your pussy throbs a familiar soreness and tenderness from the nights of sloppy, hard fucking before—fading, mottled bruises over your hips to prove it.

“More, more!” Bobby’s moaning grows louder as he continues to pull on his wrist binds out of reaction—wanting to remain tied up but at the same time reach out to touch your body.

Digging your nails into Bobby’s skin, you ride his cock mercilessly as you fuck him down on the bed. Each surge of pleasure rushing through you is only intensified as Bobby buckles his hips again and again to match your desperate passion.

“Bobby—” Your heart thunders in your chest from excitement and arousal mixing as you can feel Bobby’s cock pulsating in all of the weak spots inside of you that you didn’t even know you had. 

‘And he’s all mine.’ You roam your wet lips up Bobby’s neck, inhaling the scent of faint cigarettes and men’s body wash off of him.

“Oh, baby,” Bobby moans out, tilting his head back for you to continue kissing him.

You groan into Bobby’s neck, obsessed with the full feeling of his cock slicking in and out of you. The sounds of your moans and heavy breathing mix with the sound of your wet pussy sloshing against Bobby’s cock inside of you. 

“Fuck me, fuck me!” Bobby grunts out, balling up his hands into fists through his binds. 

Turned on from his eagerness, your ass smacks against Bobby’s hips as he begins to thrust his hips upwards to meet yours back and forth as fast as you can keep up the rough, slamming pace.

“Bobby—yes, yes!” You let out a half-whimper, half moan—quickly brushing aside the stray strands of hair away from your face.

‘More, more… I want more.’ The post of the bed shakes from the quickened, rough pace you keep up; the aching soreness from your bruised skin hitting Bobby’s only building up the intensity of your orgasm growing inside of you.

“Fuck me harder, fuck, fuck—” Bobby pants, his voice laced in a husky tone as small droplets of sweat begin to form over his forehead.

Each moan coming from Bobby growing louder and louder only continues to send you in a frenzy of arousal, loving to hear how you’re teasing and pleasing him to the brink of an intense orgasm.

Breathing heavily, you can barely form another coherent sentence let alone keep your eyes fully open as your hips pick up a rough, rapid speed over Bobby’s cock. 

Obsessed with the way your hips move and breasts jiggle as you bounce over Bobby’s cock, Bobby’s eager to thrust his pulsating cock deep inside your pussy with each thrust up.

The way Bobby’s pouty lips remain half-open, how loose strands of his messy hair bounce upon his forehead and the enthralled look of lust over Bobby’s expression is nothing short of pure erotica.

“Bobby—” You whimper, feeling your pussy hum against his cock from the orgasm getting increasingly insistent to release inside of you so much so that you can hardly take any more.

“I wanna cum with you,” Bobby breathes, yanking on his binds again, “c-cum with me, baby. Ohhh, fuck! Come on—cum on my cock!”

“Ohhh my God!” You shriek out, unable to clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle out the moan on time. 

As if you’re not in control of your own body, you cock your head back and groan with every stroke Bobby slams upward into your pussy—fucking you like an animal. 

Releasing your orgasm and cumming over Bobby’s cock, both of your cries echo out into the room. Timing his orgasm with yours, your legs tremble against Bobby’s waist as you feel his hot seed spurting deep into your pussy.

“Squirt on me baby, squirt on my cock!” Bobby’s filthy dirty talk only encourages your orgasm.

“I—” A final whine escapes your lips as you desperately clutch onto Bobby’s chest to keep your balance—feeling full of cum beginning to drip out of you. 

“Fuuuuck!” Bobby grunts out, feeling the sensation of the wet folds of your pussy pulling back and forth over his cock only triple from sensitivity.

“Mm…” Attempting to catch your breath, you slowly pull your hips up and off Bobby’s cock with a soft gasp.

“Lemme see,” Bobby chuckles breathily, licking over his lips. “I can feel your cum oozing off my cock.”

You’re not sure if it’s even a safe day for you but at the same time, you can’t bring to care as you shakily reach your hand over and pull off Bobby’s bandana blindfolding him.

“Ooh,” Bobby blinks his eyes open, smirking down at your cum and his dripping down his shaft. “Fuck, yes.”

“Feels better when I have control, huh?” You let out a shaky exhale, pressing your pussy up against Bobby’s still erect cock.

“You know if I wasn’t—” Bobby tugs on his binds insistently with a playful grin over his lips, “I’d fuck you right up against the wall just for sayin’ that.”

“Aww,” you pout at him teasingly, rubbing the tip of your reddened nose. “I wanna keep you tied up there longer… I could get used to this.” Your eyes greedily dart over Bobby’s naked body.

“Addicted to fuckin’ me, baby?” Bobby watches as you roam your hands up his chest, feeling his soft skin. 

“Mm, you did this to me.” You tell him back in a lazy tone, moving your hands down to his cock before grasping it with one hand. “And I love it.”

“Fuck,” Bobby inhales sharply as you give the tip of his cock a sloppy kiss. “Baby…”

“I wanna,” you breathe hotly against his shaft, beginning to lick up his cum. “I wanna make you cum again.”

Not one to refuse the offer at all, a lazy smirk sprawls over Bobby’s face. “Gonna suck me off, huh?” He watches as you tap the tip of his cock against your lips, smearing any remaining cum over it. “Not like I haven’t fantasized about seeing that pretty little mouth wrapped around my dick.”

“You’ve got a lot more than just one dirty fantasy you aren’t telling me about.” Your face flushes scarlet from blush as you lower your head to take his cock into your mouth.

“Maybe,” Bobby breathes out, watching you eagerly. “But I’ll let you figure them out for yourself.

“Mmhmm…” You’ve never given oral to anyone before, and if it’s any sense of experience, it comes from watching VHS pornos that your college roommate owned.

You take as much of Bobby’s cock in your mouth as you can—getting through four inches before you feel if you go any further that you’ll gag.

You’re as much of a giver as you as a receiver, and the sight of freshly fucked Bobby all sweaty and tied up before you does nothing but arouse you further to tease and please him all over again.

Opening your mouth as wide as you can and careful not to let your teeth graze against Bobby’s member, you begin to bob your head up and down Bobby’s shaft.

“Oh, yeah, baby…” Each moan coming out of Bobby’s mouth causes your own arousal to increase, and your clit practically aches towards the pleasure you’re giving him. 

Massaging his manhood with your free hand, you spit and drool all over Bobby’s cock as much as you can, lubricating him even further from the mix of both of your cum already all over him. 

“Fuck,” Bobby hisses under his breath, bucking his hips up into your mouth in reaction. “Yes, yes, Em…”

Your mouth feels instantly sore from Bobby’s thick length but grows accustomed to the rhythm you suck him off at. You hum around Bobby’s cock and let your tongue wrap around his shaft as you slowly attempt to take more of his dick into your mouth.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes…!” Unable to stop himself from moaning over and over again, you momentarily glance up to see Bobby roll his eyes back from pleasure. 

More than ever, he yanks on his binds and breathes heavily from the double stimulation you’re giving him. 

The tangy and salty taste of his and your cum hit your tongue as hungrily slobber down every inch of his cock and let your spit drip onto his manhood.

Your warm, wet tongue wrapping around the tip of Bobby’s cock steals another loud, breathy moan from Bobby’s mouth. “More, more—keep doing that, fuck!”

You begin to taste Bobby’s precum and swallow it down as you continue sucking and licking his cock at every angle you can think of.

Sloppy sucking and slurping noises mix in with Bobby’s groans. Bobby desperately wants to tear the binds off his wrists and grip a fistful of your hair to keep his cock in your throat, but all he can do is watch it slick and slide in and out of your mouth. 

“Just like that baby, just like that,” Bobby pants out, hearing you hum around his cock as you move your head inward to take more of him in.

“Hkkk—” You gag, pulling back just enough as wads of thick spit ooze out of your mouth and coat Bobby’s cock entirely in what he knows for himself is the sloppiest blowjob he’s ever received. 

“Let me, let me,” Bobby grunts quietly as you slow down, insisting on thrusting into your mouth instead.

Quickly raking back the stray strands of your hair falling in front of your face, you grip Bobby’s thighs and gaze up at him—keeping your mouth open.

“’ Atta girl,” Bobby inhales shakily, bucking his hips up and fucking your mouth steadily. “Yeah, yeah… G-gonna cum in that fuckin’ dirty little mouth of yours—”

Flustered and massaging your spit over his manhood with your hands, you keep eye contact with Bobby and let him thrust as sloppily in your mouth as he wants to.

A mix of cum and spit sticks to Bobby’s pubic hair as he picks up his pace, making sure he keeps only as much as you can take without gagging into your mouth at a time. 

“Gonna—” Bobby thrusts up again, “fucking cum—”

Before Bobby can reach the height of his orgasm and climax, you suddenly pin down his hips to stop his movements and pull back, surprising Bobby.

“Wha—” Bobby attempts to catch his breath, looking at you in surprised confusion.

“I’m not done with you yet to make you cum like that.” You lick off your lips and kneel up on the bed, leaning over Bobby to reach his binds.

“Ohhh, ya fuckin’ tease,” Bobby whines, looking up to see you pull off the ties around his wrists one by one. 

“I’m the tease?” You gently clasp Bobby’s reddened wrists in your hands, moving his hands back down to his sides.

“Ooh,” Bobby winces, holding his wrists up. “Look at that, huh?” Bobby runs his fingers over the deepening, reddened marks.

Not enough to bruise or leave any long-term marks, but enough to show that not only was Bobby tied up just the way he wanted to be but that he’d done most of it to himself by pulling and tugging out of arousal and need to touch you again.

“Does it hurt?” You breathe, planting a ring of kisses around his wrists gently.

“Mm, in a good way.” Bobby nods back at you lazily. “I like it. I’m all sorts of fucked up, huh?”

“Maybe that’s just the way I want you to be.” You murmur back to him softly, grazing your palm’s against Bobby’s before touching down his arms.

Bobby breathes out shakily and quietly, watching as your fingers come into contact with his arm hair, greedily touching and feeling his biceps. 

You let your hands trail to his sides, gently nudging him. “Turn around.”

“Mhm,” with a soft grunt, Bobby turns over onto his stomach, relaxing down on the wrinkled bed sheets. “Whaddaya gonna do, huh?”

“You’ll see.” You whisper back, tenderly massaging him from his shoulders slowly down to his back. 

“Ah,” Bobby lets out a muffled groan against the pillow at your soothing touch over his tense muscles.

“Feels good, baby?” You breathe against his back, beginning to kiss down it slowly.

“Mm, yes,” Bobby moves his head to peek over his shoulder and back at you. 

‘Fuck, what is it about him that makes me want him so badly?’ Your muscles clench instantly in arousal as your lips come into contact with Bobby’s warm, soft skin—not to mention how deeply you find yourself attracted to him, to begin with.

‘This happened so fast. All of this happened so fast.’ Listening to Bobby’s little whimpers and groans, you rub up and down his back lazily, making sure just the tip of your nails lightly scratch against Bobby’s skin to stimulate him.

Shivering from your touch, Bobby’s eyes flutter shut as he relaxes before you completely. Feeling somewhere in-between sexual intimacy and warm affection, Bobby feels completely safe and comfortable by you, practically ravelling in every bit of affection and attention you show him now.

‘But it’s what I want. I want him so badly.’ Closing your eyes, you leave little playful bites over Bobby’s biceps, causing him to groan louder this time.

‘I’m obsessed. I don’t care anymore.’ Continuing to feel Bobby’s perfect, firm muscles and skin, you can’t pull yourself away from him nor do you want to.

Unbeknownst to you, Bobby slightly peeks his eyes open to watch you enthralled with love against him. Your breathing has deepened and your heart begins to pound in your chest from the cocaine use which has tripled your sex drive before your own eyes.

‘All I care about is him. All I want is him.’ You place your hands over Bobby’s ass, giggling breathily as Bobby again proves to you every inch of him is utter perfection to your eyes.

“Yeah, baby,” Bobby mumbles under his breath as he feels your teeth grazing against his back muscles, now leading to a heated trail of kisses down to his lower back and waist. “More.”

“More?” You lace both hands with him, pressing your breasts against Bobby’s back.

“More,” Bobby whines a little louder this time, desperation and need in his voice. “I love you. Just ruin me already.”