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running-with-kn1ves · 2 years

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Photographer! Male Yandere X Exchange Student! GN Reader

A/N: I am waiting to receive angry anons for botching the language;; perhaps I should have taken french rather than spanish classes :’0. But seriously if there are any mistakes let me know--!

Synopsis: You’re a foreign exchange student who’s been captured by one of your classmates as his ‘model.’

TW: possessive behavior, kidnapping, forceful touching, yandere themes.

"Just stay right there. Sit still."

He danced on his feet with precision, evading fallen petals and the sheets on the floor. You strained to keep the upright pose he demanded you stay in.

"Beautiful…Don’t move."

You turned away as he came foward, taking a picture of your face that was far too close for comfort.

"Don't look away..." He said softly.

You turned back to look at him, the photographer snapping a picture as soon as you turned.

You squinted your eyes at the bright flash.

"Yves... I really am not... comfortable with this. I've been sitting here for 2 hours." You groaned.

"I know I know. Just a few pictures."

That's exactly what he said last time. 'A few more pictures.' 'just a little longer.'

But things have changed since last time. For one, you were now bound with your hands behind you and your legs tied together. He had never tried to bind you up like this. It was… unsettling, to say the least. But you focused on thinking they were for the shoot.

You hated and adored being in his photos. Yves always knew how to make you feel like the most beautiful thing in the world. But there was always something lurking under his compliments; a smile that was a bit more than friendly.

You didn't want to be here in the first place. But Yves had... "invited" you. To call it kidnapping would be wrong. You could never call your best friend a kidnapper. Even if that was... technically what he was. But you were in another country! Maybe people "kidnap" each other all the time here... right?

You weren't too knowledgeable on the country’s laws but you hoped maybe this was common. Perhaps you just had to tell him you needed to go…one more time?

"Yves, I really need to go home; I've been here for days," you shifted uncomfortably under the sheets which hardly covered you. "And I don’t understand why the restraints are necessary."

"It is to uhh," Yves looked for the rights words. "Keep in the shot you know?"

"Keep in the shot?"

"Yes, you know," Yves mumbled some words you couldn’t understand, repeating himself despite your confused expression. "keep in the shot. You know."

"Yves..." you sighed. You still weren't very good at understanding the language yet, and Yves wasn’t the best at english.

Rubbing your hands back and forth you felt the duck tape on your wrists dig deeper. Your feet had already gone numb, and the makeup on your face was beginning to melt from the softbox’s light.

Yves continued to mumble to himself as he took shots from every angle, moving low and high in order to get the best pictures of you. You were just glad that the sticky red paint he covered you in was finally dry; it had made your skin itch. He had been subjecting you to photo sessions every day ever since he brought you back to his apartment.

Yves was supposed to be watching over you as part of the international student committee. But instead of showing you around the campus or helping you tour the city, you were stuck in his apartment. You were stupid enough to let him "take care of you" after a night of too many drinks while exploring the area. That was several days ago, and soon it'd be weeks if you let him keep you like this.

But he always knew how to get you; whether it was with his sweet accent and convincing words, or his evading answers in the language he knew you couldn’t understand, he always knew how to keep you for just a bit longer. Even though you were starting to miss classes, and he was starting to become too suffocating.

At this point, you'd take being stranded on the street if it meant you'd be out of Yves' tiny studio apartment. He wouldn’t even let you open a window to get some air; there was always some excuse, and you believed him every time. After all, he was born here; you were just a foreigner trying not to get lost.

"Hey hey," Yves noticed your solemn face. "Mon amour, what is the matter?"

You didn’t answer, still struggling with the tape on your limbs. It had loosened just a bit in the past several minutes as you continued to sweat under the light.

"Why do you look so sad?" He grabbed your chin gently, setting the camera down.

"I'm tired." You responded, refusing to make eye contact. Yves rubbed your back and mumbled words of sympathy.

"When can I go home?"

"Soon Mon chéri soon. But I have many shots to take. You are making it take longer."

He kissed your cheek over and over again, pulling you close as you went limp against him. You've learned not to refuse his affections anymore. If you did, he'd make you partake in a nude photo session again, just like the last time you refused. The humiliation wasn't worth saving your pride.

"Kiss me." He demanded, watching you through hooded eyes.

You bit your tongue. He watched you scoot back unconsciously, nervous at his closeness still.

"Ne sois pas difficile.... my love just do as I say ." He grabbed your hands from behind, squeezing the tender flesh making you wince. "I'm not mean... do not make me mean.."

You closed the gap between your lips with his, giving a quick and chaste kiss. But from the touch of his hands, you knew he wanted more.

As you tried to leave his lips Yves held the back of your head. The photographer only let an inch pass between your lips before he closed the gap once again. You were used to this; used to him doing as he pleased. But at least you weren’t treated entirely like an item. Sometimes he’d beg for you to reciprocate, often in his native tongue.

"Ne t'arrête pas, amour… kiss me..."

You did as he asked. Hesitantly, you opened your mouth to let Yves' tongue slide against yours. Your makeup began to smudge as he enveloped you with affection. He gripped the tape around your arms, seemingly trying to tear it off. You wiggled your hands to get them free.

You even tried to kiss Yves a bit more, hoping it would mean he would continue to help remove your restraints.

"No… no.." Yves pulled back. His mouth separated from yours with a slick pop; a string of saliva still connected you with him.

You wiped your mouth on your shoulder as Yves readjusted your restrained hands.

"We got off topic," Yves' accent got thicker with his labored breath. "Get back in place."

Your face was hot as you fixed yourself. The numbing in your fingers helped distract from Yves' lips and his saliva in your mouth. He picked up his camera and stepped back from you, covering his face. You could see from under his hand he was red.

Yves wiped his mouth and bent down to fix a bit of your smudged makeup with his finger. Standing back up, he readied his camera, calming his breath.

You did the same, trying to look away. The red paint on your skin began to itch again-- but it felt better to focus on that than the way Yves was eyeing you.

"Almost done…" Yves set the camera up to his eye, ready to snap another shot. "And after, we can go to bed."

You gulped at the sound of that.

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dollwritesarchive · 3 years

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pov billy takes out his anger on franks younger sister ????

oh.. oh jeepers this request got me right in the pussy. thank you so much for ruining my panties, nonnie. i’m probably going to explore this idea again and make it much darker, but i like what came out of it this time, even though it’s not as dark as it could be.

𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 | ᥇.᥅.

fandom marvel

featuring billy russo x castle!reader (f ; adopted)

rating NSFW / MINORS DNI / DARK FIC

content warning all smut, reader’s very drunk, dub con, facefucking, light choking, billy’s a big meanie, degradation, humiliation

summary frank finds out where you are, and who you’re with.

word count 1.3k / mini musing

attention don’t read if you’re not into dark fics (duh) because i’m not responsible for your media consumption and this fic contains dubious consensual sexual acts and abusive behavior. not proofread. reblog and give feedback.

“Where is she?”

Billy clicks the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and tilts his head back, grinning at the ceiling. “Lookin’ for someone, Frank? Now, who could be so special that Frank Castle, the mother fucking Punisher, is calling me sounding all kinds of frantic, huh? Someone important?”

“You know exactly who I’m talking about, Bill. Stop fucking around. Where’s my sister?”

chortling, Billy shakes his head, his palm patting lightly against the top of your head as he quirks a brow, gazing down at you but talking into the phone held close to his ear. “I’m gonna be honest, buddy, you really shouldn’t have let her out of your sight.”

he might’ve been pacing about the room if his fingers weren’t then buried deep within your tendrils, guiding yourself head to bob up and down as you took his manhood inch by inch into the warmth of your cavern. he smells like musky cologne and the Tennessee Honey the two of you had been drinking like water only two hours before, but it’s sickening how addictive his scent is. how intoxicating the aroma of his sex could be, and the taste of his desire in the form of sticky precum that glazes your tastebuds, rendering your brain utterly empty of anything except his cock in your mouth. your eyes are closed for the time being, and you quietly enjoy the motion he leads you into.

were you too drunk to protest, or had you lusted after your brother’s old army buddy for so long that you didn’t care if he was abusing you for spite, simply that you were being used by the man you wanted? you supposed, either way, it didn’t matter. you were where you were, and you weren’t exactly displeased to be there. seated upon your butt on the carpeted floor, cocktail dress bunched up around your waist— your panties had been discarded earlier in the night, when Billy had ambushed you in the girl’s restroom at the bar and taken you for the first time. the memory of his manhood ramming into you still so fresh that you could almost still taste yourself on him as you sucked.

you weren’t exactly bound, probably because you had no real chance of escape. the only control he needed over you was the leather belt that had once been stationed at his waist, was now cinched tight around your throat.

“She’s got nothing to do with this—“ Frank sounds more frantic now that he realizes Billy has you, by his standards that isn’t much, but for those that knew him (Billy and yourself), it was more than clear that he was nervous.

“Oh, I know,” Billy chuckles, his hand dripping to the makeshift leash around your neck, wrapping it around his fist twice. “I wasn’t gonna even bother her with our drama, what would she know of it, anyways, right? You don’t tell her shit. Like to keep her in the dark, but the thought never even crossed your mind that, well shit, maybe keeping secrets can backfire?”

“Billy—“

“—and I was walking home tonight, passing by a couple of haunts of mine, ya know,” he continues, as if Frank hadn’t even spoken. his grip tightens on the belt, and he urges you to take more, take him deeper, until his tip was grazing the back of your throat; you make a little sound, a pathetic whimper as your eyes flicker up at him, tears welling in the ducts. “And what do I see in the window? Babygirl sitting all by her lonesome at the bar in a little, black dress. So, I bought her a drink or two…” he trails off, smirking wickedly down at you. there’s a telltale twitch, a little scrunch of his nose as he hisses, “or three. Poor thing’s a lightweight, though. Could hardly stand up by herself by the time we left the bar.”

Frank growls, a warning, into the other line. “Swear to god, Bill, if you hurt her, I’ll fuckin’ kill ya.”

Billy raises a brow, looking down at you. he holds the phone out, addressing you for the first time since the phone call started, “You hear that, babygirl? Your brother says he’ll kill me. You don’t want that, do ya?”

you shake your head, drool oozing from the corners of your mouth as your head undulates erratically, your lips stretched tight around his girth. the barrier that stops the swollen tip of his tool from dipping into your throat is weak already. humming a hardly coherent ‘no’, you stare up at him with eyes just barely focusing.

“That’s what I thought. You wouldn’t want to make our girl sad, now would you, Frank?”

Frank must’ve chosen to ignore the our girl comment, but inside his blood must’ve boiled at the utterance. “Let me talk to her.”

“I’m afraid she can’t do that right now.”

“Why not?”

Billy chortles, and it’s a devious, deep rumbling in his chest that has you sucking even more fervently. “Because, she’s a polite little thing, and I’d bet she doesn’t talk with her mouth full.”

“You son of a—“

“Did you know she had a crush on me?” Billy keeps talking, ignoring the insults that Frank hurls at him on the other line, drowning out his threats, “told me herself, after she was nice and drunk. Told me she used to think about me all the time, and how badly she wanted me to fuck her.”

“You’re full of shit, Bill. Always have been.”

“Oh?” he asks, looking down at you amused, and holds the belt tight, dropping the phone parallel to your face. you peer up at him, cheeks hot with humiliation at the realization of his intention. the pressure of the belt on your throat has you following his lead, forced to break that barrier with a loud gag, but his length glides easily into the canal as your lips press flush the base, forehead smashed against his taut, lower abdomen. drool and tears mix into a sticky cocktail on your cheeks and drip off your chin. “Whaddya think, Frankie Boy, huh?” Billy grunts, but he’s grinning wickedly, ear to ear as he hollers over the sound of your choking, “Think she still likes me?”

Frank practically roars on the other line, a string of expletives and threats that only he could’ve concocted filling in the gaps between your gagging. you can hear Frank yelling your name from the phone, but he sounds much more far away, and far less important than Billy’s cock wearing your throat like a glove. “Are you okay?! Bill, if she’s hurt at all, I swear I’ll rip your fuckin’ heart out!”

Billy only howls with laughter, finally releasing the belt for you to slump back. his tip pops free of your lips and you sag back against the wall, gasping for the oxygen that burns your neglected lungs. “She’s fine, Frankie. Dick drunk as all hell, but she’s having loads of fun sucking her cum off my cock.” Billy tilts his head, dark eyes like two abysmal gems that you find it hard to look into, lest you be lost within them for all eternity. “What’s next, babygirl? How about I stretch that asshole out?”

“You let her go, and you do it now.”

“Not on your fuckin’ life, Frankie. She’s gonna be my live-in cocksleeve.” Billy snarls into the receiver. “I gotta tell ya, pal, your sister has a nice, tight set ‘a holes on her, and I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna bust every one of them wide, fuckin’ open. Shoulda done it years ago, but you know what? Breaking her in like a worthless, little bitch is gonna be so much fuckin’ sweeter knowing that you can’t do a damn thing to stop it.” for a moment, Billy looks down at you, tilts his head, and adds wickedly, “Tell ya what, since you’ll never find us anyway, I’ll send you some pretty pictures of her for ya. All used up and covered in my fucking cum.”

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commander-vas-normandy · 2 years

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okay bestie so i cannot get the thought out of my head of matt coming home extremely late one night from work and is disappointed because you’re most likely already asleep and he missed date night but when he gets home you are in fact asleep but still in your silky lingerie for him and he remembers that you told him before that he has your consent even when you’re asleep so he gently adjusts your position on his couch and you wake up by coming in his mouth 😵‍💫 sorry i’ll just go to horny jail rn byeeee

Jo I am going to scream and cry and kiss you for this because OOF - I am so sorry I have gotten carried away with this one. I couldn't help myself

Nyx's 100 Follower Sleepover!!

Matt figured he would be in the dog house when he got home. They had a big case that needed all of their attention at the office and by time he was finally able to leave it was well passed 11pm. He quietly entered the apartment, trying his best not to wake you when he didn't hear any sounds of movement. He put his things down at the door and walked into the living room to find you asleep on the couch. He just knew you had tried your best to stay awake to see him when he got home.

He approached your sleeping form, ready to carry you to bed when he stopped. He didn't recognize the cloth his fingers came into contact with. Carefully, he let his fingers explore your body and quickly had the realization that you were in a new silky lingerie set. You had gotten them specifically for tonight in hopes of surprising him. And whether you were aware or not, he was very pleasantly surprised.

It felt like a shame to let such a specially set go to waste. You had given him permission a multitude of times to take what he wanted from you while he slept. And while you had both been incredibly turned on at the thought, he had never taken you up on the offer. He quickly decided it was time to change that as his fingers ghosted over your form, circling your nipples lightly through the sheer material. You shifted slightly in your sleep, but your heartbeat and breathing stayed steady enough to signal you were still far from waking up on him.

Matt gently guided your legs apart in a way he could comfortably situate himself between your thighs. He ghosted his fingers over your smooth skin, followed by the lightest of kisses up each thigh. He could smell your arousal sinking in and he had to ignore the way his cock twitched in response. This was about you, not him.

He gently nudged the barely there material of your panties aside before lightly licking through your folds just enough to stir a quiet moan from you in your sleep. The first taste of you had him rutting against the couch for any friction he could get. You always teased him for the way he could get off from only eating you out.

He kept his motioned through your folds and around your clit short, trying his best to work you close to your peak long before you would wake up. But as your breathing began to pick up and you subconsciously moved your hips towards his tongue he knew he didn't have much longer. He picked up his pace on your clit and slipped a finger into your soaked lips, crooking it just so that it elicited the prettiest moan from your lips. You finally started to wake up at that. You cried out his name just as he finally pulled an orgasm from you with little effort. Your fingers threaded through his hair as canted your hips against his tongue, finally awake but still incredibly out of it.

You looked down in time to see Matt pull away from between your thighs with that smirk that melted you every time, lips glistening with your essence.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Couldn't help myself

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hunnybunnypr1ncess · 3 years

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Car sex with Sweet Pea | Scenario

Warnings: smut, steamy car windows (lol)

3rd Person POV

The night was cold and the light of the moon shined through your window. You couldn't sleep. It was Friday night and you were alone at home. Your parents were on some party and said that you should stay at home. And the good daughter you were, you stayed home. You looked at you ceiling and sighed. What should you do the whole night sleepless? Just as you thought about trying to sleep again, you heared some noises outside your window. Some wood cracked under someones feet and you stood up.

You looked outside the window and saw your boyfriend Sweet Pea. You grinned. You knew that Sweet Pea would come and get you, even if you told him, that your parents said you should stay at home.

"Hey princess. Should I come to your rescue?" Sweet Pea asked and smiled at his girlfriend. You didn't need to think twice. You searched for you jacket and shoes and put them on as fast as you could. You were still in your cheerleader uniform, but you had a little surprise for your boyfriend underneath. As ypu sat on your windowsill, you looked down and saw that Sweet Pea waited for you to jump. Your room wasn't that high up and you often jumped through the window, especially when you escape in the middle of the night so you could see your boyfriend. Sweet Pea catched you with open arms as you finally jumped through the open window. He held you like a princess in his arms, twirling you around. You laughed and pulled him down by his collar and kissed him passionately. The kiss got more and more heated. As Sweet Pea tried to push his tongue inside your mouth, you smiled in the kiss and pushed Sweets away. "Not now, Sweets. Let us go somewhere. The night is still young, right?": you said and jumped out of Sweet Peas grip. You loved to tease him and you knew what you were doing. He stood there, totally horny from the kiss, shaking his head and smiling. You were his death.

"Come princess, let us go." Sweet Pea took your hand and walked over to the car. You looked surprised at Sweet Pea. "Where did you get that car?": you asked and looked at the old car. "That's FP's car. He said I looked pissed and that I should get my girl, that my mood goes up. And well he was right. My mood is definitly...up.": he said with a grin and opened the co-driver door for you to get in the car.

As you got in the car, you intentionally bend a little more forward and Sweet Pea had a great sight on your lower back - you totally "forgot" to put on some panties. Sweet Pea took a deep breath and he could feel his dick grow harder and harder in his pants. "What do you think you are doing?" he asked as he pushed you finally inside the car. "Hey!": you screamed as Sweet Pea pushed you on the backseat and closed the door behind him. You two were in the car now, the moonlight shining through the windows. "Nothing "Hey". You know exactly what you are doing right? The kiss and everything. You should have stopped teasing me. Now you have to stand up for that." Sweet Pea grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer. Your short skirt started to rise up more and more and Sweet Pea could see that you were already wet for him.

"Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?": he grinned at you and he saw that your face were all shades of red. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to his crotch. You let out a small moan as you felt Sweet Peas hard member against your core. "You know that I can't resist you.": you whispered as you pulled him in for a kiss. Your tongue explored his mouth and faught for dominance, but like always you lost. Sweet Pea let his tongue slide inside your mouth and his hands start to wander down your breasts. With soft touches he started to knead you breast through your shirt. A load moan escaped your lungs.

He layed you down softly on the old leather seats. He pushed your legs apart and his hands started to knead your thighs. You moaned in Sweet Peas mouth and his hand went under your skirt. He could feel your wet core and his fingers brushed softly against your clit. You tried to close your legs but Sweets held you in place. "You can't escape. You know that.": Sweet Pea whispered in your ear and licked on your neck. He started sucking and licking on the delicate skin and left some hickeys on his way down to your breasts. He kissed a trail down between your breasts and played with your nipples. He twirled the hard nubs between his fingers. Your moans started to get louder and louder.

He tried to push you back a little as he heard a loud bang, followed by a loud "Ouch!" from you.

"Oh. Sorry, baby. Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies.": Sweets laughed and kissed you on your head, that you just hitted on the car frame. He sat you up, his face between your legs. He started licking and sucking on your throbbing clit. Your fingers clawed on his hair as you pulled him closer to your core.

He pushed two fingers into your throbbing core. As he curled his fingers just right, you started to ride his face, trying to get as much friction as you could. A small "Fuck" escaped your mouth. Just as you were about to come, Sweets stopped and with a loud "Plop" his lips seperated from your clit.

Sweet Pea started fumbeling with his pants as you were lying in front of him, waiting for his cock. "Please-": you managed to say between moans. As his throbbing member jumped free, he didn't lose any time before pushing himself into your wet core.

Your nails digged into his jacket and you threw her head back in ecstasy. He started to move in and out of you with a fast pace. You were so close to coming. Sweet Peas hands wraped around your neck and he lightly started chocking you. As he sped up his pace and squeezed your throat harder, your walls started to clench down even harder. With a load moan you came. You threw her head back, riding out your orgasm. With a few more thrusts Sweets followed and came soon after. He released his seed inside your hot core. His fingers started to caress your back, as you slowly calmed down from your high.

"Fuck. This was amazing.": he said between his fast breaths. "If FP will find this out, he will kill both of us.": he said as he kissed your lips.

Thank you so much for your request. I really hope you liked it. This is my first scenario after 2 years, I hope it isn't that bad. xoxo Belle

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jarofstyles · 3 years

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Feeling kinda h word and I can't stop thinking about Harry playing with his lovie's pussy like caressing her lips and rubbing her clit here and there while they're watching a movie or reading and it's just so casual 😩 I'd die if you guys would write something based on this

Well… what a scene!

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Harry had a problem.

Well, it wasn’t necessarily a problem considering it wasn’t causing too many issues. But to put it simply; he couldn’t keep his hands off of his girl.

It had started simple enough when the relationship had begun. He had always a touchy person, even when he was younger and it only got more intense as he aged. His girlfriends or boyfriends sometimes complained about it, funnily enough. He was described as clingy and maybe a bit smothering, and add into it a sexual attraction? He was relentless.

When Y/N came into his life though, he found his match. She never complained. Leaning into his touch and taking his hand first, making her home on his lap before he had to pull her into it. There was an unspoken agreement and he was thriving, flourishing with all his needs for touch being met. As time went on though, it started to get a lot less wholesome.

Sex between the pair was electric. They had it often and they experimented a lot, but Harry found that his main issue was the fact he couldn’t stop sliding his hands into her clothes. While she made dinner, he would come up behind her and slide his hands up the tee shirt she wore, cupping her bare breasts in his large palms. Feeling the soft, plush flesh against his skin and enjoying simply holding them, or thumbing over her nipples. Her head would fall on to his shoulder and try to continue cooking, letting him get his fill of touch.

A night like tonight was not uncommon. Y/N perched in his lap as they sat in the couch, her thighs hanging over his as she spread herself out. Her head rested against the crook of his neck, the TV playing some sitcom that they only half paid attention to. Wearing one of Harry’s shirts and a pair of silky sleep shorts was perhaps a set up. But it didn’t stop him from shamelessly cupping his hand over the mound, kissing the side of her head as he held it for a few moments.

Both of them knew what was going to happen, so it wasn’t a surprise to have Harry’s hands inside the shorts, fingers exploring her cunt. Gently pressing the lips together between his fingers and feeling how soft they were. The stickiness of her newfound arousal covering his fingers and palm, there was no shame in it at all. Just exploring the sensitive part of her, feeling her, unable to tear his hand away for longer than it took to sink the messy digits into his own mouth to suck them clean.

Her eyes watched his hand under the fabric, seeing the imprint of his rings as the methodically rubbed over the slit. The sight was way more erotic to her than anyone else could realize. His hand was warm, and he was relentless when he felt like he wanted to touch. It had been nearly half an hour of this, and he wasn’t even trying to tease. He was just enjoying himself.

At the opening credits for the second episode, his fingers finally settled on her clit. The bud now throbbing under the fingertips, he let out a breathy laugh as he smeared her arousal around it, lips pressing to her cheek. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t realize I made you so needy.” His lips puckered against her warm skin, rubbing in slow, steady circles. Her eyes fluttering closed as her hand grabbed his free one, tangling their fingers.

“So sweet to me. Letting me touch and play with your precious little pussy, angel. Such an peach.” He cooed, ever so gently pinching the bud between his fingertips and making her gasp. “Always so sensitive for me. M’so lucky, got the most perfect angel in the world. M’gonna make you feel good now, yeah? Were so good and patient.”

Y/N loved his touch. It had the power set her on fire and soothe all at once, a combination she hadn’t experienced and was positive she wouldn’t find again. She was going to keep him. His slightly calloused fingers rubbing her clit and his warm breath against her neck sent her into another headspace.

“Love your hands, so much. I love you. Never stop this.” She turned her head to kiss him, firmly pressing her lips against his. She could feel his smile against her mouth, the pleasure he had in making her feel so breathless evident in it.

“Never want to stop, my darling. You make me so happy… m’addicted to touching you. Never want anything else. Just your noises, your taste, your feel… only you.” He wouldn’t ever let her go if he had the chance. He had won the soulmate lottery and he could scream it from the rooftops.

The tv was on low and the sound was in the background, the main focus being their sweet whispers and the filthy sound of his fingers rubbing her wet pussy. The fingers were experts now in how to get her drenched, the lilac sleep shirts a bit see through now at the girl’s arousal. Her little whimpers against his mouth clued him in to her impending orgasm, her legs trying to close around his hand but he simply didn’t let that happen.

“Uh uh. You know how to do it. Know how I like you to cum.” He trailed his lips against her jaw again. “I can feel how close you are. Feels so good having my hands on your pretty cunt, I know. Almost too much, isn’t that right?” Her nod of agreement and breathing becoming labored made him smirk. “Yeah, my poor darling. So close, so close to cumming all over my fingers. You’ll clean my hand up this time, I think. Even the rings.” He nuzzled against her, pressing down a bit more firm on her clit and rubbing in faster circles.

“Oh- oh…. Harry…” she gasped, squeezing his hand as her hips bucked into his hand. That pressure in her stomach was building, building, being teased so long making her greedy for it. The pressure of his fingers changing is what sent her over the edge. “M’gonna- I’m….” She sobbed, throwing her head back as the pressure popped, orgasm pouring over and washing over her body like hot hot water. Her head thrown back on his chest, hips writhing in his lap, only anchored by his hold.

“Tha’s it. My beautiful girl, look so gorgeous when y’cum for me. Let go, lovie.” He slurred into her ear, the increase in arousal making his fingers even more slippery. He got drunk off of her pleasure too, feeling his body greedily absorb all of the thrashing and sobbed moans as he worked her through it. Nothing was more satisfying than bringing his lover to a sweet release, being the cause of the bubble of pleasure popping and pure euphoria washing over her. Harry was so greedy for it, he didn’t want to stop.

Her trembling body sagged in his arms, her hand moving from where it gripped his thigh to the wrist of the hand still on her cunt, sensitivity making her shudder. But when she tried to pull his hand away, he wouldn’t budge.

“Mm… no. I think you can handle one more.”

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envirae · 3 years

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❝ just like me ❞ - nishimura riki

SUMMARY: a new trainee manages to catch Riki's eye

PAIRING(S): nishimura riki x fem!trainee!reader

GENRE: fluff, idol au, tiny angst if you squint

WARNINGS: homesickness, pining, very very slight jealousy, usage of the word “die” once, reader is implied as a foreigner

WORD COUNT: 2k

NISHIMURA RIKI WAS A BUSY KID.

Perhaps a little too busy for someone so young, but he was content. Since leaving his hometown at just 13, he had to grow up a lot faster than he should have. He had been given the choice of his childhood or his dream, and he ultimately chose the latter.

So although he loved his job as an idol, he couldn’t ignore the undeniable loneliness he sometimes felt.

Everything was on a tight schedule for Riki. He liked organization. He liked consistency. All his decisions were made for him, so it was comforting when he at least knew what to expect.

Riki had been practicing for hours, finally deciding for a break. His members had all gone for their lunch break, leaving Riki to practice more as per his request. He leaves his phone in the practice room, hoping to get away from any and all distractions. He steps outside for a breather, as his mind spurs itself on with all sorts of absurdities.

Somewhere along the commotion in his own mind, he started wandering around the company building. He was in a wing he’d never been in before, and despite logic telling him to go back, he kept walking.

He could hear faint music playing in the background, quickly recognizing it as “Drunk-Dazed.” Like a moth to light, he follows the song, trying to figure out who in their building would be playing his song, out of all the choices.

He peeks into the practice room, finding a few girls practicing the choreography. Seeing as how he’d never seen them before, he knew they must have been the new trainees. He observed them with a light smile on his face, feeling prideful to see them practicing to his song.

One trainee in particular had stood out to him, catching his attention throughout the performance. The way she danced was so clean and perfected, she had to have been dancing for years.

She was really good, maybe even better than him. Hell, if it were up to him, Riki would have said she was ready to debut. She was truly remarkable, and would definitely become an essential asset to whatever group she would debut in.

He spied on the girls for a few more minutes, before his attention was pulled away.

“Riki! Where have you been?” He snapped his head around to see Jay, quickly closing the door of the practice room. “We’ve been looking all over for you, why are you even here?”

He shrugs it off, deciding to follow Jay back to their practice room. “Just exploring.” Jay’s not convinced, but shrugs it off.

The next few days go by much the same, Riki sneaking off during a break to go and watch, trying his best to be discreet.

He’d lost track of time earlier while practicing, so he got slightly worried that you wouldn’t still be practicing at the late hour. When he got there, however, it was just you, as he assumed all the other trainees had gone home by now. You were similar to him, working hard, even after everyone else had left. It seems he knows you so well, even without ever speaking to you.

Mesmerized by your outstanding performance, he loses his alertness when he accidentally trips over a wire, cutting out the music. You turn towards the loud noise, eyes widening when you see your senior in front of you. “선배! Sorry, did you need the practice room?”

He shakes his head, suddenly getting flustered. “No! I just- I was watching you practice.” He bashfully admits, the tips of his ears blushing deep red. “You’re really good.”

You’ve both been reduced to a blushing mess, unsure of how to respond. I mean, you’re just a trainee, in front of a global star. Who wouldn’t be nervous? “Thank you! I’m still getting used to everything here, so I’m still not too sure.”

His expression lights up a bit, and his expression softens. You really were just like him, far from home but trying your best. “I’m being serious, you’ve got talent. You remind me of me as a trainee.” You simply nod, a large smile forming on your face. He checks his watch, muttering when he sees the time. “I’ll go now, but keep up the good work. I’ll be rooting for you!”

When he finally leaves, he wears a wide grin the entire way home.

Over time, he got more comfortable talking to you. You’re both still a bit bashful around each other, but neither of you seem to mind. The short conversations near the end of the day turned into long talks, and visiting each other, even mid-day while you both were practicing. He had even had the courage to give you his number, which resulted in long text conversations and even a few facetimes.

He enjoyed being around you, since you didn’t view him as an idol, you just viewed him as Riki. He was so far from home, but you gave him some comfort. Maybe this isn’t so bad, he thought.

Unfortunately though, his other members aren’t as clueless as he thinks. Although they’ve managed to keep hush about their observations, Jake just can’t seem to keep his mouth shut during dinner one day. “So who is she ?” He suddenly asks, a knowing smile on his face.

The other members laugh slightly, and Riki’s a little taken aback, but he treads carefully. “What are you talking about?”

Sunghoon lets out a weak chuckle, earning a light hit on the head from Jay. “The girl you’re always talking too. During practice, after we’ve all left, calling her at night, you’re pretty damn loud, by the way” Jake continues, raising a brow.

“Y/N?” He questions, eyes widening. How did they know about her? “She’s just a friend!” He’s desperately trying to defend himself, but none of them seem to really buy it. “Why are you guys looking at me like that?”

“She’s pretty,” Sunoo starts, making Riki pout slightly. “I’ve seen her and her friends dance, she’s pretty good.”

“She’s really good. I think she’s debut ready.” Riki corrects, suddenly getting defensive over his friend.

“Debut ready? Didn’t she just join the company?” Jungwon laughs out, flustering Riki. “I agree with Sunoo though, she’s pretty.”

“Yeah, but, she’s been dancing since she was 5. Her singing and rapping are also really impressive, and like you said, her visuals are no joke. She’s seriously an all-rounder.” His fellow members simply laugh at his enthusiasm, embarrassing Riki once more.

“So do you like her?” Heeseung asks, a wry smile on his face.

Riki simply huffs as he gets up from the table, putting his dish in the sink. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

During the next few weeks, Riki had truly become your best friend. You didn’t think anybody could ever get you the way he did, and there was never a dull moment with him.

When you were upset about your instructor scolding you, he took you out for bungeoppang (which was the day you learned you both had the same favorite food.) Or when you wanted to talk about your new favorite book, he simply listened to you talk intently, and even though he wasn’t a big reader, he asked for your copy of the book, just so he could read it and see your little annotations. He finished the book within a week, by the way.

You’d called and told him you were feeling homesick, so he invited you to his dorm and said he would (attempt to) cook your favorite foods. “But won’t your members be there? I don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Nah, they went out today. We had an off day, so they all went to see their friends and family.” You nodded when you realized Riki couldn’t visit his family either, pitying him.

“Okay, I’ll be there soon.”

You should have known not to trust Riki in the kitchen, especially after seeing his failed bungeoppang attempt. You've seen all the ENHYPEN&HI episodes, but you’d never admit that to his face.

So here you were, standing in the kitchen, a bunch of ingredients scattered all over the place. “How did you even manage to drop the pan?” You ask, a frustrated sigh coming out.

“It was hot!” He quickly defends, putting his hands up.

“It’s a pan, Riki! Of course it’s hot!” You shoot back, knitting your brows together as you hit his arm lightly. Damn, how could you be so cute, even when you’re so mad?

His plan was to finish up hours ago, eat with you and eventually send you home. However, due to his cooking skills, or lack thereof, you took much longer than expected. Now slightly frustrated, you huff before walking into the bathroom to clean yourself off.

And just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, he hears the sound of a door opening and loud footsteps, signaling his members' return. Shit.

“Riki?” He hears Sunghoon call out from down the hall, going into slight panic mode as he knows Jay would flip if he saw his youngest member in the midst of all this.

When Jungwon pops his head into the kitchen to see Riki there, he lets out an audible gasp. “What the hell happened?!”

The sight isn’t a pretty one, Riki is covered in flour and there’s a bunch of stray ingredients on the floor. The other members quickly follow Jungwon in, similar noises of surprise being let out. He hopes and prays that you can take the hint and somehow sneak out before the others see you.

“You see, I was cooking, and then...I dropped it.” He bashfully admits.

“And the flour?” Sunoo asks, as Riki desperately tries to swerve away from the fact that him dropping the pan caused you to slip, resulting in spilling the bag of flour all over both him and yourself.

“That’s not important right now.” He asserts, still trying to clean himself up. Jay looks like he’s about to burst, huffing loudly as he observes Riki.

“Why didn’t you just order food? Is there a girl you’re trying to impress or something? Because cooking is not the way to do it” He scolds, going over to help him.

“It’s probably that trainee girl he likes.” Heeseung laughs, unaware that you’re barely a few feet down. Despite having 7 musicians in one house, those walls are not soundproof.

Riki begins blushing a deep red, unsure of how to defend himself. He can’t deny it, considering you could hear and get the wrong idea. But he can’t admit to it, because then he’d die of embarrassment.

“...You like me?” You coyly stammered, peeking out from the wall you were hiding behind. His members all turn to face you, startled by your presence. Heeseung is the most embarrassed of them all, sending an apologetic look towards Riki.

Riki, flustered out of his mind, can only nod in response. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

His members are watching intently, waiting to see your reaction. “Well, I like you too, Riki.” You admit, a small smile forming on your face.

He’s unable to hide the wide grin on his face, going to embrace you tightly. You’d forgotten all about the others until you hear his members laughing behind you, making both of you flustered.

“So Riki…” Jake starts, a teasing smile on his face. “Wanna formally introduce us?”

He’s still a bit embarrassed, but ultimately swallows his pride as he puts his hand around your waist.

“Guys, this is Y/N.” He starts, “My girlfriend.”

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alycosworld · 3 years

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Tainted

Scaramouche X Reader

WARNING: mentions of (nearly) sexual assault

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A/N: I seem to have more angst/comfort ideas for genshin but I'm not sure why...also, I'm on holiday in a foreign country! I have no work and I'll probably spend all my nights on Tumblr after exploring the city in the day, so please please please send in some requests! I'm bored and although they might take some time, they might help me get back into writing more regularly. I'm pretty sure this is gender neutral but if I made a mistake, feel free to tell me. This has NOT been checked for any errors (I'll get around to it at some point).

I'm not sure if Scaramouche is ooc, since he doesn't say anything that nice in the game or in any official works, but I definitely think he has the capacity for it. And I like soft Scar <3.

If at any point you feel uncomfortable, PLEASE DO NOT READ ON. I felt a little icky after writing the assault bit so do not force yourself to read any further or read at all. I do not want to make anyone reading this unhappy. Any victims of sexual assault or harassment, I hope you heal

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Keep walking. Just keep walking. Get home as fast as possible.

Avoid dark spots, avoid all people, avoid secluded areas. Just get home now.

That's what you told yourself after it happened. Archons, you didn't even know how you should feel. Ashamed? Angry? Disgusted? Upset? Confused? Afraid? The amalgamation of these emotions just made everything worse. You felt sick to your stomach. You wanted to cry and scream and vomit and disappear all at the same time.

You felt like you were covered in grime and you don't even know how you managed to get away. You should've done something, anything! But in the moment, you couldn't.

Your day had started normally. You went to the Adventurer's Guild in Inazuma, doing your commissions and taking up a few extra quests to help people out. Even though you were walking home later than normal, you didn't think much of it. Until somehow, you lost your way. In the dark, things became a little more vague and confusing, so you ended up taking a left and ending up in a dark alleyway between two dimly lit buildings.

You walked through, lost in your own thoughts, until you heard some chuckling and some incoherent remarks made by someone exiting one of the buildings out a back door and into the alleyway.

Glancing up, you saw that the person was a man - quite tall and well built with flushed cheeks: he was clearly not sober. You paid him no mind, staring at the ground as you continue to walk, determined to get home to see your boyfriend, Scaramouche. Though he wasn't one to worry, knowing that you could handle yourself, you did want to see him as soon as possible.

"Well, what do we have here?" The man asked, and you looked up at him again, tilting your head in confusion but staying silent.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" He asked, a suspicious smirk on his face.

"I'm going home." You said firmly, not wanting to give him any ideas.

"Oh? A handsome young thing like you, going home all by themselves? Let me walk you, I promise I don't bite." He continued, clearly not getting the hint.

"I'm alright, but thank you for the off--"

"Stop being such a fucking tease! Wearing an outfit like that, you're begging for it." He pinned you against the wall despite your attempt to politely refuse any moves he tried to make. He caught your arms above your head and harshly shoved one of his legs between yours.

"Don't like to me, hon, you know you want this." He whispered huskily. You had fought countless hilichurls, abyss mages and monsters far more intimidating and dangerous than that man that day, but you couldn't seem to move. All you could manage was a fearful 'please, don't do this'. Struggling was futile, for some reason you couldn't escape his grasp. You had fought beasts ten times this man's size but violating you like this? It made you break.

He gripped you harshly and even managed to kiss your neck a couple times, making the tears stream down your face uncontrollably, until he heard some voices. You recognised them immediately: members of the Adventurer's Guild. He must be known it too because he stopped as soon as he heard, offering you a sickening grin and scuttling away before you could react.

"We'll finish this some other time, sweetheart. I promise."

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You didn't get any help from the Adventurer's Guild members who you heard, instead opting to rush home as soon as possible, trying to figure out what to do next.

The only solution in your mind was to crawl into your lover's arms and tell him what had happened. You didn't want anyone else to know - you know you could trust Scaramouche and you knew he would help you.

But he didn't.

You got home and wiped your tears before entering the house, hoping to look somewhat presentable despite having experienced such an impactful event. You dropped your belongings carelessly, not flinging at the loud sound they made as they hit the floor. You immediately made your way to the guest room Scaramouche had turned into an office of sorts, for him to work on Fatui business. The bedroom door was open and empty and he was nowhere to be found on the first floor, so that was the only other place he could've been. You were relieved to see him sitting at the desk, deep in thought with some maps and other sheets of paper laid out in front of him.

"Scar, I--"

"Not now, (Y/N), I'm busy." He said hot even bothering to look up at your frazzled and shattered state.

"I know but, please, Scar. While I was--"

"If you know that I'm busy, why enter in the first place? I'm working. Leave me alone." He said harshly. You didn't say anything, instead opting to nod silently and close the door. Since this was the first time you had experienced this pain and discomfort from being touched and defiled in such a way, you decided that maybe you should put it aside. After all, maybe it was something so jarring. Maybe it didn't matter. Maybe Scaramouche's nonchalance was justified. In a twisted way, you blamed yourself for overreacting and decided to just forget about the incident. If it didn't mean enough for Scaramouche to even look at you, it clearly wasn't something worth fretting over. You were just exaggerating, right?

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You tried you absolute hardest not to let the incident bother you, but you unknowingly started changing your habits to prevent what had occurred from happening to you again.

"Wearing an outfit like that, you're begging for it..."

You started wearing less revealing clothing, going as far as wearing gloves at some point and covering your neck with collars and scarves through the hot weather.

"We'll finish this some other time, sweetheart. I promise."

Initially, you just avoided dark or secluded places, even when you were with other people, but eventually, you were too scared to leave home at all. You didn't leave the confines of your small garden and if someone passed by, you would quickly hide yourself away. When Scaramouche had unknown guests and colleagues over, you would hide in your bedroom and make him promise not to mention you or acknowledge your existence in the slightest.

You even started taking longer showers and refused to bathe with Scaramouche, confusing him since you used to enjoy it so much. But you wouldn't let him see you in such a vulnerable state now that you were contaminated. You didn't want him to know that you had been tarnished in such a vulgar way, and you spent long moments scrubbing at the parts the stranger had touched. You were worried that Scaramouche would blame you for being assaulted - because in a sick way you thought it was your fault, despite having been nothing wrong. You had twisted the story in your mind to make it seem like you were responsible for the crime committed against you.

Eventually, Childe had to visit for business purposes, but you had become good friends with the eleventh Fatui Harbinger since he was friends with-- well, he and Scaramouche had a relationship, to say the least.

"So where's (Y/N)? Normally they're all over you and making you as embarrassed at possible." Childs grinned, and Scaramouche just frowned and narrowed his eyes.

"They're in our room. They don't really want to see anyone right now." Scaramouche said. Even though you told him not to mention you anymore, since you were so hellbent on avoiding all human interaction, he thought it would be okay to tell Childe. He was your friend too, after all.

"Is something wrong? What happened?" Childe asked, concern in his eyes.

"I don't know. They've been avoiding everyone, including me. They barely talk to me and insist on sleeping downstairs." Scaramouche confessed.

"Let me talk to them."

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Childe exited your room after hearing what to had to say, and he was disturbed and sympathetic, at the very least. Scaramouche saw his wide-eyed, grim expression when he exited the room and immediately had questions.

"What?" Scaramouche asked.

"I'll come back tomorrow to continue our work." Childs said, referring to the business he originally came for.

"But we have to--"

"Scar?" Scaramouche stopped all his trains of thought and turned to the sound of your voice. It was hoarse but still as beautiful as ever. He knew you had been crying from your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"I think you have other matters to take care of." Childe winked, before giving Scaramouche an informal two-fingered salute and showing himself out.

As soon as the door closed, Scaramouche turned his attention to you, not coming too close in case you didn't want to be near him.

"Yes, Love?" He asked, more concerned than you had ever seen him.

"Can I talk to you? If you're busy, that's okay, it's not that impor--"

"I'm not busy." He shook his head, and you offered him a sad and grateful smile before sitting on the edge of the bed while he took a seat on a nearby chair.

"So, uhm, a couple of days ago I was walking home and I kind of got lost...so I tried taking this alleyway and--" You stopped yourself, meeting Scaramouche's attentive gaze before continuing.

"There was a guy. And he-- he t-touched me. I-- I didn't know what to do. I could've easily fought back but I just got scared and froze up because that's never happened to me before and he kept saying that I wanted him-- but I didn't! I swear, I didn't. I know it sounds bad since I didn't stop him but I really tried, I just couldn't. And he started k-kissing me...here," You gestured to the spots on your neck that you could still feel being violated.

"And I felt so horrible and he didn't go any further because some people were coming, so I ran home. I-I...I didn't know what to do but I felt like I should tell you because I thought you would help me, but you said you were busy so I just-- It-tried to brush it off but I just couldn't get it out of my head! And before I got away, he told me that he'd come back and finish me off and so I didn't want to go outside anymore in case I ran into him. And I started to cover up since he said I was asking for it because of what I was wearing and then I just got scared and I felt dirty. I tried so hard to forget and clean myself but it kept coming back-- I can still feel him on me! I hated it, I still hated it! You have to believe me, I wasn't trying to get him to notice me, I just..." You broke down after finishing what you had to say. You had already been crying since you told Childe, but now you were choking out sobs and your face was drenched. Scaramouche stood up from his chair and sat next to you on the bed, a safe distance away just in case you still weren't comfortable with being touched.

"I believe you. I know you're not like that." Scarsmocuhe started calmly. In all honesty, he wanted to interrupt you as soon as you said that this man approached you. His blood was boiling and he was ready to murder this man for you but kept himself in check because you didn't need senseless violence or revenge right now, you needed comfort. What hurt him the most was that you were blaming yourself because he didn't bother listening to what you had to say on what was probably the worst day of your life.

"It's not your fault you were touched like that. You are not to blame, at all. I-- I should've listened to you when you came to me - as soon as I turned you say I thought something was wrong but I didn't bother asking about it. That's entirely my fault." He admitted, which surprised you. It took Scaramouche a lot to admit his mistakes, but for you? He didn't care. You constantly put up with his sour attitude, he can definitely listen to you and admit he was wrong.

"You sure? Because I still--"

"I'm sure." He said simply.

"But why did you start avoiding me?" He asked, wanting to understand the situation entirely.

"Well, because..." You started, unsure if he would get angry if you told him. While you were contemplating, he offered you an encouraging expression. It wasn't a smile, but it was more than enough to put you at ease.

"I didn't want you to think I was tainted. Of course, you wouldn't want to be near me after that had happened." You sighed, wiping up the last of your tears.

"You really are an idiot, you know?" He said, but after seeing the clueless and almost hurt look on your face, he immediately wanted to take it back. He didn't mean to be insensitive, he just...well, he often explained positive emotions with his very wide negative vocabulary.

"No, I didn't-- uhm..." He mentally cursed himself for not knowing what to say, but you didn't interrupt him and made a small gesture for him to keep going.

"What I mean to say was, I don't think that you're tainted or anything like that. And I still...want to be...near you-- eugh!" He pretended to be grossed out at his own words in true Scaramouche fashion, but he knew you knew he didn't really mean it and was beyond delighted when he saw you giggle at his facial expression.

He sighed and acted angry as he opened his arms ever so slightly. You noticed the movement and quirked an eyebrow when he hesitated.

"Is it okay if I come closer?" Scaramouche asked, unsure if you wanted to be touched after the incident.

Your heart swelled at his care and then you slowly watched as he stiffly wrapped his arms around you comfortingly. Although you had hugged and cuddled on countless occasions, he still wouldn't stop being so robotic unless you did something. It made you laugh and he pulled away slightly to glare at you, so you decided to just pull him back in and hug back.

And when you relished in the touch of another human being, the touch of the person you love, you began to cry. The last time anyone willingly touched you was in that alleyway, and so to have someone be so gentle with you and have no bad intentions, you were overwhelmed with emotion.

Scaramouche must've felt your tears staining his clothing and skin, and quickly pulled away with poorly hidden concern in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked, but you just continued to sob and nod.

"I love you!" You choked out. He sighed and gently patted your back.

"I...love you too." He said, before making another expression of mock disgust. He slowly moved to hold both your wrists in his hand and kiss down to your neck, pulling you into his lap with your legs straddling one of his.

You soon realised that he was covering up the placed the stranger had touched you with his own ministrations, effectively replacing the grime you felt you gained after the incident. After you came to that conclusion and Scaramouche was done, he didn't meet your eye, blushing profusely. It was justified since he didn't usually initiate any kind of affection acts, but you just cupped his jaw and kissed his cheek, smiiling at him with purity and a newfound confidence in the both of you.

"Thank you, Scar."

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prettierthanurbf · 3 years

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So What?

Y/n walked down the halls to find her best friend, getting the overwhelming feeling she’d be stuck walking into class alone, when she finally bumped into someone she knew. “Oh, great.” She mumbled irritably.

He turned around with a grin. “Well, hello, y/n.”

She rolled her eyes at his cocky grin. “Where’s your brother?”

The question just made his grin grow wider, making your patience even thinner. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teased.

She let her eyes wander around the halls to avoid eye contact when her eyes landed on him, sighing in relief, she pushed past his brother and hurried off to Tom. “Hey.” She said happily.

He looked up from his book. “Nice of you to wake up early for once.” He teased.

She laughed. “My parents are going to cut me off if I miss school to sleep in.” She explained.

He looked over her head, his eyes stopping on something that made his eyebrows furrow. “Mattheo’s staring at you again.” He whispered.

She quickly spun around to meet Mattheo’s eyes, turning back around so quick she almost fell over.

Tom helped her stand. “You alright?” He asked concerned.

She put a hand to her head. “I swear if he hexed me I’ll burn the little bastard.”

Tom chuckled. “Now I might just help you with that.”

Before y/n could say anything else, the teacher opened the doors for everyone in the class to walk in.

The whole class was a blur, mostly because y/n was asleep through half of it and hurrying to copy off of To ‘a notes during the other half, paying no attention to the teacher whatsoever.

Tom had to talk to one of his teachers before the next class started, which left y/n waiting outside on a bench alone with a book until class started.

Mattheo, who had grown bored of his friend group, walked off to bug y/n, sliding onto the bench and taking the spot a little too close to y/n.

She didn’t glance up from her book or move. “What?” She asked calmly.

He raised a brow. “No snarky comment? Hm.” He hummed. “Are you feeling alright?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Mattheo?”

“Ah, there’s the tone I was looking for.” He grinned. “What’re you reading?”

She clicked her tongue. “You could check the cover, you know.”

He shrugged. “It would sound so much better coming from your lips than mine.”

She shut her book, her finger holding the page she was on, snapping her head to look at him. “What do you want, Mattheo?” She repeated, this time a little less calm.

He smirked. “Maybe I want to help with your anger issues.”

“Maybe you should work on yours first.” She said back.

He laughed. “We could work on it together.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’d rather burn. Over and over. For eternity.”

He shrugged. “I could make it worth your while.”

She raised a brow. “What’s your angle, Riddle?”

He looked away with a small grin. “There’s no angle. I just think we could help each other out.”

“Have fun finding someone for that because I’m not your girl.” She slipped a small piece of paper into her book before getting up.

“But you could be.” Mattheo mumbled, but y/n had already walked off with all her things.

His shoulders slumped. “Great.”

Tom walked over to him laughing. “Did you seriously think whatever you were planning would work?”

Mattheo scowled at his brother. “It’s not like you’ve tried getting with her. Why is she so difficult.”

“She’s not into like that.” Tom said in a ‘duh’ tone.

Mattheo scoffed. “All the girls are into me like that.”

Tom shook his head and laughed a little more. “Not the one you like like that.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t like her like that, Tommy.”

“Then stop going after her, because I swear on my life and hers I will make yours a living hell if you break her heart or mess around with her for kicks. Got it?” Tom said sternly.

Mattheo put his hands up, a familiar teasing grin growing on his face. “It’s not that deep, brother.” And with that he walked off, another grinning glance at Tom before going straight ahead to see if he could find y/n.

He didn’t see her until school was over, when the clouds were making weird shapes up and the colors were changing from the sun going down, the black lake always looked prettiest at this time of day, which is why Mattheo chose to walk alongside it, also in hopes he’d find a weird creature in the water and draw it.

He came across y/n when he was walking back to the school, she was laying on her back, her head rested on her book bag, with a different book in her hands than she was reading hours prior. He walked over to her confidently.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

She sighed. “What?”

He sat down beside her. “So this is what you do after school?”

She rolled her eyes. “Quidditch practice was canceled today.”

He nodded. “Totally forgot you were on the team.”

She glanced at him. “Is there any reason you’re here or what?”

He shrugged. “Just wanted to know how you were doing.”

She pulled a piece of paper put of her robe, handing it to Mattheo without looking away from her book. “You read that and tell me how you think I’m feeling.”

His eyes scanned over the paper. “An animagus? Seriously?”

She shrugged. “Now I’ve got to wait for my uncle Newt to come down here and talk to me about everything.”

Mattheo handed the paper back. “So you can’t go home?”

She shook her head. “Apparently my brothers tore up the place pretty bad and they’re trying to get it under control.”

“So why don’t you just stay with me and Tom?”

She snorted. “Because it’s you and Tom. I swear both of you don’t know how to not argue, especially when you’re trying to do something ‘important’.”

Matthe scoffed. “We do not!”

She raised a brow. “So we’re just gonna play that game now?”

He shrugged. “I mean…”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re an idiot if you think you don’t argue with your brother a lot.”

“Just stay with us.” It came out more as a plead than a suggestion, which was not Mattheo’s intention at all.

Y/n laughed. “Beg me.” She joked.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, ha ha, very funny.” He said sarcastically. “Just stay with us.”

She glanced at him from her book. “If I do will you go away?”

“Maybe.” He said.

She shrugged. “Fine. Just let your brother know so it’s not a surprise or anything.”

“Okay.” Mattheo got up. “Did you finish the other book?” He asked, stopping himself from running off to find his brother so he could talk to y/n some more.

She looked up at him. “Yes. I had most of my classes to read through it.”

“How long have you had this one?”

“Since lunch. Why?”

He grinned. “No reason, no reason.”

“Why?” She repeated, this time sternly.

Mattheo looked down at her. “You’ll find out.” He winked at her before running off to find Tom.

When Spring break rolled around, y/n, Tom, and Mattheo went to Tom and Mattheo’s mansion they inherited when their dad mysteriously passed away.

Y/n explored a little since it was a bit of an upgrade from where the Riddle brothers were staying when she last stayed with them.

She stepped into a dark ish bedroom with lots of books. She walked over to the blinds and pushed them open so she could get a better look in the room.

“I usually like the curtains closed.” Mattheo said, scaring the shit out of y/n.

She turned to him with a hand over her heart. “Warn a girl next time, Mattheo!”

He laughed. “Sorry, sorry.”

She continued to look around. “You know, your room is the darkest one in this whole house. And the most gloomy.” Her eyes landed on the bookshelves. “Except for the books. They’re gorgeous.”

He chuckled. “You can go ahead and take some if you want. I’ve read all of them so I don’t really care.”

She raised a brow before laughing. “You’ve read all these? Like actually, actually? You’re not screwing with me?”

He shook his head. “Is that a surprise?”

“Yes! In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you open a book.”

“You don’t spend any time in the library.” He stated. “That’s where I am during my free time.”

“When you’re not walking around the lake.” She said.

He laughed. “You stalking me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Mattheo. I’ve seen you walking around like a loner because I spend most of my time by the lake. It’s where some of the hot guys at our school swim so it’s a pretty good view.”

Mattheo clenched his jaw before letting out a forced laugh. “I forgot you like staring at strangers who are half naked.”

She shrugged. “If they’re hot, they’re hot. I gotta stare.”

“You’re not like… staring at them like that, are you?” He laughed. “Cause that would be weird.”

“Oh, like how you look at me?” She said, raising a brow as a grin pulled at her lips.

He chuckled. “Now, darling, I think you’re just seeing things.”

“Oh?” She asked, walking over to him. “So if I were to take my sweater off you’d keep looking at my eyes?”

He laughed awkwardly. “Well, I think a lot of people would look, honestly…”

She raised a brow. “If your brother was changing you’d look at his chest?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. Obviously not.”

She nodded. “But you’d have a problem looking in my eyes instead of at my chest?”

“Well you’re not my sister so I can look.”

“Well now you just sound like a creep.” Y/n teased.

Mattheo scowled. “Well now you’re not being fair.”

“Oh no?” She grinned, unzipping her hoodie and sliding it off her arms. “My eyes are up here, Mattheo.”

“Screw this.” Mattheo mumbled annoyed. He cupped y/n’s face gently before pulling her in and pressing his lips against hers.

She pulled away for air after what felt like a short time period. “You do that to all the girls who try to take their sweater off?” She asked dumbfounded.

He shook his head and laughed, his hands still cupping her face. “You’re so blind sometimes, y/n.”

She raised a brow. “And you’re not?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “No?”

“You sound unsure.” She teased. “But you are.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his hands away. “You are more than I am.”

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you.” She said quietly. “And you never noticed.”

He grinned. “So the flirting was getting to you?” He teased.

“I’ll cut your throat.” She said quickly.

He chuckled. “I’ll take my chances.” He pulled her in for another kiss, pulling away when he heard footsteps getting closer to his room.

She quickly pulled back and stood by the bookshelf, getting a book off the shelf quickly. “What’s this one about?” She asked calmly.

Matthe cleared his throat. “Uh, uhm… werewolves.” He said after clearing his throat.

Tom knocked on the door frame. “Hey, there’s hot water on the stove right now. I’ve got to stop by the market to get some more stuff for dinner. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

Mattheo grinned at y/n as Tom walked off to get his shoes on and leave for the market.

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jvngkook97 · 2 years

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The Red Peony - ver. ii

pairing; idol!jungkook, dad!jungkook x non-idol!reader, mom!reader

genre; angst, fluff, slice of life, chubby bunny family au, established relationship, domestic au, Hiro is 16 + Aera is 11

warnings; talk of a woman’s menstrual cycle, mentions of blood, emotional koo who just wants his princess to stay young forever

rating; 18+

w/c; 1,700

a/n; SURPRISE. originally I made two versions of this, the first one mainly being from the reader’s POV, but this one will reflect more on Jungkook’s. Since I know some of y’all were disappointed with how little JK was in the first one, hope it makes sense now why I made it that way! Reader will still be there for support ofc, but not so much centered around her. It’ll take place after the interview seen worldwide when he comes home. So Aera would’ve already received the talk from her mother. You don’t necessarily need to read the other version if you don’t want too, but it would help clear up a few aspects in this one.

He stood outside the entrance to his home, the sun barely coming up to signal a new day. The porch light still being the main source of lighting for him to stick his key in and unlock the door. Duffel bag slung over his shoulder with one hand, he gently pushed open the door with his other, careful not to make too much noise and wake up the occupants he’s sure are still asleep in their beds. You, Hiro and his little girl, Aera.

Though she’s not so little anymore, is she? He thought somberly. He knew in his heart, body, mind and soul that he was not ready to let her grow up yet. Unfortunately, it wasn’t up to him to decide.

Setting the duffel bag on the entryway table that currently held miscellaneous items on top of it, he reached back through the threshold of the door and grabbed the other bag he carried. One that held various items for his daughter. But also a few souvenirs for his wife and son. A tradition he does with every trip they don’t get to attend with him.

Placing the bag next to him on the floor within the entryway, he softly closed the door and locked it. Hanging his keys on the key holder and shuffling off his jacket that he hung up on the coat rack located in the opposite corner of where the entryway table is. Reaching down he took off his shoes, switching them out for his house slippers. Straightening back up, he opted to leave his duffel bag for now, and just grab the souvenir bag, carrying it to the kitchen where he set it on the island located in the middle of the kitchen.

He noticed another bag that was on the kitchen table, a few steps away from where he was. His curiosity peaked, he took the few steps over and ruffled through the bag to examine its contents. He realized that it was mainly Aera’s favorite junk food. Ah, he thought knowingly, must be for her cravings. You were the same way when Mother Nature came to visit you. So he was well aware with what associated with the curse as you liked to call it personally.

God, he couldn’t wait to see you, hold you, kiss you, love you. But you had to wait. Right now, his daughter was his sole focus.

Slipper clad feet shuffled down the seemingly long hallway, where they stopped in front of a closed artsy flower covered door, courtesy of a project done by him and Aera.

Unlike Hiro, who favored to hone his skills and love of dancing, Aera was more into further developing and exploring her art skills. A trait he’d like to take full responsibility for, but he knows that you hold your own as well with drawing.

You may not do it much anymore with not having a lot of free time on your hands, but when you first met, many years ago, it used to be your favorite hobby. He’ll have to help out with the kids more once promotion is over, and talk with you about whether or not you’d like to still pursue the same hobby of yours. Maybe you two could collab on a new design for the BTS kids collection that will be announced early on next year, knowing your art style would better reflect those of a younger audience.

And it would give him an excuse to have some alone time with you. Something you two have been bad about making time for ever since the kids were born. He vowed to himself solemnly that he would make it happen, he had too.

Clutching more firmly to the various items in his arms, he slowly turned his daughters doorknob with one hand and gently pushed it open. Peaking through the crack in the door, he could see their blob of a daughter nestled under the blankets. He could then see the heating pad cord hang off the side of the bed, glad that you were there to coax her through the pain and able to teach her how to take care of herself until the period was over for the month.

You were such an amazing mom, he thought blissfully. And equally as amazing wife, the way you’ve so flawlessly raised their now two kids into responsible young adults. He never would’ve been able to do it without you. Smiling to himself at the thought of you, he blinked out of his trance when he heard shuffling coming from the blob underneath the heaps of blankets. He stopped in his stride next to the bed and waited with bated breath for your daughter to wake up. She never did, just shifted her position, now laying on her side, facing towards where he stood next to the bed.

Carefully, he set the pile of various items on the nightstand he was closest too, trying not to make any noise in fear of waking Aera up. He inwardly sighed with relief upon the last item, a new set of expensive colored pens from the brand your daughter loved and has been asking for, being placed down without a hitch.

Stepping out of his house slippers, Jungkook grabbed the extra throw blanket that lay on the end of your daughter’s bed and gently laid his body sideways on top of the galaxy covered duvet, next to your daughter. Laying his head down on what little pillow Aera unknowingly offered, he faced her with his hands clasped in front of him after settling his own throw blanket on top of him.

Then, he just looked at her.

His princess. His baby girl. Who wasn’t a baby anymore, technically, but would always continue to be his baby girl until the day he died.

He didn’t know he was crying until a quiet sniffle made its way out of his nose, and tears started to blur his vision. Lip quivering slightly. He wasn’t ready.

He wasn’t ready, he thought despairingly.

Aera continued to sleep peacefully, unaware of the state her father was currently in, only inches away from her sleeping body. It was better that way, he thought. He needed to be strong for her and act as normal as possible once she woke up. And if she wanted to talk with him about anything, like she knows she always can, he would be there for her. Ready, with a listening ear.

You tiptoed into your daughter’s room, careful not to wake her up, but wanting to comfort Jungkook. Having woken up from your slumber in your shared room down the hall only minutes ago, you first saw your daughter’s door open. It was then upon closer inspection, did you hear the sniffles your husband tried so hard to keep quiet and under control, and knew that he needed you, or rather, your presence.

Getting closer, you could see the pile he left on her nightstand and smiled inwardly at the love Jungkook had for his daughter. It made you love him even more, something you didn’t think was possible.

With Jungkook taking up what remained of the bed, him barely fitting on it himself, you had no choice but to kneel on the floor next to his side of the bed. Not that you minded in the least bit, knowing he needed this moment more than you did to stay sane. Having your own special mother, daughter time with her the day prior.

Gently, so as not to spook your oblivious husband, you laid one hand on top of his fluffy hair and started to massage his scalp, the other softly landing on his clasped hands, squeezing them tenderly. Your head came to rest in the crook of his neck, cheek brushing against his shoulder as you joined him in staring lovingly at your daughter. A few tears of your own managing to slip out without you noticing. Guess you still harbored some inner feelings of your own towards the matter.

Jungkook turned his head slightly towards you, an invitation to give him a sweet kiss on the lips, which you did in a heartbeat. He uttered a small ‘I love you’ into the comfortable silence that befell you both. You kissed his cheek lovingly in response, knowing that he knew how deeply your love was for him already. And you would be sure to show him at a later time in the confines of your closed bedroom door when the kids go out later to the park you’re going to casually suggest they visit with their friends for a couple of hours.

You two always thought your children never knew the underlying reason for the sudden interest in the park, but you would be wrong. They knew. Or, well, he knew. His sister was still too young for the birds and the bees talk which he received from his parents on separate occasions once he turned sixteen, both having their own opinions and views on the matter. And you better believe he would much rather be playing some random game at the park with his friends and little sister, than stay at the house while you two made love.

Unbeknownst to the husband and wife, your son Hiro, watched the scenario unfold with his own eyes. Having been awake himself for a mere five minutes now, due to a Mother Nature of his own calling him from his sleep to use the bathroom. On his way back to his room a few doors down, he noticed his mom slip through his sister’s door and got curious. Which led him to the sight he now saw before him. Leaning against the doorframe, arms folded and legs crossed, he stayed silent, adorning a small smile on his face. He hated, yet at the same time, loved, the way you two were still borderline sickeningly in love with each other. A love he hopes to find for himself way later down the road. And for his sister as well.

His family? Not perfect by any means.

But it was his. And he couldn’t be happier.

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willowfolksong · 2 years

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it was rare, you were there

- Atsumu Miya x Reader

- NSFW (minors dni)

The problem with love is, that you almost always can tell when it starts, but no one can know when it will end.

You know it, feel it that day, when Atsumu leads you into his home by the hand, to introduce you to his parents, and a teasing but still polite Osamu, who you already know from school.

You smile, polite and nervous, and leave your red scarf on the stairs railing.

You never get it back.

"How do you see yourself in a few years?" you ask him, the two of you laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. You glued some of those plastic starts that shine in the dark, and now it seems like the whole galaxy is in your bedroom.

Atsumu doesn't hesitates "Playin' volleyball"

"That's it?" you ask, eyeing him curiously. He doesn't looks at you, but his right hand moves to grab yours, and squeeze your fingers "That's all you see in your future?"

"What more could I want?"

You don't tell him that you're a romantic at heart, and that you were hoping he would say that he saw you by his side.

He's funny, and charming, and has that goofy playful side that almost every girl loves. Atsumu Miya's popularity skyrockets on his third year of high school, and he gets even more attention than he did before. He's still one of Japan's best young volleyball players, and now he's also much more mature, taller, and with that air of success and promising future that you just feel— crakling around him.

You cheer for him from the stands, laughing quietly with your close friends at his group of personal cheerleaders.

And then he points at you, before doing a serve, and your heart threatens to burst out of your chest.

"You guys are so in love" one of your friends swoons, as you watch Atsumu jump in the air.

You think about that the whole day.

"You look so cute with black hair" you say, smiling fondly at the picture Atsumu's mother is showing you.

Osamu huffs, arms behind his head. He's also in the picture, looking exactly like your boyfriend, both dressed in cute little shorts and dinosaur t-shirts— but you could recognize Atsumu anywhere.

"Doesn't he?" his mother says, gushing over the little polaroid. You nod.

Atsumu rolls his eyes "Yeah, well..."

"He looks like a dork" Osamu cuts him off, and then dodges the pillow Atsumu throws at him.

"If ya two have kids, they will look like this" his mother winks at you, and your cheeks turn red at the same time Atsumu's does.

Osamu only gags "Gross"

You wonder if high school students should be thinking about having kids.

Then you wonder if Atsumu has ever thought about you outside high school.

You're with him on his first actual car ride around town, after the two of you move to a little apartment closer to college.

Atsumu's excited, like a kid before Christmas. The car is old, something both of his parents helped him to buy. He keeps talking about how he'll get a new one, when he becomes a full professional athlete, and you whine and turn the radio on because you seriously can't stand him naming car brands anymore.

Your favorite song is playing, and you close your eyes and start singing with all your heart, ignoring your previous fear about your unskilled boyfriend driving you both into a tree.

"What song is this?" Atsumu yells over the music, and you open your eyes to sing directly at him, invisible microphone in hand, completely ignoring his question. He chuckles, shaking his head "Babe, you're so dumb"

And then he rans a red light, and your singing morphs into a little scream.

"Be careful!" you squeal, looking back to see that you indeed, managed to escape unscathed.

Atsumu laughs, and his hand, as always, searches your own on the seat "I was lookin' at ya! It's your own fault!"

Back at the appartment, and while Atsumu fiddles with his phone, you take the chance to explore a bit on your own. You knew the place was small, but it seems even more so now that all of your things have arrived. Piles and piles of cardboard boxes holding both of your belongings are all over the space.

You hope you can add more to them.

New things, things you and Atsumu find together. Trinkets you can add to your shared bedroom, dresses you'll now wear on new streets and parks, and not in your childhood neighborhood.

There's only one bedroom and a little bathroom. It’s not much, but you're already planning what color you'll paint the walls as you flick the light switch, only to discover that the bulb is broken.

"We won't be having any light in the bathroom," you tell Atsumu, and go to try the bedroom's lights. They won't work either. "Or in the bedroom"

"Or in any part of the house," Atsumu says, leaning on the door frame and phone still in hand. "And our bed isn't here yet either, apparently."

You take a look at the empty space where the bed should be, and let out a long heavy sigh. "Moving sucks."

"But when all this is over we'll be livin' together, and that's just the best," he offers, and even though you agree, you can't help but let the heavy feelings that come with the moving and everything that is still missing at the moment take a hold of you.

Walking past Atsumu, you stand where the kitchen and the dining area would be, once everything is set up. There's a small island counter with three boxes of clothes on top. You go to try and open the door of one of the little kitchen cabinets, and the hinge immediately gives away with a creak, and leaves you with the cabinet door in one hand. You whine and glance over at Atsumu, still watching you from the bedroom's doorstep, and looking incredibly amused.

"Those must be old as hell"

"Atsumu, everything is a mess," you flail your arms at the dozens of boxes and the dust and the missing furniture and the broken bulbs, and finally leave the broken door on top of the kitchen isle when Atsumu walks up to you and takes you in his arms.

You look out the window over his shoulder, and see that the sun has disappeared, darkness having fallen over the city.

"So what if the lights don’t work? Don't we have some candles? And our phones?" he murmurs into your ear. “And we don't even need this freakin' cabinets for now. At least this is our own place" he adds, pressing a kiss to your neck. "That's enough, right?"

You snort, but hug him back a little tighter than usual. “Okay, okay, but I do wish that we had a bed and a TV to watch something on"

Atsumu pinches your side, making you yelp and immediately try to escape, but his arms snake around your waist and keep you in place

"Don't complain that much babe!"

You chuckle, and manage to get free and dodge another pinch to go open the refrigerator. The yellow glow of its light bathes the soon to be completely dark space.

"We can use this to light up the room," you say, and Atsumu laughs and grabs you by the hips to pull you into a dance, while humming the song you were singing in the car “There’s no food in it anyways.”

So the refrigerator door stays open while you twirl and spin around the kitchen, dodging boxes as you go. "Everythin' is goin' to be fine, babe," Atsumu reassures you, spinning you around once more "Before we know it, this place will look great”

He kisses you when the dance leads you to the living room, a light feathery touch of his lips on yours that soon becomes a passionate exchange after he slides his tongue in your mouth. You moan and hold onto his jacket, and he lets go of you for a moment to look into your eyes.

"What do ya say about tryin' out the new apartment, huh?" he drawls, and you know he's not just joking when one of his hands starts to slowly crawl under your shirt.

"We literally don't have any furniture here," you tell him between kisses, but Atsumu only shrugs and dips his head to kiss you behind your ear. You can't help but tremble in his arms

"That’s never stopped us before."

It's an all too familiar dance, whenever Atsumu makes you his. He trails kisses over your neck and down your chest as he undresses you, and when you're lying on the floor, his brown eyes and teasing smile your only sight, you're already half naked and trying to wiggle out of your pants and underwear. He helps you, leaving open mouthed kisses down your legs and thighs and stopping to play with your folds over your already soaked panties, until you grab his neck and bring him up to kiss you again.The feeling of his skin against yours still fills you with the same familiar warmth that did a couple of years ago, when you were still high school students trying to be quiet on your parents house.

You shudder with excitement when he finally gets rid of his clothes and lets you take his cock in one of your hands, his mouth descending to play with your nipples.

He gives one a particular hard suck and then looks at you, his chin resting on the valley of your chest "Want to ride me, babe?"

You answer by getting on top of him and grinding against his cock, your fluids coating his thighs.

And when he sheats into you, groaning when the warmth of your walls surrounds him, you know you're home— tangled up with Atsumu Miya in the middle of an empty apartment, with everything you call your own still in boxes around you and only the refrigerator light shining for you. Being with Atsumu is all that matters for you.

He gets scouted by the MSBY Jackals as soon as he enters his last year of college. While you're still pondering, and thinking, and wondering if you're good enough to work in something Literature related.

You suppose it's not much of a surprise.

If Atsumu's ever had something clear, that was volleyball.

Not you.

"And so I think that I could become a regular soon, ya know?" he says, excitement twinkling in his eyes, and one of his legs bouncing uncontrollably under the table. "God, I just can't wait"

"I'm proud of you, 'Tsumu" you tell him, smiling softly at your wine.

"I always told ya I would make it, babe" the waitress comes around again, asking if you want more wine. You take the whole bottle. "Wanna hear about what Bokuto told me they were sayin'?"

You pour a generous amount of alcohol in your cup before noding, smile still in place.

Your birthday celebration remains forgotten, in favor of every little detail about the MSBY Jackals Atsumu wants to share.

"I like your hair this way better" you say, and Atsumu chuckles, bringing you closer to him and tangling his feet with your own under the covers "You look really handsome"

"Yeah?"

You lean forward and kiss his nose, your chin coming to rest on one of his arms "I can't believe we're still together, after all this time"

"Why?"

You shrug, and your eyes flicker down to trace idle shapes on his skin "I just thought... never mind"

"Hey, babe" Atsumu says, and you look back up to find him smiling "Don't say stuff like that"

"I love you" you whisper, honest and hopeful.

He kisses you goodnight and holds you tight against his chest.

The beats of his heart remind you that you've never heard him say it back.

"It's just a dumb party! Why are ya gettin' so worked up for this?" he yells, throwing his hands in the air. He's been sitting on the edge of the bed for far too long now, and you don't know what expresion he has on his face anymore.

You're still on the same spot, the covers pooling around you, eyes on his back.

It's 3 a.m

"I didn't even knew there was a party" you whisper, and he looks back over his shoulder at your sudden change in tone. You were yelling too, after all "You didn't tell me"

"I didn't knew. Found out today"

"That's not true" you say, and drop your gaze to your hands. They're shaking "Akaashi told me this was planned for weeks"

"Of course Akaashi told ya" Atsumu huffs, and goes back to bed once more, his back still to you. The space between the two of you has never been bigger "I don't wanna keep talkin' about it"

You get up and go to sleep on the couch.

The next morning, he wakes you up with a kiss, a hug, and the promise that nothing like that would happen again.

"I just didn't think it would be your type of thing, babe"

Soon, his entire life seems to become not your thing. He always comes home late, and the parties only grow in number. Accompanying him is even worst to stay home, you realize, when you start to feel that Atsumu doesn't really seems interested in your company.

He's laughing, and shaking hands, excited for a new future that slowly but surely seems to be getting far and far away from you.

Akaashi follows you to the bathroom in one of those events, a gala for something you can't remember, because Atsumu never explained. He just said the rest of the team would be there, and that it was important to go.

As always was.

"Are you okay?" Bokuto's boyfriend asks, handing you a tissue.

You smile, wiping away your tears without fear of ruining your makeup anymore.

Everything's already ruined.

"Not really, no"

"Kou has asked about you" he tells you, squeezing your shoulder. "Long time not seeing you and all. Wants to say hello"

"And my boyfriend?" you ask. Akaashi tries really hard — and miserably fails— to not look pitiful "Did my boyfriend ask where I went to?"

"Actually ... I think he left"

Seven years are destroyed by a text. It's late at night, and Atsumu's away on a trip with the team. You don't know if it's simply much more early where he is— if he can see the sun, while you wail under the moon— or if he thought it was a good idea to break your heart at 4 a.m

Your heart, and everything you built together.

You move out of the apartment. As quickly as you can as well.

Everything reminds you of him.

Akaashi takes you in, and it's kind enough to let you stay in your bedroom for three days straight, giving no sign of being alive.

Atsumu's everywhere.

In the scent that lingers on your clothes, in the marks he left on your neck the last time you two were together. On the TV, of course, and on the magazines Akaashi tries to hide before you cam see them.

He's the air you breathe, and you're suffocating.

"Why don't you try to write it down?" Akaashi suggests one day, and you look up at him with a frown "It helps. And you're very good at it"

"I don't know"

"You've been helping at the publishing house enough to know how to work your way around a book" at your incredulous stare, your best friend chuckles, scratching his chin "I mean, I'm not suggesting you write a book about your breakup. I'm just saying that writing something down might help. And maybe that could become something else later"

That night, Atsumu calls you for the first time since that devastating text, to tell you that he's moving, and he's sending you your stuff to the place you're staying.

That he thought it was best to be honest, and that you heard about his new place from him.

You don't thank the cruel honesty.

And the next day, you start writing.

5 years pass

The book signing event is in full glory, and you laugh and shake the hand of everyone who approaches you. There's thousands of people inside and outside the little bookstore, the one you chose because it was the first place where you bought your first actually book.

Akaashi is there, by your side, finally having been able to edit an actual novel and not a manga, thanks to you.

Many winters have passed, since the events that lead to the little book you have on your hands, and that you sign happily for the girl that, in tears, confesses to you that she's afraid of having to part ways with her partner.

You pat her hand, smile, and tell her that everyone needs to embrace their own future. First and foremost.

Just like Atsumu, who still wears your old scarf, on his way to the Olympics.

He did it first.

And now you did it yourself.

🧣 RED Love Story Collection

With this work, we come to the end of my little tribute to Red (Taylor's version), one of my favorite albums of all time. To everyone who commented, liked, and reblogged my works, thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤ I'm happy I got to do this little thing, and that even if you don't share my taste in music, you got to enjoy a bit of the angst, and the fluff, and everything in between.

I hope you keep finding happiness in my next works.

I'll be updating my fic the miya conundrum soon, and more projects will come.

Thanks again.

Love,

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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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we can’t stop, we’re enemies.

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader AU

Run-through: After the events of the last battle against Thanos, you teamed up with Sam and Bucky to carry on your superhero duties. You got along with Sam just fine, he was a really good friend to you. Bucky however, was not. From constant banters, to unnecessary hand-to-hand combat, to purposely getting each other in trouble during risky missions, to being the main cause of Sam’s migraines; it was safe to say that you and Bucky considered yourselves to be each other’s nemesis. Although that soon changes when, courtesy of your silly banters, a certain mission goes slightly wrong - one which involves strong chemicals which, unbeknownst to you, were designed to mess with the brain and hormones, thus encouraging the need to breed and procreate amongst all those who inhale it...

Themes: enemies-to-lovers, smut, sex pollen trope, dirty talk, swear words, fluff

“How is it going up there Sam, talk to me.”

You spoke, waiting to hear from Sam through the ear piece.

The three of you were on a mission on unfamiliar lands. Rumor had it that some shady organization was conducting illegal experiments. The whole location was spooky, and you needed to be thorough and quick. So Sam decided to get an aerial view along with Red Wing, and see if there are any threats coming your way while you and Bucky decided to check out the underground laboratories.

The whole place was shadowy and old, it almost seemed like no one had been here in a long time. But still, these people were criminals so you had to gather every evidence you could which would lead you their way.

And so far, after exploring the place for the past half an hour, you found nothing major. Just weird laboratory glassware filled with liquids and what not.

“Sam?” you called out again into the ear piece, keeping your gun at the ready. “Say something damn it.”

His reply came. “There’s something sketchy about the building at the back, I’m gonna go check it out. But you have to promise me you won’t kill each other by the time I get back.”

You and Bucky sent death glares at each other in disgust. He was on the other side of the lab, flipping through files and papers, while you were searching the cabinets and drawers. The two of you were separated by a steel workstation. Dark leather jacket, metal arm exposed; you’d find him handsome if he wasn’t so annoying.

“Sure, whatever.” Bucky mumbled, being his grumpy self.

You frowned at him, “Dude, drop your fucking attitude.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at you, “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Sam roared through the ear piece, “Enough! Focus, you two are in the labs and we don’t know what’s in there. Just, maybe look out for each other. Okay? I’m going in.”

“Be careful, Sam.” You spoke, sending another dirty look at Bucky.

“Yeah y-,”

Sam got cut off. All you could hear was some static noises and then complete silence.

“Sam? Can you hear us?” Bucky tried reaching out but neither of you could hear him. “This isn’t good.”

“Damn it!” You cursed. “Maybe he flew out of range. Or maybe we’re too deep under.”

For once in his life he nodded, agreeing with you. “Let’s just hurry up and see what we can find. We need to get out of here as fast as we can and get to the Jet.” He said, flipping through more and more files and papers, his metal arm glistening in the poorly lit room.

You sassed in the same tone he used before, “Don’t tell me what to do.” And you earned yourself another glare from him.

Fifteen minutes later and you two still had nothing to work with.

“This is useless. There’s nothing here, this is just bullshit.” Bucky complained, slamming down a file on the workstation so hard that it made you jump.

You were annoyed. You slammed a cabinet shut and turned to face him. “Oh I’m sorry princess, is work getting too tiring? Do you need a break? Hmm?”

“Shut up, you’re the one who keeps whining all the time.” He wasn’t wrong.

You stepped forward, grabbing the edge of the cold workstation. “Well maybe if you’d quit complaining and actually do your part of the job, then I wouldn’t have to whine about always doing everything on my own and you taking credit for it in front of Sam.”

He leaned forward, his metal arm already denting his side of the edge of the workstation. “Maybe if you’d stop bitching about everything and everyone all the time then maybe we’d get along and actually get shit done.”

You leaned in too. “Or maybe if just me and Sam teamed up, we’d work better. I still don’t know why he keeps you around. Take your metal arm away, what are you? Exactly, just a hundred year old, confused man.”

He smirked. “And what are you? Just a spoilt, whiny brat who knows how to use a gun?” He knew just what to say to get the reaction he wanted out of you.

In less than a few seconds you had your loaded gun out in front of you, aiming it at his forehead. “And guess what, she never misses a target.” You spat at him.

You had done this before; aiming guns at each other until Sam comes to break the tension. But Sam wasn’t here this time.

Bucky knew you would never pull the trigger on him so he gave you a handsome, arrogant smirk which only pissed you off even more. “Come on, shoot.” He provoked you.

“Stop pissing me off.” You warned.

“Or what? You’re gonna shoot me for calling you a whiny, spoilt brat? See, that’s exactly what brats do.”

“James, stop.” Oh he was getting on your nerves. You were agitated.

He just smirked and went on. “I actually believe that that might be your superpower, destroying people by annoying them to death with how much of a brat you can actually be.”

You glared at him, unmoving, furious. You placed your forefinger on the trigger. “Say brat one more time and I will blow your fucking head off and when Sam asks, I’ll make it seem like an accident.”

He leaned closer, aligning his forehead to the barrel of your gun. He stared at you with his stormy, ocean blue eyes; inciting you to just pull the damn trigger. He watched you with mischief in his eyes. “Brat.” He mouthed, smirking right after and waiting for your reaction.

You clenched your jaw and shifted your aim just a little so that the bullet misses him but still shoots right by his ear. You pulled the trigger without hesitation, shooting at the shelf filled with dark red and brown liquids behind Bucky.

Bucky maintained his calm and composure despite the loud sound of the shattering glass falling on the tiles right behind him. “Brat.” He said again, out loud this time.

“I hate you.” You lowered your gun but then noticed something behind Bucky. Smoke, or some sort of vapor oozing out of the broken flasks and test tubes. You froze for a second. “Bucky, look.” You walked around the workstation and joined him on the other side.

The vapor quickly filled the room like thick fog, reducing visibility and making your throat burn a little. You coughed; once, twice. You looked beside you and Bucky was standing there with a look of horror on his face.

The moment his supersoldier sense got a whiff of the vapor, something in him ignited. No…

“We have to get out of here. Now.” You heard his voice, then felt his cold fingers wrap around your wrists as he tugged you along, making his way out of the lab. He tried to hold his breath but he couldn’t hold it very long. He tried to find the door to exit the room but that was hard too because neither of you could see properly.

“This stuff,” you spoke in between coughs, “will probably kill us, won’t it?” You held on tightly to his arm. “You need to get us out of here now.” The vapor was reducing your visibility more and more.

He felt the side of the wall, looking for the metal handle of the door through which you entered the lab. “It won’t kill us.” He growled as he looked beside him. You were standing close to him, so close, holding on to his arm tightly, a thin layer of sweat covered your face.

It was almost funny how you had your gun aimed at him just a minute ago and now you were relying on him for protection.

“How can you be so sure? Do you know what this stuff is?” You asked.

He sighed. He knew. “I have a hunch, but let’s hope I’m wrong.” He felt warm. Deep inside something stirred in him. Animalistic, primal, feral. It was there, pressing and burning. Guess he wasn’t wrong.

He finally found the door and he pushed it open, letting the two of you out and you took off running at once. You tried to reach Sam. A couple tries later, he finally responded. “I got some names, I think we got what we’re looking for. Where are you guys?”

“We found…. uh, nothing. We’re on our way to the jet, meet us there.” Bucky responded, running beside you.

You were confused out of your mind, not to mention you felt feverish. Hot, and you were sweating more than usual in places you’d rather not think about. Something in you was yearning to break free. You felt chained, you needed release. You felt like something had awakened inside of you; a deep hunger. Aroused, you felt aroused. Or was it just the adrenaline rush?

By the time you tried to figure out what was actually going on with you, you both had made it to the Jet.

“I feel sick.” you mumbled, stumbling on your way inside the jet. “I think… I think that smoke poisoned me.” You placed your palm against the side of the plane to hold on so you don’t fall. You felt like gravity wasn’t pulling you down anymore. You were a little out of breath.

Then you felt a cold hand on your shoulder. You grimaced as it only ignited the fire which you just found out had been burning inside you since you left the lab.

“You’re not poisoned. You’re not sick, you’re gonna be okay. We just have to… we have to get home.” Bucky was worse than you were. His enhanced senses allowed him to feel everything you felt, times ten perhaps.

His heart raced as he got a whiff of your fading perfume, mixed with the adrenaline pumping through your veins and your natural, raw scent. He could feel your arousal from here, and it pulled him in so easily. All he wanted to do was to tear your suit off, pin you up against the side of the Jet and fuck the living hell out of you, stretch you out and just rail you until you could no longer take it.

Fuck.

You looked up at him; heart racing, palms sweating and even your mouth was salivating more than usual. “You know what that thing was, don’t you?” You asked, ignoring the way his cold hand upon your shoulder made you want to lean into his touch even more. “What was it?”

You saw the look in his hooded eyes. Bucky sighed, pulling his hand away from you and the loss of contact made you whimper ever so quietly. You felt warmer and more and more breathless with each second that passed by.

“They used to make those substances, long ago back when I was with HYDRA. I didn’t expect to find those here. They were used to… to try and see if they could get super soldiers to procreate naturally.” Bucky explained and waited for your reaction.

“Sex pollen. Correct?”

He nodded, “Yes.”

You were a little shaken, but relieved knowing that at least it wasn’t poison and you wouldn’t be dying a painful death. “That’s… I mean, it could have been poison.” You didn’t know how to react after you pieced it all together. “How long before it wears off?”

“Twenty-four hours unless...”

“Unless what?”

“Unless you fuck it out of your system well enough.”

That had you surprised. “Oh. Well that’s just great, isn’t it? Fucking perfect. I’m screwed.”

Bucky tried his hardest to refrain himself from leaning in and biting that sassy mouth of yours, shoving his tongue past your lips to shut you up, to hear you moan and gasp and cry out his name as he takes you however he wants to…

“We.” He corrected you. “It’ll get worse every hour.” He replied.

You sighed and moved away from him, unzipping your combat suit partly and removing the jacket because you couldn’t handle the heat. Bucky cursed as you stripped into just a tank top and tight pants, right in front of him. He felt his cock get harder.

“Can you not?” He sounded pissed off again; frustrated. “This is all your doing. The least you can do is make this a little bit easier for both of us.”

His words made you turn around and glare at him. “How is this my doing? I didn’t even know what was in that lab.”

He stepped forward, instinctively. The sight of your exposed neck and your soft skin was making him think of unspeakable things that he wanted to do to you. As he advanced, you tried not to look down at his cock, straining against his zipper. Your heart raced as you took in the size of his bulge. Enhanced super soldier indeed.

“Had you not been a spoiled brat who can’t take a joke, you wouldn’t have tried to shoot at me nor would you have shot those flasks!” He argued, feeling more and more warm as he got closer to you.

You took a step forward as well, fueled by annoyance, lust and anger. “Who was it who provoked me into doing that because they couldn’t keep their fucking mouth shut, huh? That’s right, your annoying ass!”

Bucky pushed you against the side of the Jet without a second thought. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with his hand while pressing his body into you, his metal arm circling around your waist and pressing you further into him.

He hadn’t thought this through. He hadn’t thought about how your warm breath would feel against his skin, or how warm your body would be under his touch. You felt feverish, having him this close. His tall, large frame and his tight grip made your whimper under him. Your body reacted to him naturally.

All you felt was warm, his body heat, his scent. The feeling of his cold leather jacket against your flushed skin. You wanted him. Or rather, your body did.

“Don’t you provoke me now, you fucking whiny brat.” He whispered, menacingly into your ear.

You tried to ignore the shivers his voice sent down your entire body. But he saw it. And you could feel his erection press against your crotch. Just to mess with him, you discreetly moved your hips against his, making him hiss loudly.

“What are you gonna do about it, dipshit?” You sassed, knowing that given his intensified senses he must be feeling much worse than you.

He groaned as you kept grinding against him, your pulsating core rubbing against the bulge in his pants. And that only made it worse for both of you.

“Fuck…” Bucky swore, before quickly pulling away from you, but not releasing you yet. “You’re such a bitch.” His body was screaming for you, each nerve ending of his was on fire. A fire only you could douse.

You were just the same, on the edge and wanting to reach out for him; knowing he would satiate your hunger better than anyone could. Your body was throbbing as you stared into his eyes, your gaze lowering down to his dog tags. How you wanted those dangling right above your face…

You heard someone clear their throat. It wasn’t Bucky.

“Something you two need to tell me? Or is this just your new way of trying to kill each other?” A deep voice asked from behind Bucky.

“Sam! Are you okay?” You escaped Bucky’s grip and rushed to Sam.

He seemed alright to you. He nodded. “Yeah, we just need to get home. I need to notify the team and see what we should do next. What was in those labs?”

You glared at Bucky. His smug face alone was pissing you off, but God right now you wanted to ride that man until the sun came tomorrow morning.

“Just a bunch of useless experiments. Nothing major.” He glared at you as he said the last bit to Sam.

The ride back home was one of the most painful, annoying and frustrating situations you had ever undergone. Each time you felt like someone was watching you, you’d turn your head to the side and find Bucky staring; and his stares would make your body tremble in need.

Meanwhile he was having a hard time too, in more ways than one. He could feel his blood rush south even at the brief sound of your voice whenever you sighed in annoyance or talked to Sam. Luckily the latter could not pick up on the thick, sexual tension.

Once at the compound, you each hurried to your own rooms and that’s where you stayed until the evening. Sam found it weird that you both skipped dinner but he didn’t need another headache today so he went to bed, telling himself that he’d deal with you two tomorrow morning.

Bucky was a mess. Even after an hour under the cold shower his body was still calling out for you. He tried taking care of his business on his own, but that wasn’t working. He was still so hard it was painful. Nothing could make this better, nothing could soothe the pain - nothing but you. He needed you so badly it was driving him insane, like he was an animal in heat being asked to suppress his feral desires towards his mate. Being away from you was painful. He couldn’t help but hate you for no reason at all usually, but he’d do what it takes to be inside you and make you scream his name right now.

You were equally as troubled at the super soldier. You tried taking a warm bath and tried to think of other things you could focus on, but nothing worked. Your toys didn’t seem appealing tonight, you needed him, all of him. You shivered at the thought of his taut, virile body under yours, or above. His masculine scent, the sound of his moans, would he bite?… fuck. You could feel your arousal leak out of you every now and then, it was insane how aroused you were. You couldn’t look at him for long without getting unnecessarily annoyed, but you would do anything just to have him rearrange your guts right now.

What made it worse was that neither of you could stand each other at all. Enemies, you called yourselves. But right now you couldn’t help but crave each other in the most salacious way possible.

Fuck this. You couldn’t take this anymore. You decided to swallow your pride and make your way to his room and ask him if you two could come to an agreement on how to fight this thing because it would be impossible to go another twenty hours feeling like this. You were burning from the inside. This was unbearable.

Just as you opened your bedroom door, you were slightly surprised to find Bucky standing right outside your door. His metal hand up midair, as though he was to knock on your door and you happened to open the door just in time. You almost drooled at the sight of him; sweatpants and a tight, white t-shirt. You swallowed and cleared your throat.

“Hey.” You greeted him, not knowing how to deal with this situation. You felt so drawn to him in that moment, so damn restless and needy that it was hard to breathe right while looking at him.

“I was, uh, about to knock…” He didn’t know how he got here, he didn’t remember. Maybe it was the chemicals messing with his brain and turning him into a hungry beast. He didn’t care that he was knocking on your door in the middle of the night, he wanted you. He was craving you and that’s all he knew. Also the oversized t-shirt, the only you were wearing at the time, was not helping at all.

“Yeah, um…” you rambled then stopped talking the moment you found him staring into your eyes with a wild look in his eyes.

That was it.

You grabbed him by the waistband of his sweats and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. Before Bucky could process anything, you had him pushed against your closed door and your mouth was on his, kissing him hungrily. Your hands slowly slipped under his tight t-shirt and you lazily trailed your hands up and down his toned abs.

His hands gripped your hips on either side as he kissed you back with just as much ardor as you did. His body ignited the moment he felt your lips and hands on him, yet the heat was weirdly satisfying; it stimulated him but calmed him down at the same time. It felt perfect. This was just what he needed, you.

Your movements were rapid and passionate, fiery. Hands roaming each other's body, touching and feeling and exploring; making each other moan like you were both touch-starved.

You let out a soft moan when you felt his tongue slip past your lips, stroking the top of your mouth while his metal hand slipped under your shirt. Your body was tingling wherever he touched you. His touch made you feel way better than you had felt in the past few hours and you were grateful. Your moans sent his mind straight to the gutter and he couldn’t wait to be inside you.

“I need you…” you whispered against his lips as you pulled away to catch your breath. “I need you to fuck me… right here, right now.” Your demands made him smirk as he looked down at you with lust in his eyes.

“Oh?” he managed to still find the energy to be an ass to you. “Why don’t you go on and beg for it, then?”

You scoffed, leaning in to lick his lips while you hand dipped into his pants. You grabbed his erected cock and gave it a little, gentle squeeze. He moaned like he hadn’t been touched in forever. Like he was desperate for one thing and one thing only; you. You whispered, “You need me too, Bucky. I’m not gonna beg you, I’m doing you a favor here.” You slid your closed fist up and down his length and made him moan some more before you let go and watched him groan and clench his jaw in annoyance.

He looked down at you, panting in need just as you were. His hand slid into your hair and he gripped it, tugging on it just enough to make you gasp in pleasure and pain. “Still a fucking brat with that annoying attitude I see?” He leaned in to bite your exposed neck, making your cry out in pain before he licked the spot, soothing it. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll fuck all that attitude out of you.”

He let go of your hair but tightened his grip around your waist as he placed his mouth back on yours. Kissing you like there’s no tomorrow; biting your lip and bruising your already swollen mouth. He was wild, and you needed it and more.

He pushed you down on your bed, and stood back to watch you for a moment. How did he never realize that you were so naturally beautiful? He looked down at you like a predator looking at his meal; fiercely, ready to ruin you and make you scream and beg and satiate his hunger. As well as yours.

“Well, if you’re done staring…” you knelt on your bed and reached out for him, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him closer. “I want you in me. Now.” Your demanding tone riled him up.

Bucky grabbed you by the hair and tilted your head back again. “If you wanna get fucked, you’re gonna ask nicely. Understood?”

You glared at him, shooting death glares right at him while your hand palmed him through his sweatpants. “I fucking hate you.” You spat at him, whimpering as he pushed you back down on the bed, quickly climbing on top of you this time.

“I hate you too.” He knelt on your bed, straddling your waist as he tore your oversized shirt in half and off your body, throwing the pieces of fabric somewhere on your bedroom floor. You laid beneath him in just your underwear and he growled.

“That was my favorite shirt, you fucking idiot.” You whispered, breathless, shivers dancing down your spine as he traced your mouth with his two fingers, slipping them past your lips once, then twice then trailing his now wet fingers down your neck, till your belly button.

“You think I care?” he leaned down and took one of your breasts into his mouth, kneading the other with his metal hand. The contrast of his warm mouth around one and his cold hand around the other was driving you crazy. He bit, and tugged and licked; making your back arch off the bed as you purred in pleasure.

Your hips moved on their own, grinding against his erection again to try and alleviate the pain. You were desperate. Bucky pinched and rolled one of your nipples while he lightly grazed the other with his teeth, and you let out a loud moan.

“Please… please, I need you. Please…” You muttered under your breath, knowing he could hear you. Bucky smirked as he pulled away from your chest, ignoring the way his cock throbbed. “What’s so fucking funny?” You grabbed him by the throat, pulling his face closer to yours.

His metal arm reached down in between your legs and he ripped your underwear off. The fabric hurt just a little when it tore against your skin. “Just that it's the first time I heard you asking for something so politely. It’s not so hard after all, is it?”

Now he was pissing you off. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and flipped the two of you around. You got on top of him and straddled his waist, trapping him under you like he had you before. You had better control like this.

You grabbed him by the jaw and leaned in to kiss his lips, fiercely. “Stop fucking playing, Barnes.” You whispered against his lips, grinding against his hard cock again. He closed his eyes and hissed in pleasure as you kissed down to his neck, nibbling on his skin along his throat.

He moaned, hands gripping your hips and guiding you as you rubbed your bare core against his clothed erection. “No? I thought brats liked games?” He mumbled.

You pulled away from his neck and looked down at his smug face. “You are so fucking annoying.” You reached down in between your bodies and lowered his sweatpants all the way down until he kicked them off. You grabbed his cock and stroked him gently, agonizingly slow. He moaned shamelessly, and eventually caught on that you were just teasing him even more.

“Don’t tease me…” he sounded just as breathless as you were.

“Why? Not so fond of games anymore?” you sassed, rubbing your throbbing core against his thigh while you stroked him so gently that he felt like he was losing his mind.

He growled as he grabbed you by the waist and flipped the two of you around, him being on top again. “Enough,” he growled in your ear, “Spread those legs for me.” He ordered, settling in between them as you spread your legs to accommodate him. He grabbed your thighs and parted your legs even more as he aligned the tip of his cock to your opening. “Now stay still, don’t move.”

You braced yourself for him, but nothing could have prepared you for that. His length stretched you open until he was seated deep inside you, filling you up entirely to a point where you couldn’t even think of anything else other than him being balls deep inside you.

You moaned as he removed himself entirely and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to adjust to his size. He lowered his face again, and leaned into your ear, “Fuck….” you heard him moan; panting and swearing under his breath as he rocked into you.

You were a moaning mess under him in no time. He kissed your open mouth while he rammed into you over and over again, making your eyes tear up. The burning need subsided a little bit as his cock brushed against all the right spots inside you. “Buck… faster, please,” You whimpered.

He chuckled into your ear, “Needy little brat…” he mumbled as he sped up into you, making you lose your ability to focus on anything else other than him and his body. He pulled away from your face to look down at you, his metal hand coming up to wrap itself around your throat. “This is what you wanted since we left that lab, huh? For me to fuck your greedy little cunt? Hmm?” He taunted as he stretched you out completely. You lifted your legs up and wrapped them around his waist; allowing him to thrust deeper into you.

You felt tears escaping your eyes as he pulled you closer and pressed his forehead to yours fucking deeper into you. He was relentless; each moan which left your lips only encouraged him to get more and more rough.

You felt a pressure form in between your hips, your body begging for release. “Bucky… please.” You moaned, begging. For something, anything. You’d take anything at this point. But right when your walls started clenching around him and when you were just about to come undone; he pulled out.

“Please what?” He surprised himself with how he was able to tease you in this situation when all he wanted was to make both of you cum over and over again.

“I need to cum, Bucky please,” you cried, with tears in your eyes.

Bucky leaned in to kiss your swollen lips, not minding the tears. “Do you deserve it?” He asked, and you nodded immediately, your body shaking with how bad you needed to cum. “Oh you do, do you?”

You nodded again. “Please…please...”

“Well since you asked nicely…” Bucky flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips and pushed himself inside you again. You felt his muscular body press against the curve of your ass as he filled you up again.

He rocked into you from behind. His hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm against your lower abdomen. He liked how he could feel himself deep inside you with each thrust. And he liked how that drove you insane, he could by the way your walls gripped his cock.

“Feel that, little brat? That’s all you’re good for… to take my cock like a good little slut.” He whispered.

You groaned at the sound of his raspy voice, his words making you milk him even harder. “You wish, you dipshit.” You moaned as he sped up when you least expected it. You whimpered, and he chuckled now that he had you at his mercy.

His hand travelled all the way to your throat and he choked you gently as he bent down to whisper in your ear, “I can assure you that no one is ever gonna fuck you this good,” he boasted as he very gently squeezed the side of your throat. But hard enough to make you lose your mind.

You could only moan and whimper in response while he kept pounding into you incessantly. “Fuck… please....” you cried.

You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you couldn’t hold back anymore. You felt him quicken his pace as he chased his own orgasm. “Cum for me. Now.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You came undone, hard and fast; moaning his name as you did. Bucky came right after you.

You collapsed onto your bed, sprawled unevenly and not even caring. Your eyes were shut in fatigue, your heart racing and you could feel Bucky’s body heat right next to you. He was catching his breath too, mumbling something under his breath which you couldn’t catch.

For the first time in hours, you felt at ease. Your body wasn’t yearning anymore, but the hunger was still there. So when Bucky got up to leave, you grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back into bed with you.

He smirked as he fell helplessly onto your bed again, right next to you. “You want more, you greedy little brat?”

You punched his arm before getting up and getting on top of him again, sliding your body down his cock. He hissed as you did.

“Just another round.” You whispered, loving the sight of him under you. His tan skin against your white sheets, him moaning as you slowly lifted up and sank back down on his cock. Oh fuck…

You placed your hands on his muscular chest to hold yourself up as you sped up, riding him like you’ve been dreaming of this whole time. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you up and down his cock until you both found a pleasurable pace.

You weren’t going to last too long, but you just needed to have him buried deep inside you again. His thick, girthy cock stretched you open as you took him as best you could, moaning and whimpering desperately as he groaned and gasped under you.

Your walls gripping him and milking him like they had earlier, not even a few minutes ago. You felt the pressure forming nicely in between your hips again. You let out a loud moan as you felt his cock reach places it hadn’t before, turning you into a mess.

His grip on your hips tightened as he brought you down on his cock with force each time and thrusting upwards to fuck you deeper. “Cum for me.” He threw his head back, growling. “Cum for me again…”

Your hand grabbed him by the jaw and you leaned in to press your lips against his, claiming his open mouth and muffling his animalistic growls as you came undone around him again. Your orgasm then triggered his.

You fell limp on top of him right after and he instinctively cradled your head. “You okay?”

You nodded, your sweaty bodies pressed against each other but neither of you minding it. “Yeah.”

Bucky gently rolled to his side, letting you down on your side of the bed. You tried your best to calm your racing heart. Not to mention you felt much, much better than earlier.

Bucky got up to leave again, and you grabbed his hand before he got completely out of your bed. He turned to face you with a smirk then groaned dramatically, “Woman please, I’m not a machine. The pain will subside now, I believe we’ve done pretty good at fucking it out of our systems. I can’t go all night, seriously.”

You were in a haze so his words made you giggle. “You’re really leaving?”

He looked down at you, sprawled on your bed. Your face was glowing, you looked ethereal. “You want me to stay?” He asked, wondering where the sassy brat in you went.

You nodded.

He smirked, getting back into bed next to you, “What, now you're obsessed with me?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Shut up. I’m just saying since I might need you again in the morning, you might as well just sleep here.”

He pretended to be hurt. “Wow.” He didn’t mind that at all. He got under the covers with you, “So… is it just the chemicals or are we…?”

You snuggled closer to his side, he wrapped his arm around you, tucking your head under his chin. “Shh, I still hate you.” Your tired, soft voice reminded him of a sleepy kitten.

He held you closer. “Of course.” He looked down at you and saw that you had already fallen asleep on his chest. He cracked a soft smile, whispering under his breath, “Brat.”

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HUSBAND BTS A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Min Yoongi

A ⇴ AFFECTION

When the two of you aren’t around other people is when Yoongi will be most affectionate around you, even though the two of you are married, he still finds himself getting shy when being cuddly around other people with you.

B ⇴ BOYS

The other members are huge fans of you because they can always tell just how much you mean to Yoongi. You bring a different side of Yoongi out which they love, and most of all they love the smile that he has on his face whenever you’re in the room, a smile that no one else could ever bring to his face.

C ⇴ COMFORT

You both do a great job of simply understanding each other, quite often you won’t even have to mention that something is wrong because you can pick up on it with each other. Although Yoongi isn’t always the best with advice, he tries his hardest to be there for you just like you always are for him too.

D ⇴ DOMESTICATED

Yoongi definitely does his fair share of work around the house, even if he comes home late from the studio, he will help you out and take on jobs around the house. The last thing that Yoongi wants is for you to feel as if you’re the only one keeping the house going, and so he makes sure to be domestic no matter how tired he is, not wanting you to carry the load of keeping everything together by yourself.

E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT

Everything about your engagement was quiet, which perfectly summarised the two of you. Very few people even knew that the two of you were engaged until you shared a few photos from your wedding together. Neither of you needed the fuss that came with announcing that you were engaged, it very much felt like a moment that the two of you just wanted to enjoy just the two of you for as long as possible.

F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING

Yoongi’s favourite thing about being your husband is knowing that there is always someone there waiting for him when he walks through the front door. He’s pretty rubbish when he’s tired at taking care of himself, and so although you nag quite a lot, he’s glad that you’re on him when he comes home exhausted to make sure that he sticks to his routine and keeps his skin and his body in a healthy condition.

G ⇴ GOING OUT

Your marriage is very homely, there’s very little that the two of you enjoy more than just the company of each other. Although neither of you were very social anyway, being married and settled just gave you even more of an excuse to spend more time at home and shut yourselves out from the rest of the world.

H ⇴ HONEYMOON

The two of you stayed pretty local for your honeymoon, exploring around some of the hidden spots of Korea. The idea of a huge and extravagant holiday didn’t appeal to either of you and so you kept everything lowkey and stayed close to home, sticking to what you knew and the places that you knew you’d enjoy.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Although Yoongi didn’t tell you too often that he loved you, when he did, he made sure that you always knew that he meant it. You always knew that he loved you, you didn’t need to hear it all the time from him, but when you did hear it from him, you’d still feel your heart flutter like it did at the start of your relationship.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

If Yoongi felt jealous, that was usually the time when he would be affectionate with you in public, keeping this subtle but clear to other people that you were spoken for. Usually to make his point clear, Yoongi would take a hold of your hand and spin your wedding ring around on your finger so that it attracted the attention of others so that they could see for themselves that your husband was right beside you.

K ⇴ KIDS

It took a little while for kids to still be a conversation between the two of you, however, after a hectic time with work, Yoongi took you by surprise by suddenly bringing it up one evening, wondering what your thoughts were about starting a family whilst he had such a quiet period in his schedule.

L ⇴ LAZY DAYS

Even though your lazy days were supposed to be lazy, Yoongi still couldn’t help but think about work quite a lot of the time. Quite often the two of you would still do something, usually of Yoongi’s choosing so that he could try and get some inspiration out of it. Although he wasn’t working too hard, he would still be working on your lazy days and seeing what he could find to think about some song lyrics.

M ⇴ MORNINGS

Yoongi tended to be up before you in the mornings and typically out of the house before you stirred, and so most mornings you would wake up to an empty side of the bed, but there would also be a note on the pillow beside you as Yoongi wrote you a small note to wish you a good day, assuring you that he’d be home early too.

N ⇴ NIGHTS

You spent most of your evenings trying to help Yoongi switch off quite a lot of the time, work would still be on his mind quite a lot, and so it was up to you to help him forget about it so that he could get some rest in him.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Yoongi was obsessed with your company, even if the two of you weren’t necessarily talking, just being able to look across and see someone else in the room with him was something that he never took for granted.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

During those moments when times got hard for Yoongi, he was incredibly thankful to have you. Without your advice and support, Yoongi often questioned how he would get himself out of some of the blocks that he found himself in, making those moments the times that touched him and meant the most to him.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He loved to ask you for advice on the things that he was working on, especially with the two of you being married, your opinion and your support on his projects were two of the most valuable things to him.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

For quite some time Yoongi had introduced you as his wife before the two of you even got married as people loved to joke that you were like an old married couple. The two of you got each other perfectly, which left many people mistaking you for being married even before the two of you had gotten engaged.

S ⇴ SILENCE

Sometimes silence was what the two of you needed, especially when you were working. It was never an uncomfortable silence between the two of you either, you were both good at working without needing to talk whilst also knowing that the other was in the room and there whenever they were needed by the other.

T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS

Yoongi’s biggest trick for making your marriage work was learning to agree, even when he didn’t necessarily agree with you, he would nod his head so that he could save an argument between the two of you.

U ⇴ UPSET

The two of you knew exactly when the other was getting upset, and so hurting each other was something that very rarely happened between you both.

V ⇴ VISITS

When you felt that Yoongi was spending a particularly long amount of time at his studio, you would make sure to take the time in your day to head over and check on him and make sure that he was taking care of himself.

W ⇴ WISH LIST

The only thing that Yoongi wished for was that he would have you forever, he never wanted anything to get in the way of that.

X ⇴ XXXX

Private kisses were by far Yoongi’s favourite, when the two of you were in your own home and comfortable, he would find himself kissing you a lot more and making sure that you knew exactly how he felt about you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his wife, and that was something that Yoongi never tired of saying aloud.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Every night you could always hear Yoongi sigh whenever he cuddled up to you for the night. It was usually a sigh of content, knowing that he got to spend another night with you tucked up right into his side.

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