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DATE: MARCH 27, 2023

summary: as a challenge, you try to get yourself out of handcuffs. eventually, you find yourself unsuccessful, leaving you confined to your bed. when your roommate harry sees your predicament, he can’t help but be a little turned on, especially when he notices that you are too.

song: invisible string- taylor swift

words: 5.8k

warnings: SMUT (f-receiving [fingering, bondage {handcuffs}], m-receiving [masturbation], praise kink, unprotected sex [coming inside], dirty talk), some pining, and language

note: a cheesy ass storyline but it still has me in a chokehold. also, i’m posting this at 3 am :D (sorry if the gif is all weird)

fratrry x college!reader (my favorite pairing 🤭)

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“Oh, fuck me.”

It was stupid—you were so stupid.

Your heart falls in a panic as you thrash around on your bed, trying to break the cuffs surrounding your wrists.

You got caught up in a video. Some stupid video you scrolled to on the internet that explained how to escape handcuffs in an emergency. With a Bobby pin. You watched the full thing out of curiosity and boredom, but then decided to try it.

Because why the hell not, right?

Who the hell has a Bobby pin in an emergency? You didn’t think about this part until after you were stuck.

You rummaged through your messy closet, searching for the cuffs. Luckily, you were a bit of a hoarder and kept mainly everything you bought. One year for Halloween you were a cop (basic, but cute), so of course you had handcuffs when you bought the outfit.

Huh, they’re way nicer than you remember.

Snatching the handcuffs, you sat back on your bed and rewatched the video again. The demonstrator was handcuffed to the leg of a table while the instructor showed the camera and directed the viewers. Once you felt confident enough, you were going to attempt it.

At this moment, you didn’t think twice about how stupid it might be.

You looked around your room for somewhere to practice. You didn’t want to use the table in the small dining room because it was crowded with stuff on it. Plus, you didn’t want your roommate, Harry, to walk through the door and see you doing another stupid thing you found on the internet.

The amount of times he’s caught you doing something strange is ridiculous. To anyone else, it would be embarrassing. But Harry is your best friend, who is able to keep up with your madness, and who you might maybe have a crush on. Okay fine, it was a big, fat, stupid crush.

90% of the time your internet attempts were some type of trick that ends in something breaking.

But this—this has got to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever attempted.

Your eyes circled around the entire room before you landed on your bedpost.

Stable. Unmoving. Bingo.

Reaching up and turning your head, you locked one of the cuffs to your wrist. Then you grab the small pin in the other hand. You loop the chain around the pole and cuff that hand. Facing the locked cuffs, you cramp your hand in a certain way that allows you to ram the pin into the lock hole. You twist it easily and free yourself from the cuffs.

You smirk to yourself at how easy it was. You decide to do it another time. And then another. You got confident with the movements, so you switched the pin to your non-dominant hand. It was slightly trickier, but you were still able to release yourself.

Knowing yourself, you wouldn’t stop until the challenge became a real challenge. So you decided to make it a little harder.

You made sure your body was facing forward, away from the post, before looping the chain around the wooden pole. You clicked the cuff on your left wrist, locking you to the post.

Now, you would try to unlock the cuffs blindly.

With the pin in your dominant hand, you try to maneuver it so it can reach the lock opening. You feel around with your fingers as much as they allow, trying to picture where the hole is. Thinking you felt it, you confidently jam the pin into it before twisting it.

However, your confidence failed you because you were too cocky. The pin slides through one of the chain links that you mistook for the lock hole and slips from your fingers. You let out a small gasp as it does, realizing what position you’ve gotten yourself into this time.

“Oh, fuck me.”

It was stupid—you were so stupid.

Your heart falls in a panic as you thrash around on your bed, trying to break the cuffs surrounding your wrists. Your eyes dodge around the room, trying to think of a solution. You notice the key to the cuffs lying tantalizingly on the bed. It was way too close for you to reach it with your foot, and you obviously couldn’t bend your head down to grab it.

There was only one thing you would do; wait for Harry to come home.

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Harry presses a button on the treadmill, slowing down the conveyor belt beneath him. He huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath. Even though he feels like he’s killing himself at the gym sometimes, he can’t help but love the feeling afterwards. That post-workout sensation that motivates him to get up and walk in the gym the next day. It was addicting to say the least.

As he steps off the treadmill, his phone begins to buzz. He looks down at the contact, feeling his heart buzz similarly at the name. He slips his finger across the glass, answering your FaceTime call.

“What’s up?” Harry answers the phone, holding it up so you could see his sweaty face while he stares at your ceiling. He packs up his bag and heads towards the locker rooms.

“I need help,” You shout, loudly enough so Harry could hear you from the phone, which was at the end of the bed. You had finally used some cells in your brain to use Siri to FaceTime him. Harry scrunches his eyebrows and stands stucksill in the middle of the locker room. Without hesitation, he starts to head for the exit of the building, thinking you’re in some type of life-threatening emergency.

“What? Are you okay?” Harry speaks anxiously as he reaches his car and turns the engine on.

“I’m fine! I’m fine! I just need you to…help me out,” You reassure hastingly with a grunt, continuing to thrash around as if that’s going to work.

It hasn’t for the past half hour.

Harry’s heart calms down a few beats, since your life clearly isn’t threatened. He hears the clanging of the metal to the wood.

“What’s that noise?” He questions, scrunching his nose.

“It’s, um, me,” You squeak vaguely. It was so embarrassing that the words couldn’t even leave your mouth without a cringe rolling through your body.

In a flashing moment, the pieces finally clicked in Harry’s head.

“You did another challenge again, didn’t you?” You stayed silent, too stubborn to admit that he was right and that you were stupid. He knew you well enough to know that your silence meant he was right, so he scoffed and groaned before hanging up the phone.

After parking in his usual spot, he grabs his gym bag and heads for your shared apartment. He trudges up the stairs, his legs brutally sore after today. Harry fumbles with the keys until he unlocks the door. When he walks in, he instantly hears you shouting his name in relief.

“Harry! Oh my god!” Harry knew it was wrong to be thinking the way he was thinking, but he couldn’t help it.

He imagined those words as moans spewing from your mouth as you lie underneath him. He envisioned fucking you deep and slow so you’d feel every inch of him. If he lingered on the idea long enough, he could imagine the depth of your cunt as he sinks into it, all wet and snug around his cock. Your hands would pull on his hair as he said the most sinful things to you. Some nights he had to conjure this type of fantasy to relieve himself, and he felt selfish every time.

He couldn’t believe that he was turned on simply from your voice.

God, he wanted you so bad.

Throwing his gym bag on the messy table, he heads for your room and discards his thoughts. The door is wide open, and before he even gets inside, he’s facing your predicament.

Your arms are raised above your head while your wrists remain trapped in metal confinements. Your body was slumped, probably tired from trying to escape. Your chest rises up and down in frustration. He could sense the irritation radiating off of you. It was laughable. Very, very laughable.

But his mind wandered back to his thoughts from a few minutes ago when he imagined pounding into you. Now, in his new fantasy, you were cuffed to your bed. Just like you are now, you wouldn’t be able to have your hands in his hair, but he’d lower his head in between your legs this time. The thought—the sight— of you in those cuffs was about to send him in a spiral.

He was half hard.

“Fuck me,” He muttered, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply.

“Are you going to help me or just stand there and watch my misery?”

“I don’t know, I kind of like it,” Harry teased, being honest, but not in the way you probably thought.

You weren’t the type for one-night stands. But when he saw you bring home the person you were dating (at the time), some deep, unwanted feeling burned in his stomach. Harry eventually labeled the feeling as hatred; he hated everyone you brought home, no matter how nice they were in the morning aftermath. You and Harry got too close, too friendly for anything like that to be allowed.

So, he would invite girls over because he realized he couldn’t have you. And eventually that created a cycle he couldn’t break because, again, he couldn’t have you. He couldn’t break it without you. No amount of girls or any other girls made him feel the way you made him feel.

He thought whatever he was feeling for you made him weak, but it really made him stronger, better.

Now, he stood a few feet from your bed, arms crossed in amusement. He hopes that if he joked enough you wouldn’t notice the bulge growing in his gym shorts.

You felt a rush of heat creep up your neck at his words. Although he can be sweet and soft, Harry was as much of a frat boy as the rest of them. He talked women up and brought them back to his room with his panty-melting smirk. You couldn’t help but envy them every time you heard the noises they made, knowing that Harry was the one causing them. Your stupid crush and hormonal body made his words sound like some sexual innuendo, but you knew Harry wouldn’t truly have any intentions behind it.

So what if he makes flirty, teasing comments that make your stomach drop and your heart race a million miles an hour? They weren’t intentional and he does it with everyone.

“Like it? Kinky shit,” You mumbled to yourself as your neck burns up, but of course Harry wasn’t going to let that slide. He was going to have a little fun with it.

“What did you say?” Harry leaned towards you with his ear, now wandering closer to your bed. You glared at him in irritation.

“Nothing. Just open the cuffs!” You said, ignoring him without making eye contact.

“No, I don’t think I will. This is quite fun actually,” He crosses his arms and smugly smiles, teetering on his feet. He should have left by now to take care of his erection that’s pulsing in his shorts, but he’s having too much fun. This is truly one of the stupidest things you’ve done. You roll your eyes as you wriggle your wrists pathetically, attempting a lost cause. Harry laughs, clearly enjoying your misery.

“Do you get off on this or something?”

“Maybe,” Harry shrugs. You don’t know why, but your heart skipped a beat and your neck continued to be aflame. The slight thought that Harry might be attracted to you, even if it was you at your mercy, caught you off guard. Slightly. “You have to admit it’s a little arousing.”

Your heart rate increases as he steps closer to you, eyes doe-y and wide as you take in the view. Every comeback or quick wit washes away from you.

“Is it?” He asks.

“Is it what?” You try to focus on the conversation, but it’s hard when his post-workout body is standing only inches away from you. In any other scenario, you would have pushed him away or brushed off his comment. But you can’t run away this time. Instead of looking at him, you stare at some spot on the floor.

“Is it arousing for you? To be all helpless and needy?” His voice is taunting. His words caused your cunt to instinctively clench, making your thighs do the same. His eyesight peered at your legs for a moment, hopefully not noticing the action.

“No,” You lied straight through your teeth. Your hands turned into fists as you dug your nails into your palms, trying to keep it together.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes,” No.

“I don’t like liars, Y/N,” Harry raises his eyebrows in a hurtful way and then slowly starts backing away. You shake your head in confusion as he heads for the door. “Now, I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be back.”

“Harry Edward Styles, do not leave me here!” You shout as you squirm for the millionth time. But he leaves and walks out of the room. He purposefully leaves the door open and heads down the hall into your shared bathroom.

Harry had a plan. If you weren’t willingly going to tell him you were aroused, which it was very obvious that you are, he would tease you. It was his greatest strength.

After turning on the shower and stripping from his clothes, he purposefully leaves his door open too, so you can hear everything. Once he gets in, he doesn’t hesitate to take his aching erection in his palm. He strokes his length as his body gets lathered in water.

Pictures of you with the cuffs appear in his head; helpless, needy, and vulnerable, just like he said. Based on your reactions, he could tell you were turned on by something and Harry was sure to crack you. He’s been waiting for this moment for a long time. Now, all he has to do is not fuck up.

He imagines you squirming underneath him as he rubs your clit, desperate for relief and freedom from the confinements.

“Harry!” You called out, but it was hopeless. You could hear him in the shower, taunting you. Your mind went straight to the image of his naked body and pictured it above you. You’ve never even seen him fully naked, but just the thought of it aroused you even more.

His strokes became faster as you shouted, rubbing his thumb over his leaking slit. In his mind, he translated them as moans of his name, which motivated him to pump brisker.

“Fuck, Y/N,” He groaned loud, for once hoping you heard him.

His balls tighten as another fantasy explores his mind: you on your knees, cuffs behind your back, as you suck his cock. Your eyes peering up at him innocently with tears brimming your ducts would send him into a lustful frenzy. He moaned noisily, his sounds bouncing off the tiled walls and down the hall.

You could hear everything. Including the way his name groggily fell from his lips in that sultry voice you only heard in dreams. Your panties dampened with each loud groan, forcing you to bend your knees toward your chest and rub them together to stop the nearly painful ache.

It was so unfair.

“I’m gonna come, angel,” He nearly whined as his palm slammed on the shower wall, fist pumping fiercely to reach his orgasm. The name slipped from his mouth, but it fit you perfectly.

A small whimper elicited from your lips at his noises, your legs crossing together in agony. You controlled yourself to not roll your hips in the air, because that was rock-bottom level pathetic, no matter how badly you needed him. This was torture.

His knees nearly buckled when his orgasm hit him hard, his balls squeezing and shaft twitching. Spurts of his release paint the walls that are soon washed away by the water as he calms himself down. With breathy sounds and dazed movements, he completes the rest of his shower before turning the water off and wrapping a towel around his waist.

He barely wastes time drying off before waltzing back into your room. Staring at your helpless figure caused a familiar ache in his cock, even though he just had an orgasm. He was insatiable when it came to you apparently.

Your eyes shot daggers at Harry, freshly showered and smelling like some woodsy soap that only reminded you of him. A white towel hung low around his waist and water droplets stuck to his body like he was straight out of a rom-com film. The burning in your lower belly and the pulsing between your legs never ceased. Your chest was rising quicker than it should have for being chained to the bed.

“Something you want to say?” Harry taunted with that smug smirk plastered on his face, slowly padding towards your bed.

His eyes pierced into yours, trying to force you into admitting. He sat on the edge of your bed beside your bare legs with the towel daring to slip off. Your head told you to not fall for his longing gaze while your body begged you to submit.

Your logic could only take you so far with the overpowerment of your body.

“No,” You replied with clenched teeth.

“No?”

He brought his hand to smooth over your shins, firing bolts of electricity straight to your clit. You involuntarily squeezed your thighs again to dull the ache, and you hated yourself for how obvious your arousal was. Harry slightly tilted his head condescendingly innocent, waiting for your response. But you tightly bit your bottom lip, refusing to say another word. You didn’t trust your next breath because if he kept touching you, you’d moan from just his hands on your knees.

“Hypothetically,” You didn’t like where this was going. It was scary, out-of-the-friend-zone territory. “If I were to check, you’re saying you wouldn’t be wet at all?”

You bit on your tongue. Hard. Harry shouldn’t be allowed to say the word “wet” in his deep, post-orgasm voice. When he touches you, you shouldn’t cave so easily.

Why did you have to like him? Your best friend and your roommate? That’s setting yourself up for failure.

Being the stubborn person that you are, you still continued to play snarky, even if you were soaking so much in your panties that you might be leaking through your shorts. “Not a single drop.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I jus’ took a look, right? I know you jus’ love being right,” His hands rub along your legs until they’re on your knees and lower thighs.

He’s not wrong, and you hate that. Why does he have to make everything so difficult? He could simply just unlock the cuffs and go back into his room like nothing happened. So why is he making such a big deal about it? Unless he…no way.

“Go right ahead,” You tried to sound confident, but you squeaked, heart beating rapidly. Did he want this as much as you?

A sly smirk creeps onto his lips as his palms snake higher up your legs until they’re at the hem of your shorts. Your breath hitches in your throat, too afraid to make any noise because it might betray you. How does one act unaffected when they are very much affected?

“Gonna take these off now,” He narrates, and then slowly slides off your shorts. You didn’t breathe, just watched it happen. Your heart was running a marathon in your chest, and you thought you might go into cardiac arrest. With your shorts now on the floor, your legs remain closed. You know that the second you open them you will be proven wrong.

Harry’s fingers sneak in between your thighs and practically pry them open, your right leg hanging off the bed. You gasp at the sudden vulnerability and sharply turn your head in embarrassment. You can feel his smirk and piercing eyes burn into your skin screaming “told you so” while he tsks, but he doesn’t openly say it. He caresses your upper thighs, so close to your panty line.

“Aw,” He says patronizingly when his hands pinch the sensitive skin of your thighs, causing you to subtly roll your hips toward him with a small yelp. “Helpless and needy.”

“Harry,” You tried to sound threatening, but it was breathy and quiet. “We…can’t.”

“Why not?” His reply was instant, almost too fast for you to register. His hand gripped your thigh, making you whimper shyly. You didn’t have a valid reason why you couldn’t.

The worst thing that would happen is that you would fall in love with him and he would leave you in the dust, just like every other one of his hook-ups. You didn’t want to be that to Harry. If you two did this, would everything you guys have built as friends just go to waste? Would you have to move out and find a new place?

“I don’t just want to be another one of your hook-ups. When I have sex, it means something to me,” Why did you always have to make it so difficult? God, you’ve wanted him for the longest time and you’re saying this? He’s just going to run away. He doesn’t want to deal with this shit.

“Y/N, I promise you’re not jus’ another one of those girls. If you knew what I was thinkin’...”

“What are you thinking?” You whispered. His fingers trail up to your panties and tickle the area of your mound. You gasp, as the pad of his thumb presses to your clit. It pulses and throbs beneath him, begging to be touched without the barrier of the thin fabric.

“Want to feel you wrapped ‘round me while I’m deep inside of you,” He informed gravely, eyes concentrated on his own fingers. You whimper again, pushing your hips into his touch. “Want to hear your sweet noises.”

“Oh,” You bite your lip harshly.

“Want to kiss you. Everywhere. Want to wake up and see you next to me. Want to come home to you in my bed, in my clothes.”

“Harry,” This time, his name fell from your lips as a delicate moan, endeared by his words. Your mind becomes hazy from everything; his touch, his voice, his words. You only need one thing now. “Please.”

That’s all he needed. He gradually slips off your panties until they’re joining your shorts on the floor. The air breezes over your drenched cunt, contrasting the burning of your skin. His thumb rubs over your bundle of nerves again, but this time you mewl at the bare contact.

“You’re soaked, angel,” Voice rough and deep, he grunts as his middle finger teases your wet folds. You buck into his hand, desperate for more. Harry’s lips curl into that familiar smirk before he slips his finger inside.

You moan noisily, not trying to remain quiet anymore. You didn’t care. His digit runs deep, nudging your G-spot. The deeper he went, the more your folds could feel his icy cold ring. You panted and wheezed embarrassingly when he slipped his ring finger inside. He pumps torturing slowly, making it possible for you to feel every detail of his skin sliding in and out of you. Your eyes roll back while your hips squirm under him. He glides his opposite hand beneath your T-shirt, thumbs caressing the underside of your breast.

“Harry, fuck,” Your stomach burned. Actually, everything burned. Your wrists struggled against the metal. Your muscles coiled tightly, alerting you that you were getting close. You weren’t surprised that he had you on the brink of an orgasm in a matter of a few minutes.

“Am I making you feel good, angel?” Lustful and sensual, Harry began to pump faster, realizing you were close. Your back arched toward him, seeking to be closer. You wanted to be melting into his skin because you were so attached to him.

“So good, H. I’m close,” You mewled as his thumb brushed over your pebbled nipple. He multi-tasked; his index finger and thumb twisted your aching nipple while his other hand curled deliciously inside of you. Your walls squeezed his digits and your legs began to spasm at the overwhelming sensations.

Not a second later, you felt a wave of relief flush over your body. Your heart thumped rapidly against your ribs and your face scrunched in undeniable pleasure. Harry’s movements slowed as he helped you ride out your unforgettable orgasm.

“You’re so pretty when you come, baby,” Harry compliments, still caressing your breast. You wearily smile, heat burning your skin from his words. He raises his fingers up to his own mouth and licks away your release. For some reason, you opened your mouth thinking he was going to put them in yours.

His eyebrows raise and that cocky smirk comes back before he’s laying his damp digits on your tongue. You suck, swirling your tongue erotically as he barely moves them. Your glossy eyes remain locked on his, never looking away.

“Fuck,” He mumbles before yanking them out of your mouth. His cock twitches impatiently under the towel, neglected. “Dirty girl, huh?” It was your turn to smirk now.

“Need to be inside of you,” He removes the towel and you nearly faint right there. Long and thick, his cock was pink and pulsing at the tip. Precum oozed from his slit and you had the urge to put him in your mouth just like his fingers had been. Harry’s eyes looked at you like he was hungry, and if he didn’t have you he would starve.

“H, what the hell,” You wheezed as he spread your legs wider apart and stroked his painful erection with his palm.

“What?” He questions, hissing as he looks at your soaking pussy again. He never wants to forget the sight of you fucking drenched for him. He’s wanted this too long and too much for this to be a simple one-time thing.

He knows that the second he enters you, you are his. No one else’s. He’s going to ruin you for every other man.

“You’re… huge. Where have you been hiding that thing?” Panting, you start to get nervous. Everything becomes so real. This wasn’t a part of your imagination or some fantasy you conjured up. Harry was really in front of you, and he just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm.

You force yourself to get out of your head and live in the moment for once.

Harry chuckles hoarsely, and leads his tip towards your entrance. His body hovers over yours, face cradling in your neck. “Fuck, my condoms are in my room–”

“I’m on birth control.”

“I–are y’sure? About this, I mean.”

“I’ve never been more ready,” You smile at him endearingly. If your hands were free, you would have stroked his cheek.

“And I’ve also never been so impatient–” Cutting you off, Harry finally slides into you a couple of inches. You both share a string of groans and moans at the completely bare contact. You were more snug around Harry than he’d imagined—he thought he was going to come on the spot. He’s barely halfway in and you already feel a stretch.

More arousal leaks from you while your walls throb around him. His lips press into the skin of your neck and you inhale that woodsy scent again like flavored oxygen. Like you need it to live. His damp hair tickles your neck while your chest moves rapidly with the beat of your heart. You wish you could lace your hands through it.

“I need you to move, H,” You whisper, so quietly that if he wasn’t so close to you he probably wouldn’t have heard.

Obeying your request, he pulls out almost all the way before sinking back into you. Most of his length is in you as he pumps leisurely. Harry grits his teeth as your walls flutter around him, clutching him like a goddamn vice. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He doesn’t want to ruin this by going too hard. He wants to savor this moment forever. He repeats the action a few times before you get frustratingly impatient.

“Harry, I need more. Please,” Your words of plead cause him to screw his eyes shut.

“I don’t want to hurt you, angel.”

“Big ego you got there,” You roll your eyes as you rock your hips towards his. “Fuck me like you hate me. Please.”

A wavering sigh falls from his lips before he yanks himself completely out of you. You thought for a moment that you scared him off, but then, his cock slams back into you. An echoing moan bounces off the walls of the room while he pounds roughly.

His pace is brutal and concentrated, the head of his dick repeatedly hitting that sensitive spot inside of you. Your pussy clenches him, never wanting to let him go. Harry bucks his hips, ramming into your cunt at a new angle. Out of instinct, you go to move your hands to touch him, but are painfully reminded that you can’t.

“I want to touch you,” You plead, thrashing your wrists within the metal cuffs.

“No,” Grunting, he thrusted impossibly deeper–he practically melted into you.

You groan while he lifts up your left leg to shift it. He moves strategically and briskly, his thrusts never falting. Your eyes spin to the back of your head while the world around you seems to fade away. The only things that existed were you and Harry. But even in this moment, you two felt like you were one. When his lips began littering soft, pinched kisses on your neck, you thought you were going to lose it.

“Oh my God, Harry,” You sighed, hazy in bliss. Every ridge and vein of his cock could be felt through each hearty thrust. His noises varied from deep growls and soft moans, and you swear with just his sounds you teetered closer to your second orgasm.

“So fuckin’ tight, angel,” His breath fanned over your neck that was being covered in his love bites. The noises that fell from your lips were uncontrollable; you didn’t care if your neighbors could hear and you didn’t care if they would send a complaint the next day.

“Kiss me, H,” He didn’t hesitate to listen. After months of waiting, his lips finally collided with yours.

Interlocking, your lips molded together like the perfect experiment. Your chemistry bubbled up and created a flame the color of ecstasy. A firework of emotions burst all around you. He never halts his movements, pumping barbarically in and out while his tongue explores your mouth. To kill you even more, his free hand slips down in between you both and rubs your throbbing clit with a brutal pace.

How does he know how, when, and where to hit?

You become overwhelmed with feeling; everything was so pleasant and blissful, even if the scene was unbelievably dirty, it just aroused you more. Even if it was too much, you somehow couldn’t get enough.

He mumbles profanities as you squeeze his shaft firmly because that familiar wave was so close. Just a few more thrusts…

“Killin’ me every time you do that, baby.”

“I’m gonna come. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” As you spoke, your muscles tightened and your legs wrapped around his torso, forcing him lower inside. He groans as you clenched around him again, orgasm finally releasing from you. Broken moans echo throughout the room as your high causes you to feel floaty. Your heart thumps in euphoria and overwhelming affection. Surrounded in a cloud of rapture, the only thing on your mind was to have him come inside of you.

Luckily, he wasn’t far behind. As he attempts to pull out, about to come, you whine and beg him to stay.

“Want me to come in you, hm? Who knew you were so dirty,” He taunts and you hum in response, simply just feeling him as you ride out your high. “Gonna be the death of me, angel.”

You jerked your hips forward, sensitive and squirmy, as his cock twitches. Before you know it, Harry is coating your walls with his release. Your eyes roll back for the hundredth time tonight, savoring the sensation of his ropes of cum. His heart pounds quickly like a galloping horse, still in denial of everything that just occurred.

Everything felt so surreal, you were positive that Harry had sent you into an oblivion. His strokes become sloppy as he tucks every last drop into your cunt, just like you wanted.

“H…” You don’t even know what to say. You were speechless. Harry literally fucked the words out of you.

“Are you okay?” Was his first question, his first words to you in the aftermath. Your heart swells for some odd reason, even though that is the bare minimum.

“Yes,” Was the only thing you could say in response. In a moment, you came to the realization that the bottom half of your body was naked. Your muscles jittered as you close your legs, covered in wetness.

“Y/N, I…” He wanted to tell you everything. Right now. There was no better moment than right now to tell you everything. Right?

But how does he say it?

You knew Harry was about to say something sentimental or serious. You knew when he was about to say something meaningful that it took him time to find the right words. That was one of the things you found most endearing and adorable about him. His next words were either going to break your heart or make you want to have sex again. Either way, you might cry.

“I feel fuckin’ stupid,” Okay, those were not the meaningful words you expected to come out of his mouth. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “I feel fuckin’ stupid for you. Do y’know how hard it is to live with someone you feel so strongly about? It’s bloody crazy. You drive me insane, Y/N. I’ve waited so long for this thinking that if I had you once it would be enough. But I like you too much for this to be a one-time thing. I need more than this. I need you.”

Your mouth was wide open, shoulders slouching with your arms hanging. You were positive your arms had fallen asleep with the amount of time they’ve been hanging, but your heart was too full to care. That organ in your chest inflated with the admission he spoke. Those words might not have been as heartwarming or movie-like to other people, but to you, there was a strong, heartfelt passion that was real and true. You were surprised he cracked first. You surely thought it would be you.

“Harry, I–”

“If you don’t feel the same, I understand–”

“Goddamnit, Harry! Take these cuffs off of me so I can kiss you, you doof!”

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i thought this was only going to be 2k, so you’re welcome <3

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gimmeurtmi · 2 years

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code name: brat? — lee know

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, good girl gone bratty, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, dom!minho, phone sex, edging, roleplay, reader is into minho wearing the police uniform, light choking, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, overstimulation a bit, angsty, use of "good girl", "brat", "sir", some light degradation, praising, lmk if i forgot any!

inspo: the making of case 143, 11:48. and just.. minho in that outfit.

notes: i got soooo carried away with this. it's also completely self indulgent lmao but yeah. also--cops are not attractive to me, lee minho is. thanks.

{ wc: 7531 }

it was normal for you to text your boyfriend throughout the day—his work and yours meaning it was only rare you got to spend most of the day together. so the pair of you usually told the other what you were getting up to via text and pictures, to feel closer to each other.

however, it was less normal for you to react so… physically to one of his completely normal texts.

you were having lunch with your friends, a small buzz from your phone pulling you away from the conversation momentarily.

bunny<3: this outfit is stupid but at least it’s one of the comfiest ones we have this shoot

and attached below was a picture of him dressed as a police officer. he took it in front of a mirror, so you could clearly see exactly how the outfit looked on him.

in your opinion, it was anything but stupid. the tan coloured trousers sat beautifully around his thighs, even if they were baggy, but your eyes immediately went to the thick chain around his neck and the inappropriate thoughts it provoked into your brain.

you: don’t look stupid at all. how’s the shoot going?

bunny<3: smooth so far. you think it looks alright?

you: yeah nice

you replied, trying your best to show some decorum. you didn’t want to thirst over your boyfriend to his face; he would never let you hear the end of it.

you got back to your conversation, adding your opinion on your friend’s enormous crush on their co-worker, but then your phone buzzed again.

you opened up another message from your boyfriend, a second picture attached.

it was a picture of his lap, his thighs spread over a leather seat, you guessed he was sitting in a car, and in front of his lap was his hand holding a pink heart. it had a face on it, and you recognised it as a new visual concept of their comeback.

bunny<3: i took pipi hostage

you: oh is that his name?

you: what are your terms of releasing the poor fluffy thing?

you: also why are you in a car i thought it was a long shoot today

bunny<3: give me a kiss and i’ll release him

bunny<3: i am in a car for work purposes

and attached was a picture of minho leaning against a police car, changbin in the background wearing a similar outfit. he didn’t look nearly as good as minho.

he had his hands stuffed into his pockets, accentuating his thighs as well as his forearms.

you almost felt the need to grab his biceps tightly like you did in much more intimate settings.

then, for no reason other than to torment yourself, you swiped back to the previous picture he sent, spending a precious amount of time taking in the way his lap looked so inviting, the way his fingers wrapped around the pink plush, the way you wished his fingers were on you, or in you, at that very exact moment.

you: oh my god

is the best you could reply with, quickly locking your phone to focus on the conversation around you. you had no idea what your friends were talking about.

bunny<3: ?

you: you just look very nice

bunny<3: thanks.

you: are you gonna be wearing that outfit often?

bunny<3: probably. why?

you took in a big breathe, daring yourself to be bold, and quickly typed out the following message.

you: we need to find a time for you to fuck me in that outfit.

you shoved your phone in your pocket straight after.

it was only after you ordered dessert, some forty minutes later, that he replied.

bunny<3: are you serious?

you: haha of course not :)

bunny<3: if you are, be honest

you: yeah, serious

bunny<3: why?? does the outfit turn you on?

you: why am i being honest if you’re judging me???

bunny<3: i’m not judging you baby i just don’t understand

you: maybe i’m imagining some cheesy porn storyline

bunny<3: fucking your way out of a ticket?

you: oh god yeah

bunny<3: my good girl imagining herself getting in trouble..?

bunny<3: so not like you

you: but that outfit, min… you look so so good in it

bunny<3: you’re never bratty though

you: who said i’d be bratty? if i got in trouble i’d be so so good just to get out of it

bunny<3: so you’d still be good for me?

you: always <3

bunny<3: i gotta get back to work my love. but don’t stop yourself from sharing some more of these wonderful thoughts

bunny<3: i love when your mind comes up with dirty shit

at that you pulled your phone away, smiling to yourself, and earning a comment about how whipped you were. you rolled your eyes bashfully. they were not wrong.

after getting through your day you were back home, under your warm blanket. the cats were playing away in the other room, as was evident by the meows echoing through the walls of your otherwise empty flat. minho still wasn’t home, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t find other ways to entertain yourself.

you still had the pictures he sent you after all.

you let your imagination wander, thinking about what his outfit was doing to you—and feeling it, too. your body was on fire as you touched yourself, imagining it was him instead with the tight black shirt on. imagining you were pulling him closer by his big black vest.

you decided it was wrong of you to be selfish.

you: thinking of riding you in the back of that police car while you wait to bring me into the station

you didn’t get an answer, and you doubt you would anytime soon. to make it just a little more interesting, though, you snapped a picture of your lap—your hand disappearing into your underwear.

bunny<3: i don’t quite remember telling you you could touch

you: oh, didn’t realise it was against the law to make myself cum while my boyfriend is too busy to do it for me

bunny<3: think of your next words carefully.

bunny<3: are you still touching?

you knew that was his way of telling you to stop, but really, it just made you go faster. there was something incredibly exciting about not listening to him for once. about breaking the rules.

you: yes. it feels so good, too. rubbing my clit thinking about you and your gorgeous hands..

you: bet you look soooo good dancing in that outfit too.

as if he knew you’d say that, a video came through next—of minho and his dance partners, felix and hyunjin, practicing their choreography while the crew were moving a few props in the background.

minho was counting them down, and you barely even realised there were two other people dancing in the video next to him. your eyes were glued to him, to his body, to his intense stare as he moved in perfect sync with his partners. the chain around his neck bounced a bit as he moved. and god, his hair was so beautiful in this new style.

you wanted to pull on it as he buried himself inside you.

you: fuck when are you coming home

bunny<3: not until wednesday baby, don’t you remember?

bunny<3: we’re staying in a hotel close to the location

you: oh goddd you should’ve told me that before i made myself all horny for you :(

bunny<3: play stupid games win stupid prizes

you: can i cum before you get back?

bunny<3: so now you’re asking for permission?

you could almost see the raise of his brows in front of you.

bunny<3: i don’t care what you do

you: …what

next came a voice recording.

“hey, jagi. you know you can always do what you want,” he said sweetly, his voice low as he spoke close to the phone, “but we can play this game? i didn’t mean that to come off rude, i’m just trying to understand what part of this police thing you like,” he giggled softly. “also, i miss your face. can we talk about this over facetime in like twenty minutes?”

“yeah, of course,” you recorded back, “i need to make some food anyway.”

after you cleaned yourself up and started getting a few things ready for dinner, your phone rang with an incoming facetime call from your boyfriend.

“heeeey,” he smiled widely, taking in your features as you placed the phone next to the stove.

“hey,” you smiled, and the pair of you started telling each other all about your days and what you got up to in the time between your texts.

“so..” he said, taking a moment to look around himself and make sure he was indeed alone. “tell me more about your weird kink, then.”

you could feel yourself blushing slightly, but it was only minho, so you couldn’t really be that embarrassed in front of him.

“stop judging me,” the pair of you laughed, “i just think you look good in it.”

“so it’s just the outfit?” he tried to confirm, “or do you want me to lean in it?”

“lean into it like how?”

“like…” he trailed off, taking a moment to lick his lips as he smirked at you, “if you don’t want to spend the night in jail you should give me what i want.”

“you’re a pervert,” you giggled at him.

at that, minho raised his eyebrows at you—thinking the only conclusion that made sense was that you were the pervert, actually.

“so what are you eating then?” he changed the subject gracefully, focusing instead on your movements around the kitchen. you were making the only dish you knew how to—minho was better at cooking than you—and while he suggested a few things to add you almost forgot about the Thing you two were talking about earlier.

it wasn’t until you put your dishes away and cleaned after yourself that he brought it up again.

“if i do steal this outfit,” he started, “you have to make it worth my efforts.”

“is that a threat, min?”

“it can be,” he smirked. “think we can break your record if i steal it?”

the record, of course, was referring to the night your boyfriend made you cum five times in a row before you had to push him off—and ever since that achievement, he’s been trying to find ways to get all the way up to a sixth.

you hummed a little, unconsciously bringing your finger up to your lips.

“maybe,” you said softly.

“it might be easier for us if you behave while i’m gone,”

“i always behave, min,” you chuckled.

“you weren’t earlier when you sent me that picture,” he reminded you with a firm gaze.

“so, basically, you’re asking me not to touch myself until you get back in three days?”

“if you’re even capable of that,” he teased.

“shut up,” you said, the urge to kiss him through the screen overwhelming you slightly. but that was an urge you were quite used to with the kind of schedule he had.

“so, okay?” he asked, softly, to confirm you indeed wanted to play whatever game the two of you were about to get into.

“sure. i mean, you know i’ll tell you if i don’t want to,” you smiled.

he smiled back, so softly, his eyes swimming with what could only be described as adoration.

“of course. i just like checking you’re all good, jagi.”

“i know.” you couldn’t bring the smile off your face, and the pair of you concluded your hour long chat as you crawled back into your shared bed.

“goodnight, my love,” he said softly, as he nuzzled into his pillow—mirroring you.

“goodnight. have fun shooting tomorrow!”

you did your best to behave. you always did with minho, that’s the kind of effect he had on you, but the more you thought about it—the more you wanted to be bad. to break his rules and see just how he’d punish you. you didn’t often defy him and his requests, so punishments were so rare from him. it was part of being so obedient that you liked, but something just made you restless with the thought of not listening.

so the next time minho facetimed you, you decided to be bold.

“hey!” he said with a smile, his makeup from the shoot still on. he must’ve called you as soon as he got back to his room.

you didn’t say anything back, instead, you reversed the camera and showed him your lap again.

“baby, you’re not on front facing,” he pouted, oh so cutely. but you knew he’d change his attitude in three seconds.

you spread your legs in front of him, his eyebrows frowning at you curiously as he watched. you decided this was the best idea ever as you had his face right in front of you, seeing his reaction, while all he could see was the hand on your crotch.

“jagiya?” he tried, but all you did in response was sink a finger into your heat. you let out a soft moan, one you knew he could hear with how close the microphone was to your face.

“oh my god, what are you doing?”

so you added another finger.

“baby, this is the opposite of what i told you to do,” he said firmly, so you moved your fingers quickly—making sure to capture the scene as best you could.

he was enjoying the show, you could tell by the way he was biting his lip as he looked on mesmerised by your movements.

“not gonna be a brat, my ass,” he mumbled with a smirk.

“turn your camera around, now.” his tone was so firm, the obedient side of you couldn’t ignore it, so you quickly sat up and followed his order.

“what the fuck was that?”

“what?” you faked innocence.

“i leave you alone for two days and you’re a needy brat now?” you tried so hard not to smirk. “can you answer me?”

“i was just having fun,” you shrugged.

“you know you don’t have fun without me,” he said, the cockiness in his voice making you clench around your fingers. “besides, jagi, i told you not to.”

“and i decided i don’t care what you said,” you said, simply.

minho’s eyebrows shot right up to his hair. you have never spoken back to him like that before.

“what the fuck,” he mumbled.

an immense sense of pride took over you as you left the lee minho speechless. but it was short lived.

“so you’re trying to get in trouble now,” you nodded with a smirk, “get that bratty smile off your face.”

you giggled, pulling your fingers out slowly. a small gasp followed your actions, minho clearly knowing what you just did—and before he could praise you for listening, you dipped your fingers into your mouth and sucked the wetness off them.

“if only you could taste how wet i am, min.”

he brought a hand to his hair, pulling on the dark blue strands. minho had no idea where this was coming from, and the shock on his face made it all so much better. so much more exciting.

“okay,” he said, somewhat calm, “are you done, did you get it out your system?”

“maybe,” you said.

“can you go back to listening to me?”

“not if you’re gonna be all boring and tell me i can’t do what i want,” you pouted.

“and what do you want to do, brat?” he never called you that—he only ever praised you. but you liked this name just as much.

“i wanna edge,” you sighed.

“what?” he laughed, “why the fuck do you think i’m gonna let you do that now, after your little show?”

“well, because i didn’t ask you. i just answered your question.”

“oh my god,” minho let you out. you could tell how much this was frustrating him, how much this was getting under his skin. and you loved it.

he took a moment to compose himself, licking over his lips before he smirked. it was the kind of smirk that made you think you were definitely gonna lose this round, but you promised yourself you’d be strong.

“you know you’re only doing this because i’m not there. you’d be on your knees in seconds if i was in front of you. it’s cute that you’re being brave, baby, but we both know you’re trying so hard not to listen to me.”

“there’s not much to listen to, min,” you swallowed slowly, “it’s not like you’re telling me what to do instead.”

“you’re not gonna manage to rope me into your little bratty game, babe.”

“i’m not playing a game, sir,” you said, just to mess with him, “all i’m doing is touching my clit.”

“and if i told you to get your pink vibe and start edging?” he smirked.

it was some reverse psychology, you knew, but at least it was better than being told not to touch. so you quickly grabbed the vibe and turned it on.

“like this?” you said, breathy, as you touched the toy to your pussy.

“yeah, baby, put it on the lowest setting for me and move it slowly.”

you nodded, doing as you were told, and minho smiled at you. it was almost as if he was relieved. but then, you pressed the button, the vibrations getting louder.

“i don’t remember that setting being so noisy, darling,” he clicked his tongue.

“it’s on six,” you let out as you swallowed more air.

“is six the lowest?”

“no,” you chuckled, rubbing the toy in slow circles around your bud.

“you’re gonna get a lot more than you can handle if you keep up with this nonsense,” he warned.

“sounds like a promise, min,” you smiled, the knot in your stomach tightening, “fuck!”

your chest rose up and down quickly, the camera still focused on your face. minho was staring you down, his gaze almost making you forget about the vibrations against you and how close you were getting already. he always made you forget about everything that wasn’t him when he managed to look at you like that. like he forgets about everything else, too.

“close?” he asked lowly.

“yeah,” you sighed.

“how many edges are you gonna do tonight?” he asked. you couldn’t answer him yet, as your high was getting closer and closer and closer. you had to pull away soon—before the knot would snap and you’d start cumming, but you just pressed the vibe harder against you as a moan escaped past your lips.

“pull away,” minho whispered. you could feel the knot so strongly, it was just about to break, and then you pulled away quickly and snapped your eyes open.

you breathed in and out, feeling the rush leave your body slowly as you caught your breath.

“good job,” he said sweetly. you smiled proudly at him—nothing felt quite as good as your boyfriend praising you, and he knew how much you loved it. he knew you loved it too much to keep disobeying him for too long.

“so how many, baby?” he asked again.

you looked at him, your mind blank as you thought it over. you were already out of your depth, you realised, when you understood the only reason you couldn’t pull away early enough was because you were waiting for minho to tell you to.

you weren’t that good at this bratty stuff.

“i, um,” you began. and that’s when minho flipped his camera around.

he had shorts on, the kind he wore when he was lounging, but they were pulled down to his thighs. you felt your mouth water at the sight of his bare thighs, thinking of how much you wanted to kiss them and suck on them and ride them. thinking it would be much more fun to edge on his thighs than on your little toy.

and then minho moved the camera up his body slightly, showing you the way his fingers wrapped around his hard dick. he slowly moved his index up and down his length, the way you always did.

“you’re not gonna answer?” he hummed.

“what was the question?”

“how many edges are you gonna do tonight?”

“i don’t, uh, i haven’t—“

minho laughed, his fingers wrapping around his length as he started stroking himself.

“what is it, brat?”

you swallowed.

“baby, i miss you,” you whined as he twisted his palm around himself.

“i miss my good girl, too. are you gonna give her back to me?”

“yeah,” you let out.

“yeah?” he questioned, his voice getting lower.

“yeah. yes, min. yeah, i’ll be good for you,” you promised.

he let out a big laugh, flipping his camera around soon enough for you to see his eyes crinkling.

“so all i had to do was show you my dick to get you to behave again?”

you blushed.

“i can’t help how beautiful you are, my love.”

minho smiled at you, poked his tongue out for a moment, and then sighed.

“two more edges and then you need to go to bed,” he instructed—and you quickly followed his orders.

bunny<3: good morning, baby. i hope you had fun last night<3. today i need to jump off this platform and start dancing. wish me luck!

you: i had so much fun, i always do when it’s you. and my lead dancer will do so well today, i’m sure of it!!

the next text only came through a few minutes before midnight—when you were just about to play the fifth episode of this new show you discovered.

bunny<3: only just wrapped. i’m too tired for a call but i love you. tomorrow i get to see you!

you: go rest, baby. i love you!

that night you dreamed about kissing your boyfriend again.

the next day during work your phone rang. you quickly asked your boss if you could take a ten minute break and stepped outside, answering the call with a smile.

your boyfriend appeared on your screen, a big smile on his face. he was wearing that outfit again.

“my baby!” you smiled at him, greeting him warmly at the unexpected call. he didn’t usually have time to call in the middle of work, but you guessed they were waiting around for something.

minho started telling you about what they were getting up to today, the amount of times they had to reshoot the same thing and that they were in fact waiting for a set to be finished so they could film the last scene.

as he asked you about your day at work so far, a few of the boys came into view, waving and smiling at you.

“hey ji!” you smiled at jisung as he wrapped himself around minho’s shoulders. “you look good as a cop!”

“thank you,” he laughed, “i know the officer quokka jokes are coming.”

“i would never make fun of you, officer,” you promised him with the best innocent smile you could master.

minho’s eyes were burning into your screen even through the monitor.

“when are you next coming over?” jisung asked, pouting at you.

you started to make plans, the pair of you waiting for each other to see the newest horror film together—but then minho loudly pushed jisung off him.

“stop hogging my girlfriend!!” he yelled.

“okay, okay, text me later y/n!” he said before he ran off.

“bye, officer!”

“so i see you’ve not calmed down, then,” minho said firmly.

“what?” you raised your brows—the perfect image of an angel. and usually, you were, but minho knew exactly what you were trying to do now.

not only did you pull a whole scene on him yesterday—but now you were trying to get him jealous, too. you thought it served him right, as you both knew he purposely called you now and not at any other time when he was wearing anything other than his police officer uniform.

“what are the plans for tonight?” he asked instead of answering your pointless question.

“when are you coming back?”

and then minho promised he’d make you food for when you got back home, that he’d be done with work before you, and that after the pair of you can just “chill”.

“chill?”

“sure. unless you want me to invite some of the boys over?”

“no!” you almost yelled at him, wanting nothing more than to be alone with him again.

it was then your boss told you to finish your call soon, so you quickly said goodbye to minho. not before adding a quick, “and say hi to hyunjin for me, okay?” with a smirk.

that earned you an eye roll from minho, followed by a quick air kiss and a wave.

the smell of freshly cooked food greeted you as you stepped inside your flat after a long day, just like minho promised you.

“jagi!” you yelled into the house, desperate to see his face in front of you again.

only silence followed, and when you peaked in the kitchen you saw a small note by the stove that said he had to go see chan for something important and you should eat the food while it was still warm.

you couldn’t help the disappointment that took over you—but it was part of his work, so you ate the fantastic food he made you and read over the few messages you missed while you were at work.

about an hour later, a few loud knocks made you jump.

you weren’t expecting company and you didn’t know anyone that would knock on your door rather than call you and tell you they were outside.

three more knocks.

you slowly opened the door—swallowing loudly as you took in your visitor.

“can i help you, officer?” you tried your best biting back your giggles, minho’s bright eyes looking you up and down hungrily.

you wanted to jump into his arms, rip the police uniform off him, but the poor guy went through the trouble of stealing it. so you had to indulge him instead. he was indulging you, after all.

“i’m here to investigate,” he said, pushing past you and into your home. “i have reason to believe you’ve broken a few rules.”

“oh, sir, i don’t think that’s correct—“ you tried, but a raise of his hand stopped the words in your throat.

“i’m going to need to—“ but before minho could

finish, keep up this game, a chorus of meows came in from the other room as three cats followed the new voice in the house.

they missed him, too.

minho leaned down to pick dori up, the other two walking in circle between his legs as their tails brushed against him happily.

“hey,” he said, his voice higher as he spoke to the cat, “i missed you so much.”

he was still wearing the uniform, he was still strong and intimidating, but as he brushed his face against the cat’s fur—he was suddenly your min again. soft, gentle, caring.

you smiled fondly at him as you listened to him explaining that, “mummy and daddy are going to be a little busy tonight and then later you’ll get all our attention.”

you laughed.

“did you feed them?”

“yep,” you nodded, the lovesick smile on your face mirroring his.

“did you feed yourself?”

“yes, it was really nice. thank you,”

at that minho nodded, placing dori back on the ground and urging his cats to wait for the pair of you. they listened, they always listened to minho, and made their way back to their playroom on the other side of the house.

minho straightened himself back out, pushing his hands back into the pockets of his tan trousers. he coughed.

“like i said, i’m gonna need to search you.”

“search me?”

“to make sure you’re not carrying anything dangerous, of course,” he smirked.

you smirked back at him, enjoying this game just as much as he was—and quickly placed your arms outside your body like you did at the airport when needing to be search. but you knew this time would be much less appropriate.

minho stepped closer to you, patting down your arms first as he saw many times before in movies.

then he crouched in front of you, sneaking a look up at you—his eyes glazing smugly—before he patted up your legs. when he reached your thighs, he patted higher and higher and higher, before running a finger softly over your crotch. he acted like he didn’t do that at all, instead patting his way back down your other leg.

he then stood up, looking right in your eyes as he patted across your stomach softly. with his eyes still locked on yours—he brought his a finger onto your collarbone, moving across it slowly, softly, trailing it down your chest until he reached the button of your shirt.

as your breath hitched, he undid the first button and then the next and then the next, never looking away from your eyes, until there was no buttons left. he pushed the fabric off your slowly.

“i need to make sure you’re not hiding anything under your shirt,” he explained, his voice so low you could almost feel it against your skin. you nodded in understanding as the shirt landed somewhere behind you.

minho brought both his hands up your stomach, moving slowly as he made sure to touch every part of your skin. his hands were cold to the touch, they usually were, but that didn’t stop the heat that followed his movements all the way up to your chest.

he licked his lips as he pushed the straps of your bra off your shoulders, quickly unclasping it as he let it fall to the floor, too.

he ran his hands over your tits softly, taking a moment to circle each of your nipples slowly as you gasp at the cold contact against your sensitive buds.

his hands trailed down your stomach again before he unhooked the button on your trousers and pushed it down your thighs.

he held your hand softly as you stepped out of them, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear.

“now, everyone knows that’s the best place to hide something,” he said, running a finger over the hem of your underwear.

his eyes were mesmerised by the small goosebumps on your stomach as he touched you, the way your chest rose and fell quickly at his actions.

you nodded slowly at him as he pushed the last piece of clothing down your thighs.

“that’s much better,” he smiled. “now,” he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, his hands still teasing your tits, “if you confess i can make the punishment much lighter for you.”

“i have nothing to confess to,” you said with a shaky breath.

“no explanation for your behaviour this past week?” he asked with a raised brow.

you shook your head.

“you sure?”

in response, you tried leaning forward—eager to kiss him. but minho grabbed you by the throat, his fingers digging into you slightly as he tsked.

“bad girls don’t get kisses.”

“min,” you whined, but he shushed you. you pouted in response and he chuckled darkly at you.

“you did this to yourself, pretty girl.” you sighed at his praise, even if it came right after him denying you what you wanted most.

as beautiful as his body was in front of you, the black vest he was wearing making him seem so powerful—his lips were still the best part about him. so kissable, so soft, so inviting. you wanted to kiss him for hours and hours, but he wouldn’t even give you a small peck.

he brought his hand away from your chest, running it down your arm before he laced your fingers together. he started walking the pair of you to your room, and you slowly followed—becoming more and more aware of just how naked you were while he hadn’t taken anything off himself.

when he reached the bed, he placed you on the edge of it, getting you to sit down. you could feel the wetness between your legs coating your blanket, but that was a problem for later. much later.

minho kneeled in front of you, running his hands up and down your thighs soothingly. he looked right into your eyes as he slowly whispered, “why did you have to be such a brat, huh?”

“i just wanted to see what it would be like not to listen to you for once,” you said, already regretting that decision.

“but baby,” he sighed, pushing a bit of your hair behind your ear, “now i need to punish you and remind you exactly why you love being so good for me.”

“i do, i love being good for you, min,” you tried. he leaned forward, pecking your lips lightly as he sighed at you.

you chased his lips, wanting more than that, but he pushed you back by your shoulder.

“you made your choice, honey, now come the consequences,” he gave you one more kiss—and this time you knew it was futile to try and get another one. you simply nodded at him. he kissed your cheek before standing up and unbuckling his belt quickly.

“since you had to talk back, i’m gonna need to show you what your mouth was really meant for,” he said, shaking his head before he pulled his dick out of his pants. you both knew he wouldn’t take his clothes off anytime soon, but you really didn’t mind that at all.

you licked your lips in anticipation, giving him a few moments to stroke himself as he got fully hard in front of you.

you opened your mouth, quickly adjusting to the feeling of his weight against your tongue before you started sucking and licking your tongue against him. that’s when he knew he could start moving, thrusting his hips slowly into your mouth as you hummed around him.

“there you go, baby, just like that,” he praised you, his fingers softly rubbing against your scalp as he kept you in place.

you brought your hands to his thighs, feeling them flex against your hand before you kneaded the material between your fingers as minho started moving faster. you remembered to breathe through your nose as your felt his tip slid further down your throat.

you brought your other hand to the base of his shaft, stroking the part of him you couldn’t quite fit into your mouth—loving the way his deep moans sounded in your ear.

after a few more minutes, or maybe twenty, minho pulled out of your mouth. you gasped in some air, cleaning the bit of spit that travelled down your chin as he pulled away from you.

he leaned down, grabbing your hair as he pushed your head up to meet him. he kissed you, sloppily, unable to stop himself even though you both knew part of your punishment was not getting any kisses from him.

after a few moments he pulled away—but you couldn’t even bring yourself to complain. you knew it was more than you deserved.

“on the bed,” he ordered, and you quickly followed his orders, watching as he climbed on after you.

he instructed you to sit on your knees, spreading your legs for him to see the wetness coating your thighs.

“i love how you always get so wet from sucking me off,” he licked his lips, bringing a finger to your entrance to dictate just how wet you were.

he tapped your arm, telling you silently to lean up on your knees—like he was—and he wasted no time sinking two fingers into you.

they slipped in so easily, which made him tut at you.

“have you been touching today, too?” he asked, almost in disbelief.

“no, no, i promise i haven’t,” you said quickly.

“how come you’re stretched out, then? or are you just always ready to take me no matter how much i give you?”

“yeah,” you nodded, gasping as he moved his fingers faster, “always ready for you.”

“i think you’re lying,” he said, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear. you clench around his fingers, at the proximity or his words, you weren’t sure.

“last time i touched was our phone call, really,” you whimpered, moaning slightly as he added a third finger.

he nodded at you, telling you he believed you now, deciding you were just so needy for him.

“aren’t you gonna tell me i’ve been good?” you asked, your eyes big in front of him as his fingers kept their steady pace.

he chuckled at you. “what, for doing the bare minimum?”

you felt yourself clenching again, another moan leaving you as your walls tightened around three of his fingers.

“getting so excited, baby. do you like being bad?”

you shook your head. you were missing his praise so much, you really weren’t good at disobeying him at all.

“use your words now,” he prompted, bringing his thumb to lightly bump against your clit.

you moaned louder at the contact, breathing heavily as you spoke. “i like being your good girl.”

“there you go,” he smiled, “you need me to tell you what to do, huh? you need me to make all your decisions for you, isn’t that right?”

“yes,” you gasped, “yes. just need to follow your orders, sir.”

he laughed. “there she is,” he kissed you softly, and then again. it was such a big contrast to the rough thrusts of his fingers, but you loved that about minho so much.

“i’m close,” you said quickly, your eyes sinking into his as he started moving his fingers even faster. “i’m so close.”

“and what do you do when you get close, baby?”

“can i cum?” you asked, almost instantly.

“such a good girl,” he kissed you again, “remembering all your rules,” another kiss, “what made you forget?”

“missed you so much,” you moaned, doing your best to hold off your upcoming high. “missed the way you touch me.”

“needy,” he kissed your cheek, “such a needy brat.”

you whimpered at that, grabbing his forearm as your hips started grinding against his palm. you were so so close.

as soon as you did so, minho pulled away, the empty feeling taking over you as your orgasm slipped away from you—your walls clenching around nothing.

“minho,” you whined, trying to pull him closer to you.

“shhh,” he soothed, bringing a hand into your hair as he calmed you down, “don’t worry, my love. you’re okay.”

after you regained a bit of control over your breathing, minho sat down next to you on the bed, inviting you onto his lap.

he quickly rid himself of the vest, leaving him in the tight black shirt as he pulled the trousers down his thighs.

then he pulled you by your hips, sinking you down onto his dick slowly.

the pair of you gasped at the feeling—minho’s head falling against the headboard as he gave you the time you needed to adjust.

“you’re only gonna move when i tell you to, okay?” he asked, the raise of his brow telling you you really shouldn’t disobey him any more tonight.

you nodded.

“no matter how good it feels,” he added. “okay?”

“okay,” you swallowed.

he didn’t tell you to move yet, so you dutifully stayed in place, getting used to the full feeling in your pussy.

minho brought his hand between your bodies, pressing against your clit. hard.

you moaned at the feeling, his name falling from your lips as you did everything you could not to rut your hips against him.

“please,” you let out, but all he did was apply more pressure.

you kept clenching, you kept wanting to move, but you brought your hands onto his shoulders to ground yourself, focusing as best you could on your task.

even without any movement, even without any friction, you could feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten—faster and faster. minho wasn’t adding any more pressure, he wasn’t even moving, but it was approaching you quickly.

you did everything you could to fight it, you were perfectly still.

and yet, after a few more moments of the pressure on your clit and the fullness inside you—your toes started to curl as the knot in your stomach snapped—your orgasm hitting you with full force.

you refused to move, you didn’t ride it out, you just let it wash over you as you moaned loudly at the euphoric feeling.

as soon as it stopped you opened your eyes with a gasp.

“shit, shit, minho, i’m so so sorry,” you rushed, bringing your hands to your face, “i didn’t mean to, i didn’t even know i could do it without moving. i’m sorry, i’m sorry—”

“—hey, hey,” minho said softly, bringing his hands around your back, “what’s wrong?”

“i was trying to be good, i swear, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to--”

“—stop, stop,” he gasped, “you didn’t do anything wrong. i wanted you to cum, baby, you were being good,” he promised.

“but you didn’t say i could,” you shook your head.

“y/n, look at me,” he asked you calmly. you opened your eyes, seeing nothing but adoration in his glossy ones. “i just got so lost in how you looked and how it felt, that’s the only reason i didn’t say anything. i promise.”

you fell into his chest after that, his hand running up and down your back even if the pair of you were a bit sweaty.

“i’m sorry i didn’t talk you through it, my love. you were just so so beautiful i couldn’t think of words.” you chuckled, “you were so so good. you did so well and that was so fucking hot right now. you did nothing wrong.”

you nodded.

minho grabbed your chin, bringing you to face him before he planted a soft kiss on your lips. it was soft, but passionate still, the kind of kiss you gave each other after a few days apart. minho wasn’t always good with words, especially when they weren’t dirty ones, and you learned to understand him best through his actions.

you knew he loved you through that kiss.

“tell me how you feel,” he asked after he pulled away.

“better now that i know it was alright,” you promised.

“of course it was alright,” he urged. “do you want to keep going or is that enough?”

“can you tell me what we’re gonna do next?” you asked slowly, your body already feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything you’ve done tonight.

this wasn’t a lot compared to what you and minho usually got up to—but you were feeling a little more vulnerable after your scare.

“i just wanted to fuck you until i came,” he chuckled, “but we can stop now.”

“no, no,” you smiled, “we can do that.”

minho chuckled at you. he grabbed the bottle of water you always kept on the nightstand, opening it up for you to drink. after a few generous gulps you handed it to him, and once you both hydrated minho put it back to the side and slide the pair of you down the bed.

“ready?” he asked, and after a quick nod and a kiss, he started thrusting up into you.

you were still sensitive from your orgasm, but the friction felt much better. the pair of you moaned, minho’s strong arms wrapped around your back as you both rocked back and forth to meet each other in the middle.

it didn’t take long at all until minho’s movements became sloppier, and before he could even warn you, he spilled inside you with a loud grunt.

the pair of you stayed stuck to each other, the sweat and both your wetness not bothering you too much as you each caught your breaths.

soon, minho started placing small kisses on top of your head, on your forehead, his fingers moving up and down your back soothingly.

“thank you for always taking care of me,” you whispered, moving your head to kiss his lips.

“thank you for being my bestest girl,” he smirked at you.

“oh,” you grinned, “and thank you for stealing this outfit and letting me ruin it.”

minho groaned, “i’m gonna need emergency laundry tomorrow.”

“i’ll help you out,” you offered, tucking your head back on his chest.

the pair of you stayed like that for a few more minutes before minho left to get something to help clean you with—and quickly change his clothes to a more comfortable option.

right before you fell asleep, safe inside your boyfriend’s arms, you mumbled out, “you always give me what i want.”

“because you being happy is what i want,” he said simply.

you chuckled at him, squeezing him closer before you drifted off together.

#minho x reader #minho x y/n #lee minho x reader #lee minho x y/n #lee know smut #lee minho smut #lee know x y/n #lee know x reader #skz x reader #skz x y/n #skz smut #stray kids smut #smut #all.works

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yomi-hellsimp · 15 days

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I hate when antis use this fucking picture as a "gotcha". This does not fucking include lolisho, omfg are you fucking stupid? If I show lolisho to a cop, they're not going to arrest me. If lolisho was illegal, you would NOT be able to find it by typing loli in fucking 🔞 sites....because uhhhhhh, it's not fucking illegal. THIS character is not a fucking child. If I have 🔞 shit of her, I'm not gonna be arrested because she's a DRAWING OF A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. Jotaro Kujo in part 3 is 17. You think I'm going to be arrested for having 🔞 Jotaro Kujo shit on my phone? Then you're a fucking idiot. Also for the love of GOD, stop referring to CSEM as CP. It's CSEM. Why I KNOW you assholes only care about the rights of pixels and not real fucking children.

#a stupid anti is coming at me and I'm putting that ugly shithead in their place #proship #anti anti #anti harassment #anti censorship

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satocidal · 7 months

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what do you think jjk men will be like in a haunted house with you?

since its October now its fitting to talk about halloween :D

qn for u!! do you like horror movies?

i personally wanna like em but im so scared of em :/ esp the jumpscares i hate em but surprisingly i can watch a gory zombie movie without a single flinch its so weird but it only starts and stops at zombie movies. i cant watch any other types of gory movies <\3

Not me sending an ask just as I got this😭 but ok ok here we go<3

Gojo Satoru:

Pretends to be fazed, emphasis on “pretends” because when I say he exaggerates everything? I mean it.

I mean, he’s Satoru you know—obviously he isn’t getting ‘scared’ of anything but he doesn’t let that ruin the vibe for him.

He’s so very obnoxious too- complaining about the price of the tickets and making innuendos about you loudly—poking fun at the staff, all in all, punch worthy.

Inside the house? All the more. For the darkness only ever encourages satoru to cop a feel on you here and there—blaming it all on the ‘brokensms and shitty’ decoration

. He’s a menace through and through so when bored, mid way in the house he’s already on a mission to jump scare the jump-scares — and it works so well, you’re clutching yourself, coughing out broken laughs and he’s entertained too—a win-win situation.

Also starts giving “tips” to the staff onto how to make it successful.

If you ever let out a high pitched scream he’ll try to make you scream louder later, he’s stupid like that.

Geto Suguru:

…why him? Like don’t get me wrong per se but he finds it all so stupid? But to make you happy, suguru geto will comply.

Ps. Suguru is the kind to hook you free tickets just somehow, like he will, don’t question it.

ALWAYS THE GENTLEMAN!!! He will forever hold you close, how so ever less scary it may be and always leads the way and hold your hand. He’s coded that way, nothing can be changed.

Laughs when finally, just finally a jump scare goes past his reflexes and pops out on you guys, surprising him slightly. He will steal it.

Also I think suguru is the kind who is slightly dumb —not obviously but like, he doesn’t get some jumpscares—just doesn’t get it. So when you guys will be walking out, he’ll just go “OH,”

he sincerely doesn’t give two fucks about the haunted house but when you get out, he will ask you if you liked it or no and if you wanted to try that again.

Nanami Kento:

“If you wanted to be scared, I could just show you the amount of work I have pending,” i headcanon that it’s a task in itself to get him to go because ??? Just bake some pretty cookies for yourself Lmao.

Nanami Kento pays full price and through out the way he’s calculating the number of jumpscares that come your way and to see just how much he was charged.

Yeah, Nanami seems scarier than those stupid dressed up guys - especially when you’re trying your best to hold your laugh when a guy thinks Nanami was the jumpscare.

But but but, however mad, he doesn’t break the codes—holds you close, and anytime he feels something is about to happen, he shields you with his body.

And like imagine their is booby trap on the ground (have you guys been to those?) and you notice it before him and help him get away from it? Instant head pats. Bet my ass Nanami is the kind to always and always avoid haunted house from now on and makes you repay in same way *wink wink* afterwards

I was gonna add Sukuna and others too but ehehehe

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asterlark · 9 months

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just rewatched the broken wing job recently and am thinking about how in the grave danger job we see parker admitting she needs hardison, and then in the broken wing job we see her acknowledge (just to herself, but still) that she also needs to be needed. she wants to be integral to the team, wants them to miss her, to not function without her. which is just so real and so emblematic of an assortment of insecurities in parker that i don't think we talk about enough: being left behind, forgotten, not useful or needed, left out of the group (hashtag relatable autism things).

(sidenote- this is the first in a series of season 5 episodes that don't feature the full crew tackling a job, which really shows how far they've come as a team that they can work so effectively in smaller numbers. it also shows their trust in each other to do their own jobs well, and to adapt when needed. i just think it's neat)

this episode is great for a lot of reasons, one of them being that we learn a lot about how parker functions when she needs help from others- that is to say, not well, at least not at first. after a conversation with eliot (and it feels significant that it's eliot, not sophie, that she talks to here when she's freaking out; the trust and intimacy there is palpable), she realizes she has to adapt and change her typical planning process to successfully catch the thieves.

the plot device of having her do a job by herself + needing to team up with amy is so clever because it also serves as a great vehicle for character development. what does parker want in this episode? she wants something to do, she wants to not be injured, she wants to not have to lean on anyone or ask for help, she wants to feel needed. enter Thieves, who are the type that will get someone hurt in their process. suddenly she has a job, people to protect, but she can't do it on her own. she is needed, but she also needs. she has to adapt, and change- and we see her do this not just by asking for amy's help, but by calling the team and asking for their help too.

by the end of the episode, she has grown enough to have asked several people for help in her plan, and has adapted to her limitations and turned them into advantages, as eliot advises her to do. but when nate asks, she says nothing about the job she did- which i think is interesting. i think it's because she doesn't want them to worry about her or berate her for trying to take down two thieves with guns while healing a torn ACL. it's also probably partially because when she asks about japan, the team says it was normal and boring, to spare her feelings about being left out. so when they ask her, she says nothing.

she's not stupid, though, and neither are the team- nate notices the bullet holes in the wall, and i'm sure the others do too at some point. (plus the pub staff is probably not gonna just leave out the fact that there was a fire alarm and several gunshots and a wounded cop in the pub while they were gone?) parker knows it's only a matter of time before they're aware she's lying. this is a great example of how much the team trusts each other! they notice that parker is not telling the full truth, but since things seem to be resolved, they trust her to have handled it. and she trusts them not to push her on her lie, just as she's not pushing them for info on the japan job.

this team is not without its secrets, but in this case i think it's more about trusting each other to speak up when it's needed. almost all of them got a call from parker this episode, so at this point they know she can and will ask them for help when she needs to. they give each other space to have lives away from each other, but they also trust that if there's a problem, it will be brought up and dealt with. which is so far from the juror no.6 job in season 1 when parker was doing things without thinking of/ informing the crew, or even the inside job in season 3 when she took on an impossible job on her own without telling them. they've grown so much by season 5, and it shows.

anyway. ramble over, i just love this show and this episode in particular and will always thank the leverage writers for giving us a parker-centric ep with strong character development!!!

#parker #leverage #leverage meta #mine #i love her so much.... characters of all time episodes of ALL TIME

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pupyuj · 8 months

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thinking very much of kitsch yujin (same day as your profile tbh) teasing the hell out of yn on the waiting room of that day(and for the whole week promotions). Like. She KNOWS she's so hot on that one costume, and yn reaction is the proof of it. Yujin going for lingering touches/stares, on the behind camera she's pulling yn close, making her sitting on her lap😵‍💫 on my mind they dont have a relationship YET but yj knew yn had a thing for her so she goes for it and waits until for they day yn will submit to her 😮‍💨comeback to me kitsch yujin </3

NO BCS KITSCH YUJIN???? I HAVE KIDS WITH HER. SHE LITERALLY IMPREGNATED ME.

omgomg ur right too yujin is definitely the type to tease the hell out of you if she knows you have the biggest stupid crush on her 😭😭 even if she has a crush on you too, she'll willingly keep it as a secret for a bit longer bcs she loves being an ass sdjhdskjcs 😩

you being the same shy type as liz but so much worse bcs at least sometimes liz can flirt back! but you're utterly hopeless omfg... yujinnie once again catching you getting lost in your thoughts while staring at her in the outfit,, smirking and sneaking up behind you and hugging you,, "d'you like what you're seeing, (y/n)-ah?" she was whispering, very careful not to let anyone else hear her so she was literally right up your ear,,,, and oh you couldn't help but whimper a bit and she loved it so much omg..

then yujin gets suuuuper lucky bcs it gets busy in the waiting room and there's just so many people walking around,, so she hides the two of you behind a small crowd and she continues teasing you there <//3 copping a feel, squeezing your ass, and telling you in your ear how much she wants you too she's ruthless 😳😳 it's a miracle that nobody was fucking seeing all this tbh 😭 ACK yujinnie turning you around and burying her head on your neck⁉️

and this is yujin... so ofc she talks a lot of shit...

"how much do you wanna fuck me, (y/n)-ah?"

"you get off to me, don't you? i hear you in your room sometimes you know.. calling me 'unnie' and everything... you're so cute."

"let's shower together in the dorms tonight, hm? i'll even let you take this outfit off of me after our stage later..."

😵‍💫 needless to say, you were drenched as fuck when it was your time to perform... meanie yuj!!

#ive smut #ive x reader #ive imagines #girl group x reader #girl group smut #girl group imagines #ahn yujin smut #ahn yujin x reader #ive x fem reader #yujin smut #ahn yujin x fem reader #ahn yujin imagines

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 5

This is for @goodolefashionedloverboi and @zerokrox-blog who while I was writing this said the same thing Robin does in this in the comments of part 3. “Eddie this isn’t high school anymore, shut up!!” LOL! Thanks for the laughs, guys.

Also originally I had a darker meeting with Joyce (she tells him that if something else happens involving him {the fight with Michelle and the seizure being the first two strikes} he be out of the class) but then I realized Joyce would never. So she didn’t.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Robin’s feet ached as she makes her way to her apartment. Diamond worked the bar to help Opal out, but Steve was missed. Diamond could tend and often did, but it didn’t have the flare Steve did when he slung drinks. Not that Opal was bad either, but again...she was biased and she missed her Steve.

She was so focused on getting home that she nearly ran someone over in her rush.

“Oh shit!” she said, trying to untangle herself from the poor person.

“Buckley?” a voice above her asked.

She looked up to see Eddie holding her up to keep her from falling to the ground.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Robin asked as she finally got her feet under her. “If you followed Alice and Steve back here, I’ll call cops. Don’t think I won’t.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he said holding his hands up in surrender. “For starters I live it that building over there.” He pointed at the building across from her and Steve’s apartment. “I moved in last month.”

Robin eyed him suspiciously. “You aren’t here to harass Steve?”

Eddie frowned. “When did you get so far up King Steve’s ass? I knew you in band, you hated him as much as I did.”

Robin put her hands on her hips. “Look, yes Steve was an ass in high school, but he changed. And you don’t get go throwing the past in his face. It’s been five years, man. Let. It. Go.”

Eddie shrugged. “You have that girl take Steve back to your apartment because Loch Nora is too far away?” At her blank expression. “You know when you insinuated that I followed him here?”

Robin frowned. “Steve and I live together...” she said slowly as if she was talking to an idiot.

“I didn’t think Harrington was your type, Buckley,” he said, raising an eyebrow knowingly.

“He’s not and he knows that, too,” she defended.

“We are talking about the guy who slung the slurs ‘queer’ and ‘fag’ around like his stupid baseball bat, right?” Eddie growled.

“It’s been years!” she bit back. “Let. It. Go.”

Eddie just threw his arms in the air. “Whatever, I need to get home.” And he stalked off toward the building he said was his.

Robin watched as he ran up the stairs, biting her lip. She was going to have to tell Steve about their new neighbor.

Fuck.

Robin opened the door to their apartment to see Steve on the couch reading, the only light on in the place is the lamp above him.

“Shit, the seizure cause a migraine?” she whispered as slipped out of her coat and shoes.

He nodded and set the book down. “So it’s a good thing I got you to call me in.”

She nodded and sat down next to him. “I missed you.”

Steve nodded and curled up against her side. “I called Dr Thompson and set up an appointment. I shouldn’t be seizing after just one missed dose.”

“Yeah,” Robin agreed, threading her fingers through his hair. “It really scared me.”

“I’m glad you were there,” he murmured. “Did Joyce call you?”

She sighed. As much as she would like to lie and tell him yes. He needed to know the truth. “It was Eddie.”

Steve huffed a bitter laugh. “I guess he’s not a complete ass. He just doesn’t like me.”

“Yeah, well,” she grumbled. “He also lives in the building across from us.”

Steve straightened up to look her in the eye. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Yup!” she said, popping the P. “Met him outside just now.”

He cuddled back up to her side. “I just have to last six months and then I’m gone.”

“I’ll beat him up if he says anything to you,” she growled. “I swear it. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the stress of him being an ass was what caused your seizure.”

Steve sighed heavily. She was probably right was the problem. Dr Thompson was going to ask about stressors and Eddie Munson was going to have to go on the list.

She stroked his hair until he fell asleep against her.

Eddie didn’t have band practice the next night, so he offered to pick Chrissy up from work. Which she gratefully accepted. When he pulled up to the bar, standing next to her was a large, burly man in a white pinstripe suit. He looked like the comic book character the Kingpin come to life. The only thing he was missing was a gigantic cigar to chew on.

When Eddie pulled up to the curb, Chrissy waved at the man before climbing in.

As he pulled out of the parking lot he asked, “Who was that, then?”

Chrissy smiled. “That’s my boss, Diamond. He’s really nice. Sometimes if it’s too dark, he’ll walk me to the bus stop and stay with me until it comes.”

Eddie nodded. “Seems like a nice guy.”

Chrissy nodded. “They’ve all been great. Although apparently I haven’t met the weekend bouncer, Onyx and he’s not so nice.”

He hummed. “Well, he wouldn’t be a very good bouncer if he was nice.”

She laughed. “That’s what Garnet said.”

“Garnet is the guy you’re training to take over for?” Eddie asked, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time to the music in his head.

Chrissy grinned. “He’s really nice. And despite the silly rule of not knowing who we are outside of work, he still really close with most of the crew.”

Eddie grinned back. “So a real mother hen, huh?”

Chrissy shrugged. “I mean, I guess. I think the only reason he hasn’t offered to drive me home after work is that Diamond would frown on it.”

He licked his lips slowly. “I’m glad you got this job, sweetheart. It seems like you’re going to do great.”

They were silent in the van for awhile.

“Oh!” Chrissy said suddenly. “You have to come to open mic night!”

Eddie deflated. “A posh place like The Queen’s Crown isn’t going to want to listen to a bunch of washed up metalheads.”

Chrissy pushed at his shoulder. “Apparently lots of big name bands have gotten their start at The Queen’s Crown. What harm would it do to try? You get up there, play three songs, and leave. And maybe, just maybe Diamond will pick Corroded Coffin for one of his fancy gigs where actual fucking music producers show up.”

Eddie pulled over to the side of the road to look her in the eye. “Come again?”

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “Open mic night is one Saturday a month. And from that list of ten or so bands and solo artists, he picks three to show up and do a full set in front music producers. Not everyone gets a record deal, but they all get a chance.”

Eddie let out a shuddered breath. “Holy fuck, Chrissy.”

She kissed his cheek. “I thought you’d like that. Which is why I signed you guys up for the next one.”

Eddie blinked at her for a moment and then threw his arms around her tightly. “You’re the best!” He kissed her cheek. “Why didn’t we work out again?”

Chrissy laughed, pushing him off her. “Because I’m gay?”

Eddie laughed, too. “Oh, yeah. That’s right.” He grinned at her and then pulled back into traffic to take her home.

Steve showed up early to the next class as requested. He was so nervous. He was really worried that she was going to kick him out of her class. He was keeping his head down and his mouth shut. He didn’t want to take a summer class, because then he wouldn’t graduate in June and he’d lose his student teaching position.

Joyce waved him in. “Come in, come in.”

Steve shuffled in and closed the door behind him. He walked up to her desk.

“Pull up a chair,” she instructed.

He pulled out one of the stools and straddled it. “You wanted to speak to me?”

Joyce nodded. “How are you doing?”

Steve shrugged his shoulders. “I’m okay, I guess. I have an appointment with my neurologist next week to discuss what happened.”

She laced her fingers together and placed her hands on her desk. “How long has this been going on?”

Steve didn’t want to say, but she leveled her mom stare at him and he folded. “Since my second concussion about seven years ago.” And then silently begged her not to do the math.

But she did it anyway. “Ah. From your fist fight with Jonathan.”

Yup. Her oldest son had one hell of a right hook. “I’d rather you didn’t tell him that I have seizures because of that fight. He doesn’t need the guilt.”

She tilted her head and sighed gently. “You say it was your second concussion. When was your first?”

Steve cleared his throat and looked down at the floor. “When I was about one years old, my mom accidentally dropped me and I was rushed to the hospital. My neurologist tells me that when Jonathan hit me he knocked loose something from that first injury that caused the seizures and the migraines.”

“Oh, Steve...” she murmured. “That’s awful. I wish you boys would tell me what you were fighting over.”

Steve licked his lips. Yeah. He was going to take that little secret to his grave, thanks. The last thing he was going to tell Joyce, especially now that she was his teacher was that Steve had hit him when he caught Jonathan taking pictures of girls undressing. And Jonathan had hit back harder.

Him and Jonathan made up later. Steve got him to agree to never do that again, and he wouldn’t tell his mother that her sweet boy was a pervert.

Joyce shook her head. “Are you able to continue the class?” she asked after several long moments of awkward silence.

Steve nodded. “It was a fluke thing. I’ve had a lot of changes in my life recently and it activated my epilepsy. My doctor will probably adjust my dosage for awhile and then I’ll be back to normal.” He cocked his head to the side. “Or as normal as I get.”

Joyce nodded. “If you need anything let me know. I want to see you do well in this class.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I do too.”

She looked up at the clock. “All right, it’s about time for class to start, so go ahead and sit down. I’ll open the door.”

Steve got up and went to his seat. He watched as the other students filed in. That had gone better than he hoped it would. Robin would tell him that it was just his anxiety talking when he got like this. Didn’t stop his brain from filling in the worst doom’s day scenarios, though.

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Threadbare (3)

Steve Rogers x Fashion Designer!Reader

Part Three: Rupture/Fracture (see previous or series)

Summary: Steve skirts the line between protector and absolute doofus. Your fashion show begins.

[Image submitted by ask and does not reflect reader's race or body type. It's just a visual of the gown described in this chapter. Also from an unknown source. Credit to the creator.]

Warnings for canon-level violence and some mild language. This story is rated Teen. WC 4251

Captain America: Man of Action.

Steven Grant Rogers? Eh, not so much.

It’s a risky strategy—to do nothing—but Steve’s run out of ideas.

He doesn’t know what’s upset you. He doesn’t know what Tony does know. He doesn’t have a backup plan to his initial, lame, ‘date’-in-the-diner-downstairs idea, and yes, he knows that was pathetic in-and-of itself. Steve got the words out, though, didn’t he? That’s progress in the trench warfare he’s waging on the one thing that still completely intimidates him: womanhood.

That’s not to say Steve is fighting against you and all you are, but he doesn’t know where he fits in anyone’s equation of life and partnership. Relationships imply relating to each other, and he lives in a tower with superheroes, a billionaire, highly-trained agents who are all ranked above the other 99% of their classmates, and several legitimate aliens.

This does not instill him with confidence on his relating-to-the-average-human skills.

Before Steve was a super soldier, he was also pretty shit with women. It never got better because there was no time to try.

Since Steve has time now, he’s convinced he’ll do something stupid, and that’s really why he sits on his laurels.

This behavior apparently frustrates more than just Steve.

“So how’s your girl?” Sam Wilson asks nonchalantly, petting his beard while watching the final assessment of their newest recruits.

“Faulkner looks injured. His form is off and he’s slower than usual.” Steve makes a note on his tablet.

“Yeah, guy got kneed in the berries for a bad pickup line at the bar last night. Don’t change the subject.”

“Not necessary,” Steve grumbles in avoidance.

Sam scoffs. “You didn’t hear the pickup line.”

“Guy gets hit like that and you think that makes me want to talk about dames more?”

“Ladies, Cap, go with ‘ladies.’”

“Old-fashioned man with—“ he yells out “—find your balance, Pritchard, then block—“ then sighs “—old-fashioned notions.”

“This might surprise you, but we noticed. Maybe you should make some effort to be in her space, huh?” Sam jots something down. “I’m just saying, she spent weeks here. With you. Close. Convenient. Maybe it’s your turn?”

Steve scans the fighters across the room, his brain processing nothing he’s seeing for a moment.

“Maybe it is…”

Steve isn’t actually doing nothing, per se; he’s simply keeping tabs (respectfully) from afar. He sets up an alert for your location if the posted cops call in anything whatsoever. He’s got an alert for Richard Fisk, too, and that has let him know that the man who threatened you has spent one overnight in jail on the opposite side of the city within the last week. It reassures Steve that Kingpin’s son is not wholly focused on you. Maybe this will all blow over? That’s good, right?

Your storefront’s curb still sports a police cruiser, but inside aren’t the same two men from your run-in with Fisk.

Steve rolls the garment bag he brought off his shoulder and does not take an extra deep breath right before pulling open the door. It’s a normal breath. He’s fine. Fine.

Again, as several other times before, you’re nowhere to be seen.

“Oh my god,” your fourth assistant squeaks from behind the counter.

He knows his name. They know each other’s names—clearly—but have never met.

The young man stands taller. “Oh…my god. Hell-oh.”

Steve…is not sure whether the once over your youngest employee gives him is flattering or objectifying but rallies to get to his point.

“You must be Byron,” Steve tries casually, suppressing the awkward smirk rising with gentle heat to his cheeks. “I was wondering if the lady of the house was in to return this.”

Steve’s glad he has the jacket as a prop, something to do with his hands as he nervously glances toward the upstairs where he knows you live anyway. You’re here. He knows it. You’re working, and Steve doesn’t want to interrupt you. He has no other options, or at least, no other options that don’t make him feel a bit creepy.

“‘Fraid not, sir. But—“ Byron gathers his wits more admirably than Steve seems to be “—I’m sure I can help with anything you require, Mr. America.”

“Just Steve is fine,” he smiles back. Steve scans the open fitting rooms for Dominica or any of the others he has a rapport with, but no such luck. “And just the jacket.”

“What seems to be the problem with it?”

“Oh, no, it’s not mine. I was just standing in for a fitting when I got called away and…accidentally took it.”

Byron eyes Steve suspiciously. “You…you stood in…for the fit of another client’s jacket? Another client that…looks like you?”

Steve rolls his shoulders in discomfort. “She asked me to,” he defends lamely.

Byron keeps looking at him as if Steve’s grown an extra head instead of just a head taller than his original stature. “Ok,” your assistant shrugs, “let’s see who the marker is for.”

Steve shoves the hanging bag in Byron’s outstretched hand, nervous again. He shouldn’t have come. This was a bad idea. Damnit, Sam, stay in your lane.

Deftly, clearly recalling a move he’s executed thousands upon thousands of times, Byron unzips the bag, tucks the opening under the shoulders of the jacket, runs his hand down the left side seam, and flips up the corner to peek at the lining.

Steve sees a glint of metallic he never noticed.

“Remind me of your middle name, Mist—sorry, Captain Rogers.”

“It’s Grant,” Steve blurts without thought. “Why?”

“This is your jacket, sir, down to the threads.” Byron smiles, a glistening white band of teeth bared for the enjoyment of all, and gleefully spins the garment around to show a delicately stitched ’S G R’ in silver against the deep purple.

Steve’s cheeks are on fire.

“But…” he stammers. “That’s not…” Steve hunches over the counter as if it will settle a bet his mind and heart are arguing.

You asked about the color…and he said he loved it.

You shyly asked if he’d spare the time to help you…and he jumped at the chance.

You made him a custom jacket and tricked him into having it fitted.

Steven Grant Rogers: Idiot.

“Captain!” a voice exclaims from the stairwell. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Tarik shuffles down the last few steps looking a little worse for wear and sidles up beside his coworker. His gaze drops to the counter.

“Oooh, I see ma’m’selle went with the midnight—“ Steve doesn’t understand the next few words he uses and Tarik notices the glazed look. “The shine,” he clarifies. “Gives it that color-changing look.”

Byron leans to his left. “He says he wants to return it.”

As soon as Tarik tries to lift the hanger up though, Steve pulls it back.

“No, no. Not returning. I only…thought…” He tucks the jacket back under the protective liner, scrambling for an answer. “I didn’t know…it was for me,” Steve tries once more, like that helps to explain anything. “Hey, can I ask you both a question?”

The young men put on perfect customer service faces and wait.

“Is that unit outside keeping everyone safe in here? I mean, do you all feel, ya know, covered, I guess?”

They look at each other quizzically.

“Yeah, I guess,” Byron shrugs.

“Nothing’s happened,” Tarik mutters.

While Steve is pleased to hear that, his concern for you isn’t exactly diminished. “But she’s never here alone, right? Is no one staying overnight? You’re not…worried about Fisk?”

“We’ve been working some insane hours since the overhaul,” Tarik admits, but there’s no chance for Steve to ask what that means. “Doma was here until three in the morning, so she’s off today. Abby’s set to come in—“ Tarik checks his watch “—an hour or so for Ronny.”

“It’s family dinner night,” Byron jumps in. “Mom’ll kill me if I miss.”

Steve softens. His ma would be the same way if she… “Family dinner night,” he repeats, holding the garment bag a little closer. “Right, and no other unnerving customers bothering you?”

The younger assistant gulps and continues to stare.

Apparently, Steve counts as ‘unnerving.’

If there’s no threat anymore, then truly how the hell is Steve supposed to get closer to you again? In the most bizarre way, a villain looming over you was the perfect excuse for Steve to spend all that time and effort on you, and shifting back to ‘normal’ scenarios of dating a civilian isn’t exactly in his wheelhouse.

“Ok then,” he drawls, “would you—if it’s—if you wouldn’t mind letting her know I stopped by?” Steve waits for Tarik’s polite nod, fighting the urge to say you can call him. You could have called Steve this entire time. He left his personal cell at the fittings, so you absolutely have the number. If you haven’t used it yet, there’s probably a reason.

He finishes with a lame, “I’ll be on my way. Have a good evening and dinner with your family.”

Steve’s being supportive. He’s just here as an extra set of hands should the need arise. He’s absolutely not being a creep. He only sits atop your roof watching one cop return from the routine perimeter check in case you need help.

He won’t bother you, he doesn’t expect anything, and he can’t even see you. There’s nothing untoward about it.

Steve crosses his arms across his chest and watches the sun go down but with much less of a view and a swath of boring gray clouds all over. “For safety,” he grumbles lowly. “That’s all.”

He justifies staying because the cops neither spotted him nor cased the top of the building. He’s filling a gap in your security. It doesn’t, however, alter the fact Steve is skulking around the rooftop of the girl he likes, but he’s here. He expects nothing in return except the piece of mind that you’re okay.

Maybe some would find his night shift boring, but Steve brought his sketchpad and can see just fine in the ambient street light. The freedom to sit and draw all night long is wonderful.

No one watches him. No one looks for him. His phone sits at his hip, and since the Team think he is with you, no one calls.

Abby finally leaves at 1am, yawning a goodnight to the officer in the passenger seat and walking away unfazed. Steve even hears the man ask if she wants an escort home, but your assistant says ‘no.’ From the way the offer is worded, it’s as oft repeated as it is rejected.

If Fisk were going to leverage one of your employees, he’d have made that move by now, and Steve’s impression of Kingpin’s son is the man enjoys direct control. He wouldn’t want you obedient to keep others from harm. Fisk wants submission. He wants you to do what he says for him, not for anyone else. The irony is that Richard Fisk isn’t intimidating enough on his own and uses the muscle of bodyguards to complete the illusion of strength.

Steve knows the type. He’s only worried when he’s not close enough to handle Fisk himself, if it comes to that.

Luckily, the night passes quietly, and close or not, Steve doesn’t have to do anything. The rounds of perimeter checks are like clockwork while the lights glow from your apartment onto the thin windowsills below him.

Steve huffs. That means you never officially turn in. He crosses his arms again, wondering if you fell asleep at your drafting desk.

Byron returns, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, wearing an actual fur vest, at 5am.

The cops change shift at 6, the cruiser replaced by an identical car and two very similar passengers.

Byron emerges right at 6:10 with coffee for the officers in hand—two insulated tumblers—and fifty minutes later, one of the pair takes the cups back inside before his round.

Steve naps in the gentle spring sun as if this is truly a vacation, waking hungry enough for a late lunch and a walk in the park a few blocks over.

This is probably the park you stroll when overwhelmed, and stressed, as you probably are right now, but you never come out. He keeps walking, passing close enough to see your shop before another lap, and another. He gets a strange amount of enjoyment from trying every street vendor setup nearby until he’s back on the roof before sunset, remembering how you tucked your feet up on the folding chair and under the blanket about a week ago. It’s stupid that feels like forever ago.

Steve sighs before leaning comfortably on the cool concrete and his little bedroll.

He wishes he had the stones to barge in and demand you take a break, but the access door he’s staring at only opens from the inside and he doesn’t want to end up like Faulkner.

The white noise of the city must have lulled him to sleep. He’s startled from his propped-up position by a thunk on the slab at his back.

There you are, letting go of the mug from one hand with a phone in the other.

“Hold your horses, Stark. Let the man get his bearings,” you hoarsely joke before pulling it away from your ear and extending it toward Steve. Your voice sounds good in the morning.

Of all the things rushing through his mind, all he gets out is, “what time is it, Button?”

You give him a small, tired smile and stand back up from crouching at his side. Your bare feet teeter while one side of your open robe sash brushes the ground.

“Time for you to learn to take your charger on sleepovers, sweetie,” Tony’s voice blares. “No breakfast in bed for you.”

Wiping sleep from his eye, Steve focuses on you stretching your neck from side to side.

“You okay?” he mouths.

The same tired smile flashes as you nod.

“What’s that racket? You two sleep with the windows open? How hot did that room g—“

“Tony,” Steve interrupts, more forcefully than intended, “what’s happened?”

“Three ping fire.”

“Don’t you mean three alarm fire,” Steve groans and buries his face in his palm, shifting to wake his tingling legs.

“Location pings, Casanova, and as the dude with a suit intended as a walking fire hazard, I’m not exactly in a position to steal that department’s lingo. Ya feel me?”

There’s silence while Steve picks up the dead phone at his hip and pockets it. “No, I do not feel you.”

Tony releases a raspberry on the other end. “I am suppressing half a dozen jokes to make you feel supported in your romantic endeavors right now. I hope you appreciate that effort.”

Steve picks up the mug left beside him and moves to say ‘thank you.’ It’s not a travel cup like Byron or Abby brings out to the cops which Steve assumes means this was your drink. Tony must have called while you were waking up, too.

“Your efforts are—“ Steve turns to see an empty roof again “—unnecessary.”

You’re gone. The access door closed again.

“I bet you’re already halfway here,” Tony muses. “You doing that power-run thing?”

The call disconnects and Steve lets it fall with his arm, limp in his lap. He sips at the steaming tea for mere seconds before it occurs to him.

If he texts himself from your phone, he’ll have your number.

“Damnit,” Steve exclaims when the locked screen taunts him.

Thank god the Team doesn’t actually know how bad he is at this. It’s embarrassing, really. He deserves to skulk around on concrete treetops and sleep on stone.

He leaves the mug and phone by the door before rushing off. He notes how impressive it is that not only is the roof access door so quiet that he didn’t hear it twice, but that also counts as a security concern. He might just be splitting hairs. He’s also impressed by how you could sneak up on him. Perhaps he’s gotten too comfortable with even the fake idea of being with you, but the fantasy is pretty great.

As Steve runs back to the Tower, all he can think about is how perfect breakfast in bed sounds, and it’s distracting enough to slow him…just a little.

Fighting helps. Kinda. Or rather, fighting takes Steve’s mind off of other things right up until the tide of battle turns and Tony Stark has a spare second to insert himself into Steve’s life as well as everyone’s comms.

“So what’s it gonna take for you to really do this thing?”

Steve doesn’t understand at first because he’s busy checking in on the agents around him like he’s supposed to be doing. Stark, on the other hand, casually flies toward the hidden base of their enemy’s operations.

“What? You thought you fooled anyone?”

“Not the time, Tony,” Steve gripes, sending the shield in a bouncing arc off two trees and three bad guys. Honestly, he also did think that everyone bought you two together. Why wouldn’t they? It was convincing enough to haunt Steve.

“Guy’s not usually jonesing to drive a golf cart if he’s already on the bullet train, if you know what I mean,” Tony blusters.

“Really, Stark,” Wilson yells from his position on the other side of the valley, “a train metaphor was your best choice?”

Steve purses his lips in response, slamming into one guy, using the momentum to jump, and kicking another guy dead in the chest. That guy ricochets back into a third. The third guy’s gun goes off and drops two more guys. Steve still doesn’t want to have this conversation, even if the actual attack situation is going well for his side.

“I’m just saying if he needs some help sealing the deal—“

“—leave him alone, Stark—“

“—then I can put in a word.”

“Oh!” Steve pops the shield straps back over his arm after mowing down another line of men. “Like you put in the words that made her leave?! What the hell did you say?”

Dang it. If you and Steve were really dating, he’d already know the answer to that.

“Easy, Straps and Abs, it was a test.”

Sam beats Steve to it. “And did she pass?”

There’s a burst of sound and an explosion in the distance.

“Um. She got pissed, for sure, but I don’t know yet. I may have suggested that she only liked Cap for being, ya know, a shiny, blond beefcake.”

“You used those exact words, did you? I take it back,” Sam mutters. “That is the most hypocritical thing Stark’s ever said.”

“Somebody’s gotta top me,” Tony snorts. “Might as well be—“

“Are you KIDDING?” Steve finally breaks.

“It’s important to me that she likes you for you. Sue me—though I’m obligated to warn you you’ll be stuck in litigation for—“

“Stark!” both Steve and Sam shout in frustration.

The leagues of bad guys lose formation as their base crumbles and their radios cut out. They exchange confused looks and disagree on whether to continue attacking or retreat.

“Relax,” Tony purrs before Iron Man touches down in front of Steve. The helmet opens. “I’ve got a ticket to the Tovarich Spring Show with your name on it, and I think…” Tony scans the floundering group just as backup jets arrive to help arrest the survivors. “We’ll be home in time for Rogers to put on a ballgown and hop in a pumpkin.”

One spot of purple in a sea of white.

This isn’t how it was supposed to be.

“Ma’am, the screens you wanted set up are all positioned, and we are ten minutes from showtime,” the stage manager says in seeming slow-motion beside you. “Ma’am,” she tries again when you don’t answer. You’re too distracted by the wrong arrangements.

“I ordered butterfly bush…”

“What?”

“I ordered…I didn’t order white roses,” you croak.

Fisk’s signature flower sits on every table, lines every aisle, adorns the entire rim of the runway, and you did not order them.

Richard ‘The Rose’ is messing with you. It makes your blood boil more than it makes your hands shake because he’s not going to get what he wants. You’re not going to give it to him, but you are going to show what you can do. He can’t take credit for your work. He will not own you.

“We don’t have time to change them—“

“He’s here!” Abby bounds over, gripping your shoulder, panting after running all the way from the press tent. “Captain Rogers is here. He’s wearing the jacket.”

A nervous smile forces its way across your lips before you grasp Abby’s hand, quickly looking back at the single stalk of butterfly bush dangling in beautiful fuchsia clusters in a vase of roses. It’s a sign, proof that Fisk was able to rewrite your order, a threat that he can rewrite your life if he so chooses.

He’s wrong. You’ll show him. You’ll show everything tonight.

“Thank god for that,” you whisper, squeezing your assistant, “because Steve’s probably about to get a hell of a show.”

The stage manager calls for all the models to line up. You fuss with the finishing touches on all the men, asking how they feel, delighted when each and every one answers with some form of ‘great,’ ‘fantastic,’ or ‘never better.’ That’s what this whole line is about: confidence and comfort.

There’s no cookie-cutter mold for a handsome man. Every frame is inspiring.

You’ve explained to the models that they can reflect however they feel in the clothing on their walk down the runway. If they feel like strutting, then by all means. If they feel like beaming a beautiful smile, it’s welcome. Several pick a pocket to sink a strategic hand into.

A one-minute warning is given.

From your spot deep in the stage left shadows, you can see Steve front and center, pulling at his lapel anxiously before petting his thumb back and forth over the smooth fabric.

Nailed it, you think. He looks happy, so it’s just an added bonus that he looks so good and is covered.

Suddenly, his eyes find you and Steve sits straight up at the edge of his chair just as the lights go out.

The countdown softly descends from ten nine eight seven, the music cranks up above the short round of applause, and you exaggerate silent words, hoping not-quite-beyond hope that the super soldier can still see you in the dark.

‘For you, handsome.’

They’re off. Ten models. Slim and slight men radiant in perfectly crafted, fitted clothing that makes each look like a king in his own right. Not one is taller than 5’6’’ and not one weighs more the 130lbs. Next year, you’ll go bigger, but this statement is essential. One particular build is flawless to you, whether it ever changes or not.

Steve Rogers was just born to be loved by you in any body.

You get to watch it dawn on him, too.

Model 1: he’s a little miffed.

Model 2: his jaw goes slack.

Model 3: he’s transfixed and taking a shaky, deep breath.

By model number four, Steve doesn’t even see anymore, his head turning to where he knows you still stand, a soft expression in the soft glow from the stage.

Even in the dark and shadow, you feel pinned, flattered, and embarrassed. Your hands smooth down the navy overlay of your full skirt and tug at the thick structured cuffs to your metallic threaded bodice. It’s the same silver laced into Steve’s jacket.

Politely, Steve stands to cheer with the rest of the crowd, staring without demanding your attention, and you wait for all the models to start their final walk before stepping out into the cacophony of light and sound. The models flank you. Several grab your arm in appreciation.

It’s so bright. So loud.

The screens of fabric you had the crew raise are still visible at the back, lit through from the entrance where no one should be during the show, yet you see movement. Figure after figure files in, and then the noise shifts. Hands aren’t just banging together. Bullets are banging on the metal scaffold across the ceiling. Your audience’s screams morph from triumph to terror.

People scramble, knocking chairs and each other out of the way, pushing in opposite directions to avoid the same source of fear.

It’s chaos, and you can’t hesitate.

“Behind me,” you scream as loud as you can, and race to the edge of the runway.

Steve lunges for your feet as you pass, but you don’t let him stop you. Whatever he yells to do is lost in the din as you spin to flair your long skirt over the edge.

Rose stems snap and litter the floor.

Your back to Fisk’s men, you beat your fist to the star placard on your chest and activate the battery. It hums to life as electric current races through the silvery details on your chest and down your body, stiffening the thick, bulletproof fabric now on display high like a peacock’s plume.

And it works.

Steve stares up from the floor at a wall of red and navy around a silver star, and you have succeeded where Tony Stark could not. You created a shield not of metal but of thread.

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A/N: I made myself entirely too emotional with this, so I am praying that you all like it as much as I do. I seriously need to go scream into a corner now though.

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reareaotaku · 8 months

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AHHH OMGGGG i’m SO happy to see that you’re writing for yandere!SVU!! i would love to see sonny carisi too :) do you take requests for SVU? i can definitely think of some dark scenarios to request! thank you :)

Lol this request came in twice. I love Sonny so much <3 I'd take requests for SVU, I'm watching it rn as I'm writing this

He worries about you. He can't help it

I mean you're his partner after all. What kind of guy would he be if he didn't worry?

Especially in your line of work

He's the sweetest guy in the world to you

Practically worships the ground you walk on

You want something? All you gotta do is ask

His place is always open if you need somewhere to stay/go

He thinks it's nice to have someone near

He'll buy you breakfast

At first, he would take guesses on what you like. He'll start by bringing stuff that everyone likes, like doughnuts, bagels, waffles, etc. He'll take extra note when you say, "Oh, I don't really like those" or "Mmm... ____ would go really well with this." The other detectives/cops will tease/complain about how he only buys you food

He takes note of everything you like. Favorite foods, favorite restaurants. Times you like to eat, what you prefer to eat when in certain moods. It's obsessive

Then, after some time, he'll invite you to lunch. Say you've just got done arresting a guy or questioning witnesses, and he'll be like "Hey, do you want to get lunch? My treat"

It then progresses to dinner, but he always disguises it as him being friendly

He would never admit to liking you, because he doesn't want to risk either of your jobs, but it's so obvious to anyone with eyes

He's a jealous guy, but he's not like violent like some people

He's more passive aggressive. He'll make snarky comments about the person who was getting a little too flirty with you. You'll be taken aback by his remarks

Type of guy who wants children and marriage with you

He doesn't know how he's his life this long without knowing you

He'll use stupid pick-up lines on you, just to get a chuckle

They'll be super cheesy

He invites you to go to Special Events as his date

Wants to go dancing with you. Mostly to show you his dance moves

Total show off^

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cupoftaae · 1 year

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Could you do one where y/n is walking to home alone at night and is scared of someone and calls tae or somethingg ? :)) I love the Forever and a Day series!

Hello angel! sorry for the delay in post, been busy offline but im gonna get through my requests now, thank you for reading and loving the series! <3

No warnings, enjoy!!

"why are we getting dessert at 1am?"....."why not?" KTH DRABBLE

"Hi sweetheart, are you just getting out?" Taehyung sat up in bed, phone up to his ear as he picked up your call.

"Hi baby, yeah.." you exhale, walking out of your building and walking to go catch the train home to your apartment.

The past few weeks youve been working as an assistant dance instructor at a fine arts school. You loved teaching and dancing everyday, but some nights were long, and you couldnt let the students leave unless their choreography was perfect.

"How was work then?" he asked, feeling more awake

"well...we finished the main choreo which is actually really good considering we just started teaching it last saturday. I think they are catching onto it now....but we still had to stay late and do costumes and what not..."

"busy, busy girl" he chuckled softly, fidgeting with his shirt as he heard the tiredness in your voice.

"yeah you got that right" you sigh and walk over to cross the street, eyeing the boarding platform for the train. "I'll be home soon, okay?"

"ok my love..."

"do you want me to pick up anything? Im at the train but I can stop quickly at the 24 hour market and bu-"

"hello!"

You stopped talking to your boyfriend as you heard a voice appear behind you. You turned to meet eyes with a much taller man wearing a grey hoodie and baggy navy blue sweatpants. He could have been anywhere between 30-40 years old.

"Uhm-..hi?" you smiled quickly, confused. You hadnt seen anyone around when you first arrived.

"whos there with you?" taehyung listens in to the unfamiliar voice

"hang on, tae" you mumble, putting the phone down as the man steps a bit closer.

"you look very pretty!" the older man spoke calmly, making you cringe. He smelled of cigarettes and booze.

"oh...thanks, im not interested in anything...im sorry. Just waiting to catch the train" you nod and point at the empty tracks in front of you, putting the phone back up to your ear as you turn

"baby whos that?" taehyung frowned, turning down the tv so he could listen more closely.

"I dont know...im at the train and some guy is just trying to talk to me" you whisper through gritted teeth.

"what??" he panics

"how old are you?" the guy asks, now closer to you than before.

"sir...im a little uncomfy with you being so close, I am just trying to get home to my boyfriend, its very late." you try to speak without your voice shaking.

"ah come on...dont be like that, im sure he wont mind if your home a little later. why dont we go have a little fun?" he mumbled

you felt your heart sink to your stomach as you immediately backed up. you wish you hadn't left your stupid pepper spray at home.

"Y/N?" tae called out, but your phone was by your side as you looked back at him. "please.....just go away" you try again

He simply laughed and continued to step closer before a cop that mustve been nearby came up behind him, grabbing his attention.

"hello sir, mind if I ask why you are out here this late?"

He scoffed, shrugging dramatically.

The cop continued to press questions as you quickly made a gesture of appreciation and fled without him noticing you.

You ran off the platform and back into the parking lot of some random store, picking up the phone to see tae was still on the line.

"taehyung??"

"Y/N, what happened? whats going on??" his voice was fast, concerned.

"I- I dont know, i ran away but some guy was near me asking me questions and I just- the cop came by but im afraid to go to the train again...im just-"

"where are you right now?" he stopped you

you turn around to see the 7/11 type market before you, "Im by the convenient store on 11th street..."

"okay stay there, go inside if you can...im coming to get you okay?"

"okay..." you breathe out and sit on the curb right next to the front door, still shaking a bit as your eyes nervously peered around the street, cars passing every now and then.

Taehyung grabbed his keys and was gone within the next 5 minutes, his own nervousness getting to him. He drove to you, keeping you on the line to speak.

"what did he look like?"

"tae i dont know, he was just older...creepy. smelled awful."

"im so sorry that this happened, are you okay?"

"im fine...im just scared now" you laugh breathily.

"im almost there, ok?"

"mhm"

your feet swung against the concrete parking lot before you saw the familiar headlights of your boyfriend pulling in. you waved to grab his attention, him parking the car close to you.

He got out and hugged you, swaying lightly. "its okay"

you give him a squeeze, "im sorry you had to come all the way over here so late.."

"shh dont apologize, you should always keep this with you though" he grabbed the pepper spray you left at home, shoving it into your backpack as you laughed.

"but its pinkkkk" you whined

"so?"

"what guy is gonna be afraid of some pink pepper spray?"

"hey, pepper spray is pepper spray, you just have the bedazzled version. You spray and slay" he shrugged, making you cringe audibly.

"never fucking say that again" you laugh, pointing in his face as he holds your hand in his, beginning his walk to the markets front door.

"why are we going in here?" you ask

"mine as well" he smiled and opened the door, walking in and eyeing the people- free isles.

You followed him as he darted to the back of the building, lifting up the glass case and picking up 2 vanilla ice creams, then going to grab 2 iced coffees.

"whats all this?"

"dessert" he looked back and winked jokingly as he made his way to ring up the items.

You scoffed and stood behind him as he paid, "And why are we getting dessert at 1am?"

"why not" he chuckled and handed you the ice cream and coffee

"valid point" you giggle, "thank you"

He kissed your forehead and led you back out to the car, getting in and enjoying your late night snack.

"so you said the cop stopped him?"

you nodded, licking your cone and looking out the window. "He reeked of alcohol so I doubt it was because he was stalking some young girl....wonder if he was even arrested" you scoff

He hummed, pondering in thought.

The car went quiet for a moment

"do you think hes in the back seat?" tae suddenly spoke, side eyeing you.

"Tae!!!" you shout, playfully smacking his arm as he defensively raised his hands

"sorry, sorry!"

"one more word and im pepper spraying you"

#taehyung #kim taehyung bts #kim taehyung series #kim taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung #taehyung drabble #taehyung fluff #taehyung fanfic #tae #tae fic #tae drabble #tae x reader #tae fluff #tae smut #bts fanfic #bts taehyung #taehyung bts #bts

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eddiemunsonsdrug · 1 year

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The Missing Link | Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve knew Hawkins would drag him back one day or another, but coming back because Dustin was missing was almost something out of a nightmare.

warnings: I think like one cuss word? (also eddie lives tho hes not in this part)

A/N: I had this dream for this story, trying to spread the ideas into a somewhat series, I hope you enjoy. please let me know if you like it as it is more on the serious side.

words: 2555

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Steve could feel the dread in his chest fill long before he even saw the town limit sign marking the welcome of the town of Hawkins. How he absolutely loathed this place, the small town he once called home, a place he figured he would never leave, a place he used to love with pride.

But he knew deep down one day this place would drag him back.

He switched his radio off as he passed the metal sign and released a deep seeded, frustrated sigh.

“Come on man, where are you.” He muttered to himself as the trees passed him in a blur.

He had gotten a frantic call from Dustin’s mom hoping he had heard from the boy, maybe he had run off to see Steve at his college, hide away somewhere safe. But when he let her know that he hadn’t heard from him in a while the panic set in. Dustin was missing. At first Steve was hopeful that he had just gotten lost in the woods the night before, or maybe when he was still missing, he had gotten into something only Dustin could understand. But after a week had gone by with no sight or sound from him, he knew nothing was that simple. Not with any of the group.

Steves heart began to pound loudly in his chest as his heart rate rose when the buildings of downtown began to come into sight, downtown was still being pieced back together, broken windows, boarded up doors and roads still paving the enormous cracks. Everything about Hawkins still felt ominous.

Though it had been 3 years since the final battle with Vecna, this town would never be the same again.

Steve soon found himself at the back of town and turning down a dirt road, more forest zooming past his eyeline as his car rumbled against the rocks and roots of the large trees. His car began to fight back on the steep hills enough that he decided to pull off to the side and leave his car, making the rest of the short way on foot.

It was nice outside, Steve wanted to yell at the sky, why should it be this beautiful out when something so horrible is happening. He pushed himself to the top of the hill, a short path leading to a pond was blocked off by police cars, something in Steve's stomach churned, it all felt too familiar from when Will went missing, though that was now ancient history.

As he made his way to the cars and cops a few heads turned, a body moved to block him. “Sorry son, this area is currently off limits.” Steve opened his mouth to speak but was swiftly cut off before he could utter a word. “Its alright Nicolson, I called him here.” The familiar gruff voice came into view and Steve couldn’t stop the goosebumps that spread across his skin. “Its good to see you, Steve.” Steve looked Hopper directly in the eyes, he had no patience for the small talk this town had to offer. “This is where he last was?” Hopper grabbed the rim of his hat before nodding. “That’s what Will said, they were smoking.” Hopper can’t help but roll his eyes at the thought. When did these kids get old enough to be doing these types of things?

“It was dark, they all started to head home, Dustin was behind them one second, next he wasn’t. They have no idea where he could have gone.” Hopper’s voice quieted at the end. “This is just to give some ease to his mother; I don’t believe he’s in there.” Hopper nodded towards the scummy pond. Steve nodded, Dustin knows how to swim and even still he’s not stupid enough to get into water in the dark of night. Not after the things they’ve seen.

Officer Powel soon came up to the both of them. “Hop, you sure this is a good idea? Shouldn’t we call like the FBI?”

“No.” Both Hopper and Steve griped at the same time. “No more government crap, they never do any good to this town.” Hopper announced. “Besides.” Hopper said before quickly wrapping his arm around Steves shoulder and squeezing him assuredly. “We have the captain of the swim team of 1984 here.” Steve awkwardly let his arms hang limply in front of him from the strange embrace. “Co-captain.” He muttered out. “What?” Hopper asked leaning his ear down to Steves face. “Co-captain of the swim team.” He announced louder.

Hopper straightened, pausing. “CO-captain! The co-captain of the swim team.” Hopper gave a strained smile as he released Steve from his arm. Steve stumbled forward a bit before Officer Powel meandered away. As Steve began to walk towards the pond Hopper followed suit. “I thought you said you were captain.” He growled in a low voice as to not attract anymore unnecessary attention on the two of them. “You never specifically asked.” Steve all but snapped back.

Less than half an hour back in Hawkins and he was already being lectured. Though he didn’t look back at the brick wall of a man, he assumed he was rolling his eyes and wondering if he had made the right choice to call him back here.

Steve stood at the edge of the pond and scanned his eyes over the scum sitting atop the water, there was no sight of displacement among it. One officer came up behind him before sliding fabric on top of his head. “This will help you see anything down there, though it shouldn’t be too dark.” Steve nodded as he fixed the headlamp to the top of his head properly and pressed the button, turning it on and off again making sure it worked.

“How long can you hold your breath?” The unknown cop asked as Steve stripped his sweater off and tossed it to the floor of the forest. “A little bit over a minute.” He replied hoping to ease the officers worried look. “If you see anything down there, come up and tell us. Don’t touch it.” He ordered like Steve was an officer in training, he gave him a simple nod before sliding his sweats down, his green swim trunks coming into view. Hopper moved to give him one last assuring clap on his shoulder. “You got this kid.” Internally Steve was holding back on correcting him, he was a fully grown adult at this point in his life but he knew it was a sign of respect from Hopper.

He stepped towards the end of the jagged rocks and looked down, he reached up to click on the head lamp before stepping into the brisk water, a shiver ran up his spine as he went deeper and deeper into said pond, the scum moving out of his way as he waded in deeper and deeper, he took a final breath in before plunging himself down into the murky water.

It took a moment before the waters temperature ceased from distracting his body and he could open his eyes, the light barely helping in the gray water. He continued to move; the bottom of the pond filled with slicked, greasy rocks. A few dug awkwardly into his foot as he pushed forward, he squinted as if that would help his sight but, as he reached one of the walls of rocks he could see something, something neon.

Steve clenched his jaw tightly as his heart began to pound in his ears, either from the bit of fear that shot into his chest or the lack of air, he wouldn’t know. He inched closer and forced his body lower to get the object into view. As the dim light shone over it, it came into clear view. A hat. A hat, white in the front, neon green at the sides and the lid. Written on it in a computer like font it read Computer Camp.

Steve went to reach for it for a moment before remembering the words of the cop above him. Don’t touch it, don’t grab it, as badly as you want to. His eyes closed tightly as his body pushed to move upwards. Fuck. He finally reached the top of the water, wading lightly with his legs in the still water. “I found something!” He shouted over the chatter of the police force.

A few heads turned before Hopper stormed over, crouching down he looked Steve coldly and directly in his eyes. “You’re sure?” His voice was stern yet quiet, he was making sure Steve wasn’t seeing something he wanted to see. Steve was still catching his breath as he nodded. “I’m sure Hop.” He bit his tongue as he fought back the emotions swelling in him. What did this mean, was he somewhere in there? Did an animal get him? Or worse…

Hopper held out his hand, Steve took it instantly and allowed himself to be dragged from the water. A few officers moved to place head lamps on themselves along with gloves. Would that be necessary? Would there be anything on there to help track Dustin?

Steve stood frozen, the haze of people moving around him had him staring at nothing. A towel was wrapped around his shoulders as he heard the faint words of Hopper telling him he had done well; a ringing filled his ears as his mind filled with the possibilities of what could have happened to Dustin. He wasn’t sure how long he was stood there till a voice broke through. “What do you mean I can’t come through!? I’m basically family!!” Steve followed the shouting and arguing to find your face. It was flushed red as you were holding in the inevitable tears, he knew were near.

You could feel eyes borrowing into your skull as your head snapped around the officers currently blocking you, your blood ran cold as the sound around you turned into a faint static. “S-Steve?” You whispered; your body too stunned to make noise.

The tears you had been holding back reached their destination as they spilled from your eyes down to your cheeks, burning your cold face. “Steve!” You shouted, your body filled with adrenaline, and you pushed your way through the officers’ stances like saloon doors and ran over to Steve still stuck in place. In the last few feet you threw yourself into his torso and wrapped your arms tightly around his back. “Oh my god, Steve, its really you.” You sobbed out into his bare chest.

Years, it had been years since he saw you last, being one of the last people he could make out in his rear-view mirror, a few tears had fallen from your eyes that day too. But now you were heaving great sobs against his bare skin. His arms remained unmoving as your grip only tightened. “Did you find him? Did you find something?” You were shouting up at him, trying to break him from his thoughts. “Steve!?” You released your grip only to place your hands on his face. “Did you find him?” Steve looked down at you, his eyes seemed so cold and empty compared to yours, swirling with fear, frustration, and heartbreak. “I, I uh. No I didn’t find him.” His voice came out dry and creaky, his mouth dry as he wanted desperately to give you some good news. More tears streamed down your face and dripped off your chin. “I’m so glad you’re here, we will find him.” You nodded trying to get him to mimic your movements.

A few officers emerged from the pond, a hat in one of their gloved hands, your head followed the movement to see clearly what they were placing gently into an evidence bag. “Wh-what is that? Is that Dustin’s?” Your voice broke as you began to drag your body closer, Steves hand clamped against your wrist, his body finally able to move again. “Don’t Y/N, don’t” His voice going quiet at the end. “Its just his hat, there was nothing else there.” He tried to reassure, but it only ended in you crying against his chest once more, only this time Steve was holding you close, attempting to hold up your weakening body. “Come on, lets get out of here.” He muttered staring straight forward to the path he had taken from his car.

You looked at him in disbelief, you should stay, stay until you knew something, hell stay until they found Dustin safe and sound. But you knew it wouldn’t be possible, sooner or later Hopper would make you go home, like the other times in the past week. “My cars just down the hill.” Steve said reaching for his sweater and sweats near by, quickly pulling on the sweater before moving forward, carrying his sweats in his hand. He didn’t give you a chance to argue, only a chance to follow.

You moved your aching legs to catch up beside him. “Did you walk here?” He asked, his eyesight pointed forward. You wished you could get a glimpse of what was going on in his head. “Yeah.” You looked down towards the dirt, watching the roots pass your feet. “Still don’t know how to drive?” He questioned, he was attempting to lighten the mood, but his voice was so monotone that you couldn’t tell if he was upset with you. “No… That’s what the gangs for.” You mumbled as you took careful steps down the hill, you were in front of his car in a matter of moments watching him dig his keys from the pocket of his pants.

“How-“ Steve paused as he internally fought with whether he wanted to know how everyone was, or if he was just attempting to make small talk in this tense, awkward situation. “They’re good. Besides all this I mean.” You answered for him, shrugging your tired shoulders as he reached in to unlock the car.

The ride back to your apartment building was silent, no questions passed back and fourth, no catching up, no reminiscing. It was all bleak as Steve pulled up to the sidewalk in front of your building. You sat unmoving for a while staring down Steves dashboard, unsure of how to leave in this type of situation. “Do you… want to come up? I have a couch available.” You asked quietly avoiding all eye contact, you didn’t want him to slip through your fingers once more. You weren’t sure you’d see him again if you just left.

“I uh, I’m staying with Robin, I should really go meet up with her. She’s probably worried.” You let out a light chuckle. “Yeah, probably. Well you can place all the blame on me.” Your eyes wandered over to Steve, his grip on his steering wheel showed you his impatience. “I’ll… I-I hope to see you again before you leave.” You finally let your eyes rest on Steves face, you couldn’t read it if you had a microscope. He was empty. “Yeah.” He huffed. “We’ll see.” His voice was grumbled, he could barely remember how to breathe at this point. His mind was completely elsewhere, but how badly he wanted to give you some form of his old self was looming in his head and heart.

You exited from the vehicle without another word to him.

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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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been in a writing slump for the last lil bit, i currently have seven (yes, SEVEN) almost completed WIPs in my google docs, all varying characters and scenarios, a few that are requests and others that aren't. i'm gonna pop little descriptions and excerpts from each WIP below, if you guys want to please reply and cast your vote for which one you wanna see first i'll finish the one with the most votes and post it on friday! <3

untitled - kurt kunkle x fem!reader

decription: there basically isn't one, kurt is readers spree driver and she wants to fuck him real bad lmao

“W-want you, Kurt,” You stutter, unable to hold back your tears when he tugs your hair harder. The song changes, though your ears hardly register it. From this angle you can see the streetlights out the windows, painfully aware now of how open and public this is, how if the cops came you’d both be fucked. It doesn’t help how much you’re enjoying this.

Kurt groans when you finally give him what he wants, the reply he needed, all the anger on his face changing to bliss, “Tell my fans how good my cock is,” He’s smirking at you, grinning wider when your eyes pop open in realization. You tilt your head further back, finally aware that he’s been filming this on Live the entire time, just muting the noise of his notifications so you knew no better.

me, myself and why - modern day!eddie munson x fem!reader

description: eddie and reader are in a situationship that continues on no matter how much reader claims to want out. based on me, myself and why by alana springsteen.

You sit up in the bed that you’d wound up in at least three times a week for the last four months, and you curse yourself for being so stupid. You try not to let the pain overtake your features, try not to let him see that it’s bothering you — the rejection, and how your ‘relationship’ will be over just like that, because you were stupid with your own emotions.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” You stutter, leaning over to the side to retrieve your clothes, a quiet little chuckle escaping your lips, and you know you look crazy, all wide eyed and trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to escape, “I probably wasn’t thinking at all, post orgasm haze and whatever.”

but i do - steve harrington x plus size fem!reader

description: our fave lil steve takes an interest in a plus size girl who's typically confident, though her confidence falters when they finally have sex.

So, when he approached you and asked you out, you really had to stop yourself from laughing directly in his face. Had he really gone through every single conventionally attractive woman in Hawkins? This had to have been some kind of joke. You knew his type — tiny, petite, usually brunette but nowadays he didn’t seem picky about hair colour. You were the furthest thing from what he went for.

You weren’t ugly, and you didn’t see yourself as ugly, either. But, you carried weight in your hips, your belly, your arms, your thighs. To most, that would make you ugly by default. You were told so, too, by a lot of people. Years of relentless nasty remarks had you struggling to come to terms with your body, but once adulthood took over you found yourself caring less and less, in turn surrounding yourself with people who loved you for you.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: reader and eddie are fwb's, steve has a crush on reader. cue car shenanigans.

“Don’t turn around, but—“ You don’t even get the sentence out before Eddie’s whipping his head around like an idiot, facing exactly where Steve is standing, frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, a dark flush spreading on his cheeks before he’s turning away. He couldn’t have disappeared through the door to the break room any faster if he’d tried.

“What the hell was that, Munson? I fucking said not to turn around,” You hiss through gritted teeth, leaning forward to smack Eddie’s bare arm with your sundae spoon. Eddie feigns a little hurt noise in the back of his throat, rubbing at the red patch of skin where you’d spanked him with the silverware.

untitled - eddie x fem!reader x oc fem!character

description: an established lesbian couple live in the trailer next to eddie's. they catch him watching them, and decide to play into his fantasies.

Eddie Munson is a lot of things, but he’s not a creep. Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself as he fists tightly at his cock with his ringed fingers, mouth hung open in a silent moan as he watches you throw your head back, back arching deliciously and giving him a perfect view of your pouty lips, the curve of your tits, the hand wound tightly in Michelle’s permed hair.

He’d watched the whole scene unfold as Michelle backed you up against the sink with a hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tapping your thigh to signal you to jump up onto the counter. Her head disappeared under your short skirt not long after, and the moans followed quickly.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: bootriding and blowjobs. that's it. that's the fic.

“If you’re so desperate to get off, get on the floor and do it your fucking self,” Eddie snips, shoving you off of his lap until you’re dropping to the floor on your knees in shock. This seems to rouse Steve out of his own little bubble, and he looks down at you with large, bloodshot eyes. From this angle, you know your tits are spilling out from the neck of your little tank top, in Steve’s eyeline for him to gawk at — he takes the bait, eyeing up the supple flesh, shuffling in his seat uncomfortably.

“Go on then,” Eddie’s voice is dark, a tone he only ever uses when he’s annoyed at you — it’s pathetic how your pussy quivers when his words ring through your ears, because you’re in for it, he’s not going to make this easy on you, “Show Steve what a little slut you are.”

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: established couple eddie and reader decide they want to have fun with their new neighbour, older!steve.

“It’s okay, Steve — can I call you Steve?” Eddie asks, this shit eating grin on his face as he perches on his knees behind you, and Steve nods in return, “She’s just eager, she wants to please you. I’ll help guide her, from the straining in your pants I’d say she’s gonna need it.”

Steve whimpers, eyes going wide as they fly to watch you moving your fingers deftly to pop the button on his jeans. Eddie’s hands roam up your shirt, groping at the soft pudge of your belly, making you shiver - his own erection is as clear as day, as it digs into the small of your back.

#eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steddie x reader #WIP HELL #i'm begging for help y'all

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ireallycouldnotbebothered · 2 years

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•temporary lover•

summary: you are completely shocked when a criminal climbs into your window, pretending to be your lover as the cops are desperately on the search for him.

warnings: guns used inappropriately, violence(?) and alot of smut

mistas thoughts in blue!

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"Book inspiration is so hard to get these days!" You said as you threw another piece of paper in the now full trash can next to you. It had been 2 months since your first ever book had gone viral and now the expectations to release a book just as good were too high.

The money you had received from the book you got was treating you well though, your apartment was huge and you could get anything you wanted but you wanted to try and write something else.

Something with action and with well thought out characters was what you needed for another bestseller but right now your mind was blank.

You sighed and decided that you should probably stop for the night, you weren't getting anywhere and you were tired. You got changed into a white,silky nightdress and just as you turned around to go to your bedroom, you heard a loud BANG.

You froze. That came from downstairs! Were you being robbed?? Oh no, you were too young to die! You grabbed a plank that was next to you and ran down the stairs. You were in your hero arc right now so it was only right to be stupid and run straight into the scene.

When you got downstairs with the plank in both hands, you found a bizarre man in a blue suit on the floor with scratches and bruises all over his face.

He looked straight up at you with a mischievous grin.

The plank had now left your hand and you felt drunk as you couldn't decide on which emotion you were feeling, excitement,worry and all the others.

"who the fuck are you??" You said staring at him.

"I don't usually present myself like this so I deeply apologise for this miss, I'm known as guido mista, a pretty girl like you must have a pretty name, right?"

Who is this woman and why is she so amazingly pretty??

"MISTA AS IN FAMOUS GANG MEMBER MISTA WHOSE BEEN ON THE RUN FOR THE PAST 3 DAYS??" You shouted, remembering the news report you had read this afternoon.

"Oh I didn't know I was famous enough for a pretty girl like you to say my name. Luckily for you I think I'll be here for a while."

He laughs at your still shocked face as he gets up to sit on a chair.

"You look sexy in that nightdress by the way, I just about get a view of your boobs from here" he said, taking off his hat (?)(idk what its called lol) to reveal brown curly hair.

"Number 1 who said you're staying here and Number 2 don't be a fucking pervert or you're getting hit with the plank, infact you're getting hit either way" You shouted walking towards him.

"Come on I'm sure we can compromise pretty girl, right?"

"I dont think so Guido Mista." You smirked at the man who was now face to face with you.

"I'll let you do anything you want to me pretty girl. Anything." He said pulling you closer to him.

As he gets to examine your face more, he feels like he's seen you before on a show or something.

"Are you famous or something, I've definitely seen this pretty face before." He said, lifting your chin with his index finger.

You push him away slowly and sit on a chair opposite him and sigh.

What the fuck am I going to do with him? I mean I could ask him some stories he has about adventures or something at least.

"Ok. How about we make a deal, im a writer and i need some inspiration so tell me some of your best stories and you can stay for however long you need to." You said looking at him.

"That works perfectly for me but I should mention how the police are going through everyone on this street's houses to find me so uh-"

"WHAT."

Just as you were about to start shouting at him you heard a police officer talking to your neighbors.

"What the hell do we do??" You said crossing your arms.

"Easy. Fake sex. They won't come in when they hear a young, hot couple having the type of sex your neighbors complain about." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You froze. I mean all I have to do is fake moan it's pretty easy

"Fuck fuck fuck uh take off your clothes" You said to the brunette as the police officers were inches away from your door.

"Oh so we're dating now, its only been 5 minutes pretty girl and you want me this bad."

"Shut up and take off your clothes do you want to get caught?" You said taking off your nightdress to reveal a silky white lingerie.

"Oh wow, all this for me, you're too kind pretty girl." He said removing his outfit leaving you to view a god-like body infront of him.

You quickly ran to open the window near the door so your fake show could be heard.

You went to Mista and crawled ontop of him

"Dont make this harder than it already is Mista."

"Keep saying my name like that and I might not be able to control myself pretty girl." He chuckled, relaxing himself into the chair.

As soon as the both of you hear footsteps, you start to give him soft kisses all over his face and then his neck where you suck harder earning a loud groan from him.

"Right there baby" he says almost too genuine.

You hear a soft knock on the door.

"What do we do?" You whisper to him.

He pushes you towards him pressing his lips against yours, grabbing your ass in the process causing you to moan loudly.

"Why dont we have a little bit of fun?"

"As long as you dont get caught I do not care Mista." You whispered to him, worried that you could be heard.

To be honest you were just really horny and wanted this mystery man to give you a nice night.

He took off his boxers revealing a rock hard cock poking out.

You gulped, it's huge

He smiled at your expression and shoved his aching cock into your mouth.

You chocked slightly as he pushed further down your throat. You slowly bobbed your head, taking in his length earning some loud moans from him.

"Fuck just like that baby, don't stop I'm close" He groaned pushing your head deeper with one hand.

"Hello anyone in. It's the police, please open the door or we will have to ourselves."

You both froze.

FUCK.

"One second coming!" You shouted, slowly pushing Mista off to get a bathrobe from an other room.

You ran to the door and opened it with an annoyed expression.

"Uhm I'm busy right now, do you need anything?"

"Trust me we could tell." One of the officers said with a smirk.

"Excuse me?" You said glaring at him.

"Sorry about him, we're looking for a criminal on the loose Guido Mista, do you have any idea of his whereabouts?"

Time for the main act.

"Are you saying that because I'm a woman, do you think I'm sleeping with him or something. I've already been disrespected by your colleague here so I really am considering talking to your boss." You said in the most stern voice you could.

As the two officers stood there shocked, suddenly Mista appeared behind you in a bathroom robe and a black face mask.

"Anything wrong babe, I can hear alot of noise" He said leaning on the doorframe beside you.

"Just these officers" you said playing along.

"Oh, if you guys don't mind we have some business to attend to right now so maybe you could come at a later time?"

The police officer stared at him attentively but ultimately gave up.

"Uh yes okay, were terribly sorry by the way miss" the officer said.

You slammed the door and shut the window and sighed.

"Jesus Christ they're so persistent"

"You owe me I saved your ass." Mista laughed as you fell onto the chair.

"No you owe me first. I have you the best blowjob of your life, give me a story."

"Fine, hmm where do I start." He said sitting next to you on the chair.

"Well I had a few adventures with this guy called Giorno Giovanna, he was crazy I swear-"

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#mista #anime #mista x reader #animesmut #Jjba #mista smut #anime x reader #jojo mista #jjba mista #guido mista

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Harry Wells (Flash) - Earth 2 - Chapter 3

“(Y/N), you have to wake up.”

Brows furrowed, you open your eyes.

The bright lights and faint smell of sterilizers isn’t foreign to you.

“You’re awake Ms. (L/N).”

Turning your head, you send the male a weak smile.

“Sorry about that Dr. Wells.”

He shook his head.

“You’re not a speedster, you shouldn’t put yourself in danger. You could have died.”

His tone is disapproving, not that you’re surprised. Most of your conversations seem to go this way.

“Just because I don’t have crazy powers doesn't change who I am. To protect and serve. That’s the oath I took.” You force yourself to sit upright because you really don’t want to hear anymore of his lectures.

“I’m not one of your scientists, you can’t tell me how to live my life. My friends were in trouble so I did what I had to."

It’s annoying the way he comes down on you. You’re not Barry. The young CSI clearly idolized Harrison and you understand why, but you don’t like being treated like a kid.

Standing, you survey your surroundings.

“Where the hell is my gun?”

Moving so quickly after getting blasted into a wall wasn’t the smartest idea, but it’s better than staying here.

“Right here.” He pulls it from the side of his chair, along with your badge.

“Detective West told me to alert him the moment you woke up. Barry and the others are over at the precinct giving their statements.”

You nod, moving to take your belongings.

He hands it to you and you give your thanks as you holster your gun and strap your badge on. There’s a dull ache at the back of your head. You turn, pressing a hand to your temple in discomfort.

“At least let me check you for a concussion.”

“So you can scold me some more, I think I’ll pass.”

You try to brush it off, but he takes your hand softly.

“Please.”

You hate it when he does that. Looks at you with so much concern. It’s irritating. From the moment you realized how you felt, you told yourself never to cross that line. He’s a member of Team Flash. Your relationship is strictly centered around protecting the city. Nothing more can happen. It was a stupid deal you created in your head. Whenever someone got close, you were sure to create that distance. Because somehow you always end up being the one who gets hurt.

“I’m not some project that you can fix.”

His hold is still firmly on your wrist.

“I don’t recall ever saying that this was a project. I understand that my reputation might not say much for my character. It would explain your curt replies.”

You pull your hand back.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He raises a brow.

“Are you implying that there is another reason that you’ll so readily throw yourself in front of a truck for me, yet you can hardly hold a conversation.”

“You’re reading too much into that. There’s no underlying reason. I’m a cop. Danger is what I do.”

“It seems much deeper than that.”

You frown.

“Stop fishing.”

“I can’t help it, I am a scientist after all.”

His cheeky response is aggravating.

Rather than stay there going back and forth, you turn, heading towards the exit.

He watches you leave.

It’s not the first time that you’ve both had that type of conversation. You’ve known him for months. The more cases solved together by Barry and his team, the more encounters you have. The closer you became to the scientist. It unnerved you how easily you’d gotten protective of all of them.

Especially him.

That’s why when you heard of his situation a week later, you can’t help but show up to gloat.

“Dr. Wells is in the med bay. We were really lucky Barry got there in time.” Caitlin informs. You nod.

“Is it okay if I drop in?”

“Yes, it was just a minor fall. He should be awake.”

You send her a smile, heading for the glass doors. They open and close.

He hears your steps, straightening in the bed. Those glasses are still perched on the bridge of his nose.

“Not looking too good there doctor. Forget to avoid taunting an unstable convict?”

“You seem to be enjoying this.”

“Immensely.”

You grin.

He runs a hand through his hair with a soft chuckle.

“It’s possible that neither of us are good at avoiding clear signs of danger.” You move closer, taking a seat next to him on the bed.

“I’m qualified to tackle danger, what’s your excuse?”

“Point taken.”

It’s nice to be the one giving the lectures.

“Jokes aside, I’m glad you’re okay. Joe was pretty pissed when he saw how beaten up Barry was.”

“I don’t suppose Detective West will ever let me off the hook.”

“You did convince his son to become a superhero.”

“There is that.”

He’s smiling.

“I know you’re trying to fix everything. No matter how many lives you save, people are always going to treat you like a monster. I might not really understand all this science jumbo, but I know that what you’re doing, it matters.”

He holds your gaze, and you feel his palm sliding over your own against the sheets. Looking down, a light dust of red covers your cheeks at the contact.

“That’s very nice of you to say (Y/N).”

You’re almost afraid to look up, because if you meet those soft eyes, you’ll crumble. It’s a bit of an internal battle. You finally will yourself to look up.

“Don’t go getting any..ideas..”

Your voice trails off. He removes his glasses and you swallow when his free hand cups your cheek. Your lips quiver and he moves closer. You press your hand to his shoulder and he pauses.

“I-I can’t..”

He nods.

“I understand.”

He moves back, releasing you and you miss the contact immediately.

It’s ridiculous. You don’t even understand why you feel like you don’t deserve to be happy.

Nothing more is said. You just leave and he’s once again watching from behind.

Later that night it’s somewhat of a task to fall asleep. You’d downed a glass of wine, but it did very little. You weren’t even slightly buzzed.

You tossed and turned against the sheets.

“Damn him.”

This is all his fault.

“I hope you’re not talking about me.”

You jolt in your bed, staring at the door. Flicking on the lamp, you’re shocked.

“D-Dr. Wells?”

You aren’t sure what’s crazier, the fact that he’s in your room at this hour, or that he’s actually standing.

“I must be dreaming..” You mumble.

He grins. Not the playful ones that you’re used to when you banter. There’s something almost dangerous about that look on his face. He’s not wearing his glasses either. He strolls so casually over to your bed. Your heart is racing and it has nothing to do with the glass of alcohol you ingested earlier.

“You consume my every thought yet you keep pulling away. Do you understand how frustrating that is?”

You feel somewhat frozen in place. He casually takes a seat, eyes running over your covers. You’re no genius, but you could have sworn he was undressing you with his eyes.

“D-Dr. Wells y-you need to leave.”

“Is that what you really want, detective? This is a dream after all. Anything goes. You can fully indulge without the constant worries or consequences of what comes next. Don’t you want that, crave that.”

You do, so desperately. But once you indulge, it’s almost like admitting your feelings.

That scares you.

“Tell me you want me and I’ll give you everything that you want."

You swallow at his proposal. This has to be a fantasy, because those words would never leave his lips in reality. You can’t seem to stop yourself. You slide the covers to the side as you sit up, reaching for his hand. You guide him down to sit right next to you.

There’s no going back.

His eyes drift to your exposed thighs. You’re wearing nothing but a vest and your underwear. From the looks of it, you don’t have a bra on either. You still have a hold on his hand, and you guide it to your thighs. His eyes visibly darken the second he makes contact. He can feel the slight tremors in your hand, but you don’t stop until his hand is situated where you need it the most.

“I want you..”

It's useless to deny it.

He doesn’t waste a second, his lips find yours as he presses you into the bed. You moan on your way down and his hand guides your leg over his waist. He grinds into you and you’re taken aback by how delicious the friction is. You can feel him through his dark jeans. You’re a mess. When you part, he begins leaving kisses against your throat.

“H-Harrison..”

He understands.

It takes him a moment to throw his shirt off and kick off his pants. You’re desperately trying to remove your underwear.

The minute you both meet again, you’re almost delirious with lust. You need him so badly.

“I’ll make sure you never forget how good it feels when I’m inside you.”

He never lied either.

You never forgot.

When you woke up the next morning fully dressed, it became very obvious that it was all just a dream.

For a while you could hardly look him in the eyes whenever you were at the lab.

It’s only when he confronted you that it seems your facade dropped.

“I think I at least deserve an explanation as to why you’re suddenly cold whenever we interact. Did I do something?"

It’s not his fault you were freaking horny that night.

“You didn’t do anything.”

How can you admit something like this to him?

“It hurts..”

He doesn’t understand the statement. But the second you finally look at him, it’s almost like he reads your mind. Your lips quiver, and you wipe the tear that falls.

“It hurts to feel so much and have to constantly restrain myself. But what else am I supposed to do? I..I don’t want to get hurt again. I can’t..”

He takes your hand, and the soft squeeze makes you feel as though he can heal every wound that you’ve ever suffered. He gives a little tug, urging you closer. Your steps are unsteady, and he guides you down into his lap. You flush, and he smiles.

“It’s good to know that this isn’t one sided.”

You huff.

“Like you ever doubted how I felt. You knew I had the hots for you.” He laughs.

“I hoped you did. It’s easier to convince ourselves of scenarios that we would like rather than embrace the truth. I want to be with you, but only if that’s what you would like as well. I won’t force you to admit anything. “

Your hands move to his shoulder, and he’s about to say something else, but you lean in, pressing your lips to his. His hand is still laying on your hip, and it changes direction, one slipping into your hair and the other pressing into your waist to urge you closer. You wrap your hands around his neck. His palm runs up your back.

You moan, and he nibbles on your lip. His hand begins to move lower down your body and when it slides under your shirt, you pull away with a staggered breath. His lips have found new territory, leading a little path along your neck. You’re barely keeping it together because you’re still in the cortex. The team could walk in at any time. His hand cups your breast and you blush.

“D-Dr. Wells..”

He hums, still enjoying the warmth of your skin under his lips.

“Should I stop..”

It’s a teasing whisper into your ear. His hand that was once tangled in your hair has slipped between your legs and you tremble, gripping at his dark shirt.

“W-We’re going to get caught..”

You’re not exactly making a move to get away though.

He finally pulls back, and you’re taken with how dark his eyes have gotten.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

#pain #trust #speedsters #barryallen #flash #negativespeedforce #harryxreader #friends #family #past #fear

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