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lottiecrabie · 6 months

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TDAB BLURB. maybe alana is pissing him off and he ties her up? like in part one she left him tied up in his bed, i feel like he would still have that in the back of his brain even though he already got revenge. and this time she finally breaks him enough for him to just snap … ✋🏻

(if tdab has 1 fan. it’s me.)

anything for sweet molly

alana knows she was asking for it; teasing him and riling him up and hitting on one of his mates. played her cards just right to see that furious dash between his eyebrows, reveled for a short while in her hold on him. if only that, at least she knew how to grip his heart with anger and lust like no one else.

now she lays naked on his bed, tied to the bedframe with his belt, staring at him as he sits on a chair and strokes himself.

it’s a beautiful sight. hard cock leaking, hips jumping into his fist after a good stroke, low pants and groans spilling from his lips. matty watches her shamelessly, devouring every inch of her uncovered skin. touching himself to her.

‘arch your back, darling,’ matty bites. the tone draws shivers down her spine. ‘want to see your tits.’

there’s always that incessant instinct to disobey, to bite and claw and cut until she wins. the instinct he has to tame out of her, get her putty and needy enough she accepts to soothe, to please.

she doesn’t arch her back. she’d have cut off her tits if it meant he wouldn’t get what he wants.

matty tsks. ‘you don’t want to try me. i’m in a mood.’ his thumb swipes over his tip. alana moans in his place.

‘imagine actually being the one tied up.’

‘i can quite well.’ she flushes. well, maybe she’s in no position to pout. ‘come touch them,’ alana says, changing tactics.

matty shakes his head. ‘this isn’t about you. you’re just the show.’ she groans, sick desire pooling in her stomach and dripping out of her. she likes the way he looks, like she’s just there for this pleasure. the way he jerks himself, quicker, faster.

alana kicks her legs, trying to get some friction. he huffs, standing up, pressing into her hip. ‘you never listen, do you?’

‘no.’

‘fine,’ matty whispers, and worry digs in her guts. she tilts her head up, watching as he opens a known drawer and digs out her favorite vibrator. she moans, parting her legs.

matty lights it up at the highest setting, placing it on her sensitive clit. she jumps, moaning at the vibrating sensation. pleasure prickles her toes.

‘there, baby,’ he whispers. ‘you win.’ he says it condescendingly, like speaking to a child, like humoring her. she doesn’t like the sound of it, only because it strikes in her most shameful desires.

matty sits back and watches as she gets closer and closer to the edge, and then comes. and comes. and comes.

she’s starting to lose count, starting to regret that trouble mouth of hers. pleasure mixes with pain, overwhelming her. she’s crying, she thinks, or maybe just sweating. every body part shakes. his name is the only thing she knows.

matty is still lazily stroking himself, trying not to come by maintaining a slow, gentle pace. he takes in every tremor, every scream, every tear. his eyes shine with amusement. with desire.

she senses that the words want to bubble out of her. she hates that he doesn’t even ask, that he lets her do the first move.

‘matty,’ alana says, and it’s out like a moan. ‘please. i can’t— it’s too much.’

he pouts. ‘but you wanted to be touched. you wanted to come.’ she whines, closing her eyes as a new orgasm builds inside of her. ‘was all bratty about it. are you regretting it?’

‘yes,’ she screams before she even thinks. ‘you were right. i’m sorry.’

matty hums, standing up. she stares at his hard leaking cock, licking her lips. ‘well, you are being very good for me now.’ alana nods furiously. his hand wraps around the vibrator. ‘though, just to be sure, right?’

he slips the toy inside of her. alana’s back arches from the bed, a yell shaking out of her. he pumps it inside of her lazily, finding the spot, and then she’s coming for him again.

she only manages to catch her breath because he slides it out of her immediately. ‘lesson learned, darling?’

‘i’m sorry,’ she cries. ‘i’ll be good.’

‘yes, you will,’ he coos. matty shuts the vibrator entirely and a sigh of relief leaves alana. it’s shortlived; he brushes the wet toy against her lips. she opens without thinking, dutiful, and he slips it inside her mouth. ‘can’t be naughty if you can’t talk.’

alana drools out a response. he grins, then slides his cock inside of her.

she screams around the toy. licks at plastic, moaning his name and swears, though it all catches in her throat. matty fucks her furiously. he’s teased himself enough.

it takes no time before she’s coming, head rolling back. black fills alana’s vision. she tugs at her restraints, leather biting skin.

matty is soon behind. he thrusts out in time, kneeling above her chest and pulling the toy out just to come in her open mouth. it lands on her tongue and she stays there, waiting for him to be satisfied.

‘swallow.’ alana does.

matty kisses her wrists when he unties her. the red marks linger until the next day when she slips out without a word.

#idk how to explain myself #to dust and bones #smut #blurb #ask #matty healy smut

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seresinhangmanjake · 1 year

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Signed Away: Part 12

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Reader Series

Summary: You find out about the contractual marriage your parents arranged with Jake’s when you were a baby. You’re plently angered by it, but Jake doesn’t seem too bothered. He might even be happy.

Notes/Warnings: SMUT 18+ (please wear condoms. they do not feature in this fic), cursing, fluff, angst, contract marriage, loss of rights, feelings of being trapped, poor parent/child relationships, typos for sure.

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“Are you sure?” he asked.

It was the third time the question had left his lips. Between your kisses he mumbled it, then again when you were pulling your shirt over your head before reaching for his, and once more when he settled his body over yours on the mattress, his hips keeping your thighs spread wide.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Your hands were on either side of his face and he leaned his forehead down to rest on yours. You breathed so well together. A gentle push and pull of shared air flowing through lungs and swelling chests in sync. Your heartbeats matched. You could practically feel his drumming against yours. They were ferocious beats; violent in your bodies as if the organs were trying to crack through your chests just to reach one another.

"Sweethea—," he began, but the end of that endearing name was snuffed out by your kiss. You didn't care to wait a second longer to have your mouths melded, and he didn't argue. His fingers tangled into your hair as his tongue brushed over yours. Tingles shot down your spine.

You whimpered when his tip nudged your entrance, then he slowly slid inside, stretching you open and filling you fully. You both took a deep breath. It felt right—the way things should be—with you bare, and raw, and free to absorb the feel of being in each other's arms. You didn't want to be anywhere else but locked in this frozen moment of bliss where only the two of you existed.

"Fuck." The curse rode on an exhale of his breath. You clenched around him and his head fell into the crook of your neck, nose rubbing along the column of delicate skin. Soft kisses made their way up your throat to trace the line of your jaw.

"Jake…"

"I know," he muttered. "I'm gonna move."

You wrapped yourself around him. Arms around shoulders. Legs around waist. And he began to rock into you, slowly at first, but then faster, deeper, tightening the hot coil inside you that begged to snap.

It was so much. The feel of his lips on yours, swollen from the nibbles and sucking of previous kisses. The pressure of his strong fingers digging into your overheated flesh. The drag of his cock through your walls; in and out and in and out again to hit the spot that sprung spirals in your brain. Almost too much, and yet not enough.

Never enough. The words overwhelmed your mind. You knew you would never get enough of him. You could take and take and take and you'd still want more. Selfish. You didn't care. Rarely did you want anything so much. Rarely did you claim anything for yourself. But Jake Seresin was yours. You'd mark him to show the world if you had to. With bites. With nail tracks down his back.

His hips shifted slightly on a thrust, pulling a moan from your throat and forcing you to clench around him. Your fist tugged on his hair.

"You feel so fucking good, sweetheart," he groaned in your ear. He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, licking up the tear of pleasure you hadn't realized was running down your face. "So good."

"Jake, I–" You were losing control of your senses. They played with your head until you couldn't tell the difference between them, only that they were filled with Jake. He owned them, and so a part of you.

"Honey, look at me," he said.

You opened your eyes to meet the mossy-green irises already staring down at you. His gaze roamed over the features of your face, slowly as if to never forget the way they contorted from his movements. A small smile pulled at his lips when your entire body tightened around him. You were close, ready to let go and fall off that ledge, and you wanted him to fall with you.

As if he could read your thoughts, his pace picked up and he somehow grew harder within you.

"Fuck, Jake," you whimpered. "I'm gonna cum."

"Let me feel you, sweetheart. I need it," he said. "I need you."

His words drew your orgasm to crash over you, consuming you and spreading to the corners and edges and curves of your body. Every bit of you pulsed and hummed beneath him, needy for what he had to give. He thrusted sharply, hips stuttering, and then he spilled inside you with your name on his lips.

His weight draped over you but you gladly accepted it, loving the evidence of his exhaustion, of how much of himself he put into making you feel good. After a few deep breaths, he rolled onto his back and pulled you into the cocoon of his side. Your hand slid up his chest and neck to cup his jaw, and you turned his head towards yours so you could kiss him.

Sleepiness held you down and suddenly your limbs were too heavy to move. Jake flipped on his side and traced his fingernails up the length of your spine, lulling you to rest. Your eyelids fluttered shut and your breath shallowed, evening out as his lips met your forehead.

"I love you," you thought he whispered. But you were too far gone to be sure.

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One month later

You were still sweaty, bodies sticking together after a morning of wearing each other out in your bed. You had a mountain of things to do later, but removing yourself from his arms would be no less painless than ripping a piece of duct tape from your skin. Even the thought made you pout like a spoiled child after being denied something they want.

You grabbed his hand and placed your palm against his palm, lining them up. His fingers towered over yours by a good inch; he could bend his over the tips of yours if he wanted to.

"What're you doing?" He asked, watching you examine your joined hands.

"Your hands are big."

He chuckled, the sound deep, welcoming, vibrating from his chest to yours. "You just noticed?"

"No."

Another laugh rumbled out of him as he let his fingers fall between yours, clasping them together.

"Come here," he said. He tugged on your hand and you rolled into him. He placed a kiss on your forehead and when you tilted your head back a little, he kissed your nose, then you tilted back an inch more and your lips met.

When you pulled away you looked up at him and said, "It's soon, Jake."

He sighed and nodded. "I know it is."

Things had been quiet, with the exception of Jake's mother, who was constantly calling and texting and emailing with various options for wedding details you didn't know the first thing about. Seating cards having a filigree border of either flowers or swirls wasn't exactly something you kept at the forefront of your mind.

Jake was constantly apologizing for her and you worried you weren't doing so well at hiding the anxiety still locked inside you. Your mother not noticeably over your shoulder in threat over the last couple months didn't delude you into thinking she wasn't there. You had barely a month until the wedding. The likelihood of her sitting aside and leaving you alone before you walked down that aisle seemed slim at best.

"What's going on in there?" Jake tapped your forehead with his index finger before letting his hand fall to cup your cheek.

"Nothing."

"Is it about later? I can tell my mom and Nat to forget about it."

"No," you said, giving him a small smile. His friends had come down to throw him an early bachelor party, and while you had no interest in a party of your own, Phoenix demanded the opportunity to entertain you. When Amelia learned of the plans, she promptly invited herself to your apartment but you didn't mind the extra company. "No, it's ok. I think I'm just tired."

"Does that mean no more sex this morning?"

The question snapped you from your worries as effectively as being dunked in a tub of ice water. With a snort you said, "Oh, please," and sat yourself up to throw a leg over his hips. "I'm ready when you are."

That painfully handsome smirk grew across his face and he folded his hands behind his head, forcing the full tone of his biceps to display. “I’m always ready for you.” And sure enough, you felt his cock begin to harden against your ass.

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Three drinks did a lot more to Amelia than you expected; more than Phoenix expected as well, based on the look that took over her face when her friend’s mother let out an unladylike cackle followed by some hiccups. After Rooster, Bob, and Coyote dragged Jake off somewhere they swore wasn’t a strip club, Amelia uncorked a bottle of wine and promptly tipped back a few glasses. Her pace could have had a stranger thinking she had some sorrows to drown, but you knew she was just excited.

It was obvious to everyone how you and Jake changed a month ago. His sweet touches were entirely unhidden in front of his friends. They could watch you smile at him without any hint of uncertainty in your eyes. And when you left Maryland, he kissed you in full view of them. They’d looked at him with shining grins that he returned, each of them knowing what happened between you and Jake without an utterance. A week later you both met Amelia for lunch, and her joyful glow hadn’t so much as flickered since the moment she saw you walk into the cafe with your hand snug in her son’s.

“You girls,” Amelia snorted, “you’re both so young.” Her eyes were starting to glaze over and she sat a tad unsteadily in her barstool, and when she shifted a little too far to the left, Phoenix’s hand shot out to right her posture. “I’m not, and I can’t wait until George retires.”

“George Seresin? Retire?” Phoenix questioned with a chuckle. “Do those two things go together?”

Amelia nodded, taking another sip from her glass. “Oh, they will. And we’ll go somewhere nice. You and my boy will take care of us once you have the company, won’t you, Y/N?”

“Once we have the company?” Your eyebrow rose and you shot a look at Phoenix who seemed just as confused at Amelia’s statement. “Um…” Swallowing hard, you continued. “But the company transfers to us if something happens to you. It’s written into your will.” And the contract, but you thought it best to not mention the piece of paper tying you to her son.

She sputtered as if you’d just told the most ridiculous of jokes, and a few maroon droplets dribbled onto her beige skirt. Thankfully the older woman wasn’t nearly as uptight as your mother or the whole building would crumble from the rage of ruined designer clothing. “Little babies,” she said.

“What?”

“You get the company and all its goodies when you have children, silly girl, you knew that.” She playfully slapped at your knee then her hand went for the neck of the wine bottle that Phoenix had been sure to slide just out of her reach. Her bottom lip protruded at its distance and she gave up, opting to tip her head back as far as possible with her glass to her mouth to drink up any lingering liquid.

“Amelia?” She hummed. The sound echoed in the glass as she tapped the bottom of it with her rose-pink polished nail. “I’m a little—” you glanced at Phoenix again, unsure how to ask what needed to be asked, but your friend just shrugged. “I’m confused.”

She set the glass down on the countertop and rested her chin atop her palm. “What about, honey-pie?”

“What you just said.”

“About the babies?” Her eyes lit up, shimmering with a child-like wonder. “They will be absolutely adorable. Now I know I have a few grandbabies already,” She sneakily looked to her left and right, then leaned in close, cupping her hand around her mouth, “But my sons-in-law are no dashing princes. Rich? Yes. Handsome?” She made a face, and to your side Phoenix choked on her water from her laughter. “You are such a beauty, though. Your children will be stunners.”

“But—”

“And I was only kidding about you taking care of us,” she said, sitting up again. “George and I have more than enough to keep us alive once everything goes to you.”

“Amelia—”

“Is it late?”

Watching her, everything about your future mother-in-law reminded you of the toddler you used to babysit down the street on weekends, including the shortness of her attention span that made fifteen-year-old you want to rip her hair from her scalp. Luckily, you were a bit less frazzled by the behavior now, but you still weren’t sure how to handle it.

Phoenix picked up her phone from the counter and clicked the side button before setting it back down. “Eleven-thirty.”

“Oh! Past my bedtime.” Amelia yawned and hopped down from her seat onto unsteady legs, her arms held out like the wings of an airplane, then she wobbled over to your couch and planted face first into the sofa cushions.

You and Phoenix were too stunned to move, both watching her with slackened jaws until the first of her drunken snores stirred you back to reality.

“What the fuck was that about?” Phoenix asked.

Everything had always been clear. Your mother had laid it out rather simply. You and Jake get married, and when your parents die the company passes on to you. As far as you knew, that was how Jake understood it as well, but his mother was presenting you with a different image. One that had you and Jake in positions you hadn’t planned on being in for a while.

You turned to the brunette. “I have no idea.”

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A/N: I know I promised two other fic things before tomorrow, but I am so freaking nervous over this surgery I am having tomorrow that I couldn’t really think right the last couple days, so I picked one fic thing and figured you guys would prefer this over the others. I hope you liked it :) Questionable intentions coming soon.

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lostlimerence · 2 years

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This ok?

CW: consent discussion

“This ok?” Eddie breathes as he bites a little harder at the column of Billy’s throat, tongue following teeth, soothing sun-kissed skin.

Billy groans, arching back into Eddie “yeah,” he mumbles, stretching as he turns to press his face into Eddie’s shoulder making his next words come out a little muffled “why’d you ask that so much?” Eddie tenses slightly, abandoning Billy’s neck for a second to lock eyes with Steve who’s hands have stilled on Billy’s thighs.

Billy is boneless between them, as they wordlessly decide that Eddie will take the lead on this one. It’s becoming a running theme of their relatively new relationship, with each confused question, with each flinch, each burst of misplaced anger, they’re learning that if Billy Hargrove, resident ‘Bad Boy’ of Hawkins, needs anything, it’s to be treated with a gentleness that no one has ever deemed him worthy of before now.

With a subtle nod to Steve, who settles back with a reassuring hand pressed to Billy’s leg, Eddie takes a breath and pushes a little “whaddya mean by that darlin?” he keeps himself back, though he wants nothing more than to lean in, as he studies Billy’s face, watches the confused pinch of his brow, the little twitch of his lips as he strains to gather his thoughts to coherency.

“I mean…you don’t…” pretty blue eyes flick briefly down the length of the bed and back up “you guys don’t…it doesn’t matter, you can do whatever you want…to me, I mean, I don’t…I don’t mind,” it stumbles from his lips so very softly but it hits Eddie real hard. His mind is reeling, the implication of Billy’s words, his view of himself, of how he should be treated, churn, mixing up a dull ache in the stirring pot of his skull.

He takes a breath, tries to gather himself as he smooths a hand down Billy’s arm. “That’s not how it works baby, we need to know when you don’t want something, when you don’t like something” and that increasingly confused stare he’s getting does nothing to settle the turmoil he’s currently feeling, he pushes valiantly on “we need to know because we need to make sure we aren’t doing anything that hurts you or makes you uncomfortable, ok?” Steve makes a sound of agreement from somewhere near Billy’s feet. Eddie looks down hoping to see some sort of realisation seeping in.

Instead he’s met with a twisted stare and another horrifying statement “I don’t mind though, as long as you guys like it,” his teeth press into his bottom lip, like he knows Eddie and Steve won’t really like his answer, but it’s the only one he knows how to give.

Eddies gut twists for what feels like the hundredth time in this tiny conversation, it’s a lot to unpack, a series of delicate conversations and gentle pryings for later. Right now Eddie needs Billy to understand the baseline, he needs Billy to know that he can say no to them, and the idea that he may not have already is cloying at his insides in some god awful way. He knows Steve is feeling it too, the room feels unbelievably heavy.

Eddie is good at this though, he knows he needs to press on in a way that appeals to Billy’s desperate need to please. It pains him to do it but there has to be an immediate fix for this, Billy won’t understand if it’s related to his own well being, they can thank Neil Hargrove and the parade of fucked up adults Billy has ever had in his life for that.

So he turns it, because he has to, into a point about pleasing him and Steve. “That’s not what we want sweetheart, we want to know when you don’t like or don’t want something, no matter what. It would make us feel terrible if we made you feel like that, you don’t want us to feel terrible do you?” he emphasises terrible, feels and sees the way Billy violently shakes his head “No.”

Eddie let’s out a bit of tension on a breath “Thank you darlin, you care so much about us and we care so much about you, now, is there anything you wanna say, maybe tell us if we have done anything or if you want us to stop doing anything we have so far?”

Eddie feels Billy’s build up ready to automatically say nothing and Steve must too because he gently squeezes Billy’s calf and says “just give it a little bit of thought first love, just a little bit of time,” Eddie gives Steve an encouraging smile, they’ll have to discuss this later, check in on each other, have their own release, but they both understand that Billy is the priority in this moment and Eddie will be ever grateful for the way they instinctually understand each other.

Billy allows himself a little more time before huffing a little, he’s still Billy and Eddie knows he thinks this is a conversation that doesn’t need to happen which is even more of a reason as to why they need to have it. Billy pulls himself up and glances between Eddie and Steve, he’s still soft and malleable from the relaxed evening they had been having, a direct contrast to Eddie and Steve poised and ready to process whatever is about to leave Billy’s mouth.

“It’s not like, a sex thing,” he frowns, Eddie allows himself a little bit more relief and encourages Billy on “that’s ok sweetheart it can be anything, we want you to speak up about anything,” Billy sighs “ ok well, just like, when either of you come up behind me, to like you know hug me, from behind I mean,” he pauses and Steve offers an encouraging “yeah,” Billy soldiers on “I like it, don’t stop but could you maybe let me know, you’re behind me or make some noise or something?,” and the implications of that are terrible but Eddie feels more relief as he says “Of course, always darling, from now on always,” and Steve is agreeing as Billy is sagging back down into Eddie and saying “ok idiots, can we go back to like cuddling in bed and shit now I’m tired.” Eddie smiles and slips an arm back round him while Steve comes up to sandwich him.

They lay back down as Eddie presses his lips to the side of Billy’s head with a whispered “thank you.” Eddie knows they’re going to need to ask even more now, knows there will be further difficult conversations about what has made Billy think in such a way, about the life they know so little about. But that is for another day. Right now they just need to take it as another reminder that he and Steve need to remember ‘Bad boy’ Billy needs to be treated with tenderness.

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drakendaydreams · 2 years

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A/N: We're almost a week in and we're gonna have a little fun messing with Kenny today. What better way to mess with him than by making him beg and plead for us? 😜 If you want to be added to the taglist for Kinktober then send me an ask or DM. Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to the taglist.

Character: Ken "Draken" Ryuguji ( x fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, pwp, male submission, dom/sub, dominating reader, teasing, pet names (baby girl, sweetheart, baby, doll, my love, good boy), scratching, gentle slapping, brat taming, biting, offensive language (swearing), dirty talk, minors dni

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Your hips straddled his, a tight squeeze between them as you raked your nails down his chest. Small, white marks followed where your nails had just been. Draken’s large hands gripped onto your hips, tugging at them playfully. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” He rubbed his palms over your skin and hummed contently. “I think someone’s looking for something. Just by the way your thighs are clutching my sides it tells me that.”

You did something that he hadn’t expected, you placed your hand over his lips and shushed him. “Stop talking, usually you’re the one that gets all the fun, but today that’s gonna be me.”

You could feel the anger seeping from him. You were gonna tell him what to do? Ken Ryuguji? Draken was not one to take kindly to someone else trying to be dominant over him. It didn’t matter what the situation was, Draken was always the one that wanted to be in control.

Draken opened his mouth to speak again, but the feeling of your hand against his cheek made him stop and his eyes widened even more. The vein in his forehead popped out as he grit his teeth, a snarl sounding. “Did you just-” Another slap hit him, was this real?

You leaned closer to him, your lips just barely touching his. “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet, Kenny boy?” You rolled your hips over his lap, feeling the bulge from his boxers pressing against your heat. “Mmmm, feels like the one needing something might be you.”

Draken calmed a little, a little tinge of anger still evident in his voice as he grabbed for your neck. You were quick, your fingers tangling with his almost instantly. The feeling of your hand in his made him stop, letting you pull it down to the mattress as you pinned it behind his head. His voice was strangled as you reached for his free hand and pulled it next to the other. “Are you sure you wanna do this? Think you’ve got the ability to handle a bratty man like me.” His chuckle sent a shiver down your spine, but you held your ground. “Because I don’t plan on making this easy on you.”

You nipped at his earlobe, tugging gently. A groan escaped his lips as he pushed his head back into the pillows. You almost had him where you wanted him. Draken wouldn’t fight for much longer. “It doesn’t matter if you make it easy on me or not, Kenny. I know every little thing about you.” You kissed a trail down his chest, inciting more groans from him.

“Fuuuuuuck,” The word drew out on his tongue as your hips ground against him again, his cock twitching against his boxers. “Don’t do me like this baby. I know you’re about to lose it as much as I am.”

You let a devilish chuckle leave your lips as you licked your lips, leaning toward his large frame. You were completely under control, Draken was always one to underestimate just how much control you could have over yourself. It was easy for him to make you fall apart, but when you were the one that had the upper hand it was the last thing that you were worried about. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about.” You reached a hand down and squeezed his thigh, looking back up at him when you felt him tense.

“What’s the matter, Kenny?” Your smirk was all it took to make him finally lose it, he needed more, wanted everything that you had to offer him. Draken’s hands grabbed your hips and pulled you over him, the sudden feeling of pleasure almost making you falter for him. “Is my big tough guy realizing that he’s putty in my hands?”

A soft and breathless moan filled your ears as your hips continued to drag over his lap, the friction of your wet underwear soaking his bulge causing him to let more and more sounds out for you. This was when you knew that you had him, the only time that Draken would even remotely show this side of himself.

Draken gripped harder, his fingers on the verge of leaving bruises on your hips as he spoke. The small pleads that were starting to fall from him got louder and needier as time passed. “Come on baby, p-please. Shit. Don’t tease me. Come on.”

A menacing chuckle filled his ear as you kissed his jawline. “You want a little something baby? Wanna see how good I can make you feel?”

A loud and seething groan left him as he finally gave in completely, his head pushing back into the pillows. “Y-yes, fuck. Please, doll.” You lifted your hips from him, his hands relaxing as you hovered over him. You pushed the front of his boxers down and freed his cock, watching it stand for you as you wrapped your hand around it. You stroked it once and watched as his hips bucked up to match your movement, a growl audible when you didn’t move again.

You licked your lips and kept your hand there, the look in his eyes giving you a rush of adrenaline. The pure need and desire behind the sounds sends a rush of happiness through you. “You want more then you’re gonna have to beg me for it. The big, bad Draken is gonna have to do better than that.”

Draken was now too filled with desperation to even care about that tough-guy attitude. You had broken him. He was ready to do anything and everything that you said just to feel the way your walls engulfed his cock. “Baby, please. I’ll give you anything that you want, do whatever you want. Just please… please fuck me.”

The tone of his voice gave you the green light as you hovered over him, lining his cock up with your entrance. You dropped your hips slowly, letting just his tip slide into your cunt, giving him just a small taste. His hips slowly pushed up, changing his mind halfway, not willing to risk you not wanting to continue.

As he changed his mind you smirked, taking it as a sign that he had completely given in. You were now the one in control, you were now the one that had to ability to do whatever you wanted. You lowered yourself completely onto him, a small whine falling from you as his hands gripped your waist. Out of habit, Draken pushed his hips up, pulling your hips with him to get his girth as far into you as he could.

You placed a hand on his chest and shook your head, stopping him in his tracks. “Now don’t you dare get ahead of yourself, my love. It’s my turn now.” A loud moan pushed from him as you moved your hips, his hands resting there as you set a steady pace over him. Every whimper and mewl that filled his ears made his cock twitch inside your walls.

You could feel the coil in your abdomen tightening already, his thick cock hitting every spot perfectly. Draken’s moans grew deeper and raspier with every move of your hips. You could barely contain yourself as you slowed your pace, letting him revel at the moment, knowing he was close to his high by the look on his face. Every new face made the euphoria flood through you even more.

Before you even had a warning his hips bucked, emptying himself out inside of you as your cunt milked his cock. You leaned down and pressed soft kisses to his jawline, smiling deviously. “That’s my good boy. Just wanted to give me everything that I wanted, huh?”

Draken nodded slowly as you continued to ride him, bliss from his high still flooding him as your cunt clenched down on him. Your climax ripped through you, spews of curses followed by his name leaving your lips as you rode out your high. Every sense heightened as you buried your head in his neck.

Draken wrapped his arms around you as your body collapsed against his own, keeping you as close to him as he could. “You think you’re slick with this whole thing, don’t you? Think that you can be the one in charge every time now?” A small, evil laugh sounded around you as his strong arms kept a hold on you. “Looks like it’s gonna be my turn to take it out on you next time.” You caught a small wink as you looked up at him. “I hope you’re prepared, baby girl.”

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augustinewrites · 2 years

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a/n: you guys asked for it :) a prequel to first day of school (dad!suna) cw: sexual themes, trouble conceiving, like...a dash of angst but it's hurt/comfort!

suna’s mind is still a little foggy, the effects of his climax just barely tapering off when you start squirming underneath him.

he’s hardly in a state to protest as he lets you shove him to the side. he blinks a little dazedly as you twist yourself around, scooting up the bed and lining your legs up with the headboard, thighs squeezed together and toes pointed at the ceiling.

he wants to grab you by the waist and pull in for a post-coital cuddle and kiss you sweetly, but you have other things on your mind.

“babe,” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. the metal of his wedding band is cool against his flushed cheek, reminding him of why he’s letting you do this to yourself. “you know you don’t need to do…that.”

“‘s gravity,” you huff, not even sparing him a glance, brows creased in concentration. “don’t laugh, i’m desperate.”

suna doesn’t laugh, instead tugging his boxers back on before positioning himself next to you and placing a gentle, lingering kiss to your shoulder as he lays a blanket over the both of you. he knows how desperate you are, how desperate the both of you have been for a little over six months now. and this…whatever this was, has become his new normal.

sex was scheduled, planned. lined up with the help of an app on your phone and the planner you kept on the nightstand. you underlined fertile windows and circled dates of ovulation.

he fucked you in missionary and doggy for deepest possible penetration, hitting as close to your cervix as possible. (he doesn’t remember the last time you’d ridden him, or let him press you up against the tiles of the shower.)

he doesn’t remember the last time sex was fun. doesn’t remember the last time it wasn’t so routine and premeditated.

“you didn’t…finish,” he says plainly (some lame segue to the thing that’s been weighing heavy on his chest late, really). but also because suna’s not stupid, he knows that most women can’t finish on penetration alone. while the two of you had spent the better part of the evening trying, you hardly let him touch you. slapped his hands away when he tried to finger you, pulled his head up when he tried to go down on you.

“it’s okay,” you hum, still staring up at the ceiling. “i’m not the one who needs to do that.”

suna can’t help but frown. he knows that, obviously, but this is still sex, and he’s always going to want you to feel good too. “you once rode out two orgasms on my tongue before even letting me—”

“rin,” you say, exasperated, finally averting your gaze from the ceiling to look at him. “it’s not you, i’m just tired.”

“then let me help you.”

“you don’t need to.”

“i want to.”

“rin,” you say again with a little more bite. “i’m tired.”

“you said that already,” he snaps, and it comes out more acidic than he meant. it’s not you, it’s just a knee-jerk reaction, he swears.

(he must’ve really fucked up though, because now you’re twisting out of your position to sit up and stare down at him.)

“rintaro.”

he sits up immediately. shit. he needs to pick his next words very carefully.

“i’m just saying…” he starts slowly, studying your face for any signs of anger. “you’re stressing yourself out too much lately. maybe we should take a break from trying, just for a little—”

“take a break?” you echo incredulously, wrapping the blanket around your chest. “suna, we cannot just stop trying, it’s been almost eight months.”

the fact that it’s been over half a year is exactly why he thinks you should take a break, the use of his last name grating on his ears. “well, suna, when my wife obviously isn’t enjoying herself during the process, i think a break is warranted.”

“i am enjoying myself,” you argue, but you’re not looking him in the eye. “it’s not me…finishing that makes a baby, though.”

“i know that,” he insists, trying to find the words to make you understand. three years of marriage has made him better at communicating his feelings, sure, but right now he’s feeling like the bad guy. he doesn’t want to fight with you, not about this. “but you’re putting all this pressure on yourself and us–”

“pressure?” you scoff, turning away from him, expression pained. “you don’t know pressure when it comes to this, rintaro. do people ask you when–” you cut yourself off, and suna wants to know who exactly is stressing you out like this and give them a piece of his mind.

“i know the expectations for you and i are different, and that it’s stupid,” he says gently, placing a hand on your knee. “but all this– the schedules, the positions, it’s stressing you out more than helping right now. it’s wearing you out and i miss you,” he admits. “but it’s going to happen for us eventually, okay?”

“when?” you ask quietly, and he hates that when you finally look at him, he can see the tears pooling in your eyes. he hates when you look at him like that. hates that he can feel months of desperation and yearning finally weighing you down. hates watching you crack as your bottom lip trembles when you ask, “when, rin, because we’re already doing it all. i track my cycle, i take my pills, i put my legs in the air but–”

your tears spill over, and his heart absolutely breaks as you choke, “but atsumu is in the two percent of condom ineffectiveness and now he has a six month old. without even trying. but we try and can’t even get–”

he doesn’t even let you finish, just shuffles closer and braces a hand against the back of your head, pulling you in. he holds you tight, rubbing soothing circles across your back and letting you cling to him as your tears drip down his shoulder.

you want this, he knows. he sees it in the way you smile at osamu’s twins, even when they get their grubby hands on your shirt. saw it in the way you stared longingly at the infant in atsumu’s arms when the two of you last went to visit. felt it in the way you squeezed his hand a little tighter on the car ride home. suna wanted to give it to you so badly, and honestly?

he wanted it too.

wanted to see you in the stands during games with a baby on your hip, both of you wearing his number. wanted to come home from practice to the sound of little feet pattering across the floor, and a tiny human giving him a hug.

(suddenly, ten months of trying seemed too long.)

but that’s not what you need to hear right now, so he rubs your tears away and presses a kiss to your temple, letting his lips linger as he murmurs, “hey, we’re going to be parents one way or another,” he whispers. “gonna have the best kid, definitely better than atsumu or osamu’s…maybe better than kita’s.”

“with my eyes and your hair?” you sniffle, your lips curling weakly against his skin.

“prettiest kid you’ve ever seen,” he hums, burying his face in your neck, drawing a deep breath. “i’ll eat more spinach and hold your legs in the air for you, if that’s what you want. this is going to happen for us, i promise.”

a month later, he makes good on that promise. and when the time comes that he sees his baby in that first ultrasound, no bigger than a blueberry–

it makes everything the two of you went through absolutely worth it.

#now ya'll know why he loves his little daughter so much 🥺#suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fic

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imkylotrash · 3 years

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On The Edge

Pairing: Riven x reader

Request: Reader is a water fairy & gets infected by a burned one and riven’s scared that the reader dies. Anonymous

“You know what? I’m done.” People lie when they tell you heartbreak doesn’t kill. You lift your hand to your chest convinced there’ll be a hole from where he ripped your heart out but somehow there’s no injury.

“You’re done?” It’s masochistic to ask him to repeat it but you just don’t understand how an argument turned into a breakup. You’d mentioned that you were worried about his day drinking which you still are and he’d just lost it. Accused you of wanting to change him and being like everyone else. Clearly, you’d touched a nerve, but you never thought he’d break up with you.

“I’m just over you always trying to change me. I am who I am.” He grabs his stuff before running out the door. Your feet seem glued to the floor because every time you try to follow him, your feet refuses to move. Maybe it’s the shock holding you in place.

“What just happened?” Sky asks. Of course, he heard everything. He’s probably been waiting out in the hallway waiting for the fight to be over with.

“We should get going.” You’re not ready to say it out loud.

“I thought you said it was a bad idea?”

“I changed my mind.” You grab his sword and hands it to him. Yesterday, Sky asked you if you were up for a little hunting in the woods to help Silva. You’d told him it was a bad idea and to let the adults handle it, but now you’d do anything to just get out of here.

“Hey,” he says grabbing your arm, “no distractions. We have to focus when we go out there.” You squash the small voice in your head telling you not to go.

“I’m fine, really.” You even plaster on a smile to convince him and poor Sky, who is desperate to help Silva, believes you. As you head out, you leave a note for Riven in case he comes back to tell him where you’ve gone and that you want to talk when you get back. It’s just that you don’t return in any condition to talk to him. You don’t remember Sky carrying you back to school or Mr. Harvey treating your wounds. For a while all you feel is pain. Your body is on fire and you’re screaming for someone to help you but it’s no use.

“Baby, I’m right here.” You try to locate the voice but it seems so far away. He keeps talking but you’re in and out of consciousness.

“Please just open your eyes. I’m so sorry.” He keeps talking but you can’t hear him. The next time you’re conscious, you manage to open your eyes. Even in his sleep, Riven is clutching your hand. You try to feel out in the room but you can’t get a sense of water anywhere. Panic settles in your body. You’ve never been without water in your entire life, even just a glass of water would be enough for you to feel calm. Being in touch with your element keeps you calm but now you can’t feel it at all.

Riven,” you croak trying to move despite the pain. Immediately, he’s awake asking what you need.

“Water.” He runs out the door and returns with a glass of water. Just the feeling of it entering the room calms you down.

“We had to remove everything with water in it while Ben treated the wounds. Your powers were all over the place,” Riven explains grabbing your hand once again. Silence settles in the small room as you drink the water but you don’t need Riven to say it out loud for you to know; you’re not healing.

“Is Sky okay?” you ask and Riven nods.

“He brought you back to school. He saved your life,” Riven says in a bitter tone.

“I’m so sorry for what I said,” he whispers finally looking at you. He’s seconds from crying and miles from how he normally acts in situations like these.

“I didn’t mean any of it. I was angry and I took it out on you. When I came back, you were gone. I kept thinking if something happened to you, it’d be my fault.”

“Riven, no one is at fault here except me. It was my decision to go out there. I’m sorry I scared you but I’ll be fine.” He keeps quiet and you realise there’s something he’s not telling you.

“What is it?” you ask wondering if you’re even ready to hear what he’s about to say. Judging by the grim look on his face, it’s not going to be pleasant.

“They were hunting in groups. Sky managed to kill one but the other got you. Silva’s out hunting for the one who hurt you.”

“But that’s good news. Sky got the one who injured Silva,” you say not understanding why Riven looks ready to cry. If anyone can find the Burned One, Silva is the one for the job. He used to hunt these during the dark years.

“We’re running out of time,” Riven says and it hits you like a brick. Sure, Silva is good at hunting these things - maybe even the best - but there’s only so much time before Mr. Harvey can’t keep the infection from spreading. You might die and all you can think about is how much it’ll destroy Riven.

“There’s hope until the very end, Riven. If you don’t give up, I won’t.”

“Never.” He leans in and kisses your forehead. He’s being as gentle as possible but your entire skin is on fire. You smile promising yourself that as soon as you get a second alone, you’ll get to shed a tear. But right now you remain strong as you look at Riven who’s turned into a complete mess. Your heart breaks for the boy he truly is at heart and how scared he is of people leaving him.

“Hey,” you say grabbing his chin to make him look at you, “I’m not going anywhere. We have to trust that Silva knows what he’s doing.” You take a deep breath signalling for Riven to do the same. Every breath adds to your pain but it’s worth it if it helps Riven cheer up. What hurts you more than anything is the pain in his eyes. For a moment, it looks like it actually helps then Sky enters.

“You’re awake,” he states in a surprised tone.

“I hear you saved my ass out there,” you say hoping to keep the conversation light, “thank you.”

“Wasn’t easy. Had to drag your ass all the way through the forest. I’ll send you the check from my chiropractor.” You start laughing but it turns into a cough and immediately Riven’s frown makes a return.

“You should take a shower, handsome. You smell.” Sky laughs locking eyes with you for a brief moment before helping Riven to his feet.

“I’ll help you to our room, but you gotta handle the shower part on your own,” Sky teases and you’re forever thankful that your hunting partner knows you this well. Although, Riven protests it only takes Sky minutes to drag him out of the room. You finally allow yourself to feel the pain from your wounds. Trying to seem fine is taking its toll on you. Five minutes of self-pity and you’re done. You tell yourself over and over as you try to face the fact that you might not make it through this time. When Sky returns, you’re not quick enough to dry away the tears.

“He’s showering, you still have a few minutes,” he says quickly and you fall back against the pillows.

“I don’t want to die,” you whisper admitting the one thing you’ll never be able to admit to Riven. He needs you to be strong but there’s no shame in falling apart in front of Sky.

“Don’t talk like that. Silva will find the Burned One and kill it.” Ever the fixer trying to see the positive.

“He doesn’t have much time. I feel it in my bones. It’s spreading and soon Harvey won’t be able to stop it.” Sky tugs a strand of hair behind your ear with a pitiful look in his eyes. He knows you’re right and he knows it’ll destroy Riven.

“There’s still time. Saul sent word that they were tracking one up North. It might be the one,” Sky offers with a smile. He’s giving you hope when there is none. You know you won’t make it through another night with these wounds. Your fever is too high for your body to keep up.

“There’s a letter in a shoebox under my bed in case I don’t make it. Please give it to Riven.” You’ve always known that being a fairy comes with certain dangers so you didn’t want to leave unprepared.

“What are you talking about?” Riven is standing by the door looking like he might break something. “What letter?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” you say trying to sit up straight.

“Give us a minute, Sky.” He sends you an apologetic look as he leaves the room. Riven sits down next to you awfully calm. It’s the calm right before he explodes and you’re not sure you’re ready for it.

“What letter?” he asks again making it clear that he’s not going to drop this.

“I wrote you a letter in case I was ever injured and didn’t...”

“In case you didn’t make it? But you said there was hope!” His voice is shaking but you’re not sure if it’s from anger or heartbreak.

“Sweetheart, I’m just trying to prepare for every outcome. I-”

“There’s one outcome and that’s you staying alive. Do you hear me?” You bite your tongue and nod. The last thing you need is for the two of you to argue when you might not wake up tomorrow. Instead you pat the empty space next to you and smile.

“Just be careful,” you whisper as he gently crawls into bed with you. He falls asleep there and at some point, even you fall asleep despite the pain getting worse. You don’t expect to wake up the next day but you do. The fever broke at some point during the night and the foul smell of your wounds have gone away. Not daring to hope you slowly lift up your shirt to find beautiful, pink skin rather than ugly slashes.

“Riven!” you yell out in excitement.

“What?” He’s awake in seconds looking for the danger.

“Saul did it. He found the right one,” you exclaim lifting up your shirt to show him the healing wounds. Your hands are shaking as you cup his cheeks and kiss him. You’re going to be alright.

“As soon as Mr. Harvey clears you, we’re burning that letter. You don’t get do die on me, alright? Not before we’re old and grey.” You can’t help but smile at the thought of growing old with Riven.

“Okay.”

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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22! angst to fluff pls love ur works <333

THANK YOU SM EVERYONE FOR REQUESTING HOPE YA'LL LIKE IT LOVE YAA !!!!!!

Harry hates one thing, most. That’s silence. Still, Y/N gave him a silent treatment knowing how much it drives him insane. It pinches him in throat in the most sickening way and makes him vicious about their fights more.

She has her reason too. Anyone would have a right to be mad if their boyfriend will be seen going to bars with models and cherry on top it turns out be his ex.

In his defence it was a PR stunt to keep the quietude about his dating life since Y/N and Harry’s relationship is private for Y/N's sake.

“You could’ve atleast told me, tha' you were going with her?” Was all she said. Confusion and insecurities and the images of her glued all over him mocked her in the most brutal way before she was distancing herself away from him.

He did anything in his will to bring her back to him, apologised and tried to shower her in kisses, making her brekkie and staying at home but she kept on pushing him away.

The problem wasn’t him. It was her. She blamed herself. He’s been nothing but so gentle with her and she’s towing him away like a used tissue.

Harry knew Y/N anxiety was always at bay and he didn’t want to worsen it by going public but it was biting him in arse as questions upon questions were thrown at him for past three years.

It's Saturday morning and she appears from the guest room after ages, the sight for sore eyes.

Harry’s eyes that were staring the tiled wall of kitchen flitters towards her and his gaze turns soft when he sees her drowned into one of his lilac sweater (she missed him so much and felt awfully hollow and cold sleeping in the bed that doesn’t smell like him at all; so she did what could comfort her best).

She looks so small and frail as if the demons of the lone bedroom swallowed her whole.

Heavy eyebags digging away the glimmer in her eyes, her cheekbones prominent and the pinkness of her eyes visible telling how much she’s been crying.

He turns expressionless on purpose when she meets his gaze and isn’t what she wanted? Some space to figure her thoughts out – but that polite gesture turned into a silent treatment from Harry’s side this time.

She knows that he’s more of a meanie in this game than her because he’s the one that never let things bottle up, his eyes gives away everything but right now they’re just murk of anger.

“Can we talk?” Her voice dim from crying for days and Harry elevates his shoulders carelessly, wrinkles on his forehead and his frown deep as he shrugs, “Dunno. Realized t’pick y'puppet back, your eminence?” His taunt hits her right in chest and she blinks the moisture in her eyes away looking down at her fingers fumbling with the frays of the hem.

He’s cloaked with sadness and dejection from her misbehaviour.

He’s the most petty when she’s the reason of his agony.

“I hate how much I care about, you.” He spats. Knuckles turning white from his grip around the marble counter and Y/N listens —— because good, she should now she’s out of her own bubble.

“How much I’ve told y'that no-one ‘n damn nothin’ could come between us —-" His tone dripping with malevolence and bitterness it tears Y/N up.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Harry!!” She almost shouts. Shaky fingers contemplating to rip at her hair and her tears now shines at her cheeks, Harry elicits a flak taunting chuckle.

“See you’ve never trusted our love. Can y'fo’ once get outta y’head?” His own eyes glossy and his cheeks flushing rosy from the impact.

“You don’t want to bear what comes with lovin' me, don’t want me to cover up tha’ fo' you and you couldn’t spend a single day without doubting us,” He licks the salt away from his lips and his heart pauses a slow beat when Y/N's lips wobbles -- incoherent blabbers slipping past her swollen lips.

“What d'ya want then!?” The loud snap of his abrasive voice hitches her breath and she sobs out sorrowfully, “I just want you.” He sighs in defeat. Not really pondering over the severity and nuance of his words before speaking.

“Falling in love with you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” That was the last blow for Y/N. She gasps out a cry. Pupils bursting wide and her insides falls sick as the itching goosebumps pin-prickles at her skin.

Everything gets struck for a moment. Harry’s expression matches her as he realizes what damage he has caused and to confirm it a blaring thunder roars through the sky.

Y/N gulps the achy feeling in her throat and just nods silently retreating back through the steps that led her to him and he’s rushing behind her in fret only to get the door to be slammed on his face.

He curses himself. Hitting his forehead into the door frame, that was the lowest and most cheapest fucking insult you could’ve managed to throw her way you dick.

“Y/N. I’m —-...fuck.” He knows that a sorry will be too humiliating for the hurt he has caused her.

While, Y/N sits on the floor at the most corner of the room with her knees bunched up to her chest. His hurtful words rings in her skull and she stuffs her face into her elbow sobbing into it watching the bear Harry won for her in a carnival with doleful blurry vision.

Through his whole life the only decision he regrets is loving me – out of every stupid thing he thinks our love is the most stupidest, what if it's the end? How I'll live without him? It’s impossible.

Forgetting hurts the more than grieving and she’d never be able to do that.

Her toes numbs to tingles and she feels herself drowning somewhere into pitch darkness, her heart lurching ruefully at each knock Harry taps on the door and her stomach burns with acidy sting lungs knotting tight making her gasp for oxygen.

Her panic attack crawling up her body in beasty blood curling gashes and she attempts to shout a plead for Harry but white dots appears at the back of her eyelids tripping her into mountain of floor pillows.

It knocks the vase out and it shatters beside her head, “Y/N! Baby!” Harry pounds at the door and when doesn’t hear a response from her side he’s kicking it open harshly.

The lock unhinges as he rushes inside worrisome and his world shatters when he sees his lovie struggling for a breather, her petite body trembling and shaking with each gasp that bolts her throat more and she nearly begs for him to do something.

He’s falling beside her on the floor and embracing her pliant figure in his gentle hold, “’S okay. ‘S okay.” He croaks out wiping his own tears with the sleeve of his hoodie.

He rubs her tummy in soothing circles then trails his clammy palm up her chest and maintains an eye contact with her panicked ones. Her breath shudders when she tries to calm it back and her nails digs into his skin in doing so.

“Doing s'good f'me darling, yeah —-..yeah.” He bobs his head vigorously and assuring-ly stroking his thumb against her soaky cheek tenderly in pacifying motions.

Her breath lulls slowly back into a pattern and she jerks a little while inhaling a nourishing puff, “Take a breath honey, yes princess just like that.” He whispers speckling a tiny kiss to her forehead.

He pushes her up with a firm hand on her hip and into his lap murmuring sweet dottings into her ear, “Squeeze me hand if you could hear me baby.” He just wants to be reassured she’s doing okay –- his face crooked against her pulse point into her throat and she does so giving a weak squish to his fingers.

“Jeez.” He bumps her chin up with his head and touches their temples together – eskimo kissing her nose and her eyelids flutter when he pecks her mouth ever so lightly.

His insides are shaking anxiously from fright and he again hugs her warmly to feel her.

“’M sorry. So sorry lovie' didn’t –-.. didn’t mean to hurt ya, swear moppet was just upset tha’ y’were being so far from me. I love you so much precious ....." He presses his wet lips to the side of her head and buries his nose in her hair -- arms tightening around her waist.

".... and I don’t think lovin' you is stupid. Thinks tha’ ‘s the only best thing I’ve ever done in me life ... could never love anyone like that.” He mumbles cradling her sweaty face into his palms and patches soft kisses all over her face.

She hiccups a whimper. Nose quivering and lip wobbling — letting him kiss her pout and fists the flimsy fabric of his hoodie in her teensy hands compared to him, “’M sorry too. Sorry f'acting childish and not talking to you about it. I’m just scared I’m getting too obsessed with the idea of us and it’ll ruin us pathetically.”

“Wait. Wait woah baby ...” He grabs her gently with shoulders and pulls her back from him, “’S tha’ why you were trying to live off all by yourself?” He asks politely a bit glum she was enduring all of that herself.

When she tries to hide her face out of timidness he hooks his thumb under her chin and highers it up, “Y/N.”

“Thinks you love me so intensely?” She sniffs nodding in agreement and he smiles sweetly.

“Then fuckin' do it silly. Why d'ya think I wouldn’t want that lovlin? I want to be so loved by my sweet baby.” He almost falls back when she slings her arms around the nape of his neck and brings him down for a cuddle.

“I love you so much my Angel.” He murmurs with his face squished into her neck and fills his lungs with her warm vanillay scent.

She rubs her cheek up and down his chest like an affectionate starved puppy then stops where his heart lays under the trap of bones and kisses it three times.

Her love language. When she isn’t able to utter something she’s always appreciating him with loving actions and at the moment she did the same to exchange the sentiment.

Three kisses to heart means, “I love you so much it aches me.” He immediately catches it and pecks her nose.

"I know bub, I know."

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binxyu · 3 years

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Being the main writer for the college paper made it particularly hard for people not to be in your business because, well, you were in their’s. Thus, everyone in the school was aware of your relationship with Juyeon and Hyunjae. But, that doesn’t stop a flirty athlete from hitting on you.

>>Pairing: Lee Jaehyun x Lee Juyeon (doms) x fem!reader (sub) | athletes!jaehyun and juyeon x writer!reader

>>Word Count: 4.3k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Choking, creampie, cum eating, cum play, double penetration, exhibitionism/public sex, harassment (not from the boys), marking, oral (giving + receiving), possessiveness, praise, saliva, and unprotected sex

The reminder you had set on your phone was not enough to take your focus off the man in front of you.

Truth be told, you were quite forgetful for a person with such a tight schedule.

Writing on your hand was tried. It didn’t really work considering you washed your hands consistently throughout the day (damn the germs in colleges), smudging the ink to an unreadable blur on your hand.

Thankfully, that’s how you had met your boyfriends. Yeah, plural. There’s an s there.

You had been rushing towards an assignment you had been given for the paper. It was a request to interview some of the top students in the music department and damn late wasn’t even enough of a word to describe how long ago you were supposed to be there.

Showing up a couple hours late resulted in most of the students already gone, hiding away in their dorms for the afternoon.

But, there were two students still waiting for you. Lee Jaehyun (although he likes people to call him Hyunjae) and Lee Juyeon.

They were your saving grace for your paper and, in return, you let them take you out on a date.

Now, months later, your relationship with them still ran strong.

But, apparently your hearing didn’t because the reminder sound on your phone didn’t even register as you write down practically everything the athlete was telling you.

He actually was a classmate of your’s and a pretty popular one at that. The whole school practically knew about him.

“And that’s how I beat the record”, you nodded sweetly, keeping that signature interviewer smile on your face. It did a fantastic job of getting people to open up and this guy was no exception.

“So, one last question, are you dating anyone?”, you weren’t asking for yourself. Especially not when you were already quite... busy... with the two men you were already dating. It was more for the majority of the female population in the school who did like him.

Besides, everyone in the school knew about you and, more specifically, your polyamorous relationship. It wasn’t seen everyday to be fair. You three stuck out like a sore thumb.

“No, I haven’t really been looking”, bullshit. You had been to the football games, the man loved to rile up the crowd. He practically chucked his shirt into a girl’s face the other night when it was “too hot”.

It was just above 50 degrees that night.

“I see. Thank you for the interview”, you smiled and he nodded, smiling back at you before a lightbulb seemed to go off in his mind.

“Are you looking?”, he must have noticed the shocked expression you had because his hand encased your’s, seemingly trying to soothe you as his thumb traced the back of your hand.

All it did was make you more anxious.

“No, sorry, I’m not. I’m actually taken”, there goes that reminder again but you ignored it. It was probably just your reminder to take your gummy vitamins or something stupid the boys put in there because they cared. Maybe a little too much sometimes.

“Oh, by who?”, it wasn’t a curious question. He didn’t believe you. His tone said it.

“By us”, uh oh.

Turning around, you were met with your two lovers. They hovered over you like angry wolves and you could only feel like a little lamb underneath them.

The athlete had flirted with you before and that only made the situation more intense. Of course the football player knew about your relationship. It just didn’t seem to matter to him.

Until, well, now you guess.

“You didn’t come”, shit. So, that was the reminder?

You had a date with them after this interview and it completely flew out of your mind like a paper lost in the wind.

“Sorry, I lost track of time”, they nodded and, for a moment, you thought you saw their eyes soften as they look at you but they just returned back to those icy cold stares.

Even the muscular athlete was scared. Everyone knew how possessive your boyfriends were.

It was pretty obvious after a particularly ignorant party animal laid his drunk hands on you. Before he could do anything else, he was already thrown on the floor with Juyeon’s fist landing on his cheek while Hyunjae pulled you back into his chest like he was some kind of shield.

It was hot, you weren’t going to lie, but it did make you a little worried for people you truly did just want to be friends with.

“Hey, babies, let’s go. Let’s go have our date now”, you placed each of your hands on their chests. It was a gentle move that always seemed to calm them and you smiled as you felt their heartbeats slow down, your own starting to match theirs as you felt it through your hands.

“Fine but you”, Hyunjae pointed with precision at the man, “stay away from her. She doesn’t like you and she’s said no multiple times. She’s ours” the man finally nodded and ran off while you were stuck standing there with a wave of arousal shooting to your core.

Ignore it. You can’t be walking around with marks again-

The internal scold fell short as the boys wrapped you up in a hug. You could practically feel the warmth from their anger coming off of them in waves.

“Next time listen to your reminders. We set them for you for a reason”, Hyunjae scolded you, grabbing your phone to turn off the pesky sound. You really didn’t hear it. Maybe your hearing does need to be checked.

“I know I know. I’m forgetful”, you pout and the boys looked at it, wanting nothing more than to kiss your pouty lips until they’re swollen. Juyeon just chuckles instead and ruffles your hair sweetly.

It was such a sharp contrast to how cold he looked a minute ago but you were used to it. They were usually cold to others but were exceptionally sweet to you.

Well, most of the time.

“Come on, dory. We’ve got to get outside”, that’s always been Hyunjae’s favorite nickname for you. Sadly, you couldn’t argue that it didn’t suit you.

Sometimes you even forget what your name is.

“Okay”, you nodded and held their hands, walking securely in between them. You always did feel safe with your boyfriends and being without them was honestly terrifying. They were like your bodyguards.

Out in the beautiful field of the campus was a little picnic blanket, laid out with plenty of your favorite foods.

They always loved to spoil you and, while the sight in front of you wasn’t much of a surprise considering it was their favorite form of dates, it made you happy nonetheless.

“Aw, thank you boys”, you gave them both a peck on the cheek and sat down. You weren’t much for public displays of affection.

Hand holding? That was fine. It was their way of saying that you were their’s. But, the bigger things like kissing or hugging? That was more of a private thing for you.

Those were actions you did when the three of you could safely display your love for one another without being judged because, let’s be honest, you’re not much of the outgoing type.

Sure, you have to talk to lots of people for your writing, but that didn’t mean you liked to. You actually liked to keep to yourself.

It was odd considering Hyunjae and Juyeon were quite popular due to their singing skills. Everyone wanted them but they only had their eyes set on you.

They helped you sit down, filling up your plate with delicious treats that almost had you drooling. You just realized how hungry you were when your stomach let out the most obnoxious growl you had ever heard.

Okay- maybe you also forget to take care of yourself. When you’re busy the last thing on your mind is what your body wants. Just the task at hand is important.

“Dory, do we need to start setting reminders for food and stuff too?”, Hyunjae shook his head as Juyeon handed you the plate of food. You quickly shook your head back, taking a bite of the fruit sitting on the plate in your lap.

“No, I just got busy. I’m not too hungry”, Hyunjae looked at you with the most untrusting look. He knew you and he knew that you frequently “got busy” and that meant you frequently forgot to take those vitamins or to at least drink water.

As you ate, you started to circle the important details you had written down during the interview, making a clear note in your head to add those facts into the paper.

Sad thing was: the athlete barely gave you anything to work with. Most of it was just bragging or hitting on you.

“What an asshole”, you sighed and rested your forehead on Juyeon’s shoulder. He simply chuckled and started to run his fingers through your hair. You weren’t a saint by any means but cussing was rare. You found it to be a bad habit in public while you swore like a sailor in the safety of your bedroom.

“Frustrated?”, Hyunjae asked, rubbing your back with his large palm, working the knot he knew you had. They really did know your body so well.

“Yeah, he didn’t really give me anything to work with. Just flirting”, you didn’t mean to let the last part slip out. It was just what you thinking about and sometimes that filter in your brain was clogged with all the useless information you kept there.

“Maybe you could do your report on someone else?”, surprisingly, the response was calm and you had to let out a sigh of relief.

“Maybe. I’d have to ask”, you were the writer for the school but it didn’t mean you had free will. Everything had to be ran by someone else. Every decision.

“Alright, I’d feel much more comfortable if you didn’t have to talk to that guy again”, you nodded in agreement.

God forbid something go right because weeks later, after one failed attempt at switching stories, you were put on the athlete’s case once again. This time it was because he was the reason the school won against their rivals.

So, there you sat on the desk chair. You had just finished your journalism class and, ironically, the jerk was in the class with you. You both just agreed to do the interview in the classroom.

You had already told the boys about it and they promised to check in soon. You were worried but also thankful. Your gut had an awful feeling about this guy.

As you were reaching for your notepad and pen, a hand stopped you. It was wrapped around your wrist and you looked up in surprise to see the athlete’s eyes sparkling with mischief.

That can’t be good.

“Come on, no one has denied me before. Why won’t you go out with me?”, it made you scoff and you yanked your wrist from his cold, rubbing the red flesh with your other hand.

“Because I’m taken. So, drop it”, that seemed to strike a nerve. He looked furious and fear flowed through your body when he got up.

Before he could reach you, a hand gripped the collar of his shirt, lifting him up and throwing him out of the room. Juyeon rushed to you, gently wiping away tears with his thumbs.

Wait- you were crying? You hadn’t even noticed.

Hyunjae seemed to take the high road and just simply shut the door in the student’s face, locking him out.

They honestly rarely fought but when they did it was brutal. That’s why they tried to never do it in front of you.

“Are you okay? He didn’t touch you?”, you reassured him you were fine by letting him look you over, his eyes quickly looking over you as if you had some hidden life threatening injury.

After some time, you were already feeling better. The boys had made it their mission to make you laugh as much as possible in the classroom, doing silly dances and even tickling you. They just loved your laugh too much.

“Baby, I have an idea for your newspaper”, Hyunjae looked a little dazed. Well, more than dazed. You couldn’t blame him considering you had all been playing a game of cards and you sucked so fucking bad at it. Therefore, your little game of stripping if you lost resulting in the boys completely clothed while you sat there completely bare.

“And what is that?”, you shivered as the cold air hit your back. Juyeon pulled you in between his legs and wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to keep you warm. Plus, his hold was barely below your breasts and he truly did love those.

“Make it a smut”, you gasped when Hyunjae connected his lips with your’s harshly, a little more rough than usual. Then, it hit you, they held all that anger in just to use it on you.

While you would never actually write a smut for the school paper (unless you really wanted to be fired), you liked to idea of using it to rile them up. They loved your writing and, more specifically, the wonderful sex scenes you wrote.

Anytime you were busy, you’d write them one and then you’d be happy to oblige to their request to act it out when you got back to your dorm. Sometimes they were short scenes and sometimes they were long. Either way, the boys were happy to help you fulfill your fantasies.

The only difference today is that there is no prompt. They get to make up the story themselves.

“Do you want me to tell everyone how good you two fuck me? How well you stretch me out?”, just your words alone had Juyeon’s erection desperately trying to escape the confinement of his jeans. You could feel the bulge against your back and you watched as the wetness started to coat your thighs.

“Yes, tell everyone how good we make you feel”, you nodded in agreement and looked at the door, thankful that there was no windows uncovered in the room.

Finally, feeling safe, you turned around and started to unzip Juyeon’s jeans, pulling it down his legs along with his boxers. You simply tossed them, watching them land on the surface of one of the desks.

Hyunjae wasn’t far behind, removing his own clothes and doing a similar action to them, discarding them as if they were the trash beneath his feet.

“Turn around”, you nodded, turned your body back around and you immediately knew what he wanted. You leaned down to make yourself level with his cock, your eyes running over the veins and the angry red tip. Your ass was right where the man wanted it, high up in front of him.

Your lips wrapped around his shaft, running your tongue along the sides to coat it in your saliva. It always made the movements a bit easier. Juyeon groaned and dove his tongue down your slit, suckling at your clit once he reached it.

The moan you let out sent a vibration through his sensitive tip, causing his thighs to shake slightly. It was a beautiful sight.

Not forgetting about your other boyfriend, you looked up to make eye contact with Hyunjae. He licked his lips as he watched you practically gag on the large cock that belonged to Juyeon.

He was always a bit of a voyeur and, as much as he loved the sight, he couldn’t wait any longer. He sat on his knees next to you and moved his own cock closer to your mouth.

Hyunjae was bigger than Juyeon, stretching you out beyond belief but Juyeon was longer, hitting your cervix with every thrust. Both were a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Different but well balanced.

You brought your head back, releasing Juyeon from your mouth and you replaced where your mouth had been with your hand, jerking the man off. A long string of saliva connected your mouth to his but you couldn’t care because Hyunjae’s dick was far too tempting to forget.

You wrapped your mouth around his cock now, feeling your jaw lock slightly from the sheer volume you had taken in. He was just as delicious as the previous one and you couldn’t help yourself from sucking him like he was your favorite lollipop. To be honest, he was.

Juyeon slipped a finger inside of your dripping cunt and you whimpered, listening to the sound of your pussy clenching around the digit, soaking it in your wetness.

“I think she can take both of us now”, you stopped for a moment, a little surprised. Sure, you three had discussed double penetration but you never really felt ready. Could you really handle that much?

Maybe you could.

“Let’s do it”, your words came out muffled since you were still infatuated with the taste of Hyunjae’s dick. The boys smirked at one another and Hyunjae gripped your hair to pull you off of him. Your hand instinctively let go of Juyeon’s dick too, missing the feeling of having something to play with.

You never liked to sit still but you knew you probably were going to have to after this session.

“Up here then, baby”, Hyunjae chuckled as you yelped, his arms under your body as he laid you across the desk. You winced when a pencil sharpener landed on the floor off the desk, probably breaking into pieces.

How had no one heard you before this? You had no idea.

Juyeon got up off the floor, rushing to Hyunjae’s side. Hyunjae held your thigh and pushed it open more, taking in the beautiful sight of your glistening pussy. It was his favorite work of art and Juyeon wanted nothing more than to continue the feast he was in the middle of.

“Alright, we’ll go one at a time, okay? If we need to stop then tell us. You okay with this still?”, Juyeon asked softly. Despite how cold they were, they still asked for permission and it was especially important now.

“I’m okay with it. I’ll tell you if you have to stop”, you nodded and looked up at the two. Fuck, you were so lucky.

They both had little stars in their eyes whenever they looked at you and it always reminded you that they were indeed your stars. Those little stars in their eyes only lit up when they looked at you.

Hyunjae decided to go first as the bigger of the two, gently easing his way into you. The stretch was slightly uncomfortable at first but no longer painful. You had adjusted to both of them rather quickly solo but together? That may be a bit harder.

Right when he brushed against that specific spot inside of you, you covered your mouth and moaned, gripping the edge of the desk.

Hyunjae watched you, smirking when he realized you were already becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. He loved watching you try to hold onto anything to keep your grounded to reality. He always seemed to bring you to cloud 9.

“All in. Now you’ll take Juyeon too, right? You’ll be a good girl and take him too?”, you nodded obediently and looked between your legs, noticing that Hyunjae had completely bottomed out inside of you. You already seemed so full, a bulge present in your stomach from where Hyunjae had settled.

Truly, no one could make you feel this good with so little effort but them.

Juyeon gripped your other thigh and pressed small kisses there, a gentle reminder that it was okay to stop him. That he loved you.

He sucked a few marks to the skin, making you whine because once they start they don’t stop. You’ll be covered in marks by the end of the hour.

Once you were spread wider, almost completely folded, Juyeon guided his cock in beside Hyunjae’s. Now, that hurt.

“Slower! Slower please”, Juyeon quickly nodded, noticing that your eyes were watering. He gently wiped them away and stayed still for a moment so you could get used to the stretch. When you nodded, he slowly moved again and you felt your vagina quickly adjust to the size. Like you were made to handle both.

And, now, you couldn’t stop moaning under your hand. It did very little to muffle the noises but it was your only hope of not getting caught.

Hyunjae was pressed against your g-spot as Juyeon had taken it upon himself to settle his tip against your cervix. And, inside of you, their cocks rubbed against each other in an unspoken competition to see who could go deeper.

Of course, Juyeon would win that category but that didn’t matter to Hyunjae.

Both watched their bulges in your stomach as one pulled out and pushed back in. Then, they started alternating until you were so stretched out that they could move together in perfect unison.

The sounds of skin slapping filled the room as they fucked you raw, sharing you in the most perfect way. Everything felt so good that you could already feel the knot forming in your stomach, begging to be released and coat their cocks in your cum.

“You like it, hm? Does it feel good?”, Juyeon teased as he watched your eyes roll back and your nails dig into the wood beneath you. You nodded but your love didn’t like that. He gripped your throat, squeezing it slightly right where he needed to.

The blissful feeling only became more unbearable as you felt some oxygen escape your throat. Tears spilled down your cheeks before he let go, allowing you to breathe.

“Yes! Fuck, I love it!”, the boys leaned down to suck marks all over your breasts, stomach, and hips. Still easy to hide but you knew that wasn’t going to last long.

Their hips snapped against your core as they moved, Hyunjae’s pelvis bone rubbing against your clit perfectly. It made your mouth hang open in a tiny scream and you couldn’t hold it anymore, squirting all over the two as you came.

You had never done that and you were scared that they would hate it but the bright smiles on their faces made you relax. It made you feel good and that’s all that mattered to them.

As the thrusts continued, you squirmed from the overstimulation and Juyeon had to pin you down by your wrists to keep you from falling off the desk.

Their movements became more sloppy and they came together, filling up your clenching cunt with their cum. You felt way too full with all of it and their cocks still inside of you, tapping Juyeon’s arm in a silent plea.

He understood and nodded at Hyunjae, the both of them pulling out to milk the rest of their orgasm’s on whatever they could find. Your thighs, clit, stomach, chest, arms, etc. You looked like the filthiest thing they’ve ever seen and they couldn’t be more proud.

Juyeon put his clothes back on and went out to grab a towel from the locker room as Hyunjae just stared at the cum spilling out of you and down the side of the unfortunate wooden desk.

He seemed to be deep in thought as you tried to breathe correctly, his finger entering your hole without warning and you looked down to see him pull it out. He looked you dead in the eye as he licked off the mixture of cream, humming happily when he found out he loved the taste.

“We taste delicious together”, he leaned down and held your ankles as he started to lap at the cum dripping out of you, eating it up like it was a five star meal. You shivered from the feeling of his warm muscle meeting your cold skin as he licked you clean, licking his lips every time he came up for air.

“How in the world am I going to write an article when that is in my head?”, you motioned to the sight of the cum dripping down his chin. His lips were swollen and his brown locks stuck to his forehead from the sweat. He looked ravishing.

“Smut”, he popped the m for emphasis and you shook your head, letting him kiss you so you could taste it too. It tasted like the best mixture of fruit and you found yourself diving your tongue in his mouth for more.

“Oh yeah, we definitely have to stay together if this is how good we taste”, you giggled and Juyeon had entered just in time to get a taste too. He kissed you, swirling his tongue inside of your mouth before he pulled away. He licked his lips and acted as if he was critiquing a meal.

“I’d have to give my thanks to the chef”, he joked and you smiled, letting out a little chuckle as you tried to sit up but your legs were not having it and neither were your boyfriends.

They rubbed your thighs as you laid back down, trying to ease the soreness in them. Juyeon kissed your hand lovingly and your heart swelled from all the love you felt for the two.

You had no doubt that they were really the ones you were going to spend your life with.

“Looks like the school newspaper is going to have to wait. Unless you feel like writing on a cum stained desk”, Hyunjae chuckled and you huffed, knowing that that paper was definitely not going to be done by its due date.

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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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Fashion Show for Kai

🎶I hit 600 and I’m at my peak Let’s all get excited for my Kai Week🎶 sorry that there’s so much author’s note today

Summary- Kai is sick of you loitering and bothering him, so he gives you a one time offer to go shopping and buy anything you want. The type of clothing you chose makes him realise giving you his credit card was a good choice, for both of you.

Warnings- Soft Daddy! Kai, knife & blood kink, nerd alert (Words- 2.5k) (Tag list- @tatestripedsweater)

Requests- “ Can u do a kai x fem!reader smut where kai is actually a soft daddy?? I know it sounds kinda impossible for kai but it really makes me feel nice to imagine him as a soft daddy so yeah. And reader's not a virgin but it's her first time with kai. Maybe like after a cult meeting.” Yes miss girl <3

“#52 & a lil bit of knife play with divine ruler?😇 you’re so talented ily <3 - @daddyevanpeters” I didn’t use the number prompt which I hope is okay, I think you’ll like this<3 no i love you

“CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!!!! You are so inspiring and talented. I just joined the fandom recently, and you have been such an amazing person to look up to! I heard that you were taking requests, sooooooo do you think you could do a head cannon for James, Kai, or the Evans (if you want) on how the would react to seeing reader in lingerie for the first time!! THANK YOU!” I hope you’re still here! This request is clearly from a while ago, but this was the perfect opportunity! I love it, thank you you’re sooo sweet<3

you’ll need this picture for later, enjoy ;)

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You slowly walk downstairs, and try to take a quick glance to see whether Kai’s cult meeting is coming to an end. Although you were almost always welcome, when it came to an upcoming murder, for some reason, Kai didn’t want you involved. And to keep you as safe and indifferent as possible, he didn’t tell you anything about it. But now that you were having a few days off work, you found yourself wandering around the house aimlessly, wanting to be with Kai even more than usual. You were usually welcome at the meetings, and it felt unnatural to you to have to avoid them. When you peaked your head around the corner of the bookshelf, Kai instantly notices you and hedges in his sentence, looking to the floor and sighing. He rubs his eyes before looking back up at you.

“I thought I was clear, can’t you keep yourself busy?”, he snaps at you. You walk over a little closer to him and sigh in exasperation.

“Can’t I just sit with you? I won’t even listen I swear-”, you don’t bother saying anything else when Kai stands up and burns you with his eyes.

“Go away”. You sulk at his words but continue to stand there, your eyes flicking around the floor, searching for something else to say and as you open your mouth to beg to stay yet again, another loud sigh interrupts you. He shakes his head and reaches into his pocket, before taking out his wallet and then credit card. He holds it in front of you and speaks with his regular authoritative tone of voice. He had to make sure that everybody at the meeting knew that he was completely in charge of you.

“Here. Don’t go crazy, but go somewhere and keep yourself busy”. You hesitantly take his credit card from his hand and nod at him, but when you pick your arms up to give him a grateful hug, he pushes them back down to deny it and snaps at you once last time.

“Do not come back here until I’m done with my meeting”

You nod and promptly leave, knowing that Kai doesn’t expect an answer, and just expects you to understand and follow every order he gives you. You quickly get dressed and leave the house, knowing Kai will get more mad if you sit around and don’t take advantage of what he gave you. Though he never particularly showered you with money, he always made sure he spoiled you some way or another so you would stay close to him.

You cautiously but happily spend Kai’s money, unsure how much you have or how much he is willing for you to spend, but in order to make sure that he wont regret giving you this gift, you decide to treat him too.

Within a little more than an hour, the very complicated plan of murder is clear to everybody in the cult and the meeting comes to an end. At that very second when most people begin to scatter, your phone in your pocket dings loudly, making sure you hear it. You’re in huge trouble if you don’t reply to Kai’s messages and calls, so to avoid having your phone taken away you never put it on silent or vibrate, and immediately read his messages. He asks when you’re planning to return home, and even though you were on your way for a coffee, mostly done with shopping, you don’t want to make him wait for you. Your thumbs dance around the keypad as you plan a message when your phone buzzes in your hand with another message from Kai.

‘Come home now’

Although his anger and fierce dominance strikes fear in others, and sometimes in you too, you go home with an innocent smirk on your face, already excited for angry Kai.

When you walk through the door Kai shuts it instantly after you, making you flinch, not having noticed him behind it. You attempt to hide your bags behind your back, but to no avail.

“I got a scam alert”, he says calmly, turning the key in the door to lock it.

“Uncharacteristic purchase from Victoria’s Secret”, he says quietly. Kai inches closer to you and puts his hands on your waist with a tight possessive grip, before looking over your shoulder at the bags behind your back. Most of them pink, one of them black. He exhales deeply in satisfaction at the sight of tissue paper, already excited for the show you’re going to put on for him.

Without a single word, he goes upstairs, and you follow him like a little lost puppy following its owner. He walks into a bedroom and sits on the end of the bed, facing the door. As you walk in behind him, he leans back on his arms and looks you up and down, examining your fully dressed body. When his eyes once again reach yours, he shakes his head to the side once, and you quickly nod.

“Yes, Divine Ruler, I’ll be right back”. You leave the room and go to the bathroom and weigh your options on which lingerie to show him first, but wanting to look as innocent as possible for him, you quickly rip your clothes off and jump into the shower for a minute, gently caressing your skin with body wash before dressing up for him.

As soon as Kai hears the water running, he sighs, and starts to look around the room, needy and already thinking of ways to punish you for wasting his time.

But soon enough, you gently step towards the bedroom Kai’s in and open the door, making Kai sit up when he hears the creak. You stand before him in your baby pink lacy underwear and bra and slowly walk over to him, making your steps as light as possible.

“I showered and oiled up for you, Divine Ruler”, you say seductively making Kai moan breathily at the sight of you glistening. When you get close enough, he puts his hands on your waist and slides them down to your thighs, one of his favorite places on your body, before putting his face to them. He runs his lips along your thighs and moans at how soft you feel under him. The soft sounds coming out of him turn you on immensely, and how his rough and dry lips slide along your thighs makes them tingle.

Kai’s hands rubbing over your ass makes your mind wander to the filthiest thoughts you have, ones you’d only share if Kai made you. A recent scenario that often came to your mind in the shower was one from a week ago, where Kai bent you over his desk as per usual, but instead of fucking you right away, he spread your cheeks and used his heavenly mouth on you, something he doesn’t do often. His hands on your thighs brought back every memory you have of him between them, making you cum over and over again until you grip his hair in the excitement, which always results in him putting you in handcuffs. Unexpectedly, Kai bites your thigh, making you gasp and break out of your trance of dirty thoughts.

“You’ve picked the perfect day to be sensitive, my love”. Kai’s new nickname for you instantly heals the temporary pain caused by his teeth, and you look at him, completely smitten and in love.

He stands up and kisses your lips once, very softly, before turning the two of you around and pushing you on the bed. But today, he does so gently, and you fall onto the mattress and feel the soft covers hug your skin and make you feel a way you never feel. Loved. It was obvious that Kai loved you, and even though he never said it, he showed it by prioritizing you over any other member of the cult, and trying to protect you from certain cruel things the world has to offer. He knew you were the strongest and most dedicated member and he always felt the devotion you gave him when you volunteered to do things for him that the other pussies were scared to do. Your heartless dedication to commit murder and crimes for him was what made gentle and innocent moments like this so special to him. Your naivety and trust for him made him hard.

He straddles you and looks at you beneath him. His eyes were as dark and lustful as always, so you put your hands up to the bed frame, all ready to be tied to up at his mercy. He smiles at your obedient actions ever so lovingly, before cupping your cheek and leaning down to you.

“Not today, little lamb”. You slowly put your hands back down confused by his words, almost worried by him not being as dominant as always, but all worries melt away when he kisses you once again, not forcing his tongue in and not making you feel like you must please him. Instead, kissing you so passionately that you are left breathless and occasionally forget to kiss back, enjoying your master taking care of you and kissing your gentle lips. He moves his attention to your neck, sucking on it gently leaving the tiniest bruises that will fade away within hours.

“Do you trust me?”, he whispers against your skin, giving you goosebumps.

“Of course, Divine Ruler”. Your instant response makes Kai smile against your neck and sit back up on you. He reaches into his pocket, and slowly takes out his pocketknife, flicking it open.

“I’m not going to tie you down, Y/N, so you need to stay still, you understand?”, he asks deeply. You look at the blade in his hand with pleading eyes and gulp at the idea of him hurting you.

“You want to… cut me?”. You ask, trying to sound as sure of yourself as possible. Divine Ruler hates weak girls.

“Of course not, I won’t cut you. If you don’t move”, he says as if it’s all so obvious. No matter how unsure you were about this, his confidence made you rely on him even more and you nod your head, willing to do whatever it is he wanted from you. His warm smile at your willingness to take whatever he does to you melts your heart and you take a deep breath before relaxing your body completely. You close your eyes and Kai shuffles down to sit over your legs, looking at your boobs and thighs in the gorgeous underwear you wore for him. Just for him.

He lays his blade against your boob, and slides it down your chest, making you open your eyes nervously but stay completely still. He hums as he slides it down your stomach, before getting to your panties and unexpectedly puts the blade under them.

“I like these”, he simply states, before in one quick motion slicing them off at one side.

“We’ll have to get some more”

He slices them off at the other side, and peels them away from you, making you bite your lip. No matter how many times Kai does a multitude of dirty things to you, your stomach fills with butterflies whenever you feel his eyes on your naked body.

He puts his knife against your lower abdomen and pushes it down slightly, making it dig into your skin without breaking it. He carefully inspects the dent in your skin as he moves it down your thigh, pushing the blade at an angle that won’t cut you. Kai is intoxicated at the incredible sight of you with your panties cut off, and staying still for him with fear behind your eyes. The vulnerability of you under his knife makes his cock harden, and he puts his other hand on your thigh with a tight grip. He gives it a harsh squeeze which not only sends a pool of arousal to your pussy, but also makes you gasp and move unintentionally, his blade digging into your skin making serious contact this time. But Kai continues to move it down, creating a slice in your thigh that begins to drool blood. You wince at the feeling but say nothing, willing to take it to see Kai pleased.

“Doing such a good job baby”, Kai mumbles under his breath, his eyes glued to the sight of you bleeding. The soft praise sticks in your mind, standing separate to the usual degrading you receive from Kai during sex. He puts the blade in front of his face and licks the blood off it, keeping strong eye contact with you, making you wet.

Just when you think you can’t get any more turned on by Kai’s sudden nurturing, as you feel your blood drip down almost to the bed sheet, he leans down and licks the blood up, then sucking the blood out of your scar. The stinging only adds to the pleasure, as you are far from new at pain and pleasure combined.

He continues sucking and kissing your thighs, getting dangerously close to where you yearn to feel his face, and starts mumbling sweet nothings against them.

“Took it like such a good girl, you know”

You lean your head back not being able to handle the praise, and bite your lip in excitement knowing you make Kai this happy.

“You’re gonna get a treat for this”. Kai sits up and puts his hands under your knees and picks up your thighs, taking a longing glance between your legs as he spreads them.

Although it takes everything from you to not sit and take the treat like a good girl, you hope the happier you make him the more he’ll do for you, and you use all the strength in your body to interrupt him.

“Kai, wait”, you say softly. “I have another outfit I think you might like”. He looks at you and considers your suggestion, before putting down your thighs. You quickly sit up and practically run to the bathroom, not only desperate to get your treat, but also knowing that the outfit will take a second to put on.

When you come back out to see Kai, his eyes widen and he resists the temptation to throw his mouth open, and clenches his jaw instead. He carefully examines you from top to bottom and back, soaking in your costume. You have a black sports bra with ropes on it, khaki shorts with a gun belt and a pistol, and your hair in a braid. Divine Ruler liked sweet obedient girls, but it was obvious the inner nerd in Kai would lose his mind at your outfit.

You walk over to him as confidently as possible, the hunger in his eyes giving you a huge ego boost, and he stands up to look down at you.

“Looks like you’re ready to be my naughty girl again, correct?”, he growls, and you nod at him. He smirks and walks over to the bed stand, taking out your handcuffs. But instead of following, you stay stood and look at him with a raised eyebrow, trying to look intimidating. He looks over at you and throws the handcuffs on the bed.

“Hurry up Lara, I have some digging and exploring to do”.

#american horror story #ahs #american horror story cult #american horror story smut #ahs cult #ahs smut #kai anderson #kai anderson x #kai anderson x reader #evan peters characters #evan peters character #evan peters smut #kai anderson smut #ahs kai

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honeymilkk00 · 3 years

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Haikyuu Boys: You Flinch

yooooo so my first post on tumblr,,, kinda scary but here goes nothing. if the characters are too ooc i apologise but it’s because this is my first time writing a haikyuu one shot. also i’m fucking obsessed with angst to comfort hmu with some good ones (hopefully i haven’t read them). also pleaseeeee this isn’t an attack on the reader, you all are so fucking gorgeous. i’m trying to write this angst with my personal insecurities in mind so it can be more realistic. remember to drink water and eat 3 meals a day.

characters:

-tanaka

-ushijima

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Tanaka

Recently, you had noticed a strain in your and Tanaka’s relationship. Of course, you were always pretty self-conscious in the relationship- he always hung out with Kiyoko when he went to practise and spoke about her like she was a goddess.

That didn’t mean you didn’t like Kiyoko. In fact, you looked up to her a lot, heeding her advice every time she spoke to you. But, who wouldn’t be insecure? Kiyoko was everything you were not. She was smart, she was pretty, she was organised, and she had a great personality to go with it. Sometimes, you’d sit thinking that maybe Tanaka would be happier with her.

And today was one of those days. It was lunch and, as usual, Tanaka was at practise. You didn’t mind and grew pretty accustomed to it, often sitting to the side of the sports hall, watching and cheering. You were happy that your boyfriend had such a deep interest in something.

As you sat next to the coach, taking small bites out of an apple, you noticed Tanaka’s wondering gaze. Following his eyes, you frowned slightly when you noticed him staring at Kiyoko with a small blush on his face. An uneasy feeling in your gut made you stop eating, just watching. When Tanaka walked over to her and tucked her hair behind her ear after helping her pick up spare balls, you felt bile rise in your throat. Suffocating. It felt like suffocating as you watched your boyfriend touch and blush around your friend whilst right in front of you.

Biting your lip nervously, you packed away your lunch and stood up. There was still 10 minutes left of lunch. If Tanaka asked, you could’ve dismissed it as simply wanting to get to class early. Nodding to Coach Ukai and Daichi, you swiftly exited the sports hall and walked to your next lesson.

Somehow, you had avoided Tanaka for the rest of the day. You knew you were probably overreacting, but the way he looked at her with such a loving gaze made you feel sick. He didn’t even look at you with that much compassion, and you were his girlfriend.

So, you slung your backpack over your shoulders and made your way home. Normally, you would walk with your boyfriend, but not today. It was silent without Tanaka making small comments here and there and laughing. Insecure thoughts filled your mind, and, with no one to distract you from them, you listened.

You listened to every single thought that crossed your mind.

Why were you not pretty enough?

Why did Tanaka love Kiyoko more than he loved you?

Why were you so petty?

Why were you running away instead of talking to him?

Why were you not good enough?

You swallowed the bile that slowly rose in your throat and looked down at your hands that clenched together.

Just get over it. You can’t be better than her.

A hand placed on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. Swiftly, you head diverted to look at whoever touched you right in the eyes.

Shit.

“Hey, you’ve been ignoring me since lunch. Did something happen? Why are you walking home without me?” Tanaka let go of your shoulder and raised a curious brow at you.

You weren’t ready to talk to him yet.

Forcing a smile, you looked down at your hands instead of his gaze-his piercing gaze that left you weak and helpless. “Nothing is wrong,” you started, pausing for a second to recollect your thoughts. “I just wanted to get to class quickly after lunch... And I was walking home by myself because I have a lot of homework to do.” You lied smoothly, but of course, Tanaka saw through it.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Tanaka sighed and tilted his head, “are you going to tell your boyfriend the truth or continue to lie straight to my face? We’re partners- a team- you’re meant to trust me and communicate. Wasn’t it you who said that was important?” His voice gradually got louder with every sentence, his patience wearing thin.

You looked back at him and opened your mouth, before closing it. Of course, trust and communication is key in relationships but... Your eyes glanced up at Tanaka. Opening your mouth again, you spoke, “It’s just...” You started and licked your lips, taking a deep breath, “You seem to be close with Kiyoko. Very close..” You whispered the last bit, but he still caught it.

Clenching his fists, Tanaka frowned, “well excuse me, but she’s been my friend longer than I’ve dated you. I don’t see why it’s an issues now.” His voice was firm and loud, making you shrink into yourself.

“I get that, I do. But you can’t just get all close like blushing and tucking her hair behind her ear when you’re in a relationship.” You tried to reason with him. Yes, you know they were friends longer than you and Tanaka had been in a relationship and you respected that. That was why you never mentioned anything before.

Tanaka made a ‘tch’ sound and took in a deep breath, glaring down at you. Like this, he looked like an alpha- strong, in charge, dominant. In normal circumstances, you might’ve blushed or even squirmed, but in this situation, all you felt was your fight or flight impulse going crazy. “Well I’m sorry, but just because you’re insecure about yourself doesn’t mean you can be a selfish bitch! Grow up (Y/n)!”

That was what made you snap.

“Excuse me!? Tanaka, you told me to communicate and so I did, but when I do my opinions and feelings are immediately shut down!? I’m not saying you can’t be friends with Kiyoko! You can! Just please don’t keep touching her intimately because it makes me think you’d rather be with her!” You shouted back.

Letting out a deep growl, Tanaka leaned over you with a menacing glare and quickly lifted his hand, which made you flinch violently and close your eyes tightly, lifting you arms to shield yourself.

Snapping out of his rage, Tanaka’s eyes widened.

You flinched. You flinched at him.

Did you seriously think he was going to hit you?

Taking a shaky breath, he gently placed a hand on your cheek, which made you flinch more and slowly open your eyes to look into his. Your eyes held nothing but pure fear. You couldn’t help it- Tanaka was big, strong and intimidating. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

“Please don’t look at me like that, baby.. I’m sorry.. I’ll never hit you.” Tanaka whispered softly and pulled you in for a gentle hug. “I’m so sorry I scared you like that..” He murmured lightly.

Shakily, you took a breath, letting your tears slip down your cheeks. “Ngh.. ‘M sorry I annoyed you Tana...” You whispered softly, crying into his shoulder. “’M just... Scared. Kiyoko is beautiful and has the best personality and I’m just... Me.” You admitted, finally calming down when you realised that Tanaka would never ever hurt you, no matter how much you angered him.

Tanaka’s eyes softened and he gently stroke your hair. “Exactly. You’re you. That’s why I love you, baby.” He whispered gently and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Slowly, you leaned into his touch more, “Okay...”

Tanaka sighed gently, “I didn’t realise I was being too touchy with her, but I’ll stop for you baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled weakly back.

“Icecream?” He asked.

“Please.”

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Ushijima

You always knew volleyball was his passion. It was his everything, and you respected that.

Still though, when you became his girlfriend, you thought that maybe you’d at least tie with volleyball in importance. However, you soon realised three months into the relationship that what you believed didn’t seem to be the case. In fact, it seemed as if you were more of a chore for Ushijima than something he enjoyed spending his time on.

Eventually, it all got too much.

You watched him practise from the side-lines, frowning since he barely even glanced at you, let alone said hello. Of course, you didn’t mind. He was focused on practising, so it would make sense if he didn’t acknowledge you.

Ushijima paused his practise to get a small drink and you took this opportunity to encourage him and drop off his lunch since he had a tendency to forget his. “Ushi, you’re doing so-” You started, but was soon cut off by your blunt lover.

“(Y/N), can’t you see I’m focusing right now? I’ll talk later, but right now volleyball is all that matters. You’re irrelevant right now.” He retorted swiftly, before shrugging you off and going back to practise his spikes.

Biting your lip slightly, you swallowed thickly and looked down at your feet in shame. Those words hurt, even if they weren’t the most aggressive. Maybe he did only see you as a burden. The thought made you shiver and deepen your frown. The last thing you wanted was to hold your boyfriend back, even if it hurt you. Taking one last glance at Ushijima, you set his lunch down by his bottle and turned away, hiding the tears in your eyes by looking at the ground.

It felt as if someone was squeezing your heart in your chest, and a lump soon formed in your throat. You choked on a sob and headed home, turning off your phone completely.

Once you had reached the comfort of your house, you collapsed on your bed and sobbed silently into a pillow, curling tightly into a small ball.

You were unsure as to how long you had been crying for, but you soon awoke from a slumber when you felt the bed dip and a large arm wrap around your waist. Biting your lip, you turned your head to come face to face with Ushiwaka. “Ushi...” You whispered quietly.

“My love, you have been crying. Your eyes are red and puffy.” He stated and frowned lightly. “What happened?” The male gently brushed his thumb against your hip, caressing it tenderly.

Tensing up, you sat up and pushed his hand away lightly. “Ushijima..” You started and looked down, clenching your fists together. “Is volleyball really that important to you..?” You whispered out, barely loud enough for him to hear.

The brute frowned and also sat up, narrowing his eyes slightly, “(Y/N), why are you so annoyed over my passion?” He asked and let out a scoff. “What, are you jealous of a ball? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” Ushijima’s voice raised slightly, but he soon shut up when he noticed you flinch and sink deeper into the bed.

You avoided eye contact from your lover and gripped the sheets tightly in your hand, “’M sorry..” You whispered out as tears filled your vision. “Maybe I am being ridiculous.. I just think that...” You choked on a sob. “That you’d be better off with someone else. All I seem to do is hold you back from doing what you love. ‘M just a pain..” Hurt filled your voice and you swallowed thickly.

Ushijima’s eyes widened slightly and he frowned, gently taking your hands into his large ones. “Darling... You are all I want. I am sorry if those comments I said earlier made you feel insecure, but I truly do care for you. You are the only person I want in my life.” Gently, he placed his forehead on yours and kissed away your tears. “You are anything but a pain, my love.”

Looking into your boyfriend’s eyes, you smiled lightly and pressed your lips against his delicately. “You’re forgiven, Ushi..”

#haikyu #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #angst #haikyuuangst #tanaka angst #ushiwaka angst #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima angst #requestsopen #haikyuu comfort #tanaka ryuunosuke

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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years

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Deep End - Two

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Smut (DubCon,) Manipulation, Anxiety

Word Count: 3.4K

A/n: Boom part two! I wanna hear what y’all think’s gonna happen with this series

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THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

~*~

“Good morning, Darling.” Chapped lips press a kiss to your cheek, strong arms winding around your figure and a sharp chin digging into your shoulder.

“Breakfast smells delicious.” You only hum, trying to get your hands to stop shaking.

“Is it eggs?!” Sarah bounds down the stairs excitedly, running straight for your legs.

Steve intercepts her, tossing her up in the air then catching her in his arms again.

She erupts in a fit of giggles and squeals as he starts tickling her, and you find yourself biting your tongue to stop yourself from saying anything to him.

“Eggs and bacon and pancakes only for you, Princess!” He exclaims, kissing her cheek then setting her back on her feet.

“Do I still go to school?” Sarah asks, climbing up onto one of the barstools and kicking her legs.

“Yes, sweetie, you still have to go to school. We’re gonna get you back to school soon, there’s just some things that... your dad... and I need to discuss first, okay? But today, you can relax at home, eat your breakfast and explore the house if you want.” She nods her head eagerly, little hands holding her fork as you slide a plate of food over to her.

You portion some out for Steve too, grinding your teeth together in distaste.

You scoured the house for anything that could be used against him but came up completely empty-handed. Rat poison, bleach, Lysol. Nothing.

He takes his plate with a smile, his free hand gripping your waist and turning you to him slightly.

He leans down, lips pressed against yours for a brief gentle moment before pulling away and sticking his tongue out at a snickering Sarah.

He sits down beside Sarah and starts eating, his eyes boring holes into your back as you gather some food for yourself. As you’re getting ready to sit down, he stands up, unlocking a drawer by the sink and grabbing a bottle of something.

Your heart races in your chest and you hold your fork just the tiniest bit tighter, prepared to use it as a weapon if you need to.

He turns back to you with a smile, setting two small pills on your napkin, away from Sarah’s curious gaze.

“Take them with your food,” he instructs, kissing your forehead then sitting back down between you and your daughter.

"Morgan’s gonna get dropped off for a little while, Sarah. She’s around your age and I think you two will get along great. You guys can play while your mother and I talk, okay?” She bobs her head up and down, shovelling the eggs into her mouth.

“Good.”

~*~

“They’re really hitting it off,” Steve says with a smile, watching as his daughter and her new friend play in the backyard.

You hesitantly come up beside him, a small smile spreading on your lips.

“I-I’m always nervous about her making friends. She’s never really had problems with it but...” You trail off, taking a step back as he turns around to face you.

“Tony’s got Morgan enrolled in a private school, says it’s really good. I was thinking we could send Sarah there too.” You bite your bottom lip and shrug. “I-I don’t know how I feel about private schools. What are the reviews like? And are they strict? I don’t want her... all I want is for her to have a normal childhood. That’s all I want.” Steve’s face softens and he nods, taking your hand and ushering you to the living room.

“It’s all gonna be okay. I know it’s gonna take some getting used to, but it’ll all work out in the end, you’ll see.”

You take a couple of deep breaths, wanting so desperately to believe him but you know better.

“Tony says the school’s really good, and it’s not super strict. The kids still get to have fun and make friends while learning. I think we should give it a shot and if she doesn’t like it we’ll find another school for her to go to.” You nod, eyes fluttering over to the window looking over the backyard.

“Now, I think you and I need to set down some ground rules, okay?” You turn to him, your guard up in an instant.

His face is calm, but you still don’t trust him.

“Sarah’s going to be at school all day, I’ve gotta go to work, which means you’re going to be here to look after the house. My beautiful housewife.” You furrow your brows, “What am I supposed to do here all day?” He looks around with pursed lips.

“Cook and clean? Keep the house looking nice, maybe you could start a garden if you want. But soon you’ll have less time for moving around and more time for...” he trails off, his hand coming to rest on your stomach.

“You’re gonna give me another baby, gonna carry it in that beautiful body of yours. And when the baby gets here you’ll have your hands full so you may want to start planning for that now.”

You’ve got no choice in this.

“D-did you keep any of Sarah’s old baby furniture?” You ask softly, fighting back tears.

“No, I gave it to Nat and Bucky cause they were talking about adopting. But you can buy more. I’ll give you my card and that can be your task. When Sarah’s at school and you’re done with cleaning, you can start setting up the new baby’s room.” He says it like it’s the most prestigious task he could give and you should be thanking him for the opportunity.

“Now, one last thing...” He eyes you for a moment then shakes his head.

“Your old wardrobe is going to be gotten rid of. I don’t want to see you in these leggings or jeans. I’ll have Nat bring over some clothes that are more acceptable, but until then, there should be a few decent dresses still in the closet from... before.” His eyes dark the tiniest bit at the mention of how things were.

“I want you to go change, then gather up all your old clothes. Once that’s done, you can start making lunch. I’m going to run out to grab a few things for dinner, we’re having guests over tonight, so I expect you to be on your best behaviour, okay?”

You say nothing, eyes focused on the floor.

He grabs your chin roughly and forces you to look at him, his eyes blazing.

“I asked you a fucking question, dear. You’d better answer me before I get angry.”

You swallow hard then nod, “o-okay. I will.”

He nods and lets go of your face with a smile, rising to his feet and fixing the sleeves of his shirt.

“Good. I’m thinking pasta for dinner.”

~*~

You’re wearing a yellow sundress that comes just past your knees. It flows with every step you take and you’ve gotta admit that it’s quite pretty. You hate that he chose it, though.

You set the dining room table silently, mind racing. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t notice you’re not alone until a hand is grabbing the bottom of your dress.

“Mommy, did you hear me?” You gasp, jumping in surprise then shaking your head.

“No, Sarah, I didn’t. Mommy was just thinking. Sorry, what did you say?” She huffs a breath.

“Daddy said that Aunty Nat is coming over for dinner! Do you think she’ll bring ice cream?” Your heart clenches and you sigh.

“I uh... I don’t know. You’ll have to go ask... your father.”

“Ask me what?” Sarah turns to him and lifts her arms, giggling happily when he scoops her up in his arms.

“When Aunty Nat comes is she gonna bring ice cream?”

“Well, I don’t know if she’ll bring ice cream, but maybe after dinner we can all go out and get an ice cream cone. How does that sound?” She claps her hands together in excitement, squealing when she hears the front door open.

“Knock knock!” A female voice calls.

You swallow hard, trying not to let your anger get the better of you as Sarah shimmies out of her father’s grip and rushes to the door.

“Aunty Nat!” The redhead picks her up and spins her around.

“Hey, pumpkin! How’s my favourite girl doing?”

You walk back to the stove, stirring the noodles and imagining how satisfying it would be to dump the boiling water on the traitorous redhead.

“How’s dinner coming along?” Steve asks, his hands finding your hips.

“Just about done. Everyone can sit down, it’ll only be a minute more.” He nods, kissing your temple and opening the fridge to grab drinks.

“Hey, pal.” You stiffen, too many memories filling you at the voice.

“Hey, Buck. Glad you could make it.” You keep your back to the brunet, not wanting to see him, to remember what happened any more than you already have to.

“Aren’t you going to greet our guests, dear?” Steve asks, one hand grabbing the waistline of your dress and tugging. You reluctantly turn around to face the brunet just as the redhead walks into the room.

“Well?” Steve asks, looking at you expectantly. You say nothing, glaring daggers at Natasha. She meets your gaze for a moment then looks away, knowing full well what she’s done.

“Dinner’s ready.” Is all you say, yanking out of Steve’s grip and turning back to the stove.

“It’s nice to see you again too, (Y/n),” Bucky says, walking past you and into the dining room.

Natasha brings Sarah after him, leaving you and Steve alone.

“You and I will need to have a long conversation once they leave,” he hisses. “If your attitude doesn’t improve, then you’re going to need to be punished for it.”

You turn and look up at him with defiant eyes.

“I’m wearing your stupid dress and I’m playing your stupid game. What more do you want from me? You’ve got me and my daughter held hostage in your goddamn dollhouse and-” He grabs you by the throat, shaking his head at you.

“Fine. I’ll fucking teach you now then.”

He shoves you aside and walks into the dining room, a smile on his face.

“She’s just gonna bring dinner out. Then she and I need to have a little chat before we join you.” You reluctantly bring the food out, if only so Sarah can eat. You’ve hardly set the steaming dishes down before Steve’s grabbing your hand and yanking you through the house and up the stairs.

Your heart races in your chest, fear coursing through your veins at what he may have planned for you.

Flashes of different ways he’s punished you run through your mind and you feel your eyes fill with tears as he shoves you onto his bed.

His chest is heaving, with anger or exertion, you can’t tell.

“S-Steve I’m sorry. P-please don’t hurt me.” He watches you for a moment then shakes his head.

“You know I can’t tolerate that kind of behaviour.” You crawl back, tears dripping down your cheeks.

“I-I’m just, please! I’m scared and tired a-and I don’t have any friends and m-my dad is-is...” You shake your head, hoping he has a shred of decency left inside of himself.

“Please!” He stares at you long and hard then sighs. “You know I love you, and I love Sarah with my entire heart. But I can’t tolerate this rude behaviour. I know it’s a big transition for you, and I’m willing to be patient, but you can’t treat our guests that way. Rudeness directed at me is different, but you have no right to treat Bucky and Natasha the way you did. That’s why you’re being punished. I’ll forgive the snappy behaviour towards me, but not them.”

You shake your head and shove your face in your hands, sobs bubbling free from your chest.

“Please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry.” He nods, turning to the dresser and pulling out a familiar box.

It’s the box he keeps his torture toys in, you realize.

“Lay down on your stomach. If you listen, your punishment won’t be nearly as severe.” You sniffle and nod, rolling over and laying down on your tummy.

He flips your dress up and yanks your panties down your legs, eyeing your ass for a moment.

“Bucky and Nat are important members of this family, and you will treat them as such, do you understand?” You nod, crying out in pain and thrashing away from him as a leather paddle comes down hard on your ass.

“Am I going to have to tie you to the bed?” You can’t answer, you’re too busy trying not to choke on your own snot.

He grabs your wrists roughly and ties them to a hoop on the headboard, successfully leaving you at his mercy.

He smacks you again, and again, then a fourth time, and you squirm away as much as you can.

“When you’re good, you don’t get punished.”

He delivers sixteen more impossibly hard hits, then tosses the paddle onto the ground and climbs onto the bed, cock raging in his pants.

His knees push your legs apart and you shake your head, tugging against your restraints desperately as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Huh, would ya look at that?” You press your face into the mattress, humiliation filling you as he rubs his cock through your wet folds.

“Feels like somebody enjoyed that a bit more than they were letting on, huh?” You shake your head, crying out as he sheaths himself fully with only one thrust.

Your walls burn at the intrusion, body instinctively creating more moisture to lubricate the violation, but that’s not how Steve sees it.

“Fuck, your body misses me, huh? Hates it when my cock isn’t fucking you.” He grabs your hips and hoists them up, then starts a punishing pace, forcing you to take every painful inch of him.

“Fuck, feel how tight you are... squeezin’ me so nice...” Every hit of his hips against your ass makes you cry out in pain, your entire lower half on fire.

“M’gonna fill you with my cum then lock it in. You’re gonna give me another fucking baby. Gonna grow nice and big.” He picks up the pace, eyebrows furrowed and face screwed up with pleasure.

His hips still, warmth exploding within you as he reaches his climax.

He stays inside you for a long while, catching his breath while his cock softens, then he slowly pulls out.

“You know,” he begins, rooting around in the box for something, “it’s much more effective if you orgasm too. Really sucks it all up in you and improves the chances of fertilization.” A switch flips and then there’s a constant buzzing noise filling your ears.

Right as you realize what it is, he’s got the vibrator pressed against your clit.

You jolt away from it, hips wiggling at the stimulation.

“N-no,” you whisper uselessly, inhaling sharply when he grabs your waist with one hand to keep you steady, forcing the vibrator against you.

“Look at that... feels good, huh?” You don’t reply, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as the coil in your belly tightens, your toes curling and your back arching, forcing the device against you even more.

Your mouth drops open and your eyes roll back as your body starts to convulse, a powerful orgasm tearing through your entire being.

“There it is,” Steve whispers, watching with dark eyes as he forces an orgasm out of you.

Your pussy flutters and clenches, clit swollen and aching when he finally removes the vibrator.

You’re still recovering from the intensity of your climax when he presses something cool to your entrance.

He forces the plug inside of you, despite your protests, then yanks your underwear back up your legs.

“Now c’mon. We’ve got guests to entertain.” He unties your wrists then helps you to your feet, watching in satisfaction as you struggle to walk down the stairs.

You rub your raw wrists, heart racing in your chest as you slowly walk into the dining room.

Bucky and Nat each look up at you, the redhead turning away while the brunet eyes you, a dark look in his eyes.

Steve’s hand remains possessively on the small of your back, and you carefully sit down, wincing at the burn in your backside and the throbbing of your core.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Steve says, a smile on his face as you portion out some food for him and yourself.

“It’s alright. Things happen,” Bucky replies, eyes stuck on your face.

“It’s been a while since we... since I last saw you, (Y/n). How have you been?” You swallow hard, eyes focused on your plate as you answer Bucky’s question.

“I’ve been fine. How have you been?” He takes a moment to answer, and in the thick silence of the room you can hear the metal plates in his arm whirring.

“I’ve been good. Happy that Steve has you back now.” You nod, forcing yourself to chew and swallow a mouthful of pasta.

“Mommy I’m full! Can we go for ice cream now? Aunty Nat and Uncle Bucky said we could!” You nod, pushing your almost untouched food away and standing up quickly.

“J-just let me clean up, then we can go for ice cream.” You start gathering the dishes, eager to leave the room and put some distance between yourself and the people at the table.

“I’ll give you a hand,” Nat says, rising to her feet and gathering the other half of the dishes.

You ignore her, grabbing the remainder of the food and starting to pack it up in containers in the kitchen.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry.” You shove the food into the fridge and turn to face her, tears welling up in your eyes.

“You’re sorry? That’s it? You’re fucking sorry?! I’m right back where I fought tooth and fucking nail to escape because of you! You’re the reason I’m back here with him, why Sarah’s back here and why he’s hurting me all over again and all you have to say for yourself is ‘I’m sorry’?!” Your voice is whispered, but the words may as well be shouted.

She shakes her head, hating the truth behind your words.

“Y-you don’t understand, (Y/n). I had to.” You sniffle and scrub a fallen tear off of your cheek.

“Or what? Would he kill that rapist boyfriend of yours? You swore you’d keep it a secret and now, because of you, my father’s dead and I’m stuck with a man who’s going to torture me and possibly my daughter as well. So don’t you fucking dare tell me you had to or that you’re sorry because those are both lies.”

You take a few deep breaths, walking to the sink and starting to wash the dishes.

“I trusted you. And you led him straight to us. I don’t care what you say or what you do, I’ll never fucking forgive you. If it were up to me, you’d be left at that cabin to bleed out. It’s what you fucking deserve after what you’ve done.”

She’s silent, standing there behind you for a long moment before turning and leaving the kitchen.

Your hands shake with the intensity of your outburst and you have to stop yourself from crying, chest rising and falling rapidly as your emotions get the better of you.

Your vision starts to blur, soapy hands gripping the edge of the counter tight enough to hurt. You lean over slightly, trying desperately to suck in more air as anxiety fills and overwhelms you.

“(Y/n)?” You don’t notice his hands on you until he’s pulling your hands off of the counter.

“I-I can’t.”

His hands find your waist, trying to usher you away from the sink, and your ears begin to ring.

Your knees give out and you crumble in his arms, him easily supporting your weight as you lose consciousness.

“Buck, take Sarah out for ice cream now.” His voice holds the same type of authority as it does when they go on missions, and the brunet pops his head into the kitchen to investigate for a moment before nodding.

“C’mon Sarah. Do you know what you want?” Bucky asks, taking Sarah’s hand and leading her to the front door.

“Do you?” She sasses.

“Well missy, I’m gonna get two scoops of chocolate, and Aunty Nat's getting mint chocolate chip.”

“I want cookie dough!”

The front door closes with a soft click and Steve sighs, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

#Steve Rogers x reader #dark!Steve Rogers x reader #dark!bucky x reader x dark!steve #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!au #dark!fic #dark!steve #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky x reader #tw: dubcon #TW: Dubious Consent #tw: noncon #tw dark themes #tw dark fic #tw dubcon #Steve Rogers smut #Steve Rogers fanfic

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psychdelia · 3 years

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billy felt his eyes before he found them. felt the unmoving stare, gazing into the back of his skull. at least that’s where he thought he was looking.

he turned around expecting to find steve glaring at him, the same glare he always gave him whenever he messed with him in the halls, shoved him a little too hard during practice. just like he had today. sent harrington down on his ass yet again, but this time he snapped. got right back up just as fast as he fell and shoved billy hard. steve got in his face, fists clenched at his side and ready to start swinging until coach blew his whistle and demanded he sit out. take the rest of practice to cool down before he ends up suspended for throwing the first punch.

but he wasn’t met with a glare. well. not fully. steve was still glaring, but there was something else. some fire. something billy was too familiar with, especially with the high school girls. steve was checking him out. didn’t even realize he was caught staring, eyes wandering over billy’s chest down to his ass and thighs in those tiny green shorts, and right back up again. his eyes lingered on his lips before they finally met blue, pausing once he realized he’d gotten caught. billy felt his cheeks burn up to the tip of his ears, quickly looking away.

he wasn’t used to male attention. sure it was fun to have the girls drool over him. flirt with them only to not act on anything. he loves the attention. doesn’t love reciprocating it. but steve? the guy whose attention he’s been longing for since he got to this goddamn city? well he didn’t know what exactly to do with that. so he looks away. pretends he didn’t even notice. he should put up a front. start a fight. accuse steve of something, throw the same nasty words in his face that his fathers been yelling on repeat as long as he could remember.

billy keeps playing the game. keeps pretending he doesn’t feel steve go right back to watching him, anger laced with heat and want. he hasn’t received attention like this since his dad caught him kissing a boy then nearly killed him and dragged him halfway across the country. he should be scared. should ignore the heat pooling and butterflies fluttering in his belly. but fuck does he want.

like the little bitch he is, he nearly runs to the showers when coach sends them off. ignores the other guys as they talk. keeps his back to harrington, who’s still fucking glaring. the tables have turned, their roles have switched. it’s now steve demanding billy’s attention. steve with his eyes locked on him, just waiting to be met so he can punch or slap or kiss billy if he’s lucky.

steve takes his time showering, eyes wandering over billy’s broad shoulders and strong arms down to his ass as his hands work the shampoo into his hair as slow as possible. the guys pile out one by one and he’s still on conditioner. watches the way billy washes his hair and body, pointedly ignoring steve. steve hates being ignored. so he waits until they’re alone. until billy can’t ignore him anymore and is forced to face him when he turns around to leave. steve steps closer to him, hands twitching at his sides to reach out and touch.

“you’re such a fucking asshole,” steve finally breaks the silence, stepping closer and closer until they’re sharing air. “what’s wrong hargrove? can’t handle a taste of your own medicine?”

billy’s never noticed their height difference until now. he gulps.

“and what are you gonna do about it?” he breathes.

then steve’s shoving him into the wall just as rough as his lips are on his, hands tight and bruising on his hips. billy submits too quick for his own liking, kissing steve back with a hand on the back of his neck. he moans into his mouth when steve’s tongue finds his, one hand squeezing billy’s ass, nails digging into his skin.

billy lets go of any negative thoughts and little voices in the back of his head telling him that this is a bad idea. can’t focus on them when he feels steve’s dick, huge and hard against his thigh. he doesn’t think about it when he breaks the kiss, letting out a soft groan as steve’s lips latch onto his neck. he doesn’t think about it when he grabs steve’s hand and slips two fingers into his mouth, soaking them with spit. he doesn’t think about it when he slides steve’s hand down, shuddering as they slide over his dick before they find his hole. he holds steve’s hand in place, tightly gripping his wrist as he slides one of his fingers into himself. he feels steve gasp into his neck, pulling back to watch as billy slides down to his knuckle.

“holy shit.” steve pants. the sight before him is so fucking hot he almost forgets to take charge.

almost.

he’s quick to bay billy’s hand away from his wrist, using his free hand to hoist billy’s thigh up and around his waist, giving him room to finger him open. he’s quick to slide the second finger in, fucking him fast. billy drops his head against the wall, mouth open and panting like a bitch in heat as steve curls those long fingers just right into his spot. the stretch and burn is delicious as he slides a third one on. doesn’t even ask before he slides his tongue back into billy’s open mouth, now panting and moaning into steve’s.

“you’re so fucking annoying. and hot. fuck.” steve huffs against his lips. “you like this, huh?” he kisses down billy’s neck, sure to leave marks. “you like fucking yourself on my fingers? getting nice and open and wet for me, baby? huh? that why you never leave me alone?” he asks with a particularly rough thrust of his fingers. “been begging me to fuck you this whole time. gonna give it to you so good, baby, so good.”

billy’s thighs are trembling and the only things keeping him up are his hands on steve’s shoulders and the way he’s holding him against the wall.

“please,” he gasps. “steve - fuck.” he moans.

“that’s right. say my name.” steve’s dick is painfully hard at this point, leaking all over their stomachs. “please what?”

“just,” he groans, biting down on steve’s shoulder. “just fuck me already, steve!” he digs his nails into his back, feels steve shudder beneath his fingertips.

and steve must be full of surprises today because suddenly billy’s not on the ground anymore. steve’s arms are wrapped around his thighs, holding him against the wall as he lubes his dick up with more spit and pre. billy’s quick to wrap his legs around steve’s waist, surprised and so fucking turned on at steve’s display of strength. he barely has time to react, though, because steve’s lips are on his again and the head of his dick is slipping into him with no resistance.

they gasp into each other’s mouths as steve slides home, slowly filling billy up with his huge dick. every time billy thinks he’s done, steve stuffs him even fuller. he lets out a moan mixed with a cry when steve bottoms out, and steve swallows it right up.

“king steve.” billy pants as steve starts off with slow, shallow thrusts, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs. “fuck you’re big.” he groans, clenching around steve.

“jesus, billy,” steve shivers as billy tightens around him. “can’t fuck you when you do that.” he whines, thrusting into him sharply. billy’s chuckle cuts off into a moan.

steve doesn’t give him anymore time to adjust before he’s fucking into him hard and fast. it’s filthy. their hips are smacking with every pound into him, billy grinding down against him. his toes curl when steve hits his prostate, nailing it with every hard thrust.

“right there,” billy cries, dick leaking against their stomachs. “don’t stop. harder. faster.” he demands, digging his nails into steve’s shoulders, down his biceps and back.

steve obliges. he’s never fucked anyone like this. pounding into them, rough and hard. there’s always been hand holding and gentle kisses, shallow thrusts. never biting and scratching and railing the guy he’s supposed to hate the most. he’s so fucking big billy’s sure he’ll feel it the next day when he wakes up, sore with a funny walk. he can’t care about that with the way steve’s lifting him up and down by the tight grip on his thighs, impaling him on his dick. steve fucks him so good and hammers into his spot, billy swears he’s seeing stars. swears he can go out like this, stuffed full of steve’s big dick, pounding him hard and unrelenting, and he’d die a happy man.

but there’s no time to die when steve’s hand is brushing against his nipples then sliding down to wrap around his dick, both of them moaning as billy shudders and clenches tight. he uses billy’s pre as lube, pressing his thumb into his slit before roughly jerking him off in time with his thrusts.

“oh fuck.” billy groans, heat pooling low in his belly. “steve - ah - gonna,” he pants. “gonna cum.”

“do it.” steve moans. “come on, billy. cum for me, baby. feel so good.” he cups and squeezes his balls before jacking him off again, keeping his thumb pressed into his slit.

that’s all it takes to set billy off. clenching almost painfully tight around steve’s dick, moans bordering on shouts as he cums into his hand and all over their stomachs, nearly reaching up to their chests. steve doesn’t last very long, can’t with the way billy’s body trembles beneath his fingertips and his ass tightens around him. he kisses billy when he cums, giving a last few harsh thrusts before he’s buried deep inside him, and billy gladly swallows down steve’s moans. shivers and shudders when he feels steve’s cum inside him.

steve stays put for about a minute, panting into billy’s mouth, foreheads pressed. he slowly slides out of him, both of them hissing as he sets billy down. he falls right into steve who catches him, legs trembling. steve’s arms latch around his waist, holding him upright. one hand gently rubs the small of his back before sliding down. he easily slides two fingers into billy’s used hole, stopping any more cum from dropping down his legs.

billy groans with a, “you’re gross,” but his hips betray him as he weakly grinds down against pretty boy’s fingers.

“that’s all you.” steve smirks, licking billy’s bitten pink lips. “you busy?” billy buries his face into stages neck, shakes his head. “round two at my place?” billy quickly nods, placing soft kisses to his moles.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #lemon #anyone ask for confident steve and flustered billy??#no?? oh well!! you got it #i just wanted to write shower hatesex #so i did #enjoy 😎

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frattsparty · 3 years

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My Heart Needed You Part 11

AN: this chapter starts out sweet but was very hard to write, obviously I had in mind her story but writing it was sad and I’ve basically gone back and forth if I should change it - TW below. @lexondeck had the amazing idea to bring our friends of Charming back. I hope you all like this chapter, but please read with caution and I hope this doesn’t offend or hurt anyone.

Warnings: consensual sex, angst, talk of abuse and sexual assault, miscarriage. Under 18 please do not read.

Tag List: @lexondeck @redpoodlern @nessamc @withmyteeth @chibsytelford @thegirlwhowritesfics

With everything that has happened the last few weeks, the drug run gone wrong, Christobal being taken, the hunt for who took him, and having to see the gruesome side of what Nestor does for Migue, your house, deciding to live with Nes until it’s done. Needing a break was an understatement.

Nestor had been so open and honest with you about how he ended up being who he was for Miguel, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty that you haven’t been as equally as honest with him.

You just weren’t sure how to tell him, or if you should tell him everything. You were grateful to have a few days away and miles between the two of you so you could get your thoughts in order. Wendy had called a few weeks ago saying she and Nero were having a small party for Abel’s birthday. Inviting you, Chibs, Hap, and Tig and Venus - but with rules of no club talk and no kuttes.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” Nestor snakes his arms around your waist as you zip up your small weekend bag.

You grab his hands, lacing your fingers with his and he places a kiss to your neck. “It’s just a few hours, I’ll be there for 2 days and I’ll come right back.” He hummed in response now leaving a trail of kisses over your neck.

“How long until you leave?” He says as he pulls his hands from yours and moves them under your shirt to rest on your stomach.

“Mmm, probably an hour,” Moving to face him you wrap your arms around his neck and his move to your hips, as the two of you start aimlessly swaying,“Do you have something we need to do before I leave?” Your fingers are tracing lightly on the back and side of his neck.

“I can think of a few things,” he whispers in your ear as his hands make their way to your thighs lifting you into his arms causing you to squeal at the quick movements.

Your lips meet in a desperate kiss, your hands holding him to you. He lays you down, moving quickly to pull your shorts and underwear down while you pull off your shirt and bra, you move to your knees grabbing his belt and pulling him to you. As quickly as you can you are undoing his belt and pants, pushing them down as he pulls his shirt over his head.

He pushes you back and moves over you, lips meeting in a slower, greedy kiss. Your hands are roaming his back, lightly scratching with your nails, as one of his makes its way between your legs, immediately finding your clit. You gasp and let your head fall back.

He kisses from your lips, to your jaw, down your neck and landing on your chest where he bites and sucks leaving marks only the two of you will see, all while he works you with his skilled fingers. You are clinging tightly to his shoulders, “don’t stop, please Nes.”

His hand moves fast as he leaves open mouth kisses to your neck, “cum for me, baby.” With that you are thrown over the edge. Gasping and moaning his name, and your nails dig into his skin.

Before your breathing even settles he moves his body between your legs and pushes himself into you. His moan in your ear has you squeezing him tightly. “You are perfect, Hails.” He moans as he slowly thrust in and out.

While you love slow and gentle Nestor, right now you need more. “Harder Nes,” you gasp out as your hands move to his ass pulling him into you further. He gladly obliges and with one arm wrapped above your head holding you in place, his other hand on your cheek, and his face in your neck he thrusts into you hard and at a punishing pace. In no time you are chanting his name, gasps and grunts filling the room.

His hand that was on your cheek finds its way to your clit, roughly rubbing and circling, and before you can get any words out you clench around him tightly and cum again.

He pulls out of you and between breaths says, “roll over, Hails.” He’s quickly moving to help you and position you how he wants you. So you’re on your knees, chest and face pushed into a pillow and he quickly enters you again. He grabs your hands, lacing your fingers and he leans fully over you, his body completely covering you, and moves faster chasing his own release causing you to head towards another. You are so sensitive, you need him to cum so you start pushing yourself back to meet his hips. “Cum for me, Nes, I need you to cum for me, please fill me up,” you beg him as you are gasping and moaning, squeezing his hands tightly. After a few more rough thrusts you are both over the edge and Nestor is filling you up.

“Fuck,” he said as he pulls out and rolls over next to you. “Now you should be feeling me everytime you walk while you’re gone.” He flashes a big, cocky grin as you roll your eyes still trying to catch your breath.

“I’m getting a shower, you are not welcome because I need to be fast.” Pecking his lips, “I’m going to be late and you and those hands will make me even later.”

He’s chuckling as you pull yourself from his arms and slowly walk on wobbly legs to the dresser pulling out fresh underwear. As you walk into the bathroom you look over your shoulder and see Nestor in all his glory watching you with a look of love on his face with his hands resting behind his head.

You quickly wash your hair and while you're rinsing the conditioner you are hit with cold air. You open your eyes and see Nestor sneaking in with a guilty but not sorry smile you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him. He quickly moved to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, hands resting on your butt.

“I’m going to miss you,” he said softly as you were twirling the ends of his hair with your fingers.

“I’ll miss you too, but I’ll be back first thing Monday.” You assured him, reaching up and leaving a soft kiss to his lips.

He moves his hands up holding the sides of your neck deepening the kiss, and you both stand there under the shower spray holding each other.

The water starts to get cold and you know it’s time to get on the road so you aren’t late. “I have to go, Nes.” Squeezing you tighter he nodded leaving a sweet kiss to your lips. “You get dressed and I’ll get your bags,” he gave you another squeeze.

He gets out of the shower first wrapping a towel low on his waist, and then holds his hands out to help you and quickly wraps you in a towel. Kissing your cheek he heads to the bedroom. Technically this one was his but in the last week you’ve moved fully into it, but you’ll be going to stay at his house until yours is ready. You got the house on the beach,and immediately hired a contractor to make all the updates and changes you want. It should be ready in no time and you couldn’t wait.

You braid your hair in two braids, mirroring Nestor’s daily look, and get dressed. As you headed down the stairs you stopped by to let Miguel know you were leaving and you made sure to give Emily a hug. Letting them both know you could come back early if they needed you.

When you get to the door Nestor is there with a large cold coffee and he had your bags in your car.

“Drive careful, Hails. And let me know when you get there okay?” He says as he gives you a tight hug, you nod wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin on his chest.

He grabs your hand and walks you to your car, opening your door for you. But before you get in you turn and take a hold of his face to give him one more kiss. “I love you!”

He smiles, one that met his eyes and always melted your heart. “I love you too. Have fun with your boys!”

***

The drive to Norco has taken a few hours, but it has been smooth and you got there before anyone from Charming. When you pull in you see Wendy and Nero on the porch and the boys swinging in the yard.

As you open your car door you hear the sweetest sound and tears come to your eyes as both boys scream for their aunt Hailey.

They rush to you and you to them, grabbing them both up in a big hug. “I’ve missed you boys so much!” These hugs were exactly what you needed.

You put the boys back down and made your way to Wendy and Nero, giving each a long hug.

“How was your drive?” Nero asked as he let you go.

“Great, I left early so traffic wasn't too bad, a little slow in San Diego but that’s all.”

He grabs your bags from the car and puts them inside for you, and heads back to the boys, while you and Wendy go to the kitchen. “I’m so glad you could come, I’ve missed you.” Wendy says as she gets you a drink.

“Me too, I’ve missed you and those boys, even Nero.” You chuckle.

“How are the boys doing?” You want to make sure they are doing well here. “Anything you need?”

“The first couple of weeks were rough, lots of tears and I guess you could call it anger. But I have Abel in therapy and that has really helped him a lot, Thomas transitioned with no issues.” She looks at you giving a small smile, “we’re doing really well. I couldn’t have done it without you taking care of literally everything.”

You nod. “It was all worth it knowing they are okay and thriving. This is what Jax wanted, for them to have a normal life without all that the club brings.”

Before the conversation went further another vehicle pulled up, and you could hear the boys screaming. You and Wendy gave each other big smiles as you got up and headed out.

“Aye there is our girl!” You heard from Chibs, you practically skipped off the porch and over to him where he immediately engulfed in a hug. “I miss ye darlin.”

“I miss you too!” Next came Happy, the man maybe quiet but when you lived in Charming he quickly became your favorite Son but you wouldn’t tell the others that.

“Hey Hap,” you mumbled as he squeezed you a little too tight.

Then you were lifted off the ground by Tig, “oh I’ve missed you, Hailey girl!”

“I missed you too, Tiggy!” You said as you squeezed his neck.

When he set you down, Venus took over and hugged you tightly. “Oh honey, we’ve truly miss you so much!”

“I’ve miss y’all too!”

Once all of the hugs and greetings were done you texted Nestor letting him know you made it, and then everyone went and sat out in the back deck. The boys played, Nero grilled, and we all chatted. It was such a fun night and Abel had the best time with his aunts and uncles, opening gifts. As the sun went down all the boys were outside running around and the sound of giggles filled the air. You, Wendy and Venus were inside cleaning up the kitchen.

“So, Hailey, how has it been being closer to home?” Venus asks as she starts drying dishes

“Yeah, how has it been? Nero told me that there may be a man in your life.” She turned away from the sink looking at you with a smirk.

“How does he know?!” You ask a little more shocked than you intended.

Chuckling Wendy says, “Marcus called him a few weeks ago and may have mentioned it.”

“It’s a long story, but he’s actually my ex-fiancé. We had always been best friends out while lives, our moms were best friends, and then as we got older we just became…more. By the time we were 17 we were all in. He was everything to me, my first and only, I mean he was it for me. We’re trying to rebuild now and it’s going really well.” You smile.

“So what changed, Hailey, why is he an ex-fiancé? Because you clearly still love him with that look on your face.” Venus points out.

“I’ve loved him my whole life, I can’t remember a time where he wasn’t by my side. He was a SEAL, and I was in law school. We bought a fixer upper house between home and San Diego. Almost every week we went to a beach restaurant and walked the beach after, he would reluctantly go dancing with me.” At that you all giggle. “Just before his last deployment he took me to the beach and proposed, obviously I said yes. He left about a month later, and it was just…” you pause, trying to keep your emotions at bay. “It was just really hard and some things happened while he was gone that I couldn’t tell him about, or anyone really. His brother knew and he helped me but I couldn’t face Nes, so I ran when he got home. That’s how I ended up in Charming, actually” you chuckle, “Gemma figured it all out, she’s one of the only people who ever knew. She read me like a damn book.” Taking a deep breath and wiping the tears from your cheeks you continue. “I hadn’t actually seen him in 5 years since his brother's funeral, and honestly, that didn’t go so well. He said some things out of anger and grief that hurt, so I didn’t go back after that.”

The three of you make your way to the dining room table with the tea Wendy made. “So, how did the reunion happen and go from not speaking to this?” Wendy asked.

“When Jax died and you all moved away I had told my parents that I didn’t know if I wanted to stay in Charming. Doing everything I did for Jax leading up to his death was a lot, and it hurt. I still work for the club and some others, but I just couldn’t be there anymore.”

Your hands are fidgeting with the mug in front of you. “My parents had gone to dinner at the Galindos and told them what was going on. Miguel needed an attorney that was fully on staff with him, and his accountant was subpar. Since I’m qualified for both he made an offer that just felt right, I’ve missed home. So when we got there Miguel and Nestor picked me up, and I just broke down, finally letting out the emotions of the last couple of months. For the first few weeks we kind of avoided each other, things were tense.”

Taking a sip of your tea, they both ask, “then what happened?”

You chuckle at their impatience, “honestly we got in a big fight, he wants answers to why I left and I just can’t tell him. So I stood my ground and he said things he shouldn’t have, it was kind of a blowup.”

“Hailey, why can’t you tell him?” Venus was watching your face, and you could tell she knew that what you were keeping wasn’t something small.

You look up at her, and since the first time you met her you felt safe in her presence. Moving your eyes to the table you whisper, “I feel ashamed, embarrassed, like I failed him.”

“Hails, baby, what happened to you?” Venus is looking at you with a mix of love and concern. “You can tell us.”

You shake your head, “I still haven’t even told Nes. After the fight he agreed that he won’t ask me again, and that when I’m ready he’ll be ready. But the weekend after that fight there was a party for business associates, and Nestor and I just, I don’t know, reconnected. We spent that night together and that’s it.”

“Are you going to tell him?” Wendy asks quietly.

“I can’t,” you look at her sadly. “I just know it will hurt him, and I’m afraid of what he will do.”

“What happened, Hailey?” Venus is now looking at you with a more serious look, “baby, did someone hurt you while he was gone?”

You can’t look in their eyes, you just nod.

“You can talk to us, Hailey. Clearly whatever it was is still hurting you. Don’t carry this alone.” Wendy grabs your hand, squeezing it trying to encourage you.

Not moving your eyes from the table, “Since I was a teenager, I had worked for Miguel’s dad doing financial stuff. Numbers were easy and my dad was his lawyer, so he trusted me. During law school I would go down once a month or so and meet with him in person. I’ve always been a little afraid of him, I know what he is capable of.” You take in a shaky breath.

“I usually always had Nestor with me or even my dad, but when Nestor deployed my dad was working a big case with his law firm so I had to go alone. A lot was going on with the Galindos then so Jose was…on edge. More ruthless than ever.” You peek up at them and they both give you a reassuring look. “Nestor had been gone for about nine months, and honestly I was struggling. We didn’t talk much, I felt so alone. I was planning a wedding, finishing our house projects, nearing the end of law school. I was so lonely and stressed beyond measure, and I think I kind of let my guard down. So I went to Mexico and Miguel and his mom weren’t there, that should have been a red flag for me. But Devante, Jose’s second in command, pushed for me to come so one of Jose’s men came and picked me up, which was normal so I didn’t question it.”

You pause for a few seconds, taking a drink of your now cold tea. “When I went there I just got a terrible gut feeling. I walked into the house and I could hear Jose losing it in his office. Once I got down there his anger was right on me. The cartel wasn’t doing well, another cartel had come up and they were taking ground, and money.”

You are dreading telling this, but it’s been years since you've gotten to let this out and truly the only other person who you told everything too was Niko.

“Jose grabbed me and he just started screaming at me, saying awful things like how stupid I was, that I was ruining him, I’m a whore, endlessly berating me. I could smell the alcohol on him. While he was screaming he started hitting me, he busted my lip, gave me a black eye, bloodied my nose. When he was done I was covered in bruises, and I learned quickly that he wasn’t done. He shoved me into his desk and he pulled my clothes off…he forced himself on me and at that point I had no fight left in me.” Tears were streaming down your face as you look up, and Venus and Wendy both were wiping tears from their eyes.

“Devante cleaned me up, and the next day he brought me to Jose. And again Jose forced himself on me but this time Devante made sure to threaten me telling me to look like I was enjoying it because he was taking photos. That if I told anyone he would prove I was lying with those and use it as blackmail to control me, and that he would kill my family, and Nes. I believed him because I knew what he did for Jose, and truthfully I would have done anything and agreed to anything in that moment for it to be over so I could go home.” You wipe your nose with your hand and take a deep breath. “Once he was done, Devante told me to call someone to come get me and they just left. I called the one other person besides Nestor who I knew would protect me at all costs, his brother. So he came down and it took everything I had to keep him from doing something stupid. I begged him to just take me back to California.”

“So you never told your parents?” Wendy asked.

Shaking your head, “no, I believed his threat and I knew Niko wouldn’t betray my request to not tell anyone. He took me to his place in San Diego and cleaned me up as best he could. I stayed there until the bruises on my face faded and I felt like I could be at my house alone. Since I didn’t tell anyone, every month I still went to Mexico, I made sure to always have Niko with me so I could come and leave immediately. Before Nestor left I stopped birth control because we wanted a baby when he came home so I just decided to stop it.” The tears are pouring from your eyes now, you can hardly see. “I got pregnant.” You whisper barely loud enough for them to hear. “I took a pregnancy test at the office one day because I panicked, not even thinking that I had to go to Mexico that day alone. The test was in my bag and somehow Jose and Devante found it. Then all hell broke loose. Jose just started hitting me until I was on the ground and he kept kicking me, telling me he was making sure there was no evidence, no proof.”

They both gasp and reach for your hands. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” Venus’ voice broke as she spoke.

“When he was done I got to my car and I just kept driving until I got to Nikos house. He met me at the door and I passed out. By the time he got me to the hospital I lost the baby. I had to actually have a procedure done to basically help it all along because my body was struggling. This was five days before Nestor came back. I couldn’t face him, I felt so terrible, so dirty.”

“Did Niko know you were leaving?” Venus asked as she rubbed the back of my hand.

“He did, when I told Nestor I was leaving I went right to Nikos house and he helped me move to Charming.”

“Had you not talked to Nestor during any of this?”

“Not much, it was the least we talked during any deployment, so I was already having a really hard time and then with everything else I was a shell of myself. I think Niko could see how hurt I was from not hearing from Nestor, and he was mad at him for shutting me out. That’s why he was so willing to help me leave I think. Before Nes came home I packed my stuff, and when he got to the house I gave him my key and ring and I left.”

“Hailey, how have you carried this? And you still haven’t told your parents? Or Nestor? Did Jax know?” Wendy got out between sniffles.

“Gemma and Niko knew the most, Jax knew pieces, but that’s it. Nestor knows I was hurt he figured that out in our fight, but he wants to know everything I just can’t tell him. I can’t lose him when he knows the truth.” Your tears are back at the thought of not having him.

“But Hailey, he deserves the truth. He clearly loves you, neither of you moved on with another relationship in all those years, and clearly keeping this inside is hurting you. Don’t let what Jose did ruin your future. Because baby, when you let the past dictate the now and the future, you only ever get to live in the past.” Venus told you as she stood up and envelopes you in a motherly hug.`Thank you for trusting us with this.”

“We are always going to be your family, Hailey. We’re here anytime you need us.” Wendy said as she joins the embrace. As you were all pulling yourselves together the boys came barreling in and Wendy sent them straight to the bath, while you got yourself ready for movies on the couch which was a request of both boys.

You all piled in the living room, Abel was on your right side tucked under your arm holding your hand tightly, while Thomas climbed right in your lap. The three of you cuddled up and before too long were all asleep. What you didn’t know was that Nero snapped a picture of the three of you, and sent it to Marcus who happened to be with Miguel and Nestor.

Seeing you cuddling with your boys made Nestor’s pulse quicken, and let him imagine coming home to that view. Miguel gave his friend a knowing look, a smile on both of their faces. “You’ve gotten a second chance brother, take advantage of it.”

“I plan on it, Mikey.” Nestor said confidently.

He couldn’t wait for you to be home tomorrow night and moving back into the house even if it was just until your new house was ready.

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linorachas · 3 years

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track 01. | bang chan

⁍ pairing — bang chan x gn!reader ⁍ genre — fluff, hurt and comfort ⁍ word count — 2.6k words ⁍ details — established relationship, kisses!!!, self-doubt on reader's part ⁍ notes — this fic was supposed to be a drabble, but i may have gotten carried away because it hit close to home and maybe i need reassurance from chan Too ok damn. this one is for anon, and for every person out there who didn't get the results that they wanted, big or small. bear hugs from me and chan. you did well ♥️ ⁍ the mixtape series — this series will be for my fics that are heavily inspired by songs! i'm a very music-oriented person, so expect more of these in the future. ⁍ summary — Chan was there for you. It was that simple.

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Chan knew something was wrong the moment he stepped through the door.

He should have no reason to know, really. Your days started off on a good note, sweet kisses exchanged and promises made before he left for work. You texted him sporadically throughout the day, but the texts tapered off sometime after lunch.

He hadn’t thought anything of it then, but now that he’s seen you, it took every bit of his strength to not just shake your shoulders and ask you what was wrong so he could fix it and make it better and destroy whatever it is that upset you.

He knew you liked to play your problems off like they were nothing, brushing it off in fear that you would bother the people around you. You would ignore all your problems and let it boil over if you could. And he knew this was one of those times, because you hadn’t texted him about it. Greeted him at the front door like normal, distracted him with your bright smiles and kisses that leave him breathless.

But… he sees the way your smile tightened.

The way you blinked rapidly when you thought he wasn’t looking, staring up at the ceiling to try and alleviate the stinging in your eyes. He sees it in the way you wore your (his) comfiest sweater and turned on your comfort show at a loud volume, as if you were doing all your favorite things to convince both Chan and yourself that you were fine.

But he also saw how none of these things worked, and that you were hiding something, and it was hurting you.

“Minho called today,” you start talking as you both walk to the kitchen, and Chan finds you had already prepared dinner. You bustle around the kitchen, telling him about Minho’s trip to the vet with Dori, Jeongin’s new hobby, Hyunjin’s current drama obsession.

You talk and you talk, finding little things to do, like moving the cereal box and rearranging condiments. Chan moves to get the rice like he always does, but the ache in his heart slows his movements.

He didn’t like seeing you like this, putting up a front for him. He didn’t mind you hiding what was wrong. He understood that it was hard for you to talk about your problems, and he wasn’t going to push for you to do so. But it didn’t sit right with him that you had to put on a smile, when you were clearly struggling.

So he bites the bullet.

“Baby,” he calls, stopping you mid-rant. He knew eye contact made you nervous, especially with the question he’s about to ask, so Chan keeps his gaze trained on the rice cooker. He scoops out the rice methodically, keeping his voice light. “Did something happen today?”

You laugh, but even you can feel the nerves in it. “Nothing much, Channie. I’m fine! Anyway, I really thought they’d have it, you know. It was all over the internet. I’d have ordered it online, but shipping seemed too expensive. Some of the-“

“Stop it.”

You freeze at Chan’s tone, and you turn around slowly to see him frowning at the counter, bowl placed down. You meet eyes when he turns to look at you too, but he softens immediately when he sees how caught off guard you were, eyes still wide.

With a sad smile, he shuffles closer to you, reaching for your hand. But he stops before he actually gets to touch it, looking at you cautiously as if asking for permission to hold you.

Your heart throbbed.

As soon as you manage a shaky nod, Chan takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers together. He takes your other hand as well, but this one he brings up to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to it.

Heart stuttering, you croak, “Chan-“

“I’m here.” Chan reassures firmly, as if it was that simple. He tears through the walls you’ve built up the entire day, like they were made of cardboard instead of concrete. The stinging in your eyes worsens, because maybe it was that simple.

Chan was here. He was here, and maybe you were safe now, maybe you could let yourself cry for a bit, maybe you could let him hold you and you could forget, maybe-

He sighs, apologetic. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh earlier. You can tell me to leave and I will, but I’ll be right outside that door until you allow me inside again. I’m right here, Y/N.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand, but this one is longer.

Lips brushing against your palm, he promises, “Whatever it is, I’m right here with you.”

And the dam breaks.

You don’t register the tears rapidly flowing down your cheeks until you see the way Chan panics, and the sight would have made you laugh any other time, but unfortunately you were too busy crying your heart out. Chan makes a wounded noise when he gathers you up in his arms, and your hands clutch at his shirt desperately, finding your safe space in the crook of his neck.

You hiccup and you sob and you shake, but all Chan does is hold you tighter and tighter, almost like he was holding together the pieces that were slowly breaking off you.

Like it was that simple.

He doesn’t say anything, except for the occasional hushing when you choke on a sob. One of his hands was wrapped snugly around your waist, keeping you close, while the other stayed at the back of your head. He was shielding you like this, hiding you away from the world that hurt you so much.

He starts swaying once your sobs die down. He rocks you back and forth slowly, humming under his breath just so you could have some music to sway to. It distracts you, and focusing on his humming eventually leads you to focus on your own breathing too.

You only pull away once his nails start gently scratching your scalp, afraid you would fall asleep on him if he continues any longer. You look up at him then, with puffy red eyes and tear stained cheeks, and Chan— who was never the one to resort to violence first— feels a lick of immediate anger deep in his soul for the person, or the thing, or whatever it was that made you like this.

Meanwhile, you look mournfully at the big wet patch on Chan’s shirt, berating yourself for being gross. Chan follows your gaze and laughs softly. He tears your gaze away from it by tilting your head up, two fingers under your chin. You meet his gaze and sniffle, apologetic.

“I’ll make you wash that later.” Chan’s nose scrunches, smiling at you playfully. Your lips quirk at that for a quick second, but the relief that washes over Chan at the miniscule expression was massive.

Brushing your hair away from your face, he sighs, “Now who made my baby cry, huh? I’ll beat them up for you. Really.”

You snort, about to tell him he couldn’t even hurt a fly, but then a fresh wave of tears well up in your eyes again just from the question alone and Chan coos as he brings you back in your arms.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I’m not forcing you. We don’t have to talk about it, okay?”

You shake your head at that, face still buried in his chest. It’s not that you didn’t want to tell him, you were just…

You hiccup, furiously wiping at your tears as you pull away. Chan’s face was so open, so understanding and so ready to fight whatever upset you that the worlds bubble up in your throat before you could stop them.

Fuck it.

You face Chan again, steeling yourself as you whisper, brokenly;

“I didn’t get it.”

A look of realization and shock flickers on Chan’s face, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. It’s replaced with understanding, his gentle smile just coaxing more tears out of you. He cups your face between his two hands, shushing you.

“Oh, my baby.” He sighs, brushing your tears away with his thumb. He opens his mouth to ask how he can help, but surprisingly, you keep talking.

“It’s just so stupid.” You start, and then the words just don’t stop. “I feel so stupid. I know I shouldn’t be crying over this because I have other applications and- and-“

“Don’t say that,” Chan frowns, not wanting to interrupt you but also not wanting to hear you say you were stupid. “You’re allowed to cry over anything. No matter how big or small it is. There are no rules about what you should or shouldn’t cry to. I know how much you wanted that, Y/N.” He shakes his head, “You have every right to be upset.”

You swallow, letting Chan’s words sink into your bones. Exhaling shakily, your hands come up to grip his wrists.

“Everybody— my other friends, they kept telling me that I did my best, and I should just focus on the fact that I gave it my all, but if I— if I did my best, if I gave everything I had, why didn’t I…” you trail off, looking at Chan imploringly, as if he knew the answers to your question. “Chan, why didn’t they-“

You’re wrapped in another tight hug before you could finish your sentence, Chan pulling you so close that not even air could get between you two. His grip should be suffocating with how tight it was, but it just made you feel more safe. Secured. Protected.

Loved.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” Chan asks when he pulls away, eyes searching your face desperately.

He hated seeing you like this, but most of all, he hated knowing he couldn’t do anything about it. This wasn’t something he could change with a snap of a finger, or something he could avenge you for. But hell would freeze over first before he’d let you deal with this alone.

“You,” you finally croak out, falling into the safety of his arms again. Here, nothing could hurt you. Here, you were safe. “Just you. Please.”

And his heart breaks.

Chan swallows, feeling that same lick of anger rise up again. But he pushes it down, because nothing else mattered in the world right now but you.

He coaxes you out of the kitchen, hands still intertwined as he leads you to your bedroom. He sits on the middle of the bed first, leaning back against the headboard. Then he opens his arms wide, and you crawl into his lap, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.

The hand he slips under your shirt makes you shudder, but there was nothing sexual about it. You’ve unknowingly been cold all day, the nerves from waiting for that damn email somehow lowering your body temperature and forcing you to bundle up. Just an hour ago, you had wanted nothing but to curl up under a blanket and hide from the world, shivering. But now, Chan felt like a furnace, and for every place that his hand touches, your skin warmed.

You didn’t need to hide now, because Chan was here.

It was that simple.

Chan takes your hand again, bringing it up to his lips. He presses a kiss to each of your fingernails, even tilting his head so he could kiss the thumb. He’s smiling as he does it, with that goofy little smile he does when he’s trying to act cute and make you smile. You’ve long stopped trying to discern if the smile you do end up making is because of his cuteness, or because he looked kind of hilarious.

Today, you realize it’s because you love him.

And another smile is tugged out of you again, because you’re reminded that he loves you.

It shows when he presses gentle kisses to the palm and the back of your hand too, down to your wrist. He shows it again when a cool draft of wind comes in through your open bedroom window, and Chan’s already throwing the covers over the both of you before you could even shiver.

He shows it once more when he captures your lips in a chaste kiss, and it’s still as sweet as the first one you ever shared, when you were both nervous but just as in love.

“You’re allowed to hurt.” Chan whispers after you guys spend a few minutes of silence just basking each other in, Chan rocking you side to side, his cheek pressed on top of your head. “You’re allowed to cry. I don’t want you to ever think that you can’t be upset about this. Yes, you did do your best, and that’s something to be proud of. But it still hurts here, doesn’t it?”

He touches your intertwined hands to your chest, right where your heart was located. You nod shakily. He smiles softly.

“So let it hurt. Let it hurt now, and when it passes- when, baby.” he looks you in the eye, determined and sure, “remember this: when. Not if. Never if. Because this will pass, and we’re going to get up tomorrow and find you other options. We’ll continue tomorrow and we’ll find another way like we always do. You’re doing well. You’re doing just fine, and I know you’re doing your best. But for now, you let it hurt so you can heal from it…”

Despite himself, Chan’s voice breaks. Because even though letting you hurt now was essential, that didn’t mean he liked it. He wished desperately for some kind of way to transfer your pain to him, just for a moment.

The stinging in your eyes comes back on full force again, but this time for an entirely different reason. Chan catches the teardrop by your lash line before it could even roll down your cheek.

“...and I will be right here with you.”

He promises, nose nudging against yours gently. Your eyes flutter close when Chan leans up to press his lips against your forehead, muttering even more promises. He intended to keep every single one of them.

It didn’t matter that it seemed unrealistic to promise so many things. Chan would fight tooth and nail to live up to those promises, if it meant putting a smile on your face. He’d do just about anything if it meant seeing your lips twitch or your eyes gleam or your cheeks flush over and over again.

Your gestures and expressions were things he learned to take note of early in your relationship, ever since he realized you liked putting up a front. Every day, he learns something new about what a certain gesture or expression meant, and every day he falls in love with each of them a little bit more.

So to see such a pained, guarded expression on your face; it drove him crazy. He wanted nothing more than to find the source of your pain and make them suffer too, no matter how illogical that sounded.

But then your hand twitches again his, your hair tickling him from where you’ve buried your face on his neck, and he remembers that you need him right now.

You needed him to stay, and he was more than willing to do so. He didn’t mind if his body ached in this position, or if he had to stay up all night to distract you from your thoughts. It didn’t matter if you wanted to go out in the middle of the night for a distraction, or if you wanted to stay and shut yourselves in. He’d do all of it in a heartbeat.

Just so he could ease the pain in your chest, even just for a little bit.

Because it was simple: he loves you, and whatever you wanted to do and wherever you wanted to go…

You will always, always have him.

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moonlit-jeno · 4 years

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hate sex + jeno

There’s probably going to be a dent in the wall with how hard Jeno slams you against it, his hands planted on either side of your head to keep you caged in. You let out a breathless giggle, grabbing him by his shirt collar and dragging his mouth to yours.

It’s not gentle. Nothing about you and Jeno has ever been gentle. It’s always been backhanded remarks and hurtful taunts that led to Jaemin and Renjun having to separate the two of you before things escalated.

Jaemin and Renjun aren’t here now.

There’s no one to pull the two of you apart before your mouths bruise from the kiss, and there’s no one to stop you from biting Jeno’s lip so hard that it bleeds. You hum at the metallic taste, at the head rush that comes from Jeno growling. He pulls back and grabs at your thighs, grip so tight that there will probably be bruises. You can only hope.

He throws you onto the bed and you try to ignore the swooping feeling that comes with being manhandled. Your panties are wet and sticking to your folds at this point but you ignore it, you have to. You can’t be the first one to give in.

“I fucking hate you.” Jeno groans, yanking his shirt off over his head before crawling over you.

“Are you sure about that?” His cock is hard against your hip and you don’t waste the opportunity to drop your hand down to where he’s straining against his pants, squeezing harshly just to watch the way his body jerks. “Because I don’t think you do.”

Jeno looks at you with dark eyes. You can see his internal struggle as he decides whether to fuck into your grip or not, but it doesn’t take him long to rip your hand off of him and pin it to the mattress above your head.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’ll tell you a secret.” You whisper, shoving him back so that you can tug your shirt off. You pull him back to you with a firm hand on the back of his neck, fingers tangled in his hair with a grip tight enough that it makes his cock throb. He lets you bring your lips up to his ear, lets you bite down harshly at the sweet spot right under his jaw. “I fucking hate you too.”

That does it. Jeno slams you flat against the bed, tugging your jeans and panties off in one go. You drop your hand to rub at your clit, sighing at the wetness, and Jeno groans at the sight as he frees his cock.

It’s not gentle, how he pushes into you. It’s rough and raw and a little desperate. You don’t help that at all, fueling the fire with taunts and off handed remarks that just make him angrier.

“I shouldn’t even let you come.” Jeno growls. It’s not threatening, though, not with the way he continues to fuck into you. He hits deep and hard, brushing against your sweet spot perfectly.

You can’t resist a taunt. “Are you saying that now to save your ass later?” His hips stutter when you squeeze your walls around him and his head rolls back on his shoulders. “You know you can’t make me come so you’re just gonna say it was on purpose, hmm?”

The way his tongue pokes out from between his lips, the way his jaw clenches, tells you your goading is working.

“You’re such a fucking bitch.” Jeno pulls his hand back and slaps you across the cheek. Surprise etches across his face at the keen you let out, your back arching off the mattress. “Yeah? You fucking like that?” He does it again.

“I love it.” You pant out, words barely intelligible around the thumb he shoves in your mouth. You suck around the digit, looking up at him through lidded eyes. His chest rumbles with the moan he lets out. “Love it a lot more than I like you.”

Jeno can’t possibly get any more aggressive but he certainly tries. His hips slam into yours with a bruising force, the pace he sets almost inhuman. And it feels so good, feels so fucking good, but you can’t let him know that.

Or, you at least don’t want him to know that. He can probably tell how good you’re feeling by the way your back arches off the bed, the way your legs squeeze around his waist. His hair falls into his face and you push it out of his face, running your hand through the strands before using your grip to yank him forward. A choked moan leaves him and he falls forward a little, planting his hands on the mattress next to your head. He glares down at you. You smile back sweetly.

“You might be the one on top, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give it as good as I get it.” You pant out, digging your nails into his back and relishing in the hiss of pain he lets out.

Jeno doesn’t grace you with a verbal response. No, his response is in the way he pounds into you, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls. You squirm underneath him as your orgasm fights it’s way to the surface, burning hot under your skin.

Your entire body locks up when you come, legs locking around his waist to pull him close, nails clawing up his back. Jeno hisses at the pain, at the tight squeeze on his cock, but it isn’t enough to make him come. He pounds you through your orgasm, not bothering to change the pace or slow down to let you recover.

That would be too generous, you suppose. Your relationship is based on insults and hatred, not exactly grounds for lovemaking. Still, that doesn’t stop your abused walls from clamping down on him, incoherent noises leaving you as you try to get him to stop.

“I thought you could take it.” Jeno snarls, grabbing one of your legs and bending it up towards your chest.

“I can.” You manage to grit out between strained moans and whiny breaths.

Jeno huffs a laugh, but it’s humorless. “Then take it.”

“I fucking am.” He bends your other leg up, using his grip on your thighs as leverage. The position has your muscles straining from the stretch, the angle getting that much tighter. Not that that’s what you needed- he already felt like he was splitting you in half. Now it’s only amplified.

“Take it better.” Jeno hisses. “Stop being such a whiny bitch and take my cock like the whore you are.”

His words shouldn’t make you feel as hot as they do. He’s breaking you down piece by piece and you worry if you’ll even be able to look at him by the end of this. You already know for sure that you won’t be able to walk.

Jeno props one of your ankles up on his shoulder and drops his hand to your clit, rubbing harsh circles into the nub that have your orgasm roaring to the surface. Your body seizes up.

“Fuck, no, I can’t.” You try to twist away from him but it’s no use. Pleasure has you mindless, reacting only on gut impulses.

Jeno doesn’t seem to care. “Take it.” Is the only thing he says, continuing to move with the same roughness as he forces your orgasm to the surface.

The second orgasm hits you too soon. There was no recovery time after the first one, no time to build it up. It hits you so suddenly that it’s almost painful, the pleasure crashing over you with no way out. Your eyes roll shut as it drowns you, bright lights flashing in the darkness.

Your head is spinning and you’re overwhelmed with the dizzying pleasure coursing through you. Jeno pulls out and your core clenches in a confusing state of relief and horrible emptiness. Your legs flop to the mattress and you curl into yourself, still panting heavily.

“We’re not done yet.” Jeno snaps, manhandling you onto all fours and swiftly slamming his cock into you. You scream and your limbs give out, all the sensations overwhelming you.

He shoves your face into the mattress like he’s expecting a smart remark, but that’s assuming you’re not fucked completely dumb. You’ve got nothing left to give except for moans that sound like they’re straight out of a porno and a few curses that lack much variety between them. You turn your head to the side and sob.

“Gonna come again?” Jeno taunts. You try to push yourself up to your hands and Jeno growls, the force of his thrusts increasing until your arms give out again, chest hitting the mattress. He smacks your ass. “Fucking answer me.”

“Yes!” You moan out, the sound muffled by the pillows, the taste of cotton filling your mouth. “Fuck, yes, ‘m gonna come.”

His hips stop moving, cock stilling inside of you. A few tears slip down your cheeks. “Oh? But I thought my cock was useless.” Jeno feigns confusion as if he hadn’t just fucked you within an inch of your life. You groan.

“I’m going to fucking kill- hah, shit- you.” Your threat lacks any force, your sentence breaking when he pinches your clit.

Another slap lands on your ass and you keen, rutting back against him on instinct. “There we go, baby. You wanna come, you gotta do it yourself.”

You throw out every curse you can think of as you fuck yourself back onto his cock. Your muscles are screaming even more than you are, and yet you can’t quite get the speed you need, can’t get the force that Jeno can deliver.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s waiting for. Jeno wants you to beg, wants you to stroke his ego enough that it makes up for all the insults you’ve thrown at him. Your core screams at you to do it, mouth open to deliver the sweet talk that’ll get your back blown out. And yet, your pride prevents that from happening.

Like you even have any pride left, after this. Jeno’s already seen you cry, already seen you moan for it like a bitch in heat. It can’t get any more demeaning than this, working yourself up on his cock while he sits on his knees, doing nothing.

Jeno pinches your clit again and you break, body curling in on itself as you sob. “Please, please, I can’t.” You beg, fisting your hands in the sheets to get over the embarrassment of begging. “Please just fuck me.”

“Oh?” He sound amused and you hate that you know the exact expression that goes along with his voice. “So you’re admitting you can’t do it yourself.”

“I’m not admitting shit.” You get defensive even though he’s technically right.

“Oh baby, I think you are. Come on, just admit that you’re nothing but a dumb little cockslut and I’ll let you come.” His words send your entire body aflame, not in anger, but in arousal. Your core squeezes around him as if to feel him better, to help satisfy the need to get completely fucked.

Your clit buzzes painfully and you drop a hand to rub at it, only to have Jeno pin your hand in place. You sob. “Jeno, please. I need it.”

He lets go of your hand to stroke your hair, gentle touches contrasting the nature of the entire evening. You let your eyelids drop, lean into his touch a little. A gasp is forced out of your throat when he twists the strands around his fingers and yanks, pulling you up so that you back is flush with his chest. His lips go to your ear and the proximity has you feeling his growl in the depths of your soul. “Fucking say it.”

“I need you to fuck me.” You cry out, whatever shreds of dignity you had left go flying out the window. “Please, Jeno, I need you to fuck me.”

His lips quirk up against your neck. “And what are you?”

You hate that he’s going to make you say it. Your eyes squeeze shut. “I’m nothing but a- your- cockslut.”

There’s not enough time to process anything between your words and Jeno shoving you back into the mattress, pounding into your fluidly. You cry out in relief, the orgasm that had started to fade away being stroked back to life.

The intensity of it has your eyes rolling and you arch into it, letting Jeno take what he wants from your body. The pleasure seems to build and build, sinking into your gut until it takes hold completely. You scream when it hits you, taking over every part of your body until the only thing useful left is your mouth, crying out curses and pleas and Jeno, Jeno, Jeno.

It must be what he was waiting for. You cry out his name and he barely manages to muffle his curses before he’s coming, spilling into your pussy. It leaves you feeling hot and sticky between the thighs but you find that you like it, sighing contentedly as you let the aftershocks roll through you.

Some of Jeno’s come spills out and you whimper at the feeling, squeezing your thighs shut. A large palm pried them open and then there are fingers at your entrance, pushing his come back into your pussy. You gasp.

“Fuck, Jeno, I can’t.” You squirm, trying desperately to stop him but lacking the strength. “It’s too much, it hurts-” He raises his eyebrows at you and presses his thumb against your clit, laughing at how your body jolts.

He fingers you to a lazy climax, one that has you gripping onto whatever you can reach, sucking and biting marks into Jeno’s shoulder to ground yourself. It sucks all the energy out of you, leaves your limbs feeling heavy and your head spinning uncontrollably. Your eyes only stay open long enough to watch Jeno stuck his fingers clean, a soft moan rumbling in his throat.

“What are you doing?” You manage to ask as he lays down next to you, wrapping his limbs around you. He presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

“After sex cuddles.” Jeno yawns, pulling the blankets over your bodies. “We were able to tolerate each other long enough to fuck, I think we can manage to cuddle.”

You try to kick him but end up barely nudging his calf with your foot. “You’re so fucking weird, you know that?” “You’re insults are getting weak, y/n. Go to sleep.”

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