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starlordsandrockets · 2 months

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One Bad Party

pairing: college!Peter Parker x Reader: 18+

word count: 6k

summary: After being broken up with at a house party, you return back to the compound at 3am to find Peter waiting for you.

a/n: Heyyy sorry I've been playing Baldur's Gate to escape my writers block. But here you go, feedback is appreciated bc I feel like this fic fell flat a bit??? Idk lol

There was only one question that kept crossing Peter’s mind whenever he saw you sneaking out of the compound to see your boyfriend: Were you sleeping with the guy?

Peter had no right to be this jealous. It was not like he had a chance with you. Peter tried, but he could barely hold a conversation with you without withdrawing into himself. He became a stuttering mess and before long he would find himself retiring, far too embarrassed to stay in the same room as you.

Peter looked up from his textbook. He was sitting in his dim room, studying at his desk. Or at least, he was attempting to study. The only thing running through his mind was the outfit you were wearing as you left the compound.

Your bare leg flashed past your large black coat as you brushed off a comment from Tony. A black satin slip could be made out, hugging your curves as you wrapped the coat’s fabric around you, wishing to hide yourself from Tony’s judging gaze.

The thought of you was pushed out of Peter’s brain as he pushed out his chair, rising to his feet. He needed to clear his head for a bit.

Peter found himself staring into the kitchen’s large fridge, eyes scanning his options without a single processing thought. He wondered if you were coming home tonight. Not that it mattered, it was not like there was anyone special to come home to. Reaching out, Peter grabbed a cold, glass bottle. Studying the label he shrugged before opening the beer. The cold glass pressed against his warm skin as he took a sip.

The alcohol could never affect his senses, unless he were to make sure of it, but he still liked the taste of beer. He winced after his next sip, second guessing himself. Glancing at the time, it was almost three in the morning and Peter found himself praying for your arrival to the compound. Clearly, he needed some air to push his clouded thoughts of you out of his head. Right?

“Friday,” Peter spoke quietly with his drink in hand.

“Yes Peter?”

“I’m going outside,” He informed the system.

“Of course, Peter. It is currently 40 degrees. I would recommend a jacket,”

“Thanks,” Peter smiled, hand finding a hoodie that he managed to leave in the lounge last night. How Tony had not thrown it on the ground in front of his bedroom door already was a surprise.

Opening the door, the cold air hit him, making him shiver slightly.

Peter remembered what you had on when you left, and he only hoped you were inside somewhere nice and warm. Placing his bottle down on the tiny porch’s only step, he took an awkward seat on the cold stone. He rubbed his hands together, now wishing he had made a warm cup of coffee instead. Placing the bottle against his lips, he tilted his head back. He studied the stars as he took a few large sips of beer.

“What are you Tony’s guard dog?” Your voice rang through his ears, taking him off guard. You watched him begin to choke slightly, “‘Cause you’re shit at it,”

“N-No,” His single word was separated by a heavy cough, “I couldn’t sleep,” Peter knew half a beer was not affecting him, but somehow he was feeling a little confident, “and I noticed you weren’t back yet so-”

“So you’re up playing parent?” You studied where he was spread on the step, blocking your way to the door. Sure, you could go around him, but you already stumbled your way up the compound’s extremely long driveway.

“No- I just- it’s so cold and I was remembering what you were wearing when you left and I-” Peter rambled below you.

“Please give me a break. I heard enough from Tony before I left and I sure as hell don’t want to hear it again, especially from you,” You shot back. Your words were almost flowing like vomit, slurring and sloshing out of your quivering lips.

“No- No I- Y/N,” Peter shook his head. Moving his hands, he attempted to stand up, however his arm knocked against his bottle. The glass fell against the stone, shattering almost instantly. Staring at it, he almost laughed at how it reflected the conversation that hung in the frigid air.

“You’re in my way and I’m cold, so please,” Your gaze fell to your pointy heels as you wrapped your coat’s fabric around you tightly. Closing your eyes you did not want to see Peter stumbling before you in response to your hurtful tone. However, you also did not want him to see the tears that were forming in your eyes, “goodnight,” You muttered, pushing the heavy door open.

“Y/N,” Peter called after you. He watched as you attempted to outrun him, however your imbalance twisted your ankles in your heels, “Hey-” He called out, reaching out, he steadied you as you began to crumble.

Inhaling, your stuffy nose played audibly, directing Peter’s gaze, “No,” You spoke defensively, “No- I’m not- it’s not. Peter,”

“What did he do?” Peter studied your face, “Your makeup- Before you left, you did that little thing you started doing,” He motioned to your eyes, “the little flick. And now it’s gone and your mascara is smudged under there-”

“Peter…” You stared back at him, confused as to why Peter would pay so much attention to you, if any at that. He was Spider-Man and you were Tony’s assistant who just got to live here because it was more convenient for the billionaire.

“No, because did he do something?” Peter questioned. His voice cracked slightly, making him clear his throat.

“Why do you care?” You questioned back, not sure where the question came from. Well, you knew because that is exactly what you were thinking. But, you were unsure as to why you were so blunt. Maybe you were still a little buzzed.

Peter’s hold on you loosened as the question passed through your lips. He could not confess to you, not now. He had thought of so many ways to tell you how he felt, and this was not one of them.

He studied your appearance. Your makeup was a ghost of the painted picture it was hours before, and your posture was folded in on itself, as if you wished the dark compound to swallow you and allow you to hide away, “Because I knew he’d do something,”

“Y-You,” You stuttered, “don’t even know his name,” Peter’s brown gaze was serious, and it was a look you had never seen him wear. You were never around for important missions, just to make small talk to him at the coffee maker or Tony’s stupid little lounge parties.

“Don’t have to,” Peter spoke, “if he treated you any better I feel like you would’ve mentioned him to someone. To Nat when you guys share your coffee in the morning or Mr. Stark would bring him up during his parties to embarrass you… or to annoy me,”

You did not address his last claim. You just wanted to go to your room and cry, “I’m just… I’m a private person,” You shrugged, not meeting Peter’s gaze any longer. You heard him laugh slightly, a short exhale passing through his lips, “what?”

“I just- My body doesn’t let me get drunk so you wouldn’t believe how much I know about everyone from Mr. Stark’s dumb parties,” He watched as you met his eyes once again, “Y-You,” He paused, your gaze stirring up butterflies, “You say a lot when you’re drunk,”

“Like what?” You pried, watching Peter smile slightly.

“That’s how I found out,” Peter spoke, “Mr. Stark-” He paused, remembering the night Tony had tried so hard to get the two of you together after finding out Peter’s crush on you, “he suggested spin the bottle,” He heard you scoff, “Yeah well, that’s when you refused to play because you ‘met a guy’ and it was ‘kind of serious’,”

“So,” You spoke, “We were,” The word slipped as your gaze froze.

“...Were?” Peter questioned.

“Peter,” You shook your head.

“What do you mean?” Peter pushed.

“Peter, I’m tired,”

“Did he break up with you?”

“It’s like 3am and I want to get this fucking dress and heels off,” You spoke over him, watching him freeze in front of you.

He could help you with that, “Sorry,” Peter spoke, “You don’t have to tell me,” Peter wanted to slip that dress off of you.

“It’s not,” You sighed, feeling guilty as if you kicked a puppy, “It’s not like we talk. You know? When’s the last time we had a conversation like this?” You watched as Peter’s posture straightened in front of you, but in reality it felt like he was about to crumble from your piercing words.

“Right…” Peter spoke, knowing when to take a hint. “Sorry,” He stepped aside, allowing you to claw at the straps of your heels. It felt as if he was letting you slip right through his fingers. Sure, he did not want to be a rebound but at this point, he did not want you to think he had no intention of ever speaking to you, “It’s not that I haven’t tried,”

“What?” You questioned, planting a bare foot on the ground. The heel hung loosely in your grasp as you stared back at him.

“I try to talk to you- A lot actually… but,” Peter specified, “I’m just not great at it- I mean, I’m not even good at it,”

You paused, as awkward silence fell after Peter’s words, “Okay,” You smiled slightly, “Well, maybe we can talk in the morning? Over breakfast? If I’m not hungover,”

“Right,” Peter smiled in defeat, “Sure,” He watched as you pressed your lips in an awkward smile, the lipstick that was once there was now faded. You slipped the other shoe off your foot before turning towards the hallway. You made your way a few steps down the hall to the elevator doors, leaving Peter to stare right at you from where you left him, “It’s because I like you,” He spoke, surely low enough.

The elevator dinged but you did not walk inside it, not yet. You were at a standstill, your brain processing Peter’s quiet confession. Staring into the bright elevator, you watched as the doors began to slowly close. How could Peter like you when you found out your boyfriend had been cheating on you? Why would anyone like you?

“You’re-” You mumbled, “You’re fucking with me,” Turning, you dared to meet Peter’s far off gaze, “Stop fucking with me,”

“W-What?” Peter stuttered, watching you walk closer to him.

“You’re Spider-Man,” You informed, watching his head tilt slightly out of confusion.

“...Yeah? Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?” Peter questioned, his eyes trailed all over your body, forgetting that you could see his every move.

“Why would you…” You wrapped your coat around you in response to Peter’s gaze, “I’m just Tony’s assistant,” You stopped in your tracks, not able to get any closer to Peter.

“Why would I?-” His question fell short as he realized you had heard his quiet confession, “Oh,” Peter watched you nod shyly, “Don’t… don’t you want to get out of your clothes?”

“What?” You questioned, feeling your face heat up out of embarrassment.

“No- No! God, I just-” Peter stammered, “You said you wanted to change- I thought you could do that and maybe like, take off your makeup and then we could talk. Or, or we could do that in the morning- if you’re not hungover,” He repeated your earlier claim.

“Yeah… yeah,” You spoke, “I’ll go- I’ll go change,” You nodded, lips pressed together, “but, could you help me? These heels killed my feet,”

“Yeah,” Peter spoke, “Yeah, of course,” He was hesitant, hands reaching out. Peter hand touched you before, when he caught steadied you moments before, but now it felt different. Now you know, “Here,” Peter took in a quick breath before he slipped your large coat off of your skin. You almost looked nude, the dress under your coat was small compared to the coat’s large exterior. He folded the fabric before he tucked it under his arm, “and I can carry those,” He reached out towards your shoes that hung off of your curled finger.

“Thanks,” You smiled to yourself. However, your smile soon faded to a blank expression as you felt Peter’s fingertips on the small of your back. His hand soon flattened and you swore you could feel his sweaty palm through your thin dress.

***

The two of you silently made your way through an awkward elevator ride and stumbled your way to your room. Peter opened the door, watching you slip past him and into the dark room. You let out a loud sigh of relief after Peter shut the door behind him, “What?” He almost laughed.

“Feels good to be home,” You replied, “That party was a fucking nightmare,” You smiled, your lips quivered as you felt tears threaten to spill, “I didn’t want to go. I shouldn’t have,”

“Y/N,” Peter said, approaching you, he gathered a handful of your dress’s fabric, “Remember what I said,” The tone of his voice drew your attention. You never heard that slightly dominant tone pass through his lips before, “We can talk after. Okay?”

“Mhm,” You hummed, lips pressed nervously, “Right,” He began to hike up the fabric, the cool fabric tickling your thighs, “Peter,”

He had started helping you without a second thought. Peter was completely lost in you, functioning on autopilot. Your words brought him back to reality, “Sorry- I,” He turned, facing the wall, “I’m sorry- I forgot I was done helping. I got you here,”

You slipped the dress over your hips and past your chest, “Yeah,” You broke the silence, “but,” That word made Peter turn his head in time to check a glance of your exposed skin. The dress’s fabric covered your face as you slowly slipped it over your head.

Could you see him staring? Peter took in the sight of your underwear and push-up bra for another second before turning his head back to the wall. His face must have been red. He felt his cheeks begin to grow warm. Peter also felt something else begin to grow and he hoped it was not noticeable.

“Could you help me?” You continued, now slipping a long, black night shirt over your skin. You wished you had anything else to wear to bed, anything sexier than an oversized shirt.

“Help with what?” Peter questioned, back still facing you. He watched as your room lit up a bit brighter from switching on the bathroom light.

“My makeup,” You almost groaned, “I’m too tireddd,” You placed your arms on the counter’s cool surface. Looking at your reflection you were reminded of the night you just had. Your mascara pooled under your lash line but you were still surprised Peter had noticed, “Peter,” You called out, hands covering your face, smudging your makeup even further.

Peter entered your small bathroom, taking in the space he had never seen before, “What’s up?” He watched as you blindly dug through one of your drawers. A pack of makeup wipes appeared in front of him as you leaned further onto the counter, a tired groan vibrating past your lips, “Okaaay,” Peter laughed, “Come’re then,” He took the pack, setting it down before he reached out. Turning you around, you faced him now. Your eyes were still closed from when you were rubbing your tired eyes, “Just one?”

“Mhm,” You nodded, finally opening your eyes. That is when you realized how close Peter was. You studied his hands as he peeled open the makeup wipes. His fingers were long and slender, making something in you stir. You focused on his fingers moving around the cloth in his large hands.

“Hey,” Peter spoke, taking hold of your face with his free hand, “I have to see your face to take the makeup off,” He laughed. The smile quickly faded as he studied your face in his hold, a look of embarrassment flooded his face. Peter realized not only how close he was to you, but was reminded just how pretty you were. Nervousness traveled up his spine, making him shiver slightly, “Right,” He spoke, clearing his throat as you stared back up at him.

His touch was gentle as he replaced his hand with the makeup wipe, making you jump, “cold,” you muttered, nervous at Peter’s closeness.

“Sorry,” Peter replied, rubbing the makeup off of your skin.

“Don’t look too close,” You laughed, “I’m not that pretty up close,” You chose your words wisely, not wanting Peter to think you were baiting for a compliment.

But that was exactly what was running through Peter’s head. Peter was trying to find the right words to say so he did not seem like he was as obsessed with you as he was, “I think you’re pretty,” Was all he managed to admit, watching your gaze snap right to his loving brown gaze, “I mean… I can move- if you think I’m too close,”

“You think I’m pretty?” You mentally kicked yourself as the cliche question slipped past your lips.

“Yeah,” Peter nodded. Pretty was an understatement, “You’re probably the prettiest girl I know,” He tested the water.

“Nat and Wanda live here,” You spoke, “So I think you’re lying,”

“Nah,” Peter focused on your eyes, “Close your eyes,” He instructed, watching you do as you were told. He felt as if he should use this to his advantage, that way you could not affect him with your gaze, “I thought that since the day you got here. Plus, Nat and Wanda kind of scare me,” He watched you smile slightly.

“I don’t scare you?” You questioned, feeling his breath on your skin, making your lips press closed.

“A little, but in a good way,” He admitted.

“Yeah?” You laughed to yourself, eyes still closed, “And what is that supposed to mean?”

Peter did not answer, he was far too embarrassed and lost in the thought of you. The ‘good way’ was that it turned him on, “There,” He finally spoke as he studied your cleaned face.

“You didn’t answer my question,” You spoke, however your words fell short as Peter dragged the makeup wipe across your mouth.

“Sorry- Missed a spot,” He teased, watching you stick out your tongue at the bitter taste of the wipe.

You made your way to the sink, washing your face with cold water. Peter stood silently behind you, studying you through the mirror. Or you assumed so, not daring to meet his brown gaze.

“Sooooooo… you want to talk about it now?” He finally questioned as you dried your face off on a soft towel.

“About the party?” You questioned, hanging up the towel, “Or… about what you said? Earlier,”

Peter’s head fell, studying his fingers that intertwined, absentmindedly, “W-Whatever… whichever you want to first,”

Walking out of the small bathroom, you placed a finger on its light switch. You stared at Peter, waiting for him to follow you, “Yeah… whichever,” However, Peter did not budge, “That party…” You started, “that paaarty was… the worst night of my life,” You laughed before switching off the light. Walking over to your bed, you fell back onto it. However, you regretted it, feeling the alcohol move around in your stomach as your head spun, “...fuck. I’m so fucking stupid,”

“You’re not,” Peter interrupted.

Raising your head, you stared at him for a moment before your gaze returned to the ceiling, “I knew he was talking to someone else. I mean, I suspected it. Turning the phone away when I was too close. Locking it as soon as I entered the room. The lying… I could tell by the mannerisms, by his facial tics,” You groaned, “But you know… ‘he was different’... I was just into him because he barely gave me the time of day unless we were fucking,”

Those words clicked in Peter’s head.

You were fucking that guy.

“The one time I mentioned him to Tony and he read him like a book and I just… God, I just didn’t want Tony to be right,” You somewhat laughed, “Because I hate it when he’s right,”

“You deserve so much better than that guy,” Peter spoke.

“What? I should be glad he fucking cheated on me? Glad that I showed up to the party, only to find him grinding on her ass and she was wearing the same fucking thing I was wearing?”

“Y/N,”

“What?” You heard the pity in his voice, “I don’t need you to feel bad for me-”

“I’m not- I just can’t believe anyone would do that to you. It pisses me off because if I ever had a chance with you I would never take advantage of it,” Peter admitted, “You’re way out of my league- and I bet you were for him too- and god if I ever fucked up like him I think I’d be the biggest idiot,” You stared back at him, a small smile sat on your lips, “...What?”

“You… actually do like me?” You questioned.

“Well… yeah,” Peter replied, red-faced, “I’m- I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out yet. I feel like I’m so obvious. Literally everyone here knows it,”

“I had no clue,” You almost laughed.

“Really?”

You both felt the mood shift, as Peter sat at the end of your bed, “Yeah… I don’t know. We hardly talked and when we do you always end up leaving… you know,” You rambled, staring at the ceiling, “I always thought I scared you or something, you know, because I just… don’t know how to talk to people really. Everyone I meet always goes off to tell someone they think I’m stuck up- Or if I don’t talk I’m a bitch,”

“I like hearing you talk,” Peter spoke, absentmindedly. Your eyes fell on him as he looked down at you, “You- You’re… interesting and really cool,”

“Y-Yeah?” You laughed somewhat at his awkwardness, “Well… thanks. You too- I mean, you’re cool…too,”

“I-I’m… not cool, like at all,” Peter looked surprised, “I’m super awkward and I like the dumbest stuff,”

“It's not dumb,” You picked up your head, “You’ll convince me to finish Star Wars one day,” You watched a grin curl his lips, “Really. I like it when you talk about stuff you like. I really like it,” You watched Peter’s hand move towards your face. His fingers brushed back some hair that sat out of place, “...My ex- Well he was always too cool to like anything. You know- one of those guys. He was too cool for everything…”

“How about we don’t talk about him anymore” Peter spoke. He stared at you, wanting to touch you. So he tested the water, running his fingers through your hair.

“Mhm,” You hummed in response, eyes closing with each pet of your head. Your eyes felt heavy as your body reminded you that it was probably around four in the morning.

“Do you want me to leave?” Peter questioned, catching a glimpse of your closing eyes, “so you can sleep,”

“No,” You admitted, “I want you to stay and keep touching my hair,” You heard Peter laugh from above you.

“Fine, but I need you to get on the bed more,” He stood up, waiting for you to position yourself on the bed from where you happened to just flop over.

You slowly got adjusted under the covers as you watched Peter walk towards your bathroom, “Is it okay if I use your bathroom?”

“Mhm,” You hummed again as you waited for him to return. You heard the light switch off as you felt your heart begin to beat faster at the idea of Peter sharing a bed with you, “You don’t mind staying, right? Is it weird?”

“No… I mean- do you think it’s weird?” He questioned, standing at the side of your bed.

“No,”

“Yeah… it’s fine then,” Peter almost held his breath as he entered your covers. He could hear your heart racing next to him, however it was almost overpowered with the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears.

Peter laid on his back as he felt you shifting by his side. He did not dare look your way, eyes fixated on the ceiling of your room as his eyes adjusted to the dark room.

“Goodnight,” You whispered from your spot next to him, feeling Peter’s body jump slightly from your quiet voice breaking the heavy silence, “sorry,”

“N-Night,” Peter replied, hearing you laugh to yourself from behind the sheets.

***

You stirred, as light from the room’s large windows broke your slumber. Your head was pounding as you tried to recall last night. That is when you remembered that the arm that was wrapped around you was Peter’s and not your ex’s.

Peter’s arm laid across your hip as you laid on your side, eyes staring at the wall, attempting to process what exactly unfolded last night.

You were not drunk. You remember every moment, but every moment felt like a dream.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to face Peter’s sleeping face.

Your gaze traveled across his soft skin, eyes bouncing from freckle to freckle. His lashes fluttered, looking as if he was still experiencing a dream.

Reaching out, you rested your hand on his side. You felt Peter pull you closer to him while he slept, “P-Pete,” You whispered, afraid of your morning breath.

“mmm,” Peter groaned as you shook him slightly, by his waist. You watched as he eventually stirred awake, “H..hey,” He spoke quietly, eyes barely open, “How’d you sleep?”

“Not as good as you,” You joked, as his hold on you tightened. Peter still drifted in and out of his sleeping state, “Since… you know. You’re all cuddled up next to me,”

“Hm?” He questioned, eyes finally opening, “Oh- Sorry,”

“It’s- It’s fine,” Your hand took hold of his shirt before he could attempt to move away from you. You stared at his face, his brown gaze refusing to meet your eyes. Every thought that bounced around your head told you to kiss him, hell, every cell in your body was inching towards him; grasp on the fabric pulling your bodies closer.

For a moment your gaze fell to his lips before your lashes fluttered shut, lips pressing against Peter’s for a forceful kiss.

Taken aback, Peter’s eyes widened before they squeezed shut as he attempted to hold back the lust that began to flood through him, “Hey- he- hmm,” Peter hummed against your lips as your kiss smothered any word that attempted to leave. He kissed you back, hands traveling underneath the hem of your shirt’s large fabric.

His sweaty palms traced your curves, studying you even behind closed eyes. Peter felt himself begin to be swept away, worried he would not be able to resurface. Pushing you away by your hip, he attempted to pull out from your hungry kiss, “Hey… Y/N,” Peter watched as your mood shifted almost instantly, looking as if your heart had shattered all over again from the night before, “No- no, it’s just- Y/N I won’t be able to stop,” Peter attempted to explain, “Y/N, I want you… I think about it more than I’d like to admit and it always ends up with me not being able to help myself…”

“I want you… Peter,” You thought for a moment, “I need you,”

“I don’t want to hurt you like he did… or worse,” Peter thought about his strength.

“You won’t. I know you wouldn’t hurt me,” You sat up, watching Peter roll onto his back. Picking up a leg, you swung it over his own, straddling his waist. You were never this forward, but you were always this desperate.

You always had feelings for Peter, you just never thought someone like him would reciprocate.

With that thought, you felt Peter’s hands grasp the plush skin of your thighs, “You- You’re sure?”

“Please,” You breathed out before Peter flipped you on the bed, pushing your face into one of the bed’s plush pillows. You felt as he hiked up the fabric of your shirt, exposing your panties to him. His dominant palm rubbed circles on the side of your ass before you heard him take a deep breath.

This time, it was time for you to take in a breath as Peter began to pull the fabric of your panties down.

You would be lying if you said you were not self continuous about Peter seeing your body for the first time in such an intimate way. The entirety of your last relationship had you on edge, hoping you were good enough.

Suddenly, the bunching fabric halted, making your breath stop as well, “Relax,” You heard Peter speak. Bending over your back, Peter planted a kiss on your ear, making you shutter.

“I- I just… he really messed me up I think,” You laughed to yourself, “so. So I don’t think you could ever hurt me more than him,” As the claim left your lips, Peter flipped you back onto your back, “Pete-” You heard the tearing of fabric as Peter, literally, ripped your panties off your legs.

He shifted down on your bed, ignoring your claims to the torn fabric. Peter’s heart was beating out of his chest as he grew closer to what was hidden behind the silky fabric. Placing his hands on your knees, he spread your locked legs, “Hey,” He watched as you locked eyes with him and that is when he felt a switch flip in him, “I don’t want to hear you talk about him anymore,” Your wide eyes stared back at him, “Okay?”

You nodded.

“I want to hear you say it,”

“Okay…” You mustered the courage.

“Okay? Okay what?” Peter’s fingers trailed along your skin. Closer and closer to your wet folds. His touch circled you almost teasingly.

“I won’t talk about him anymore,” You answered.

“Good,” Peter almost smiled, but there was a newfound cockiness behind his words. His thumb brushed against your clit, “Why shouldn’t you?”

“What?” You almost whimpered, wanting the teasing to end.

“Why shouldn’t you talk about him anymore?”

“I… I don’t know,” You spoke with frustration. However, Peter’s gaze made you think about giving a better answer, “Because… because I deserve better?”

“Is that a question?”

“No…” You whined as Peter gently thumbed your clit, however it was not enough, “Peter please,”

“Fine,” Peter smiled at your desperation. Lowering himself, he placed your legs over his shoulders. He took in the sight before him, fingers running through your wet folds, “You’re so wet... You like it when I tease you or something?”

“...No- it makes me mad,” You spoke, unfiltered, not wanting to focus on the fact that Peter was seeing your flaws so up close.

“I don’t know, I think you like it,” He spoke, inserting his index finger into you, watching you wither in front of him, “So pretty,” Peter spoke under his breath. He listened as you attempted to hold back a few quiet moans, “You sound so pretty… wanna hear you,” Curling his fingers, he hit you at a different angle, making your eyes roll, head rolling back into your pillow, “Yeah?” He almost laughed, “Right there?”

You nodded, knowing if you parted your lips, you would not be able to shut up. However, Peter had other plans, his fingers moving in and out of you even faster. “FFffuckk,” You moaned, eyes screwed shut, “Pete-” His name was cut short, interrupted by a louder moan as Peter’s lips found your clit. He gave it a wet kiss before his tongue explored you.

Your ex never did this, and if he ever did, the foreplay lasted only long enough to make sure you were wet for him. Mentally, you kicked yourself, finding your brain occupied by your ex even though Peter just told you to not talk about him, “Are you thinking about him?” You heard Peter ask like clockwork.

“W-What?” You stuttered, opening your eyes. Looking down, you meet Peter’s dominant gaze.

“You stopped moaning,” Peter spoke, “Your eyebrows are all… furrowed- and not in a sexy way,” He added an extra finger into you, hearing you moan at the action, “I can stop- If you’re not over him I’d rather stop than you think about him the whole time,”

“No- No… Sorry,” You breathed out, “I- I know you told me not to talk about him but- I… I was just thinking about how he never… he never did this,” You rambled as Peter’s fingers still pumped in and out of you slowly, “fffuck- and- and I just-”

“Guess I’ll have to make up for lost time,” Peter somewhat joked before his lips returned to your clit. He placed a wet kiss between your legs before he continued to pleasure you.

“Please,” You breathed out, almost relieved. You were relieved that you no longer had to beg for anything you deserved, because Peter was ready to give it to you instantly.

A shaking moan passed through your lips as Peter inserted a finger into you. He was slow at first, taking in your small, breathless moans; however he found his hunger for you growing.

He continued to work you with his mouth and finger, before inserting another digit. Pulling away from your heated skin, Peter spoke, “I wanna hear you say my name,” He breathed out.

“W-What?” You stuttered through your waves of pleasure.

“Wanna hear you say my name,” Peter repeated, “And I never want to hear you say his again,”

“Mm,” You groaned at his dominance.

“What was that?” Peter questioned, slowing his fingers that pumped in and out of you. It pained him to do so, he wanted to please you desperately, but he also wanted to prove his point.

“Yes,” You breathed out, “...please,”

“Please?” Peter questioned.

“Pleaseee,” You drew out, mustering the courage to speak his name in such an intimate setting, “Peter,”

“Good,” Peter’s lips curled into a subtle, cocky smile. His fingers found their previous pace before pumping even faster.

“Ff-fuck,” You moaned. You heard Peter hum in response, as if he was questioning you, “Peter,” You repeated his name. With that his smiling lips return to your clit, his tongue only increasing your pleasure, “I- I’m so close,”

“Need you to cum for me,” Peter spoke quickly before returning between your legs. He found a rhythm that made you a stuttering mess, and stuck with it.

“I’m- I’m going to cum,” You moaned, hand falling between your legs. Your fingers tangled in his soft, brown locks. Your hips jutted, meeting his tongue halfway with each thrust. You felt as if you were losing your mind, not sure when the last time you experienced this much pleasure was, “Fuck Peter- I’m-” Your words fell short as you came. Your eyes screwed shut as Peter continued to taste you. Waves of pleasure jutted through you, making your body twitch with each stroke from Peter’s tongue, “f-f fuck- too… too much,” You breathed out, hands trying to push Peter’s face away from you.

“Sorry,” Peter spoke, crawling up your body. He fell to his side, laying next to you on the bed, “How was that?” He watched your chest rise and fall as you attempted to catch your breath.

Small laughter fell from your parted lips as you realized just how long it was taking you to recover from the pleasure, “I… I haven’t felt like that in… well, in a long time,”

“And that’s a good thing? It was good?” Peter questioned, hoping that his attempt would make you forget all about your ex.

“No- Yeah,” You breathed, “I haven’t cum that hard in awhile,” You added, “Just… just give me a minute and we can keep going,”

“Keep going?” Peter questioned.

“Yeah. I mean, you’re probably really hard,” You spoke, “or… I hope you are,”

“Yeah,” Peter laughed, “I am. But we can stop,”

“Why?” Your head turned towards him from where you stared at the ceiling, “Do you not want me anymore?”

“What? No- I mean. I want you,” Peter spoke, “I really want you- but I. I want to take things slow… with you,” He studied your worried expression, “If that’s okay,”

“Oh… yeah,” You nodded, “I just. I thought you’d want me to return the favor,”

“Another time,” Peter spoke, “I’ll be waiting- but no rush,” He watched you laugh to yourself.

Peter was the kindest person you have met in a long time and it made you wonder why you even settled for anyone else.

“Fine,” You agreed, “but I thought you ‘wouldn’t be able to stop yourself’,” You almost teased, watching Peter roll onto his back next to you.

“Yeah, yeah,” He laughed.

“Yeah… so forgive me if I thought something was wrong,” You spoke sarcastically.

“I just- I didn’t want to do whatever he did,” Peter spoke, “Because I like you and I don’t just want to fuck you,” Peter spoke, “I just want you to understand that. And I want you to have time to get over him,”

“Thanks,” You spoke quietly, “...You wanna go make breakfast?”

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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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Reading Romance

Hyunjin x Thick female reader

Word count: 4.2K

Synopsis: While hanging out and reading with your best friend Hyunjin he catches a glimpse at what you're book is about and wants to know more.

A/N: Number 5! Only 3 left to go and I have at least an idea of what the rest will be! I hope you like this one, if you do please reblog, like, comment, hit up my ask box, I always get great feedback with these so I really appreciate it! As usual warnings and smut below the cut.

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, light bondage, pet names (darling, beautiful etc), slight Hyunjin dom/MC sub dynamic (kinda sorta not really), oral (m&f receiving), deep throating/face fucking, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, use of the color system (never yellow or red), squirting, tearing up during sex(?), cum play/cum eating, unprotected piv sex (please use condoms), cream pie. I think that's everything but if I ever miss anything please let me know and I'll add it asap!

One of the reasons Hyunjin was your best friend was your mutual ability to be completely fine sitting silent in a room together. Whether you were reading, painting, even watching tv, whatever, the two of you were content just existing in the same space and called it hanging out. Today Hyunjin came over to your place for the two of you to do some painting in your studio and you had for about an hour or so. Now the two of you were sitting on your couch reading together quietly.

Hyunjin’s book was a series of short stories that intersected into each other and all tied together in the end. You were reading a book one of the girls from your book club had recommended to you on the low. It was... spicy... and normally not a book you’d be reading around anyone, let alone Hyunjin, but it really had a great plot and you were hooked so you were reading a smutty book, sitting with your insanely gorgeous best friend. Needless to say when it came upon a sex scene you started blushing and couldn’t help but look up at Hyunjin and imagine if you were in that scenario. It would never happen in a million years but a big girl could dream.

In reality, guys that were that beautiful didn’t go for the chubby art chick. Hyunjin was a sweet guy and a good friend so you shouldn’t be picturing him in any scenarios, yet your eyes would scan the sultry words on your page and then drift up to the man frowning at the book in front of him. You jumped a little focusing on your book again when Hyunjin closed his.

“This book is boring, predictable. What are you reading?” You almost choked when he asked but rebounded quickly.

“Oh! Uh... umm... a romance.” Hyunjin nodded.

“Let me take a look.” You scoffed, trying to be nonchalant, but you could feel your ears starting to burn.

“I’m reading it right now Hyunjin.” He mimicked you.

“I’m reading it right now muhmuhmuh, mark your page and let me look at it for a second. If I like it I can just download it on my phone and read it.” You shook your head.

“No like I said it’s a romance, you won’t like it.” Hyunjin held out his hand.

“Do you remember who you’re talking to darling? I AM romance, now let me see.”

“No.” No reason given this time, just no. Hyunjin was very curious now.

“No?” You shook your head again. Hyunjin nodded.

“Okay fine.” You relaxed a bit and Hyunjin lunged for the book in your hand snatching it away.

“HYUNJIN! DON’T!” He held you back with one of his long arms as he opened your book and started reading. Unfortunately, he landed on the page you had been reading and one of the more risqué parts of the book.

“Philippe grabbed his throbbing member!? And shoved it in again, gagging Krista with his hard thrusts to the back of her throat?! What the hell y/n you’re sitting here reading porn?!” You snatched the book back angry he’d taken it instead of listening to you.

“It’s not porn, it’s a romance novel and I told you not to read it!” You got up and started storming off towards your room mad and Hyunjin followed.

“Oh come on! I’m just teasing, don’t get mad.” You turned back towards him.

“I asked you not to and you did anyway. It’s embarrassing Hyunjin okay?” He walked up to you.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, so there’s dirty words in your book, so what, I guarantee I watch porn way worse than any smutty book you’ve got.” You rolled your eyes shaking your head, going to walk off again.

“That’s not the point...” Hyunjin followed grabbing your wrist and stopping you.

“Well then what is it? Are you embarrassed because you were watching me?” Your jaw dropped.

“Is that it? Because if it is... I mean don’t be. If I had a dollar for every time I imagined fucking you I’d be rich.” You tossed the book on one of the tables.

“Hyunjin! I... what?” It took a second for your brain to catch up and register what he said.

“Did you just say...” Hyunjin waited for you to finish your question and then finished it for you.

“I imagined fucking you? Is that really surprising?” You stood there dumbfounded.

“Uh... well... I mean... yea it kind of is. You mean you think of me and you like...” Hyunjin nodded finishing your sentence again.

“Having sex together? Yea. Why wouldn’t I? You’re funny, smart, talented, sexy...”

“I’m fat.” Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed at you.

“That doesn’t make any of the other things I said about you untrue. So what if you’re bigger. Only a vain troglodyte would care about something so trivial and stupid.” You stood there utterly speechless and then something clicked for Hyunjin.

“Did.... did you think I wouldn’t want to be with you because you’re bigger?” He sounded genuinely hurt.

“Is that how I come off?” It wasn’t, you didn’t want him to think that.

“No! No Jinnie that’s not how you come off. That...that’s just me projecting my shitty body image onto you. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.” Hyunjin had always been nothing but sweet to you and if you hadn’t been so in your head about images and what people thought you’d have noticed that Hyunjin’s interest in you wasn’t purely as friends. You weren’t sure how you didn’t realize with how comfortable you both always were with each other. There was a reason for that, a mutual unspoken affection.

“You don’t have to apologize y/n. You’ve grown up in a world telling you that you’re not pretty if you’re not skinny. I understand but I want you to know that’s not how I feel. I think you’re beautiful.” You didn’t know what to say. You stood there, Hyunjin still holding onto your arm. He took a step closer and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. The hand grasping your wrist let go. He caressed your face and cupped your cheek.

“I’m gonna kiss you now...” You nodded and as he leaned in closer you closed your eyes. When you felt warm full lips pressed against yours sweetly, your hands came up and rested on Hyunjin’s chest and his other hand found your soft hip pulling you closer. He pulled away and ran his thumb over the apple of your cheek as he looked at you. You grasped his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. Lips parting tongues teasing. You only pulled away once you both were breathless. Hyunjin bit at his pouty bottom lip, catching his breath, wrapping both arms around you, and resting his head against yours. He got a smirk on his face.

“So what were you reading in that book that had you staring at me like that hmm?” You started blushing and shook your head.

“Oh come on I already read about Phillipe’s throbbing member how much worse can it get.”

“It gets worse trust me.” Hyunjin’s smile grew wider and he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Well worse is better, let me take another look.” He went to grab the book off the table and you picked it up quickly.

“Hyunjin...no...” He laughed softly. It was cute how shy you were being suddenly. Usually you were confident and spoke your mind around him easily. He wasn’t really used to this timid side.

“Come on... show me what you were reading when you kept looking at me.” You stood there frozen with the book in hand. There was absolutely no way you could show him that part. Phillipe was a French masseuse and before grabbing his ‘throbbing member’ that Krista was gagging on, he had tied her to his massage table with silk ropes. You had looked up when you read it initially, looking at Hyunjin’s hands, imagining his long deft fingers tying knots around your wrists and ankles.

“Look I won’t take it this time, just show me... or... read it to me?” He cocked his perfect eyebrow at you. That was diffidently not happening.

“Fine I’ll show you... but...” Hyunjin tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I’m not gonna judge you darling...” He leaned in by your ear.

“I just want to know what sets your body on fire...” He kissed your neck those insanely soft lips of his pressed against your skin.

“then dumb gasoline on it and give it to you.” He gently grabbed hold of your wrist again and pulled you to your own bedroom, where you had been storming off to in the first place. He let go of you when you walked through the door and made his way over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. You hesitated. Was this really happening? Were you really about to sit on your bed with Hyunjin and show him the smut you were eye fucking him to? He pat the spot across from him on the bed.

“Do you want to sit down?” You nodded walking over and sitting across from him on your bed, book still in hand. He scooched a little closer so that he could see over your shoulder a bit. You turned your head looking at him nervously. He kissed your shoulder and smiled at you.

“It’s okay. I promise.” You gave him a little nod and started thumbing through the pages looking for where you were at. When you found it you held it open for Hyunjin to read.

“This was the page I opened it to.” You nodded and he scanned through the type, getting closer to you, his warm breath fanning against your neck. His breathing hitched when he saw what you had been reading.

“Is it the ropes darling? Hmm...” His lips were ghosting your skin but not touching.

“Do you want me to tie you up? Make you cum?” Your breathing was coming out more labored and your skin was completely flushed. You looked over your shoulder at him again and shook your head softly. He tilted your head and started kissing down your neck and shoulder, pulling the straps of the tank top and bra you were wearing down. His arms wrapped around you from behind as he groped your soft body and he nibbled and kissed your neck. You leaned your head back against his shoulder giving him better access to you. Hyunjin moved from behind you and laid you back on the bed before getting on top of you, propping himself up, looking down at you.

“I’m going to undress you and kiss all of my favorite parts of your gorgeous body, then I'm gonna go into your closet and grab four of your silk scarves and I’m going to tie you up and make you cum again, and again and again...” He started kissing down your neck to your chest between each word. He lifted your shirt up and over your head and grabbed your full breasts before burying his face between them licking and kissing the soft skin. Your fingers combed through Hyunjin’s hair and you held on as he continued kissing down your tummy, then tugging at your pants sitting back and pulling them off, tossing them aside.

He climbed between your legs and kissed the insides of your thighs, gently dragging his teeth across them. He kissed his way back up your body stopping at your tits again, pulling your bra down and sucking on one nipple and then the other. Hyunjin was pleased to see your bra opened from the front. He unhooked it and pulled the straps down and off of you. He kissed his way up further, his full lips overtaking yours in another heated kiss. His hands running up and down your plush body, memorizing every curve. Hyunjin hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and pulled them down, you lifted your full ass up as he continued dragging them down and off. He sat back on his knees and took in every last inch of your plump frame.

“God I wish you saw what I see...” Your felt your heart go soft.

“Hyunjin...” Your eyes were glassy as tears started to rim them.

“I really do darling, you’d never doubt how beautiful you were ever again if you saw what I see every time I look at you.” He hovered over you and kissed you sweetly, your hands sliding up his shoulders and neck, toying with the pieces of his long hair that had fallen from his ponytail. He sat back up peeling his own shirt off.

“Get comfy gorgeous, I’ll be right back.” Hyunjin disappeared into your closet and reemerged with scarves thrown over one of his shoulders. He lost the pants and boxers on the way back over to you and when you saw him standing naked by the bed, you thought your heart was going to pound out of your chest.

“That book has bondage, does it mention safe words?” You nodded.

“Yes Jinnie.” It had; Phillipe had told Krista about the stoplight system.

“And what did they teach you darling?”

“Green is good, yellow is slow down, red means stop.” He shook his head smiling.

“That’s my good girl.” You flushed when he said that, then he crawled back onto the bed by you.

“Hands please.” You gave him your hands and he kissed the back of each before he gently tied your wrists together. With another scarf looped through your arms now joined at the wrist Hyunjin secured your hands above your head and to the headboard of your bed. He lightly ran his fingertips down your body and you softly pulled at the restraints needy for his touch goosebumps erupting all over your body.

“Comfortable? Too tight?” You shook your head no.

“They feel okay, not too tight.” Hyunjin gripped one of your ankles and kissed it before he started tying another one of the scarves around it. He tied the other end to one post of your footboard and walked around to the other side and gave the other ankle the same treatment. A sweet kiss and then tied to the opposite post, spreading your thick thighs for him and exposing your glistening cunt. He immediately started stroking his cock once you were laid out in the vulnerable position.

“You look good enough to eat beautiful.” Hyunjin crawled up on the bed again and took his place between your legs that were held open for him. His face hovered over your clenching pussy, his warm breath teasing you, his full lips ghosting, you were ready to scream for him right as Hyunjin ran his tongue through your folds.

“Fuck you’re delicious.” Hyunjin spread your plump pussy lips apart and latched onto your clit, licking and slurping on you, collecting your arousal on his tongue and savoring the taste of you. You could feel your high approaching and Hyunjin could tell. He slid two fingers inside your wet hole and pumped them in and out as he sucked and hummed against your clit. White hot pleasure electrocuted you from head to toe when Hyunjin made you cum, you pulled tightly at the straps around your wrists.

“Jinnie! Fuck! Oh god!” He stopped feasting on you but kept his fingers curling inside you. You tried to close your legs feeling the pin pricks of overstimulation, but couldn’t while Hyunjin started fingering you harder again.

“Ji-Jinnie I... I can’t...” He cooed at you and slowed down a little.

“Color?”

“Green.” He smiled.

“Good girl, you can and you will.” He started fingering you harder again then spit on your clit and started eating you out again as well, unrelenting between his plump lips and expert tongue. It wasn’t long before your body tensed and pulled against your restraints as you came on Hyunjin’s tongue and fingers again. Again he didn’t slow down, not even the kitten licking your clit, he didn’t stop.

“Hy-Hyunjin! FuckFuckFUCK! It’s too much!” Your legs were shaking, he stopped slurping at you but still kept his fingers lodged deep in your pussy constantly rubbing against that soft spot that sent more jolts of electricity through your body. He spit on your clit again only this time his other hand started teasing your clit, spreading his saliva around the buzzing bundle of nerves.

“Do you know what else I notice in that little page you showed me darling?” You were panting sweat beading on your temples, you shook your head and couldn’t control the level of your voice.

“What!? God what tell me fuck!” Hyunjin smiled and played with your pussy more making you writhe under his touch.

“After Phillipe had Krista tied down and before he was chocking her with his cock...” You had almost forgot and only now, Hyunjin bringing it up, reminded you.

“He finger fucked Krista until he made her squirt.” Your eyes rolled up in your head, again you tried to close your legs but it was futile as long as they were tied to the bannisters. Hyunjin started eating your pussy again, starved, ravenous, and you came again, and again, and again. After every orgasm Hyunjin would part from your cunt long enough to ask your color. As soon as he heard green you were getting licked and fingered into another orgasm, and another and another and another. He pulled away again panting like a mad man.

“Fuck you taste so fucking delicious, such a good girl; I could eat you for fucking hours... color?” You were sweaty and trembling, your whole body was on fire. You only pulled at your restraints now when another orgasm tore through you.

“G-gre- green.” Hyunjin spit on his fingers and rubbed four of them firmly across your sensitive clit as he pumped his long fingers into you as deep as he could, hard. You felt it, you were going to cum harder than you ever had. It felt funny.

“Hy-Hyunjinnie I’m... I think I’m...OHHHHH! FUCK!” You started squirting on Hyunjin and still he didn’t relent, he rubbed your pussy and pumped his fingers in and out as your juices squirted and leaked out of you. Your arms pulled tight at the scarves, your back arching, legs twisting, shaking and still unable to close no matter how hard you tried. Hyunjin slowed down and pulled his fingers out of you, your cum still trickling out after. He softly rubbed your whole pussy which made you jump and jolt from the oversensitivity.

“God that was so fucking sexy!” You laid there limp, panting, and he started licking your cum from your body.

“Was it?” You asked genuinely. Hyunjin climbed up your thick, cum slicked, body and kissed you with his lips, puffier than usual after eating you out for so long.

“Mhmm. Almost came on myself a few times but when you squirt for me... well... let's just say it’s not just your cum on these sheets.” You managed to open your eyes and smile. You loved the idea of Hyunjin being so turned on eating you out, making you squirt, that he came untouched. Hyunjin reached up and untied the scarf that was holding your joined wrists to the headboard and you could finally bring your arms down but they were still tied together. Hyunjin knelt by you stroking his cock that was already hard again. He leaned down close to your face as he kept tugging on himself. He whispered in your ear.

“Can I fuck your face like Phillipe did to Krista too?” He absolutely could after what he’d just put your body through. You nodded.

“Yes, fuck my face Jinnie.” He crawled and knelt over your head a knee on each side straddling you. He held up his cock, jerking off, his balls hovering over your mouth. You started tonguing them as Hyunjin stroked his dick, when you sucked one into your mouth and gently suckled at it Hyunjin moaned and it made you gush. You sucked on his other one and then licked his balls until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Open up darling.” You opened your mouth and Hyunjin hovered over you sliding his cock in between your lips. You stuck your tongue out as he pushed in deeper allowing him further into your mouth, the tip of his dick prodding your throat.

“FFffffuck! Good girl. Are... are you r-ready?” You hummed around his cock and he felt it vibrate through his whole body. He propped himself up over you, gripping the headboard with two hands and started thrusting into your mouth deeper. You gagged and choked on his dick and he pulled out spit connected to your lips and his cock. You took a couple of deep breaths and Hyunjin thrusted back into your mouth bottoming out in the back of your throat again. This time when you choked he didn’t pull out, he thrusted deeper and harder into your throat. He felt a strong gag on the tip of his cock and pulled out, you gasping for air.

“Color?”

“Green.” You choked out before he shoved his cock back into your mouth fucking it hard and deep again. He braced against the headboard with one hand and held the back of your head with the other, pushing you down on his dick, making you swallow all of him, giving you a few more deep thrusts and pulling out again. You had tears in your eyes drool running down your chin.

“Color?”

“Green now choke me with your cock Jinnie.” He rubbed his tip against your face slapping your lips with it before thrusting in and fucking your throat mercilessly. The gagging, choking and squelching of his cock punishing your throat filled the room. Your tied hands started playing with his balls and Hyunjin was ready to blow.

“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK OHHHH BEAUTIFUL FUCK!!! Can I cum down your throat hmm? Gonna be a good girl and choke down my cum?” You hummed around his cock hard and He gripped the back of your head again pushing you down as he came in your mouth, his seed flooding and dripping down your chin.

“Fuck! Oh fuck oh god damn! Swallow it!” You swallowed what you could and Hyunjin pulled his softening cock from your mouth. You took big, deep breaths, licking your lips and savoring the taste of him. When Hyunjin’s wits were back about him he untied your wrists, and then untied each of your legs from the bed posts. Massaging each one of them, softly kissing them each again. You could finally relax all your limbs and you laid there completely fucked out. Hyunjin kissed your shoulder and neck then your lips, his taste lingering on your tongue. He was stroking his cock again as the two of you softly made out for a bit, catching your breath. Just enjoying each other’s lips and taste.

“God I want to fuck you so bad, I want your arms and soft legs wrapped around me and I want to lose myself inside you.” He kissed you and you could feel his hard cock prodding at your pussy. You wrapped your arms around him. Nuzzled against his nose and place soft chaste kisses to his lips, over and over. Hyunjin jumped when you first grabbed his cock, not expecting it with how tenderly you were kissing him. You lined him up with your warm cunt and slid the tip of him into you. Hyunjin’s forehead fell against yours and he moaned as he pushed deeper into you.

“Feels so good Hyunjin-ah, don’t stop.” He bit his lips and shook his head no, sweat already forming on his brow. He continued to slide into you until your hips were pressed together. You wrapped your thick thighs around Hyunjin, your arms gripping him close to you, no possible way there was any space left between the two of you. Hyunjin propped up on his elbows, held your face, his forehead pressed to yours again as he rocked his hips into you, slow deep grinding, both of you kissing and consuming the other’s moans and soft pants.

“You’re so beautiful, god you feel so good, so soft everywhere, fuck, I love you y/n I love you.” You were coming, tears of pleasure in your eyes as Hyunjin kissed you tenderly.

“Hyun- I-I love y-you.” When Hyunjin felt your walls fluttering around his cock he pushed deep inside you slower.

“C-can I cum inside you?” You held onto him tightly with your arms and legs still and nodded, kissing him as his speed picked up again. The soft moans that came from Hyunjin as his orgasm approached made you want it all the more.

“Please Hyunjin-ah, cum inside me.” His hips started to lose rhythm.

“Please.” You whispered in a soft moan against his lips and Hyunjin came. He pushed deep into you and stilled as his cock twitched and filled you with his big warm load. Hyunjin collapsed on you filling you, softening inside you, his cum dripping out of your sensitive hole. Both of your sweaty bodies completely spent. Hyunjin finally managed to stop crushing you and lay next to you. The two of you laid there quietly, catching your breath until you finally broke the silence.

“We need to shower and clean up Jinnie.” He hummed nodding and started to get up.

“I know...” He sat up on the edge of the bed and looked back at you with his eyebrow cocked and a smirk plastered on his face.

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biancadjarin · 1 year

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ʚ Send Me an Angel ɞ

part 1 part 2

- pairing: perv!dark!em x bratty!henderson sister!fem reader

- content warning: 18+ rough sex, choking, Eddie’s a bit scary/stalker vibes in this one. Proceed with caution!

- words: listen, I don’t know how to do the word count thing but this is a longer one.

- a/n: Eddie became a little darker in this chapter.. hopefully you enjoy! Y’know in S4E1 when Erica says “He’s sharp.” And Eddie shoots the guys that look when they laugh? That’s the energy he has in this. Anyway, feedback, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! Also just btw-a lot of my titles are songs. Send me an Angel is an 80’s banger I highly recommend listening to. Find the rest of my masterlist HERE.

You’ve been waiting in your bedroom for almost 2 hours when you hear your front door start to open and shut. Finally your brothers annoying little friends are all going home and Eddie will be up here soon. You do a giddy little dance thinking about being alone with him.

Omg Eddie is going to be in my room, you think to yourself. Your stomach has been filled with anxious butterflies all night and you’ve gone from casually sitting at your desk *pretending* to read a book, to laying on your bed looking nonchalant and sexy to pacing your floor, to where you are now, sinking into the plush oversized beanbag chair in the corner of your room. Your eyes dart to your clock again for the 100th time. 11:22pm.

What’s taking him so long? Did he change his mind? Was he just teasing you before in the kitchen? Maybe he just wanted you to stop distracting him and his hellfire friends so they could finish their stupid game…

Just as you started to feel your nose tingle with the beginning of tears a knock comes on your door. “Come in!” you call out sweetly.

Much to your disappointment, Dustin walks in. Alone.

“Hey so the guys are all gone. Thanks for giving us some space..” he looks down at his socked feet nervously. “Sorry if I was a little rude before.” he says sincerely. You smile at him. As much as your little brother can be a total pain in the ass, you love him and you’re happy he’s got a group of friends that are as nerdy as him. It’s actually a miracle he was allowed into Hellfire. All the other guys are seniors.

“They’re all gone?” You ask, trying to hide the desperate hopefulness in your voice. “Yep, you can go downstairs and make as much noise as you want. I’m going to bed. Night!” He calls over his shoulder as he heads down the hall to his room.

You walk over to your door and close it again, the disappointment spilling from your heart, into a pit in your stomach and creeping back up into your throat, which is tightening. The tingles in your nose are back as the sting of tears start to prick at your eyes. You slip into your silky pink nightgown and run back to your bed to hide under the covers. Of course Eddie doesn’t really like me. You think to yourself. He probably only likes pretty cheerleaders. You remember how you felt a few days ago at lunch when Eddie checked two of them out when they walked past him. His eyes swept their bodies from head to toe while he grinned and they giggled and pretended Hawkin’s resident freak wasn’t also one of the hottest guys in school. The tears finally spilled from your eyes as you imagined Eddie going to hang out with one of them tonight instead of you…

Your room is dark except for the moonlight spilling in through your double windows when you’re awoken from your sleep with a soft tap tap tap on the glass. Your eyes open slowly and adjust to the low light when you see a silhouette outside of your window. Your heart stops for half a second before realizing who it is. Eddie’s crouched on your balcony, moonlight backlighting his curls and broad shoulders.

He waves at you and points at the latch on your window, beckoning you to come and unlock it. You begin to toss the covers off your body when you stop and look at the clock. 12:07am. Why is he here now? Did he forget about me and then finally remember? I should just let him freeze out there. Your mind is racing with questions that there’s only one way to get answers to so you decide to take a deep breath and huff over to your window, unlocking and pulling it open.

“Shit y/n, I’ve been tapping on your window for ten minutes.” Eddie says as he ducks into the warmth of your room. He looks around, taking in the soft pink of your walls, the desk littered with perfumes and jewelry, your bed’s puffy white duvet looking like a soft, ethereal cloud, your unicorn and bunny stuffed animals mixed in with your pillows. The corners of his mouth start to lift into a smirk until his eyes land on you, standing in front of him pouting with your arms crossed as you stare at him.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask him in your quiet, sleepy voice. Your eyes look tired and puffy, pink rimmed and still a bit wet from your tears. Confusion is written all over Eddie’s face. You two had a plan didn’t you? He was going to come here after Hellfire. He’s here. So what’s the problem?

“I’m here to see you angel.” He says low and gravelly as he steps closer to you, his warm hands settling on either side of your waist. His fingers squeeze and slip over the buttery fabric. “This is cute.” He says as his eyes dip down to take in your body. “Is this what princesses like you sleep in?” He says mockingly, eyes darting back up to yours, grinning like a devil. He pushes closer into you, the front of his denim covered thighs meeting your bare ones. You back up slowly, moving with him as he maneuvers you two towards your bed.

“It’s midnight Eddie.” You say with your bratty attitude as your palms come up to rest on his chest. “I’ve been waiting for you for hours. I-I thought…” your voice gets lost in your throat.

“You thought what baby?” Eddie asks, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek, his thumb pushing up your jaw so your eyes meet his. “Why does it look like you’ve been crying?” He asks, voice softening as he studies your face intently.

“I though maybe you forgot about me. Or you didn’t actually want to see me.” You whine as your lower lip comes out in a pout.

He chuckles, “Forget about you?” He shakes his head as he leans close to your face, “Never. I just had to take your little boyfriend Gareth home first. And I couldn’t just walk up the stairs and into your room now could I? What would Dustin think?”

You shrug and look to the side. You hadn’t thought of that. “Girls as pretty as you really shouldn’t cry over boys, princess. Especially ones as dumb as me.” Eddie’s voice is a whisper as he softly turns your face to look back at him. You want to argue and tell him he’s not dumb but you can’t help but feel a bit intimidated by him at this close proximity. He’s a few inches taller than you, and the scent flowing off of him is making your mind feel dizzy. He smells clean and warm, like cheap bar soap and cigarette smoke. His breath smells faintly like cherry, like he drank a dr. pepper on the way over here. “I don’t actually like Gareth you know, Eddie.” You tell him. He laughs again, hands releasing your cheeks. “Oh no?” He asks, mock surprised. You shake your head as you watch him start to kick off his sneakers and reach over his head to pull off his shirt. “Just tryin’ to make me jealous then?” He winks.

You stare at him with wide eyes. Eddie’s in my room. Shirtless. In the middle of the night. My crush is shirtless in my room at 12am. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, then ask him, “What are you doing?”

“Y/n, c’mon, it’s midnight. I’m horny. Let’s not play pretend ok?” He says as he sits on the edge of your bed, thighs spread wide for you to stand between. “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” His hand reaches out and tickles at the hem of your nightgown, shifting it up your thigh slightly and leaving goosebumps on your skin. “Lemme see that pretty little body baby.” You’re practically shaking with nervous energy when you reach up to pull the thin straps of your nightgown off your body. You know the second you do, you’ll be completely bare in front of Eddie. You can already feel the warm wetness slicking between your legs and you wonder if Eddie is as nervous as you. Probably not.

Your fingers begin to reach up when Eddie suddenly puts a hand up. “Wait.” You stare at him, wondering if you’ve done something wrong. He sighs, “I don’t want you to do this unless you’re sure. I can leave.” He says as he points a thumb back to the window he came in from. Your eyes widen in panic, head shaking back and forth as you whimper a soft “Mm mm! I’m sure, Eddie. I really want you here.” He bites his bottom lip to hold back his smile. “I don’t know.” He teases. “Maybe I should go.. wouldn’t want to start something you can’t handle.” “I can handle it Eddie, promise.” “Good. Now take it off slowly. Give me a little show sweetheart. Like you’re unwrapping a present on Christmas morning.” He leans back, palms resting behind him. A smug smirk plays across his lips. You do as he says, sliding one strap off your shoulder and playfully lifting the hem of your nightgown, turning slowly and letting the underside of your asscheeks peek out at him. He groans and bites his bottom lip as he watches you. He wants a show, you’ll give him one.

“Y’know I’ve thought about this.” Eddie starts, “Ever since the first time I saw you. I knew you couldn’t be a good girl all the time.”

“Sometimes good girls can do bad things.” You say over your shoulder to him. “Especially for bad boys.”

He laughs. “Bad boys, huh? S’that what I am?” You look at him with narrowed eyes and a weak smile, as if he just asked if the sky is blue. When he laughs his dimples deepen and his eyes crinkle at the corners. Their deep caramel color sparkles in the moonlight spilling in from your window. He’s even prettier at night. You didn’t think that was possible.

“I’m not the kind of guy that has crushes y/n. It’s not hard for me to get girls. In fact, it’s a little too easy sometimes.” He palms at the growing erection in his jeans, giving it a few rubs before he pops open the top button of his tight pants. “Me and Harrington even have a little game going. Who can fuck twenty six girls first? A name for every letter in the alphabet.” Your stomach drops at his confession. “But then I met you. And I didn’t wanna play that game anymore. I didn’t wanna think about other girls anymore. Because I felt something I’d forgotten I could feel. A crush. On you.” You spin back around to look at him. You let both straps fall off your shoulders, the cool air of your room instantly hitting your sensitive nipples and making them taut and perked. Eddie lets out a low groan as his hips stir. “It’s pathetic really.. how much I think about you.” He admits. His hand reaches up to cup your breasts, letting the curve of them rest in his palms as his thumbs swipe your nipples roughly. Your heartbeat is pulsing in your ears but you keep listening intently to Eddie, not wanting to miss a word. “I thought the curiosity was going to kill me until I figured out Dustin is your brother. So even though him and Mike are freshman, I let them join Hellfire.” Your eyebrows furrow as you start to piece together what Eddie is saying. None of this was an accident.

“Fuck these are nice. You want me to suck your tits? Treat you like the slut I know you are?” You groaned at his words, pussy throbbing and dripping with desire. “Yes Eddie please. Want you.” “Want me to what?” “Treat me like a slut. Please.” His eyes looked up at yours, one eyebrow raised, mouth hanging open. “Yeah?” He clarified. You nodded as you bit your lip. His hands grab either side of your hips to pull you closer to him. Your thighs lean against his lap, his hard bulge poking into you.

His lips suction over your nipple in an instant. His mouth is warm, no, hot and his tongue is velvety smooth. He licks your nipple sloppily before switching to your other boob. He begins to suck that nipple before letting his mouth wander a bit and attaching to the smooth squishy skin of your breast. His eyes are closed and his breath is coming out in hot bursts through his nostrils as he sucks the skin hard. After a few seconds, he releases with a pop and sits back a bit to admire his work. An oval shaped purple and pink bruise. “I guess I won’t be wearing low cut tops for a few days.” You say breathlessly. His eyebrows pinch in the middle, annoyed at the thought of another guy looking at you, fuck even thinking about you! He pulls your nightgown off the rest of the way roughly, tossing it across your room.

A low strained sound comes from deep in his throat. His hands ghost down your sides and settle on your ass, the tips of his fingers resting at the crease under your cheeks. He pulls you impossibly closer to him and then lifts both hand to bring them down with a loud smack! You jolt forward and the cute little squeal noise you make shoots right to Eddie’s cock. If he doesn’t fuck your soon, he thinks he’ll go insane. He stands up and instructs you to lay down. You do as your told, laying on your soft bed, sheets cool and smoothed down, not a wrinkle in them. Eddie can’t wait to make a mess of you and your perfect little bed. He unbuckles his belt and pulls it out of it’s loops with a thwip. You lay on your side and watch him pull his boxers down, the light trail of hair under his belly button leading to a small patch of matching brown above his dick. And holy shit he’s big. Bigger than you thought. He crawls onto the bed, body laying on top of yours, the full weight of him being partially supported by his forearm by your head.

“You ready to be my good girl? Or do you still want me to treat you like a slut?” He questioned, eyes staring into yours. His eyes are telling you to say you’ll be good but your brain is telling you to let him treat you like a slut. “Uhm..” he senses your hesitation. And honestly? It just makes him harder. “I’ve only had sex once before Eddie. I don’t know if-if I can fit you.” You say nervously, not wanting to disappoint him. “Oh don’t worry, princess.” He reaches down and lets his fingers pet the smooth wet folds of your pussy. He slips a finger into you easily, pumping a couple times before adding a second. “You can do anything you set your mind to.” He says before removing his hand and slowly sliding his entire length into you at once. A loud moan comes from deep within you as he settles on both his forearms, his fingers getting lost in your hair and his hips setting a deep, intense rhythm. Every pump of his cock makes him groan in disbelief, never thinking he’d know what your sweet pussy felt like. But now he’s here and it’s better than he’s ever imagined. Your soft moans and sighs, every inch of you impossibly soft, the smell of bubblegum on your skin and vanilla floating off of your hair. Your pussy is perfect, spongey and warm and fuck, is she clenching around me right now? He wonders. His nickname for you has never been more true. You’re his now. His angel. And he’d do anything to be the only one to corrupt you ever again.

“You’re so tight baby.” He says into the side of your neck. “Been wanting this for so long, fuck.” “Me too.” You moan out weakly. He chuckles before a hand reaches down and pulls up behind your knee, your thigh coming to press into your chest. He pumps faster now, holding you in the position. His dick is even deeper inside you and the pleasure is starting to turn into a pressure that almost feels too like much.

“Ed-Eddie! It’s s’too much! I can’t!” “Shut up.” He growls into your ear, pace not letting up. You feel tears starts to wet the edge of your eyes, one escaping and sliding down your cheek. “You said you wanted this sweetheart.” He pants, a sheen of sweat starting to emerge on his chest from his effort. “I’m just giving you what you begged for.” You whimpered beneath him, the pain fading back into something pleasurable again. His hand came to rest on your throat, fingers curling into the sides and applying a light pressure. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on the coil tightening in your belly, your floor muscles cramping and putting pressure on your clit from the inside. As if he can read your thoughts, Eddie’s fingers find your swollen bud and begin vibrating against it in tight circles.

“Look how wet you are, angel. Making a total mess on your sheets.” You look down but it’s no use. Too dark to see. You can’t think. Can’t speak. Can only feel how Eddie’s cock is splitting you open and his hand is around your neck. “Open your mouth baby.” He demands breathlessly. You open up, tongue sticking out a bit before Eddie spits toward your mouth. Some landing on your tongue, the rest on your chin and chest. He laughs darkly and you pout up at him. “Wha?” He asks teasing you with a fake pout to mirror yours. “Too rough for you baby?”

“Mm mm.” You say as you shake your head. “That’s what I thought. Now shut up so I can concentrate, gonna cum so hard and deep in this pussy.” “Wait Eddie- you should really pull out I’m not on-”. His hand leaves your throat to come up and cover your mouth. You whine through his hand but it doesn’t matter. He’s back at your clit and your orgasm comes rushing like the crest of a wave in the dead of night. Dark and all consuming, it pulls you under and fills your ears with ringing.

Eddie comes closely behind you, pushing his hips flush against yours, making sure every drop he spills inside you stays there.

“Fuuuuck.” He groans as he rolls onto your rumpled duvet, laying next to you for a minute as his breathing gets back to normal. You roll onto your side and lean your cheek on his tattooed bicep, fingertips angling his face to kiss you. He does, his tongue massaging yours and a ringed hand coming up to cradle your cheek softly. A stark contrast to his demeanor a minute ago. The kiss almost feels sweet. Romantic. Soft. Maybe he’s a little rough when he fucks you but if he’s this sweet the rest of the time, it’s worth it. Worth it to be his, his, just his.

He sighs deeply before shrugging you off his arm, standing up and getting dressed. You get up and slip your nightie back on, not sure if he’s about to leave or ask you to come with him.. you kinda hope it’s the latter.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t say anything. Just pulls his leather jacket on and starts to walk towards your window. You follow after him, hand finding his just as he gets to the window. He turns and smiles at you, a detached look in his eyes that you lie to yourself and say is just him being tired.

“If I stay here and cuddle with you, I won’t ever want to leave y/n.” You nod slowly, knowing you deserve better but accepting his reasoning nonetheless. “But you’ll call me? You’ll talk to me at school?” You ask him sadly. His heart really does ache at your sweet questions. “Of course I will, angel.” He says with a soft kiss and nuzzle of the tip of his nose against yours that makes you giggle. “I’ll see you Monday.” He says as he ducks out your window, disappearing back into the night.

You lay back down, fake scenarios playing in your mind about what Monday will bring lulling you to sleep.

Eddie gets back in his van and pops open the glovebox. Tongue poking out of the side of his mouth he feels around for a crumpled piece of paper and a pen. Next to the first letter of your name, he put a check mark and writes “y/n, best one yet.”

the end

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intheshadowsbehindyou · 7 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you could write about the Merc's with a gn! reader who loves baking?

Btw, I love your writing style! It all feels so accurate and it's helping to feed this new fixation of mine <3 <3

I see we have some food lovers in the askbox, chat. *crackles knuckles* you ask, and daddy delivers.

Mercs with somebody who gives them food

Scout:

- Depends on your current location. The gravel wars isn’t short of moving from place to place. If it’s somewhere like japan he’ll go full weeb mode and eat nothing but fish related dishes. You know speed racer? In the fucked up TF2 universe there’s a speed racer themed restaurant. Take him there. (On second thought maybe don’t go eating with him in Japan he might eat the Hiroshima rocks.)

- He swears he’s on a diet but it’s inconsistent as fuck. This is the same guy who canonically eats radiation we’re talking about here. You hand him some warm bread you baked and he’s ecstatic. You catch him sprinkling something on his slice. It’s grounded up like pepper. He’s like “This? This shit is fuckin’ perfect. The person who owns my gym back in boston recommended it for energy. Tastes great.” You read the label and you realize it’s grounded up uranium.

- If you make him homemade fried chicken he’ll nearly choke up. Seriously. nobody’s ever done that for him before. Giving him food in general is also his love language but chicken? He thinks you want to marry him forever and ever now.

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Soldier:

- You don’t really know what soldier likes.. He doesn’t make anything very evident and tries his hardest to make his one defining trait being that he’s a veteran. But you know that’s not true. You decide to make him some sandwiches and he’s confused. “Huh.. Well that’s some weird tasting MREs. Not complaining. It’s actually really good. Shame that civilians can’t get the same luxury right now.” He says. You have no idea how to explain that WW2 is virtually nonexistent anymore.

- Finally you settle with something. Honey with warm bread. Instead of eating slices like a normal person he just swallows the entire loaf like a snake. You are worried for this man’s intestines. He seems to be fine however.

- Gives you either a romantic or platonic kiss on the head. Your pick. His breath smells sugary and sweet and you nuzzle your head against his collarbone in response. This is his way of showing he appreciated the food.

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Demoman:

- I sure hope you’re capable of producing stew because that’s all he eats when he isn’t unhealthily suppressing his own hunger with scrumpy.

- You get him to eat a variety of food somehow. Although he’s picky, he isn’t impossible either. Due to growing up in an orphanage he was no stranger to having to cook for himself at times when the caretakers just really didn’t care. You exchange recipes. For some reason he has an entire Scottish cookbook under his bed. As well as a book on “Leonerdo Da Fuq’s Basic Guide To blowing Sentries Up. And making it look like an accident.”

- He’s very thankful. Demoman’s not much of a foodie. He eats to live rather than lives to eat. But your snacks hit different. They’re made with your love. That’s why they’re so much better than what he typically eats.

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Engineer:

- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THATS HIS JOB. HE’S THE OVERBEARING GRANDMOTHER THAT WONT STOP SHOVING FOOD INTO HER KIDS MOUTH!!! NOT YOU!!!

- He eats everything you give him. Even if it doesn’t particularly tickle his fancy. His belly is big and swollen afterwards and you want to squish him so bad. That’s a pillow waiting to be laid on. He then tells you fond memories of thanksgiving and when his mother would cook his family an entire turkey dinner.

- He responds twofold by making you something as well. You wake up one day to find an entire breakfast platter laid on your end table. There’s a little sticky note there and although it doesn’t have a name on it — the dash alongside the expertly drawn symbol of his class is evident enough. Only somebody with expertise in blueprints would draw something like that. Hint hint.

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Heavy:

- Heavy isn’t a dumbass by any means but this is a certified Heavy L situation. He thinks you’re trying to offend him at first because people call him fat on a regular basis. Medic explains from afar that actually it’s a gesture meant to express hospitality, and upon realizing you were just being nice he looks embarrassed and rubs the back of his neck.

- Lets you spoon feed him your food. He likes it for some reason. He likes any kind of meat, and protein. He eats that shit everyday. Not just that but dark chocolate and other bitter tasting foods as well. Despite his massive size he doesn’t actually eat large portions at a time.

- He knows how to make mostly deserts. Takes on a sort of mentor role and tries to teach you how to bake cakes and stuff like that. You’ve never seen Heavy in such a domesticated setting. Watching him go about cooking without breaking somebody’s skull in for once was actually kind of surreal.

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Pyro:

- Cook / get them nothing but sweets. They won’t eat anything else. You begin to wonder if Pyro is even remotely human because of how much unhealthy food they eat. (But then again you’ve seen soldier survive losing both his arms and Medic sowing them back on. It’s probably fine.)

- They are unbelievably excited to see you walk into the room with plates and/or boxes. You’ve unintentionally pavloved them into associating it with your food. They clap and make grabby hands. Wanting to see what sweets you’ve brought them.

- It’s actually quite odd.. You see them retreat into their quarters to eat their food. It’s clear they’ve eaten it because they always take the plates back but you’re never allowed to see them eat directly. They don’t attend dinner with the other mercs or even breakfast.

- DO NOT LET THEM NEAR THE FUCKING OVEN. DO NOT LET THEM COOK. THE ADMINISTRATOR MADE IT AGAINST THE RULES TO LET PYRO NEAR THE STOVE.

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Sniper:

- “Bloody hell.. This for me?” His voice hiked up a little. A little shocked that somebody would even consider making or buying him food in the first place, Only his parents ever did that for him. He takes it hesitantly but his expression doesn’t seem negative. Just incredibly dumbfounded. You had got him some donuts from a market in tuefort. You figured it would go well with his coffee.

- Immediately starts eating them. Sniper is both a meats sort of guy and a sweets sort of guy. Looks from side to side to make sure nobody saw him take your offer. That would be a embarrassing. He grabs the entire box and retreats into his camper van like a rat.

- He then slowly opens the door.. “Oh, right. Bugger. This is typically the moment I comfortably invite you in.” He cringes at the thought. Leaving the door open for you, and moving aside to let you in. He begins telling you the basics about how to hunt your food. For some reason it’s all incredibly dangerous aussie animals though. Some of the stuff doesn’t sound edible but he’s apparently eaten. He’s especially passionate about how to properly cook crocodiles.

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Medic:

- Pretentiously nitpicks the fact you brought him cupcakes. Citing his knowledge about how too much sugar consumption can kill you… whilst simultaneously eating the cupcakes.

- “Even worse yet —- they ruin your dental health. Hoo, i’d hate to be on the receiving end of a tooth filling by an angry dentist.” He says, shoving more of your sweets into his face. You wonder if he’s even self aware of what he’s doing to be honest. “Although I do envy their sadism! It’s much worse than mine, actually — Das schmeckt gut.” He adds.

- He frowns. You knew Medic had loved cupcakes in particular so you were confused at first. Well it wasn’t that. In fact it was something more stupid. “Well then again the consumption of sugar is important for our bodies, I must add. With the wrong diet we could die from low blood sugar. I wonder if it is possible to extract all the sugar from a human body using a sort of giant homebrewed syringe. It is in theory possible for me to—“ The man is at his chalkboard writing down mathematical equations again.

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Spy:

- When you give him food for the first time he’s unbelievably pouty. Couldn’t you have asked him his tastes first? He hesitantly eats what you give him anyway. As long as it isn’t fried, fast food, candy or anything that wasn’t expensive as fuck.

- Incredibly good table manners. Incredibly good at cooking his native cuisine. For some reason he’s intent on insisting that french food is superior than any other food. When you’re eating with him he straightens your posture, politely puts your napkin in your lap and schools you on the fact you’re not using your salad fork or whatever. There’s way too much pointless shit on his table. Who the fuck created all these weirdly specific rules?

- Eventually he’s so tired from trying to teach you he loses his temper and crosses his arms like a discontent toddler while you eat nonchalantly. “What?” You say. Using the wrong fork again. He’s still staring at you. “What?!” You repeat yourself. “I love you, Spy.” You say. Shoving more food into your mouth. He keeps glaring at you.

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emberfrostlovesloki · 7 months

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This Space of Ours [Hotch x Reader]

Image from @hotch-girl (beautiful work as always)

Prompt: Aaron is subjected to the whims of a sadist in search of revenge because his younger brother was put away by Agent Hotchner and the BAU team.

Category: Angst/whump/minor comfort at the end.

Word Count: 6.4K

Content Warnings: Graphic depiction of sexual assault (Hotch and a male unsub), Torture - choking, drowning, physical restraints, mention of an incel and assault (in a past case), active shooter situation (the team's current case), threat of death (via gun). suicidal ideation, hospitals, vomiting, trauma, some reckless driving, U.S. police, bodily fluids/substances, language. (If I missed any, please let me know).

A/N: Okay, so it’s October, which means whump-tober for me. First of all, this story is 18+ minors DNI. I’m being serious here. If you a minor please don’t engage. This one has a lot of content warnings. This story deals with some dark themes and scenarios and I implore you to read the content warnings before you interact with this fic. If at any time you feel uncomfortable reading, please click off. Nothing is worth your mental health and well-being! I rarely write anything this graphic, but the idea has been stuck in my head for a while. The home invasion aspect came from @luveline and her amazing story “If Things Go Bad.” (linked). I highly recommend her work. Please go and check out her blog. I honestly eat up everything she writes and she deserves all the love. Due to the dark and graphic content of this story, I ask that all comments stay respectful. If I see anything lewd or inappropriate I will delete it. Don’t go there. You can read this as a standalone, in which case this would be an established relationship between the reader and Hotch, or you could take this as a continuation of my last fic (found here), or you could read this as platonic if you squint.

As I did with my last fic, if you find yourself affected by this plot, please reach out to a loved one or someone you trust. You deserve love and support. If all else fails, I’ve attached some crisis hotlines below. There is no shame in getting help and support.

National Sexual Assualt Hotline

Self-Harm Crisis Text Line

The next story I’m writing is much lighter than this one, and there is a lot of protective Hotch involved! If you like this story, likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated. I might try to write a part two to this covering Hotch’s and the team's healing process. If that’s something you are interested in, let me know. Stay well out there everyone. If you need someone to talk to, my messages are always open. - Levi.

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Hotch was headed home. He was finally headed home. The last case could have gone far worse than it had. It had been a male shooter, killing in the Houston metro area. The sprawling city and multiple police precincts hadn’t connected the killings as being perpetrated by the same person. It was clear to the team, and Spencer first, that the unsub was building up to something bigger than just shooting three, five, or ten people. It had all come to a head when Emily and y/n had found the manifesto online stating that the unsub, Jason Creeke, was going to try and kill as many people as he could at a Houston Astros game. The teams and police had rushed to the game. The stadium was packed and finding Jason in such a dense sea of bodies was difficult, even with all the police and SWAT teams present. When a gunshot rang out among the stands, chaos erupted. Aaron was the closest to the unsub, and he clearly saw the middle-aged man with a shotgun drawn and ready to fire again. Hotch’s sidearm was out in a second. He clicked the safety off and lined up the shot. Aaron made the kill shot; he could sense everyone on his team as well as the other officers relax as the active threat was taken down.

It had been pandemonium for a few minutes, but as the local law enforcement stepped in, the scene relaxed a little. Back at the local precinct, y/n had approached him as always; checking in. y/n stated, “That was a really clean shot Hotch, as always.” Aaron appreciated the comment, he just wished he didn’t have to make the shot at all. y/n could see his warring thoughts and said, “We can talk about it later if you want?” Hotch looked down at her, feeling that familiar comforting tug in his chest that only _y/n_ could pull from him. He nodded and said, “Later.” There was always a 'later' with them. Returning from a case was an exhausting ordeal. It was nice to have it over, but when the wheels touched back down in Virginia it didn’t mean that the world just stopped turning on its axis. There was paperwork and reports to be filed, the fact that another stack of possible cases would be waiting on JJ’s desk to be vetted for the team. The cycle seemed to be endless. Even if the case hadn’t been a bad one, it still wasn’t fun. Aaron and y/n rarely spent time together after returning from a case because they were tired and needed to sleep and let out any lingering emotions tied to what they had just seen. Experiencing so much trauma didn’t always make someone the most supportive person and Hotch and y/n knew that. Staying apart kept them safe from any unintended hurtful words or phrases the other might say. If things were really bad, then of course there were exceptions. Hotch would text y/n and ask her to come over or vice versa and within half an hour they would be at the other's apartment providing a comforting embrace or words, depending on what was needed. Just because they didn’t see each other in person didn’t mean they didn’t talk. y/n would always call Aaron at 8:00 PM sharp. She knew that would give him an hour or so before he would take a shower and go to bed. They would talk for however long was comfortable. Sometimes that was just saying “Goodnight,” or having more of a discussion about their work or personal lives. Often Aaron found himself talking about Jack. His son was his light and he was drawn to it in all things. y/n was happy to listen to him ramble. She loved Jack too, and she was fully aware that Jack was always going to be the number one person in Aaron’s life.

Aaron parked his car and got his briefcase and duffle bag that had all his clothes from his go-bag that needed to be laundered. He closed his car doors, locking them with his key fob. The car gave a familiar little beep as he clicked the lock button twice. He moved a few feet to his front door, ready to be out of the six o’clock sun. He was ready for a shower. He rolled his stiff neck as he unlocked his door. His apartment was dark, even though it was still bright outside. He turned to the locks on the front door. He had no idea that something, someone malignant had made its way inside before him. The unseen man stalked behind Aaron and pistol-whipped the FBI Unit Chief on the side of the head. By the time Aaron was aware that something was wrong in his periphery, it was too late. He felt a blinding pain at the back of his head and he slumped forward, uncoordinatedly against the door. He used his hands to soften the blow, but he still hit the wood with a thump. He tried to keep his feet under him, but his vision was blurring and the pain was only growing worse. For some reason, he could hear his own breathing loudly in his ears. He fell to the floor and tried to command his body to move, but it wouldn’t, couldn’t respond. He managed to turn around on the floor and just as he lost consciousness he saw a large man crouch down next to him.

Hotch woke an undetermined time later. The light was blinding against his headache, and he hadn’t even opened his eyes yet. He was restrained, hogtied so tightly that his back ached with the strain of having his hands and feet forced that close behind his back. His face was pressed against something cool and smooth. He could feel that blood was seeping down the side of his face, onto his cheek, and down over his chin. He was about to do an inventory of the rest of his body, but a sound from behind him snapped him to his full senses. He opened his eyes and realized that he was in his bathtub. Aaron turned his head to the best of his ability and saw a mountain of a man standing just outside the tub.” Aaron cleared his throat quietly, trying not to sound as scared as he felt. He took a breath and clearly asked, “Who are you? What do you want?” The man gave a gruff laugh and stepped even closer to the tub. Aaron flinched back but instantly tried to relax and not appear weak in front of the man who had him at his mercy. The man stepped into the tub and stood with both of his legs near Hotch’s prone body. The man crouched down, getting in Aaron’s face. Hotch could distinctly smell the scent of tobacco on his breath, and the man said, “You don’t need to know that yet Agent Hotchner. Just know that you’ve wronged me, and I’m here to get what I’m owed.” Aaron tried to think back to all the cases he’d worked on. He would have remembered this man. There was no way he couldn’t remember a man of this size. Aaron knew he needed to do something. He couldn’t fight his way out, given that he was restrained. Even if he wasn’t, Aaron wasn’t sure he could take this man in a fight. But if he wasn’t bound, he would sure as hell try. As the tap started running near his head, Aaron felt some water droplets splash on his face and the left side of his shirt got soaked. Hotch had to talk over the water, saying, “You don’t have to do this. We can talk.” The man placed his large hand around Aaon’s neck, restricting the airflow, so he struggled to breathe. Again the man deferred giving any information saying, “We can talk later if you’re up to it.”

Aaron didn’t like the sound of where this evening was going. After the man released his neck, Hotch sucked in a much-needed breath. As he did this, the man pulled Aaron’s hips up so he was resting on his knees and arms. His body screamed in protest against having most of his weight on his arms, knees, and shins. He was also unstable in his position. He had to engage his core to stay at least relatively steady. Before Aaron could get his bearing the man roughly pushed Hotch’s hip forward, and his upturned face was pushed under the steady stream of cold water coming from the tap. Aaron coughed and struggled under the flow as his air supply was cut off again. Hotch trashed to try and turn his face away. The man watched with some amusement, as the FBI agent floundered. As Aaron tried to turn his head away, the man took a fistful his his hair and held his face steady under the water. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop the water from getting into his airways. Hotch had his mouth tightly closed, but his nostrils were letting the water in. To call the sensation uncomfortable was an understatement His eyes and lungs burned at the water and lack of air. He was sure he would pass out in a second if something didn’t change. He wondered for a moment if this man was going to keep holding his head there until he expired. As his vision started to blur, he thought of Jack and then y/n. Their happy smiling faces popped into his mind and if he was going to die, he was grateful that both of them would be the last thing he thought of; at least consciously.

When he was sure he couldn’t take anymore, the man pushed Aaron onto his side and out of the stream of the spigot. Aaron coughed so hard he felt his lungs strain with the effort. The water that had gotten into his body was expelled from his mouth and nose in waves. When the water was excised, he took needy breaths clenching his eyes closed against the pain. For a moment the physical pain of his body was replaced with the fact that he had almost lost consciousness. Just as he was able to breathe normally again, the man pushed Hotch back onto his back and under the water. This ritual happened three more times and by the time the tap was turned off, Hotch was so exhausted that all that he could do was take shaky breaths as he lay on his side on the wet tub’s bottom. Aaron left a brief moment of relief as the rope holding his arms and legs was severed and his back got a break from its arched position. He actually breathed a sigh of relief as his body straightened out. His arms were still strained but at least he could breathe properly now. Hotch hardly noticed as the man cut the zip ties holding his feet together. He was shocked back to his body as the man pulled him up with large hands under his armpits. Hotch was half dragged, half stumbled into his bedroom. The lamps were on and he didn't know how he hadn’t noticed the light that would have emanated from the crack in the door of his living room. Hotch stilled those thoughts as he was pushed onto his bed, his head still swimming from what he had been through and how he had been moved like a doll. As his face was pressed into the mattress he could distinctly smell the acrid scent of urine on the soft surface. He cringed against his comforter. He was not only scared, but now he felt humiliation and shame course through him. There were these emotions but also anger. A hot rage just under the surface that this would be happening to him. ‘Focus,’ Aaron thought, maybe he could stop whatever this madman was planning next. In this position, he felt exposed and vulnerable, and he felt that it didn’t bode well for what was coming next.

Hotch found his voice and said, “Clearly you think I’ve wronged you somehow. Would you tell me what I’ve done to upset you? Why do I need to be punished?” The man behind him whom he couldn’t quite see gave a gruff laugh, and the sound of a buckle being undone had Hotch freeze instantly. Certainly, this wasn’t going to happen. It couldn’t happen. The man lay down on top of Hotch. Aaron could feel the man was semi-hard and he had to still to stop from squirming. The weight of the man above him was enough to cause him to struggle to breathe. He wondered if strangulation was a signature of his. Aaron's arms also screamed in protest. Aaron thought his shoulders might pop out of their sockets. The man’s hot breath on the nape of his neck sent a shiver of revulsion down Aaron’s spine. The man finally spoke and said, “You want to know who I am? I’m Brent Parolt’s older brother, Steve. You sent my little brother away for life for something he couldn’t help. Something he was owed.” Aaron took a moment to connect the dots as his brain was functioning in overdrive.

Parolt was a bad case, one of the worst. The twenty-nine-year-old was an incel and was assaulting and torturing women in the Washington State area. There was a general panic in the surrounding community which had made finding the man responsible even more difficult. When the man had received five concurrent life sentences in a high-security prison, Hotch knew that this would never be enough to make up for what those women had been through.

Steve was now kissing Aaron’s neck, and Hotch could help his body from thrashing. Again, Aaron commanded his body to be still. To not show how much this was affecting him. Hotch found his voice again and said, “You believe your brother had the right to brutally assault women?” Hotch was hoping to distract Steve. The man ran a hand down Aaron’s chest and lower to his navel, and Hotch flexed his muscles, tense under the unwanted touch. Steve felt it as well and replied, “Sure my brother might have been fucked in the head, but it wasn’t his fault he was bad with girls, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be able to fuck ‘em. I remember watching the news and you said that those women, the victims, didn’t want his advances. Well, I intend to show you what it really means to not want something. I’m going to make my brother look like a saint to you.”

Hotch felt Steve working at the buckle of his own pants and he wondered if he could turn over somehow and hit this man in the groin full force. It might be enough to incapacitate him. Aaron found his pants and briefs pulled off and the cool air on his exposed body sent another shiver through him. Aaron was going to speak again to try and get out of this. Maybe he could make the man enraged, enraged enough to make him torture him another way. Any other way. However, the start of his sentence was cut off, as he felt a finger trace up his thigh and ass. There wasn’t time to do anything before that finger was inside of him. In an area that got little attention outside the shower and bathroom. Aaron grunted at the discomfort he felt at being opened up in this way. He closed his eyes both against the pain and humiliation rising in him. After a moment, another finger was added next to the first. Steve started moving them inside the man under him; he got more excited as he worked at the opening. The deranged man was feeling himself with his other hand, getting ready for the big finale. After a few moments, Steve removed his fingers from Hotch and wiped them on the sheet near Aaron’s face. Hotch turned his face the other way, refusing to look at what was staining his bedding apart from the urine. The sound of Steve removing his clothes had Aaron still again. As he was violated, he let himself let go. His mind found something, anything to think about other than what was happening to him in the current moment.

Once Steve had fully seated himself in the trembling man beneath him, he started moving inside Hotch. He was doing this as revenge: as justice for his brother, his best friend, and his support system. As Steve started picking up the pace, the pleasure centers in his brain fired full force and he stopped himself from moving faster, this was a lesson to Aaron, and he wanted it to last. The horrifying scene was cut with a knife as the sound of a phone ringing resounded throughout the room. Steve moved back from Aaron, and Hotch let out a shaky breath. He didn't know if he had been breathing for the last few minutes. There was the relief that Steve was out of him, but then the horrifying realization that _y/n_ was calling him, and this man was here, that she might hear what was happening. Hotch sent a silent prayer to any god that the man would just hang up the phone. If he did that then y/n would still know something was wrong. He didn’t miss her calls unless something was really wrong. She would call Emily or Derek first to see if they could reach him. If they hadn’t, she would call him again and then if there wasn’t an answer, she would ride over to wherever his location was. Hotch had thought this was a bit extreme at first, but he realized that in their line of work, not picking up could mean things were seriously wrong -- as they were now.

Hotch’s prayer wasn’t answered, as Steve fished the phone from his discarded pants pocket along with Aaron’s gun. Steve undid the safety of the handgun and moved back to the bed, pressing the cold metal of the weapon to Aaron’s temple; he also looked at the caller ID. He recognized the smiling female agent on the screen as having also worked the case that had gotten his brother sent away. With this, the man answered the call, setting the phone near Aaron’s face. Hotch listened as y/n said warmly, “Hey, Aaron. Just calling to talk about ‘later.’ How are you feeling?” Aaron kept his mouth shut, but the feeling of Steve thrusting into him hard, made him groan loudly in pain. He bit the inside of his mouth so hard that he could taste blood on his tongue. There was a pause on the line and Hotch could picture y/n standing in her kitchen, confused by what the hell that noise was. There was a long pause and Aaron did his best to not make any other sounds. Finally, there was a response as y/n said, “Aaron, Aaron, what’s going on?” There was a hint of panic in her voice, the pitch of it was high and stressed. Steve answered for Aaron saying, “Agent Hotchner isn’t available right now.” This time the pause was shorter, and y/n said, “Who are you, what are you doing to him?” Steve moved roughly again and Aaron made the same noise as before. Steve replied, “I think you can guess Agent _l/n_. Now be good for me and don’t say another word, because if you do, I’ll shoot Agent Hotchner in the head with his gun that I have pointed at his temple.” There was silence, as y/n wasn’t going to take a threat like that lightly. She never would. It was just the sound of heavy breathing on the other end of the line and Steve’s frantic carnal movements making noise now. Aaron was back in that place in his mind from before, where he could hide from all that was happening. Steve pulled him back from that place by asking, “Your agent is using your first name. It’s very informal of her. Are you fucking her, Aaron? That’s not very professional of you.” Aaron stayed silent, refusing to answer the question. However, when the man pushed the gun a little harder to the side of his face, Aaron managed to bark out, “Yes.” The man let out a laugh and replied, “Let’s see you try and be intimate with her after this.” At that moment Aaron wished the man would just shoot him to have this pain and humiliation be over with.

y/n was standing in her living room in a state of shock. She had dropped the glass or water she had been holding and the glass shards were spread far across her cement floor. When the unknown man who was holding Aaron hostage spoke again, she finally snapped out of her frozen state. She couldn’t speak or Aaron would die, so she put her side of the line on mute, just to make sure no noise she made could be heard. y/n began by recording the call, and then she rushed to her gun safe and closet to get her holster. While doing this, she put Aaron’s call on hold and called Morgan. He lived closest to Aaron. She waited and prayed that her teammate was at home and would pick up. After the second ring, there was an answer and Derek said, “Hey baby girl, what’s up?” Hearing Derek’s chipper voice made her cringe, but she swallowed the feeling and said, “It’s Aaron. He’s being assaulted at his apartment.” There was a short silence before Derek responded, almost not believing what he had heard with, “What?” y/n cleared her throat and said, “There’s someone in Aaron’s apartment. He’s getting assaulted right now. I have him on another line. I can hear what’s happening.” At the last sentence, y/n’s voice broke and she tried to hold in the sob that escaped her throat. Derek was moving now in his townhouse getting his keys and gun. He spoke clearly saying, “I’m on my way y/n. I’ll call Emily and Rossi, you call local LEOs. Keep Aaron on the line and mute me. We’ll go get him get him out of there.” _y/n_ nodded and said shakely, “Okay.” She could hear Morgan’s car door close and the engine start before she muted him. She dialed the police and informed them of the situation happening at Aaron’s address. When this was finished she pulled her helmet from the wall and grabbed her keys racing down the stairs. y/n connected the Bluetooth to her helmet, as she flew down the flight of stairs. The sound of her motorcycle engine running under her muffled the sounds that Hotch and the unsub were making. She could hear the pained noise that Aaron was trying to hold in. She knew those sounds would haunt her dreams. She cursed that she lived so far away from Hotch, but was glad that Morgan and Emily were close by. She knew Derek would get there before her and in some tiny, tiny way she was grateful. y/n wasn’t sure what she would do if she was the one to make it to Aaron’s place before anyone else. _y/n_ drove fast, faster than she probably should, but her friend was suffering and the sooner she got there, the more she could try and help him; whatever helping Aaron looked like in a situation like this.

After a few more minutes she heard Derek break into Aaron’s room and his barking command to the unsub to get off of Hotch, immediately. There were sounds of a scuffle and a shot rang out. It was so loud that it momentarily deafened y/n, and she wondered if her love or her friend had just been wounded or killed. It took a minute before she could hear again and when she did, she realized that whoever had been attacking Aaron was the person shot. The man was making painful sobbing noises and she heard Derek pull out his metal cuffs, demanding the man move to the other side of the room. Hearing the man in pain brought a sick kind of pleasure to y/n and for a moment she thought she might be sick, but there wasn’t time for that. There wasn’t time. In the daze of her getting closer and closer to Aaron’s apartment, she could hear the sirens on the other end of the line and then there was Emily’s voice speaking to Derek, finding out what was going on. She could still hear Aaron breathing, in raspy inhalations and exhalations. She could hear Derek close by saying, “Hotch, paramedics are on the way. Try and stay still. Help’s on the way.” There was an incoherent response from Aaron.

Finally, y/n screeched to a stop in front of Aaron’s unit. There were three police cruisers and as y/n dismounted, Rossi’s car arrived at nearly the same time. y/n took off her helmet and Rossi ran over to her to check in. They both flashed their badges to the officer near the door and y/n and Rossi moved aside as the unsub was moved outside to get medical assistance and be moved to the hospital under police custody. If she hadn’t been so anxious to get to Aaron’s side she would have stopped and looked at the monster that had hurt Aaron, but she didn’t. Even seeing the massive man filling the dim entryway would be another thing from tonight that would be seared into her brain forever. Rossi stayed downstairs to speak with the officers. y/n took the stairs two at a time and moved down the hall past Hotch’s guest room and bathroom. y/n landed in Aaron’s room and Derek and Emily were near Aaron’s bed, but giving him space. Derek moved aside to let y/n pass him. As y/n moved closer to Aaron, Morgan put a comforting hand on her shoulder to let her know she wasn’t alone in this. That none of them were alone in this, especially Aaron. Before y/n got too close to him she said his name. She had her palms up to demonstrate that she wasn’t a threat to him. “Aaron, I’m here.” Aaron made a small noise and y/n slowly moved forward. She knelt by the bed but didn’t get any closer. The very sight of him right now could make her cry and sob and curse every god she could think of, but Hotch didn’t need that right now. Aaron was blinking slowly, and he looked dazed, and not fully present. y/n knew she had to hold it together for him. She could let it go later. She looked over his form. He was on his stomach with a blanket covering his lower half. His hair was wet, and she could see bruising on his neck. There were also abrasions on his wrists. y/n turned to Emily and asked, “What’s the ETA on the paramedics?” The question didn’t need to be answered as more sirens cut through the night.

The next three hours were a blur for everyone. Rossi ended up riding with Aaron to the hospital and everyone gave their statements to the police. By this point, the whole team was at Aaron’s apartment. After the statements were taken, the team headed to the hospital. y/n rode with Emily, and once she was in the car she broke down for the first time that night. The sobs came unbidden and they moved through her body so strongly that she couldn’t breathe properly. Emily very briefly took her eyes off the road and looked at y/n. Emily tried to say some words of comfort to an impossible wound. All she could think of saying was, “We’re going to be there for him, y/n. I promise you.” When y/n was able to breathe again, she weakly replied, “Just hearing, hearing him…” y/n was cut off by another sob and Emily realized that y/n was traumatized too. Prentiss knew that this event was going to shake the team, shake the very foundation of their bond and she wondered if they could ever be as they once had.

At the hospital Garcia held onto y/n for dear life, repeating softly that it would be alright, over and over and over like a lullaby. When y/n took a moment to get a drink of water, Rossi followed her and said, “Derek told me that you were on the phone with him when this happened? You call him every night, don’t you?” y/n nodded, not trying to hide her closeness with Hotch right now. She was too tired and braindead to lie. Her phone calls with Hotch felt so trivial right now. Dave nodded and said, “You realize you probably saved his life by calling him, right?” y/n eyes found Rossi’s and she softy said, “Dave I.” Rossi cut her off saying, “Tonight has been awful. What happened to Aaron was the worst possible thing I can think of happening to anyone on the team, but I need you to know _y/n_ that you probably saved his life. If you hadn’t called him we might not be standing here right now.” Rossi left it at that and allowed y/n to move back to the rest of the team.

A few hours later the primary trauma specialist, Dr. Ramirez came to inform the team about Hotch's condition. y/n tried to pay attention, but it was all so overwhelming. She listened about the internal damage and the need for rest and therapy, both physical and mental. The conversation continued and she did her best, but her best didn’t feel good enough right now. Derek could see her fatigue and he wrapped an arm around y/n’s shoulder, letting her lean on him.

After a day and much protestation from Aaron, he was released. Rossi, Morgan, and y/n were there for his discharge, and the doctor asked where Aaron would be staying for the next few days because they would need a primary contact in case something went wrong. Aaron knew that he could stay with anyone on the team. They would all have him and try to treat him with care. To not make this awkward for him. He really considered Rossi’s, but deep down he knew who he was going to choose. He looked over at y/n and she gave him a small affirmative nod. He noticed how tired y/n looked. How the bags under her eyes stood out. He turned his attention back to the nurse and said, “I’ll stay with y/n, _l/n_. The nurse took down her information and after another two hours, Aaron and _y/n_ were being driven back to her apartment by Rossi. The drive was silent and there was a lingering discomfort at the silence in the car's cabin. The older man helped Aaron into y/n’s unit and guided him to sit on the couch. Aaron flinched at the contact and Rossi quietly said, “Sorry.” Hotch waved away the comment. His pain medication regimen was helping, but the soreness in his body lingered. Rossi made it clear that either y/n or Aaron could call him at any time. No holds barred and he’d be there as fast as he could. Derek had moved y/n’s bike back to its spot and was going to bring Hotch some new clothes that afternoon. As Rossi exited the main room, he spoke to y/n in the hallway saying, “Please be kind to yourself _y/n_, and really, if you need anything, please tell me.” y/n nodded and agreed to take his help if she or Aaron needed it.

Once Rossi was gone, y/n got Aaron a glass of water and the first dose of his pain and antibiotic medication. She portioned out the dosages and walked over to him. She gently said, “Here you go.” Aaron grabbed the glass and pills and took them with a swallow of water. y/n turned to her kitchen counter where she had a chart to track the dosage and medication she should be giving him. She crossed off the first two spots. When this was done, she walked back to Aaron and sat across from him in a chair from her kitchen table. The silence in the room was suffocating and y/n softly said, “Aaron.” Hotch looked over to _y/n_ saying, “I can’t y/n. I just can’t right now.” y/n swallowed and nodded. She knew Aaron was a private man. A man who liked to be in control of his emotions and surroundings and that had all been stripped of him two days ago. She could only imagine what he was thinking and feeling at the moment. y/n asked another question, giving him choices saying, “Would you like to rest here or in the bedroom? Would you like something to eat?” Aaron thought about these options. His pain medication made him drowsy and it helped his sore body to be stretched out. It distributed the pain more evenly. Aaron replied, “I’d like to take a nap in your room.” y/n nodded again and she helped him up. Hotch tried to walk normally. He wanted to act normal, but his body betrayed him. He shuffled to y/n’s bedroom and he gently lowered himself onto the mattress. y/n pulled the covers back for him and then moved around the space, lowering the blinds to darken the space. When she was sure Hotch was as comfortable as possible using extra pillows to support his body, she asked, “Would you like me to stay in here with you, or would you like to be alone for a while.” Aaron sounded desperate for the first time as he said, “Stay with me, please.” y/n moved to the chair in her room and settled down to be with Aaron as he rested.

As Aaron closed his eyes and tried to find sleep, but all he could think about was how he wished none of this had happened. How he was going to have to take time off. How he would have to take a psychological evaluation to return to the field. How he’d have to talk to Strauss and Strauss’s boss about this. How he’d have to go back the the hospital for checkups and therapy. He was thinking of everything but what had happened. He looked over to y/n and she looked too sad and concerned. He thought that she might start crying. She looked like she was trying so hard not to think of him differently, like a victim. He felt a hot shame course through him as he remembered that she had to hear his ordeal. Aaron thought that he might start crying if he wasn’t very careful. But he was tired and as much as he tried to fight it, sleep finally took him. It took _y/n_ as well after a half hour. She slumped against the wall and had unsettled dreams.

Aaron woke with a start. It was still light out and he felt nauseous. He tried to make it to the bathroom, but he didn’t even make it out of the bed before he vomited on the covers. His noises made y/n jerk awake and she moved over to him. He was on a liquid diet, so the act of throwing up was not the worst, but it still wasn’t pleasant. y/n knelt near the bed. She rubbed a hand on his lower back to comfort him. It was the first real intentional touch she had given him since the attack. When the content of his stomach was emptied he muttered, “I’m sorry, y/n.” y/n shook her head no and said, “You don’t have to be sorry, Aaron. It’s alright. If you can go to the bathroom to wash out your mouth, I’ll change the sheets.” Hotched avoided the puddle of vomit and moved into the adjoined bathroom. He didn’t look in the mirror as he swilled water in his mouth and down the drain. He moved to the chair y/n had just been in. It was still warm from her body heat. He watched as y/n removed the soiled bedding and replaced it with fresh sheets from the hallway closet. When the sheets were changed and she had grabbed a fresh blanket, Hotch moved back to the bed. As he sat down, the flood of emotions he had been holding back couldn’t be stopped anymore. It started with heightened breathing, but the tears came next in wave after wave and he was powerless to stop them. y/n stood close by, wringing her hands, not knowing what to do. y/n said his name, and Aaron looked up at her and he pleaded, “Can you hold me, y/n. Please.” y/n wanted to rush to him, to hold him tightly to her, to give him all the support she could, but she didn’t know if it would trigger him. Throw him back to that dark place. Aaron repeated his plea and y/n couldn’t hold back any longer. y/n slowly moved toward him. She softly, carefully wrapped her arms around his chest.” Aaron leaned forward into her and wept. When y/n was sure he was alright with this, she tightened her grip on him slightly.

Neither of them tried to speak, because what could be said? What could be said to make up for the pain, hurt, and loss? And so they stayed there like that. y/n had never seen Aaron cry. At least not like this and it spoke to the deep, deep hurt he was experiencing. y/n wondered if healing from such pain as Aaron’s existed. She knew that they had to just keep moving one foot in front of the other, but how could they do that if the ground had suddenly fallen out from under them? Not just them, but the whole team? It was painful and hard and y/n never thought that they would be here like this. But in the midst of all of this pain and hurt, she was just glad that Aaron was alive. That he was here in this space. That he had trusted her to come and rest and be. So they stayed there, and it wasn’t perfect, it might never be again, but at least they were there, together.

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no-face-no-shame · 11 months

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Ok I finally watched "T&B 2 - Rising" and I have some thoughts.

First of all, I LOVED it. Great music, cool plot and spectacular fighting sequences. One hell of a film. Not a moment that was boring.

Secondly, I'm obsessed with Fire Emblem. The way their journey of self-discovery is treated seriously. The scene where their female alter-ego is choking them on the roof, and instead of fighting back, they HUG her. It honestly brought tears to my eyes.

And then Ryan. I can't help loving him. He's awful, but I just can't get enough of him. His design, the pure charm. Absolute star. His power? I love it. And there was this one scene that really drew my attention - when he said that he knows that Barnaby sees him as the villain. It didn't mean that much in the film itself, but knowing the context (his backstory about his "friends" leaving him to die after he lost control over his power) changes everything. I couldn't help but feel bad for him. Ryan has poor understanding of other people's emotions, so he assumes the worst, and then tries to cover it with fake confidence. Not that I find that relatable, oh no. Not at all (<- his ass is lying!!!) Ryan turned out to be a surprisingly interesting character.

Overall, amazing stuff. I can't believe that it took 8 years to release the second season after "Rising" - it's such a gem! Every next piece of this franchise makes me appreciate it more. The way I literally squeaked with excitement a few times. This is the type of superhero media that make me feel like a kid again, in the best way possible.

10/10 recommended

#tiger and bunny #tiger & bunny #t&b #wild tiger #barnaby #fire emblem #golden ryan #kotetsu t. kaburagi #barnaby brooks jr.#nathan seymour #ryan goldsmith #tiger and bunny rising #faceless

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waywardblazer · 7 months

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Something to Rely On

Paring: Mikaelson Siblings x f!Reader

Warning(s): Heavy angst at the start, implied thoughts of suic!de, fluff, comfort alert!!

Word count: 2.4k

Summary/Prompt: You are struggling to fall asleep but your beloved fictional character(s) come into your room to be with you, reminding you that you are not alone.

A/N: I’ve been struggling with my mental health lately. I realised it’s been a while since I wrote a fanfic so forgive me if it’s not the best! I just decided that I would channel my current feelings into writing something fluffy. This is also for anyone out there who needs comfort from the Mikaelsons — I am very much in my TVD and Original era right now. I really enjoyed trying to make the dialogue sound as much like their characters as possible. I stuck with just the siblings bc otherwise there was too many characters for me to process so late at night.

[ Any form of interaction is appreciated, but feedback is highly recommended so I can improve and to feel an ounce of serotonin. ]

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[- gif found on tenor -]

With every passing moment, time slipped away as you lay silently in your bed. Your doona was pulled up so far that only your head popped out. You had spent the past few hours trying to fall asleep. It had mainly involved staring up at the ceiling, listening to music, mediating or scrolling through your phone for distractions. The room was even lit by red lights that were strung up across the top of the built-in wardrobe.

It was supposed to add to the serenity of the atmosphere that you had tried to create in hopes of making you sleepy. Regardless of that, nothing seemed to dull the aching pain in your body or ease the incessant little voices whispering in the back of your mind.

Everything you’ve been fighting for? It’s all worthless.

Just outside, along with tranquil silence that usually came with the night, was the sound of rain as it fell against the roof and trickled through the pipes. You could hear the wind as it softly howled in the nearby trees and through the tiny opening in your window. But still the voices whispered like ghosts just beyond the veil.

There are others who have it worse than you.

Your pain is invalid.

Stop complaining, you’re just overreacting.

No one really cares anyway.

You tried to listen to the soft music that you had been playing on your phone and focused on the feeling of the comfort that being burritoed in your blankets brought. Nevertheless, your mind seemed hellbent on breaking through that peace that you were trying to create for yourself.

You can’t rest. You’re falling behind. You’re failing.

A quiet sob left you as you curled in on yourself protectively. The feeling that you won’t make it was almost crushing, like a boulder that you couldn’t carry.

You’re responsible. It’s all your fault.

You deserve to suffer.

Your friends and family always tried to remind you that they were there for you, and that they loved you. But you always second guessed and doubted their word. It didn’t help when they evidently let you down.

No one could see. You never let them see the worst of you. That darkness inside of you, the darkness that constantly threatened to pull you under. To drown you. The darkness that meant hope was continuously ripped from your grasp.

You’re a burden to those around you and there is nowhere in the world where you belong.

You choked on another sob, the tears that ran down your cheeks now stained your pillow. At this point the world around you seemed to no longer exist. You hated this feeling. Despite trying to tell yourself that it was temporary and that tomorrow would be better. You wanted it to end. But really who could blame you? With all this pain. You felt as though there was no escape. You were tired of it and didn’t want to hurt anymore.

You are and always will be alone.

An unexpected but gentle knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts for the first time that night. You roughly wiped the tears from your eyes, forcing yourself to quickly try and suppress your crying. After all, you didn’t want anyone to see that pain. You peeked your head out from under the doona, watching as the door opened. You expected one of your parents but a tall man with a red henley and black jacket appeared, poking his head into your room.

“Hello love.”

“K-Klaus?” You whimpered, unable to hide the initial confusion.

He gave you a gentle smile as he hovered in the doorway, not wanting to come in without your permission. “Are you alright?” You could hear the concern through his thick British accent as he spoke.

You hesitated. The part of you that didn’t want to allow anyone to see the pain you were in threatened to deny the Hybrid’s help and push him away. However, that teeny tiny voice inside of you that wanted to be found spoke up. Help me. You shook your head as you hugged the soft toy you were holding closer to your chest. It was taking every ounce of strength you had not to break down in front of him.

Klaus finally let himself into your room and wandered over to sit down on the edge of your bed. He could basically sense the anguish you felt. You know he could. You could see it. In his dark blue-green eyes was a look that was buried deep within the centuries of emotions, in a place hidden from the world, a look that told you he truly understood the pain you were in.

“I just…want it to stop.” You whispered, unable to meet his gaze as you fought to hold back the tears.

“I know you do love, I know.” He acknowledged, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and whispered, “take a breath and close your eyes.”

Without question, you did as you were told. Allowing your eyes to close and at the same time, take a deep breath. You exhaled slowly, feeling your heart rate as it steadied. The original hybrid’s presence was surprisingly comforting.

“Now I want you to listen to me very carefully, love.” Klaus whispered soothingly. “I know you fear that the pain and darkness will consume you. Throughout my time I have discovered that our minds have a way of torturing us in an attempt to push us over the edge so that we are forced to succumb to our demons. Making us monsters. I let that darkness control me. But you mustn’t. You must continue to hold on, for me. Because in the face of such despair, your strength will prevail. I’ve seen it. You are so much stronger than you believe yourself to be.”

Klaus inhaled as if he was about to continue but a noise caused you to open your eyes. You both turned to see who now stood in the doorway.

“Forgive me for the intrusion.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Elijah,” you said.

Needless to say you knew exactly who he was. Just by the way he held himself. So composed. With his calm demeanour yet somehow managed a commanding presence. The way he spoke so poetically and of course the unmistakable trademark outfit, his suit.

“Y/N.” Elijah began, lifting his hand to lean against the doorframe. It was obvious that he had been listening in with his vamp-hearing. “I implore you not to give up on this fight.”

“Thank you Elijah! You just ruined a perfectly good speech.” Klaus huffed sarcastically.

It made you chuckle.

Elijah sighed and stepped into the room. “Niklaus, I kindly ask you to be quiet.” He demanded politely as he fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve. He then turned back to look at you. “Y/N, your life may be a mere blip compared to our immortal lives. But, if I am not mistaken that is simply a reason worth fighting for. Let me tell you that in the numerous centuries I’ve been alive, I have always found there to be profound moments that outweigh the unpleasant and quite often tedious affairs of one’s existence. Living can be euphoric. I give you my word. But you cannot begin to experience those moments if you have given up on your hope.” He paused, acknowledging his sister’s presence without looking. “Isn’t that right Rebekah?”

“You’re always right Elijah. Who am I to argue with that?” You glanced over to where the young blonde haired Original Vampire walked in with a cocky smile. “Want a little piece of advice Y/N? Don’t listen to Nik, and never doubt Elijah’s wisdom.”

Klaus rolled his eyes at his little sister’s words.

You sat up, then manoeuvred yourself so you were leaning against him. The hybrid shrouded you in a warm hug andlooked down at you with a gentle smile. You returned it with your own grateful smile. His words had been exactly what you’d needed to hear and you didn’t want him to think otherwise.

“Oh come on, surely we are allowed to doubt the almighty wisdom of our noble brother.” Kol jested as he came in and flopped down on the floor, leaning against the side of your bed, looking up at you with his adorably mischievous grin.

Elijah slowly motioned his hands outwards with a look of slight offence. “Please, by all means, enlighten me brother.”

Kol just raised his hands in mocked surrender.

Rebekah stroked your hair fondly and scoffed at her brother’s bickering. “Ignore them, my lovely, you are allowed to feel the way you do. You don’t always have to be strong. It’s okay to cry and be vulnerable. The pain you are going through is always worth hearing about if it’s hurting you.” She motioned to her brothers. “None of us wish to see you tormented. Allow us to be something you rely on.”

You couldn’t help but smile as her words pulled on your heart strings in a way that made you feel heard. It was a really nice thing to hear coming from Rebekah. To know that it was okay to feel not okay. And your pain was valid.

“Yeah as if we are the best examples of sharing our vulnerability.” Freya chimed in half jokingly as she joined them, earning a grin from the youngest Original.

“I don’t know what you’re all talking about, I’m great at being vulnerable.” Kol declared, crossing his arms over his chest and repositioning himself to be more comfortable.

“Are you to call yourself emotional?” Rebekah asked with a smirk.

Kol scoffed and threw one of your stuffed toys at her. “Of course not!”

Freya stifled a laugh and the younger Mikaelson picked up a book from your shelf, launching it at her. The witch yelped and raised her hands to protect herself. Luckily Elijah single-handedly caught the book mid air without so much as a hint of vampire speed.

“Children please, Kol enough.” He scolded calmly with a sigh, placing the book down on the nearby desk. He looked as though he was considering taking a dagger and driving it into Kol’s heart himself.

To be fair it was way too late for the usual family squabble but you were thankfully well entertained by the Mikaelson’s shenanigans.

Fortunately for Elijah, Kol made no effort to continue an argument and instead crossed his arms again with a huff as though he was sulking in response to being berated by his brother. Klaus grinned. At least he wasn’t the one being told off this time.

Finn poked his head in, having probably noticed and heard his siblings gathering in one room. You caught his watchful eye and offered him a smile. His presence alone was enough.

Elijah took the moment of silence to turn his attention back to you, with his mesmerising green eyes. “All things considered, we simply wish for you to know that your best is all you should ask of yourself.”

Freya scooted closer. “That’s right, you should be proud of how far you’ve come. We sure as hell are proud of you, sweetheart.” She told you in her gentle, almost motherly way.

“You’re on the right path, darling, trust me.” Kol claimed, grinning as he reached up and poked your side playfully causing you giggle.

Elijah smiled and then gestured for his youngest brother to move, taking his spot at your bedside. He took your hands in his. “I need you to give me your word that you’ll always keep fighting.”

You knew he wasn’t testing you. The way he held your gaze unwaveringly and despite the calm composure, there was that air of importance in the way that he spoke his words.

“You have my word Elijah.”

This appeared to satisfy him because he nodded and stepped away after that.

Once he did, you noticed how the crushing emotional pain that had been affecting your sleep earlier had now been lifted and you were left with a feeling of calmness. A wave of exhaustion washed over you. Klaus must've noticed the shift in weight against him because he shared a knowing look with Elijah before he carefully picked you up and set you back in your bed, tucking you in properly so you were comfortable. Sort of like a father would a child.

“You are not alone Y/N.” Finn finally spoke up, having caught onto the point of this gathering.

You softly smiled, mouthing a quiet thank you before your focus returned to the original hybrid.

Niklaus then leant down so he could whisper to you once again. “Tonight you’ll sleep. You’ll remember that you are safe, needed and loved. You’ll be comforted by the notion that wherever you are, we are with you.”

You smiled sleepily as you looked over at the Mikaelsons. Your heart once again filled with hope. Each one of them had changed your life in ways they would never understand. A yawn escaped you. Elijah took that as a cue to silently usher his siblings out of the room, leaving you alone with Klaus.

Your eyes grew heavy and your efforts to keep them open were short lived as they eventually closed. As you slowly drifted off to sleep you heard Klaus speak his final words to you.

“Never forget that you are a Mikaelson, my little wolf. I love you, always and forever.”

#this is sorta chaotic and idk what’s happening #they’re just there to comfort you really #haven’t written a fanfic in a long longgg time so forgive me if it’s bad #mikaelson family #mikaelson siblings x reader #the mikaelsons #the mikaelson siblings #you gotta love them come on!#wayward fics #waywardblazer

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halotopicecream · 2 years

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hi there~

first of all I love your works and those you recommend they’re amazing <3

second in case if you take requests, I am leaving you one just in case

how about a dom!wooyoung x fem!reader where you get promoted as his secretary as he becomes the new CEO of a company and eventually try to catch his attention more (without knowing that you already did)?

-𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: CEO!Jung Wooyoung x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol, workplace…au?, smut, fluff bc I’m a soft bitch, co-workers 2 lovers

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: mutual pinning (sorta), Wooyoung is a panty thief, seducing, uh, idk what else, tell me what I should add

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: with the new being the new CEO’s secretary came with a lot of baggage and responsibilities. That baggage was dealing with how painfully attractive he was, and the responsibility was keeping yourself from kissing him whenever you saw him.

𝐅𝐚𝐪: Tysm I really appreciate the support and the request🥹 I hope it came out to your liking! Just know I don’t know much about office work and stuff, imma costumer service gal so it may not seem accurate but I’m going off of what I saw in the three episodes of the office I watched. I like… can’t write just pork with zero build up. I struggle. So this is a lot longer than I thought it would be but I hope you like it! This is honestly kinda shitty but hey, I tried😅 NOT PROOFREAD

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, dom!wooyoung, sub!reader, choking, dirty talk, reader gets called “slut “whore”, vaginal fingering, praise-ish, degration but not really, no safe word but consent checks (I’m barley awake spear me) vague aftercare (bc they’re at work) tell me if I used anything.

You wouldn’t say you were an attention seeker, because you weren’t. Usually having attention was something you’d avoid when you could. But when it came to the new CEO, all you wanted was for him to look at you.

Jung Wooyoung, an Adonis of a man who carried himself with so much confidence you felt your knees go weak being around him. You weren’t the type of girl to go out of her way to grab someone attention, but with Wooyoung, all of that changed.

“Sajangnim? I’ve got some papers for you to sign here before your meeting with Changbin tomorrow morning.” You said, placing the stack of papers on the desk in front of him, squeezing your arms against your chest so they would pop out in his face.

Wooyoung hummed in response, eyes trained on your breasts before he looked away, violently blinking. You stood up straight, giving him an innocent smile that definitely didn’t match your actions to him the whole day, and bowed respectfully.

“If you need anything or anymore information on the meeting you know I’m only a call away.” You turned around to walk out of the room, but Wooyoungs voice kept you from leaving. “Y/n, come here.” Your heart dropped to your stomach.

Gulping, you turned back around to face him, trying your best to hide how anxious you were. You’ve never heard Wooyoung speak like that before, especially not to you. He was always playful and sweet, and that’s why you liked him so much.

So hearing this demanding, almost angry tone made your skin prickle with anxiety.

“Y-yes sir?” His face was settled in a deep frown before he nodded to the door. “Lock it.” The anxious feeling turned into butterflies. Would you finally have your feelings returned?

You turned around to lock the door before facing him once again, and his expression morphed from a serious look, to a teasing smirk. Your whole body heated up, somehow knowing you were royally fucked.

Literally.

Resting his elbow against the desk, Wooyoung beckoned you over with a curl of his finger, eyes dark and leaving you breathless. “Come here, pretty girl.” He breathed, a soft tilt of his head more enchanting than anything you’ve ever seen any other man do.

You took a shaky breath before making your way over to the desk, standing in front of it, still a feet away from him. Wooyoung pushed his rolling leather chair away from the desk, patting his thigh while never breaking eye contact with you.

At this point you couldn’t control your body, and you’d stood completely still, unable to control your racing mind, heart and… literally anything else.

The smirk he wore fell slightly, a disappointed look replacing it, and you felt the odd need to change that. For some reason, you wanted to make him proud, to hear him praise you.

So, with an new need to please, you walked around the desk to stand Min front of Wooyoung, and his frown quickly changed into a smirk. You liked that look better than his frown. He took your hand in his, interlocking your fingers before pulling you closer to him.

“Can you tell me something?” His voice was smooth as honey, and you didn’t even realize you nodded your head. You were completely wrapped around this make finger. You knew it, and he knew it. And Wooyoung, oh he loved it.

Having a secretary who’s so helpful, easy to get along with, and so fucking hot.

“I want you to tell me how you feel about me. Tell me everything.” He smirked, voice turning into a slight growl at the end. Your breath hitched, goosebumps following the trail his fingers made up your arm.

“What… what do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean, doll. I see how you look at me, how you clench your thighs and how you try and get my attention by “accidentally” flashing me. But I want to hear it come out you pretty mouth. So tell me yeah?” His pupils were blown wide, eyes almost black if it weren’t for the florescent light showing the remaining brown.

You were frozen, heart hammering in your chest and you know your absolutely positively crazy for him. Wooyoungs palm met your cheek, tilting your head down to look at him. “Is this ok?” The eyes that were once filled with nothing but lust now held concern, and your heart melted.

He did care. Maybe this just wasn’t about lust. Maybe there’s something more. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking, and all this is is a quick fuck for him.

But there was something in his eyes that said something different.

You covered his hand with yours, smiling at him before placing a kiss on his palm. Wooyoung blushed, heart hammering even quicker at your soft display. “It is. I’m ok, sir, I want this too.”

“Wooyoung, yeah? I want you to call me Wooyoung when we’re alone.” He caressed your cheek, slowly lowering your body down to sit on his thick thigh.

God, his thighs. The tight pants he wore always made them pop.

You nodded, resting your hands on his shoulders. “Now, tell me doll, would you? I wanna know what goes on in pretty head.” His hands rub up and down your sides, squeezing them gently. You were hesitant, too embarrassed to let him know what you thought about him and what he could do to you.

His grip on your sides grew tighter, eyebrow cocking up as though he was saying ‘well, I’m waiting’, and you could feel your body get warmer and warmer. “I… I think about b-being good for you.” His cock twitched in his pants.

“Oh? You think about being good for me when you walk around practically shoving your tits in my face like a slut? That doesn’t seem good to me.” He scoffed, letting his hands trail down and gripping your ass tightly. You gasped, letting out a quiet whimper that did not get past Wooyoungs ears.

“Mm, you like that? Like when I call you a little attention hungry slut? My little attention whore?” He pulled you closer, making your centers run against each other to create sweet friction. You let out a whine while Wooyoung groaned, pulling you again and again against him.

“Keep telling me what you think about, I wanna hear all about it.” His hands worked their way under your skirt, pausing for a moment to give you a chance to back away. But you did the opposite. You bucked your hips closer to his hand, behind him to finally touch you like you’ve been hoping.

“I think you’d have really pretty moans. Y-you look like a pretty moaner. I-I think about how you’d look between my t-thighs,” mm, Wooyoung would give his soul to be between your gorgeous thighs. “And I-I think about ridding you, because I think y-your thighs are really nice.” Oh he knew that already.

There’s been more than one (three, to be exact) occasion where Wooyoung may have overheard you talking to yourself about how much you love his thighs, and he may or may not have fed into that by wearing tighter pants to see you drool over him. He may have done that, but you’d have to ask yourself to see if it’s really true.

Wooyoung hummed, pleased with what he was hearing and finally loosing his patience, moving your panties off to the side and sliding one of his fingers into your wet heat. You mewled, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

That was the last thing Wooyoung wanted. He wanted to hear you, to make you beg for him so prettily like he knows you can. But there wasn’t enough time for that, he’d take his time next time.

“Mm I need you to moan for me doll, I need to hear your slutty little sounds.” He added another finger, pushing them as seek as they could go at the odd angle before curling them, grazing your g-spot.

“F-fuck! Wooyoung please!” You whined, burying your face in his neck and moaning into the skin, letting out all of your sounds muffled right next to his ear. He loved that, having you moan so sweetly right into his ear for only him to hear.

The sound your pussy was making as he messily fingered your flew completely over your head, mind completely held by the pleasure you were feeling. A third finger was added, stretching your pussy so well you almost felt like crying.

As he fingered you, Wooyoung caressed your back, the soothing gesture doing more for the pleasure than you thought it would. In a mindless haze you leant away from his neck to connect your lips, moaning into his mouth.

Wooyoung let out a groan, squeezing it your ass cheek tightly as he held you still. He licked at your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you happily gave him. Wooyoung slid his eager tongue into your mouth, leaving no crevice untouched by his tongue.

You rocked your hips against his hand, the knot in your stomach building and building until you were sure you were going to snap. So you pulled away from the dark haired males lips, panting against them as you thighs shook.

“Fuck ‘m so close Woo, pleasepleaseplease let me cum— I-I need it please, I promise I’ll be such an good girl for you!” You begged, gripping his hair harder than you could control, only for him to let a sweet moan.

Wooyoung chuckled, trailing kisses along your neck and leaving a few marks for onlookers to see before speeding up the thumb he had placed on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to that sweet euphoria.

“Go on doll, he a good slut and cum all over my fingers.” He groaned, bottom lip tightly tucked between his teeth as he hid his own excitement. You whined, grinding down onto his hand to ouch his fingers deeper than they already were.

A few more thrusts of his hand sent you over the edge, spasming on his lap and probably leaving a stain on his pants. Wooyoung thumbed at your clit a little more, helping you ride out your orgasm before removing his hands from your heart, spreading all three of his fingers to admire how slick they were.

His eyes found yours, filled with nothing but lust and want as he opened his lips, sliding his fingers into his mouth one by one, licking your juices off. His shoulders slumped and he let out a pleased groan, flossing his eyes and enjoying the taste.

You became flustered at his lack of shame, choosing to lower your gaze to the small piece of stomach you could see through his shirt. Wooyoung chuckled, holding your face in his hand before guiding you to his lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth, letting you taste yourself in his tongue.

His hands wandered away from your face to your blouse, playing with the buttons before he paused, pulling away from your lips. “Is it ok if I take this off of you?” You eagerly nod.

“I need words, doll.”

“Yes. Yes you can take it off, please.” You were hot, so so hot it was almost unbearable. But being around Wooyoung did that to you.

Once he got consent he started popping open your buttons slowly to make you grow impatient. He wanted you to he a mess by the time he stuck his cock inside of you, and the best way to do that was take it slow until you broke down.

The final button popped open, and Wooyoung had a front row seat (well, technically HE was the seat, but it’s not important rn) to see your dark blue lace bra, and he waisted no time cupping them. You reached behind yourself to unhook the bra and it fell off of your shoulders, falling onto the ground and leaving Woo the perfect view of your breasts.

He let out an appreciative hum, pinching your perked nipples between his fingers and tweaking them, chuckling at the needy sounds you let out. “Y-you’re so mean Woo.”

“Yeah, I am.” In a quick motion he stood up off of the seat, planting your feet on the ground before bending you over his desk. He flipped your skirt up, planting a firm smack accords your ass cheeks. You let out a yelp which turned into a whine. “Sorry doll, couldn’t help it.” He placed an apology kiss on your cheeks before sliding your panties down your legs, pocketing them.

He started to remove his shirt, setting it behind him to lay across the leather chair and tugged his suit pants and boxers down to his mid thigh, just enough for his leaning cocky to pop out.

You could feel yourself starting to drool at the sight, so you swallowed, pushing your hips back to urge him to hurry. “W-we don’t have all day, Woo. We’re still at work…” he hummed, prodding your entrance with his red tip with a smirk, loving down responsive you are.

“Oh I know doll,” he leant down, making his top push fully into you, making you gasp out. “Which is why you’re going to be quiet for me, hm?” Before you could manage a response he was pushing into you, grabbing your jaw and connecting your lips to drown out your shrieks of pleasure. He slowly bottomed out inside of you, letting you feel every ripple and vein on his cock.

He stretched you out so good, you felt your control over your voice slip away with every second. Wooyoung waited for you to adjust to his size, hissing every time you clenched around him.

“Please… please move.” You begged, voice high with need and impatience. Wooyoung bit his lip, holding in his own sounds of pleasure so he could hear you. “Whatever you want doll.” Slowly, his hips stared to move, giving you the stimulation you’ve been needing this whole time.

His hips snapped against yours, shaking the desk and he picked up his pace. Wooyoung wrapped his hand around your neck, pulling you up so your back connected to his chest. He picked up the pace, and the new angle hit the soft spot inside of you.

“Oh f-fuck— right there!” You nearly screamed, reaching back to tangle your fingers through his dark hair, tugging on it to ground yourself. Wooyoung chocked on his own breath, letting out one of the moans he was holding in.

“God fucking—hah. You f-feel so good. ‘M not gonna last much—ah — longer.” He whined, eyes rolling into the back of his head before he buried his face in your neck, bitting into the flesh to muffle his own needy sounds.

Your cunt spasmed around him, sucking him in deeper and drawing the both of you closer to your highs. His hand moves down to your core, middle finger landing on your pleasure button before rubbing quick circles on it, whispering sweet rods into your ear to push you closer.

“Come on doll, cum all over me. Wanna feel y-you squeeze me so hard I can barley move, so I can fill you up with my cum huh? G-god you’re so fucking tight I can barley hold b-back.” He huffed, sweat trailing down his forehead. Wooyoungs hips lost their rhythm, and you just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“‘M cumming! Fuckfuckfuck— ah!” If Wooyoung wasn’t holding you right now you would have fallen over, but he held on, lower your body onto the desk as he chased his orgasm.

“Almost there baby, so f-fucking close— ngh— oh fuck ‘m cumming! Fuck! Can I cum inside of you? Is t-that ok?” He asked, bitting his lip to hold back.

“Yes! Yes please cum in me!” You moaned, using the remainder of your strength to clench around him as right as you could, pushing him over the edge.

“O-oh fuck!” He stilled his hips against yours, and you could feel the thick, hot ropes of cum shooting inside of you. As he came down, Wooyoung bucked his hips a few more times, making sure he was completely empty before pulling out of you.

He caught you in his arms when you went limp, moving his clothes from the leather chair to sit you in it. Wooyoung reached into his drawers and pulled out wipes, using them to clean your body, apologizing when he went over a sensitive spot. Once you were clean he cleaned himself before throwing the wipes away, coming back over to lead you to the couch he had placed in the room. You relaxed against it, catching your breath and steadying your mind.

Wooyoung helped dress you, cleaning up where your make-up was messy and redoing it. You were honestly impressed that he knew how to do make/up before you noticed he wore some himself. He grabbed you a bottle of water, twisting the cap open and hanging it to you for you to drink. You thanked him, not noticing how soft his eyes were.

The room was silence for a moment before he finally said something. “So, uhm… I know we technically missed a few steps,” he chuckled awkwardly, sitting next you. “But I really wanted to ask if you would go out on a date with me? Y-you don’t have to if it’s not what you want and maybe you did just want the sex, but I still wanted to—“ you shut him up with a gentle, chaste kiss, hoping that some of it would answer his question for him. Almost instantly he returned it, grabbing the back of your head to deepen it

You were first to pull away, pecking his nose with a smile. “I’d love to go out with you, Wooyoung.” You said, taking his hand in yours and playing with the rings on his fingers. His eyes visibly brightened, completely different from the dark look you saw earlier.

The both of you sat there for a moment longer, enjoying each other company before something broke the peace. “Uh, hello? Can I come in?” And that, sounded like it was time for you to leave. As you stood up and collected your things, Wooyoung pulled you in for another kiss, smirking when he could feel the heat radiating off of your body.

But it wasn’t only that, something else was missing.

“Hey uhm… where my underwear?” Silence, before Wooyoungs loud laugh broke it. He dug into his pocket, pulling out the dark pair before shrugging, placing them back. Your eyes went wide, mouth falling agape while trying to form words. Woo chuckled, kissing your cheek before shooing you off with a pat on your ass.

“So, how does this Saturday at four sound?”

©️HaloTopIceCream 2022

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez x reader #atz #jung wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung x reader #wooyoung #jung wooyoung smut #x reader

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brwnicons · 2 years

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Tilo, if I can tempt you just a bit, what do think about this idea: Jesse and Asa with their spouse who can manipulate people and things with their mind? Like telekinesis but more distructive and dangerous

☆ Totally tempted with your requests! As always, seeing you around brings a smile to my face <3 ☆

-> Summary: Jesse x Asa x GN!Reader with telekinesis.

I think Reader's gender is not specified. Romantic, Poly relationship.

-> Warnings / Triggers: Mentions of killing, torture, sexual innuendos (everything is SFW). Nothing is too explicit but, howhever, I recommend you not reading it if you're sensible.

Please, tell me if you find any mistake!

▪︎They both sure know how to appreciate a rare specimen

▪︎They LOVE to see you in action. The way your eyes turn blank and your voice commanding as your victim's face pales and starts trembling. They're literally head over heels within a second.

▪︎Jesse is really turned on with it, he begs you to use it on him (please, DON'T). This man has hundreds of kinks and by not doing one of them he's not going to die I promise you. Not in the mood for writing explicit stuff right now, sorry!

▪︎Asa, on the other hand, just needs a second to put a knife on your throat and grunt a low "Don't you fucking dare" in your ear if you mention the mind controlling him thing.

▪︎If you're fine with killing they'll be more than happy to bring you with them, enjoying every one of your tactics. You help them and they can watch you work, it's a win-win deal.

-> Helping Asa

▪︎Asa loves bringing you to his night plans, whether it's catching his new pet or torturing the ones he already has.

▪︎This way you can help also him try his new traps

▪︎The fact that you can order the unwanted ones to kill themselves in the most macabre ways and they will always obey.

▪︎And how you can make them scream and beg for their life between whimpers without even laying a finger on them

▪︎Or how you will always defend him, no matter if you need to throw knives directly to his enemy's head or just taking them into the air and choke them to die while they swing their legs for nothing.

▪︎It always has him smirking under his mask as he watches every show with bright eyes.

-> Helping Jesse

▪︎It's hard to convince Jesse to bring you to his job, but if you insist for weeks he'll end up accepting.

▪︎He prefers to have you in the back, watching, so you don't get hurt by accident.

▪︎In the killing part he is more reluctant to your presence but, in the chasing part, he adores your help

▪︎The way you can grab people using your power and drag them to you as if they're tied to an invisible string. Marvelous.

▪︎But, please, leave the killing part to him. As much as he loves your work he does enjoy having his fun too.

-> Saving their asses

▪︎It wouldn't be the first time you save their asses from the police.

▪︎Whenever a police detective is close to their hideout or to their identity, you are quick to remove both their memories and their existence.

▪︎On one ocassion, Jesse made some mistakes with a victim due to his urgency and the person ended up escaping. They reached the nearest police station and, because of the help of judges and the international police, they became an untouchable and unapproachable person.

Jesse's identity and life were in danger but, as soon as he told Asa and you, you headed to where the victim resided with fierce eyes.

It didn't take much to kill every cop around and make a nightmare out of everyone's life around. Then, you ordered the victim to follow you and so you gave them to Asa without hesitation. He surely would have fun with them.

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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BakuDeku \\ Jealous Bakugo

SFW

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked are mine.

All are SFW … still read AO3 tags.

Art not mine … by Chris t {twitter}.

Note: If you read any of these works and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

That’s Mine! by WriterKichi

Summary: For Valentine's Day, Izuku decides to make two batches of chocolate for Katsuki and Rody. But when Izuku gives Rody his chocolate, he doesn’t expect a certain blond to get pissed off about it.

{One Shot}

Shirtless Shenanigans by ivoreverie

Summary: Izuku forgets his gym uniform in his dorm room and works out shirtless. Everyone notices.

His boyfriend isn't happy about that.

— — —

OR Izuku is very modest and refused to work out without a shirt on until today. The Bakusquad decides to let him know that the view is very much appreciated

One Shot | UA Students

pretty in nude by rollingchibi

Summary: He doesn't think it's too much to ask for. It doesn't seem like it. And yet, here he is, feeling like he's drowning, suffocating, watching as those eyes that used to follow him everywhere look somewhere else because he's not--

He's not--

Enough.

Not anymore.

One Shot | Third Year au

Heart-Shaped Distractions by DMMegsie

Summary: To Bakugou Katsuki, Valentine's day was a waste of time.

Giving people an excuse to be all lovey dovey in public, wasting money on things that would long be forgotten in the weeks to come.

That was, until he entered his second year classroom to see the eyesore around him.

{One Shot}

Katsuki's Green Eyed Monster by SJ_Gray

Summary: Katsuki didn't realize how much he'd missed Deku's smile, until it wasn't just for him anymore.

{One Shot}

dating advice by mamalade

Summary: "Well, I, um… You see, Kacchan, I had a question about… well…!" Izuku looks down nervously, though his eyes catch at the bottom hem of her skirt where it just barely brushes against the thin material of her black stockings. When he glances back up, his face is so red that she can barely see his freckles.

"Have you ever had a crush on someone?" He's finally able to choke out.

---

Or, Izuku is more popular than Katsuki thought. But he only has eyes for her.

One Shot | Female Bakugo

What are the odds of you loving me? by neva_writes

Summary: That time when Katsuki, despite being utterly in love with Izuku, believes that being his roomate and best friend is enough.

Until Deku starts dating an extra.

One Shot | Aged-Up | Pro Hero au

I dodge the blast and apologize for collateral damage by DistantMothmanNoises

Summary: “There’s an open bar in the next room. They have something a little stronger than champagne. Would you like a drink?”

“Holy shit.” Jirou sounded both amazed and a little amused. Katsuki didn’t share either sentiment. “That was both fast and not what I expected. Good job, Midoriya.”

— — —

OR There's an undercover mission where a villain hits on Izuku, and Katsuki isn't happy about it. Shenanigans ensue.

One Shot | Aged-Up | Pro Hero au

Too far away by CrunchySnow

Summary: Katsuki isn’t happy about how things went down in Otheon, feeling left out by Izuku. But he has a hard time admitting it and especially confronting the nerd with it to sort things out.

{One Shot}

Cuddles by Moonlight07

Summary: Basically Katsuki wants to cuddle with Izuku

One Shot | UA Students

Fireworks by chancellorxofxtrash

Summary: Fact of the matter was, Katsuki wasn’t the only person Deku admired.

{One Shot}

Spreading Rumors by huliganships

Summary: Izuku has a secret admirer and Katsuki is not okay with it.

One Shot | UA Students

Racing by Sonday

Summary: A rando extra has a crush on Izuku and Katsuki fucking hates it.

Like clockwork, an annoying voice burst into the peace of the otherwise empty living room, coming from the entrance behind the couch.

“Izuku-kun!!”

Katsuki opened his eyes and saw a burst of blue hair as Aoi tackled Izuku in a hug from behind, over the back of the couch. Izuku wah’d in surprise, jerking forward as Nakayama Aoi leaned in to look at what he was reading, then froze when he finally saw Katsuki.

Katsuki glared up at him, curling a lip. “Do you fucking mind?”

{One Shot}

Retroactive by EnduringParadox

Summary: "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Are you going to fight every person Midoriya's kissed?" Hitoshi asked.

Bakugou's eyes narrowed. "You calling my boyfriend a slut?"

Oh, goddamn it. Hitoshi felt a migraine coming on. Exasperated, he said, "No, Midoriya's my friend, and he can kiss whoever he wants. Why he's decided to just limit himself to you is beyond me."

The frown on Bakugou's face deepened. "Think you're funny? Let's fight, I said. No quirks, just hand-to-hand. Winner is Izuku's first kiss."

"I take it back. That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

---

Hitoshi's morning is interupted by a furious Bakugou, who's learned that Hitoshi was his boyfriend's first kiss. He challenges Hitoshi to quirkless, hand-to-hand combat to decide whose kiss takes precedence.

{One Shot}

A Challenger Appears by ramsbkdkcomics

Summary: "Oh, so is Midoriya really seeking a relationship like that then?" And for the first time, there's a crack in Kota's impassive stance. Vulnerability. But also a glimmer of something excited- hopeful.

"I don't give a shit, but if Deku were, hypothetically, looking for a relationship," and Bakugou would be the first to know if he was, as well as the first to line up, and also suspiciously the only one alive in line. "He definitely wouldn't be trying anything with some shitty high schooler." Bakugou sneers, not even attempting to mask the distaste in his tone.

"So stick your obvious fanboy crush up someone else's ass, okay?"

Complete | 3 Chapters | Pro Hero au

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sapphicblight · 1 year

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3, 13, 41, 49 and 50 please? Love your writing and would love to know more 💖💖💖

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

insecurity is a big one i’d say. it’s one of my favorite topics to read about in fics too so naturally it made its way into my writing. we’re not gonna look too deeply into how that relates to my own insecurities and journey into learning to love myself, shhhh. crying is also a theme too, because i want my characters to suffer but i also want them to be able to let it out, give them that release shdjfg

as for smut specific details, crying is once again a thing?? ok sure 😅 and overstimulation too, even in the v first smut i ever wrote (your body’s a tether), though the first time i properly went in on that was for eat bathe (make) love where the entire second and third chapter pete is just overstimulated to hell and back. sorry buddy sdbhf

also — im still learning how to write bdsm and kinda chickened out of realllly exploring it for my past fics, so i just kinda stuck to choking and spanking for most of my vp sex scenes, and in the case of intrinsically i actually kind of regret that (the spanking especially, in hindsight i just don’t think it fits the tone and what the characters would do / need right then)

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

ooooh shit i actually rly need to think about this one. idk does abo count? shdnjfk i used to read it sort of almost accidentally, not really realizing what i was getting into with that till much later, back when i used to read a lot of sterek fanfiction (and some destiel too). very occasionally an author will do a lot of legwork with worldbuilding and sell me on it for that fic specifically, but in general i havent been into abo or mpreg themes (not counting a ftm trans character in that — the thing i dislike reading is mpreg that can’t occur irl) for a few years now.

i also used to be more into aus that had nothing to do w canon, like high school aus and (for stuff like merlin) modern aus, which is funny bc i wrote a college au and am now writing a historical au w luna, but i never said i wasn’t a hypocrite hdnjgh — but yeah nowadays i almost exclusively read canon-compliant, canon-divergent, or post-canon fics. i came here for these characters in this setting usually, so then that’s what i seek more of 🤷‍♀️

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

oooh there are MANY. there are some authors whose writing styles have my brain zooming with envy but mostly just so much appreciation and enjoyment. some of my very favorites tend to be angsty fics, and angst is just my go to vibe and genre to read, so while i have many favorites that are more happy or humorous, i'm going to specifically shout out two of the angstiest pete-centric ones that made my chest ache with emotion as i read them: milk teeth by constitutiondumpstat; and only the heart knows. by evashougouki (i still havent gotten around to their recent 20k words pete fic nothing. that i just know is going to break me so good. i rly need to get on that asap but consider this a pre-emptive shoutout to that for probably changing my brain chemistry once i read it as well)

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

ohoho well for snippets of the prohibition au i recommend checking luna’s twitter or tumblr, she’s posted a few already!

so instead i’ll post a slightly redacted snippet from the 4th chapter of my mobwife au (‘ultraviolet disguise’, a canon-divergent au where pete never got recruited as bodyguard but ends up caught up in mafia bullshit anyway when he starts dating a mafia don named ‘hwan’ who vegas has been trying to take down for a while now)

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

hmmmm. i think i’ll take this opportunity to grab question 48 (What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?) and plug @lu-sn’s discotheque rouge which just got a second chapter that makes me want to live inside her specific brand of post-canon vegaspete 💕

#THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME NUMBERS!!!!!#and so many too omg #tumblr ate my first answer so i drafted the second in my notes and am praying all the links and @s are functioning as they should #thank you again!!!!!#text #writing #ask #fic rec #fic recs

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 2 years

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More incorrect quotes, this time with the dynamic duo of Chris and Carl. I know I don't talk about my ocs much, and I'd appreciate if you gave them a chance even if you usually only follow me for my fnaf sun and moon stuff. Essentially Chris is a quiet, serious bookworm and Carl is an extroverted goofball, and they have a really fun friendship. Note that I LOVE asks, so if you have any questions about certain things, even if it is just general questions because you don't know their names or whatever, it means so much to me really. :)

Chris: Carl... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Carl: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Chris: Chris: I wrote sanitize, Carl.

Carl: Happy October 32nd! Second Halloween! Chris: That doesn't exist. Carl: Not with that attitude.

Carl: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead!

Chris: So, she kissed me. Carl: And you kissed her back? Chris: No, I kissed her mouth.

Carl: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

Chris: Damn, the power went out. Carl: Don’t worry, I got this. Carl: *stomps foot* Chris: What-? Carl: *Sketchers light up*

Chris: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium* Carl: Chris, what did you think a tiger shark was?

Chris: Hey, aren’t you Carl? Carl: You a cop? Chris: No. Carl: Then yes, I am.

(basically how they met /hj)

*out grocery shopping* Carl: *takes a free sample twice* Carl: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

Carl: Next time I'm at the pet store, I'm gonna take a hamster and drop it in the scorpion cage. I wanna see what a hamster's face looks like when it goes, "oh, fuck."

Chris: Did you like the food I made? Carl: No, not really. Chris: But I put my heart and soul into it! Carl: No wonder it tastes so cold and dead.

( “be happy your kitchen is still intact”)

Chris: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry? Carl: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.

Chris: You know what I’ve realized? Carl: Some thoughts are better left unsaid? Chris: Nice try, anyways-

Chris: If I stay in bed I'll be warm. If I get in the shower, I'll also be warm. But the distance between the bed and shower? No. That is not warm.

Carl: Why are you like this?? Chris: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

(This is concerningly accurate lmao.)

Carl: I’m scared that when you become rich and famous you’ll be embarrassed by me. Chris: Oh Carl, I’m already embarrassed by you.

(Chris, the master comforter)

Chris: My only talent is being stress. Carl: Don't you mean stressed? Chris: No.

(Being a workaholic does that to ya)

Carl: Chris, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor. Chris: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

(I love how I got this one both for Sun/Moon AND my ocs, and in both instances they fit perfectly on the first go. Every duo has that one person that never looks out for their own well being ig)

Chris: *seductively takes off glasses* Chris: Wow... Carl: *blushes* Haha... what? Chris: You're really fucking blurry.

(I don’t ship these two- though Carl is gay- but I thought the glasses thing was funny and fit Chris well as he... well can’t see shit without glasses)

Carl: Would you like something to drink? *They open the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper- Chris: Spiders? Carl: Spiders it is then. Chris: No, that wasn’t- *But they were already pouring them a brimming glass of spiders…*

Carl: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case? Chris: wHat? Carl: I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved. Chris: Can we go back to the part when you said "when I get murdered"?

(THE IRONY IN THIS- I C A N ‘ T)

Carl: Watcha doin? Chris: Stealing my neighbour’s cat. Carl: Scandalous. Carl: Can I help?

*Carl sends more than 5 messages in a row* Chris: I ain’t reading all that. Chris: I’m happy for you tho. Chris: Or sorry that happened.

Chris: I will beat all of you in Rock, Paper, Scissors. You go first. Carl: Rock. Chris: Paper.

(This was promptly followed by a pause as Carl processes what just happened, while Chris grins like that one smug cat with knives pointed at them)

Chris: What's that? Carl: Chocolate. Chris: What's chocolate? Carl: Candy. Do they not have candy where you're from? Chris: Yeah. Grapes, nuts. Carl: No wonder you're so bitter.

Chris: So you're looking for information on this thing, huh? Well, I feel like it must be from far away. Carl: What makes you say that? Chris: If it's something even I don't know about, then I'm sure nobody else must have a clue. So it's gotta be from some faraway place. Impeccable reasoning, isn't it? Carl: Chris... You don't have a clue about this thing, do you? Chris: *screams in anger*

Carl: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Chris. Chris: I hate myself. Carl: Alright, square up.

(Carl may be a dork, and mildly an idiot, but he means well.)

Carl: I’m quick at math. Chris: Ok, what’s 38 times 76? Carl: 24. Chris: That wasn’t even close. Carl: But it was quick.

Carl: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward. Chris: I’m worried about you.

Chris: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces. Chris: *waves their finger and sings like they're in a Disney Channel intro*

(He’s very hard on himself :w:)

Carl: It'll be fun. Carl: We'll make a day of it. Carl: Come on you punk bitch. Chris: I can't believe I have to say this. Chris: I don't have time to get tested for sti's with you tomorrow.

(Chris is asexual which makes this even funnier tbh)

Chris: Do you even know what an amulet is? Carl: Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions! Chris: Carl, those are omelettes. Carl: Oh. Then I’ve got nothing.

Carl: Try not to roll your eyes at me. Chris: I don't have pupils.

(Fun fact: Old Candy doesn’t have visible pupils, yet everyone knows when he is rolling his eyes.)

Chris: I’m going to hell. Carl: Probably. Chris: I'll pick you up? Carl: *nodding* Carpool.

Chris: When I was your age- Carl, mocking Chris: When I was your height. Chris: Chris: Listen here you little shit-

(Chris is 28, Carl is 25. But he is a bit shorter then him, and he hates it XD)

Chris: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this? Carl, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

(Chris is using a very outdated socializing dictionary okay??)

Carl: I won a new phone in a race. Chris: Huh? What kind of race lets you win a phone, Carl? Carl: A race between the store owner, the cop, and me.

Chris: Carl likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

Chris: *holds a gun out to Carl* Carl: I-I don't believe in guns. Chris: Well, trust me, they're very real. Now take it.

Chris: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

(What can I say? Chris is a wee bit feral)

Chris: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Chris: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

(Who needs sleep schedules?)

Chris: I can't imagine what Carl is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

Chris: I’m sad. Carl: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das. Carl: And das not good.

#fnaf fangame #five nights at candys #fnac #fnac 1 #fnac old candy #fnac candy #incorrect quotes #ocs

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

(this is a sequel to 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞, I recommend reading that first although it’s not 100% necessary... it would make this make a lot more sense though)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : it was just a matter of time before he upped the ante, all four of you knew that, but taking you all on a vacation specifically for this was a bit over-the-top.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 7.9k (hoo boy)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex + a scene that’s just zemo/reader, cockwarming, d/s dynamics, brief oral f receiving, a touch of dubcon/cnc but it’s very subtle and the reader is 100% consenting), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink (with zemo), ‘daddy’ kink (with sam), orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, creampie, praise with light degradation, possessiveness (but also sharing, lol), exhibitionism/voyeurism, choking, brief anal mention, once again technically cuckolding but not in the typical sense, slight corruption kink?, too many robes, latin sokovian (or as I like to call it, serbukromanian), also assume that whenever the reader and zemo are alone they are speaking sokovian even though I write the convos in english for the sake of simplicity

thank you for being my beta @nsfwsebbie !!

When your Baron told you he wanted to take you on a vacation, you immediately assumed it would be to the mountains or some European city full of history and culture. Instead, you were a bit surprised to hear he was interested in a beach resort, a private villa he had purchased in French Polynesia.

And then you found out he wanted to bring Sam and Bucky along too… and you were simultaneously more and less surprised. More, because who brings tentative coworkers one barely gets along with on a romantic vacation? Less, because of course he would do this. Of course he had plans to dress you up in the tiniest bikinis he could find and show you off to the men who had already become pawns in his perverted game of social chess.

Not that you minded; you were the Queen of the board and it didn’t bother you if it was what the King wanted.

You spent the first night in the villa alone with him, which you appreciated. It had been a while since you two had some real quality time together, and you were craving him more than ever, in every way.

After a beautiful day spent swimming in the crystal blue ocean and enjoying the sights your new temporary home had to offer, you took a shower and tried not to get too excited about how you might be spending the evening with him. But, of course, you were only a few minutes into washing the saltwater off your body when you began to imagine his tongue on you, god that man could use his tongue to destroy you any way he wanted: with his words, with his kisses, or perhaps best of all with it tasting every inch of your cunt. It was amazing how he could get on his knees for you and still have all the power. He liked to make you keep eye contact with him while he did it, make you beg him to let you come, whatever it took to remind you that you were thoroughly and properly owned.

And you loved every second of it, you loved being helpless to him. He made you feel so safe that being vulnerable with him by now felt like no risk at all. You could remember early on when your fears and insecurities made you more hesitant to submit to him, and it was only with gentle patience that he coaxed you into it, never pressure or anger. You weren’t a virgin when you met him but, sometimes it felt like you might as well have been since you were so inexperienced and undersexed then. In fact, he was the first man, the first person other than yourself to make you come… and he made you come more ways than you had known possible.

Okay, so maybe the plan to not get your hopes up wasn’t going so well… you were already struggling to keep your hands from between your legs. Frankly, you would’ve already done it if you didn’t know that touching yourself was against the rules.

You’d gotten so used to taking care of yourself while he was in prison, at which point he obviously suspended that rule, and it was a hard habit to break at times.

You emerged from the bathroom in the fluffy robe you found on the door, smiling when you saw him lounging on the bed in a matching one, reading Анна Каренина (known by the West as Anna Karenina). He looked contemplative, as always, and you always thought he looked especially sexy in his reading glasses. You slipped into the bed beside him, resting your head on his chest as he found a position where he could read comfortably with his arm around your shoulders.

“You must’ve already read that book a thousand times, Helmut,” you sighed.

“And it gets better every time,” he mumbled back, turning the page.

You pouted slightly, nuzzling into his shoulder, and he chuckled. “Is my little lutka in need of some attention?”

You nodded, and he kissed the top of your head softly.

“Why don’t you keep me warm while I finish this chapter, hm?” he offered, and you involuntarily clenched your thighs together at his words. He phrased it like a question, but it felt more like a gentle demand, and you were happy to agree either way.

“Yes, sir,” you hummed as you sat up and straddled his legs, undoing your robe and opening his to wrap your hand around his half-hard cock.

He reached his full potential with only a few slow strokes, and you found yourself absent-mindedly licking your lips as you saw the way your fingers just barely met with your thumb and imagined how your body would be pushed to its limits to take him. Good thing you were already dripping wet even though you’d just been in the shower.

You indulged in rubbing your pussy over his shaft for a moment, enough to coat him in your wetness, before you lined up his tip to your entrance and sunk down onto him with a sigh, feeling like you could never tire of being stretched open by his thick cock.

When your hips met his, and the tip of his cock brushed against the deepest parts of you, you had to bite your lip to suppress a whimper. After so long apart, you were still readjusting to taking him and being on top didn’t make it much easier.

Honestly, you really weren’t trying to move; you just found your hips rocking slightly, seemingly of their own accord. You moaned under your breath as your clit rubbed against his body, but you were pulled from your trance with a whine as he slapped your thigh.

“No moving, draga, I think I made myself clear,” he reminded you sternly.

“Yes, sir,” you breathed.

You were pretty sure that at some point, you were a patient person. But you couldn’t imagine that now, not when all you could think about was how amazing it would be to just ride him right there, memories running through your mind and making your inner walls ripple unintentionally. He either couldn’t feel it or didn’t care, stoically continuing to read even as you were struggling to stay still.

Your plan was to be good for a while and then hope that you could convince him later… but you know what they say about best-laid plans, so you ended up cutting straight to the convincing pretty fast.

“Can I move yet, sir?”

“It’s hardly been a minute,” he frowned.

“Please,” you sighed, just barely moving your hips without even meaning to.

“Not yet,” he asserted, sounding a bit annoyed, but you needed this more than anything.

"Please let me move, please; I just wanna ride you so bad,” you begged.

He sighed, clearly irritated, and just when you thought you’d made a grave error, he finally put his book aside and looked up at you with a grin. "If I had known you would be so whiny, I would have had you keep me warm with your mouth.”

You opened your mouth to respond but let out only whimpery moans when he ran his hands up your body, toying briefly with your nipples before wrapping a hand around your neck and pulling you down into a rough kiss. Moaning into it, you couldn’t hold back any longer and started to rock your body atop his, savoring that perfect drag of his length along your walls that you’d missed so much.

Before you got a chance to really set your pace, he grabbed you tight and rolled the both of you over, pinning you under his weight as he fucked you in that way that was somehow rough and slow at the same time, moving his kiss to your neck and holding you down by your wrists.

“Fuck, th-thank you, sir,” you sighed, your cheeks warming when he chuckled against your skin.

“You really are too sweet, draga,” he whispered.

Your arms wrapped around his neck while your legs did the same to his hips, keeping him deep inside you while his lips and tongue teased your collarbones, his fingers interlacing with yours.

He spent the entire night somewhere between making love to you and fucking you within an inch of your life, making you come more times than you could count, only taking breaks from fucking you to eat you out like a starving man (and one time for a quick drink sometime around 3 a.m.). It was no wonder, then, that you passed out just a few moments after he finally came inside you, sleeping soundly in his arms until well into the morning, nearly noon in fact, when the sun was streaming in through the massive window.

After a relaxed breakfast of champagne and fruit (the native pamplemousse was unlike anything you’d ever eaten before), Helmut encouraged you to shower again and meet him at the pool, which was a bit surprising since he normally liked to have you keep his come in you as long as possible. “Our guests should be here this afternoon,” was his only explanation, and you had a few ideas about what that meant, all of which made your gut sink in an oddly pleasurable way as you were filled with anticipation.

“Wear that bathing suit I bought for you, the new one,” he added finally as he stepped out onto the back patio.

It might seem silly to have a pool on a property right by the beach, but on days like today, where the ocean water was just a bit too chilly, you were thankful to have the heated pool to take a dip in. Honestly, you were a little surprised that Helmut didn’t make you swim in the ocean to see your nipples get hard through the tight black bikini, but then again, they were already getting there just from sharing a pool chair with him.

He was lying against the cushioned chair; your body sat between his spread legs as the back of your head rested on his chest. And, this is entirely unrelated, but you really liked how he looked in the round sunglasses he had on.

You hummed contentedly as you reached up behind you to touch him, rubbing his shoulders and pecs. You wiggled a bit, slowly, and imagined how it would feel if he got hard right against the small of your back.

"Mm, what's gotten into you, lutka?" he purred, rubbing your arms.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You know the effect you have on me, don't act surprised."

Just before anything exciting could happen, Sam and James entered through the fence, apparently already having changed into their swimsuits; you wished you had thought to wear sunglasses so they couldn’t catch you ogling their muscular bodies, but instead, you just tried to keep your cool as you waved hello.

“Welcome!” Helmut called out, both of you getting up to greet them properly. “I hope your flight was alright…?”

“Yeah, it was great,” Sam nodded, “thanks.”

“You really own this whole place?” James added, glancing around.

“Yes, would you like to have a swim? I hear it should be warm enough tomorrow for the ocean, but until then…” Helmut trailed off.

Sam went right ahead, diving in and smiling wide when he popped back up. That man had such an infectious smile, you thought he should charge people to see it or something because you felt spoiled seeing it for free.

James jumped in behind him but seemed a little surprised when he returned to the surface to see you back in your chair with Helmut. “Care to join us?” he asked you.

“Um, no, I already swam a bit this morning,” you remembered, suddenly shy, “I think I’ll stay by the pool a while longer.”

“Aw, I was looking forward to getting to know you better,” he pouted, and everyone else raised an eyebrow at that statement. “Um, verbally, I mean,” he added, cheeks flushing slightly.

“What would you want to know?” you asked, sighing as you relaxed against Helmut’s chest.

“Well, what’s your story?” he shrugged, swimming up the edge of the pool to hang his arms over the edge.

“I… suppose it’s a rather short story,” you realized, “I was born in Sokovia, but my parents were immigrants. I was a bit of an ugly duckling as a child, I think.”

“You look like quite the swan now,” James winked, and you hoped Helmut wouldn’t notice how much that affected you.

“Oh, thank you,” you mumbled.

“Which reminds me, that’s a cute bikini you have on,” he complimented.

“Do you like it?” you hummed coyly. “Helmut picked it out.”

“Why don’t you give them a better look, darling?” Helmut prompted, and Sam swam up to hang over the edge too as you stood up and fought the urge to cover yourself with your arms. The Baron motioned his finger in a circle, silently instructing you to twirl so they could see the back, and you did though you felt a bit self-conscious about it. Finally, once you were sure they’d had an eyeful, he let you sit back down in his lap.

“Cute, isn’t it?” he cooed as his fingers travelled slowly up your sides. “It’s Chanel.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Sam dismissed, unlatching himself from the edge of the pool and falling into a backstroke. “This is weird. I just wanna swim.”

“You didn’t think this was seriously a free vacation, no strings attached, did you?” James shot back, getting up out of the pool and shaking some of the water off of himself before sitting down in the chair beside you two and letting his eyes wander over you. “So, Chanel, huh?” he prompted, and you nodded.

“Helmut says I should only wear the nicest things,” you explained, sitting up slightly.

“Why does it matter? You’d look beautiful in anything,” James cooed, and you felt a little dirty for how much you liked his attention. Good thing you liked feeling dirty.

“And a rare wagyu steak would taste just as good served any way, but you wouldn’t put it on a paper plate, now would you?” Helmut countered. “Well, maybe you would…”

James rolled his eyes but brushed off Helmut’s insult, returning his attention to you. “I guess I’m just… hungry enough that it doesn’t make much of a difference.”

You reached up to trace your fingertip over the silver chain dangling off of his neck, biting your lip as you hooked your finger around it and pulled him closer. “Are you hungry enough that you don’t mind that it’s another man’s meal?”

His blue eyes went wide for a moment before glancing down to your lips and back up to your unwavering gaze, your brow raised as if a challenge while his furrowed as if he were considering accepting it.

“If he’s willing to share…” James whispered back.

“Then kiss me,” you requested softly, pulling him closer by his dog tags one more time until your lips met.

The way James kissed you was… difficult to describe. Gentle, but with this edge of intensity— like he was restraining himself, like there was so much more passion teeming beneath the surface. You wanted to bring that out if you could; you wanted to see how far you could push him until he lost it.

As James carefully ventured his tongue into your mouth, only to pull back and nip your bottom lip with his teeth, Helmut kissed you too— on the back of your neck, that spot that always made you wet and desperate right away. You moaned, and you couldn’t be sure exactly who it was for, but James sure decided to respond to it either way, tilting his head more to let his kiss explore you deeper.

Helmut’s teeth dug into your shoulder right as James nipped at your bottom lip like they had somehow explicitly coordinated to make you desperate; your right hand reached up to weave into James’ hair, your left squeezing Helmut’s wrist at your side.

The kiss ended just a moment too soon, and there was a delay before you blinked your eyes open to look back at James, who seemed quite proud of himself.

“Touch me,” you pleaded in a whimper.

“Where?” he asked, somewhat innocently.

“Y-you know where…” you mumbled.

He grinned wide, all trance of innocence gone. “I know, but I want you to say it.”

“My cunt,” you whispered, and he snarled just a bit at the word. “Please?”

“Of course, which one do you want?” James prompted with a grin, showing you his hands as your eyes instantly gravitated to the metal one.

“I think you know which I’m going to choose,” you mumbled shyly, and he smirked as he reached forward with the vibranium arm to brush his fingertips over your stomach, moving down to the top hemline of your bikini bottom.

You just barely gasped when the metal digits swiped over your clit and began to rub gentle circles, almost too slow as if he wanted to tease you… which, of course, he did.

"Do you like the way he touches you, draga?" Helmut whispered. His voice in your ear was like honey on your tongue, like honey everywhere.

"Yes, sir," you nodded, looking down at James' hand buried into your bikini.

"Hey, tell me you like it, too," James protested, "I'm the one doing it after all."

"I like it, James," you repeated, looking up at him. "I… don't have a title for you. Should I call you something when you touch me like this?"

"You can just call me Bucky from now on, okay? I think we're well past close enough now for that."

"Okay, Bucky," you sighed, watching the way his jaw clenched when you called him by name, "please put your fingers inside me."

"Both?"

"Yes, please," you breathed.

"But my fingers are thick, they're hard metal, and you're so small and delicate…"

"I want them to stretch me out, just please—"

A loud moan of shock jumped out of your mouth when he pushed the fingers in all at once, and though it reawakened some of the soreness from when Helmut had fucked you the night before, it felt wonderful enough to make your back arch up from the strong body behind you, his erection now digging into your hip.

It was certainly loud enough to get Sam's attention, who suddenly appeared beside the chair while he towelled off his chiselled chest.

"Damn, what are y'all doing to her over here?" he wondered aloud as if he were concerned for your health.

"Just playing with Zemo's little doll," Bucky answered. "She's really fucking tight, can barely fit two fingers."

"Wait, move over, let me see," Sam insisted, making Bucky pull his fingers out and Helmut holding you more firmly as Sam slipped his hand into your bikini as well, poking his fingers at your entrance before pushing them in.

His fingers were even thicker and longer than Bucky's, just by a slight margin yet enough to make you mewl and arch your back as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Fuck, yeah, you were right," Sam breathed, and you felt more hands running over your body but you couldn't even tell anymore whose they were; you knew one that reached to pull up your bikini top and expose your breasts was Helmut's, because only he would be so bold, but the fingers teasing your nipples, the rough palm running up your legs… they could've belonged to anyone, and that realization made your clit throb.

"Okay, okay, that's enough. I was here first," Bucky mumbled as you felt Sam's fingers slip out and the metal ones push back in— not to mention the thumb reaching up to circle your clit slowly.

He wasn't just exploring you this time; you could tell he had a mission. The way he instantly curled into your spot, the way he moved quickly yet deliberately, all made your thighs begin to quiver.

Helmut kissed your ear, gently tilting your head to access your neck better where he began to suck hard enough to leave a mark, mumbling something in Sokovian about how good you were being for him and his guests.

You loved being good, and the praise made your hips lift a little so you could rock yourself onto Bucky's fingers; the three men chuckled proudly.

"Feels that good?" Bucky pressed, and you nodded quickly.

He fingered you even faster, harder, and you cried out.

"Ohhh fuck, Bucky!" you gasped. "Bucky, I'm gonna come!"

"Oh no, you're not," Helmut groaned, giving you a quick spank on the inner thigh as you whined and jolted. "James, take your fingers out."

"Do I have to?"

"You do if you want a chance to fill her with more than just your fingers…"

That worked right away, Bucky pulling back as you pouted at being empty again.

“Let’s take her inside, and we can continue this there,” Helmut suggested, and Bucky lifted you up into his arms as the Baron led the group back to the master suite.

The convenient thing about bathing suits is that it takes so little time to get naked, which is why the second the patio door was shut, Bucky and Sam were stripping as their hard cocks bobbed up against their stomachs. As if that weren’t overwhelming enough, Helmut stepped away for a moment (which left you feeling more alone than usual) just as the men began to help you strip; Sam untied the back of your bikini while Bucky knelt and pulled down the bottoms, leaving you feeling exposed as you were totally bare before them. Bucky smiled up at you and kissed along your thighs while Sam grabbed a handful of your ass and growled a bit under his breath.

When you looked over at Helmut, you saw he had actually dressed in his robe rather than stripping, nearly making you whine with disappointment. But you couldn’t focus on that long as hands moved all over your skin, both of them still just slightly wet from the pool, and you shivered for both of those reasons.

You gasped when Bucky suddenly licked a thick stripe right over your folds, and if it weren’t for Sam’s arms holding you up, you might not have been able to stay standing.

Looking down at where Bucky was devouring you, he looked back up at you with a lot less dominating intensity in his eyes than you were used to seeing. Not that you minded; after all, no one could do what Helmut did as well as he could, but maybe Bucky could do something different, and it would be just as enjoyable. His tongue lapping at your clit was certainly wonderful so far.

Sam guided one of your hands back behind you to stroke his cock, your mouth falling slack, which he took advantage of by turning your face and capturing you in an open-mouthed kiss. You heard your moans stifle against his tongue, felt his cock flex a bit as you smeared the precum you found at his tip.

“I think that’s enough for now,” Helmut interrupted, and everyone turned to look at him. “Darling, come here,” he instructed with a curled finger that pointed to the bed, “hands and knees.”

You nodded and pushed the other men away, taking your place on the bed and looking up at him as he held your jaw gently.

"How long has it been since you had another man inside you, lutka?" he asked lowly.

"I can't even remember,” you admitted, “it's been so long…"

“Are you willing to try it?” he asked gently, no hint of domination or pressure in his tone, and you found yourself searching his eyes for the right answer.

“What do you want?” you asked him instead of answering.

“Draga, I’m asking what you want,” he reminded you, but you were afraid he would be hurt if you showed interest in the other men. Sure, previous evidence indicated that wasn’t an issue for him, but your gut instinct was to deny your attraction. So, you compromised.

“All I want is you,” you answered first, “but…”

“But?”

“But is it awful if… if I want them to fuck me, too?”

He smiled, kissing your forehead. “No, I don’t think so. Only as awful as it is that I want to watch them fuck you.”

You looked up at him and smiled back, brimming with gratitude that he was so gentle with you. It was fascinating how he wielded complete control over you and yet never used it against you.

“I have one rule, draga,” he added firmly, “you cannot come for them. You only come for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And stay on your hands and knees, so I can always get a good look at you, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

He kissed you one more time before pulling away and sitting back in the chair in the corner with his ankle over his knee, looking at Sam and Bucky expectantly. Every chair he sat in seemed to look like a throne as soon as he was in it.

“Well, get on with it, then,” he instructed, motioning to you. The men looked at you and looked at each other before some kind of silent agreement took place and Bucky stepped up first. Sam sat down to watch you as you felt Bucky stand near the bed behind you, flesh and metal fingers running over your back until you shivered.

Then he pressed his cock against you, coating himself in your wetness, and that made you shiver, too.

You braced yourself as he lined himself up, whimpering slightly as he pushed his cock into you as well as hearing him moan lowly. The hand at your waist tightened as he hissed in a breath through his teeth.

"Fuck," he breathed, holding you still so he could fill you completely. “S’tight…” he slurred.

“How does it feel for you?” Helmut asked you, raising an eyebrow as he examined your expression, your mouth fallen slack, yet your brow furrowed.

“It feels… different,” you stammered your answer. You gasped loudly as Bucky started to move, and yes, this was very different. His cock was curved differently and though it didn’t exactly reach any new parts of you (you were sure Helmut had already touched every part of you physically accessible), it did stroke them in new ways.

He gained speed rather quickly, clearly too on edge himself to stay patient, and you didn’t blame him although it sent you moving faster toward the edge than you would’ve liked. At first you wondered if it would even be a challenge to keep from coming like Helmut had demanded… you chided yourself internally for ever being so hubristic.

His legs pushed yours apart, spreading them wider, and he began to really fuck you in earnest, fast and needy and each slam of his hips against your ass harder than ever. “O-oh fuck,” you choked, forcing your eyes shut and scrunching up your nose for a second when he slammed the tip of his cock right into the deepest spots inside you. This position left you with nowhere to go, put your whole body on display for him along with giving you no escape from his onslaught of pleasure. Worst of all was that you were pretty sure he wasn’t even trying that hard to make you feel good, and yet feeling used like that only turned you on more.

"Bucky, please, slow down," you whimpered.

"Absolutely do not do that," Helmut interjected sternly. "Don't let her tell you what to do."

And, possibly just to spite you, he actually fucked you faster. You sobbed and bit down on your lip, fighting everything building up inside you.

“You’d better not come,” Helmut warned through his teeth, “you’d better not fucking come. You know how bad it would be for you if you came for another man.”

“Y-yes, sir,” you nodded.

But Bucky was slamming right into your spot, and he knew it, too. He knew how desperate you were becoming, and apparently, he didn’t mind at all that you’d be punished for it. He leaned down to growl against your ear, “I know how close you are. Don’t you think it’d feel so good to just let go and come on my cock?”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as the force it took to hold back your orgasm became painful. “No, it would only feel good to come for Helmut…”

“C’mon baby, just stop fighting it and come for me,” Bucky taunted, “squeeze me tight with that sweet little pussy; I know you need to so bad.”

He wasn’t wrong, but you blinked with teary eyes up at Helmut and wanted nothing more than to please him and make him proud of you. “Please, m-make him stop,” you begged, “I won’t be able to hold back anymore…”

“He’s not going to stop until he comes, lutka, and you need to stay strong,” he explained, his voice soothing you slightly. “You need to be my good girl. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

Bucky held your hips tight as he pulled your body back onto his cock, and you forced your eyes shut to try to focus on not coming. No other man had made you come in your life but Helmut, and you had no intentions of breaking that streak.

“Think you can make me come before I make you come?” Bucky challenged.

“I have to,” you answered breathlessly. “And I want you to come… I wanna make you come so bad, Bucky, please…”

“Mhmm?” he encouraged.

“Please, I want it, please come for me,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, I will,” he promised darkly, fucking you even harder.

Helmut interjected a brief instruction: “Pull out.”

Bucky nodded a little, breathing heavily as you felt his cock throb slightly, especially at the base where each movement stretched you out even more. It was so beautifully erotic and you were tensing every muscle inside you to try not to come, which helped speed him up quite a bit since you were gripping him so tight.

“Fuck,” Bucky grunted, “fuck!”

He pulled out and instantly painted your back with a roar, sliding his cock over your ass as he pumped stream after stream of come onto you. You sighed happily, satisfied that you had managed to stave off orgasm with perhaps only a few seconds to spare— you’d never been so happy to make someone come before because this time it brought relief that you had done well for your Baron.

Then again, you always felt that way when you made the man himself come, but this was different because you had been moments away from failing him.

Speaking of the Baron, he stared down at you proudly the whole time, kneeling down slightly to swipe his finger through the cooling spend on your back and bring it to your open lips. “Mm, you really are my perfect little girl,” he mumbled as you sucked his finger diligently. But he turned his attention away from you to call out across the room, “Sam! It’s your turn.”

Your eyes went wide. “W-wait, Helmut, I’ll come!”

“No, you won’t,” he hissed, eyes darkening again, “because I told you not to.”

And Sam was already behind you, taking Bucky’s place who had already cleaned himself up a bit and returned to his seat, letting the Baron pour him a drink which he gulped down in one go.

When Sam pushed into the end of you, your natural instinct was to arch your back up to try to keep him from going too deep, but he growled and pushed your back down again with a strong hand that made you feel so small for a moment. “No, baby, no running away… you’re gonna take it all.”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathed, yelping a little when he roughly shoved in that last inch.

From then on, he went much harder on you than Bucky had, spanking you and gripping your ass while he fucked you, and the most embarrassing part was how much harder it made it to keep from coming. It was clear that he realized making you come would give him power over everyone else in the room for different reasons, and he was determined to gain that power.

“Does he fuck you this good, huh?” he groaned.

“He fucks me better,” you shot back right away, making Helmut chuckle slightly.

“If your plan is to make her switch allegiances, you’ll have to do better than that,” Helmut taunted, and Sam doubled his efforts as one hand pinched your clit and the other groped your breast. You almost lost it right there but managed to pull yourself together, your whole body shaking with the effort to keep the pleasure at bay.

“Well, if he can fuck you better then why doesn’t he?” Sam continued his leading questions, even though you could barely keep up a conversation at this point. “Why does he keep pimping you out to us if he’s fucking you right all on his own?”

“Don’t you understand?” you breathed, your head falling down onto the bed as you were almost able to look back enough to see his face. “This is my punishment. He knows I don’t want anyone else; that’s why you’re here.”

Sam smiled, perhaps in pity, and yet you honestly had to close your eyes because his smile was so lovely that it could’ve brought an end to your restraint. “Poor thing, he’s really got you whipped. I… still can’t believe I’m doing this, but you feel too good to stop now.”

He yanked your head back by your hair for emphasis, making you yelp as he fucked you brutally. Your toes curled and your fingers dug into the sheets, and you had to close your eyes because the way Helmut was staring at you made this all much too difficult. Maybe it was just that he didn’t seem jealous at all, or angry; but he didn’t seem like he was getting any excess pleasure out of this, either. It was… almost neutral, but something burned behind his eyes brighter than maybe you’d ever seen it, his legs crossed and his fingers interlaced as he waited for you to either hold or break.

With the top half of your body fallen limply onto the bed, you reached out above your head and felt Helmut’s hand grab yours, squeezing slightly, and it helped keep you grounded as you held his fingers.

“Oh fuck, ‘m gonna come,” Sam groaned out his warning, “gonna cover this pretty ass in my come, you want that?”

“Yes, please,” you shuddered.

“Keep begging for it,” he demanded, rushing his words as you felt his cock start to throb against your walls with his impending orgasm.

“Please come, please come, please come on me, Sam, please,” you chanted, over and over, struggling not to come and hoping that if you could speed him up, then you could make it.

He grunted through his teeth as hot ropes of seed covered your ass; though your body was left wanting, dangling on the edge so close to your release, your mind was satisfied that you had managed to follow your Baron’s rules.

Sam stepped back to admire his work, finding another spare robe to cover himself with as he rejoined the other men across the room.

“Would you like a drink as well?” Helmut offered to Sam, unfortunately letting go of your hand in the process. Sam was still catching his breath, running his hands over his short hair as if he was processing everything.

“No, but are those cigars up for grabs?” Sam replied, pointing to the ornate box propped open, and Helmut nodded.

“Of course; what’s mine is yours,” he answered, presenting the box and lighter to him.

“Yeah, you can say that again,” Sam added flatly, the three of them all looking at where you were sitting, covered in come and waiting patiently for your next command.

Just as you feared they’d all have their cigars and whiskey and ignore you completely, your Baron knelt down to look at you face-to-face, smiling proudly.

“You did so good for me, darling,” he cooed, and your insides clenched as if you could come just from hearing that. “You don't think I'm horribly cruel, do you?"

"No, sir," you smiled weakly.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised with a kiss to the tip of your nose as he stepped away to the master bathroom.

You glanced at the other men— Bucky with his crystal glass of whiskey, Sam puffing at the cigar stoically— and wondered what, if anything, you could possibly say.

“So, how’s your weekend been so far?” Sam asked you plainly, breaking the silence.

“It’s only Friday night,” you realized, sighing as you tried not to imagine how much debauchery the Baron had in store for you. Right now you were so exhausted that it sounded like too much work; and you were so desperate only for Helmut that the idea of anybody else being involved intimidated you.

Helmut returned quickly with a washcloth, sitting beside you on the bed and placing it gently on your back.

“As pretty as you look covered in come, I’d rather not make too much of a mess,” Helmut explained as he wiped you down with the damp cloth, your skin tingling and your body crying out for more of his touch.

“Will you fuck me, sir?” you mumbled, somewhere between an honest question and a desperate plea.

“Yes, I will,” he answered, making you hum happily, “and I’m finally going to let you come.”

You bit down on your lip, trying not to moan just from hearing that.

“But I’m not going to let you stop.”

The lump in your throat was impossible to swallow, but you tried anyway as he tossed the rag away and circled the bed, standing behind where you were laying limply. He grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you down to where he needed you, covering your body with his as he kissed the back of your neck slowly.

“I bet you’ll come the moment I’m inside you, draga,” he whispered. You nodded in agreement, gasping a bit as you felt his cock teasing your swollen, sore pussy. Just the tip bumping into your clit was enough to make you think you could come right there, you’d been on the edge so long.

But then he pushed into you in one stroke, not rough yet enough to reignite the soreness of being filled by two men already, and your walls started to pulse around him. A million words swirled in your mind, words about how perfect he felt and how you’d missed him so much and how no one could fuck you like he could, but none of them made it to your mouth where you could only moan loudly.

He wrapped his arms around you, he kissed everywhere he could reach, and waves of pleasure washed over you until tears filled your eyes. You lost count immediately, coming on his cock over and over as you became a limp, whimpering mess right away.

“You two really did miss out,” Helmut taunted the other men between his own moans, “it feels so fucking amazing to be inside her when she comes. She gets tighter every time… blyat, so tight I can hardly control myself.”

It was already hot to hear him speak to you like that in these moments, but for him to speak to someone else, to keep you from forgetting that you weren’t alone and that these men had just fucked you and were watching you come right now? You hadn’t even imagined before what that would be like.

“Please, please, sir, please,” you chanted, your voice breaking until you could barely whisper.

“What is it that you want, lutka? Do you even know what you’re begging for anymore?”

“I want whatever you want, sir, please,” you cried. He reached around your body to rub your throbbing clit, and you all but screamed.

“I know you do, beautiful, I know,” he breathed, kissing your back and shoulder tenderly to calm you. “I love you so much, draga, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I love you too, Helmut,” you whispered, “more than anything. I love being yours.”

“Aw,” you heard Bucky briefly sigh.

“Dude, shut up,” Sam corrected him harshly.

“It’s sweet!” Bucky defended.

“It’s weird; this is all so weird,” Sam frowned.

“You didn’t seem to mind before…” Bucky trailed off.

Two of Helmut’s fingers swiped over your open lips and you immediately sucked them into your mouth with a satisfied hum, the taste of his skin always comforting you. When he rolled you onto your side, it was so much easier for him to touch you wherever he wanted and it only did more to keep you overwhelmed with pleasure until you worried you couldn’t take much more. But you kept sucking his fingers, tears still falling which he occasionally kissed away, until he took his hand away to wrap around your neck instead. You nodded a little to let him know it was okay to choke you, and your loud moans fell to sudden silence when he tightened his grip.

It made your eyes roll back, it made your walls flutter and your toes start to go numb, it made you wonder if you were going to pass out whether or not he let you breathe again because your body was already ready to give in.

You sucked in a gasp when he let go, sobbing his name as a particularly deep thrust knocked you right into your peak again. He kept one hand on your neck as the other reached between your legs to play with your abused pussy as he fucked it harder than ever.

“I can’t come anymore,” you assured, shaking your head and trying to push his hand away from your sore clit. “I— I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, draga, I know you can. Just relax and let me keep making you feel good,” he instructed, somehow both gentle and demanding all at once.

“I… I can’t…” you breathed, nearly incomprehensible between thick sobs, but you were already coming again in spite of your words, shocks of pleasure electrifying your body from the inside out. He choked you out into silence again, praising you all the way through it.

“There you go, shh, it’s all right,” he soothed, “you’re so beautiful, darling, so good for me, just keep going…”

You reached back to lace your fingers into his hair and tug, which did nothing to deter him from kissing your neck just beneath where his thumb gripped it, same as your hand wrapped tightly around his wrist didn’t stop him from quickly rubbing your clit.

Breath filled your lungs when he let go, and you were so desperate for relief that you felt like you weren’t even in control of your words anymore.

"Please come inside me," you begged mindlessly, "please, I need you so bad, please…"

“Is that what you need?” he groaned. “You need to be full of my seed?”

“Yes, please, want it deep in me— fuck, Helmut, please!”

He growled and bit your ear lightly, mumbling his promise to fill you up in Sokovian— sometimes you thought he spoke Sokovian when he was about to come because he was so distracted that he forgot English, but you didn’t think that at the moment because you were currently too cockdrunk to think about anything.

His low moan echoed right through your body as you felt his cock flex and throb with each pump of come, just as deep as you’d wanted, and you sighed happily at the familiar feeling, finally relaxing into the mattress.

But perhaps you relaxed a little too soon because he made you come one more time after he’d filled you, whispering something about he wanted to use your pussy to milk every drop from his cock, but after that finally he pulled out, and you collapsed face-down onto the bed, ready to pass out even though the sun was only just beginning to set and you’d slept until noon earlier.

“Well, I think we sufficiently knocked her out,” Sam chuckled.

“‘We’?” Helmut repeated, sounding a bit offended yet bemused as he redressed.

“Okay fine, you did most of the heavy lifting, but only cause you wouldn’t let her come for us,” Sam relented with a frown.

“I swear, I was this close to getting her to break,” Bucky interjected, sighing before taking another slow sip of his (third) drink.

“Yeah, what would’ve happened if one of us made her come, anyway?” Sam wondered aloud. “She seemed pretty worried about whatever punishment you had in store for her.”

“Nothing too terrible,” Helmut shrugged, “I just would’ve fucked her in the ass.”

Bucky choked on his whiskey as Sam tried and failed to suppress a smirk.

“She lets you do that?!” Bucky blurted out between fits of coughing.

“She lets me do whatever I want,” Helmut replied, “I’m surprised that hasn’t become abundantly clear to you by now.”

“I guess we’re still adjusting to it, that’s all,” Sam explained. “I don’t know about you,” he looked at Bucky, “but this is new for me.”

“I was born in 1917; everything is new for me,” Bucky frowned.

“Well, this is new for us too,” Helmut assured, “especially her, she was so inexperienced when she met me…”

He paused for a moment to reminisce before glancing at you lying prone on the bed and looked totally fucked-out.

“But look at her now!” he finished. “She takes it all in stride.”

“Yeah, she’s a trooper alright,” Sam agreed. “Be careful with her, Zemo, ‘cause I think if you hurt her too bad, Bucky here is gonna be waiting in the wings to steal her.”

“I— what?!” Bucky snorted defensively.

“Don’t think we can’t see you giving her googly eyes, not that I blame you or anything… getting deepthroated for the first time will definitely make you catch feelings,” Sam smirked before taking a puff of the cigar again.

“It’s not like that, I’m just… listen, I guess I’m just a bit more conventional than you perverts,” he frowned. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful or anything, I just can’t imagine having a girl like that all to myself and letting anybody else lay a finger on her.”

“Not everyone is as insecure as you, James,” Helmut shrugged. “Women can’t be stolen. They can only go where they want to. And she wants to be with me.”

He turned back to ask you if you agreed, but you were already fast asleep. Smiling slightly, he grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed and unfolded it to drape over you; you instinctively cuddled up under it without waking up, letting out a quiet sigh.

“Goodnight, draga,” he whispered with a kiss to your forehead. “Rest well, you’ll need it for the morning.”

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