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disarmluna · 1 year
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Jennifer Lopez
Jennifer Lynn Affleck is her now official name tho!
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frankie-forever · 2 years
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Happy 420 bros
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ourratera · 1 year
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Hoops gorl!
3 pairz don’t carez!!!
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earth-angel-x · 2 years
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satan-is-obsessed · 1 year
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my style is like rockstar gf/goth and since i found my iconic tiny pink y2k glasses i think I'm gonna buy myself some pink clothes to finally have my bimbo moment, I've been yearning to be the paris hilton/bratz/barbie/myscene/snooki/juicy couture girlie since i was a little girl, it's my year, babes
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onassiskrown · 1 year
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mediocredreams · 24 days
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Just Watch Me - Pt 2
Bodyguard!Eddie Munson x Spoiled!Rich!Fem!Reader
Wc: ~5.9k
Warnings: masturbation (m), jealousy, mutual pining, hints of soft dom!eddie, swearing, mentions of choking/spanking. 18+ MDNI
Summary: On your first day together you and Eddie get on each other’s nerves.
Read Part 1 here
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When you woke up the next day, golden rays of late morning sunlight were already streaming through your gauzy curtains, filling your bedroom with the glowing promise of a shiny new day.
You had slept so well that you felt rejuvenated and ready to take on the world.
In fact, you felt so good upon waking that you were almost able to forget about a certain long-haired nuisance who was likely sitting just outside your bedroom door.
Preoccupied with the fading remnants of your sweet dreams, you hummed happily as you walked into your spa-like ensuite, slipped off your pink silk nightie and turned on the shower. As you stood waiting for the water temperature to adjust, your thoughts inevitably turned to Eddie. He was like the lingering memory of a bad dream that you just couldn’t shake.
So much for your good mood.
You stepped into the shower, hoping the hot water would soothe away your newfound tension, but no such luck.
As you lathered your soap and watched the sweet-smelling suds circle the drain, you couldn’t help but think back to your unpleasant run-in with Eddie the night before. You rolled your eyes at the memory of him standing in your room, his leather jacket and combat boots making him stick out like a sore thumb amongst all of the feminine luxury.
You frowned as you thought of Eddie’s shaggy long hair tied back off his shoulders and his chunky metal rings.
The bodyguards in movies always wore stylish suits or uniforms. How did you end up with someone who looked like a roadie for Black Sabbath?
As you dried off and wrapped yourself in your plush bathrobe, you thought back fondly to the days when Walter had been your biggest problem.
Dear old Walter. How was he doing, anyway?
You made a mental note to have your florist send him a nice arrangement of flowers, hoping the gesture might help put a little pep in the old man’s step.
Who knew? Maybe you would get lucky and Walter would have a miraculous recovery, allowing him to return to work sooner than expected. With Walter back, Eddie would be free to return to whatever shady corner of Hawkins he’d crawled out of and you would finally have some peace.
A girl could dream.
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Saturday afternoons were typically reserved for brunch with your family in the mansion’s grand dining hall. It was a weekend tradition that you enjoyed for the most part, despite the ever-daunting prospect of dining with Starla.
The thought of leaving your room and seeing Eddie again made nervous butterflies dance in your stomach, but after sleeping in so late you found you were starving. Yeah, the guy was a jerk, but as much as you wanted to avoid seeing him you knew you couldn’t stay hidden away in your room forever.
Letting out a resigned sigh, you headed into your walk-in closet to get ready for the day.
As a rule, you found nothing improved a bad mood faster than dressing to look your very best. Normally around the house you’d stick to something casual like a custom Chanel sweatsuit, but you knew you were going to need something better than that to snap you out of your current funk.
After perusing the racks of designer clothing that filled your closet, you eventually settled on a pink leather skirt and bustier combo that accentuated your shape nicely, topped off with some spiky heels.
Was your outfit a bit daring for a Saturday brunch at home with family? Maybe. But you reasoned that putting the extra effort into your appearance was the least you could do to try and cheer yourself up. It certainly had nothing to do with seeing Eddie again, that was for sure.
Once you finished getting ready, you examined yourself from every possible angle in your full length mirror. Satisfied, you smiled at your reflection. Thoughts of your new bodyguard may have dampened your mood, but at least you still looked fabulous.
Before opening the door to leave your bedroom, you made sure to arch your back and stick out your chest. As you stepped into the hallway you held your chin high and kept your eyes locked straight ahead, intentionally ignoring the leather-clad man sitting nearby.
Your Louis Vuitton heels clicked on the smooth marble floor as you breezed past Eddie in a flurry of designer clothes and feminine rage, leaving him stumbling to stand and follow you.
As you walked past Eddie, you caught a whiff of his cologne and you tried to ignore the way the warm scent made your heart beat faster.
Without warning your head buzzed with images of black boots and cool metal rings, punctuated with flashes of Eddie’s smoldering eyes as he sank deep inside your warm and waiting pussy.
You felt dizzy and out of breath. What the hell was going on?
You silently prayed that they were still serving mimosas with brunch. You suddenly felt like you needed a drink.
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Before you emerged from your room, Eddie had been sitting on the chair outside your door with his hands between his spread thighs, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers.
You hadn’t left your bedroom since he’d come on shift, so he’d had some time to think about the day before and how he’d lost his cool.
He recalled driving out to Rick’s office in the industrial park for training before his first day on the job. After gesturing for Eddie to sit across from him at his cluttered desk, Rick had handed him a Code of Conduct document to read and sign before getting started.
Of course, Eddie had good-naturedly ribbed his friend about the irony of a former drug runner asking him to sign such a thing. Rick hadn’t been all that amused.
Not one for formality, Eddie had mostly skimmed the long, boring document before signing, but he did recall seeing something in there about being “respectful and professional” at all times.
Slamming a door on a client probably didn’t fit into that category.
Like it or not, Eddie really needed the security gig to keep himself afloat financially. He had gotten behind on some important bill payments while between jobs, and still had the envelopes with their big red OVERDUEs turned upside down on his kitchen counter to avoid looking at them.
Eddie was no stranger to struggle. Growing up he’d had his uncle Wayne to depend on, but even then times had sometimes been tough. He thought of you and what it must have been like to grow up with everything you wanted right at your fingertips.
When it came down to it, Eddie couldn’t risk losing his main source of income because of a spoiled brat like you. If Rick lost the account because of a complaint from you or your father, he didn’t want to be the one responsible. Yes, you were rude, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t expected that when he signed on for the job. As difficult as it might be, he knew he needed to try and smooth things over with you.
But you were just so damn infuriating.
After leaving your house the night before, Eddie had been plagued by thoughts of you the entire drive home. It was after midnight by then, but he had decided to stop by the Hideout for a beer in an attempt to calm his jangled nerves.
As soon as Eddie had sat down, one of his regular hookups had sidled up next to him at the bar, flashing him a sultry smile and fuck-me eyes.
Wasting no time in getting to the point, she had run her hand up his muscular jean-clad thigh and whispered an invitation for him to join her in the bar’s dingy washroom.
When she had leaned in close and her perfume hit his nostrils, all Eddie could think about was you and the sweet scent of your soap that had clouded his mind from the moment he stepped in your room.
That was the last thing he needed.
Eddie had turned her down, finishing his beer in silence before heading home to get some rest.
But the rest never came. No matter how hard he tried that night, Eddie couldn’t get the noises you’d made out of his head. The memory of your soft moans had echoed through his brain long after he’d gotten home and tried to settle down to sleep.
He had tossed and turned in his bed for what felt like hours.
Desperate for sleep, he had finally given in and decided to watch some porn, hoping it might relieve the torment of his weary mind.
Looking for something specific to take the edge off, he had carefully browsed his collection of bootlegged x-rated videos until he found the perfect one.
After popping the tape into the VCR he’d sat back on the couch in his boxers, thighs spread wide as he palmed his aching cock over the strained material of his shorts. He was already so sensitive by that point that he knew he wouldn’t last long.
As the video played in his dark living room, Eddie had watched with hungry eyes as the bratty starlet onscreen whined and begged to be choked and spanked, desperate to be taught a lesson.
He’d slid his boxers down low enough to grip his girthy length, already rock hard and weeping from the tip. He had stroked himself in rhythm to the actress’s breathy moans, groaning loudly moments later as he came in spurts of hot relief.
Of course, any resemblance to you in the film had been a complete and utter coincidence.
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When Eddie heard your bedroom door open he stood up quickly, hoping to start things off on better footing than the day before. What he hadn’t counted on was you charging past him as if he were invisible.
He tried to brush it off.
“Hey!” he called out to your back, not meaning for his greeting to come out quite so loud. He grimaced at how brash his voice sounded as it echoed down the ornate hallway.
You paused your stride momentarily to turn your head and look at him over your shoulder, raising a curious eyebrow.
“Uh…I just wanted to say, good afternoon, that’s all”. Eddie searched your eyes while he waited for your response and as his deep brown gaze met yours, you felt a jolt of something you couldn’t quite explain.
Trying to appear indifferent, you gave him a quick nod and looked away before continuing to walk down the hall.
Eddie shook his head in frustration before moving to follow you. That hadn’t gone as well as he had hoped.
As he walked behind you, he found himself hypnotized by the tantalizing sway of your hips as you moved. The soft pink leather of your skirt hugged the curves of your backside and thighs in a way that made his blood run hot.
In fact, every inch of skin that was revealed by your outfit looked so smooth and inviting that Eddie couldn’t help but imagine how it might feel, despite himself.
He knew he needed to stop thinking about you that way and focus on the job. He reminded himself that you were just an obnoxious brat who needed to learn some manners. But for some reason that thought didn’t help cool the fire in his veins.
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As you and Eddie made your way into the dining hall, his eyes boggled at the objectively ridiculous amount of food that had been set out for brunch.
At least a dozen serving dishes filled with fluffy baked goods, breakfast meats, eggs and fruit were spread out over the table. There were even boards of exotic-looking charcuterie and what appeared to be crab legs and lobster. Lobster!
Eddie’s mind was blown by the excess. Was this really how rich people ate? He thought back to his humble breakfast of cereal with milk over his kitchen sink earlier that morning. Unreal.
As you entered the room you were less than thrilled to see that another person was sitting alongside your father and Starla at the long table. It appeared you were going to be joined for brunch by Biff, aka Starla’s cousin and slimeball extraordinaire.
Starla had recently secured Biff a job as your father’s new accountant after raving about his magical skills with money.
Biff was rich, well-connected and successful. What he wasn’t, was attractive or charming in the slightest.
“You’re looking positively radiant today”, Biff marveled, flashing you his best attempt at a suave smile. Suddenly you were very glad there was a wide table between the two of you.
You remembered the first time you’d met him, and how he had he reached for your hand and brought it to his lips. Your skin had crawled at his touch, and you had fought the urge to run and immediately wash the kiss off of your hand.
Biff stood up and held out a large bouquet of pink roses, smiling in his usual smarmy fashion. “These are for you, beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.”
You almost gagged at his words, but managed to smile graciously and thank him, all the while wishing you could sink into the floor and disappear.
As you spoke with Biff, you noticed Starla studying Eddie with great interest as he stood just inside the entrance to the room. You didn’t miss the subtle purse of her lips as she ran her eyes up and down his body appraisingly.
You felt a sharp stab of annoyance as you watched her eyes roam over his frame. She couldn’t have been less discrete, and with your father sitting right there!
What on earth had Starla so hot and bothered? You had barely spared Eddie a glance upstairs, so you turned to look at him where he stood.
He was wearing slim black pants and a black button up shirt that molded to the lean muscles in his arms and chest. With his sleeves rolled up you could see the intricate pattern of dark ink that decorated his forearms. His hair was tied back like the day before, but from your new angle you could make out a tattoo on the side of his neck, partly hidden by the collar of his shirt. You hadn’t noticed that before.
He was looking down at his heavy black boots, and when he licked his bottom lip you thought you caught a flash of something silver. Was that a tongue stud?!
He lifted his head and you quickly looked away to avoid getting caught staring.
Starla turned to look at you with a sickeningly sweet expression.
“Do you have any plans for tonight, darling? Cousin Biff was hoping he could take you out to dinner, if you’re free”, she purred, oozing fake charm like venom. She flashed you a wide smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Biff nodded at you with a hopeful expression.
As much as you wanted to turn down the date, you knew you needed to try and keep whatever uneasy peace there currently was between you and Starla. The last thing you needed on top of everything else was the threat of being evicted.
Dread sank heavy in the pit of your stomach as you lied and told Biff you’d be happy to go on the date with him.
“Excellent!” Biff exclaimed with a smug grin as Starla clapped her hands together happily.
“I have reservations at the new restaurant Chez Luxe at 8 o’clock”, Biff told you proudly, as though the information should impress you. “I can send my driver to pick you up.”
“No need, our driver can take her to meet you there”, Starla offered quickly. You were starting to feel like a child whose parents were arranging an outing.
Not wanting to rock the boat with Starla, you smiled weakly and nodded. You consoled yourself with the thought that it was just one dinner. How bad could it really be?
With that settled your father pushed back his chair and stood up from the table.
“That sounds wonderful. Now if you lovely ladies will excuse us, Biff and I have some important business to attend to in my office.”
Biff shot you a lovesick smile as he followed your father out of the room. You shuddered once he was safely out of sight.
When you looked over at Starla you saw that she was back to openly eye-fucking Eddie. You’d had quite enough. You grabbed Biff’s roses and pushed your chair back with a loud screech, excusing yourself from the room.
As you left, Starla called out after you, “Have fun tonight, darling. And do make sure to try and look nice.”
Try? It took all of your strength to resist spinning around to give Starla a piece of your mind. She was a real piece of work.
As you stormed past Eddie, you told him you were heading back to your room and he pushed off the wall to follow you upstairs.
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As Eddie followed you back to your room he thought about everything he had just witnessed.
Biff. He scoffed at the name. The guy was a total drip. Just another vacuous, trust fund loser with a flashy fake smile and even flashier car.
Spending time with Biff was probably as fun as watching paint dry, but you’d probably fawn all over him. Eddie knew your type, and in his experience girls like you only cared about status and money.
Eddie’s jaw clenched when he thought about Biff taking you out to dinner, him showing you off and putting his hands all over you. Not that Eddie cared what you did, of course, it was just the principle of the thing.
When you got back to your room, Eddie lingered in the doorway and watched as you carelessly tossed Biff’s flowers onto the floor by your trashcan.
“Don’t you want to put those in some water?” he asked, trying to conceal a grin. He imagined a bouquet like that must have cost a pretty penny, but he couldn’t deny his pleasure at seeing your disinterest in Biff’s gesture.
You shrugged. “Maybe later. I think I’ll head down to the pool now for a bit.” You headed to your closet to pick out a swimsuit.
“You don’t have to stand there and watch me get ready, you know. You can go have a smoke break, or something.” You raised a conspiratorial eyebrow. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“Uh, are you sure?” Eddie scratched the back of his neck, looking uncertain. He was supposed to wait for one of the other guards on the property to come switch off for breaks.
“Yes, I’m fine”, you said in a sweet voice, fluttering your eyelashes. “It’s not like you want to stay and watch me get changed, do you Eddie?”
Your insinuation colored his cheeks a light pink, and when he answered he seemed a bit flustered.
“Nah, I think I’ll take the break instead. But wait here for me until I get back, ok? Don’t go anywhere.”
You nodded in agreement, and a soft smile broke out over his face, making his eyelids crinkle at the corners and his dark eyes sparkle. You realized that he had never smiled a real smile at you before and you supposed it was sort of endearing.
For a loser.
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By the time Eddie had tracked you down fifteen minutes later he was pissed.
When he had returned from his break and surveyed your empty bedroom, he’d felt a surge of panic rise in his chest. Losing track of you was not going to go over well with Rick or your father.
When he finally found you outdoors by the pool, you were already lying on a lounger and filing your nails as if nothing was amiss.
“Hey, what the hell?” he called out across the terrace as he stomped over to where you were sitting.
You calmly set down your nail file on the small table next to you and reclined on the lounger, ignoring his glare. Even from behind your sunglasses you could tell that he was out of breath and his cheeks were flushed.
It was true, Eddie was annoyed with you for running off. But even in his frustrated state he couldn’t stop his eyes from prowling over the curves your body. A body clad in a very pink, very revealing string bikini that left little to his imagination.
As you stretched out on the lounger, his gaze rested at the swell of your breasts that were covered in only the smallest triangles of fabric, just enough to conceal your perked nipples and not much else.
Your bottoms consisted of another small triangle of fabric, tied with thin straps that dug slightly into the soft skin of your hips. Skin that looked smooth as butter and ready to devour.
Eddie had to bite back a groan at the sight of you laid out like one of his wet dreams come to life, and he temporarily forgot what he was mad about.
You noticed him staring and smirked, lowering your sunglasses to look at him over the top of the shades.
“Can I help you, Eddie?”
He fought to find his tongue.
“That was not cool! You can’t just run off like that. You’re going to get me fired!” he hissed. He was exasperated. Did he really need to explain this to you?
“Pity”, you said in the brattiest tone you could manage, pushing up your glasses and lying back on your chair. You didn’t appreciate his tone. You weren’t a child, even though lately everyone seemed to insist on treating you like one.
Now Eddie was seething.
“See, I get that you don’t understand, but some of us actually have to work for a living. Not all of us are brats who’ve had everything handed to us our whole lives.” He gestured toward you with a wave of his hand.
His words were like a slap in the face.
“Excuse me?” Your body stiffened with offense.
“You heard me”, he gritted through clenched teeth. “You have everything you could ever want, but you’re still miserable. What the hell is your problem, anyway?”
“You are my problem”, you said icily.
Eddie shook his head in frustration, but remembered his vow to keep things professional. He knew he needed to stop talking before he said something else he’d regret. He’d already gone too far as it was.
Biting his tongue, he dragged a chair under the shade of a nearby umbrella and sat down with a huff. He pulled a pair of dark sunglasses out of the front pocket of his shirt and slid them on.
You picked up your issue of Vogue and tried to focus on an article, but found yourself reading the same sentences over and over. You couldn’t get Eddie’s harsh words out of your head.
Of course you understood that people needed jobs. Your father worked long hours running his business, and your mother hadn’t chewed the scenery of every film she’d starred in through sheer talent alone. She was dedicated to her craft. You thought back to the many nights she had missed dinner with you and your father because she had to stay late on set to run lines with Steve.
And yes, you’d been given everything you wanted your whole life, but that didn’t automatically make you a bad person, did it?
You wondered if all of the other people who worked for your father secretly felt the same way as Eddie. No one had ever said anything to make you suspect that was the case, but now you had to wonder. Were they only nice to you because it was their job?
You tried to remember the last time you had spoken to any of the staff outside of asking them for something, and your stomach sank when you realized you couldn’t come up with many examples.
Ok, so maybe you had been a bit self-absorbed in the past, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t try to change. You weren’t a monster, for goodness’ sake!
You stole a sideways glance at Eddie as he sat staring at the pool in stoic silence. His jaw looked tense and when you remembered his soft smile from before you started to feel a bit guilty.
Surprisingly, it was Eddie who eventually broke the silence.
“Listen, I’m sorry about what I said, ok? It was out of line.”
You nodded and he turned to look at you as he continued to speak.
“You know I’m only here to keep you safe, right? I’m not trying to annoy you or whatever else you think I’m doing. You can pretend I’m not here if you want, but don’t run off again, ok?”
You nodded again.
“I’m sorry too”, you said quietly.
His face lightened in acceptance of your apology.
With the air cleared, you could finally relax and enjoy your time in the sun.
As you resumed reading your magazine you continued to steal glances at Eddie, and you saw a flash of silver as he distractedly fiddled with the tongue stud between his lips.
You sat in silence for a few minutes until your curiosity finally got the best of you.
“Did it hurt?”
“Did what hurt?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. He pushed his shades up on his head so he could look at you.
“The piercing…in your tongue, did it hurt?” you asked wrinkling your nose.
He chuckled lightly, surprised by your question.
“Uh, yeah, a little I guess but not too bad. It was more annoying that they had to hold my tongue for so long.” He laughed. “Why? You thinking about getting one?”
A smile broke out over his face at the thought of you at his friend’s piercing studio, floating like a bubblegum cloud amongst the industrial decor.
“No.” You smiled shyly. “I was just wondering that’s all.”
You considered your next question for a moment.
“Does it hurt when you kiss someone? Like, does it hurt them?” You knew it was a bit personal to ask, but you were overwhelmed with curiosity.
“Uh, no. It definitely doesn’t hurt.” His eyes met yours and then dipped to the ground, his lips teasing a slight smirk. “I’ve never had any complaints anyway.”
“Ok, can I ask one more question?”
“Shoot.” He looked at you with an amused smile.
“Why did you get it done?”
An unreadable expression passed briefly over his face.
“Uh, I don’t know. I liked how it looked I guess? And it um, I hear it makes some things feel better. For your partner.” He seemed to hesitate with his answer as if he was slightly uncomfortable.
“Like with kissing? How-?”
“Can we talk about something else?” He interrupted, fidgeting in his seat. Talking about this, with you of all people, was starting to make him feel things he’d rather not.
“Well it’s just, you said it makes things feel better, but I don’t-“
“Just drop it.” He said with finality, the command in his voice signaled to you that the conversation was over. You rolled your eyes and resumed flipping through your magazine.
Lost in your thoughts, you started to absentmindedly tap your nail file on the arm of your lounger.
Tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap.
The incessant tapping of the file was beating a steady drum on Eddie’s already frazzled nerves. He shook his head in annoyance.
“Can you knock it off?” he finally blurted out in frustration.
“Make me”, you said cheekily without looking up from your reading.
Without saying another word, Eddie leaned over and grabbed the file out of your hand, sticking it in his front shirt pocket.
“Hey! Give that back!” you exclaimed in shock.
“Nope. No way”, he stated firmly, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest.
Incensed, you stood up from your lounger and stomped over in front of him, placing a hand on your hip and extending your palm.
“Give it back right now, Eddie.”
He made no attempt to move. “Not until you ask for it nicely.”
You walked closer to him, stationing yourself between his spread thighs. So close you could feel the rough fabric of his pants brush against your bare thighs. His face was eye-level with your chest and he bit his lower lip at the sight of your hardened nipples on display through the thin material of your suit.
You eyes met his in a challenging glare. “Give it back, now.”
He grinned and shook his head as if you had told him an amusing joke. When he spoke there was a glint in his eyes, but his voice was steady and firm. “Is that how you ask for what you want? I need to hear you say please.”
You couldn’t deny the flicker of excitement that ran through you when he spoke to you that way. His daring words ran down your skin like smooth molasses, making you feel warm and wet between your thighs.
“Say it.”
He held your gaze, and you shivered despite the heat in his eyes that was almost tangible.
You finally rolled your eyes and surrendered.
“Please, Eddie may I have my file?”
“Good girl, was that so hard?” he asked with a wolfish smile. His deep honeyed voice filled you with a warmth that radiated through your body, and you were surprised by your response to his words. You couldn’t stand Eddie, so why did it feel so good when he praised you?
Eddie uncrossed his arms and held open his shirt pocket to allow you to take back the file. As you reached out your hand, he teasingly grabbed it and you giggled.
“Shouldn’t you be upstairs getting ready for your date with Biff, darling?”
Starla’s voice carried loud and clear across the terrace, snapping you and Eddie out of your little game. You had been so caught up in each other that neither of you had noticed her come outside.
Eddie let go of your hand immediately and you turned away from him, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
“I was just leaving”, you stated haughtily, gathering up your things. You felt hot shame creep up your neck as Starla continued to stare at you and Eddie with a curious expression on her face.
You slipped your cover-up over your suit and told Eddie you were ready to head upstairs. He nodded and turned to follow you, averting his eyes from your form on the walk back inside.
You were fuming at the way Starla had spoken to you like you were a misbehaving child. It wasn’t like anything had even been going on.
As if you would ever be caught dead flirting with Eddie.
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When you got back to your room you were still a bit upset, but you tried to push the negative thoughts aside. You were going to need your wits about you to make it through your date night with Biff.
After showering you decided to wear your new black, strapless Valentino gown that had been personally gifted by the designer for your birthday, custom made in your size. It shimmered with thousands of hand sewn sequins and had a small bow to the side of the chest. It cut off mid-thigh, revealing just enough leg to be daring - cute but sexy. It was perfect.
You put on a black thong and garter belt to hold up your sheer black stockings. Then you slipped into the dress, skipping a bra to prevent any straps from showing.
As you reached behind you to pull up the zipper you found that it wouldn’t budge.
Fabulous.
Unsure of what to do, you opened your bedroom door and poked your head outside. Eddie was sitting on his chair fiddling with his rings, and he turned to look at you.
“Um, would you mind calling one of the maids to come up and help me?” you asked bashfully. You hated that you needed to ask for his help.
“Why?” he asked with a curious expression.
“I need help with my zipper, I think it’s stuck”. You rolled your eyes and huffed impatiently. How was this any of his business?
“You’re going to call and interrupt them just for that? I can help you.” He stood up from his chair and slowly walked toward you.
You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you looked at him, but decided he was probably right. It was just a zipper, after all.
Once Eddie got close enough, you spun around to present him with the back of your dress.
Eddie inhaled sharply when you turned to reveal your back to him. You were completely bare other than the sheer lace garter belt and the string of a thong that disappeared between the smooth cleft of your ass.
He stepped close enough to smell the faint scent of your perfume that mixed with the lingering sweetness of your soap. Eddie had to use all of the willpower at his disposal to resist running his finger down the soft slope of your back.
Instead, he tugged on the zipper but found it was snagged.
“It’s caught on the material. Just hold still.”
“No, you’ll rip it! I’ll just call-” You moved to step away from him but he grabbed you firmly by your hips, pulling your body back against him to stop you from squirming.
“I said hold still.” His voice was almost a growl in your ear, low but firm. His fingers dug slightly into the flesh of your hips as he held you in place.
You immediately stopped moving. Your heart was beating a steady drum in your chest as you closed your eyes and focused on the feeling of his hands on your body. You leaned back slightly against his firm chest, feeling the heat of his form against your exposed skin. His mouth hovered close to your ear.
“Are you going to be good and stay still for me?”
His grip remained firm and you could have sworn you heard his breath hitch when you nodded and whispered out a breathy, “yes”.
He immediately released his grip and stepped back from you, and you mourned the loss of his touch. Any annoyance you’d previously felt was now replaced by a dull ache between your legs.
As Eddie’s hands trailed down to where the zipper was stuck on the dress you could feel his warm breath fan across the back your neck, causing the small hairs on the nape to stand up.
When he attempted to free the tiny metal zipper, you shivered as the calloused pads of his fingers brushed against the small of your back.
“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly.
“Nothing. Just…your fingers are rough.”
He chuckled softly.
“Yeah, sorry. Guess that’s the price of playing guitar. I’m in a band”, he volunteered.
“Oh”, was all you managed to say. It was a good thing you didn’t find the thought of that attractive. You tried not to picture Eddie holding a guitar, his hair down, his skin shining with sweat and his hands - well ok, that was enough of that!
After a few more attempts Eddie finally freed your zipper from its snag and pulled it up for you.
Once your dress was secured, you spun around to meet his eyes. You noticed his jaw was tense and his eyes were dark endless pools that bore deep into yours. Was he still annoyed from before? You guessed that it was possible, but something about the way he was looking at you didn’t feel like anger.
“You’re not planning on following me tonight on my date are you?” you asked in a breathless voice that made you cringe internally.
“That’s kind of my job”, he muttered, still gazing at you with the same strange expression. He swallowed thickly as his deep brown eyes held yours.
Breaking his gaze, you sighed as you turned to grab your purse and jacket.
This was going to be fun.
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WRITER! LEVI X BLACK! FEM READER
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WRITER! LEVI who is surprised when you arrive on his doorstep, your body dressed in a pretty pink sweatsuit. your hair is curled and flows down in pretty, bouncy curls. you tell him that you’re the new assistant sent by the company to help him. at first he doesn’t think anything of it and allows you into his house.
WRITER! LEVI who feels odd as he watches you run around his house just doing anything to busy yourself. cleaning his room, cleaning the bathroom, sweeping the floor, washing the dishes etc.
WRITER! LEVI who catches you in his room reading one his novels. it has your cheeks warming as you read the lewd words strewn across the page, brown eyes growing wide when you hear a throat clear behind you. who can’t help but smirk as you stumble over your words and tell him that’s it’s not what it looks like. you look downright adorable as you try to explain yourself, big doe eyes barely able to meet his hungry ones.
WRITER! LEVI who sometimes will put a blanket over you when you fall asleep waiting at his desk. and every time he always thinks how peaceful and beautiful you look asleep. and maybe he sneaks some gentle touches to your face. he’s not creepy .. you’re just beautiful.
WRITER! LEVI who one day comes home absolutely pissed. he’s been getting pandered and pestered to write another book by every single person he meets .. it’s frustrating and quite annoying to him. he angrily stomps to his kitchen before pouring himself a glass of wine. it’s only after finishing it does he realize you’re standing there, watching him.
WRITER! LEVI who’ll lose his composure when you offer to help him with his writers block. the dark haired main immediately throws you over his shoulder to take you to his home office. he’ll pull out a pice of paper, and slams his lips onto yours. the kiss is hot, full of desperation and hunger. you haven’t been kissed in a while, especially not like this. your head grows foggy the deeper the kiss grows, and you can’t help the heat building up in between your thighs when his teeth sink down onto your lip.
WRITER! LEVI who tries to write something, anything. he tries to find inspiration in the way you arch your back to him, the way you moan out to him, trying to memorize and write down each of your reactions to his touch on the stupid paper. but he just can’t .. and ends up crinkling the paper up as he fucks you on the desk.
WRITER! LEVI who’ll say the dirtiest things to you. each word spoken has your insides tingling, in addition to his rough touches it has you melting right in his arms. his voice will be raspy and deep, an undertone of neediness to everything he says to you.
WRITER! LEVI who fucks you hard that night. his fingers dig into your brown skin as he fucks his cock up into you, dark eyes angry as you reach out to him. he’s merciless, hips slamming into yours so fucking hard that it shakes the entire desk. he’s not done after you cum once either and switches to eating that pretty pussy of yours for a couple minutes. after getting you to cum from that, he fucks you once more .. holding your legs down to the points that they begin to burn as his hips press up against yours with each thrust.
WRITER! LEVI who’ll make you breakfast the next morning to apologize for his rash behavior. you give him nothing but a sweet smile, and kind response that melt his heart. after breakfast you offer to wash the dishes and feel him behind you, whispering into your ear how he needs some more “inspiration” from you. you give in and end up getting fucked right over the kitchen sink, brown eyes squeezing out pleasure tears as you cum with a quiet whimper.
WRITER! LEVI who ends up publishing a book that does crazy numbers. his editors and managers blow up his phone the day of the release, absolutely overjoyed that another book of his is going so well already. he just chuckles when they ask where his inspiration came from, looking over at you tidying up the living room with a small smile on his face.
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🖤 Summary: Jimmy pulls up past midnight to blow your back out smoke you out... 🖤 Pairing: Reader (black fem) x Jimmy Uso 🖤 Warnings: 18+ only, language, NSFW, Jimmy Uso sm*t 🖤 Word count: ~2,300
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Jimmy wasn't your man but he wasn't just your friend either. 
He was someone who would throw his arms around you and cover your face in kisses to make you smile. He was someone who could make you laugh so hard your cheeks hurt. He was someone who would probably always be in your heart, no matter how many months or miles came between you.
It had been like that for a couple of years now. Jimmy was your old buddy, your smoke buddy, and your fuck buddy if the mood was right—and it often felt right. Sometimes you thought you were in love with him, and other times he thought he was in love with you, but each time you both talked yourselves out of it. 
You did love each other, but romance? Nah, it was just the good weed and really good sex that kept playing tricks on your hearts. Or at least that's what you told yourselves.
Regardless of the truth, neither of you let it stop you from linking up when he touched down in your city. You were usually his first stop before he checked into his hotel...if he even made it that far as most times he'd pass out in your bed after you were done with him.
You knew tonight would likely go down the same way when you saw your cell phone light up with a text from him. 
I'm outside. 
It was almost one a.m. and you were off work the next day. He told you he was, too, and that he'd swing by your place around this time. So you waited up, threw on a black, oversized hoodie over your pajamas, and slipped on your furry, pink slides to meet him parked at the curb in his rental red Corvette. 
The chilly wind nipped at your bare legs and white-painted toes as you scuttled up to the passenger side and slid inside as fast as you could. You were immediately hugged by the cozy heat he had on blast, as well as the mellow Al B. Sure! song.
"Do you love me, please let me know, I can tell you. Don't hide the feeling, just let it show, I can tell you..."
You heard the bass thumping before you even opened the car door and now it thumped in your chest before he turned it down to a whisper to say, "Hey, girl."
His light brown skin gleamed under the soft moonlight, his long, silky black hair twisted into a dozen braids framed his handsome, bearded face. He was reclined in the driver's seat, looking damn good in his silver chain and white, cotton sweatsuit, and looking at you with his sweet, deep brown eyes before they crinkled from the big smile spreading on his face. It made your face feel warm as you smiled back.
"Hey, boy." You brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them to stay warm as you watched Jimmy reach into the little cubby next to the gear shift to retrieve a fat ass blunt and lime-green lighter.
He put it between his full lips and lit it, breathing out a plume of white smoke that bounced off the windshield before he passed it to you. As you pinched it between your pointer finger and thumb to take a hit, you locked eyes with him again and he grinned.
"Now you knew it was cold out hea when you came out the house in them little ass shorts...you was tryna look cute for me, huh?" Jimmy snickered, his eyes falling on your brown thighs. You felt a warm thrill shimmy through you as his gaze slowly crawled back up to yours—and when he licked his lips, you felt that thrill in your pussy. Damn, the weed was already hitting if that's all it took to make it purr for him.
You handed him back the blunt as you exhaled and you mumbled, "You comin' inside, anyway...and I look cuter naked."
The heady aromas of the dro and his slightly sage scent filled your nose and turned you on, but that was nothing new when he always came over looking yummy before he got you high on the good shit. You knew Jimmy was feeling it, too, from how he bit his lip after he said, "Hell yeah, you look good naked. Butchu look good right now..."
Your head was starting to lift into the clouds, but he sent you directly to cloud nine when he leaned over the center console and cupped your chin to put his lips to yours. Your heart pounded in your chest and between your thighs from his gentle touch, and from how slowly his warm lips moved on your lips before he carefully rolled his tongue on yours. 
His kiss devoured you and you melted into him...and the way he slipped his big fingers around your throat to bring you deeper into him compelled a whimpering moan from you. The sexy Jodeci song softly crooning in the background as he made you weak in the knees didn't help, either. 
"Do you understand it’s gotta be me and you? You know how I feel, I guess you feel the same too..."
His warm breath caressed your face as he moaned back, brushing his thumb along your jaw as he grasped your throat and whispered, "Come get on my lap..."
You shifted in your seat to eagerly follow his command, but then your eyes fluttered open as you remembered. Your lazy gaze adjusted on his beautiful one through the haze as you leaned back and reminded him, "We can't do this outside. My nosey ass neighbor might call the cops again."
The memory made you both burst out laughing as that was truly wild. That night made you feel like a horny teenager all over again, right down to riding Jimmy in his backseat and making the car shake before a flashlight shined in your face through the window. You were grateful the cop let you both off the hook when you explained it was your house and driveway his car was parked in. 
"'Why donchu folks take eet inside, then?'" Jimmy impersonated the burly cop's rugged, Southern accent to a T and made you chuckle. "Psshhh, I couldn't believe that shit actually happened. Your neighbor was whack for that."
"And that's exactly why we goin' inside right now," you replied. He nodded with a smirk as he pushed the ignition to shut the car off. He followed you to your front door and up the stairs where your warm, dark bedroom was quietly waiting for you both. 
You flipped on the lamp on your nightstand which provided just enough light to see Jimmy peeling off his sweater and pants to reveal his slightly hefty and toned body, his chain glistening on his tatted chest that you covered with your hands as you got on your tiptoes to kiss him.
It quickly grew hungrier, and sloppier, than the one you shared in his car, his tongue exploring your mouth as he tugged off your clothes until you were standing there naked as he draped his arms around you. Yet he still had on his red boxer briefs and you had to correct that...especially when you felt his hard dick poking your belly. "Get these off, sir," you ordered and softly bit his bottom lip. 
"Yes, ma'am," Jimmy growled as he sucked on your top lip and yanked them down as you sat on the edge of the bed. The sight of his pretty, brown dick and balls swinging between his thighs as he stepped out of them made that warm thrill lick at you before you laced your fingers around it and licked at his mushroom-shaped tip.
You loved how that made him sigh, yet when you sucked on him, your tongue sweeping across his thick shaft that filled your mouth, his sigh deepened into a lusty groan, and you couldn't help but groan around his dick.
"Mmmn, shit...we gon' have to sixty-nine 'cause I wanna taste that pussy," Jimmy murmured through a moan before he sank his fingers into your coily hair to pluck your mouth off of him. You wanted him to taste it, hell, so you scooted over as he jumped onto your bed and hastily pulled you on top of his face with his hands on your waist. 
His greedy ass made you giggle before you moaned, your hips grinding in little thrusts as he let you ride his long, warm tongue that traced all in between your soft folds and over your tender clit. It felt so damn good that you almost forgot you were holding his dick in your hand, simply stroking it instead of sucking it as you got caught up in his mouth. Jimmy didn't seem to mind as he was too focused on you, too, his soft mustache and beard smothered in you as he suckled on your sweet spot to make you cry out.
You finally leaned down to taste him again, moaning on him as you used your hands to continue your massage on him and his taut balls. "Fuck, baby..." he cried to you as you lazily swirled your tongue around his head, lapping up his precum. He was lapping at you, as well, that tongue still working on your clit and sending hot tremors up your spine each time he gently pulled it between his lips with an audible smacking noise that sounded as sexy as it felt.
And you let it pull you under, feeling too good from the weed and the way he munched on you with his fingers digging into your hips to resist cumming hard as your pussy throbbed and dripped onto his tongue. You thought you could catch your breath if you slid him out of your throat, but your moans still took your breath away—and Jimmy wasn't done making you scream yet.
"That's it, baby. Bounce on that dick. Don't stop." His demands fell from his lips as a few husky grunts that made your pussy grip it as you pounced up and down on him. You propped yourself up with your hands on his muscular thighs but he was still hitting deliciously deep, and you shouted to the ceiling that he made you stare at as he held you by your hair and yanked it back.
You were in a daze of heated bliss, your body warm and tingling as you fucked him and yourself into a stupor, feeling so high, so luscious, so harmonious with him that you seamlessly drifted from one position to another. You blinked and Jimmy had you on all fours as he slapped your ass with one big hand while the other pinned you down by the nape of your neck when you tried to run from his deep backshots. His soft laughter floated from behind you as he quietly moaned, "You do this every time. Stay still so I can make you cum, baby."
That's when he pushed the arch out of your back to make you lie flat on your stomach so he could cover you with his heat, wrapping his arm around your neck, extending the other one to the bed, and planting kisses on your face as he stroked slowly on your g-spot until your eyes rolled in your head.
"Jimmy...unnhhh, Jimmy," was all you could moan over and over as he dominated your senses... 
His mouth stained with the flavor of your juices that he made you taste. His sagey cologne in your nostrils. His deep voice in your ear as he talked you through your climax. His chain stuck to your back, damn near hot to the touch from all this skin to skin. His thick dick nestled in you as you creamed on it.
And then he flipped you over so you could see his gorgeous face as it scrunched up in pleasure, his pink, pouty lips letting out sweet moans when he fondled his dick and came on your stomach. You loved the feel of every warm rope that landed on you...loved the feel of his hands on your thighs as he kissed them...loved the way he gazed at you. You just loved him.
Your heart fluttered at the epiphany dawning on you yet again. Ugh, dammit, you were in love him. 
The thought lingered in your heart even after you both cleaned up and cuddled under your sheets, his big head resting on your bare chest and your fingers delicately skimming his scalp through his braids. You cherished how it made him purr like a cat and give you tummy kisses as he held you close to him. He yawned a few times as he got comfortable on you, and you smiled down at him before kissing his forehead.
"Do you wanna just...stay over? It's late," you asked in a hushed tone. When you checked your phone fifteen minutes ago, it was nearly three-thirty a.m. Besides, he knew as well as you did that it was too cold out and too warm in this bed to leave now...
"I was gonna ask but I didn't wanna be in your way," Jimmy grumbled sleepily. You had to laugh. The man had at least three makeshift outfits left behind in your closet from his previous visits, plus his favorite bar soap stashed in your bathroom.
"'In my way?' Hell, you done spent the night enough you might as well have a key."
"A key? You want me to move in? 'Cause I'll do it," he teased and tickled your tummy with his fingertips grazing over it. 
"I ain't say all that." You sucked your teeth but grinned. "But it'll be cheaper than a hotel every time. You know I care 'bout your wallet."
"Well, I appreciate you," Jimmy replied before he leaned up to press his lips to yours for a quick kiss. "You know I love you, right?"
The way his mesmeric, brown eyes bored into yours as he declared that had your heart fluttering again as you said slowly, "Yeah...I love you, too." 
He made you melt once again as he kissed you, yet his fingers still tickled your belly, forcing you to giggle and making him ask playfully, "What's funny?!"
"You," you goaded him. That made his gaze darken as he suddenly slipped his fingers lower and brushed them along your sensitive clit. A soft, surprised moan jumped out of you and now he giggled.
"Was that funny, too?" he goaded you back, fastening his eyes on you as his middle fingers gently delved between your lower lips still a little tender and gushy from how he beat it up earlier. He watched how his touch made you whine for him as he tapped at your clit...and when he gingerly pushed in his middle finger, he seemed to wait for you to moan again from how he caressed up on your g-spot before he inhaled the subtle sound with his kiss.
"Mmmn, you play too damn much, boy," you complained with another moan on his lips. 
"But that's why you love me, girl," Jimmy breathed. You knew he was right and you adored the feel of his sexy smirk as he added softly, "And I love you, too." 
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HALOS, HORNS & EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN.
GENRE Roommate AU, Smut, Hint of Romance
PAIRING Jongseong/Jay x Fem!Reader x Heeseung
WARNINGS 18+ ONLY MDNI, Threesome, Cursing, Jealousy, Breast worship (what’s new), Making out, Oral sex (f!receiving), Mention of food, Light biting, Daddy kink, Role play, Cum eating/swapping, Unresolved feelings, Dom!Jay, SoftDom!Heeseung, PowerSub!Reader, HeeJay are pervs
SUMMARY After several long months of ignoring the angel and devil living across the hall, said roommates take matters into their own hands to please you on your special day. 
WORD COUNT 4k
AUTHOR’S NOTE This one’s simple but kinda crazy?? ngl I REALLY got carried away with the wc for this first request, but I’m going to try and keep the others shorter so I can get through them quicker. Definitely felt less pressure while writing this for fun tho. Happy birthday 🪶 anon! I took some artistic liberties with your simple request lmao, but hope you and everyone enjoy it regardless (if it’s not ur cuppa tea dw!) 🖤🤍🖤🤍 
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After an incredibly rough week of work, you’d completely forgotten to switch off your alarm last night so you could sleep in for your birthday. It was your long-awaited day. 
“The fuck,” You groaned before tapping the screen of your phone to silence the obnoxious sound. 
Clambering and scurrying footsteps could be heard outside your bedroom and in the shared kitchen. A nagging feeling in your stomach told you that you wouldn’t be allowed back to sleep any time soon. 
After about a minute, you noticed the sound of your roommates gathering outside your door— then knuckles tentatively rapping against it.
You pulled your duvet over your head and curled up tighter onto your side, refusing to answer. 
Another knock.
It was more insistent this time, annoyingly so. 
“What?” Your grumpy tone made it known that they were unwelcome visitors this early in the morning. 
Please go away…
Jay, seemingly unbothered by your attitude, cracked open the door, surveying your condition before swinging it wide open to reveal a birthday cake in his hand. 
Heeseung didn’t look any better than you in his black sweatsuit set and cowlicked ash-gray hair hiding his half-lidded eyes. Jay more than likely dragged him out of bed to help him prepare your surprise, yet he still gave you a smirk behind Jay’s shoulder and flashed you a peace sign. 
With a mischievous smile, Jay strode to the edge of your bed wearing a typical pair of gray sweatpants and a black tank, his lean arms on display. “Morning, birthday girl.” 
Heeseung made his way in and released a handful of red and pink balloons that floated to the ceiling; you’d think it was Valentine's Day or something. “Happy birthday, ___.”
Slowly, you dragged yourself up to sitting, keeping your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You rubbed your eyes, “I can’t believe I sabotaged myself with my alarm today.”
“Happens to the best of us,” Jay balanced the cake in one hand as he kneeled on the floor by your bed and ran a hand through his pale blonde hair, “And well, now you just have more of your day to enjoy. But first, cake.”
Of course, they knew better than to sing. You sighed and stared down at the simple, pink-frosted cake piped with red dollops in a heart-shaped border. 
In the center was written in red frosting:
u can’t pick ur dad
but u can pick ur daddy(s)
hbd!!!
You snorted and pressed a hand to your lips, raising an eyebrow at the two. Grammatically, it didn’t even make any sense, but you guessed it wasn’t supposed to. 
“What the hell is this? Which of you—” You barely managed to get out, shoulders shaking from laughter as you eyed Heeseung and gave Jay a look of scrutiny, “Or should I even bother to ask?”
In return, Jay playfully swiped the pads of his fingers across the corner of your lips, effectively smearing a bit of pink cream onto your skin. 
“Hey—“ Despite flinching, your tongue automatically darted out to sample the rich semi-sweet frosting, eyes widening in approval, “Mm!”
Jay chuckled and licked the remaining frosting off of his thick fingers, watching as you quickly averted his gaze, “I baked and decorated it. Obviously. But this guy stalked your Pinterest boards and saw something similar. So that’s how we got the idea, I guess.”
“Stalked? I just follow her,” Heeseung insisted, twirling the pink ribbon from a balloon around his finger. The two of them glanced at each other, and despite being touched by the sentiment, you paused.
While you had some pretty questionable content saved to the boards on your account, you definitely couldn’t have known Heeseung bothered to keep an eye on them.
What else did they see?
“Oh— how thoughtful of you,” You glanced over at the culprit, who suddenly found your carpet fascinating.
Jay cleared his throat and gestured the candle-lit cake towards you, its dancing flames taunting you, “Well, make your wish before the candle wax melts all over it, ___. Anything you want?”
“Hm,” You casually stretched your arms and shrugged off your blanket to reveal your gym shorts riding up your thighs as you crossed your ankles, “So if I wished for you both to leave me alone right now, you’d grant my wish?”
Heeseung untangled his finger from the balloon ribbon, blinking in surprise just as Jay’s shoulders slumped slightly, a flicker of hurt unexpectedly crossing his features. The blond pressed his lips together and stood to his feet. 
“Well, if that’s what you want. We’ll leave you be.”
“Jay…”
He nearly bumped into Heeseung on his way out but stopped at the sound of your sultry voice. 
Heeseung seemed enraptured as you gnawed at your lips and ushered Jay back with a simple look and tilt of your chin. The younger man’s gaze settled on the stretch of your thin cotton shirt over your breasts, and you felt yourself flush.
“I’m fucking with you both. Bring my pretty cake back.”
Both of them seemed to perk up as though they misheard you before trying to cover up how your choice words affected them.  
Jay huffed at your smug grin, “Go on then, blow it out, princess.”
With a roll of your eyes, you leaned forward and blew out the candles lined along the top of the rosy pink cake, leaving a trail of smoke in the air. 
“There, I made my wish. Thank you, boys.”
The last word seemed to grate on Jay’s nerves, with the way he haphazardly slid your cake onto your desk. 
“Hey, be careful. Why wouldn’t you handle your hard work with care? I’m gonna eat that later,” You quipped. 
“What was your wish?” Jay dared to ask, crossing his arms as he leaned back onto your desk. 
That earned him a weird look from you. 
“You can’t just ask her that,” Heeseung nudged Jay in his side and took the opportunity to sit next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight. Heeseung was a bit intimidating in size, but his proximity didn’t make you uncomfortable in the slightest— or so you liked to tell yourself. “We’re not done with your gifts yet.”
You faced him and leaned back on your hand, placing the other atop your thighs, skin suddenly prickling with goosebumps. “No?”
Heeseung couldn’t help the subtle smile playing at his lips due to the unnecessary but predictable tension between you and Jay, “We know the extra attention isn’t your favorite, but just for today, don’t fight it.”
“What do you mean? Don’t fight what exactly…?” You continued to feign confusion, feeling your heart thump erratically as Heeseung tucked your messy hair behind your ears and dragged his soft caress along your warm cheeks.
You felt a sense of adoration in his touch, those languid eyes of his melting into your own so you wouldn’t have doubts about what was to follow. 
“This,” The manner in which Heeseung moved against you was gentle but confident, his moist lips capturing yours as though he didn’t want a second with you to go to waste but still knew he could take his time with you. 
How could you fight such a sweet kiss?
Not long after, Heeseung began to playfully prod his tongue along your inner cheek before swirling it against yours, slowly dropping his palms down your delicate neck, then even lower, until he found your soft breasts. The squeeze of his warm hands around them sent a jolt through your body and tightened the knot in your belly; you couldn’t help but arch your back to press closer to him with an airy moan.
It took a second before you realized the gravity of what you were doing with your shyest roommate and steadied yourself against his chest. “Heeseung—”
Then you felt a rougher set of fingers hook underneath your jaw and steal you away from Heeseung’s kisses. 
Jay stood over you and held you in place, pressing a frosting-dipped thumb past your lips, the flavor awakening your tastebuds once more. 
“Suck,” Jay commanded under his breath, which was somehow more intimidating than if he were to shout it. As he pushed the pad of his thumb down onto your wet muscle, you obediently closed your lips around the knuckle of his finger and met his keen eyes.
He nodded approvingly, “That’s a good girl.”
It was common for the two of you to always give each other a hard time, but if he ever overstepped his boundaries, he always made up for it through an unexpected warm gesture or a home-cooked meal the next day once things had simmered down. He wasn’t as much of a hardass as he let on.
At first, Heeseung appeared to be the most laid-back and benevolent of you three, but you always figured he was more of a maverick than one might initially guess. It wasn’t until he started playing clever pranks on you after a couple of months of getting to know him that you realized you’d finally cracked through that bashful exterior of his.
Although the three of you shared an undeniable chemistry that allowed you to live together as roommates without entirely wanting to rip each other’s throats out, neither of them had ever made a move on you before— and you couldn’t have ever guessed they’d make a move on you together.
Were there signals over the months that you’d missed? Looking back, yes, that might’ve been the case— but you’d chosen to ignore them due to an inability to make up your mind. Perhaps that’s why things were getting out of hand; you’d driven the two of them up the wall, and they had no choice but to retaliate.
All you could do right now is try to make it through whatever they had in store for you… and somehow, you didn’t mind that. 
“Hate it?” Jay asked.
Judging by your heavy eyelids and the sweet hum of your voice vibrating against his digit, he had an idea that it was quite the contrary.
“Figured,” Jay removed his thumb from your mouth with a pop and leaned over to pull you against his lips for a crushing kiss of his own.
He was all heat and didn’t hesitate to tug your lips between his teeth or shove his tongue against yours until you were red in the face, gasping for air and more of him simultaneously. 
“Mmh— Jay!”
He gave you a haughty look and continued to make a mess out of you, ruthlessly nipping at your ear and down your neck, knowing that you enjoyed the roughness of his affection. It almost killed you when he slowed down a bit, eyes flickering open to stare at you with his forehead pressed to yours, breathing the same air as you.
Right then, you felt Heeseung mouth over the fabric of your shirt, gradually coaxing your nipple to hardness. With the moan you rewarded him with, he grew bold and pulled the fabric over your breasts to take the one closest into his mouth, suckling sweetly around it.
You swore your nipples had a direct connection to your clit because it pulsed against your tight shorts and made you sink your fingers into tufts of Heeseung’s dark grey hair with a whimper.
Of course, Heeseung would be the one to make you give in.  
After seeing your lovely reactions to his other roommate’s ministrations, Jay promptly kneeled on the bed and caught your other nipple with his soft lips. You cried out as he released it with a smack, only to continuously flick at the tip with his tongue, sending you into oblivion. 
The two boys worked in tandem to pleasure you, tugging at your delicate nipples and laying kisses on your burning skin, the delicious sounds of their mouths worshiping your body falling on your ears. How they had their own ways of going about it made you feel even more cherished by the two. This was the kind of gift that kept on giving. 
“Oh my god, that feels so good,” Panting, you tipped your head back and squeezed your eyes shut, letting the pleasure wash over your body at being tended to with such enthusiasm. Your panties were growing wetter by the second. 
“I told you she’d lose it once we started milking her tits,” Heeseung commented, reaching up to stroke your cheek with his thumb, “Like the feeling of getting milked that much, baby?”
The way Heeseung addressed you made your stomach do flips. 
“Mmn, yes… You guys are fucking— ah— crazy,” You whined helplessly.
“We’re not the ones posting kinky shit to our public socials,” Jay deflected with a hoarse laugh, remembering something in particular he saw on yours that he liked.
He continued to suck and knead at your breast with the intent to make you swell under his touch, and by the time you were begging for release, he wanted you to be soaked through your little shorts.
With a bit of tooth and control, Jay gradually sucked around your areola until you let out a delighted yelp, in which he quelled your pain with laps of his tongue. He was extremely cognizant of how your hips twitched, inviting him to touch you further.
“Hngh— please, it’s not like I planted a seed in your minds. You were both perverts to start with,” You shot back despite feeling stranded in the fog of bliss, “Jacking off in the shower with my soap…”
Jay, in particular, froze at your accusation.
“I’ve used that brand my whole life and noticed each bottle went quicker ever since I moved in with you two. And then jacking off in my bed when I’m not home—”
You punctuated your slight annoyance by curling your fingers around Heeseung’s cheeks. That irked you a bit more than Jay’s shower antics for hygienic reasons.
“I can smell your shampoo all over my pillow, you know. Can you at least change my sheets out of courtesy once you’re done? Bet you wanted me to figure it out, didn’t you?”
The entirety of Heeseung’s skin above his collar turned a deep shade of scarlet, his large eyes shining from embarrassment. “Shit, uh. I-I…I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll even do your laundry for a month.”
“What, so you can steal another pair of my panties?”
Heeseung couldn’t hide his startled expression. A few seconds passed before a smirk made its way onto his flushed face, and he wet his lips. “‘Course not …”
Jay cocked a brow at Heeseung having been exposed to the degree that he was. Really, the two of them should’ve known better. Although the blond wasn’t sure if there were more things Heeseung’s done that you hadn’t caught onto yet, he knew that to be so in his case.
“I knew it all along,” You sat up straighter and stroked Jay and Heeseung beneath their chin, spreading your legs to reveal how your arousal had seeped through your layer of panties staining the fabric of your bottoms a darker, enticing shade.
With greedy looks in their eyes, both boys set their sights on the evidence of your excitement, saliva collecting under their tongues. 
“So, how are you both really gonna make up for such shameless, deranged behavior?”
Heeseung felt his cock twitch heavily in his sweatpants at your challenge, knowing it was all your fault. 
“We were just getting to that part,” Jay appealed, caressing his hand along your inner thigh, dipping closer and closer to your warmth, “___, trust me, you’ll forget all about our fuck-ups in a few minutes.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” You directed Heeseung to continue stimulating your tits by dragging his chin forward as you leaned back onto your elbows. 
He peeked over his shoulder at Jay, who positioned himself between your legs, and it was evident by the dark glint in his eyes that he wanted to taste you as well. However, you judged his sinful shenanigans to be greater than Jay’s and instead jerked his head towards your chest, your free hand gripping your breast.
“C’mon, Daddy, make my wish come true. Milk my tits and pussy, I want it so badly...”
That was a first. Your words seemed to reset the two back in order; Heeseung’s breath caught in his chest, but Jay fell back into the flow of things quicker. 
“Shit, baby. We’ll give it to you.”
You squirmed as Jay ran his hot tongue over the seam tucked between your swollen mound, his fingers tugging at your waistband to strip you bare.
Heeseung held your hazy gaze as he yanked off his top, tossing it onto the floor before diving back into devouring your breasts. With each messy kiss placed on your chest, your entire body shuddered, and Heeseung found himself groaning against your skin from how amazing it felt to finally gratify his urges for you. 
It was so satisfying to make you moan nonsensical things while feeling your nails scrape along his nape and upper back. 
Once Jay freed you from your shorts, all that was left was your drenched panties, which he took an even more passionate lap at, shoving his tongue against the dip of your entrance through the fabric but all too conveniently avoiding where you needed him most. 
“Mm, Daddy… please,” You whispered with a gulp, spreading your legs even wider to lure him in, “Please make me come on your tongue.”
Jay’s eyes softened; in return, he pressed a kiss to the flesh of your trembling thigh and began to remove the last barrier of clothing that kept him from your warm, wet pussy. “Alright, baby. I’m gonna help you come so much, okay?”
“Mhmm…” You nodded.
Ah, it was so different to see him like this. He’d always spoiled you one way or another, hadn’t he?
If only you noticed how his cock was straining in his pants at seeing you spread so prettily for him while thoroughly enjoying getting your tits sucked. 
“I haven’t seen a pussy prettier than this,” Jay commented, catching his roommate’s attention.
For a second, you were given a chance to breathe and merely collapsed onto the sheets, staring up at the balloon-covered ceiling as Heeseung leaned over your body to enjoy the sight of your arousal dripping down your folds. 
“Fuck, it’s so wet,” Heeseung murmured, his eyes drinking up the erotic view of you from above as he spread your lips apart with his middle and index fingers. “Look at that drooly little hole. It’s clenching so tightly…”
Jay chuckled, and you could only whimper, feeling Heeseung’s breath ghost over your pussy. Hearing them talk about you so casually caused your face to overheat; you wondered if they ever discussed you behind your back like this. 
“Think this pink little clit would like it if we suck on it?”
Before Jay could respond, Heeseung pressed forward and swiped his tongue across your swollen clit, fit his lips around the nub, and then sucked. 
“Heeseung!” You jerked against his face and reached back to grip your duvet, feeling more wetness drip onto your sheets. 
Heeseung had the nerve to snicker in front of Jay’s face before pressing himself back up at the sound of your needy voice.
Jay’s jaw clenched, but he hadn’t made a move to stop the other male since it wasn’t against their agreement. All he could do was sink his grip into your mattress, pissed that Heeseung had just stolen the first taste of you from him.
Well, he did practically invite him over to gloat before feasting on you. He just didn’t anticipate that it’d backfire; should’ve thought twice about that. 
Little did you know it’d work in your favor. 
“Mm, knew you’d taste like candy,” Heeseung hummed, clearly trying to hold back a smile. He tipped your chin up, his voice low and tender, “Give Daddy a kiss, I want you to taste yourself.”
You were tentative in doing so but eventually got lost in the sensation of sharing the taste of your arousal with Heeseung. It made your lips tingle, toes curling against Jay’s shoulders. 
“Ah…”
Every inch of your skin became a magnet for Heeseung’s lips as he kept himself busy, rubbing at your tits, fully aware of the havoc he’d wreaked with Jay. He supposed that’s one thing he shared in common with you— getting on Jay’s nerves when he felt like it. 
Oh, were you feeling absolutely dizzy now, and even more so when a plush pair of lips you’d been missing began to make out with your pussy. 
You exhaled harshly and glimpsed down your body at the blond tending to your aching mound. All that softness previously on display was gone; Jay’s never looked more starved than he did now, grip fierce on your thighs whilst plunging his tongue into your pussy.    
“Oh fuck, Jay—!“
He wasn’t messing around. With each heavy drag of his hot tongue on your clit, your muscles seized, breath growing shorter and shorter, your body on the brink of an orgasm. 
Heeseung latched onto your tit and rolled your other nipple under his fingers, watching your desperate expression from beneath his lashes. 
With the incredible sensations you were experiencing all over the pleasure points of your body, you were done for. 
Jay reveled in the fact that you couldn’t keep your plush thighs from squeezing tightly around his head. He was just as attentive to your responses as Heeseung, his kisses to your clit pushing you over the edge as your eyes fluttered shut. 
Shocks of pleasure traveled up your core, causing spasms throughout your entire body. The boys couldn’t get enough of your precious moans echoing off your bedroom walls, and Jay seemed to be enjoying your high as much as you were. You felt his moans rumble against your skin— had a feeling he was savoring every drop of you.  
Heeseung fondly ran his fingers through strands of your hair strewn across the sheets while your limbs were awash with ecstasy. Despite your twitching, you felt Jay continue to dip between your thighs and gather your creamy release on his tongue. Shortly after, he crept over your body and reached for your jaw, his eyes trained on yours as you felt his cock scorch against your abdomen.
“Open,” He urged, and not a second later, you were mindlessly offering him your tongue. 
Your cream dribbled from the tip of his tongue onto yours, like honey— and just before the strand could break, he sealed his lips over yours, stroking deeply and slowly into your mouth like he wanted you to blackout in his arms from lack of oxygen.
Oh god…
After all that, you managed to let out a breathless chuckle and offer Jay a bashful smile which he returned.
“So, did we somewhat make up for our shameless, deranged behavior?” He asked. 
Well. You supposed you could say you weren’t nearly as put off by the secret perversions that took place over the past several months as you were 30 minutes ago.
You swallowed thickly, adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you pressed your sticky thighs together. “Yeah… a bit.”
“Just ‘a bit’ she says. Good thing we have more gifts,” Heeseung exchanged a look of amusement with Jay and kneeled by your side.
He began to stroke himself over the jet black sweatpants hanging low on his hips, brazenly shooting you a heated look as he did.
Without thinking, you reached out to touch him, and his large hand immediately covered yours, guiding you to squeeze along his thick cock and feel him up as you pleased. You just couldn’t get your hands on enough of him— either of them.
Heeseung clicked his tongue.
“Wanna open mine?”
A/N CONT.
Yay, I can finally add something to Jay’s repertoire! It was fun to see what naturally came out on the page for him in this fic, he ended up being Very Daddy. 😵‍💫 I actually started a femdom sub!Jay fic months ago but never got around to finishing it so I’m glad some other anons requested more of him lmao
I wasn’t sure if I’d like writing a threesome fic, but I thought I’d try it out– I didn’t hate it. A threesome tit sucking scene had been a long time comin 🤭 ANYWAYS Hee was a nice contrast to Jay in this as I’m still high off of him in NIIY. 🥰 This is also my first time writing in some aspects of a Daddy kink, but I’m still exploring it. Let me know if you enjoyed that aspect bc I know I usually tend towards more switch dynamics in my fics?
I was about to write a part 2, but I gotta get the other requests done! Also random but not, I feel like perv Hee is just a running joke in this fandom on here, so I’m just keeping the legend alive (again), he’s the official panty thief ™
As always, reblog, like or follow me if you enjoyed and check out my masterlist for more fics ⚰️🖤 It’s appreciated!
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dilfl0v3rss · 10 months
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Basketball player ony x cheerleader reader?
coming right up boooo🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽
tonight was game night, but not only for your boyfriend. as a cheerleader games were just at important to you as they were to ony. “mama you seen my socks?” he yelled from the living room as he dug in his bag for the third time looking for these damn socks. though it was nine in the morning and the game was at 8 in the afternoon, you and ony both had prep to be at by eleven. usually the two of you would still be in bed at this time on a saturday regardless of the game, but due to your recent activities last night neither of you prepared anything for the morning.
“in the dryer baby. they might be a little damp cause i just put em in ten minutes ago.” you yelled from the bathroom. words muffled as you leaned over the sink with your toothbrush still in your mouth. “shit” he mumbled as he ran towards the dryer. still in just his boxers and durag as he opened the still running dryer to feel for any water still in his socks. “shit!!” you had just finished brushing your teeth. pink scarf wrapped around your ponytail as you ran towards your bag to double check your uniform.
“papa you seen my bow? s’not in my bag!” you walked towards the door to find your boyfriend when you were met with his hard chest. face in a pout at he held pink socks in his hand. “babyyyy loookk” he whined as he showed you his usually white compression shirt that was now pink as well. “shit!!” you yelled. “what we gon dooo?” you sucked your teeth before running to your dresser. pulling out a pair of fresh socks. “cant do nun about the shirt so you gon have to play with just the jersey on, but you can wear these and i’ll get you some more tomorrow.”
ony quickly kissed your cheek before pointing towards his bedside drawer. “ian know where to put it so i just put it in my drawer” you gave him a quiet ‘okay’ before quickly walking to his side of the bed, pulling the bow out of his drawer before putting it in your bag. you took a deep breath before you looked up at your still half naked boyfriend leaving the room. “ony?” he walked back in the room with his bag on his shoulder. “hmm?” “where your clothes at?”
panic began to set in his mind as he thought of the last place he seen his team sweatsuit. eyes glued on the ceiling as he was deep in thought. “aww hell nah. baby where is it? you literally can’t leave without it on.” ony lifted his hand, cutting you off. “i know mama, i know. i’ll find it. you got yours?” you immediately closed your mouth. where did you leave that sweatsuit? “see?! look at you in my business and you don’t even know where your shit at.”
now it was your turn to wave your hand to cut him off before you walked out of the room in search of your cheerleading warmup. you ended up finding them both folded up on the dryer. at least you got one thing done last night. you gave ony his clothes and the both of you got dressed. before you got in the car the two of you made sure to double and triple check your bags before leaving your apartment.
“what you getting for breakfast?” ony mumbled as he made his journey to the starbucks that was just two minutes away from campus. “whatever i get we gon have to share cause we don’t got time to wait for two orders.” he nodded in agreement as he parallel parked right in front of the store. before you left the car you felt a light tug on your arm. “none of that healthy shit mama. i’m a big boy i want sum wit meat in it.” you rolled your eyes as you pulled his arm off of yours.
“you gon eat what i bring lil boy.” ony sucked his teeth before watching you walk into the starbucks. you ended up coming back with a bagel with avocado spread, which your boyfriend wasn’t happy about, but he didn’t have the time to argue with you so he sucked it up and ate his half as he drove the two of you back to campus. you were making good time since it was just hitting 10:15 when you got there. as the two of you approached the locker rooms you gave ony a kiss.
his large hands gripped your ass as he slid his tongue in your mouth. deepening the kiss to the point where you felt like if you didn’t stop him soon the both of you would end up in the locker room getting each other in trouble. “nuh uhh papa save it for after you win.” his lips curved into a smirk as he slid his hand off your ass, putting his finger under your chin so he can look in your eyes. “make sure you give daddy a show during halftime aight? ion get to watch the whole thing, but for the little part i do watch make it real sexy f’me”
you roll your eyes as you nod at his request, giving him another quick kiss. “i love you mama” he pulled you into a tight hug, breathing in your scent as much as he can before he’s separated from you for the rest of the day. “i love you more baby. good luckkk!!” as you released each other you gave your boyfriend two more quick pecks before he put his hand on the doorknob to his locker room.
“ion need luck when i got you”
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bucknastysbabe · 1 year
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The Handler ★ 2001 ★ I think, therefore I am
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Rating: Explicit:
Tags: TW!!! HTP, Bucky being abused by strike team, manipulative relationship, Stockholm aspects/soldier is truly incapable of consent, Hydra!reader, handler!reader, sub!bucky, prostate milking, caretaking, touch starveddddd, Bucky has a Bad Thought.
A/N: Working on bigger stuff and needed a break so threw this up and goin to attempt some asks
You had the mission debrief typed out and printed for your meeting with Pierce. Every time the asset was utilized he requested a personal meeting with you. They usually were short and blunt, sometimes he’d needle you for any shortcomings but you held strong.
Getting up and stretching, your back clicked from sitting at this wretched desk all day. You’d go change and hit the gym made for the Strike boys. Emphasis on boys. You hated the childish mongrels, often catcalling or making dirty remarks about your precious star.
There were other women, but few and far between with this level of clearance. You clicked down long gray hallways toward the locker rooms. Somewhere to the left is where they held your boy. He was in cryo recuperating. You had sucked him off in your chair last time before sending the asset onwards.
Scanning your card you entered the desolate woman’s lockers. You tried to keep your thoughts from returning to swollen pink lips and teary blue eyes, chanting commander over and over and over. Changing into a black sweatsuit you grabbed a small towel and headed to the training room/gym.
Your mouth twisted in horror at the sight surrounding the ‘pen’ as they liked to call it. Where agents could spar with each-other. Your precious boy was once again bloodied and bruised up, fighting off three of the men. Rumlow howled while waving cash, “Last one standing gets his ass!” The others laughed and hooted.
The asset was animalistic, eyes wide and nostrils flared. He was likely confused being so soon ripped out of cryo with no chair, no mission. He grabbed a man’s head and started bashing it into the padding of the ground, the other two realizing then Soldier was in fight mode.
You barked, “Soldat! Soldier!”
He was still slamming the guys head into a bloody pulp, snarling and wild. Rumlow shouted, “Get back get back, I have the stick! Fuck!” You hopped over the railing and advanced on Rumlow, “You stupid fucking pig! He’s not a goddamn toy! This documentation is going to be a nightmare.”
The soldier wiped his bloody titanium on his thigh, slowly looking up at you and Rumlow. The young and arrogant leader scoffed, “Just a bit of fun, didn’t know he was going to go psycho!” You waved your hands in anger, eyes flickering down to the stun baton in Brock’s hand. You seethed quietly, stumbling over your English in anger, “You put in chair first! Blyat.”
“I see it as a good way to get the weak ones out. It’s called bonding you stone cold commie bitch.”
You clenched your fists and swallowed back another angry tirade.
“Get the fuck out of my sight and get a goddamn crew out here Rumlow. That’s an order.”
He scoffed again and swaggered off, leaving you with your boy and the remains of some shit stain of an agent. He looked up at you with deceptively wide eyes, face splattered with blood. In that soft tone of his he uttered, “They told me to fight.”
Carding your fingers through blood-tacked hair you agreed, “They did. Weren’t supposed to but they did. You did what was asked. Come on, follow me.” You knew there were cameras and microphones all over this gym so you kept the pet names to a minimum.
It was a chore having to pull out the listening devices in your office weekly.
Soldat followed along, arms clasped in front, breathing heavily. You’d get him washed in the woman’s showers. Not the damn hose they usually sprayed your baby with. You stated, “Even if it seems real, don’t kill another agent. That looks bad on you and therefore me, okay? You want me to be your handler, yes?”
He nodded, “Only you. Order noted.”
Once inside the lockers you configured the clearance up a notch for security reasons. Brock knew to let you deal with him, no matter how jealous the prick was. Your pretty boy was only clad in his cryo suit, a tight black thing constraining his huge muscles. “Turn sweetheart,” you said.
You unzipped him, frowning at his mottled back and hips. “Soldier, maintenance check.” He stepped out of the rest of the suit while listing off.
“Total functions at 80%. Mentally, confusion and fear are interfering with typical functions. Physically, contusions and bruises, fifth metacarpal fracture, superior labial frenulum tear.”
You sat him down and kneeled between his thighs, sliding your thumb across the torn piece that swelled his upper lip up. The asset grunted but remained still. You hissed, “They do not get it. A bunch of silly boys. I’m sorry they woke you up for this nonsense.”
“I did not mean to kill Agent 0447 I thought the objective was to eliminate until one was left.”
He looked so sad. They’d still give your baby a hard time for this. You caressed a bruised cheek and cooed, “Rumlow should know better. Perfect soldier like you deserves better than shoddy unplanned orders.”
“Yes commander,” he said, so quietly. You hated how despondent the soldier had been lately. He needed maintenance but all they had was the chair, nothing for the human locked inside the weapon.
That’s what Soldat was created to be though. The fist of Hydra. He was a powerful weapon. You were growing weak. Vasily would chide you for this. You couldn’t make yourself care at the moment.
“You need to wash. I’ll help you,” you said.
All of the stalls were furnished with soaps, brushes, and towels. You stripped down yourself, quick and ungainly. Going to the furthest stall you turned on the water, hot as can be for him. The asset liked to be warm and rarely had the chance.
You stepped in and beckoned, “C’mon then precious star, need to get you cleaned up.” He padded over, seeming to melt under the hot spray with a sigh. There wasn’t much room for the two of you, his bulk taking up the space. He wouldn’t have to do a thing.
You first grabbed a scrub brush and asked for the arm, gently getting the encrusted blood out of the grooves. Soldat shifted a bit, clenching his jaw tight. You thought the arm was a work of art, he hated it with a passion without even uttering the words.
“Good boy,” you murmured.
Next came the shampoo, you moving soldat to the tiny built in bench. He ogled your body, fingertips twitching to touch. Your boy’s cock, hanging heavy between his thighs was beginning to plump up.
You shampooed his dark hair, washing out the blood, grease, and sweat. He moaned low in his chest, enjoying the gentle scratching of your nails. You rambled, “Can’t believe they gave that young asshole clearance to even breathe near you. I’m sorry sweet baby.”
You scratched at his lower scalp, earning a hiss when you scraped over a bad bruise. You apologized quickly and moved him back under the shower spray, rinsing the suds out. Next was the soap and towel, you methodically washing every part of him as gentle as possible.
You’d get his privates last.
Coming up from his feet and shins rubbed a hand down the soldier’s flank. He was trembling and whining under his breath, turned on by all the good touch. You breathed, “Almost there precious star, be good, you’ll get a reward.”
“I- I don’t deserve one,” he moaned.
Furrowing your brow you cursed in Russian before snapping, “You did nothing wrong. You didn’t know. Look at you now, being so good for commander. Hush.”
You rinsed the towel and soaped it up again, getting his swollen cock and balls soapy. Soldat whimpered and braced his clacking left arm on the wall. “Soon, soon precious.” You moved the rag around the scrub from taint to his tailbone, earning another warbled cry.
You turned him under the spray and placed your hands on huge pectorals, praising, “All done. My sweet boy. I’m giving you the chance for a reward, but that’s up to you.” He shivered again when you placed a soft kiss on his sternum.
The soldier seemed to be weighing his options, jaw clicking, puffy lip poked further out. His cock was leaking and almost purple. Your baby begged, “Please, anything Commander. I’ll do better next time.”
“You did fine, get a towel and lean against the bench.” He knew what you meant, placing a pillow for his bruised knees. They were already healing but the best deserved the best. You padded to your locker to get a comb. Your hair was short right now so the asset would get a nice brush.
He was almost purring as you combed through dark locks, working through knots fine and gentle. With the aid of some hair oil. It hung in loose waves now, gorgeous just like him. You cooed, “Beautiful boy. No one could make a face that pretty if they tried.” He shivered and eyed you over a thick shoulder.

Using the oil from earlier you slicked up your fingers and his asshole, sliding around the twitching pucker. Baby was eager for it, bending and spreading out for you. He whimpered in broken languages under his breath, droplets on pale skin shining under the bright white light.
You breached him with two of your slim fingers, easing your way inside his tight channel. The brunette’s breathing was tight and short. Your other hand slid down his back, commanding him to relax some. “I’ve got you, любовь, I’ve got you.” You didn’t mean for the Russian to slip and mentally chided yourself— getting too lost in the job.
Your fingers slid deeper, probing for his prostate. The strained gasp and glob of pre hitting the tile notified you’d found the organ. You massaged it in deep strokes, pressing your thumb on his taint to really milk your baby. The asset gripped at the metal bench, digging indents already. He whimpered softly, head tossing back and forth.
“Mhm, don’t think about a damn thing. Focus on my fingers, how your commander is proud, how good it feels. Been a while since I really milked you good hm Soldier?”
He was making a mess all over the floor, cock streaming rivers of pent up seed. He eyed you in the reflection of the walls, looking wrecked. You pressed a kiss to his tailbone, staying at your lethargic pace. It would be intense but you needed your star to relax.
You spotted a string of drool leaving swollen lips, the soldier’s intense eyes gone lax and hazy. He writhed on your fingers, mewling like a whore. The supersoldier strung out a moan, “T-thank youuuu, thank youuu.” Tears joined his cum on the floor.
You smiled, comforting him by pressing your heat and tits against his back. Now nuzzled near his thick neck you purred, “Of course. Such a perfect soldier. Hydra’s greatest creation. Oh commander adores you so much sweet star.”
He sniffled and whined harder, hitching sobs wracking his frame. You whispered, “C’mon precious boy, my good boy, get it all out and you can get some sleep Hm? Don’t have to worry about those pigs.”
He nodded jerkily, whining a weak, “For you commander, yesyes!”
You dug harder into his prostate, milking it quicker, massaging from the outside just as frantic. The weapon began to fell apart with choppy sobs, cock pulsing and twitching before unloading onto the floor. You awed at the amount, cooing more praise.
He’d worked out two more big loads before whimpering, “T-thank you, oh, oh, yes commander, yes thank you.” Which was code for I’m done. He couldn’t comprehend disobeying direct orders, especially from you. You planted little kisses along his wet cheeks, playing with those dark waves before sitting back and cleaning yourself off, wiping the floor down.
He stayed put, panting and spent. You sat for a couple of minutes, rubbing his upper back. In a reluctant whisper you said, “C’mon soldier, time to get dressed and back to Cryo. You’ll feel a lot better now.” He nodded blearily, shaking too hard to put it on. You took over, helping your star into the tight suit, brushing back wild locks.
“Pretty boy. Let’s go.”
You stuffed the ruined towel in your belongings, intending to retrieve it later. You felt his presence locking in on you during the slow walk to the chamber. You knew he wanted to ask a question.
“Speak soldat.”
“If I’m the greatest creation then why do they treat me like that?,” he asked, face devoid of emotion. You stopped in your tracks, growing stiff. You weren’t prepared for this. This is why the chair was important, awful as it was.”
In a measured voice you said, “Because they’re untrained ignorant bastards who abuse power that they wish they could have. I will speak with the director on this treatment. Go on now, sleep well dear star.”
He frowned but stepped into the chamber, hands clasped at his back. You watched through the small window, mouth pinched. Pierce was going to smell the weakness on you and strike like the snake he was. Then two more heads would take your place.
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nevernonline · 1 month
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✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.
entry #14; dressing for revenge.
synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.
𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.
𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt
𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.
𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃
word count: around 2k
warnings: mentions of drunk driving
masterlist ▸ 013 gut feelings and emotional dealings ▸ 015 leave it to the cullens. (part 1)
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The beeping of your front door pad got you sitting up on the couch to wait for the arrival of your best friend. Seokmin walked through the door alone, which almost shocked you because lately he hasn’t gone many places without his nerd tribe, you were happy for him finding good friends outside of you. 
“Seokminnie, hello gorgeous.” 
“Hey, baby.” 
You both met in the middle of your front entryway, wrapping him in a big hug, grateful you have someone who was always a constant in your life. 
Looking down at his empty hands confused you, you knew he mentioned he was going to be bringing snacks in with him, but they were nowhere to be found.
“Uh, where are these snacks you promised to bring me? Are you getting forgetful? You’re a little too young for that to start happening now, I’m not sure if I should be concerned or not?” 
“Yeah, about that. Uh-” 
“Vernon, Jun, and Wonwoo are here too aren’t they?” 
“Don’t be mad.” 
“Why would I be mad? Where are they?” 
“The hallway. You know before you-” 
Swinging open your door you saw the three other suspects standing in the hallway, covering the body of a fourth person who came alone for the ride, Minghao. 
“What is going on? Is he here to get in another fight or..”
“No, y/n we're here because we need to tell you something important, especially Minghao. I didn’t want to tell you beforehand so here we are. I think you guys should talk, the rest of us will go chill on the balcony for now, okay? And he brought you the snacks so be nice.” 
“Alright.” 
Crossing your arms in the doorway you make room for the boys to all pass through, without making eye contact with the one you weren’t sure if you should be happy showing up with them or not. 
“Hey, here.” 
Minghao standing in your apartment for a third time, looking as casual as you’ve ever seen him in a full black sweatsuit holding a white plastic bag with bags of chips peeking out the top, waiting for you to take it out of his grasp. Another thing you notice about him is his pink wrapped wrist sticking out from under his sleeve, his cast. 
“Thanks.” 
Grabbing the back and trying very hard to maintain your composure, you turned and placed it on your marble countertop, remembering the time he placed you on top of it to kiss you. 
Shaking it off you placed the frozen pint of half baked ice cream in the freezer and walked over to the couch, not giving him a second look before he sat across from you on the white sofa. 
“So you have something to tell me?” 
“Yeah, it's kind of a lot. So if you’ll just sit back and let me explain first before letting me know how you feel just please at least do me that favor.” 
“Go ahead.” 
Minghao took a deep breath in and eyed your bar cart before starting his conversation. Which you noticed right away and without any words, got up to grab an open bottle of tequila sitting on top, pouring him a glass and watching as he took a shot before you sat down again. 
“Thanks. So, the reason I was really upset last night and came to crash your date with Joshua is because I found out he was one of the people helping Mimi. I had suspicions before, but I was never sure enough to pin him to it until yesterday. I really tried to keep my composure but, when he told me to shut the fuck up and get out I couldn’t do it anymore. He was just acting so casual with you like he had nothing to do with any of it and it pissed me the fuck off. 
I really don’t know how to tell you the entirety of the story or what I know, but I can just start with saying I’m really sorry. I’m sorry if I caused you pain, y/n. I should’ve known from the moment I met you at Wonwoo’s that you weren’t the person Mimi made you out to be.
 A few months ago, when all of this started Mimi reached out to me to get help. She said she knew the girl who hurt my mom and wanted to help me meet her and confront her about it, but there was something I had to do for her first. Which was to help her blackmail you, befriend you so I can break your heart. That’s all she wanted me to do for her when it came to you. I had no idea she was going to go this far to hurt you. 
Joshua was the one who stole your journal for Mimi, which I know is weird and you’re probably wondering why or how he even knew where it was. I found out he got it from Minnie, she told him where it was. Well, I assumed this part for a while without proof, especially since the first post was from your apartment and she had all of those photos of you in her room. I don’t know how or why they were trying to hurt you so much or why she even was helping Mimi. I thought it was weird, but it’s all unconfirmed. I think Mingyu is helping too. There’s obviously a lot more we need to figure out before we can finally confront them. 
I just want you to know I did have a part in it at first, but I stopped the moment after I realized she was full of shit, which was the night you made me dinner and we had sex. I told her I wanted nothing to do with it anymore and that she was full of shit and she’s been threatening me ever since. 
The reason I think Mingyu and Minnie are helping her is because she came to the hospital last night, to threaten me one last time, I overheard her talking on the phone in the hallway, she said Joshua is fine and to act like they had no idea we got in a fight, Seokmin showed me some texts from Minnie and I know she sent a photo of me to your group chat at the bar with her. I never even saw her there. The reason why I was there in the first place was to essentially pretend to pledge my allegiance to her so I could get more information. 
When she went to the bathroom, I took her phone which was locked, but I saw a text from a group chat attached with three other code names, just emojis, but it was enough to assume it was Joshua, Mingyu, and Minnie. It was a Bunny, a Mouse, and a Dog. Am I even making sense? I don’t know anymore, but just know I never had any intention of hurting you once I found out the truth, I just wanted to help somehow and get back to getting to know you. 
I know you probably don’t want anything to do with me anymore, y/n. So if you want me to leave, I can. I’m just really sorry.” 
Sitting in silence for a few minutes, you weren’t sure if you were going to start crying or screaming at the top of your lungs, Minghao watched you take his glass and down the lukewarm tequila to wash away the rage in your gut and feel a different kind of burn. 
“So, you were helping Mimi?” 
“Yeah. For a while.” 
“Okay.” 
“Okay?” 
“I’m not sure what to say, I guess.” 
“Oh. Right.” 
“How do I know I can trust everything you’re saying to me right now?” 
“I can show you text messages and proof I tried to get her to quit many times. I voice recorded her in the hospital last night telling me to back off. I can show you, that is if you want.” 
“Yeah, can I see?” 
Minghao opens a folder in his photos app and shows you screenshots of all the information he collected over the past few weeks, ever since the night he first told Mimi to let you off the hook. 
Scrolling through the images made your tears start to hit the brims of your eyes. You looked up for a moment at Minghao sitting and staring your way, watching your heart crush once more into tiny pieces. 
“Thanks.” 
“Sure.” 
“No, just thanks for being honest with me. Thank you for trying to make it better, even if you fucked up a little bit along the way. Not many people could own up to that. It’s actually impressive to know you’re so honest.” 
“I have no choice. This is the wrong time to say this too, but it might be my last chance. But, over the time I spent with you and the more I got to know you, y/n. I, uh, couldn’t help but start to fall in love with you, you’re incredibly impressive. The night at my gallery I wanted to tell you how I felt, but that didn’t end well for us either. I hope someday you’ll forgive me.” 
Pouring yourself another drink, one big enough to share with the boy across from you, you took a big swig and handed him the glass which he drank his share. 
“Look, Minghao this is probably against my better judgment and I hope it doesn’t end up biting me in the ass, but I was falling for you too and with any chance you still have feelings for me or whatever, I’d like to be friends with you, for real this time and just restart by getting to know each other honestly. And I mean you kind of did break your wrist defending me, so I feel like I cannot say no." 
“Really?” 
“Yeah, I know those dorks would never have brought you here if they didn’t think you deserved to tell me all of this yourself. So?” 
“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” 
“Cool, but no spending time alone for now, I’m not sure if I’m ready for that yet. Just friends okay?” 
“Just friends. Should we shake on it or drink on it?” 
“Hug, maybe? That’s a normal friendly thing. Oh, and let me sign your cast.” 
“Yeah, totally.” 
Minghao scooted his body closer to you and wrapped his unbound arm around your shoulders and gave you a half assed hug, which made you giggle. 
“Bitch, what was that?” 
“A hug? What? Bitch?” 
“Hao, if you call that a hug you are a bigger dumb ass than I thought, come on.” 
Turning your body towards him you wrapped your arms tightly under his armpits and pulled him in for a hug that almost felt like a new beginning. 
“Thank you, really, for telling me all of that.” 
“You deserved to know the truth, Swan.” 
“Wow. Now we can finish Twilight.” 
“That would be great.” 
“You know, I just remembered that they’re still sitting outside, should we play a prank on them?” 
“I like your style.” 
“Okay, I’m going to yell at you, very rudely, just get pissed and slam my front door. Got it?” 
“Yes, ma’am.” 
Standing up from the couch you positioned yourself in front of the window, so they can get a good listen through the blinds of your fake reeling into Minghao. 
Giving him a small nod to let him know you were going to begin, he smiled back ready to see your rage. 
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re a fucking lying piece of shit.” 
“Me? You’re such a bitch, y/n. Now I get why the fuck nobody wants to be around you.” 
“Thats rich, get the fuck out of my apartment.” 
Minghao leapt off the couch and ran to your front door slamming it behind him and stood outside of it to listen to the aftershocks of your fake conversation. 
He heard Seokmin and Jun asking you what happened, assuming Wonwoo and Vernon were standing there not knowing what to do in silence. 
Suddenly the door opened up to reveal Seokmin’s shocked face looking at Minghao standing in the hallway so casually with his arms crossed. 
“You guys fucking suck.” 
“Sorry, Seok. We had to.” 
“Get your stupid ass back inside.” 
Minghao walked back into your apartment with a fresh start on his mind, arm and arm with your best friend and a relief off his chest that you forgave him and he was able to be in your life, maybe not how he exactly wanted but more than he expected. 
Vernon made himself at home on your couch, wrapped up in the furry gray blanket you had thrown over the back. 
Wonwoo was situated pouring drinks into some glasses, while Jun was still giggling to himself on the floor. 
“So you guys are good?” 
You just nodded at the boy wrapped comfortably on the couch, batting his pretty brown eyes your way. 
“Yeah, but now we all have to take down the bad guys.” 
Smiles came from around the room as you grabbed a sharpie and situated yourself back on the couch, surrounded by friends who truly had your back all signing the cast of the boy who defended your honor.
On the way home Minghao couldn't help but think about the words on his cast, that were surrounded by small stars and your named signed below.
 'Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.'
A quote from twilight you remembered him whispering to you before falling asleep. Something to believe in.
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note: hiii we're v much in it now! all the aftermath of y/ns failed date with joshua and finally getting a peak I not who the backstabbers really are. I hope u guys enjoy!! also pls check out my next little snippet of my new smau for after this one, its def slightly more lighthearted but as a fan of drama they'll still be some hehe. ok thank u thank u love u. also unedited prob some typos or something but anyway. 🖤
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An Ode To Omar Assarian
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Everybody remember Omar?
Omar is Pedro’s charachter from an episode of a cancel show called Lights Out. It was not great. Omar was…not great.
That’s right. The Juice Collective sat down, watched his episode of Lights Out, and did our best to love Omar Assarian despite the many, many problems. We also entertained ourselves with some very, very unflattering hc. It was a lot of fun, however I won’t be able to rest until Omar is redeemed in the hearts and minds of everyone who sat through that episode.
The hair, the accent, the corny dialogue, the meth(?), the weird sweatsuit thing, the half eaten banana that he just hands off…it’s a lot. So I’ve done my best to salvage Omar through a lengthy list of headcanons that are sure to endear him to us all.
So I present to you in no particular order:
•Omar puts together Ikea furniture without getting grumpy.
•Omar doesn’t consider it cheating if you fool around with women.
•Omar has a savings account he’s been quietly been socking money away in for a down payment on a house.
•Omar watches Drag Race with you and Snatch Game is his favorite.
•Omar found out that you read smut and thinks it’s hot.
•Omar loves Ethiopian jazz and Dave Brubeck
•Omar has clean, well trimmed nails.
•Omar always buys Girl Scout cookies and gets the kind you like.
•Omar isn’t macho about putting on sunscreen.
•Omar gets his friends to help you move and they’re all really friendly.
•Omar is a good cook.
•Omar wears gray sweatpants around the house.
•Omar is a socialist.
•Omar enjoys listening to you talk about the things that bring you joy.
•Omar’s parents are very kind and loving.
•Omar has a good relationship with his parents, they respect each other’s boundaries.
•Omar is a feminist and is happy to let women lead.
•Omar has a good sense of humor and doesn’t take himself too seriously.
•Omar has a degree in English Literature, would like to teach some day.
•Omar is well-read but doesn’t talk about it much.
•Omar votes in local elections.
•Omar says “damn baby girl, you look fine as hell” no matter what you’re wearing and he means it.
•Omar does his share of household chores without being asked to, he does them correctly and without needing to be praised.
•Omar loves dogs.
•Omar keeps a bucket of candy next to his couch, hands you the ones he knows you like when you’re watching tv.
•Omar supports unions and would never cross a picket line.
•Omar smells good.
•Omar flosses
•Omar only started boxing to share a hobby with his dad.
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