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buckets-and-trees · 1 year

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SALT (Bucky x Reader)

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: mostly-dark!mob!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 2.8k Summary: True achievement in the restaurant industry requires a relentless drive. No compromises. You've risen through the ranks, and when your mentor retires, you're rightly given the mantle of executive chef at Devour. On your night of ascension, the dining room is packed, and among the guests is someone equally as relentless to get what he wants.

Content Warnings: imbalanced power dynamics, bribery, workplace manipulation, NON/DUBIOUS CONSENT, explicit language, risk of being caught, food play, knife play, nipple/breast play, vaginal fingering, forced orgasm, edging, unprotected vaginal intercourse, non-graphic cream pie (not the food kind)

Additional Notes: Written for @the-slumberparty's April Mob AU challenge. Using dark prompt #23 (bolded in the dialogue).

tagging some peeps who showed interest in the preview for this little thing: @sidepartskinnyjeans @vonalyn @winterslove1917

“You’re not serious, Stanley.”

“I am.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Sure. Whatever. I don’t have time for customer meet and greets during a normal service, let alone tonight of all nights.”

“You will do it,” Stanley insisted, “because it’s James Barnes and he’s got more money and influence than any god. He owns the mob scene in this town.”

When your maître d’ didn’t say anything more, you turned to truly look at him.

You frowned but set down your pan with a huff. “Fine. Charlie, take over while I apparently go make an appearance.”

“Table twenty-seven,” Stanley said, handing you a clean dish towel, which you pressed against your forehead, cheeks, and neck as you headed for the door that led from kitchen to dining area, tossing the towel in the laundry bin under one of the counters.

You pushed past the kitchen doors and walked through the dining room towards table twenty-seven, one of the handful booths and tables nestled in small alcoves that offered a little more privacy for VIP reservations, set off on a small dais with walls of green plants strategically placed to create ambience while sectioning off the area from curious eyes and a plethora of potential phone cameras.

There were five individuals seated around the table, but he drew your attention first as you approached. He clocked your progress before any of his companions, and when he looked up, his stare fixed on you with such intensity that you took a brief pause before your next step, which he clearly noted, and the corner of his mouth ticked up in the slightest smirk. It made your blood heat with irritation, but you focused on remaining calm and professional as you stepped up to the table.

“This was an exquisite meal, Chef,” he said, drawing the attention of his companions to you immediately.

“Thank you,” you replied.

“Sam here hasn’t been able to shut up about it since the first course came out,” a blonde man sitting to his right said.

“And you haven’t left even a crumb on your plate through any course, Steve,” he chided back good naturedly.

Each of them had a girl tucked in next to them, but not the man with dark hair and steel blue eyes you still found it difficult to look away from who had to be the infamous James. His friends and their companions continued to rave for another minute or two about different parts of the meal’s courses. You expected them to be closer to the age of your parents, not much nearer yours.

“Well, thank you again,” you finally said. “We’re pleased to have you dining at our restaurant tonight. Devour is a dream for all of us on the staff. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to the kitchen to oversee final preparations for the dessert course.”

“I’m eager for what’s to come next, Chef,” he said, looking you up and down, his eyes darkening. You’d delivered the overture for your exit, but he somehow made it clear it was only with his approval that you would leave in that moment.

Twenty minutes later, you sprinkled a touch of flaky salt over the ribbon of whiskey-laced caramel drizzled over the chocolate mousse, Charlie adorned it with a perfect rosette of the Chantilly cream, and you slid the final plate across to Stanley, who put it on the final tray and sent the waiter on his way.

“That’s service, everyone!” you announced, and some of the staff clapped and whooped.

You smiled, truly satisfied. Charlie bumped elbows with you, and when you turned your head to look at him, you couldn’t help the genuine smile bursting across your face.

“Truly a triumph for you taking over,” Stanley said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You’ve more than earned your new title as the executive chef of Devour and this kitch–“

He was cut off as there was a burst of activity at the doors coming in from the dining room. “Everyone, clear the kitchen! Out the back, please,” came a booming voice that you’d heard speak much more congenially earlier in the dining room. It was clear this man was used to giving orders and having them followed without question.

“Excuse me,” Stanley turned to look, but on seeing who was sweeping in and ushering his staff out before him, but his tone shifted when he saw who was giving the orders – now guarded but polite, “Oh, Mr. Rogers.”

“And if I could have a word with you in particular,” Steve said, addressing Stanley and nodding towards the back.

“Of course,” he responded.

You and Stanley exchanged a glance, and you began clearing out with the rest, but Steve put a hand on your shoulder. “Not you,” he said a little more quietly. “You stay here.”

You frowned and tilted your head as you looked up at him. He only smirked at you.

“The rest of you, keep it moving, let’s go!”

You chewed on your bottom lip and let your hand drop to the silver surface of the counter where your fingers immediately began to drum impatiently. After a moment you turned to look over at the door to the dining room, and your breath hitched.

He was there, leaning up against the door frame, blue eyes fixed on you.

His face was unreadable, and so you tried to keep your face blank as well as he stalked toward you, coming around the plating area and to your side of the counter.

“What is this, Mr. Barnes?”

“I’m buying this restaurant. Steve’s arranging everything with Stanley right now.”

Your brow furrowed.

“I own this kitchen, and I own you, Chef.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he put two fingers to your lips.

“I’m tripling your salary,” he said as he stepped right into your space, backing you up against the counter, only a breath of space between you.

Your heart was racing for too many reasons – anger, incredulity, but also a thrill of arousal. You wanted to refuse him, but he also drew you in, and you could not deny that. You knew he was dangerous, you were infuriated by his audacity, and yet…

“You can’t turn down an offer like that,” he continued, “especially not after the years of hard work I know you put in for the executive chef apron in this kitchen. Our stories are not so different in that way. You earned this. You won’t walk away.”

“I can–“

“But you won’t,” he cut over you. You glowered, but he ignored your slow burning anger and instead reached around behind your back to tug at the ties of your apron. Then his voice dropped down an octave as he spoke again, “Don’t fight me. You will give yourself to me.”

“I won’t.” You cocked your chin up.

“You will,” he insisted. He pulled the black apron away from your body and tossed it onto the counter behind you.

“You will give yourself to me now.” He pushed forward, pinning you to the counter with his pelvis. You tried to suppress a shaky exhale, feeling his erection pressing into you. “Soon you will warm my bed,” he bent his head down to ghost a kiss at your temple, then another on your cheek, before he moved his mouth further down and murmured his next threat down the column of your throat, “and I promise it won’t be long until you will beg for me to take you apart without any coercion.”

When his tongue darted out over the sensitive spot just under your jaw, a whimper escaped from your chest before you could stop it, and you felt him smile against your skin.

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Please, anyone could catch us.”

He chuckled. “Sam and Steve are preventing that,” he said, pulling away just enough to start unbuttoning your black chef’s jacket. “But,” he continued, “if you make too much noise, you’ll confirm that we’re doing anything more than talking.”

Once he had finished with all the buttons, he pushed the coat open. Your eyes were still closed until you felt the cool edge of a knife on your sternum, and your eyes burst open again, fear and adrenaline rushing through your body, but luckily he wasn’t looking at your face, focused instead on your chest where his metal fingers skimmed lightly over the bared skin for just a moment before they gripped the fabric of your black camisole and bra while his other hand tore his knife down in a swift movement, splitting your undergarments down the middle, putting your chest on full display for his hungry eyes. He pushed the clothing out of the way fully only over your left shoulder.

He lifted his gaze to meet your eyes again. “Dessert was exquisite, but it didn’t satisfy what I wanted.”

He reached for a nearby saucepan, which still had a ladle in it, and smiled as he gave it a stir. You watched as he took a scoop of the caramel sauce and poured a little over the round swell of your breast. It was warm, and started to slowly spread, but not enough to drip and make a mess. You imagined in his line of work, he knew how to be precise, not leave anything extra to clean up. He set the pan back down on the counter, and then reached for something else, returning with a pinch of the flaky salt that he then sprinkled over the caramel.

For a moment he merely admired his handiwork. then his warm hand came up to cup the underside of your breast, and then his mouth descended to lap up the salted caramel from your tender flesh. Heat bloomed across your chest and straight to your head and your core, his ministrations eliciting a low moan from you. He hummed in approval, then took your nipple into his mouth. Your nipples were always very sensitive, and he was not careful with his attention there, sucking, nipping, and licking until you whimpered and tried to push him away. He kept mouthing painfully at your nipple another moment longer.

He leaned back for a moment to look own at you, scrutinizing your face. You were not sure what he saw there, truthfully you didn’t know how to feel and what front to put up, but whatever he assessed didn’t deter him.

He lifted one hand to your neck and then trailed the back of his fingers down your sternum, between your breasts, over your stomach, a light touch that wasn’t rushed, knowing he could draw a shiver of anticipation from you with the purposeful action. He unbuttoned your pants, and as he slipped his hand into your panties and cupped your mound, he leaned in close to your ear and softly said, “You earned this, too, Chef.”

His fingers sought your folds. “And you are wet for me.” You didn’t need to see his face to imagine the satisfaction that must be there – it was evident in his tone. His breath was hot on the shell of your ear. “Close like this,” he whispered, “I’ll still hear even the small pretty noises I’m going to draw from you with my fingers in your cunt.”

And even though you were expecting it – dreading it? – you gasped when he quickly thrust two fingers inside you, knuckles deep, and moved them expertly in and out of your tight heat, questing and quickly finding the sensitive spongy spot on the front of your pelvic wall. You bit your lip to keep keening as quiet as you could, and your arms gripped his biceps, looking for an anchor to reality. He played your pussy quickly, nimble and knowing fingers familiarizing themselves too easily with your body for your comfort.

His thumb went to work expertly drawing tight circles over your clit, still thrusting his fingers inside you, and the additional stimulation forced you into an intense orgasm you didn’t want to give him, burrowing your face into his neck to smother your small cry of ecstasy.

You didn’t want to see his face – undoubtedly haughty knowing he’s pleased you despite you wanting to refuse him the satisfaction – and in this you are spared at least for the moment as without pretense he abruptly spins you around and tugs your pants and underwear down your thighs. You heard the quick unbuckling of his belt and unzipping of his pants as he freed his hard length. You had only a second to brace yourself against the countertop as he gripped your hip with one hand and used his other to guide his tip to your thoroughly slick and ready opening. One full and quick thrust had him fully sheathed inside you, punching the air from your lungs. He leaned forward against your back, his mouth close to your ear again. “Feel me in there? Stretching you to the limit.”

He rolled his hips ever so slightly, slowly, and your head fell back against his shoulder.

“Yes, Chef. Just like that.”

He pulled his hips back, then gave another slow and powerful drive into your cunt. “Feel as smooth and velvety around my cock as that caramel sauce was on my tongue.” While one hand remained on your hip, as he began to pick up the pace with his thrusts his other hand brushed up your spine, then moved around to grasp your breast, the one he’d overstimulated just a few minutes before. You whimpered and tried to jerk away, but you’re met with his strong chest up against your back. He chuckled and then began to tweak and roll the nipple between his fingers.

You tried to pull his hand away, still whimpering.

“I intend to leave you feeling me for days from this, Chef,” he growls in your ear. His thrusts become rougher, faster, slamming into you over and over again. Your hands pulled at his wrist torturing your nipple, but your strength was nothing to his, and soon tears were spilling down your cheeks. When an audible sob escaped your throat, he finally relented and released your breast, but then he gripped your hips with both hands, showing no mercy for your pussy as he chased his own pleasure.

Without the pain, your body focused only on the pleasure mounting in your core now. This felt good. He felt good. His cock filled you exquisitely. You tried to rock your hips just slightly to where you know he’d hit that pleasurable spot in you again, but he controlled the movement and forced you to stay at the angle he wanted.

“This one is for me, Chef, not you,” he grunted.

Still, you pant together, lungs heaving, and you’re hurtling toward another orgasm. His hips stutter for a moment, and with a groan he releases his spend inside you, slowing his movements.

You couldn’t hold back a needy whine as he pulled out of you. You looked over your shoulder at him incredulously, edged to the very moment before but then denied your second release.

He paused after tucking his softening cock back into his boxer briefs and gripped your chin, demanding an abrasive kiss from your lips. “When you come apart on my cock, I want to watch your beautiful face and hear you beg for me.”

Years in the kitchen have taught you to hold back your words when there’s even a shade of uncertainty, and you are uncertain if you will give him what he wants or not, because you can’t deny that your body absolutely wants him, and part of your spirit does, too. Relentless power recognizing another like its own, and you hate that you’re more than a little intrigued. You don’t want to just give him what he wants, but a tiny sliver of you whispers that you shouldn’t cut off your nose just to spite him.

You pulled up your pants while you heard him zip and buckle his own pants again. One he had tucked in his shirt, again with swift precision, he turned you back around to face him. He reached for your apron, wiped his hands, then set it back on the counter. He didn’t mess with your torn shirt and bra other than to adjust them well enough so he could close your chef coat and button that back up over your chest.

He gazed right into your eyes again, brushing his thumb over your lips, parting them slightly, then pushing them closed again.

“I’ll be back for more soon,” he finally said, then walked away without another word.

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slvt4em1lyprenti2s · 3 months

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Will you please be quiet?

Summary: You have a song stuck in your head and Emily one has one way to make you be quiet.

Word Count: 1.1k

Fluff, kissing

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Reader POV:

“I wanna be your endgame, I wanna be your first string!” I sang as I was getting ready for the day. Music blasting through my apartment, as I pack my go-bag.

I go over to my vanity and put on some quick makeup and keep humming Endgame as it echos through the walls of my bedroom.

I hop into my car to go to work and put my Spotify on shuffle, Endgame comes on again. I’m not complaining but oh my god. This is going to be stuck in my head for days now.

Time skip to when reader gets to Quantico*

I’m minding my own business waiting for my coffee to pour while humming Endgame as Emily walks up behind me.

“Got a song stuck in your head?” Her hand lightly brushed over my waist as she went to stand next to me. Oh my goodness this woman makes butterflies erupt in my stomach by such a small touch.

“Ha, yeah. That obvious huh?” She let out a small laugh as she nodded.

“Yeah well you’ve been here what, an hour? And I don’t think I’ve heard anything but that time leave your mouth.” I lowered my head and shook it laughing at her observation, a blush coating my cheeks.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t come here just to talk about the song planting itself in that pretty little head of yours-“ I don’t let her finish, partially because the blush on my cheek is becoming too noticeable now and also because I know exactly what she’s going to say.

“We have a case.”

“Yes, we do, meet in the round table in 10.” She gives me a small smile and walks away.

Time skip to once they’re on the jet on the way to the case*

“Big reputation, big reputation, ohh you and me, we’d be a big conversation.” I mutter under my breath as I sit next to Emily looking over the file.

“Oh my god! You’re still going huh?” I’m snapped out of my thoughts by her soothing voice, I laugh and look at her honey brown eyes.

“Sorry!” I laughed as I looked back down to the file, her hand found its way onto my thigh under the table, careful not to draw attention to us. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

An uncontrollable smile bloomed on my face. I gave her hand a squeeze to say thanks and we both went back to the task at hand.

Time skip to when they’re looking through evidence at the local PD*

“You got anything?” Like asked Rossi.

“Nothing, if this guy did have any enemies he was quick to bury the hatchet as not to be tracked down.” As soon as he said this my brain flickered on with Endgame. Again.

“And I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put ‘em.” I hear a giggle next to me and look over and find Emily gazing at me.

“Don’t even,” I sighed “It’s starting to annoy me as well.” She laughed and shook her head and looked back down at the evidence like we had collected from the scenes.

Time skip to a little later*

“Hey what you humming?” Tara asked me as she looked up from the crime scene photos on the table.

“Endgame by Taylor Swift.” I reply without looking up, trying to piece together where the unsub was going to strike next.

“Oh my god! I love Taylor Swift! What’s your favourite album?” Before I could respond Spencer came into the room we, and the rest of the team, were in and started talking.

“Guys, I know where the unsub is going to strike next. The house he grew up in has been condemned and scheduled for demolition so that’s probably where he’s been taking his victims. If he sticks to his pattern, he’ll be going back there at some point after 10pm tonight.” We all started to pack up our things when Emily called out,

“Guys, we need to do a stakeout. We’ll scare him away if we go in there guns drawn and then he’ll go underground so, Reid and JJ, park on the curb near the house, Tara and Matt, go to the end of the road, Rossi and Luke to the other end of the road, you’ll act as a kind of covert roadblock and me and y/n will park up in an lay-by near the house.”

We all got up and went to our assigned SUV and started driving to our destinations. On the way there Emily turned the radio on.

“And I heard about you, ooh, you like the bad ones too.”

“Oh my god! It’s everywhere!” We laughed together at this. What are the chances?! We kept the radio on nonetheless.

As we pulled into the parking space we sat in a comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other presence and the peace of an evening stakeout. The sun was setting and I absentmindedly started humming under my breath yet again.

“I don’t wanna miss you, like the other girls do. I don’t wanna hurt yo-“ before I could finish I feel my chin being tugged to the side and a soft pair of lips meeting my own.

To say I was shocked at first was an understatement but I soon melted into the kiss, her thumb caressed my face as our lips moved together. It was the most amazing moment of my life to date. Emily slowly pulled away her face still barely a centimetre away from my own.

“What was that for?” I asked, still skeptical.

“It’s the only thing that I could think of to stop you from singing that damn song!” Laughter broke out between us and as it died down she pulled me back in again for a brief kiss.

“Dinner at my place tomorrow?” She asked gazing into my eyes with our hands intertwined.

“Are you, Unit Chief Emily Prentiss, asking me out on a date?” I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt.

“Yes, I am.” She giggled.

“In that case, dinner tomorrow sounds awesome.” I kiss her again, savouring the taste of her on my lips.

“I’ll take you to and from work so you can stay the night and not worry about your car.” I say thank you as I pull her into another kiss, this one lasting a little longer than the others.

Her hand reaches for the back of my head and pulls me in closer, her tongue swiping my bottom lip asking for permission. Granting it, I open my mouth and let her explore.

“Hey guy! Stop sucking each other’s faces and go back to the PD we got the guy!”

We make eye contact and start laughing hard.

Well Shit. At least I ahoy a date with em!

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creative-caramel-coffee · 8 months

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It’s me again, something similar happened to me yesterday when I was moving to school, and could really use the girls for comfort rn

R is stressed trying to quickly move things, perhaps moving into wandanat room? When she falls, to her it’s blank one minute she was standing the next she’s in pain on the floor? Obviously r is stubborn and tries to carry on not wanting to be seen as weak or lazy. But the girls notice and immediately go into caring mode where the see r is actually bleeding and hurt her ankle.

“Oh my sweet girl you could’ve come to us. We aren’t mad. Let’s clean you up”

“You can’t walk darling, you’ll make it worse”

“Lots of love for our love bug”

“Shhh no saying sorry. They are not necessary sweet girl, you can’t help it”

Any fluffy comfort dialogue 🥹

~ 🕯️ I would like this emoji like you suggested so you can see I’m the writer you’ve been on my page recently lmao

Moving in but with crutches

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: Reader is super excited to move in with her girls but she’s a little clumsy and ends up needing some tlc

TW: light mentions of blood, sprain (implied), injury

A/n sorry this took so long to get done but I hope you like it. I really enjoyed writing it. Also I’m happy for you to be 🕯 anon :)

It was finally time. Ever since moving to the compound your gaze had trailed after them like a lost puppy. Them, being the power couple of the compound. Them, being Wanda and Natasha.

You were sure the mind reader and spy couldn’t have missed the light shades of pink that dusted your cheeks every time they spoke to you. Or maybe they just thought you weren’t very sun safe, either way it didn’t matter now because the three of you had been dating for four months now and despite all the milestones that are in a relationship this one was the one you were most excited for. Moving in with them.

Sure, you had been sleeping in their bed for like two weeks now, but it was never really officially your room. You still had all your stuff in the other smaller room tony had built for you when you joined the team. Wanda and Nat party because they were sharing a room and party because they had been on the team for far longer, had a much larger and your opinion much nicer room. Furnished with Wanda’s touches and Natasha’s tastes. There were enough plants, courtesy of Wanda, to compete with a forrest and it was just beautiful.

You had spent the morning packing your stuff into box’s, sure it was just across the hall, but your stuff was important to you, and you wanted the full experience.

You came to the tower with nothing but your name and the clothes on your back, so you wanted the full nine yards. Wanda and Nat were supportive and had been helping you pack. But as lunch neared all of you were getting hungry so nat and Wanda had gone out to pick up some takeaway. Claiming that the living alone lifestyle was about to change, and you should make the most of it. Of course, that statement led to an argument over who was more of a blanket hog which you did your best not to be roped into.

Once the two had secured their keys and left, still bickering however, you turned up your music and moved over to some of the heavier items.

Pulling the books off the bookshelf and placing them neatly in boxes you moved over to the lamp. But in your haste accidentally pulled on the chord.

One second you were upright and the next thing you knew you were on the floor. As your senses came back to you and you shifted into a sitting position, the pain flooded in. Your ankle was bleeding, the bulb must have smashed, and on top of that the joint hurt like all hades.

Despite the calming breathes you took your ankle was starting to look worse. A light blue bruise that you were sure was only going to darken began to form around the joint and you closed your eyes.

Thank God you had turned up the music or someone would have surely come in to see if you were ok. How embarrassing, being an avenger only to be taken down by a lamp. No. You were not lazy. You were not weak.

Sucking in a breath you carefully got to your feet trying to avoid the glass. Putting any pressure on the ankle made it feel like you were stepping on a thousand suns, but you simply pushed through. You were not weak. You were an avenger. You moved as fast as possible to clean up the mess, which let's be honest wasn’t very fast.

You swept the glass up and placed the seemingly undamaged corpse of a lamp into a box for later. However, it was now no longer welcome in your new room. No. You made a small pledge to hide that box for when your ankle was better and seek some revenge on the stupid piece of furniture.

You had just finished sealing off the box of nightmares with the packing tape when two short raps came from the open doorway. You turned around as smoothly as you could with the pain in your foot and smiled at Natasha.

“Hey baby, Wanda’s gone to start getting the food ready in the kitchen are you gonna join us?” She asked.

“Yeah sure. Like I’d ever say no to that.” You said trying your best to hide a wince as you took a step towards Nat. Her brow furrowed and eyebrows pinched together as she didn’t miss the action at all.

“Baby? are you ok?” She asked. You wavered but plastered on the fake smile you used for Tony’s galas.

“One hundred percent. Did you get pad Thai?” You asked and tried to change the subject. Nat knew something was wrong and looked you up and down doing a mental scan to find the problem. You knew you were screwed when her eyes zeroed in on your sock. You had slipped it on last minute to hide the cut on your foot and in your haste had managed to miss the fact it had bled through the pale fabric.

Nat was over by your side in an instant, she guided you by your shoulders to the bed and pressed down to make you sit.

“Sit” she said leaving zero room for questions. You simply nodded as she crouched down and placed your foot on her knee. Gently she peeled back the sock and sighed at the semi-deep cut that ran down your heel. Your ankle was swollen and looked angry, and Nat was surprised you were able to walk at all but suspected that the fading adrenaline may have something to do with it.

“Wanda!” She yelled and the two of you heard hurried footsteps and Wanda appeared in the doorway.

“Yes?! Whats the matter?” She asked looking panicked. When she saw the two of you were still alive and breathing, she sighed and placed a hand over her heart.

“Jesus don’t do that nat.” She said. Nat shrugged.

“Sorry baby. Can you grab the first aid kit in the bathroom Y/n/n here felt she could hide something from us.” She said gesturing to the ensuite and then your foot which was propped up in her lap. She was holding the destroyed sock to the cut to stop the bleeding which made you wince. Wanda nodded and disappeared before coming back with the kit and placing it down beside Nat.

Wanda gave the injury a proper look now and softened her gaze and took your hand, rubbing circles on your knuckles with her thumb.

"Oh, my sweet girl you could've come to us. We aren't mad. Let's clean you up" she said.

“I-its fine. Im fine. No problem.” You said and went to move your foot from Nat’s lap who had just finished bandaging the cut. She grabbed your calf gently but tightly and glared at you before softening at the sight of tears in your eyes.

"You can't walk darling; you'll make it worse" she said gently and you huffed.

Wanda stood and sat next to you on the bed and began pressing kisses to your cheek and arms.

“It just means lots of love for our love bug" she said and pulled you in for a hug. Nat nodded and joined the hug.

“Sorry.” You said in a small voice. But Nat hushed you with a kiss to the lips it was soft and tender. When she pulled away, she looked into your eyes.

"Shhh no saying sorry. That’s not necessary sweet girl, you can't help it" she said and rubbed her nose against yours in a gentle moment of pure love.

“Do you want me to bring the food here or Natty can carry you into the lounge so we can prop your foot up to eat? Either way you're getting ice and rest on the ankle.” Wanda said and you let a single tear fall at the tenderness of it all. Wanda was quick to wipe it away and press a kiss to the tear track.

“Baby don’t cry love. We’ve got you honey.” She said and you sniffled.

“The lounge maybe?” You said and Wanda chuckled.

“Of course, sweetheart. Nat?” She said and gestured to you who grinned like a feral animal and scooped you up with little to no warning. You squealed and clutched your arms around her. She laughed deeply and you swatted her chest. The three of you went to the lounge and Nat called Bruce to bring you some crutches for later and Wanda finished prepping the food.

After the three of you were cuddled up under a blanket with ice on your ankle and old movie reruns playing in the background. Soon you drifted to sleep as Wanda ran her hands through your hair and nat traced patterns on your exposed thigh. After all you were only in a large t-shirt and boxers. The rest of the team was away apart from Bruce, but he never left the lab anyway. You we’re content. Happy. Safe. And loved. Life couldn’t get any better.

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simping4-2manyppl · 10 months

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HIIIII I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT ASKING FOR REQUESTS AND HELP SO LMK ID U NEED ANY HELP AND ILL SEE IF I KNOW IT 😓😓😊😊 ALSO HERES A PLOT IF TOU WANNA WRITE ABOUT IT:

ok so it’s tom x fem reader and they’re on vacation with the band in hawaii on the beach, and tom and reader sneak away to smoke a joint (U DONT HAVE TO ADD THAT IF UR UNCOMFORTABLE BTW^^^) and find another side of the beach that had a lot of plants and hibiscus flowers so tom gives one and puts it in their hair then they get caught by one of the members and get teased. SORRY IF ITS KINDA BAD I HAD A BRAIN FART MID WAY BUT YEAHH JUST IF U WANNA WRITE IT I PUT IT OUT THERE JUST CASE😊😊 HAVE FUN WRITING AND HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHT THANK YOU U IF U DO WRITE IT!😋❤️❤️❤️❤️

✮ Tom Kaulitz ✮

Flowers 🌺

Thats me right there btw!! AHH TYSM FOR THIS IDEA LITERALLY LOVE YOU SM!! ILL DEF DO MY BEST TO WRITE THIS GOOD!!

Warnings: smoking, teasing 😜 yk all that fun giggly stuff. There might be some bad spelling 😓

sorry if its bad, i tried my best, pls lmk if u liked it in the comments!

Tom Kaulitz x fem reader !!

When your friends invited you to go to Hawaii with them you immediately started packing all of your clothes. You were beyond excited to go since you have heard super nice things about Hawaii, you were especially excited to go to the beach.

You’ve heard how beautiful the ocean was and you couldn’t wait to go see it for yourself, not to mention you get to spend time with your best friends.

After about a week of being in Hawaii, they finally took you to the beach after begging and begging.

Bill was also pretty excited to go too, as you both have been talking about it ever since they invited you.

Once you got there you immediately took off your flip flops in the sand and walked closer to the water.

Feeling the cool water touch your feet made you shiver slightly, getting a bit cold.

You wore some shorts and a swim top since you were all going to go swimming but you didn’t expect the water to be a bit cold so you didnt bring a jacket. (Pretend its been rainy over there and not so hot.)

You jumped as you felt some arms wrap around you, “oh my god, you scared me!” You said as you turned around and saw tom, smiling.

He chuckled and pulled something out of his pocket, “wanna smoke this with me?” He said, with a grin on his face.

You looked around and saw the others talking, “Mm, sure.” You said grabbing his hand and walking around until you found a spot.

He lit it up and took a quick puff out of it before handing it to you, you grabbed it and put it up to your lips, taking a hit.

You blushed as his fingers would slightly graze yours while taking the joint from you as you both passed it back and fourth, until it was all finished.

“Hey, look at that flower!” You said, walking over to a small beautiful flower, that was all by its self.

Your eyes opened as your jaw dropped, seeing more than just one flower, there was multiple scattered all around.

Your eyes lit up as you saw all of the gorgeous hibiscus flowers and plants all around you.

You felt tom grab your chin, slowly moving your head to make eye contact with him as he moved some of your hair behind and placing a beautiful hibiscus flower behind your ear.

You face heated up quickly, as a bright shade of red spread across your face. A small smile appeared on toms face.

“A gorgeous flower for a gorgeous girl.” He said, winking at you, leaning in closer to your face.

Youve had a crush on tom for the longest time now and you were getting nervous, since you never expected him to go farther than just flirting with you.

You heard laughing from behind you, making you back away and turn around seeing everyone laughing at the both of you.

Now this time toms face turned red as they walked up to you both, “AWW TOM!” Bill said, teasing his twin, and laughing in his face.

“aww did we ruin your guy’s moment?” Gustav said, also laughing. “Poor tommy, he didnt get his kiss.” Georg said.

You blushed and turned away, embarrassed. “Be quiet, lets just go, i wanna swim.” Tom said, rolling his eyes.

“Arent you gonna kiss your gorgeous girl? Or are you gonna leave her waiting.” Bill said, raising his eyebrows up and down, smirking at him.

Tom was already far away, trying to ignore all the teasing that he was getting from his brother and friends.

“Cant hear you!” He said, walking away even faster, they all laughed at him, and you eventually let out a giggle or two.

The way his face turned into a shade of pink was adorable, although you wish they wouldnt have ruined the moment between you two but things happen.

you stared at him with a smile on your face, seeing how they tease him.

“Come on! Lets get in the water nowww!” Bill said walking over to the water.

You stayed behind and looked down at your feet, moving your toes in the warm sand.

arms wrapped around you, but this time you knew who it was, the scent was familiar. Making you smile to yourself.

“How come you keep coming up from behind me? Are you trying to scare me or something?” You said, laughing.

You heard him chuckle and turn you around to face him, “No, just really like hugging you from behind.” He said, smiling.

You laughed and smiled, as you held eye contact. He put his hand on your cheek placing his lips onto yours, you stood in shock, not knowing what to do, but just melted into the kiss.

He pulled away and had a big smile on his face, with a slight tint of pink of his cheeks.

“Race ya to the water!” He said running, “Hey! no fair! You got a head start!!” you said, yelling and pulling your shorts down quickly, running behind him into the water.

“Hey! Wait up!” You said going into the water, immediately splashing him. “Hey!” He said splashing you back.

I hope you guys liked it! Sorry if it was a bit rushed, i was just super excited!!

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #fanfic #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x you

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breezy141 · 4 months

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༺♡༻ similar stories || simon ‘ghost’ riley ༺♡༻

༻✦༺ part two ~ basement ༻✦༺

“y/n!” you heard your name being called out from somewhere within the house, without being fully awake you hummed in response. the cosy duvet was so warm and soft, wasn’t like anything you were used to, you didn’t want to leave. as you were snuggling deeper into the warm bed you heard the basement door open and heavy footsteps getting closer to you.

“christ i’ve been calling you for ages, get up” the man was wearing the dressing gown and slippers but now he had blue joggers on. his loud voice startled you, but nonetheless you slowly sat up.

“i’m sorry, this bed is so comfy. ive never felt something so soft” he furrowed his eyebrows but nodded in response. “well, come on then. your breakfast will be going cold soon” you nodded and climbed out of bed.

“you can use to bathroom upstairs, the one down here doesn’t work to well. it’s on your left as soon as you walk up the stairs” you smiled as he walked off heading back up.

yawning, you grabbed an oversized jumper and some baggy jeans as well as fluffy socks. you cursed to yourself as you realised that through your frantic packing you had completely forgotten to pack a hairbrush. you attempted to use your fingers to brush out any knots, praying it would work, you made your way to the bathroom.

the bathroom was way bigger then yours, but not too big. you did your business, washed your hands and then headed towards the lovely smell of bacon. “do you want a drink? orange juice? cup of tea or coffee?” god what a luxury

“i’ll have orange juice please” you took a seat at the small dinner table that was in the kitchen, you mindlessly looked around. he had a few succulent plants dotted around, as well as an impressive rack of herb and spices next to his microwave.

“here you are” he turned around and handed you a plate full of different foods, as well as your juice. “thank you so much, although i may not be able to eat all of this if that isn’t to much of a problem. i’m not used to a big-ish portion like this” he nodded and took his own seat next to you.

“just eat what you can” you nodded and began eating the food, a small smile crept onto your face. it was lovely, the feeling was short lived before before he began asking you questions.

“what’s your plan?” he asked before taking a sip of his coffee, you swallowed and met his eye “i don’t really have one to be honest, i just had to get out of my home” he nodded.

“what happened?” he dove back into his food, eating slow and proper, unlike you. he could tell you were hesitant to explain. “i offered you a place in my home for the night, you at least owe me an explanation” you nodded.

“my mother wasn’t the kindest of people, and i don’t mean that in a bratty teenagers way. if you get me” he nodded waiting for you to elaborate.

“my mum used to make me cook all the food from a young age, 7 id say, it was only so she could bring another man home that she could have a quick one with and send home the next morning. sometimes..she would make me be apart of it. if i said no she’d beat me black n’ blue. my brother was forced to watch as it was to ‘teach him a lesson’ as she’d say. he was only young when it started”

the man seemed to actually listen to every word you said. although, he never responded. instead he waited for you to finish eating before he started talking.

“here’s what i’m going to offer you y/n, i don’t believe in all those camps for kids shit, yeah? they don’t work and they only care about money” you listened as he spoke.

“i’ll offer you a permanent place” eyes widening, you sat up straight.

“however, there are a few rules. one, you find yourself a job and earn some money, you can buy whatever your heart desires as well as pay me board. i could support the both of us however i want you to understand how life works. rule two, you look after my house while i’m away, which i’ll give you the dates for and that means proper cleaning, no friends around, and no snooping. rule three, you respect me and anyone else who walks through that door as well as the rules. we clear?”

it was a lot to take in however you were good at sticking to rules. “yes sir”

“was starting to get worried! didn’t think you were gonna make it, it’s your own celebration!” a cheerful voice shouted out to you. ah, gaz aka kyle garrick.

“i know i know i’m sorry!” giggling to yourself at the extremely energetic fella. you took a seat next to Cap, he flashed a cheesy smile to you, in which you returned one. “so, how did you manage to become to owner of one of the biggest cafes in this little town?” johnny asked plonking himself next to another one of his colleagues.

ghost. aka. simon riley. he doesn’t talk to you much, well, doesn’t talk to anyone much. but he seems to enjoy it when he’s alone.

“honestly i have no idea, but i do know i would not have do that if it wasn’t for the man sitting next to me!” you cheerfully said, looking over to the bearded man.

“don’t be silly, you did this on your own. proud of you kid. certainly different from the rest of us, but we get a free coffee when we go down there” he smiled down at you, clearly looking impressed. you, yourself, wouldn’t have even guessed you’d be sat here celebrating you becoming the owner of one of, if not the biggest, cafe in your area. it was a huge milestone for you.

“proud of you lass, came a long way” tears pricked at your eyes dont cry don’t cry don’t cry you kept saying to yourself. you were extremely sensitive, you weren’t used to this type of praise but you certainly weren’t against it.

“awhh don’t be all sappy johnny” he put his hands up in defense. “well, we are all thinking it. even this big pile of stone” he said flinging his arm around ghost.

“yeah” is all he said in response, you felt sorry for him in all honesty. you could tell he didn’t want to be here, which you had no problem in. not everyone is a huge fan of social gatherings, you certainly not a fan.

after a few more hours of chinwag and pizza slices, everyone decided it was time to turn in. saying your good nights and hugging people, apart from the obvious person, you made your way to the basement when your official room was.

it was 100x more cosy then what it used to be, you had added plants, string lights, endless amounts of decoration and a new lick of paint on the walls which were losing their colour.

you took of your makeup and got into something more comfy.

*knock knock*

“come in” a surprising face, well mask, approached you. “is everything okay?” you asked, while studying him. he was in a balaclava type thing, only his chocolate brown eyes on show, he had short-ish light eyelashes and freckles dotted sparingly over his nose and cheek bones. he nodded. he even studied you.

you watched as his eyes traced over the scar on your cheek, it went from the top of your temple to the bottom of your jaw. it was faded by now, but you couldn’t miss it.

“wanted to say congrats. was quiet outside” gosh he was blunt, but you understood it wasn’t something he could control.

you smiled “thank you simon” he nodded “it’s nice down here, cosy” he stated looking around “ yea, took me awhile to figure out just how i wanted it” he nodded.

“well, goodnight y/n”

#ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #captain price #kyle garrick #johnny mactavish #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #fluff #love story

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mmelancholicdaze · 2 years

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drabble #2: one month.

PAIRINGS. hwang hyunjin x fem!reader.

GENRES. fluff, smut, failed attempt at crack.

SUMMARY. hyunjin would soon be leaving to jeju for a month for his yearly family reunion, but he’s not leaving without ensuring he has every last piece of you engraved in his mind.

WORD COUNT. 3.2K

WARNINGS. unprotected sex (this is fiction!!), oral (f. receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms.

A/N. this was actually supposed to be posted in late july, but life seemed to have other plans. this is just a little scenario that takes place before chapter one of my ‘like the movies’ fic. it’s not super important to know, but it’ll help make the references to hyunjin and yeji’s holiday in jeju make more sense. while this is connected to a series, it can be read as a standalone! i hope you enjoy. xx

Rain splattered the window pane, blurring the outside world on the other side as the storm showed no signs of stopping soon. Thunder rumbled in the distance every now and then, followed by flashes of lightening. Though it was all but forgotten, your full attention on Hyunjin as he ran back and forth around his room like a lunatic.

“Sketchbook? Pencils? Paints? Paint brushes?” Yeji’s voice came through the speaker of Hyunjin’s phone, listing off everything he needed to remember to pack.

“Yes, yes…” Hyunjin shifted through the chaos of clothes he had just thrown into his suitcase, groaning in annoyance before he finally spotted what he was looking for at the bottom. “Yes and yes.”

“Laptop?”

“Packed.”

“Phone charger? Because if you steal mine again,” Yeji grew serious, the volume of her voice raising. “I will shove your dirty socks down your throat until you choke. Sorry, Y/N.”

You didn’t even try to stop the inevitable giggle that bubbled in your stomach from Yeji’s petty threat, your lips spreading into a grin at Hyunjin’s eye roll.

In the morning, Hyunjin and Yeji would leave to go on holiday for a month. First meeting their parents in Jeonju before leaving to Jeju to join the rest of their family. Something their grandparents liked to call their yearly ‘pretend there’s no animosity and we’re all just one big happy family’ trip. It was no surprise that Hyunjin had waited until last minute to pack, now on the phone with Yeji to make sure he didn’t forget anything. Like he most definitely would do, had he been left to manage things on his own.

So here you were, sitting cross-legged in the middle of Hyunjin’s bed and surrounded by a plethora of clothes and other various items. His drawers and closet door hung open, every surface practically covered and he rushed to get everything packed.

“And Hyunjin, I swear on your precious little painting of Kkami, that if your ass is late in the morning, I am leaving without you.” Knowing Yeji and her no-nonsense attitude, you didn’t have a single doubt that she wasn’t bluffing. “If you are even so much as two seconds—”

She was abruptly cut off, Hyunjin snatching the phone from your hand and hanging up on her. You gasped, your mouth agape as you watched his back as he left the room, incredulous that he actually just up and hung up on her like that. You unfolded your feet from beneath you, climbing around the miscellaneous clothes to the edge of the bed. Just as you planted your feet on the floor, Hyunjin walked back in with his toiletry bag and tossed it on top of the pile that dominated his suitcase.

You really hoped he wasn’t going to just shove it all in there without folding or organizing any of it.

“Hwang Hyunjin,” you said in an assertive tone, placing your hands on your hips. “Did you just hang up on your sister while she was mid-sentence?”

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, resting his hands on his hips and mimicking your pose. “Yes. And?”

“That was rude!” You scoffed, moving your arms to cross them over your chest. “You should call her back and apologize.”

“Now why would I do that?” Hyunjin was impassive as he turned to his suitcase, beginning to sort through the heap of clothing and fold them. Thank god.

“Um, to be a good brother?” You moved to stand beside him, beginning to help fold and pack them into the suitcase neatly. “You know, you do that too much. Too often. How would you feel if they did that to you? Consecutively? You can’t just keep hanging up on people while they’re talking just because you don’t want to listen—”

You didn’t have time to finish your lecture, suddenly lying on your back on Hyunjin’s bed as he hovered above you, grabbing onto his shoulders for a sense of stability. His lips centimeters from yours, his nose a flutter away from touching yours. A warm feeling spread through your chest, a tingling sensation shooting down your spine and spreading down your arms, confused as to whether you should kiss him or push him away.

“Sorry,” Hyunjin breathed out a laugh, a smirking tugging up one side of his lips. “Were you talking?”

It took your brain a few seconds to catch up, but once you did, you weren’t surprised. Of course Hyunjin was deflecting — a.k.a., the entire reason you were chiding him in the first place. It was his worst habit. One you were determined to help rehabilitate into communicating.

You shouldn’t let him get away with this.

Giving in would only encourage his constant pattern of walking away every time he finds something to be an inconvenience.

If only your thoughts were more convincing to the rest of your body. Butterflies filled your belly, fluttering against your heart that was now pounding against your chest at such a rapid pace you were worried it might explode. Warmth spread through your veins, collecting between your thighs and burning at your core.

Arousal is definitely not what you should be feeling right now, nor should you be thinking of every way Hyunjin could brand his touch into your skin until he had to leave for the airport.

Though, the feeling was unsurprising and definitely not foreign. Somehow, you always ended up in a similar predicament every time you and Hyunjin were alone.

Or any time he came around, really — regardless if there were other people in the room.

“Hyunjin.” Your voice came out scratchy, clearing your throat and trying not to focus on the intense lust flooding your brain. “You can’t just—”

Once Hyunjin’s lips brushed the skin on your neck, what you were going to say completely disappearing. With feather light kisses and a lick here and there, Hyunjin made his way across your jaw to your lips. They molded perfectly into yours, a soft whimper working its way out at the simple action.

“Hyunjin,” you tried against once he pulled away, coming out breathlessly.

Hyunjin shook his head, giving a faint ‘shh’ before pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips then trailing his lips across your cheek. “Don’t speak,” he whispered into your ear, his hand now caressing up and down the length of your left thigh, goosebumps pricking from his barely there touch. “Please just let me enjoy you tonight.”

Fuck.

Hyunjin’s lips came to yours, and that was all it took for you to succumb. This boy was going to be the death of you, you were sure.

It started off slow and sweet, his lips soft against yours as they moved in a rhythmic tandem, fitting together like puzzle pieces. His hand had moved from stroking your thigh to the back of your head, his fingers threading in your hair and holding you in place like he was afraid you would disappear.

You whimpered in protest when Hyunjin pulled away, opening your eyes and meeting his dark ones. At first, they were soft and shining. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, and he truly thought you were. Ever since he first laid eyes on you on that playground all those years ago.

If anything, he thought you’ve only became more beautiful.

The adoration he held for you was insurmountable. All he wanted to do was protect you, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do if it meant making you happy.

But in this moment, all he wanted was to devour you.

You watched the lust glaze over his eyes, his expression growing dark as he breaths became harder. The hand on the back of your head tightened, your scalp stinging from his grip. He only had the next six hours, until he wouldn’t see you for a whole month. He wasn’t going to take advantage of it, until he had engraved every inch of your skin into his mind, so deep that he’d never forget how you felt beneath him.

Hyunjin’s lips are back on yours in a split second, now with more strength and passion.

His hands roamed all over your body, as if he was urgent and needed to touch every inch of your skin at once. He moved to your neck, immediately kissing and sucking hard enough that you knew there would be marks in the morning. You tilted your head to give him more access, a soft moan of bliss slipping passed your lips.

You barely noticed when his hands slipped underneath your shirt, gripping and pulling at your waist until you were flush against him. Fireworks erupted beneath his touch, spreading like wildfire as they moved up your sides to your ribs, his hands cupping around your breasts with your bra being the only remaining barrier. The bulge pressing into your core was hard to ignore, pressing perfectly against your clit. If only you were able to move your hips, or Hyunjin would move his, something.

“Hyunjin,” you whispered in a whine, sliding your hands down his chest and over his beautifully defined abs, tugging at his shirt in such desperation you probably looked pathetic. But you didn’t care. You’d already lost all sense.

Finally, he pressed his hips down into yours, brushing against your clit enough that it immediately had your pussy clenching around nothing while something fiery consumed your core. Cool air abruptly wrapped around you, opening your eyes to see Hyunjin was now sitting back on his heels as his eyes prowled down your body with something you could only describe as something like an inferno.

“If I have to go an entire month without being able to touch you,” he said as he reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off, carelessly tossing it aside without a second thought. “Then I’m not stopping until we have to walk out that door.”

For a moment, you’re positive your heart stopped beating.

Contrary to the intense atmosphere and his not so silent promise that the only thing you were going to remember when he was finished was his name, he was gentle in his movements as he rid you of your clothes. All you wore was one of Hyunjin’s shirts and a pair of panties, having expected that you would be going to sleep after Hyunjin finished packing.

Which was a silly thing to assume, this boy didn’t know what it meant to keep his hands to himself.

His eyes never stop roaming over your body when he trails his fingers from your ankles to your knees, wrapping around the inside of your thighs to push your legs further apart.

“Fuck.” mumbles in a low, gravely tone when your already sodden pussy came into view. His thumb easily glided over your wet folds as he stared in fascination and fervor. “This wet for me already?”

You barely registered the question before Hyunjin was already on his stomach, wrapping his arms around the backs of your thighs and pulling you flush against his face. There was no warning, instantly licking from entrance to clit. It sent tingles up your spine, fisting at the sheets as pleasure rolled through your body like waves with each lick.

It quickly became aggravating, how slow and unhurried he went. Like he had all the time in the world. As if he wasn’t driving you to the brink of insanity every time he lazily swirled his tongue around your clit, tenderly sucking before continuing the languid strokes of his tongue.

“Jinnie,” you mewled, running your fingers into his hair, your not so blunt nails digging into his scalp. If it caused him any pain, he didn’t show it.

With one last quick flick to your clit, Hyunjin reluctantly pulled away, but only by a few inches. His scorching gaze found yours, his panting breaths hot on your skin.

“Yes, baby girl?” He feigned innocence, a wicked smirk lifting at one side of his lips when you blubbered in frustration. His tongue poked out to slide across his upper lip, stopping at the corner briefly. One of your favorite habits he did, even though it was such a simple motion that others always overlooked.

“Please.” You were so close to crying. Begging him to stop teasing, to just finally fuck you and relieve both of your lust driven hazes. He had to be dying for it too, you just knew. “Please, please, please!”

“Since you ask so nicely,” he condescendingly chuckled, finally giving you what you wanted.

He returned back to your clit, now sucking harder and licking faster, swiftly inserting two fingers and curling them to hit that perfect little spot. He was relentless, every little movement sending a fire through your bloodstream. The sounds coming from your mouth were nearly pornographic, complete nonsense to your ears. Various curses were all your brain could form, along with screams of his name.

After one more hard thrust of his fingers, the pressure that had been building and building deep inside your belly snaps. Your eyes squeezed shut as you let out what was most likely the loudest scream you’d ever managed. All of your muscles tense, your legs closing around Hyunjin’s head as you uncontrollably continued to clench around his fingers.

Seconds pass, and you’re unsure how long your blinding high lasted. The only thing you’re able to register is the touch of Hyunjin’s hands and lips as he trailed back up, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, placing a hand on top of your head with his fingers scratching at your scalp.

“Too much?” He whispered beside your ear, all traces of the wanton beast he was only moments ago gone.

You were in complete bliss. Thoroughly sated, limbs and mind as relaxed as they could get. But there was still a throbbing heat between your legs. Oversensitivity, mixed with the devastating sensation of wanting more. Needing more.

The air surrounding you was calm. Serene, almost.

You felt safe.

With Hyunjin, you always did.

He lifts his head and begins pressing kisses over your cheeks, to your forehead, to your nose, then your chin before landing on your lips. It seemed like Hyunjin’s favorite thing to do, plant kisses all over your face until there wasn’t a single piece of skin left feeling unloved.

If you were being honest, it was your favorite, too.

When he pulled back to look at you, there was only a hint of lust amongst something you weren’t ready to recognize quite yet. He looked ready to do whatever you decided, whether that be to continue or simply go to sleep. He looked at you like you held the world in the palm of your hands, which only helped to intensify the growing warmth and flutter in your chest.

“Let me return the favor?” You finally found your voice, your deft fingers starting to rid him of his own pajama pants before he grabbed your wrists.

“Later.” He promised, chuckling when you pouted. “Right now, I need to feel you.”

Shifting himself between your legs, he positioned his tip at your entrance, eyes flicking to yours for confirmation. Only after you gave a nod did he ease himself in, slowly inch by inch until he bottomed out. A soft moan echoed in the back of your throat as Hyunjin groaned loudly, resting his forehead on your shoulder as you got accustomed to his size.

You felt full, so full. Perfectly so, almost like you were made for each other.

No. You immediately pushed that thought to the back of your mind, telling yourself you’ll confront it later.

Right now, the only thing you can focus on is the firm rolls of Hyunjin’s hips, his thrusts starting shallow and slow. The slight discomfort gradually turned into pleasure, a soft tap on his side letting him know he doesn’t need to keep holding back.

With a relieved groan, Hyunjin sat up and grabbed your hips, pulling out to the tip then slamming back in. A sound that was something between a whimper and a moan slipped past your lips, then he did it again.

And again.

Until his hips were snapping into yours, with such sharpness and vigor you weren’t sure you were going to be able to walk out of this room without some sort of help.

You were so far gone, it took you longer than necessary to realize the screams filling the small apartment were yours. When you started, you weren’t sure, and you could only hope his neighbors didn’t file some sort of complaint. But you were passed the point of being able to care.

Hyunjin thrived as he watched you writhe beneath him, your volume only encouraging him. His pace had turned viscous, his headboard banging against the wall with every thrust. There wasn’t a single break in his merciless thrusts, your cunt pulsing and fluttering around him as the coil inside you twisted tighter and tighter.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes when Hyunjin grabbed one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder, creating a whole new angle and allowing him in much deeper. Your mind ultimately blanks, a mantra of what you think is his name leaving your lips. You’re so close, your core that’s tighter than a drum begging for release.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

It’s such an innocent statement, not even close to being sexual, but it’s still the tipping point that pushed you over the edge. Euphoria rushes through your veins, grabbing at the sheets as you tried to find anything to hold onto while your mind entirely blacked out in pleasure.

Hyunjin followed seconds after, releasing a guttural drawn-out groan as his body collapsed on top of you. His forearms landed on either side of your head, making sure his entire body weight didn’t crush you beneath him. Once you were finally able to control your limbs again, you wrapped your arms around his waist, tracing your fingertips in mindless patterns while you both got ahold of reality again.

It isn’t until Hyunjin moves that you realize he was still inside you, wincing as he pulls out. He mutters something about how he’d be right back, and you mentally praise him for even being able to move. Your eyes were heavy, and it took every ounce of energy you had left just to squint.

A minute later, there’s a soft, warm towel between your legs, his movements so soft and gentle as he cleaned you up. After he’s done, you don’t see what he does with the towel, just sensing him move you up the bed until your head hit the pillow and the warm blankets wrap around you like a cocoon.

When did you close your eyes again?

The bed shifts as Hyunjin slips in beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. Naturally, your head went to lay on his chest, an arm draping over his waist while your legs intertwined with his. The last thing you remember is a gentle kiss on your forehead, quickly drifting off to dreamland while Hyunjin whispered sweet nothings into your ear about how good you were for him, how wonderful and beautiful you are, and that he’d be here when you wake up.

You were wrong.

Sex isn’t euphoria.

This is.

constructive criticism and feedback is welcome! xx

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the-magicians-blue · 2 years

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hi! I haven't seen any blogs doing Micah content, so color me surprised- your writing style is so good too?? aa?? may I offer up the idea of visiting him to get away from stress or maybe family problems? good fluff times w him to distract from life :0! if not it's totally okay, and I hope you're well!

This is so cute I-

I have been having huge writers block on what to write for characters from other games/shows/comics so I’m more than happy to take this request! Thank you for liking my writing!

7:59pm

Everything sucked. Work was stressful, and your parents sudden want to have a say so in your life after months of radio silence wasn’t helping. The constant complaining about you living alone and still being single was getting tiring. You weren’t even single anymore! You just didn’t want them trying to meddle in your relationship with Micah. Your parents randomly popping up to your house trying to arrange a date was the final straw. You needed space, away from work, away from your parents. You needed comfort, you needed Micah. Yeah you could vent to him on video call, but you wanted him next to you, and you were gonna make that happen

After taking some time to plan and pack you were ready to go. You hadn’t told him you were coming to visit during your daily calls. He had gotten a little suspicious when he noticed you snooping around in his computer, but he just thought you were trying to send him a little gift. You had to admit, Micah was right about it being child’s play to find someone’s address, you just never had a need to do so.

When the day finally came you had told Micah that the company you were working for was sending you out of town so you wouldn’t be able to talk until tomorrow. Luckily he took the excuse (though he still was suspicious) and you were on a plane to his house.

My Angel <3: Hey

My Angel <3: You home right now?

Micah Yujin: Yeah? Why?

Micah Yujin: Wait

Micah Yujin: WAIT HOLD ON

From outside you suddenly heard running, something getting knocked over and Micah apologizing to an annoyed Skrunkly. Before you knew it he was swinging his door open and he starts screeching with joy when he sees you.

“OH MY GOD WAIT YOU PULLED A ME YOU’RE HERE HI WHAT THE FUCK!?”

He pulled you into a hug, spinning you around and planting kisses you all over your face. He was so excited he could cry tears of joy. It had been a while since he came to visit you and with what he had been hearing from you about your job and your family he had been thinking about coming over again but here you were at his door step.

“So why exactly did you come here? Don’t get me wrong, I could pass out with how excited I am that you’re here but… nothing serious happened did it?”

After assuring him things were find and you just needed a break from your job and your family he nodded and let you in. He was more than happy to have you with him. He doesn’t ask to much about what’s going on back home for you either, he knows thats not what you’re here for.

When you’re at his house you’re royalty and he is your personal butler thats also your secret lover those were his exact words don’t @ me. Whatever you want to do that’s what the two if you are gonna do, even if its just laying in bed all day and snuggling Skrunkly. You do eventually get to have your little competition of who’s the best back rubber between you both. Skrunkly ended up picking Micah but you claim he cheated since Micah feeds her of course he’d win. As compensation you do get to experience the back rub treatment Skrunkly got and quickly realized why Micah won in the first place. Micah’s grip was gentle yet firm as he meticulously worked out the kinks in your back. The feeling was so relaxing you found yourself falling asleep. Micah found it cute how by the time he was finished you were sleeping soundly.

He cooks for you every day you’re there except for the night he wanted to take you out. He made a big show out of it too. He took you shopping for formal clothes, bought you flowers and took you to a fancy restaurant together. While places like that aren’t really his thing he made you giggle at how dramatic he was about it all. He refused to let you open any door, joked around with a fake rich person accent, and of course you brought Skrunkly with you both. She had her own little pearl necklace and everything. It was all in good fun but above all he just wanted to show you a good time. And he’ll admit, getting to see you all dressed up does something to him.

He loved getting to show you his room and his set up. He would let you play on his computer around a bit but according to him there was something on there that he’d get in big trouble for showing you. It was really because he had about 10 songs he wrote about you he was too embarrassed to share yet and about 100 screenshots of your face during calls that he did NOT want you finding out about.

On your last night before you went back home Micah gave you a small gift box, his face a tinge of red. When you opened it inside was a necklace with angel wings and a key.

“Angel wings for my angel~ Oh! And… the key to my place. I-if you ever need to run away again just come. You don’t have to worry about letting me know, I will always want you here with me ok?”

You could cry with how sweet Micah was. He had so much trust in you and loved you so much. You hugged him tightly, wanting to stay now more than ever.

#error143 #micah yujin #micah yujin fluff #micah yujin x reader #please play error143!#micah x reader

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sp0o0kylights · 11 months

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Q: Why wasn’t there an Adopt a Jock (lol I wrote this as Adopt a Joke. Sorry Steve.) update this week? (slash sevenish days Idk time is dumb)

A: It was Steddie Big Bang Time! I am so excited to work with both my artists, and REALLY fricken excited to finally be able to give ya’ll a snippet.

They mention Hopper’s death here but its pre S4, they don’t know he’s actually alive.

Eddie

"Tonight is a good night for the other guy, not me, to die."

--What We Do In The Shadows

A scenario for you to ponder:

You are trapped in the dead police chief's cabin. With you are your three best friends, your life-long gay crush, and several children, one of which is supposedly telekinetic.

Maybe two.

You're not sure because one of the demonic plant-penis dogs prowling around in packs outside gave you a concussion.

You have two options available to you.

Option One) you and your loser friends hunker down with your hands over your ears while Mr. Sexy Chest and the children figure a way out.

This option has the highest chance of you and your besties surviving, unscathed.

Option Two) You tell Mr. Sexy Chest that you know how to hotwire cars and can likely get the police truck outside running in an ill fated attempt at impressing his very straight (and very firm) ass.

This option has the biggest chance of you dying, a virgin sacrifice to the monsters in the woods like every horror movie idiot known to man.

Eddie Munson, elbow deep in wires, cursed himself for being a very stupid man.

"Can I just say, for the record, that this is really dumb?" He huffed, wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.

The truck had clearly been sitting here since the old man had died. Likely before then, because Eddie had taken one look at the wires underneath the steering wheel and knew immediately the engine was going to need some work before he even bothered trying to wake her.

Steve, who had a hip rested against the truck, turned to look over his shoulder, down at where Eddie was ducked under the raised hood. "You can but it won't make you feel better."

"Great." Eddie said, planting both hands on either side of the engine.

Fucking truck.

Fucking--monsters, and the military and Steve Harrington holding a bloody bat with nails in it casually, like guarding Eddie’s back while he stole a cop car was just a casual Tuesday to him.

It probably was, considering all Eddie had heard.

"Does it help any if I tell you this is actually one of our better plans, and not just because we usually don't get to spend a lot of time on them?" Steve said it like a peace offering, instead of the absolute insanity it sounded like.

Eddie sighed. "No Steve, it doesn't."

"I didn't think it would.” Steve replied and from the corner of his eye, Eddie watched him rub his nose. “It is a little funny though."

He looked like he was trying to hold back a smile, like he somehow actually found them having spent a solid two hours coming up with a plan to be hilarious, and if it didn’t make his entire being glow brighter than the dumb yellow sweater he was wearing, Eddie would have cursed him out.

"God I hate how cute you are." Eddie muttered instead, sticking his head back in the engine. If he could just connect this one wire-!

Then his brain caught up with his mouth.

‘Oh my god I can’t believe I just said that out loud.

"What?" Steve asked, confused, and oh, thank god.

“I said I hated how cut up the wires are. Hand me some of that black tape would you?” Eddie said, sticking his hand up, thanking every deity he could think of that his mouth hadn’t managed to out him.

He’d gotten too far in this backwards, hick town to get murdered now.

Muttered angrily to himself under his breath as he continued to do his best to get Hopper’s old clunker up and running.

He wasn’t sure how this guy had the thing going for as long as he did, but as far as Eddie could tell?

The truck ran on magic and well-wishes, both of which they were fresh out of.

“Come on, come on…” Eddie coaxed, as he finally managed to successfully splice and tape the two wires he’d been fiddling with together.

It wasn’t a solid fix, but it should be enough to get them out of here.

"Dude it's okay. If you're like--freaked out." Steve said abruptly, and where the hell had that come from!?

Eddie slammed his wrench down on the edge of the truck, standing up from the bent over crouch he’d been in so he could face Harrington.

"Steve,” He deadpanned, “I think anyone who isn’t freaked out by all this has something wrong with them."

He got a defensive look in return. "I'm just saying! It's normal! You don't have to brave face it or anything, we've all collectively had a lot of breakdowns over this."

He just got a stare in return.

For a brief second he thinks maybe Steve is bringing up last night. That he’s suddenly returned to his King Shit status, rubbing it in Eddie’s face how he’d had not just one breakdown when the demodogs attacked but another one later, when all the adrenaline had left him with nothing but mounting anxiety and panic.

Except when Steve turns to look at him his face isn’t mocking at all, and--oh.

Oh.

Steve, Eddie realized with abrupt clarity, was giving Eddie the speech he wishes someone had given him.

This wasn't another weird language game or that fake-nice thing people did where they act friendly to get an up front show of Eddie’s weirdness, just to make fun of him later for it.

This is honestly. Plain and simple.

Eddie doesn’t know what to do with it.

“Thanks.” He manages, voice now quiet. “That’s…thanks.”

Steve looks away again, rubbing the back of his neck and god, where was this Steve Harrington in high school? Yeah Eddie had seen glimpses of him in his senior year but what about all the years prior?

The guy before him in jeans and a yellow sweater gave off sad single mother vibes so hard Eddie felt an urge to hug him until all the bullshit went away.

Except the bullshit wasn’t just the seven annoying freshmen, but also crazy monsters and shit.

“She uh, she should run now.” Eddie said awkwardly, tapping the car as he turned to remove the few tools he and Steve had managed to scrounge up. “I won’t turn her on until we’re ready to go though, because we’re boned if we turn her off.”

Steve snorted at that, mouthing “boned” at him and Eddie gave a feral grin in response. Stepped into his space, because how could he not, and clapped Steve on a sweater-clad shoulder.

“Get the kiddos, Stevie. We’ve got an eagle to fly us out of Mordor.”

#this is very unedited #steddie #well this part is pre steddie #this one gets there faster than my normal for once #probably bc the whole things a one shot #hellfire joins the party #steve harrington #eddie munson #theyre stuck in Hop's cabin right now #this is very heavily based off of various comedy horror movies and books #predominantly John Dies at the End series #But also cabin in the woods evil dead tucker and dale vs evil #all the good stuff #also backrooms starcourt but thats later #right now its just eddie cursing life itself as he gets sucked into this shit

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n4zareth · 2 days

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LOVE IN A TIME OF CLIMATE CHANGE. . .

* cross posted to AO3

mountain reflects, & he has a realization. — based on the poem “Love in a Time of Climate Change” by Craig Santos Perez, recycling Pablo Neruda’s “Sonnet XVII”

mountain / gender neutral ! reader ; a bit suggestive!

I don't love you as if you were rare earth metals, conflict diamonds, or reserves of crude oil that cause war.

Mountain is a gentle lover. His hands are likened to the leaves that tickle your cheek when you pass through the greens leading into the ministry gardens: smooth, playful, even. His hands have touched every inch that you have let him touch, and he has twisted every one of your past flaws into present perfections with mere words. Your stretchmarks bring more life to you, he says; they are like the roots of trees, digging deep and being a constant reminder of the tree’s life. Lines are engraved into your face, he sees, and he does not mind. Your smile lines are living proof you have laughed in this life, he says. They are living proof that your smile reached your eyes, that it was real, and that you were happy—and if you aren’t happy right now, then these smile lines will remind you that you can and will be happy. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you not for all you are worth, but for all you are. If you were worth nothing, then let him have it, and let him be happy.

I love you as one loves the most vulnerable species: urgently, between the habitat and its loss.

You are aging, and he might be changing. Mountain knows that he is replaceable, that at any moment he’d hear the click of a lightbulb appearing upon Sister Imperator’s head, another bright idea. One that might lead to his demise, his being, sent back to the pit. Mountain wouldn’t worry so much about this if he didn’t have his pack, if he didn’t have someone like you. Sometimes he regrets welcoming you into his heart, sometimes he wishes you’d just leave if only to spare him the pain of knowing what would happen if he was sent back. He wonders if, when you die, you’d be in there with him. He wonders if God will take you from him, if it truly is all about your morals as a human being rather than who you choose to worship; and if in the event you die, and you reunite with him, if he’d burn trying to hold your hand. You have so much time, both as a human and in the afterlife, & mountain doesn’t even know if he will be there for even half of it; so he loves you like it’s his last day every day.

I love you as one loves the last seed saved within a vault, gestating the heritage of our roots,

Mountain cultivated strawberry gardens, planting each with care and washing them thoroughly so as to nourish the ministry with a sweet taste. He had grown quite fond of them; not for their taste, but for their beauty. Before you, Mountain never really ate. He was a ghoul, and ghouls were hell-spawns—they would never need to eat, because what would ‘starvation’ do? kill them? they were already dead. The moment you pressed a strawberry to his mouth, however, was when Mountain tried the fruit for the very first time. Now, it is his favorite, the only thing he can ever really eat. He doesn’t know if it’s because of the taste, or if it’s because it reminds him of you. He never fails to stop by the greenhouse during your dates, your hand in his as he scours through the strawberries and picks the ripest ones for the two of you. You still press the strawberry to his soft lips, and he still opens his mouth, willing. The sweetness that explodes on his tongue is second only to you.

and thanks to your body, the taste that ripens from its fruit still lives sweetly on my tongue.

Strawberries. he associates you with strawberries. he doesn’t know why, you’re far from what strawberries usually are associated with. you are not soft, you’re rough around the edges, jagged bits capable of nicking someone if they pressed a little too hard, but when he lays his head on your chest the only thing he can think about is how much he wants to become one with you. to press as hard as he can. to bleed, and to bleed for you. your lips are not that red, but they still have the same sweetness the strawberries have—when you pull away from him, he chases not just your taste, but you. he finds that sweetness unique to you in spaces only he can touch, only he can feel. he understands Eve, now. She was so tempted by the serpent, falling to a mere fruit. if the fruit was as sweet as you were, mountain thinks, his forehead pressing against your knees, prying your closed legs open as he looks at you with pleading eyes, begging you to spread your legs just a little bit more, begging for your taste. if the fruit was as sweet as you were, he would’ve eaten it too.

I love you without knowing how or when this world will end. I love you organically, without pesticides.

He is replaceable. he is replaceable. he is replaceable. it replays in his head like a mantra, instilled into him, constantly drilled into his head as if it was used to tighten the screws loose in his, as sister described, ‘worm-infested’ head. he wants to think that he’ll live out forever with you, that you’ll have eternity— that you’ll have time. He wants to think that just like his plants, he can simply nourish himself with water and sunlight and he’ll be healthy forever. that way, he won’t be replaced. he won’t be sent back, and he’ll be yours forever, but you can’t keep a plant alive eternally. it will wilt eventually, and he’s so scared for the moment that he starts wilting too, for the moment he falters one too many. he’s been thinking too much, recently. it hurts his brain in ways he cannot fathom, and he wonders if his brain really is worm-infested. It might as well be. he feels consumed, infected by something he isn’t aware of. he feels disease-ridden, like the only thing that’ll even brighten him up a little bit would be being lathered in pesticide and thrown back into the soil (to put it simply, death). He feels burdened, like he’s a burden himself. You think differently. Every time you love him, so easy it’s like putting a plant out in the sun, Mountain wishes he was a human. Mountain wishes he had a beating heart, one that could beat for you.

I love you like this because we'll only survive, in the nitrogen-rich compost of our embrace,

Mountain’s back is pressed against your bed’s headboard, and your cheek is pressed against his chest—burrowing further, into his neck, inhaling his scent like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. He seems lost in thought, but in reality, he’s just lost in you. He asks you, “how?”

you smile, tilting your head and replying with another question. “what do you mean how?” your tone is calm and patient, but his tone is urgent. It’s almost panicked, and he says, “How could you love me? someone like me?” and you laugh. you laugh at him, and he looks at you with such bewilderment you laugh even more. You shake your head, shaking off your laughter in the process, and Mountain stares at you in awe as you speak of his flaws like they’re perfections, how you notice his absence, how you miss his presence, and how you love him so much and so easily. it hits Mountain so hard. It’s like a bat, swinging right across his face, knocking the breath out of his lungs; he’s so lucky to have you, he’s so lucky to feel this way, to be able to in the first place. He’s so lucky that he knows someone who’d cry if he was gone, for it only encourages him to just never leave. He’s so lucky to have you, to hold you, to hug you and to love you, he’s so lucky that he’s able to make you happy. He’s so lucky that he has you, and he’s even luckier knowing that you have him. He looks at you, lost in every pore on your face, every imperfection you mention that was never really imperfect to him, and especially, in the sparkle in your eyes as you smile up at him. He sucks in a breath.

His voice comes out cracked. “I don’t deserve your love.” he states, and you stay silent. You press your forehead against his own, and you say, “You deserve my reciprocation.”

he falls in love all over again, and it is magical.

so close that your emissions of carbon are mine, so close that your sea rises with my heat.

notes: wahhhh hello! writing debut ?! i decided to give mountain some lovin’ on this one, he’s my boyy<3 i hope you all liked the read!

kisses, arwen 🧡

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arc-misadventures · 2 years

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Her Most Holy Saint

Neptune: Hey, Pyrrha; need me to carry your books for you?

Weiss: Pyrrha, would you like to join me for tea later, I have the utmost exquisite tea for you to try?

Blake: Pyrrha, would you like to talk about the plights of the faunas?

Sun: How about we all go have lunch outside?

Ruby: Oh! We could have a picnic!

Nora: With pancakes!

Ren: Would this be satisfactory to your wishes your most holy saint?

Yang: Sound like fun to me!

Pyrrha: Thank you, thank you everyone ~! That sounds just wonderful~! Although, I don’t think pancakes are a good picnic food, Nora, maybe cakes instead~!

Ruby: That sounds nice~!

Weiss: I know some excellent cakes that go along famously with my teas!

Neptune: Would you like a cushion to rest on?

Nora: What are we waiting for, lets go have a picnic!!!

As the group cheered, and danced about their most holy saint, one bad his opinions about their little get together well known, very well known.

: Oh gods… Are we going to have a party, or are all of you having a seizure?

Jaune Arc, comes from a most prestigious family, excellent academic rating, and a first class swordsman, well like by many of the schools facility, and the only student who showed any open distain to the most holy, Saint.

Jaune: Well, answer me! Or, are your brains so dulled by such childish antics they’ve ceased to function properly?

Ruby: We’re going to have a picnic!

Nora: And, you’re not invited!

Jaune: Oh, such a pity… At least tell me where you picnic is being held, I’m pretty sure the grass could use some watering.

Pyrrha: Now, now, come on, and be nice everyone~! I’m sure, Jaune would be wonderful to have at our little picnic, oh won’t you join us please~?

Jaune: Why the hell would someone of my noble standing deal with something like you, piece of trash.

Neptune: You dare call her trash!

Jaune: ‘Dared,’ you illiterate monkey! It past tense since I already called her trash! A worthless piece of trash at that!

Yang: You looking for a beat down you bastard!

Jaune: Now, now, now, Yang. Didn’t your precious little saint ask to, oh how did it go…? Oh yes: ‘Please no fighting~! Can’t we all just get along in peace with on another~?’ Ughh… just thinking about your pathetic idealism bullshit is revolting!

Yang: Next sparing match, you’re going down!

Jaune: Down on you if I lose, or down on me if I win? Regardless of which, I’m very certain we’ll both enjoy anyway~!

Yang: You fucking bastard!!

Weiss: You revolting pig!

Ruby: You big meanie!

Jaune: Oh! I am so offended by your words! Not because they were particularly mean, but that was seriously the best you come up with?

Neptune: Do you have anything better to do than insult the, Saint, Arc?!

Jaune: Do you have anything better to do than be a massive simp?

Neptune: You… What?!

Jaune: Evidently not…

Blake: Get out of here, Arc! People like you are not welcome here!

Jaune: Wow, you really going to get faunas equality with that kind of hypocrisy? Gods! I understand why this pack of simpleton’s shadow you like the plague, the hell are you doing? Like attracts like I guess.

Pyrrha: I fail to understand why you are so mean to me! Whatever it is I have done to offend you, please tell me what it is, and I shall rectify the problem!

Jaune: Well, I’m offended by your general existence so… Die?

Weiss: WHAT?!

Neptune: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!

Yang: You motherfucker!

Sun: I’m go to string you up like a bunch of bananas!

Ruby: You jerk!

Nora: I’LL BREAK YOUR LEGS!!!

Jaune: Oh no… Please don’t… Haa… Whatever. I have better things to do that remind you how fucking stupid you all are. Goodbye, you bunch of intellectual equivalent to house plants.

And, with that, Jaune Arc walked away from them all, flipping the bird as he left as the rest of, Pyrrha’s posse surrounded her spouting off words of comfort to their poor Saint as she could only sadly stare at the back of, Jaune’s head.

~~~

As, Jaune walk down the halls of, Beacon whistling a tune as he went, he found himself in one of the many courtyards of, Beacon where he slowly stopped whistling, and sat down. As he sat down, he looked around him making sure he was alone, before his head fell in his hands as he tiredly groaned into them.

Jaune: Ughhhhhh… This is so exhausting?!

: Don’t worry, everything is going as planned. Relax, our Galant Knight~!

Jaune could feel a pair of arm’s messaging his shoulders as made a soft groan of comfort, he looked up into the burning eyes of his teammate, and one of his secret lovers, Cinder Fall.

Jaune: I know, it’s just so exhausting to be a complete dick to everyone!

Jaune felt a kiss against his cheek as a one, Emerald Sustari snuggled up against him.

Emerald: But, you do it so well! You just walk in, and be a complete douchebag to all of them!

Jaune: Aye, but all three of you know that, that isn’t me.

Jaune felt a hand on his shoulder to his left, and he looked over to see, Neo giving a comforting look.

Jaune: Thanks, Neo. It’s just… It feels like I’m not getting anywhere with her; She still such a goodie two shoes no matter what I do. Ugh… Do I have to be the bad guy here…?

Cinder: I know you don’t like it, Jaune, but it has to be you. Everyone thinks you’re the nicest guy around, someone has to teach the, Saint that the world isn’t all sunshine, and rainbows. And, I’m afraid that person has to be you.

Jaune: Nawww… I don’t wanna do it! Why can’t you do it, you guys can easily be way harsher than I ever could!

Emerald: And, what makes you say that?

Jaune: You’re girls. And, because of my seven sisters, I know how vicious a girl can be to another girl. It’s scary…

Cinder: Haha~! I know we could eviscerate the poor girl, but we can’t do that.

Jaune: And, why is that?

Cinder: Because, Neo is mute, and therefore can’t join is.

Neo: 😕

Emerald: And, we’re too busy pretending we enjoy hanging around those guys as we apologetically remind them all that you are a horrible, horrible person!

Jaune: But, I’m not a huge dick to people!

Emerald: Depending on the context you are~!

Neo: 🥰

Cinder: True, on both accounts. But to, Pyrrha, and the rest of them you are a huge dick.

Jaune: Haa… I understand the importance of the mission, I’m just starting to get worried is all.

Emerald: About what?

Jaune: I’m worried that we’ll fail because it doesn’t seem like I’m getting anywhere.

Cinder: Don’t worry, Jaune. We’re together on this, we can get there I know we can.

Jaune: And, how my mother will kill me if she ever found out I was talking this way to a lady…?

The trio of lover all shared a nervous glance at one another, knowing full well the wrath of the, Arc Matriarch.

Neo: 😫

Emerald: Yeah, it wouldn’t be a quick death.

Cinder: In all honesty; I fear your mother more than failing this mission.

Jaune: Oh gods…

Cinder: Don’t worry, my precious knight… (Kiss) You’ll make it through this~!

Emerald: (Kiss) Don’t worry, I’ll give you a nice calming back massage when we get back to our room.

Neo: 🍆💦 🥴

Jaune: Neo?!

Neo: 🤭

Jaune: Haa… What would I do without you girls~?

Cinder: Lets not answer that, because I’m not sure what we would do without you. Bye~!

Emerald: See you later, Jaune~!

Neo: 😘

Jaune: Till later ladies~!

Jaune waved goodbye as he watched them leave. He say down for a while longer before finally standing up, and giving his stiff muscles a good stretch before getting up. The rest was over, and now it was time for the bad guy to get to work.

~~~

Pyrrha: J-Jaune?

Jaune: Haa… The hell do you want? Hmm? Where’s your little entourage, finally grown a pair to face me yourself?

Pyrrha: I just wanted to talk, without their input on what clearly is a personal matter.

Jaune: Oh? So the little lady has a mind of her own. Colour me surprised; I thought if we turned your head right, we could see the sunlight through your ears!

Pyrrha: I don’t understand! Why do you hate me so much! I fail to see what I did was wrong to you!

Jaune: Do I need a reason?

Pyrrha: W-What?!

Jaune: Do I need a reason to hate someone, or love someone? The answer is no. Sure having a reason rationalizes it so we can focus on why we love, or hate someone, or something. But we don’t need a reason now do we?

Pyrrha: S-So you hate me, because you hate me?

Jaune: No, I don’t hate you, I despise you! There’s a difference.

Pyrrha: What difference does it make?! Why must you hate me.

Jaune: Because I can! And, that’s all that matters in the end! I don’t need a duck reason to hate you, I just do! Happy, I hate you, because I hate you! Can we call it a fay, this pointless conversation is making me tired.

Pyrrha: C-Can’t we work it out? I’m sure if we could…?!

(SLAP!)

Jaune: Shut the fuck up! I don’t care what you say, how hard to cry! I hate you!

Pyrrha: Y-Y-You hit me…? You hit me?!

Jaune: Yeah I did, what are you going to do about it, bitch!

~~~

Cinder, Emerald, and Neo were patiently waiting for the return of their friend/team leader/joint lover in their room. Each waiting to give him a treat for his hard work, and to remind him; that no matter how mean he had to be to the saint, at the end of the day, he was loved.

But suddenly, with no warning what so ever, the door to their room quickly opened, and slammed shut behind them causing all the girls to jump in shock. They all turned to see their precious knight panting heavily as if he had just seen a ghost. They all rushed to him, to see if he was okay.

Neo: 🤨

Emerald: Jaune?! What’s wrong, are you okay?

Cinder: Did, Pyrrha’s cronies finally have enough, and decided to chase you down.

Jaune: Oh gods I wish that was it…?!

Emerald: Than, what happened, Jaune?

Jaune: Okay! S-So, Pyrrha tracked me down… alone… to talk.

Cinder: Without her followers getting in the way?

Emerald: Perfect time to talk with him, about stuff.

Jaune: Y-Yeah, that’s what I thought so too! S-So I decided to really let her have it?!

Emerald: What did you do?

Jaune: I-I-I slapped her…!!

Cinder: Excuse me?

Emerald: You did what now?

Neo: 😬

Jaune: I slapped her!

Cinder: How hard did you slap her? Was it like a light slap to the back of the head or was it?!

(Slap!)

Neo: 😱

Cinder: OWWW?! Damn! That was perfect!

Emerald: It was?!

Cinder: Hurt enough to be shocking, but jot hard enough to leave a mark. Perfect slap!

Emerald: He gets a lot of practice from us~!

Neo: 🥴

Cinder: So then what happened?

Jaune: W-Well I antagonized her; she said you ‘Slapped me.’ i said, ‘What are you going to do about it bitch!’

Emerald: Oh~! Nice!

Neo: 😁👍

Cinder: Then what happened?

Jaune: S-She looked at me w-w-with the most depraved look I’ve ever seen!

Emerald: What?

Jaune: S-She told me to slap her again!

Neo: 😰

Jaune: Only this time I hit her harder, and call her, ‘My bitch!’

Cinder: Wait, what?!

Jaune: G-G-Guys?! T-T-The saint is a masochist! She a freaking masochist! And, she wants me to discipline her?!! Oh gods?! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!!

CEN: …

Cinder: The fuck…?!

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Hello! First of all, I wanna say congratulations on your milestone ! 🎉 you deserve all the support and your work deserves all the recognition. 🥹 second I would like to enter the event if that’s okay, my character is levi, setting is college, and the line is “Don’t touch me.” IM FEELINF ANGSTY SORRY😭😭 but in like hurt/comfort happy ending 🥹. Thank you SO much

🥺🥺 thank you. i love some hurt/comfort. maybe this is based off true events also!! who knows!!!

Levi is the best boyfriend ever.

content/warnings: alcohol consumption (we’re kinda wasted), hurt/comfort, a little negative self talk.

wc: .9k

If there’s anything Levi knows about you, it’s that you hate parties. Packs of sweaty, wasted bodies stinking of either an embarrassing amount of cologne, B.O., or somehow both at the same time, the couples making out in the middle of the staircase, and god, the messes. Levi sympathizes with that one.

Which is why it stumped him so much that you practically begged him to go with you to the biggest party of the year, just in time for college graduation.

Granted, you were both in the same year—but a frat house? In the middle of finals week? Hosted by Eren Jaeger, of all people?

Even if he was firmer in his already-firm opposition to your plan, he pretty much had to go out of concern for your well-being, because you couldn’t be swayed for some reason. You dodged the topic every time he asked you why.

Now, at the end of the night, he carefully (carefully) guides you up the last of the stone steps to your brownstone townhouse—yours, shared.

Once again, even if it wasn’t, he would feel the need to stay with you. His hold on your waist tightens, protective.

“I just…” You lean heavily against him, slurring every other word. “Jus’ wanted.”

“Wanted what?” he asks patiently.

He’s feeling a small bit buzzed from the “pussy-ass” (according to that jackass Zeke) White Claws during the night, but he has no trouble fitting the key into the thick metal lock. With his free arm, he keeps you steady.

“Hans said I wasn’t… living life.”

Shit-glasses. He should’ve known.

His glare darkens as cool air conditioning pulls you inside, shelter from a muggy spring night. Sniffing, clinging, you don’t seem to notice, but you do see the look on his face.

“You’re diss’pointed in me.”

“No, sweetheart,” he sighs. “Just…” He plants you down on the couch and sits with you, fixing your messed hair to the best of his ability.

Worried.

He searches your hazy eyes. “You never gave a shit what they thought before.”

With a harsh, dismissive shake of your head, you pull in on yourself and hug yourself real tight.

You don’t speak again.

He is, in fact, so worried it sits like twists metal behind his ribcage. Before he grabs a trashcan for you (just in case), he lets you know.

Whenever you drink, you get touchy-feely. It’s something about you he always found pretty cute compared to your sober self, but he doesn’t want you to break down by getting the wrong idea. You had a bad night—though it didn’t look that way all night. Back at Eren’s, you were laughing your head off, mostly when Levi was around.

When he preemptively snags some aspirin from the medicine cabinet and locks the front door, he also lets you know.

Maybe all this happened because you weren’t a party animal in high school, either. You never attended prom, and the pandemic stopped your whole class from holding a graduation ceremony.

Missing one more drunken night at the end of another round of school wouldn’t have bothered him any, but you’re not him.

When he—now dressed down to a plain sweater and sweatpants—crouches back down in front of the sofa again, you don’t look like you’ve so much as twitched since he left. Your cheeks shine a little as you stare off, listless.

That’s what he was afraid of. He beckons you softly with a catch of your name. “Hey, night’s over. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

His hand falls on your shoulder, but you shrug him off like you’ve been stung and then pull your feet up on the cushions to sit sideways—shoes and all.

His lips press. Doesn’t matter right now.

“Don’t touch me,” you whimper. “‘m fucking horrible person.”

Obediently he gives you space, but his eyes turn hard and sharp, hurt—only because you dare say that about yourself.

“No, you’re not. Say one more shitty thing about yourself and I’ll kill you.”

You start to cry.

His mouth moves uselessly.

Idiot. Say something nice.

“You just drank too much. I’ll put on a movie and make you tea—with a shit-ton of sugar like you like… Okay?”

As he begins to rise to his feet, your eyes suddenly fly open. Your hand misses his wrist the first time you stutter to take it.

“No! Please don’t leave me.”

Your polar-opposite demands of him make him wary to even move. You keep on staring up at him with your puppy-dog eyes, pleading, so he crouches back down, heart hurting for you.

“I’m not leaving during your mid-life crisis, don’t worry,” he gently chides. “But you’re living your life fine. I’m not disappointed, no one is.”

His words probably won’t even register to your frazzled mind, but his tender tone, at least, softens you.

Tears have mixed in with your makeup, caking your cheeks below bloodshot eyes.

“Okay.” Sniff. “You still love me?”

“I never stopped,” he replies immediately, leans in, and kisses your forehead.

What a mess. He’s the one disappointed in himself for ever letting this happen without forcing some answers out of you, if it came to that. He’ll just have to make it up to you.

He squeezes your knee. “Now get these feet off the sofa—”

You swivel around so they drop.

“—and I’ll make you that tea,” he finishes. “Stay here, baby.”

The rare pet name makes you hum, soft.

He pets your hair. “Good.”

Enter the event here!

#1k.event #levi drabble #levi x reader #aot drabble #levi fluff #levi x y/n #levi x you #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x you #levi x gn!reader #levi ackermann x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fic #levi ackerman drabble

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hopeforelvis · 2 years

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Me and Elvis

PART 19

Pairings: Elvis Presley x reader

August, 16th, 1977

The day passed on like any other day. Elvis was preparing to leave for his first performance in Paris, France tomorrow with you. Of course it took over three years of rehab and a lot of exercise and healthy eating, but he proved his doctor's and nurses wrong. What mattered to him though, is he proved to himself and you that he could do it. He did everything for you, because he would do anything for you and the excitement of his plan to show that tomorrow was building in him. He finished packing his bags and quickly looked in one of his socks. The little black box was tucked perfectly inside. His heart swelled with happiness at the thought. Your footsteps came up the stairs and he quickly re-hid that pair of socks at the bottom and turned to greet you. "You look happy darling." You say, observing his coy smile. "I'm just excited. I wouldn't be going on this tour if it weren't for you." He pecked your lips, wanting to deepen it. "Babe." You say against his lips. "The suitcase, move it." You say and he raises an eyebrow and smirks at your request. He quickly obliges, putting it on the floor and wraps his arms around you, turning you around and pushing you both down on the bed. He passionately and tenderly makes love to you, kissing every inch of you, nibbling at your ear, your neck, and then back to your lips, his tongue dancing gracefully with yours. You both strip down to nothing and continue on until the sun long disappeared under the horizon. He held you to him and you listen to his heart beating, thankful for its beat. Snuggling in you fall asleep and dream of the endless possibilities that life had in store for both of you.

August, 17th, 1977

It was always the most exciting time before a show and a show across the ocean in a different country at that made it even more so and Elvis was riding the natural high from this whole experience. He stood in his dressing room in one of his more elaborate jumpsuits. It had a giant gold medallion on the back and gold along the white suit. It opened slightly, revealing his fit chest and chest hair peaking out, which he knew would drive you crazy. He paced back and forth, taking deep breaths and then downing a bottled water. You walk in as he finishes and he walks up and wraps his arms around you. "Well, hey there, talk dark and handsome." You smile and kiss his pink full lips. "Hey, my baby." He smiles and admires you in your newest red gown. It dipped low on your back and had rhinestones lining the collar. He took in a deep breath. "God, I love red on you." He says, letting his hands roam freely on you until your interrupted by a stage hand, knocking on the door. "We're ready for you Mr. Presley." The young man announces. Elvis chuckles. "Call me Elvis kid. Thank you." He said and takes your hand, leading you down the hallway to meet with the rest of TCB, but before you got too far from the young stage hand, Elvis turned and pointed at you. "Check out this smoke show." He chuckled, making you blush. His humor was in full swing and the happiness he had seemed to radiate. You make your way down the hallway, reminiscing back on the times you've done this very thing...knowing now that you'd have years ahead to continue walking hand in hand with the King. You walked up on all the guys. They stood smiling backstage, all full of the energy that flowed through. You could hear the roar of the crowd building as house lights dimmed. It was a sold out arena. The biggest place Elvis had ever played and you were there to watch him first hand. He took your face in his hands and planted a firm kiss before they called for them and he gave you a quick wink, before he made his grand entrance. The crowd went wild and they didn't stop. They loved him. He was truly the King of Rock n Roll. He went through most of the set, absolutely killing it. You danced along on the side of the arena with Vernon, Joe, and Red until suddenly Joe and Red took places and positioned themselves tightly on either side of you, grabbing both arms. "Come on. You're up." Joe said and Red let out a loud laugh. They continue leading you in utter confusion straight for center stage. You've never been on stage like that and slight stage fright sets in until Elvis comes up to you. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I have a special lady with me. You may recognize her. She's been with me through thick and thin since 1957." Gasps and cheers break out. "I know, we're old!" Elvis jokes. You blush at the whole situation unfolding and hold onto his arm to keep your balance, feeling slightly dizzy. "Well, tonight she deserves a little song dedication, don't yall think so?" He asks and the crowd roars. You're sure half probably don't understand him being in France, but they love it either way. Elvis leads you towards his piano and ushers you to take a seat beside him. You've seen him play plenty of times, but to see him like this, it was like heaven opened the gates when he started singing your all time favorite song, 'Can't Help Falling In Love' and he does so with complete and utter passion you've never seen, belting out the lyrics. He makes eye contact with you as you are in a trance watching him, he smiles the biggest smile and finishes, the band continues to play the melody and Elvis takes your hand again, leading you back center stage, your dress dragging along behind. "I have something I have to say..." He turns to you, his blue eyes piercing your soul. "Y/full name. You've been with me through so much...probably too much. I don't deserve you, but Lord knows, for some strange reason you stuck around." You smirk slightly. "Well baby, because of you, you saved me. You saved me from a path that I don't know if I'd be alive today and I'm forever grateful. I'd do anything for you and tonight I want to show you..." Elvis kneels down on one knee and your breath catches. "Will you marry me and be by my side on this crazy little ride called life?" He asks. You burst into the biggest smile and wrap your arms around his neck. "Oh yes, Oh yes. Elvis Aaron Presley, I will!" You exclaim and he stands up, wrapping his arms around your waist, picking you up and twirling you around. The entire arena goes wild, cheering for your happiness. He kisses your lips and squeezes you tightly. Holding the microphone away, he whispers in your ear. "Thank you for giving me new life." His words and breath on your ear send chills across your body. You look him in the eyes. You can't help but be thankful to be able to have many more years ahead walking through life with him. Your life with Elvis, feeling like it was just beginning.

Part 20- EPILOGUE

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zookazooks · 1 year

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oh, you wanted an autistic girl who doesn't know she's a lesbian yet?? lemme see what i can do

Wednesdays were her Mondays, the gate lock creaking when she turned the key, the hinges complaining as she shuttled it aside and away from the front door of the shop. The city had been awake for hours, the road well-traveled all morning, but when one owns a business with dedicated and nigh-on guaranteed clientele one can choose one's hours, and Kim Ami liked the hours when people could come in the most easily best.

That meant lunch time on weekdays, 5 to 9 in the evening, all day all weekend, and, of course, open by appointment. Very little of her stock was likely to be urgently required, and so she made simple stable business within the confines of the little shop.

The warm humid air hit her as she stepped over the threshold from the sidewalk into the shop, leaving the cold outside to nip at someone else's ears, and she took her coat off as she walked through the dark front room, pausing just a moment at the wall to hit the lights.

The little fish shop lit up in pockets of glow, planted tanks humming and green, oxygen pearling from each blade of vallisneria, each round leaf of bacopa caroliniana. The indoor cichlid pond roiled with blue and gold— ("Okay, okay, let me set down my bag, I get it, you're hungy babies...") —the goldfish swarmed, each tank of little jeweled guppies wiggled a late morning greeting of permanently hungry optimism.

The auto-feeders went off as she walked past, pellets dropping into the water of a few dozen high-turnover aquariums taking care of the lion’s share of the work, but there was still easily another half an hour of painstaking feeding - the portioning of brine shrimp, the snails into the puffer tank, stick-on tablets and algae wafers and making sure the betta on the bottom of the sorority hierarchy got her breakfast, delivered sneakily behind the dwarf lily with a turkey baster and the power of distraction.

She was in the middle of topping off the co2 in the black moscow tank (packed to the gills with pogostemon stellatus as it was) when the bell over the door tinkled merrily, and if she hadn’t known exactly who it would be she might have looked up. “I’m sorry to say this,” she said, “but I’m unable to sate your strange desires today.”

“My what?”

What Ami had expected was a man named Seokjin, a person as friendly as he was beautiful and who had Opinions about koi husbandry which she may or may not have shared, (she didn’t, but mostly because she didn’t care about koi that much; her ideal koi came in the form of a plakat betta, thank you, and if a carp really wanted to get fancy then the least it could do was be an oranda about it), but the bell had not tinkled to announce the presence of an old friend - it had tinkled to announce the presence of someone significantly… newer.

Newer, yes, and shorter too. Narrow shoulders, hips at a slant, legs that could have just walked straight out of a girl group, sleepy eyes and a mouth that looked like mostly what it did was pout and sigh and (probably) drink too much coffee.

“You’re not Jin,” Ami said, a paragon of awareness and subtlety.

“I’m not, no,” said the girl in her shop. She looked at Ami. She looked at the fish tank. “Is it s’posed to be bubbling that much?”

“Not really,” Ami replied nonchalantly, extremely calmly scrambling to shut off the co2 and unhook the pipe from the bottle without upending the entire aquarium right there on the floor. (Which would be a tragedy of the highest order. Some of the bacteria in that substrate was older than she was.) “Um, that’s— sorry, hold on—“

“Holding,” said the girl in her shop. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Do you, uh… need any help?”

“Usually! Ha ha!” Oh god, she wasn’t a funny person and that hadn’t sounded like a joke. “It— it’s fine, just gimme a second…“

In the end she required more than a second, and instead took almost four full minutes to dramatically fight the co2 canister, airline, and hook back into the closet where the entire kit belonged, and so it was that by the time she turned finally to pay attention to the new person in her little fish shop she was sweaty and stupid and, unfortunately, very very useless.

“Hello,” said Ami, the dumbest person on the planet. “Hi. I’m… hello.” (Oh god.) “Can I help you? With anything?” (Oh, god.) “That you might need?”

“M’not really in need of anything,” the girl said, shrugging. “Just came over to say hi. I’m—“ She laughed, shook her head. “Sorry, I’m Yoonji. Min Yoonji. I just signed the lease on the space next door.”

The space next door.

Somewhere on Ami’s kitchen counter lay an envelope from her building manager that she’d been meaning to open for… a little while, sure, but not too long, right? No more than a week. Two weeks? Regardless of the timing, Ami at this point felt reasonably confident that whatever information she might find inside that envelope would likely be primarily in regard to the space next door, its lease, and subsequent signing of same by the girl standing in front of her.

“Right!” said Ami, like she knew to expect this. (Incredible theatrical skill. Breathtaking.) “Of course. That’s great, it felt weird to have it empty.” She shrugged. “I dunno, like it was unlucky somehow. I’m Ami, by the way.”

“Ami, huh?” Yoonji stared at her for a few blank and empty seconds, then laughed— glancing away like she didn’t want to make eye contact. “I dunno if me showing up here will bring a whole lotta luck,” she said, and turned, looking around the shop. “I thought this was like a house plant store or something, but…” She reached up, almost but not quite brushing her fingertips over the glass of a tank populated with dozens of cherry neocaridina flickering among thick drifts of java moss. “Are these… fish?”

There was a part of Ami that had a filter. (But what kind? HOB? UGF? Sponge? Canister? Sump? Matten? What about the biomedia? And please don’t tell me you’re putting activated charcoal into the filter for a planted tank…) That part of her could do things like go to the grocery store, talk to tellers at the bank, stuff like that, but that filter ended where aquariums began, and so it was that Yoonji’s unfortunate question mark clipped short Ami’s ability to shut, as it were, the fuck up.

Time passed, during which Ami explained to Yoonji everything about the care, feeding, ecological role, ethical breeding practices (“I just can’t get behind the orange-eyed tigers,” she said. “Hindering a living being’s natural functions for the sake of human aesthetics? Feels icky.“), and historical significance of neocaridina versus caridina freshwater shrimp in the aquarist hobby, and it wasn’t until she had moved on to how the mineral and pH requirements of neocaridina make them good tankmates for a small livebearer breeding colony (“Endlers are very hardy, and there are new hybrid color morphs coming out practically every day!”) that she looked up at Yoonji again and saw the dazed expression on this near stranger’s face and realized, horribly and suddenly like an ice bath in the morning, how fucking dumb she was. This poor stranger didn’t need a crash course on water parameters. This poor stranger just came in to say hi.

“… Sorry,” she said, stuttering to a halt. “Um. I get… excited.”

“It’s exciting stuff,” Yoonji replied, looking heavy-lidded and sarcastic but sounding unexpectedly sincere. “That’s cool about the… you know, the shrimp. I didn’t know that there were freshwater shrimp.” She hadn’t looked away from the tank, eyes tracking the flitting movements of miniscule invertebrates exploring a dense and soggy jungle, and the light cast green and blue over her face. “The red looks pretty on the green.”

Ami took in a breath to say something - probably something stupid, like you look pretty on the green - but was saved from herself by the sound of the bell over the door.

“Darling,” boomed Seokjin, standing in the door like the demigod he was. “Please tell me you have what I desire.” He took a step inside. “Who’s this? Are you cheating on me?”

“Oppa!”

“Woops,” Yoonji muttered under her breath, recoiling from Ami like they had suddenly become two magnets of identical polarity. “Um, I’ll— I’ll see you around? Prob’ly. I mean I’m next door, so—“ On her escape out the door she came extremely briefly face to face with Seokjin, to which she reacted by going pale and almost tripping over her own feet. “Cool, bye!”

Ami and Seokjin stood in the shop in silence for a few moments, the quiet broken only by the noise of cars on the street and the door to the space next door opening quickly and then slamming shut. “She seems nice,” Seokjin said brightly.

“Your book hasn’t come in yet,” Ami said, “but I got in some new betta boys that I need to jar if you want to hang out and talk shit about blood parrot breeders until you have to go back to work.”

Seokjin placed one hand over his heart. “Ami,” he said, “that’s the sexiest thing a woman has ever said to me.”

#a scraplet of nonsense for femmeslash february #there's more of this which you will probably see #but not yet #hey zooks how obsessed are you with amji?#great question!#the answer is: extremely #i feel like i should mention that this is bts fic

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banditcoyote · 3 years

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Wrangled and Tangled

Sasuga stood by the sink washing the last of the dishes from tonights meal. She smiled softly to herself as her tail flicked behind her, happy about the sets of cups and plates she had picked out, feeling domesticated and settled looking over the two sets of dishes her and her lover had shared, something about them in the drying rack felt almost romantic to her. But maybe it was just the way the sunset was showing so pink and purple over the water that was making her feel that way, the cool summer breeze blowing in from the open Lanai. She hummed to herself a little as she dried her hand and reached for the first plate, ready to dry them herself, when the dish cloth was plucked out of her hands swiftly.

“Let me take care of that.” Simon said perching himself onto the counter and starting to dry one of their plates.

“All the left overs put away?” she asked leaning against the counters and bringing her wine to her lips.

“Most of them.” he said with a nod. “Except for the second helping I couldn’t resist, which is now residing in my stomach.”

She laughed lightly, brushing her hair back behind her ear “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She said with a nod, moving to cozy up to him just a little bit, her eyes full of warmth, and maybe a bit of mischief. “Maybe we can enjoy some other things when you’re done putting those dishes away.” She said with a curl to her lips.

Simon returned the smile and took a moment to lean down to kiss her easily, drawing back with a little hum. “I can think of some things for sure.” He added. “But before we get too distracted.” He placed the clean plate down on the counter and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small ring box and placing it on the counter next to her hand. “Happy Anniversary.”

Sasuga froze at the sight of the small velvet box and her large eyes went wide, slowly looking up into Simon’s face, searching for the meaning.

Simon at once realizing what she might have thought smiled and blushed. “I know we’ve talked about it, but this is just a promise ring.” Sasuga let go of the breath she was holding with some relief. He picked the box up and opened it. “See?” inside was a thing gold band with a small rose quartz crystal cut into the shape of a heart that side horizontal to the finger. He reached for her left hand and slid it on to her ring finger kissing it into place. “I love you Sasuga, I know that this might not be perfect, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.” Sasuga looked to the ring on her finger, feeling tears pull at the corner of her eyes. He hopped down from the counter “Oh no….is it too much? I know we said we weren’t going to do anything, that dinner was enough but-“

She shook her head “Don’t be stupid.” She said choking back her emotions. “I love it. I love you….Thank you.” She looked at the ring again before reaching up to tug on one of his horns pulling him down into a kiss. “Forget the dishes….come on.” She said, her tail already snaking up around his waist to guide him toward their bedroom.

Coyote woke up with a start, staring up into the dark ceiling above him. He contemplated for a moment what that dream could have meant, and his jaw tightened in his face. Did Sasuga sleep with Simon while he was away, it was the only rule he had given. Or maybe that had made the whole thing more enticing for the two of them. Still, why would Sasuga end up with Simon, he had the feeling he was absent, that house not looking familiar to him in the slightest. He closed his eyes again, almost willing it to come back to him, but some of the finer details were already fading from his memory, and all he remembered was the way the pair looked longingly at each other before they kissed. He gave a little growl and pushed himself up quickly to throw on some jeans and a shirt.

“Coyote?” Shishi asked lifting his head from where he was curled up on one of the pillows. “Where are you going?” he asked rubbing one of his eyes sleepily.

“I’m heading back to the Makai” he told Shishi as he pulled his shirt down over his torso.

The imp eyed the view appreciatively before his senses snapped back to him. “Should I be worried?” he asked knowing of Coyote’s sometimes prophetic dreams, and he wondered if he had some type of vision of Sasuga’s fights. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Coyote shook his head. “No. No. It’s nothing like that it’s….” only he wasn’t entirely sure he could begin to really understand it himself. He shook his head “Sasuga’s fine. I just need to see her. I only had that one other show at the end of the week anyway, stay here, I’ll go tell Russell to pack everything up and head on home. You’ll be fine finding a flight right? I mean, stay the night, don’t leave on my account.”

Shishi laughed “Oh it was that kind of dream was it?” he grinned. “Okay, Well, tell her I said hello and get back safely.” He said as he yawned and laid back down to sleep. “I’m sure Kurama and Gatlin will be happy to have me home, if they haven’t torn each other apart yet…”

Coyote slapped on his cowboy hat and grabbed a jacket though he felt his skin burning. “And you remember what we said about this right?” he asked as he headed toward the door.

“My lips are sealed.” Shishi murmured. “Not a word to anyone”

“Especially to Sasuga.” He confirmed hand on the door.

“Especially Sasuga.” Shishi promised “She’d probably be more upset with me than you anyway” and waved him off.

Coyote found himself easily at his ring manager’s trailer, pounding on the door. He felt bad to be waking Russell up like this but he knew he couldn’t just disappear in the middle of the night and leave Shishi to explain for him, things looked weird enough having him around. Russell answered the door, looking as if he was still blinking back sleep. “Coyote, everything alright?” he asked looking around.

“No…Um no, there was a fire back at the ranch.” He said lying on his feet. Thinking easily of the fire at Thom’s he could use as a cover even if the time line wouldn’t match up. He figured it would never get back to Russell anyways. The manager looked concerned. “It’s nothing big, a small one thank god, no one hurt, but I really should get out there, I know we only have the exhibit at the end of the week so I was just going to head home now. Would that be too much of a pain for ya’ll to handle?”

Russell cleared the sleep from his eyes with his hand “Yeah, yeah I can handle it no problem. Take care, hope it’s as small as you say.” He said and headed back to his bed.

Coyote made one more stop, saying farewell to Poncho in his trailer, before he headed towards the nearest portal in the woods, which was still pretty far, and Coyote had to be careful no one saw him as he slipped into the woods and transformed, having to sprint as fast as he could to reach the portal before daylight. He was glad he had the foresight to try and keep his motorcycle as close to him as possible, as the only other way he could have gotten there was to fly back home and then race to her, and he wasn’t sure he could stand being on a plane the way he was feeling. All cooped up without being able to run or move, or do anything. It would have been torture, not like the past few weeks hadn’t been. The time away from Sasuga had been harder than he’d like to admit, and he already knew he would never plan on being away from her like this again. All the time away from her he had felt like pulling his skin off. He had helped Thom around her house before he left, and at the rodeo he did more of the manual work than anyone really wanted him to. He ran Poncho as often as he felt he could without causing the poor animal too much strain, and then would run laps as fast as he could as long as he could well into the night. But it was never enough, the women that tried to greet him as soon as he stepped out of the rodeo corral still enticed him to the point he had to nearly run back to his RV. All that hair, perfume, and how the hell where they making such good bras now adays? Though he was sure that some of breasts out there weren’t only held up by a bra but maybe some type of surgery, that didn’t sway him away any. Then the fact that in some of the more populous areas there were actual demon women in the crowds, and those he really had to avoid. He was sure they’d sense something about him, and he was doing his best to be incognito. Luckily his prior years of fooling around with plenty of the women at these things rarely had any of his crew spotting him being social, so now that he was hiding out on his own it went unnoticed. Coyote tried to run himself ragged, exercise, the rodeo, his variety of plants and a few sex toys paired unironically with the body pillow he had snuck on board, none of it had done the exact trick. Which had then led him to call Shishi. It had been a long shot, but it didn’t take much convincing getting him to come out to see him in secret, even if he was a bit miffed at having to mostly stay hidden at the events. Coyote let him have the pass into where the wives or girlfriend’s normally sat, and he posed in his refinery during the events when it fancied him. It had helped tire him out, but he still hadn’t been getting enoug

He thought he could remain out here for the full month, and they had gotten so close, it was almost silly to run now. But after the dream with her and Simon he just couldn’t deny the ache he felt for his mate any longer and he had to find his way back to her. Dawn was just about to break as he reached the portal and he wasted no time heading through it and heading towards where he had hidden his bike. He felt like a dog that had gotten a scent, and he wasn’t going to rest until he got to her. **** Four days later still hours from dawn, Coyote stashed the bike behind the hotel, barely taking care to hide it, and stumbled into the lobby. He had all the faith in the world that Sasuga was still in the tournament, and held the most hope that meant she was still in the hotel room that he had the key stashed for. He limped into the lobby where the clerk paled at the site of him. “Sir….” He said rushing around the desk and towards him. “Do you need a medic?” he asked looking him over.

Coyote didn’t waste the energy to speak to him and only shook his head as he stumbled forward before catching his balance again. He knew what he looked like, but wasn’t stopped as it was clear the clerk in his pristine uniform was afraid to touch him at all.

“Is there someone I can call?” he said walking along side him as Coyote shuffled to the elevator, bracing himself against the lobby wall and causing a smear of blood to press into the wall paper.

Coyote considered it for a moment, but shook his head again. If Sasuga was still in the tournament this late in the game there was a chance she was injured as well, and he wanted her to save her strength for fighting. He’d be okay. He just needed a shower, some stitches, and her.

The clerk did not follow him into the elevator, being the main hotel for the tournament he was surely not the only injured guest they received, and he retreated back to their desk, probably to call for maintenance to clean up whatever other mess Coyote had left behind him. He leaned against the wall as it started it’s ascension toward the upper floors, again leaving a smear of dirt and blood where his shoulder braced himself. A few droplets of blood dripping from somewhere onto the floor. It seemed to take forever for the elevator to reach it’s destination, the doors pausing once as a couple was about to get on, but after seeing him let him go on without a question. Coyote almost passed out, unsure if it was from blood loss or exhaustion, but the dinging and wooshing of the doors riled him, and he staggered out into the hallway. Knowing he was so close to Sasuga spurred him on, and he was relieved to find that the card key still worked. He let himself into the hotel room, finding it dark and quiet and he did his best to move with stealth into the bathroom. He passed the bed and spotted Sasuga sleeping peacefully by herself, he was grateful for this because with the rage that was still somewhat in his veins if he had found Simon with her he might have taken a regrettable action. In that moment iat took everything in him to not simply cover her with himself, though with how dirty he was he knew it would only concern her more. There was blood in his mouth and under his fingernails, matting his hair down and sticking to his hat. Better to clean himself up first, and he shut the bathroom door behind him before turning on the light.

He did his best not to look at himself in the mirror, but finding it a necessity to assess some of the damage. If he had made it this far like this it couldn’t have been too bad. Still he was in rough shape. Not only was his face cut, bruised, and swollen, but he had also lost enough weight that he appeared gaunt under the torn and dirty clothes he wore. He slowly undressed, assessing each wound, fresh bruises forming on top of old ones, some cuts that were still bleeding every time he moved, gashes that would no doubt need to be closed up. He hissed as some of the clothing stuck to him where blood had dried, let his effects fall to the floor, his gun empty and tucked back in his holster, and stepped into the shower letting the water strike at his feet until it was warm enough to step into. He braced himself against the wall, letting it flow over his hair and down his back, feeling the sense of relief start to fill him as well. He had made it, he was close to resting, and he was close to his mate, that was all he could ask for right now.

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Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?

School Days

Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.

Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.

Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think

Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader

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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.

Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.

You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.

At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.

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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.

When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.

When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.

"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.

"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.

God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.

"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.

Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.

He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.

"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.

Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.

"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."

Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.

He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."

"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.

"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"

"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.

But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.

When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.

"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."

Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.

Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.

"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.

"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.

The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?

"Mr. Rogers-"

"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."

"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."

"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.

"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."

You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.

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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.

Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.

They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.

As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.

You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.

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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.

It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?

"Need some help little one?" He hummed.

"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.

"No need to be nasty."

You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.

"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.

Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.

"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.

"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."

He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.

Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.

Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."

"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."

You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.

"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.

Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.

His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.

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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.

"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.

"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.

You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.

"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.

"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.

"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.

He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.

"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.

"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.

He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.

"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."

Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.

"I think you forgot something."

You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.

"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.

"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.

You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.

You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.

"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.

"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.

"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.

"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"

Fit?

Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.

"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.

Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.

He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.

You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.

"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.

"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."

The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.

Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.

"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "

You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.

You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.

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#dark steve x reader #dark steve x black reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve x black!reader #black writer

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