hey. if youre reading this. im proud of you. and i love you. and i hope youre doing well

Sleeping together is normal.

You’ve shared beds before like this. Slept beneath the stars with nothing but rubble at your feet, and itchy grass at your backs. But tonight is unlike any other night you’ve spent together. It feels different. As if the air is charged with electricity and something heady in between.

In the back of your tangled mind, you knew admitting your secret desires over a harmless game of 21 Questions would pique his interest. Hells, you had prayed it would. Maybe tonight would be the night that he held you a little tighter, kissed that sensitive spot behind your ear, and acted on the subtle hints he tossed your way.

You can dream.

The silence that stretches between you is unnerving.

Your heart pounds in your ears, your fingers aching with the need to touch. Your sleepiness has faded into the background, replaced by anxiety welling in your gut. It would take nothing to lean up onto your elbows, conquer the space between your mouths, and just—

Ugh! What if you’ve misread the room? What if he only sees you as a friend?

Through the dimness blanketing the room, Astarion’s gaze searches through yours. A beautiful maelstrom of emotions swimming beneath them, looking for something. An indication of discomfort. A plea for him to stay. A silent demand for him to piss off. Anything. He doesn’t press, though his head screams for him to weasel a confession out of you.

When you do not speak, a wistful smile rounds Astarion’s lips. Your silence serves as his answer. He lifts himself from your bedside, turning away towards the entryway. Offers a somber goodnight, darling over his shoulder, but—

Your hand encircling his wrist halts his retreat. He’s wide-eyed when he looks back at you, his voice corked in his throat. You tug again, your gaze averted, and the warmth of bashfulness explodes like solar flares beneath your skin.

Look at you, acting all shy as if he hasn’t seen you bleed.

Astarion moves on autopilot, kneeling again beside you, enraptured by your touch. His mouth quivers with a question; brows furrowed with compassion.

Say the word. Say it. Just—

You beat him to the punch. Release his hand, mournful of the loss of his cool veins dancing beneath your fingertips. You peer down at the wrinkled comforter, fiddling with some frayed threads at its corner. Your saliva scorches your throat as you swallow thickly, willing your vocal cords to work.

“You know I’m afraid of the dark,” you rumble, voice rivaled by the soft wind outside.

It isn’t a complete lie. You’ve always squeezed Astarion a little tighter when the candlelight dwindled—curled up into his side with the blanket pulled over your head, succumbing to the security he provided, fearful of the things that went bump in the night. Like he didn’t once live amongst them. 

It clicks in his mind like the hammer of a revolver slamming forward. He tastes the subtle undercurrents of your timbre. Feels relief coating his rib cage at your plea for his company.

Stay.

Astarion snorts. Smiles, something boyish and genuine, the bulk of his hand swallowing up your wrist. He draws your gaze to him, his teeth shining through the muted light.

“Is that your way of asking me to stay?”

His tone is disarming. Causes your shoulders to drop from your ears and your jaws to unclench. A smirk cants the corner of your lips. Though adrenaline flows through your extremities like liquid fire, you entertain his cheekiness.

“Maybe.”

He peels back the comforter before you can react. The bed croaks beneath his weight, and you shimmy towards the wall to allow him space. Your feet brush, the sensation setting your nerves alight. In your peripheral, Astarion grins. A lithe mass of sinewy muscle and protectiveness looming on the opposite side of the bed.

He makes no move to do anything further. Always a gentleman despite your bodies crying out for each other. Despite his fingers twitching in his lap, and the longing coloring your eyes.

Just…fucking touch me already.

Time eases by like this. Astarion beside you, recounting old memories from adventures long ago. And you both laugh a little. Gradually scoot closer until the moon sits high in the sky, and exhaustion clings to the bags beneath your eyes. You use that as an excuse to snuggle up to him. Though you rarely need a reason to. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer, and the comforter up to your chin. He makes you feel safe. He always does. Always has.

Without thinking, you twine your fingers together. Test the waters, searching his eyes for any signs of discomfort. When he doesn’t say anything, you’re emboldened to bring his hand to your lips and you kiss his knuckles. He stiffens, breath hitches, mouth hangs slightly open. Gradually relaxes little by little. Looks at you with uncertainty in his eyes, as if he’s ready to dive off that cliff with you if you’ll allow him to. You try again, your lashes fluttering. The wine’s long settled in your system. It’s all instinct urging you forward now.

He brings your hand to his mouth to pay the same homage. And then he’s kissing up your wrist, forearm, further still…can’t help himself, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Lids shutter while his lips seal to yours in a kiss. Slow at first. Gentle because he doesn’t want to scare you off. But he’s waited so long for this. You both have. So pardon him for being a little overzealous. A little swept up in the moment.

You pull away, intoxicated by his earthy scent and the plushness of his lips. Study him, drunk off the feel of him and the soft breaths fanning across your skin.

You kiss again. A little more confident this time. A little more eager. He cups your jaw. Drags you down onto the bed beneath him, mouth slanting possessively over yours, fangs gnashing against your teeth. It’s like a dream. Your hair puddles around you on the pillow. You’re holding his palms to your cheeks, brows pinched, afraid that if he lets go, the dream will shatter. But you’re not dreaming this time. The hoarse, agonized groan he pushes between your lips is proof of it.

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"i'm not feeling human, i think he's a good guy"

summary | "i cry in his bathroom, he turns off the big light. i'm being the cool girl, i'm keeping it so tight."

pairing | eddie munson x fem!reader (no description)

wc | 1,303

warnings | angst, hurt no comfort, reader has a savior complex, eddie munson isn't a good boyfriend, one-sided relationship, but they are dating.

a/n | i needed to write this extremely badly. the way i needed to get this fucking fic off my chest. i also made a playlist of songs i listened to while i wrote/edited this. you can find it here, if you're ever not feeling human.

--

you shrug off the heavy lump that is your boyfriend on to your shared bed.

"i got him," you smile at steve, who lingers in the doorway.

a quizzical eyebrow raises in response. "you sure?"

"hardest part is only getting him up the stairs," you assure him, waving him off. "c'mon, let me walk you out."

steve nods, allowing you to walk him to the door. "he gonna be okay?"

"he'll be fine, just needs to sleep it off," you promise, patting steve's back.

he turns to face you, eyes staring at you intently. "are you going to be okay?"

it's not the question that stops your heart, it's the sincerity in his eyes. the way he's looking at you, the way he's searching for something.

"i'm great, just a bit sleepy."

it's a lie. he knows it and you know it.

he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead and his lips linger for just a second too long. you don't pull away until he does.

"goodnight," he whispers.

you don't trust your voice to say it back.

when the door is tightly locked behind him, you make your way back to eddie.

you peel off his sneakers as he mutters to you, mostly incoherent until he gathers his slurred thoughts into sentences.

"had so much fun tonight."

tonight consisted of eddie getting crossfaded, celebrating his success with his bandmates, and then the entire bar. tonight consisted of soda and conversation with steve as you watched eddie laugh with women across the bar.

a little bit of light fun, but at least he comes home with you.

"'m glad, baby," you grimace.

tonight happened every other week for the last 8 months.

you lugging a drunk or faded eddie home after he made an achievement.

as corroded coffin got more attention, there was more to celebrate. the bar they played at was getting crowded, their first song played on the radio, them getting picked by a manager and most recently, playing at larger and larger venues.

it wouldn't be long until they had a record deal with international tours.

it's selfish but you wish you knew where all this left you.

once you've shimmied him out of his pants, he falls asleep soundly.

exhaustion wears on your bones as you move into the bathroom. it's been a long fucking day. eddie quit his job as the band starting taking off, leaving you as the only one working to pay the bills, to keep the lights on, to pay for the gas in the van that eddie drives to venues.

he promised it would all be worth it once they made it big.

you have to believe him.

in the shower, while eddie snores in bed, you let the water run over your face as you try to contain the shattering feeling inside you.

even as you dry off, you stay in the bathroom, sitting on the closed toilet seat as you break into pieces.

you're usually so much better than this, you haven't cried in months, but sometimes it'll claw it's way to the surface. remnants of the girl eddie fell in love with. the one who cares too much and feels everything. the one who cried the time her boyfriend forgot her birthday.

but you're not that girl anymore. those things don't hurt now.

even so, you sniffle quietly in the bathroom and you jump when the door opens and a bleary eddie shuffles in, muttering something about needing to piss. moving to the wall, you watch as he uses the bathroom, washes his hands, and mindlessly flicks the light off.

you call out his name, but he grumbles something that's not an apology. he doesn't come back to turn the light on.

this is the cycle. wash, rinse, and repeat.

but you don't remember when your relationship became this.

it was so hard to explain because eddie wasn't a terrible person. not cruel or hateful. he just didn't consider you.

not when he made plans to play at venues far from home. not when he got drunk and needed to be picked up late at night. not when women slipped their numbers into his pocket. even if they were never used, still folded in his pocket when you washed his jeans.

he didn't consider you.

not as his girlfriend.

not as a human.

even when you slinked around in his t-shirts, trying to cling to him while he pried himself off.

he was everything to you. and you still didn't know what you were to him.

what you do know is you love him. you love eddie enough that it doesn't matter if he loves you back right now.

maybe he could do it later.

if he has time.

and as it would turn out he didn't.

he came home, bouncing off the walls about how inevitable happened.

there was a record label in los angeles that heard of a growing metal band from the midwest. they wanted to fly them out and before you knew it eddie was pecking your lips as you dropped him off at the airport.

you watched jeff's girlfriend go with them, tucked under her boyfriend's arm.

eddie insisted you stay home, swore he would be home to celebrate his accomplishment in a couple of days,

in a couple of weeks,

in a month or so.

"i don't think, uh, i'm--"

"you're not coming home," you finish, saying the words yourself. because even in the difficult moments, you're still saving eddie, still doing the hard things. still carrying him.

you're still cracking yourself open and giving him something he doesn't deserve from you.

still filling in his blanks.

"yeah, things are big for us now! i mean, we're signing deals and we'll be recording singles and i just can't come home right now. but don't worry about my stuff, i'll just buy some things while i'm out here," he promises. "and dustin and mike are taking good care of DND, so that's all good."

he doesn't apologize. nor does he ask if you're okay.

he just doesn't consider you.

he doesn't consider you when the local paper prints a picture of him and supermodel, hands interlocked on rodeo drive.

you shrug when people ask you about it. still protecting eddie, promising that the breakup was amiable, and you're still good friends.

because eddie is still a good guy. he calls dustin and mike every month, sometimes more. sends money home to wayne, who doesn't want to move out of hawkins, even buys him a house eventually.

he's the guy who stays to take pictures with fans outside of his hotel. the one who signs autographs until his hand cramps. the guy who gives away his guitar picks after shows. the one who shows up for everyone all the time.

he's still the guy who hasn't called since the last time you talked. the guy who hasn't written you a letter or even left a message with dustin for you. the guy who didn't even ask how you're doing.

the guy who's never asked. he's never needed to.

you've always been okay.

eddie made his home inside you and he never cleaned up. not even while he lived there. he made a mess, left his clothes on the bed, and let the dishes pile up in the sink and then he left the front door open.

he didn't bother to say goodbye.

not in this life, but perhaps the next.

--

years later, after he starts seeing a therapist, eddie writes a letter to you.

a detailed apology, an acknowledgment of everything he did and should have done better, a request for a second chance, a plea to let him love you right.

a week later he gets mail.

his letter, unopened,

[return to sender.]

part v: non-refundable || calum hood

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: swearing, slightly sexual towards the end, calum hood x she/her reader

a/n: not the strongest chapter, but i promise shit gets juicy after this, bare with me! hope u enjoy

Having this hotel booked quite some time ago, it was no surprise to the pair that there was only one bed. Were they disappointed? No. But they’d never tell each other that. 

Y/N had quickly changed into pajamas and cleaned up before crawling into bed, laying beside a very sleepy Calum. “Food coma?” She asks him, rolling on her side so that she could face him. “So tired,” Calum nods in response, starting to get under the covers before Y/N stops him.

“No. You’re wearing outside clothes. And you just ate. Brush your teeth. Change.” She scolds him, making Calum lazily get up from the bed and trudge towards the bathroom. “Okay, boss.” He murmurs, shutting the bathroom door behind him. 

As Y/N’s laying in bed alone, she realizes that she herself is extremely tired as well. Comfortable in her position, she brings the covers up to her chin and closes her eyes. She’s so close to falling asleep, until- 

“You gonna move from the middle of the bed for me or what?” Calum’s voice fills the bedroom, causing Y/N to open her eyes and groan at the sight of her ex, standing at the edge of the bed. “I was so comfy.” 

“So was I, but I got forced out of it by somebody in this room. Move it, missy.” He sarcastically scolds the sleepy girl beside him, resulting in her groaning at him and slowly shifting towards the right side of the bed. Calum happily crawls in, the two of them laying on their backs as the only light illuminating their room is the dimly lit lamp to the side of Y/N.

The room’s quiet, the only thing you could hear being their breaths getting heavier as they entered their well deserved sleep. “Goodnight, Cal.” Y/N softly says, turning to her side to face the man beside her. “Night, Y/N. Sleep well.” 

As Calum turns the lamp light off and gets comfy in the king sized bed, Y/N touches his arm softly and whispers. “Let’s not make this awkward. I’m still me, and you’re still you. We’ll be fine.” 

His breath hitches at the sound of her words, grabbing her hand softly and squeezing it. “Yeah, we’ll be fine.” He responds.

He hopes that she’s right.

–

“Get your heavy ass arm off of me,” is the first thing Y/N groans out, as she takes Calum’s arm and swings across his body. Cal had a solid sleep, Y/N uncomfortably waking up to his forearm pressed onto her eyes and nose. 

Calum shakes himself awake, wondering what the hell that sudden force was. He looks to his right and sees a very annoyed Y/N, frowning as she rubs her eyes and gets up. “What happened?” He asks confusedly, sitting up on the bed. “You happened!” She exclaims half mad. “Woke up to your dumbass arm suffocating me.” Calum chuckles at her state of annoyance, as he follows her into the bathroom to get ready for the day. “I’m about to shower, why are you coming in?” Y/N asks suspiciously, reaching for a towel on the rack. He groans at her, asking “Can I go first? We both know you take an atrocious amount of time to get ready. I’ll be quick, I promise.” 

“Ha, funny.. No. Get the fuck out.” Y/N blatantly responds, laughing as she gives him a light shove out of the bathroom and closing the door immediately, locking it. “Asshole!” He exclaims, chuckling as he falls back on the bed, thankful for the extra rest time he gets, at least. 

At least forty-five minutes go by with Y/N still in the washroom. Calum huffs, getting up from his laid out position on the bed and banging on the bathroom door. “What the hell is taking so long?!” 

Y/N swings the door open, revealing herself in nothing but a towel, her hair still damp as dots of foundation are planted all over her face. “I’m not done yet!” She responds, about to close the door on him once again. “Can I take my damn shower? You can stay in here, just let me use the bathroom too.” He groans, taking his palms together and practically begging her to let him in. Y/N rolls her eyes, opening the door wider for him. “Fine. But no shower singing.” 

“No promises, funny gal.”

Calum takes a good fifteen minutes to fully wash himself, and as for Y/N, she’s still only on her blush and bronzer for her makeup routine. She hears the shower turn off which doesn’t think too much of, but when she makes eye contact with the naked man beside her in the mirror, she yelps and drops her makeup brush. “Calum! Why did you open the shower curtain?!” 

“What, you expected me to stay in here until you were done? I have to get ready too!” His wet, still naked body steps out of the shower onto the mat beneath him, water dripping from his hair as he reaches for a towel on the empty rack. “Y/N. I need a towel.” 

Y/N sheepishly looks down at the towel she’s still wearing, scoping out the situation and now realizing that the both of them are practically naked, one piece of cloth being the only thing covering her bare body. “I’ll get another one from the closet,” She embarrassingly mutters, walking out of the bathroom for a brief moment to grab him one. Y/N hurriedly passes Calum the towel, staring a little too long at his lower half.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” He smirks at her, wrapping the towel around his waist. She scoffs at him, looking at him with wide eyes. “Too soon, man,” She responds, as she sets her face with her setting spray, turning to Calum and giving him a small spritz of it as well. “Hey!” He shakes his head, shocked by the sudden mist of water. “Not my fault you were eyeing me.” 

“Your literal cock was out. If it was any other man, I would have done the same thing.” Y/N tells him, moving to the side of the counter to give him space, so that he could blow dry his hair. “Okay but answer this honestly.. Does it look like anything has changed about me?” 

“Shut up, Cal!” 

– 

“So what is the plan today?” Calum asks Y/N as she finally is finished getting ready. Calum had gotten ready later than her, yet managed to finish about thirty minutes before she did. Typical Y/N behaviour, and Calum’s used to it. He takes a look at her outfit, which consists of a black sports bra and baby blue biker shorts. “Today, we are hiking!” She excitedly responds, pulling out her phone and taking a seat next to him to show him the photos of the potential trails they could go on. “So this one’s called Mount Koubou. It takes like two and a half hours, and hikers said that once you reach the top, you can see Mount Fuji,” She tells him, as he takes her phone and scrolls through the various photos “It’s cherry blossom season too, so it will be extra pretty for photos! And here’s the other one, this one’s called Nokogiriyama. This one takes around four hours, and there’s like some super steep steps but we end up super high up. Up to you.” 

“Definitely Mount Koubou. I’m extremely out of shape,” He responds, laughing as he passes her phone back. “Well, it looks like I need to change.” Y/N takes a look at his outfit compared to hers, knowing that his black button up shirt and black jeans will come back to bite him in the ass if he doesn’t change his outfit. “Did I even pack any hiking clothes? I didn’t know we were gonna be doing this shit.” Calum rummages through his suitcase, only finding a pair of athletic shorts. “Here, take this,” Y/N tosses him one of her oversized band tees that was meant for her pajamas. “Either that, or you can take one of my sports bras. Your choice.” She giggles as he walks into the bathroom. “Pajama tee will do very well, thank you very much.” He responds sarcastically.

They make their way down to the hotel lobby and walk outside towards the nearest taxi once Calum finishes changing his clothes. She briefly tells the taxi driver their destination, and the driver closes the partition and begins to make his way there. “Why did you wear makeup on a hike?” Calum asks her, almost out of nowhere. “Well, I have to look good for the photos! Oh by the way, you are going to be my photographer today, thank you very much.” 

“Since when did I agree to this?” He sassily replies, shooting Y/N a look. “Since I said so. Don’t worry, I’ll take some for you too! There was this photo I saw on Instagram that I wanna recreate, it’s like where these stairs are and there’s cherry blossoms everywhere. Apparently it looks nicer in the evening because these lanterns light up, but knowing us we’ll probably get lost and it’ll be super dark and scary by the time we finish. Also, there’s an alternate path we can take and…”

Calum’s barely paying attention to what she says. He’s stunned really, absolutely stunned. Maybe it’s the way how she looks fucking astonishing in anything she wears, unable to take his eyes off of her. Maybe it’s the way how he could never get tired of listening to her soothing voice, wanting to hear every fucking thought that leaves her mind. Or, maybe it’s the way she’s acting so perfectly normal, as if this was a normal trip with one of her good friends. Calum feels like his heart hadn’t stopped beating irregularly from the moment they arrived at the airport, and if she feels the same way as him too, she’s damn good at hiding it. 

“But if you don’t want to take the other route, that’s fine. I know it takes longer and - Cal? Hello?” She waves her hand in his face, causing him to shake out of his trance. “Sorry, alternate route, yeah?” 

– 

Three and a half hours later, Calum and Y/N make their way back to their hotel. It’s not too late in the day, only being eight o’clock, so they decide to make a quick pit stop for some food in the area. 

“Fuck, sushi just hits so different here,” She moans in contentment, picking up another piece of salmon sashimi. “I know it like, originates here and shit, but holy fuck, they put something in this.” Calum compliments the food sitting in front of him, his mouth stuffed with various rolls.

"The photos turned out so nice!" Y/N pauses for a moment at her dinner, taking her phone out and showing the hundreds of photos of her and Calum both. "I'll definitely be posting some of those. They look sick as fuck. You were right, the cherry blossom stair scenery was beautiful." He tells her, briefly swiping through the different photos of their hike.

"And the photos of Mount Fuji once we hit the top of the mountain! It literally looked like we could walk over towards it. I think we could hike up it if we really wanted to." She responds, shrugging her shoulders. "You think that we, Calum and Y/N, can climb up the entirety of Mount fucking Fuji?" He scoffs and laughs at her statement.

"Yeah, maybe not.. you were kind of gassed by the end of it. You were right, out of shape you are, indeed." She jokes around with him, resulting in him scoffing and jokingly putting a hand on his heart. "How rude!" The both of them laugh, continuing to munch on their dinner.

“So, what are we doing after this? We just gonna chill for the rest of the night at the hotel?” Y/N asks, before putting a piece of chicken karaage in her mouth. 

“I don’t know about you, but I would love to let loose tonight. After today, I think us ending up here calls for a celebration.”

“You wanna gain back all those calories we burned on that hike earlier today?”

“Who gives a fuck? We’re on vacation, Y/N!”

“You’re right. Let’s fucking do it.” 

A few hours and one too many drinks later, here the pair are, in the centre of the nightclub’s dance floor, Calum’s hands firmly gripping her waist and Y/N’s arms loosely wrapped around his neck, as The Weeknd’s Die For You blares through the background speakers. They’re having a good time, and even though they’re both not in the right headspace, they know that they won’t be regretting this night the morning after. Neither of them could admit that to the other, though. Not just yet. 

“The distance and the time between us, it will never change my mind, cause baby I would die for you!” Y/N happily sings along to the song as Calum laughs at her drunken state, swaying their bodies back and forth, then grabbing one of her hands and spinning her around. 

As the bridge approaches and the song slows down, Calum doesn’t know what’s taken over him. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or the absolutely stunning little black dress she’s wearing that looks like it’s made specifically for her, but the scenario he’s currently in is starting a pit of fire in his chest. He lowers his hands from where they were previously placed on her hips, now resting on the sides of her butt. He lowers his head so his lips just reach her ear, whisper-singing the words “I would die for you, I would lie for you, keep it real with you, I would kill for you, my baby,” into her ear.

Y/N’s grasp around Calum tightens, and she accidentally lets a whimper out of her mouth, whispering a quiet “fuck” afterwards. Not only Calum feels it now, but Y/N too, and he’s well aware of it. The liquid courage is doing the most for him, gaining an extreme amount of confidence as he smirks, having no shame in shifting his hand placement once more, giving her butt a light squeeze. “You okay with this?” He asks her in a low voice. She pulls him closer towards her, laying one of her hands on his chest and looking up at him, nodding lightly in response. “Words baby, need em,” He tells her, removing his hands and changing them back to her waist. She groans, taking his hands back and putting them where they were beforehand. “Yes, Calum,” She can barely reply, wanting nothing but his body closer to hers. She starts running her fingers through his curly hair, knowing damn well that that’s one of his weaknesses that she loves doing to him. “God, Y/N, you’re killing me,” Calum groans, moving one of his hands to cup one of her breasts softly, but subtly.

Y/N gasps at the action, grabbing the side of his neck and bringing his ear to her mouth. “Cal?” She asks, softly. “Yeah?”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

–

a/n: i wrote that last little bit to pluto projecter by rex and needless to say the contradicting moods of the song and the scene were... interesting.

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    Jin, shoulderblades pressed against the front of the scuffed yellow couch, looked up from the mess of gun parts on the floor in front of them to discover that Hal had spread a quantity of blueprints around herself and was studying them intently, pen in her teeth. She had a second pen in her hand and reached over several different pages of schematic to scrawl a sloppy question mark over what looked, from the wrong direction, like either a pair of sliding doors or an escalator. Mina had gone to bed, which probably meant Mina had gone to put on her noise-cancelling headphones and text eight people simultaneously about engine specs, but Jin had been too engrossed in oiling gun barrels to have really noticed Mina’s goodnight, other than a faint half a memory, if they really reached for it, of Mina ruffling their hair and saying, goodnight asshole, with that fond and sleepy crook of her mouth that meant she was tapping out. 

   They had sort of forgotten that Hal was still here, engrossed in the ritual of parts and placing. Felt weird, somehow, like they’d missed tightening a part of the gun mechanism or hadn’t noticed the air purifier had kicked on. Almost asked what she was doing, to diffuse the ticking silence, but probably it was only ticking for them, loud and pressing, now that they’d suddenly noticed it was there. And anyway it was just Hal bent over her spread of maps and blueprints, checking exits and entrances again again again, trying to find flaws ahead of time. She’d been doing it off and on for days, like a protection ritual. Maybe it was. 

   Jin went back to cleaning the revolver, which no longer needed the attention. They thought for a minute, like someone had unthinkingly tabbed open the window blinds in their brain, about the night before the last go, when Zarrow had got extremely tipsy off a fizz she’d stolen out of Mina’s workroom minifridge, and had mimed the entire plan, twirling Pross across the floor of the workroom with such giddy zeal that Pross even fucking laughed, and then with her hand still in Proserpine’s had braced her back up against Jin’s in a dizzy parody of their usual gunfights. 

   They sat up, blinking, trying to tear the cobweb of memory off. Hal was looking at them, felt-tips down, so still, arm flung over knees, eyes wide and dark. Jin said, “What the fuck are you looking at me like that for?” and Hal pulled her mouth wry and long and weirdly sad. 

   A beat. And then Hal said, like it was a perfectly ordinary question, “Can I kiss you?” 

   Jin stared, words and thoughts drying up. Their ears were roaring like they’d gone to sit in the engine room. They could see, suddenly, exactly how it would go. How, if they nodded, Hal would close the few feet between them, and the way she would first slide one hand against Jin’s face, thumb skirting the still-tender bone beneath their eye. Jin understood with horrible clarity the way they would turn their face into Hal’s palm, the smell of felt-tip and skin-warmth, how they’d kiss into her hand and shut their eyes. The way Hal, so slowly and so gently, would kiss the thin tissue of their eyelids, first one, then the other, and the bridge of their nose; the way they'd feel the riverbed-lap of her breath, the firm tender warmth of her mouth. How still so gently she’d press her mouth to the corner of Jin’s, and Jin knew the way their mouth would open at the touch, and the long slow breath they’d let out like an uncapped valve, and the way they would at last bite very lightly at Hal’s lip and draw her in and their mouths would align, and she would kiss them and she would kiss them and she would kiss them, Jin’s bony knee hedging her in, her hand skimming their jawline and fingers digging in behind their ear, the way Jin’s hands would stay braced to the floor, wrists white with strain, until Hal’s other hand came up to cup their jaw with too much reverence and they would snake a hand into her hair to tug meanly, hungrily, balance back the energy between them, turn the kiss-- 

   Jin flinched back. “You planning to die tomorrow? What the hell? Since when do we -- that’s dying-tomorrow behaviour. What are you going to do now, pull out your wallet and show me pictures of your grandmother back home? Fucking hell, Goshawk, get some air.” They reached over to cap the bottle of gun oil, crumple up their rag. 

   Hal looked stung, and then embarrassed. “No, I -- never mind.” She stood up, brushing at her trouser legs, leaving the felt-tips and the blueprints on the floor. “Anyway, I’m out. I’m not getting anything else done tonight. Did Kventhe shut down the -- never mind, I’ll do it. Get some sleep, hotshot. Can’t have you going blurry tomorrow.” 

   Jin stared up at her from the floor, knee pulled up. Their mouth tasted like metal. They scrubbed a wrist across their face and then set to reassembling the revolver. “Okay,” they said, light and casual. “All right. Goodnight, detective.” 

   Hal turned crisply on her grey-socked heel, somehow, and went for the door, leaving her collage of schematics behind. Jin watched her shoulderblades move under the black tank and the dark curl of hair at the nape of her neck. The sliding doors swallowed her up. Jin leaned back against the couch, and thought very hard about the way the cheap synthetic upholstery prickled at the skin of their neck like radio static. Every bruise they could remember having ached at once. They shut their eyes. 

“Sleepyhead”

Summary: Bucky doesn’t like to be touched but when you accidentally fall asleep on him one night he realizes he could never get tired of your touch

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!reader

Word count: 1175

Masterlist

Bucky didn't like to be touched. He spent most of his life with others controlling his mind and body, so now that he had freedom he preferred that no one touched him. Everyone respected his choice and never touched him unless told so

Well that was until tonight

It was actually an accident. Movie night at the compound always left you extremely sleepy but this night you couldn't make it back to your bed. You didn't know how or even when but soon enough you were falling asleep with your head resting on Bucky's shoulders.

He tensed at first, surprised at the sudden contact, but he knew you didn't mean to do it, plus your hair smelled like strawberries so he sighed and let it be. If he was being honest, Bucky always had a soft spot for you. You were actually one of the few people that he could have a conversation with without feeling like you were walking on eggshells around him. Although you guys weren’t super close, your friendship always made people wonder if there was something more between you two. Maybe it was that lingering looks he would give you when you weren’t looking. Or maybe it was the way you always put a blanket on him when he fell asleep in random places. 

You spent the entire night with your head on his shoulder and as the movie finished and the others went back to their rooms, Bucky sat still. Frozen and unsure what to do. "Are you going to bed Buck?" Steve asked when he noticed the lack of movement from his best friend

"What am I supposed to do? Is it rude to wake her up?" He asked in a clueless whisper

"you can wake her up or carry her to her room" Steve chuckled as he began walking to his room, "you decided. I'm going to bed. Night buck"

"Goodnight" He whispered looking at your sleeping silhouette beneath your blanket. He bit his lip, slowly getting up and carrying you, making extra sure to not wake you up. 

As he walked down the hall he couldn't help but stare at you. You were cradled in his arms like it was the safest place in the world. A feeling of unfamiliar warmth grew in his chest as he watched sleep. Your bedroom wasn't far, actually it was right next to his, but Bucky had never been in it. He stood outside unsure if he should enter.

"You literally carried her over here Barnes get a grip" he whispered to himself as he reached for the doorknob. He didn’t know how but your room was exactly how he would’ve imagined it. Pictures of you and your friends filling the walls, a large bookshelf that held collections of your favorite novels, as well as an even large bed filled with pillows. The only thing out of place was a small vintage record player in the corner by the windows. Bucky chuckled as he moved to the bed, gently placing you on the soft red sheets. 

He carefully moved your hair out of your face, staring at you for a quick second before getting up to leave. The sound of his feet shuffling on the floor woke you up. You slowly opened your eyes as you looked around the room, wondering how you got there. “Bucky?” You groaned as you spotted him, near the door about to leave. 

He turned around quickly, not expecting you to be awake, “You fell asleep, go back to bed” He whispered. You let out a confused groan as you stretched your arms, “How did I get here?”

Bucky let out a deep breath before walking to the bed, hesitantly sitting on the edge, “You fell asleep on me so I bought you in here. The couch can be very uncomfortable” 

Your eyes widened in embarrassment, “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-” He cut you off with a chuckle, “Don’t worry about it Doll. I don’t mind.” Your heart fluttered in at the nickname. He smiled at you bashful expression, “Alright well I’ll leave you to sleep, Goodnight Doll” 

You watched as he got up from the bed, walking towards the door. “Goodnight Buck” You whispered as he closed the door. As you laid in bed your brain was flooded with thoughts. You had never seen Bucky as anything other than a friend but something about the way he looked in the moonlight that creeped from your windows made you smile bigger than you ever did before. You sighed trying to get some sleep but no matter how much you tossed and turned, sleep wasn’t coming as easy as before.

Bucky surprisingly had the same problem. Every time he closed his eyes, flashes of your face took over. The bed felt empty. It was like now that he knew what it was like to have someone fall asleep next to him, he could never go back. He stared at the ceiling annoyed that he couldn’t sleep. He glanced at the clock by his bedside. 2:10 A.M 

“Fuck it” He said with a deep sigh as he got up, making his way to your room. He wasn’t expecting a reply but still knocked softly. 

You quickly got up, opening the door an inch, “Hi” You whispered, a smiling forming on your face when you realized it was Bucky

“Hi” He smiled, “Um this might so weird but can I-” He paused trying to find the right words, “Do you mind if I-” 

You bit your lip in amusement, “Do you wanna sleep with me?” Your stomach did backflip and the thought. He let out a breath of relief that you knew what he was going to ask, “Yes please”

“Sure’ You nodded your head as you opened the door wider. Nothing was said as you both climbed into the bed, wrapping yourselves in blankets. You could tell Bucky was trying his hardest not to make you uncomfortable, staying on the far side of the bed as he rested his head on your pillow. You turned to your side, catching eye contact with him, “Can we cuddle?” You asked hesitantly, unsure if you were pushing the limits by asking. 

He smiled as he lifted his arm to let you move closer. You quickly moved closer, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “Let me know if you want to stop. I know you don’t like to be touched” You mumbled as you traced the outline of his dog tags. He laughed, “I don’t think I could ever get tired of your touch Doll” 

You lifted your head slightly to look at him. You watched as a soft blush took over his face, “Do you want to go on a date with me?” he asked

You nodded your head, quickly kissing his cheek, “sure but we should probably get some sleep first” You joked as you laid back on his chest. He chuckled, kissing your forehead as you both fell asleep.

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Push Me | KNJ

a/n: yeah I have no idea what I am doing. this is simply nothing. if you are my friends and seeing this, look, don't mind me I'm in a silly goofy mood. excuse my grammar mistakes. this is 18 PLUS !!!

story contains: soft namjoon, personal assistant (more like frustrated person who's about to lose their job) reader, guide masterbation, slight exhibitionist if you squint

after the Seoul concert, you were in the car reading back the messages from your boss, the things that guys needed to do before they rest up for the next concert tomorrow. namjoon saw your facial expression through the barely lit tablet in your hand. "don't stress, we kinda know what we need to work on" he said rubbing your knee, you grab his hand and place it back on his thigh. "I wouldn't have this job now would I if I didn't know what you guys needed for tomorrow's concert"

he rolled his eyes for billionth time that day, he knew you were stubborn and always tried to put your work first before your health. "yeah namjoon, let them do their job" seokjin said leaving small kisses on his sleepy boyfriend's head aka yoongi, who was hissing from the pain of his elbow.

"thank you jinnie, now back-- ah namjoon" you were suddenly hoisted on to his lap, suddenly kissing you hard, making stop in process of getting off his thick thighs. his hand started to wander up your shirt "namjoon, yoongi and seokjin are here with us, place me back on me seat" you angrily whisper to him. "we been knowing you two been having sex, but yes please not in front of us, wait until we get to the hotel" yoongi said inching closer to seokjin's warmth.

the car took a stop, the two couple went out first then you and namjoon, who was a gentleman most of the way. "everyone, please listen to what I have to say, manger will wake us up at seven a.m for morning rehearsals, and exercise. then around the afternoon: sound check plus song list check, run throughs, and voice exercises. and after you have some free time, use it wisely we have a show at eight, please don't do anything stupid, goodnight" you nodded off and walk straight to your room, namjoon never took his eyes off of you.

their manager told them what they needed to do for the night. namjoon, who was in his room, laid back on his bed thinking about you. he knows when your anxiety is high you tend to knit your eyebrows together and start to have an anxiety tic, the one where you nodded your head off for no reason. "fuck" he whisper.

] from: groupchat - seokjin

today it seem like Minseo wasn't feeling their best

] from: groupchat - jimin

yeah they seem extremely anxious or something. did you notice their small tics was more active tonight?

[ to: groupchat - namjoon

I'll go check up on them.

as he sent the text, the tall male walk across the hall to your door. "hey it's joon, I just wanted to check up on you." the door was open, namjoon was taken back by a kiss and a push against the now shut door. "I need you, please relive my stress joon" you beg, he grab your cheek and gently kiss it "what seems to be the problem?" you look down seeing he was already half hard. "my job is at stake, and I need to be perfect. I-I just need you joon, for one more night. "

you two have an agreement, when one is stress or feeling out of it you two can relive each stress. just like how tonight is "how do you know your job is on the line? I thought it was good" namjoon push you, gently, to your bed "they saw us, when you and I were kissing backstage." he lift up your chin "I'm sorry, I'll talk to them. they can't fire you when we are the ones who hired you, plus our ban is lifted what more can they do? fire us? please. now you said you were stress right?, I'll sit on the chair. my pretty love, take off your clothes" you nodded and started to slip of your night wear, the cotton underwear was the only thing left of your body, namjoon loved how natural you were, how beautiful your body can be. he smiled when you knew exactly what he was gonna say.

"my dear, you're so perfect. you do everything well, our perfect assistant. you go by our rules no one else" his thumb was circling around your mouth as you sat on the floor. "sit there and watch" he lean back, undoing the strings of his sweatpants, then letting his girthy penis out of the hidden flab of his boxers. he slowly stroke his half harden cock, watching your every move, he'd be lying if he said he didn't love seeing your eyes sparkle.

his paste got faster, thinking about you always made pump faster, but he couldn't come just yet, he wanted to see you get this way as well. he let go of his meat and pick you up "touch yourself for me, I wanna see you unravel in front of me, I want you to feel that stress get out of you." he said kissing your lips while spreading your legs. "push me pass my limits joon"

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haha.. ha.. h..a

so I know this is very different, I just wanted to try something.

don't give me shit.

All Mine.

Pairing: Andy Barber x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting (damn)

Requested: nope

Summary: Andy Barber has been through a lot. After getting a divorce from his ex-wife, he moves into the house next to the Y/L/Ns. And he has his eyes on Y/N since day one. Little does he know, Y/N likes him too and things get interesting one night.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Before you ask, no, I haven't watched Defending Jacob yet because I do not have the attention span to watch an entire series. So yeah, this has no spoilers. Also, I'm asexual so don't @ me for the smut please and thank you. Enjoy!

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"Good morning, Mr Barber!"

He looked up from his phone and saw his neighbor smiling at him. He grinned back at her, his mood immediately lightening. "Hi, Y/N! How many times have I told you, call me Andy," he chided gently, keeping his phone away. "Okay, okay, just feels a little weird, ya know? Anyway, what are you doing here? You almost never take the bus," Y/N chuckled.

He flashed her another grin, his boyish side automatically coming out. It always happened when she was near. Y/N Y/L/N was Andy Barber's cute neighbor, but the only thing is, she was way, way younger than he was, her parents were just a couple of years older than him. Despite the huge age-gap, Y/N had won his heart. And he didn't mind in the slightest.

"My car broke down yesterday, it's at the auto repair shop. I got no other vehicle," he shrugged. Y/N nodded just as she saw her bus approaching. "Are you getting on this one?" she asked him and he squinted. "Nah, not this one. Are you?" She verbally confirmed a yes and turned to look at him fully. "I'll see you later, Mr Barber, bye!" With that, she waved at him and stepped into the bus.

"Andy!" he mouthed when she sat near the window seat, giggling. "Andy," she repeated, winking at him just as the bus turned around the corner. A laugh involuntarily escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. Oh, what am I gonna do with you, angel? Inside the bus, Y/N had to keep herself from fidgeting, too overstimulated after her conversation with the handsome lawyer.

She had had a crush on him ever since he had moved in next-door. Her parents had immediately invited the lone man to dinner and he had, thankfully, accepted. They had a lot of fun; Andy was a proper gentleman, well-spoken, intelligent and extremely handsome. Y/N got a crush on him on the first day itself. She knew about the things his family had been through, and the thought crushed her.

Can't even imagine, your own child, guilty of murder?

Andy and his ex-wife, Laurie had divorced immediately after their son's trial. It was all months ago, though, Andy was doing much better now. He had Y/N, after all. In his thoughts only, but that would suffice. Because he knew, she'd never fall for him. Why would she? He was much older than her, a divorced man, with a son who got convicted for murder.

But Y/N didn't care about any of those things. She liked the Andy who was her awesome, good looking and smart neighbor. That's all that mattered to her. But then came another problem, Y/N's parents. Would they be okay with her going out with him? Of course not! Y/N sighed and leaned her head against the window of the bus; oh God, what ever was she gonna do?

Andy had ruined all men for her.

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"Come in!"

Looking up, a surprised gasp left the mouths of both; the person inside the office and the person at the door. "Y/N?" Andy blurted out. "Mr Barber?" Y/N blinked as well. "Andy," he corrected incessantly and she waved her arm in dismissal. "Wow, I, uh… I didn't realize— you don't have a name plate outside—" He motioned to the chair in front of him and she sat.

"What happened, darling?"

Y/N unconsciously shivered at the nickname. She loved it when he called her that. "I don't know, my colleague sent me here, she was busy… gave me the address and said there was a file she needed…" Y/N spoke unsurely. Her eyes quickly skimmed over his figure; he had taken off the trenchcoat he was wearing in the morning, leaving him in a tight, white shirt, black trousers and a tie hanging loosely around his neck.

The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Y/N concluded that he looked insanely gorgeous. "Does your colleague happen to be Mrs Renoir? She told me she was coming to get the file." She smiled and nodded at him. "Yes, Mrs Renoir, that's her." Andy smiled back and took out a file from his drawer. "Here you go."

She accepted the file, stowing it away in her bag. "I'll see you!" She moved to get up but Andy tutted, checking his watch. "Why don't you stay, Y/N? It's getting late, we can go home together," he spoke, his eyes soft as he gazed at her. She froze for a moment. "Um, it's fine, I can—" He was shaking his head. "Y/N, if something happens to you, I'll not be able to forgive myself."

What's going on? "Mr Barber—" "Andy." "What do you mean?" He got up from his chair and moved to the couch that was in the room. She sat next to him. "You never stay out this late, Y/N, your parents told me you're usually at home by 8:30. It's almost midnight, and I can't let you venture into the city all alone at this hour. Do you know the dangers that lurk at night?"

Y/N's heart started thudding in her chest. Indeed, this was new to her; and before even meeting with him, she had been scared of roaming the city alone at night. "I don't," she muttered truthfully, looking up when Andy placed his hand on her thigh. "It's okay. You can stay, I just need to go over a few more things and then we can go home, hm?" Y/N grinned and nodded.

Andy lifted his hand off her thigh and went back to his desk. He began scribbling something on a paper, which Y/N realized was a form. After admiring him for a few minutes, she took out her phone and scrolled through her messages. She had already texted her mom about staying out late, and her mother had complained until Y/N told her she was out for business, not fun.

As time passed, Y/N's shoulders sagged. Her eyes drooped, heavy with sleep. "Andy," she whined in a sleepy stupor and his head shot up, "Are you done? I wanna go home!" His dark eyes softened instantly and he chuckled. She looked cute when she was sleepy. "Just a moment, darling, I'm almost finished." Y/N simply groaned and threw her head back against the couch.

"All done."

Y/N opened her eyes and saw Andy fixing his appearance, before shrugging on the coat. Then he turned to her, offering her his hand with a smile. She took it and heaved herself up, stumbling a little but Andy was there to hold her up. Effortlessly wrapping an arm around her waist, he guided her out of his office, switching off the lights and locking the door.

Both of them walked out of the building and Andy got Y/N seated in the passenger seat of his car. "I thought your car was at the auto repair shop?" Y/N remembered. She felt his chuckle next to her ear as he reached over and fastened her seatbelt and then his own. "Went to get it in the afternoon because I realized buses aren't for me." She giggled and leaned back against the seat.

"Why don't you try and fall asleep? I'll wake you up," he whispered, his heart swelling in his chest when she nodded meekly. "Goodnight, Mr Barber." He still corrected her, "Andy." Truth be told, Y/N didn't want to call him Andy because that would only make her feelings worse. If she called him Mr Barber… that was a constant reminder that he was a man much older, a successful lawyer, and just her neighbor.

Nothing else.

"Such a sweet doll." Ever since he heard her whining his name in his office, his mind had clouded over with lust. She sounded so fucking beautiful when she said his name. And suddenly, all he wanted to do was to claim her on his couch. He had controlled himself easily, he knew he had to wait till he had her consent. Which he thought he'd probably never get.

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"Thank you so much, Andy!"

"Oh, it's not a problem at all, Mrs Y/L/N. Y/N is great company and I admit, the house does get a little lonely at times," Andy chuckled as Y/N's mother beamed at him. Y/N was looking down at her feet, clutching the handles of her travel bags. She was going to move in with Andy for a few weeks, since her room was getting renovated. There was no other place in the house.

When Andy heard that, he had instantly offered that she move in with him for the time-being. And Y/N's parents were, surprisingly, ecstatic at the idea. "She can move into the guest bedroom," he had spoken at the time. That's how she ended up here; now following Andy into his house as she yelled her goodbyes to her parents. "Welcome! It isn't much, I hope you like it still."

Y/N looked around in awe. The place was well-kept, the colour theme for almost everything was either beige or brown. It all looked very modern and cool. "Are you kidding? This is awesome!" He chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Let me show you to your room." Both of them walked up the stairs and stopped at the first door. Andy opened the door and another gasp left her lips.

"Wow," she whispered automatically and Andy smiled to himself. "I take it that you like it," he drawled, closing the door behind them as they walked into the room. Y/N kept her luggage on the bed and sat down, swinging her legs. "Thanks for all this, Mr Barber, it's appreciated." He scoffed. "Andy," he rectified, "And it was not a problem at all, Y/N, you're my friend."

A chill ran down her spine. His friend? He considered her to be a friend? "A friend, huh, I'm… I'm honored," she chuckled and he grinned. "I'll leave you be now, get comfortable." He waved at her and left the room, going downstairs to get a glass of water for himself. Y/N spent the rest of the day at her place, only returning at nighttime after dinner.

That's how it went for a week. She'd be at her job most days, would have dinner with her parents at night and then would finally walk into Andy's house to get some sleep. She liked the routine, and so did he. When she wasn't at her job, she'd spend the day in the living room of her own, or rather, her parents' house. Only, something changed a week later.

Andy was running late that day. As he drove home, at nearly 1:30 am, he was sure that he was going to be greeted by a quiet and empty house, Y/N already asleep in her room. She always fell asleep before 11:30, he didn't know how she did it. After parking his car in his garage, he walked into the sitting room only to see Y/N sitting in front of the television. She looked up and swtiched it off when he walked in.

"Mr Barber, hi." Her voice was hoarse. "Y/N? Darling, is everything okay?" he asked worriedly, sitting next to her. The dried tear stains on her cheeks made it clear that she had been crying. "I'm fine," she insisted, in vain. Andy gently cupped her cheeks, running his fingers over the stains. "You've been crying, honey, tell me what happened. I'll make it better," he whispered and Y/N melted against him.

"Um, can I… can I please… can I hug you?"

Without another word, Andy pulled her to him, her head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around her middle. She snuggled into his side. "I just had a bad dream," she mumbled, burying her face in his chest. His arm rose and he delicately cradled her head, massaging her hair with his fingers. Y/N whimpered at the soothing sensation and Andy's heart raced.

"I'm here now, sweetheart, you have nothing to be worried about. I'll protect you, come what may," he uttered softly, almost in a daze. Something inside Y/N stirred deeply when he said those words. She pulled away slightly and he looked down at her, a questioning look on his face. Y/N blushed under his intense stare. "I, um… can I… kiss you?" Her question made Andy's heart beat faster.

Consent? Check.

Gently grabbing her jaw, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, pulling her into his lap. Y/N kissed back just as fervently, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" Andy asked huskily upon pulling away. "How long?" Y/N squeaked. "Ever since I first saw you. You won my heart right there, Y/N, right at that dinner. The moment I saw you, I knew that you had ruined all women for me."

"Same. I mean, I— not women, obviously, I'm not attracted to other women— men, but—" Andy chuckled and kissed her again, cutting off her rambling. "God, I need to feel you, love, why don't we go upstairs?" It turned out to be a rhetorical question as he immediately stood up, easily carrying Y/N up the stairs. Y/N wrapped her legs around his torso.

He placed her down on his bed, in his bedroom and settled between her legs, hungrily kissing down her body. He used his tongue to stimulate her first, pulling orgasm after orgasm after her. She had never had these many orgasms in one night and that wasn't lost on Andy. "No one has ever made you feel this good, right, darling? Only I can do it this good." Y/N whined loudly when his tongue circled her bud.

"Bet those nasty boys your age have never made you feel this way. Worshipped. You're mine, Y/N, only mine. Say it." Y/N was too overwhelmed to respond, only a pathetic "yours" leaving her lips as she came again. For the… third? No, fourth time? She definitely lost count. "You're so fucking gorgeous," Andy moaned as he emerged from between her thighs, his jaw and chin covered in her juices.

He had eaten her out so well, like her a hungry man offered a meal after a long starvation. Like she was his last meal. Y/N blushed at the sight of him, covering her face with her hands. Andy easily shoved the hands aside, leaning in to kiss her. "All mine. Beautiful. Mine, only mine," he grunted possessively and Y/N gasped when she felt something poking her thigh. She looked down and saw him. He was giant.

"It's too big," she blurted out and Andy chuckled, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. "You'll be okay." Grabbing the base of his shaft, he slowly pushed inside of her, giving her time to adjust to his size. Y/N winced at the burn on her hips but when he bottomed out inside her, all the pain was replaced by pleasure. "Fuck, so fucking tight," Andy helplessly groaned, leaning forward and resting his forehead against her shoulder.

"Please, please move." Andy complied, thrusting into her at a slow pace at first but when he was certain she was able to handle it, he sped up. Y/N moaned right into his ear as he nibbled on her neck, leaving behind dark, red marks. Now everyone will know she's taken. The moan fueled his libido and he sped up more, growling deep in his chest.

Y/N's eyes flew open at the animalistic sound and she gripped his shoulders, trying to steady herself as she moved like a rag doll against him and his powerful thrusts. "Scream my name, darling, tell everyone who's making you feel so good. Tell everyone you belong to me and me only. You're mine, all mine. I'm never letting you go," he snarled as he neared his release. "Andy," Y/N screamed shamelessly.

"That's it, doll. Months, for months I've tried to get you to say my name. Is that why you've been avoiding it? Can't help but imagine being under me and moaning my name every time you heard it?" he groaned brusquely and Y/N jerked, her orgasm hitting her unexpectedly. "Yes," she whimpered at his previous comment but Andy couldn't speak. Holy shit, she just squirted all over my bed.

His taut abdomen, his shaft, his thighs and his bed were all drenched. Y/N was lying on the bed, her eyes closed, convulsing as she reeled in from the first-time experience. "Shit, baby, do you see this? You just squirted all over me," Andy laughed breathlessly, leaning over to press his lips to hers. Y/N cocked an eye open as a blush spread across her cheeks.

"I what?! Oh my God, I'm so sorry—"

Andy entered her core with one swift motion, shutting her up. "That was fucking hot, doll, do it again," he urged and resumed his fast pace. Y/N cried out tiredly, her eyes landing on the clock in the corner of the room. It's been an hour?! How much energy does this man have? "Andy, I'm—" He was already close to his release and when she took his name, he was done. He pulled out of her and spilled his seed all over her chest and face, groaning loudly.

Then he spit on his fingers and brought them to her bud, furiously rubbing until she squirted again, right on his face. "Oh my God," Andy groaned, licking up and swallowing all her juices. "Andy, I'm tired…" She couldn't even lift a finger, that's how spent she was.

Andy was a sight. All wet, from top to bottom, covered in her juices, he looked like he had just stepped out of a swimming pool. "Okay, baby girl, get some sleep. I'll take care of you." And he did, he gently cleaned her up as she dozed off, and carried her to her room. He then hopped into the shower for a quick wash, dried himself up, put on some boxers and went to Y/N's room as well.

The bed in his room was… well, let's just say it was done for. He was going to be throwing the mattress out the next day, he knew that. When he walked into her room, his heart melted at the sight of her deep asleep, still naked, curled up on her side. He shut the door behind him and walked towards the bed, easily sliding in next to her. He pulled the covers on top of them and pulled Y/N into his arms, dropping a kiss to her shoulder.

"I love you, angel. So sweet, only mine."

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A/N: This is the first time I've posted smut and a non-marvel fic 😳 I know it's probably not that good but thanks for reading anyway! Leave a like if you enjoyed!

Mega Thread Count Sheets

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 2,395 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Possessive Hotch, Dom/sub, Daddy kink, Masturbation, Come marking, Unprotected sex, Manhandling, Rough sex, Breeding kink, Dirty talk, Established relationship, This really got away from me Summary: Aaron and his girlfriend spend the night at Rossi's after a family dinner, and some of her comments earn both discipline and reward. (+Hotch calling the reader 'pet' rights.) Link to A03 or read below! It’s Friday night, and everyone gathers at Rossi’s for a family dinner—it’s homemade gnocchi, so good she could inhale her plateful and Aaron’s too, and the wine is flowing, funny stories are being told. After dinner, she sinks against Aaron on the sofa, warm, happy, laughing at JJ’s high school antics; they aren’t drunk, but cozy and sleepy enough that when it’s time to leave, neither of them really want to drive home.

“You can stay here if you want; I’ve got plenty of space,” Rossi says, and she’s not sure, because she’s wearing a short little sundress, has been teasing Aaron pretty hard tonight, and she imagines he’s got some plans for them when they get home.

“Okay; thanks, Dave,” he says, surprising her, and he excuses himself for the restroom while Rossi goes to get everything set up. Aaron returns before Rossi, and she leans up to give him a kiss.

“He’s putting us up in a guest room in the other wing. The other wing. He’s so rich he’s got wings, what the hell.” She wraps her arms around Aaron’s midsection, hugs him close. “The absurdity of that aside, if we’re in the other wing, that means we’ll be far enough away that he can’t hear us… if we were to do something noisy, that is.” He leans down for a soft kiss; she knows he won’t give her more than that, since Rossi is still nearby.

“Are you planning to be noisy?” he whispers, and she looks down at his lips, briefly, and back up to his eyes.

“Aren’t I always?” He looks at her like he wants to devour her, and she’s totally on board with that plan, but then Rossi strides in and they both pull apart. He points them to their room, down the hall, third door on the left, and then says goodnight, heads down the opposite hallway to his bedroom.

She and Aaron walk down the hall, passing paintings and artful knick-knacks that probably cost more than her car. “He made all this money writing books?”

“He sure as hell didn’t make it at the FBI,” Aaron says with a chuckle, and she whistles.

“Damn, I need to start writing books. Maybe like a Fifty Shades type thing, about you and me.” She makes her voice breathy and low and ridiculous. “He’s my super hot superior, and I know it’s wrong, but just thinking about getting on my knees for him makes my innocent cunt quiver with anticipation.” He glances over at her with his eyebrows raised.

“I can make your cunt quiver.” She grins.

“I know you can.”

When they enter the room, it’s gorgeous, if a little extravagant, made up in gold and cream and crimson, like something in a castle and not a place just outside DC. She brushes her hand over the pillows, because they look soft, and then she pulls back the corner of the blanket, slips between the sheets, still fully dressed.

“Oh my god, these have to have a thread count of like, two million,” she says, wiggling her bare thighs back and forth against them. Aaron huffs.

“I buy us high thread count sheets.”

“But do you buy us ultra high thread count sheets?” she asks, still wiggling. “Mega high thread count? I think these are mega high thread count.” He sits down beside her, runs his hand over the sheets, frowns.

“They’re not that nice. They probably aren’t even Egyptian cotton, and you love the Egyptian cotton,” he counters. He sounds a little... off. It makes her wonder what’s on his mind.

“No, they’re probably like… Roman cotton, or Calabrian cotton. Something super Italian and decadent.” She arches her eyebrows, and he pulls back the blanket and sheet, so he’s presented with her body; he kneels around her legs, hands on her waist. Her breath picks up.

“Naughty girl. Are you trying to make daddy feel bad? Like he doesn’t fucking spoil you enough already?” He takes her wrists in one of his hands and pins them above her head, pushes up her dress over her hips with the other. He sighs deeply, closes his eyes briefly. “You’re not wearing panties, pet.”

She licks her lips. She’d actually forgotten all about that. “I took them off earlier.”

“When? Why?” he asks, eyes stern and making her squirmy. She resists against him a little, just for the fun of it, and he holds her tighter.

“Before we left home. They were wet, daddy.” He leans in, hovers over her and moves her dress up further, bares her tits. She licks her lips again.

“Oh? Why were they wet?”

“Because I love you,” she purrs, and he catches her jaw in his hand, presses a crushing kiss to her lips. She groans into it, tries to roll her hips, but his knees on either side of her don’t allow it. “Daddy.”

“No. You mean to tell me my little pet was walking around here all evening with no panties on? In that little dress?” He takes his hands off her, and she pulls her wrists down, but he grabs them up again, shoves them over her head, and barks, “stay.”

He opens his belt, his fly, takes out his cock and then covers her wrists again; he tightens his knees around her hips, she can feel them digging in, and starts stroking himself, staring down at her face.

“Naughty little thing, prancing around here with a bare pussy. Don’t you know you belong to daddy? Don’t you know this pussy belongs to daddy?” He leans in so he can rub the head between her soaked lips, and again, she wants to buck up for more, but he won’t allow it. “You’re not coming, I’m coming. I’m coming all over what’s mine. And then, when I’m ready for more, I’m going to hold you down and use you, naughty pet, and if you’re good for me up until then maybe I’ll let you get off. Understand?”

She whimpers, struggles, but ultimately nods.

“Yes, daddy.”

He jerks his cock smoothly but quickly, wants to come fast, but he pauses to take her dress off completely, and then his own clothes; he probably realized these were the only clothes they have here, and doing a morning walk of shame covered in come stains is not a great look.

As soon as they’re naked, though, he grabs her wrists again, gets his knees on either side of her so she can’t move, and strokes his cock again. He’s watching her, his eyes set and focused on her face, and she’s watching him, his mouth and his hand and his thick dick disappearing inside his fist.

“You don’t like it when I don’t let you come, do you, pet? You don’t like it when I don’t let you touch me.” She perks up a little at being addressed—sometimes when she’s being disciplined this way, he gets himself off like she’s not even there—and she pants, squirms, and shakes her head.

“No, daddy, I don’t like that. I want to touch you, and I want you to make me come.” Her chest heaves, the only part of her that can really move, and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “But I know you need to come on me first, daddy. I deserve to have to wait, because I was naughty.” Aaron grunts, and fists his cock more desperately. So fucking sexy.

“Yes, you have to wait, but you’re my good girl now. You’re behaving for me; I’ll make you come soon, after you’re covered in me.” Almost like he wills it to happen, he tenses, comes, makes sure to get some on her tits and stomach and pussy, covering her with thick ropes that have her drenched from the inside out. She moans like it’s her own orgasm, wanton and eager, and when he’s done he leans in to take her mouth in a hard, passionate kiss; he releases her wrists, and she sinks her fingers in his hair, pulls him closer, pants against his lips.

“Love you,” she says with wide open eyes, and he kisses her softly, brushes his thumb over her lips.

“Love you so much.” He lays beside her while he recovers—she’ll manage to get him hard again relatively quickly, but he does need some time in between—and gently drags one fingertip through his come, tracing abstract patterns, rubbing it over her nipples and around her belly button, up and down her aching, throbbing pussy. She wants so much more, but she’s good and patient, just the way daddy wants her to be.

After laying like that for a little bit, Aaron takes her hand and guides it to his cock, lets her wrap around him and touch him and bring him to full hardness, and she closes her eyes, hums, licks her lips. Touching him after so much time not being allowed to touch him gets her extremely aroused, her whole body sensitive, her mind hazy with pleasure. It’s the best kind of reward by far.

The slow, gentle part of their evening is abruptly over when he flips her onto her stomach, come-covered body face-down against Rossi’s pretty crimson sheets. Jesus. She moans so loudly she’s not sure Rossi can’t hear her, even from the other wing.

He gets the head of his cock inside her, covers both of her hands with his, and slams inside, repeatedly, earning whimpering, desperate moans as his speed and intensity increases.

“How do those sheets feel?” he coos in her ear, her cheek smashed into them, as he fucks hard against her ass; her body is bouncing on the bed with each rough thrust, and she whines, shivers.

“Fine, daddy, but—mmh, nothing feels better than you.” In truth, it feels amazing, but only because her belly and tits are still covered in his come and she feels like a dirty whore; only Aaron can make her delight in ruining Rossi’s expensive sheets, which is a complete asshole move by anyone’s standards, and also really gross.

“That’s right, pet. I might never have a mansion with multiple wings, but I’ll always take care of you. You don’t have to want for anything.”

“I know daddy. I don’t want for anything but you.”

“And what do you want from me now?” he asks, pounding harder and kissing her cheek softly. Things like these are what really get her off, the marriage of tenderness and roughness, the way he knows what to do to maintain the balance.

“Harder, daddy. Take me, daddy,” she pants, and he squeezes her hands and doubles down, wrecking her pussy, no doubt bruising her hips with his unyielding thighs pressed tightly against them. “Maybe…” She doesn’t continue, because it’s nothing they’ve discussed yet, but he moves his mouth to her ear and tugs on it with his teeth.

“Maybe what, pet? Daddy always wants to hear you.” She squeezes her eyes closed and whimpers, getting close. She hopes the idea doesn’t freak him out. They’ve only been dating for a year.

“Maybe try to put a baby in me, daddy. I’m on birth control tonight, but you could practice?”

Aaron loses his mind.

“Oh, you want daddy to put a baby in you? You want me to put my come deep and then fuck it deeper into you until there’s no doubt you’ll end up pregnant with my babies, pet?” His thrusts have been quick and harsh, but shallow, up until now, but he adjusts his knees to slide in deeply, fully sheathed inside her, rocking her body and making her ass shake. “You’ll take it so good, won’t you? You’ll let me breed you full of babies, one after another.”

“Fuck, yes daddy, breed me full daddy. Wanna have your babies, wanna be full of you, wanna be yours.” He lifts his right hand off of hers and puts it on the back of her neck, grips tight, and leans in to press his teeth against her shoulder, breathing harshly.

“You are mine. I’ll make sure you never forget it.” She won’t, couldn’t, never, babbles something to that effect and then comes seeing stars, howling his name, and daddy, and oh.

Aaron whispers her name, and sweet baby, and perfect little pet, and changes nothing, keeps drilling hard and deep while she whines and whimpers over being used like he’s using her.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl,” he murmurs in her ear while he fucks her into the mattress. “Good girl making pretty noises on daddy’s cock; I’m going to put a baby in you, we’ll make a baby, a perfect little baby with your nose and my eyes, pet, promise.” She moans, wrecked, her hair frizzy, sweat clinging to her temples, and he comes with a grunt, moves his hands to her ass and spreads her while he spills inside, so he can be as deep as possible.

He pistons his hips a half a dozen times after, and then grinds slowly like he’s making sure she’s covered in come. It’s incredibly hot, and feels so good, and she comes again and then sags against the bed and lets him move inside her until he’s ready to pull out. When he does, he rolls her over, takes her in his arms, and they just hold each other and whisper and breathe for so long she starts to drift to sleep.

He gets them in the shower, cleans her up, kisses her lips and cheeks and all the places his body hurt hers, and she sighs, smiles, and thanks him. He thanks her back. The next morning, they’re getting ready to leave, and she is almost out the door when she hears Aaron talking to Rossi.

“Really nice sheets in that room. What kind are they?”

“They’re great, aren’t they? Peruvian cotton—Pima.” Aaron makes a sound of understanding.

“How much did they cost?”

“Around $120, I think.” She can hear the sound of paper—money—and ducks around the corner to see Aaron with his wallet out, handing Rossi a few bills.

“Sorry.” He pats Rossi on the shoulder and walks toward her, raises his eyebrows. “Ready to go?”

She sighs, nods, and takes his hand.

When they get home, they get online and order the sheets. And pick out a crib. Taglist ❤️: @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix @meghannnnnn @disgruntledchowchow @azenpal @g-l-pierce @wolviesbabes

Do you think the idea of ​​a yandere falling in love with a reader who is extremely lazy who doesn't even care when he is kidnapped by yandere

Fuck, this turned really fucking dark ooops. I wrote it as apathetic reader but... idk it got messed up ig

Tw: female reader, implied death, non - consensual touching, sadism, threats, depression, implied suicidal thoughts, possessive behavior, apathy

Well, this wasn't exactly how you pictured your Saturday evening to go. But taking into account how boring and empty your usual weekend routine was, this felt more like free entertainment than a terrific kidnapping scene.

 “I don’t get it” You exclaimed for the third time since you had woken up in that tiny stuffy room where it seemed like fresh air had never been more than a miracle. “Why am I here again?” You asked the tall dark figure towering over the broken-down bed you were currently laying on with your hands squeezed in harsh red bindings.The windows were tightened with metal locks and you couldn’t help but ask yourself whether they had been opened even once since the end of the Plague. Okay, that was an exaggeration, but the place really felt like a prison with no escape, and the lack of clear light didn’t help much with the gloomy atmosphere. You wondered whether you would actually die down here - not that it mattered anyways. 

“I told you already.“ The stranger growled at you, frustration thick in his deep voice. He took a step towards you and put his palms on the end of the shattered sheet you were covered with. You knew you were practically naked under the worn out fabric, and the worst part wasn’t the vulnerability of your nudity or even the threat of violence in your captor’s eyes - it was the unpleasent feeling of falling threads and cotton rags rubbing on your exposed thighs. “I took you away because you belong to me!“ The man screamed suddenly as he brought his white boney hands to his black hood and quickly pulled it down to reveal a sickly-thin face with defined jawline and cheekbones. The skin looked pale and unhealthy, almost blue in certain places - under his piercing gray eyes and around his thin dark lips. And especially on his neck (although there you could see many colours besides blue). You didn’t care enough to think about what may have caused it.

“You just saw my face.“ Your captor whispered in a way you supposed should have been eery but it only made you roll your eyes. The poor guy was trying hard to fit into the role of a crazy stalker and you were simply too tired to play into his little game. “Now that you can identify me to the cops I will never let you go!“ The man shouted, deranged, then laughed manically for what seemed to be hours. He giggled “villainously“ for quite some time before he broke his resistance and stole a glance at you, hopeful, desperate for a reaction, yearning to hear you beg or at least cry out in fear, just to be met with a pair of bored eyes and a yawn on your sweet full lips. The stranger couldn’t mask his anger and dissapointment anymore, and with a swift movement across the bed he had you pinned underneath him, completely still.

 “Don’t you get it?” The man mumbled under his breath and took his sharp silver knife out of his half - torn and patched pocket. He looked you dead in the eyes and pointed the blade to your neck, so close that you could feel its cold end lightly touching your flesh and taste the blood spilling from the cut. “You aren’t going home ever again.” The stalker lowered his head and ran his wet rough tongue all over your throat, causing icy shivers down your spine and absolutely no change in your calm expression. You were so sleepy you couldn’t wait for this to be over, one way or another. “I could do anything to you right now.” The strange added, searching for an ounce of emotion in your empty gaze, growing impatient by the second. “I could kill you.” He pronounced slowly through gritted teeth. “I could rape you, too.” Your captor purred as he placed a chaste kiss on your neck, then gripped your throat lightly. Still no fucking reaction. “Say something, dammit!” He finally broke down, crying out from the bottom of his heart. You signed, utterly exhausted. “Just get this over with so I can rest.” You replied at last, your voice low and raspy. You weren’t sure exactly what type of meaning you had put behind “rest”. You were just so tired - you couldn’t possibly think properly.

“You are nothing but a broken toy.“ The sadist uttered weakly, his tone filled with disgust and helplessness, the gray in his eyes fading away to pitch black. “You can’t even amuse me properly.” He grumbled in annoyance, totally defeated, and waited a few long seconds before moving his knife to your chest, over your breasts that were heaving rhythmically with each passing breath. He raised it above his head and you couldn’t help but admire the sight of his pale hands, the sparkling silver blade and the soft moonlight breaking through the window. "Goodnight, my love" The man whispered genlty and you closed your eyes, one word on your lips. 

“Finally.”

Hi I’m about to go to sleep and I was just imagining going to bed and then waking up in the middle of the night bc corpse is finally coming to bed too and then you cuddle up to him and he says something that you don’t really hear bc you’re sleepy but you feel the rumble of his chest and it just makes you smile and feel all comfy and you sleep so ✨ good ✨ after that. Anyway felt the need to share that with you bc I wish I had that in my life hahaha. I hope you’re having a good day 🖤

i know ur probably just waking up bc i’m about to finally fall asleep but anyway here u go

GOODNIGHT EVERYONE AND PLS ENJOY

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stress and refresh

being a uni student had given you many life skills. but one you didn’t intend to pick up was becoming the type of person who would act the same no matter how many hours of sleep you’d gotten. you on two hours? same as you with eleven hours. and any amount in between.

there was a few exceptions to the skill. for example, if it was a busy time for assessments and you’d had a fair few nights of very little sleep all in a row, you’d need to catch up on all those missed hours, eventually. and usually that happened on the fourth or fifth night.

and when the day came this time around, you’d submitted yet another assignment and didn’t have any due for a few weeks so you were going to celebrate. by crashing hard and treating yourself to that deep sleep your body and mind so desperately craved.

but corpse had started to really worry about you two days ago.

-

“you’ve barely eaten anything.” him expressing concern had lead to the both of you firing quick, frustrated words to each other.

“i’ll eat when i’m done. i’m not hungry right now.” and you weren’t, it was a bad habit, but when you found yourself under an extreme amount of stress or pressure, you didn’t eat as you normally did.

“you’ve been doing those assignments for days.”

“i have a lot due right now, i've told you this already.”

“please, just take a break.” he was pushing you, he was aware of it, but he wanted you to take even just ten minutes to relax. 

“i can’t.” 

“you can, let’s go get dinner.”

“i’m telling you, i really can’t.”

“(y/n)-”

“fucking hell, corpse, i told you i fucking can’t!” you snapped at him and for what felt like first time, you looked up from your laptop screen and to your boyfriend.

both of you displayed frowns on your faces, challenging each other to say something else. and corpse made a judgement call then. he knew if he stayed there and argued with you, you’d fight back with just as much fire as he would. but he also knew you had enough on your mind, so he left it. but he definitely slammed the door of his computer room on purpose, to which you’d pick up a pen and peg it at the closed door.

-

he didn’t really say anything else over the next couple of days. but his worrying over you was digging at him more and more. you’d still barely eaten anything, in fact, the only things he’d seen you consume was painkillers to mask the headache he knew you must’ve felt from staring at your laptop screen for days on end and a carrot at 3am when he’d come to get a drink of water. the bags under your eyes had become so prominent from the lack of sleep. and you’d been crashing out on the couch for the one or two hours you did manage to fall asleep. 

so when he found you on that fifth night, sound asleep in bed after his shower, a weight lifted from his chest. corpse would release a very deep sigh, feeling the worry and tension leaving him. how pleased he was to see you looking so peaceful. he took the few steps to reach the bed and sat down, taking a moment to look over your features.

his finger first brushed some of your hair behind your ear so he could get a better look at you. your hair was no longer tied back in the bun you’d had in this past week to keep it from annoying you as you typed. next he trailed his touch down your forehead and between your relaxed eyebrows. happy that no longer were they were furrowed in a mix of concentration and stress. and following down the bridge of your nose, his finger reached your mouth and ever so gently ran around your slightly parted lips where a slow, deep breath was being released from. he was glad your jaw was no longer clenched with frustration at your uni work. but your lips were chapped, you had a habit of chewing on them too much when you felt stressed and it seemed you’d really done a number on them after this hell week you’d had. he made a mental note to pick up a new chapstick for you whenever he got make up wipes again.

overall, he was so content with seeing you so peaceful. you looked so soft, so at ease and it brought him relaxation. he knew you were in such a deep sleep already, but still as he slipped into bed beside you, he tried to be cautious, not wanting to wake you. you were so warm beneath the blanket, he pulled you towards the centre of the bed as he scooted in, wanting to be close to you. you stirred a little then.

“corpse?” you’d mumble, caught in between a dreamland and reality.

“yeah, just me, baby.” he’d answer you, his arms feeling so comforting as they surrounded you.

“‘m really sorry 'bout the other day.” you’d apologise as your head nestled into his chest.

“it’s okay,” and he’d mean it sincerely. giving you a goodnight kiss on your forehead. “go back to sleep, baby.”

but you kind of already had, you hadn’t even really woken up properly because of how exhausted you were. all you knew is you were so happy to be in bed with your lover after such a draining time, knowing this familiar bubble with corpse was going to give you the refresh you needed.

Sleepless

Maxwell Lord x Reader (Modern AU)

Summary:  While Max is away on a business trip, he can’t help but long for his favorite girl.  

A/N:  Wow it’s been months hasn’t it?  Anywho I’m in love with Pedro Pascal now.  I've mostly decided to write what makes me happy for now.  I’ll get to requests eventually.  ALSO:  Maxwell is 100% mouthy constantly.  That man literally never shuts up.  

Warnings:  18+, sexting, phone sex, masturbation, Maxwell with a daddy kink?  duh.

word count:  1,184

You were laying in bed scrolling through countless waves of social media posts when your phone pinged.  What you read ignited something deep inside you.

“What are you wearing?” 

A simple question.  An innocent question if it had been asked by anyone else.  But nothing was ever as innocent as it seemed when it came to Maxwell.  

Maxwell had been gone for nearly a month now.  The two of you would always text throughout the day.  He would call you every single night to make sure you were okay.  Staying on the line til you were asleep.  He was only a few hours away, but the distance was killing both of you.  

“Can’t wait to get home and feel you, honey,” he would breath into the phone.  

“Oh, Max,” you would pull your lower lip between your teeth.  

You stared blankly at the message.  Your cheeks were pink with anticipation.  Neither of you ever did anything like what this was leading to.  It had crossed your mind several times.

“One of your button ups” you replied.  

“And?” 

You felt heat flood over your body.  This made you feel like a teenager.  Texting your boyfriend what you were wearing.  

“Nothing else.”

A simple response that drove Maxwell mad.  

He was laying in his hotel bed.  Shirt and trousers unbuttoned.  His cock pressed firmly against his underwear.  He missed you-God, how he missed you.  Nothing raged him more than leaving you alone while he travelled.  You were on his mind heavily today.  His day had been long and nothing would have made him happier to come home to you.  To hold you.  To feel you.  His mind wondered to your body.  To his hands running down your skin.  The little noises you always make when he touches you.  Heat prickled over all of his skin.  Thoughts were driving him crazy and a question came to his mind.  And when you told him you were only wearing one of his shirts it drove him insane.  

“Oh, baby.”  He responded.  Between your legs grew damp at the text.  

“Do daddy a favor and show me those gorgeous tits of yours.”  

You smiled to yourself.  Biting your thumb, you basically hopped from the bed.  Your feet smacked against the tile floor as you ran across the house.  Flinging the door to the bathroom open, you admired yourself in the mirror.  You unbuttoned the shirt.  Chills danced across your skin.  

Max tapped his hand against his leg while gripping the phone tightly in his other hand.  His clothes suddenly grew extremely tight against him.  The buttons of his shirt were first to go.  The sleeves remaining as the cotton material laid loosely against his sides.  He laid the phone face down and shimmied out of his pants and underwear.  His cock sprung up and against his stomach.  His hand wrapped around his member and he groaned.  This was the first contact he had had with his erect cock in nearly a month.  He never was one to touch himself.  That was something he liked leaving to you.  His phone buzzed.  He swore he had never picked his phone up that quickly.  What he saw was like as if the heavens had sent him a picture.  Your body in the mirror drove him crazy.  He moaned loudly as he began stroking himself absentmindedly.  

You blushed that you had sent him something like that.  You had never done anything like this, not with anyone.  You held your phone against your chest waiting for his response.  The pinging made you jump.  Heat flooded your entire body at what you saw.  Max’s cock in all its glory.  His hand gripped it at the base.  The phrase “See what you do to me” was sent below it.  You rushed back to your bed, leaving the shirt on the tile floor.  You were thinking of a response when Maxwell started calling you.  You hurried to answer.  

“Oh, baby,” his broken voice came through.  

“Hi-Hi, Maxie,” you smiled into the phone.  

“Touch yourself.  I want to hear you do it, sweet girl.”

The heat between your legs was begging to be doused.  Your hand slid down your body, grazing your nipple along the way.  You breathed heavy when your fingers met your clit.  You began rubbing tight circles on the nub.  A broken moan left your lips.  

Music to Maxwell’s ears. 

He began stroking himself a little more aggressively, “Tell daddy how you’re feeling baby.” 

A choked version of his name came out of your jugular.  

“Oh... what I wouldn’t give to have you in my arms right now, honey,” he moaned into the phone.  

You placed two fingers inside yourself and let out a greedy moan.  Maxwell chuckled over the line, “Fingering yourself?  Dirty girl.”  

“It doesn't feel the same when it’s not you, Max,” you bit your lip.  

Max threw his head back with your words, stroking himself relentlessly.  He would have given anything in this moment to have you on top of him.  Worshipping every inch of your form.  The way your body jiggled as he pounded into you.  

Your fingers massaged your insides as you listened to your boyfriend on the other line.  His little grunts and groans lit something inside you.  What you wouldn’t have given to be in bed with him in this moment.  He sounded so desperate.  

“Been thinking about your cock a lot, Maxxie,” you moaned when your fingers swiped over your sweet spot.  

A choked moan left his throat, “Yeah?  Swear I’m gonna fuck you good as soon as I am home.  I promise I’ll be there by the end of the week, okay?  Okay?  Papi swears it.”  

Those words, along with the motions your fingers were making, caused that familiar knot inside you tighten.  

“S-So close, M-Max,” you choked out.  

“I knew you would be a good girl for your daddy.  Now lemme hear it.  Big and loud for ol’ Maxwell,” he smirked.  

You crooked your fingers causing the knot inside you to rip.  You squealed Maxwell’s name loud and proud.  Panting into the phone.  Maxwell was not close behind hearing all those noises you made.  Spilling his load all over his stomach, chanting your name over and over again.  

No words were spoken over the line for a moment.  Just the sound of you both breathing.  

“I love you, Y/N,” Maxwell spoke softly.  

“I love you too, Max,” you smiled.  

“I miss you more than anything,” Maxwell was being soft, “I want to hop on the next flight home.  Want to hold you in my arms.  Kiss you.”  

The smile on your face could not be erased, “You can have every inch of me as soon as you're home, Maxwell.”  

Maxwell’s eyes grew heavy.  The pressure of the day hit his body suddenly.  “Want to,” A yawn came from him, “Want to hold you while I sleep.  Sleepin’ isn’t the same without you beside me.”  

You smiled at your boyfriend’s sleepy voice, “Go to sleep, Maxxie.  I love you.”  

A long pause.

“Love you more, Y/N.  My gorgeous girl.  Love you.  Be home soon.  Goodnight, hermosa.”

~~~

[END]

tags:

@pcrushinnerd @maxlordsgf​

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸!𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗯𝗻𝗵𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗵𝗰𝘀: 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝘁

[𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀]- 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂, 𝗸𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮, 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮, 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗼, 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶, 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶, 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀

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𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲:

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𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶;

•he was getting some spicy food at a street market one day after school. •you then went up to him randomly, asking what would be a good food to get since you were new to japan. •his face practically reddened at the sight of you, but he merely clicked his teeth, saying that he couldn't help you because his taste is extremely spicy. •you responded with a laugh, saying that you were more than capable to handle spice. •you both ended up eating and chatting together as you ate. •well, you did most of the talking as he nodded and grunted in response half of the time.. •nonetheless, you found his company very enlightening, so you asked for his number successfully.

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"excuse me?" a strangely accented voice called out to bakugou, the boy turning in the direction of the voice. "hah?" he called out as he looked down at you, instantly deeming you as american, hence the accent and your uniquely fascinating look. "is there any food that you can recommend to me? im new here.." you told him sheepishly as you flashed a small smile, the boy's face heating up dangerously. you then started to hear small fizzling noises, your attention drawn to his hands, which were letting out small explosions. "you good?" you asked in a concerned tone. "i thought that you wanted food, the fuck are you worried about me for?" he replied snappily, making you blink your eyes at him. "damn.." you muttered under your breath, though you didn't take it personal. "listen, your tongue is gonna burn the fuck off if i pick out food for you, woman." he laughed in a mocking manner. "boy," you scoffed, "i can handle more than a bit of damn seasoning..!" you chuckled, looking up at him with those dark glistening eyes of yours. he then ordered two small bowls of spicy curry for the both of you and told you to sit your ass down at the nearest outdoor table, to which you only laughed at him. "you didn't have to pay for it, yknow.." you told him, taking a spoonful of food nonetheless. "just think of it as hospitality.. or a welcoming gift or some shit. you're new here anyway.." he grumbled, taking a bite out of his own food. "what's your name?" you asked him, "don't worry about my name," he scoffed, "when i become the number one hero, everybody's gonna know my fucking name!" he said triumphantly, a cocky smirk on his face. "is that so..?" you asked him with a grin, "that's only if i don't become the number one hero..! you gon have to watch out for me, cause i'm your new competition!" you laughed, making his eye twitch. "is that a fucking challenge?" he spoke, "maybe." you replied, taking another bite of your food. he couldn't lie, it impressed him how you were taking full blown spoonfuls and not complaining about any spice, the drink he bought you staying untouched. "ay," you called out, "your face is red! i thought that you was the one tellin' me bout spice!" you snickered. "it's not the fucking spice that's making me blush!" he retorted, his face getting redder as he watched you let out a series of giggles. before long, the food was finished and he was ready to leave the table without even saying goodbye. "aht aht, where you goin to?" you asked him as you stood up with him. "home, the fuck? its not like ive got the time to talk to a stranger all damn day!" he said in defense. "well, you've at least gotta tell me your name!" you whined, "fine, shut up, puffball!" he said as you gasped. "really? puffball?" you gasped sarcastically, a hand at your heart. "you wanna know my name or not?" he snapped, "yes, of course!" you exclaimed, "s'bakugou. don't fucking forget it." he said, watching you nod as you took in the name. "—can i get your number too, bakugou?" you asked as he groaned. "fucking fine.." he grunted, "you got a pen?" he asked, taking a hold of your arm. "i can just get out my phone, the fuck you tryna write on my skin for?!" you said as he chuckled, "its more memorable that way, duh, puffball. you should be damn grateful to be the first to get an autograph from the one and only lord explosion murder." he said, taking the pen you handed him as he wrote his digits on your forearm, the gentle, warm but firm grip he had on your wrist making you unknowingly grin. "now you've gotta do the same. your name and number, puffball." he said, cocking his brow as you started to laugh. "eh, ill tell you allat when I feel like it. see ya, bakugou." you said, disappearing into the crowd of the bustling street market before he could make any snarky remark, a small smirk on his face that even surprised him, he was sure that the feeling that made his ears buzz and heat up was merely irritation. "she's such a damn tease..!" he couldn't even recall when he became intrigued.

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𝗸𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗲𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼𝘂;

•he "met" you via call. •him, kaminari, and sero were pulling an all nighter together in his room, just hanging out on the bed. •like the immature teenage boys they are, they decided to play 'dare or dare' at two in the morning. •kirishima had been dared to call his number neighbor, which he was hesitant of, despite doing the dare anyway. •the phone rang as he placed it on the bed, the goofy trio looking at it in anticipation, expecting some old geezer to pick up the phone. •boy, were they wrong.

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"cmon, bro! i did the dare you gave me, so you've gotta do the same!" kaminari urged, making kirishima sigh. "it wasn't even that extreme of a dare! you just had to let sero smack you!" the redhead protested, "and that shit was fun, too. id do it again, ha!" the raven haired boy laughed out, earning a nudge to the side from the electric blond.

"don't be a pussy, just call and hang up if it makes you feel any better!" kaminari suggested, "fine, ill do it!" kirishima gave in, "don't start feeling disappointed when some 100 year old guy picks up the phone, kami!" he huffed.

eijirou dialed the number on his phone,

xxx-xxx-xxxy, which was only the slightest bit different from his number, which was

xxx-xxx-xxxx.

he then set the phone on the bed and put it on speaker, the boys looking within themselves as they waited for the person on the other side of the line to answer.

"nevermind, fuck this.." kaminari sighed, running a hand through his golden blond locks. the phone then finally picked up, kirishima's ears perking up eagerly.  

"ahm.. h-hello?" a smooth, feminine voice called out tiredly, the boys gaping at eachother. "uhm.. hello!" kirishima replied, "who da hell out here callin me at two am?" you asked, making the boys tense up your at your tone.

the redhead started to feel bad for waking you up, the sleepiness apparent in your voice. you then let out a series of melodic chuckles, ones that made kirishima want to hold a hand at his pounding heart.

"who this?" you asked, "kirishima! that's my name, at least! im your number neighbor, ha.." he said, "well, kirishima.." you spoke once more, your captivating accent making him infer that you were black, but that only excited him more, leaving him to wonder how beautiful you truly were, "imma talk to you later. a girl gotta sleep, yknow?" you told him, your voice velvety as the sound waves hit his ears.

"y-yeah, sure!" he complied. "ill save your number though, boo." you told him, the simple nickname making him smile to himself.

"wait, what's your name?" he asked you, "y/n. cute name, right?" you giggled, his heart clenching at the sound.

"how about I meet up with you tomorrow, y/n?" he suggested. "that would be nice, kirishima.." you said into the phone, the eagerness heard in your voice to meet this mystery boy, "you had better not be no random dealer.." you sighed, "no, I don't sell..!!!" he gasped in reply. "perfect." you said, "goodnight, kirishima. ion know what you doin up at two am, but have a blast, boo." that was the last thing you said before ending the call.

"...she sounds like a total fuckin’ babe! you're welcome, kiri!" kaminari said, but the sharky boy was too busy thinking about the call, your voice replaying in his head. apparently, eijirou thought dazedly, voice kinks actually ARE real..

"she was..

damn

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𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂;

•he met you at some beauty supply store. •you might be wondering; what the hell is deku doing at the damn beauty supply? •see, he was there with mirio to get some stuff for eri so they could do her hair, and he didn't really know what to get. •he saw you in the same isle as him later on and decided to ask what would be good to get for a little girl. •when you turned to him and smiled, he choked on thin air and was astonished with you and your 'melanated' beauty. •despite his nervous stammering, he accomplished in getting your number.

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"eri-chan, do you like this one..?" izuku asked, holding up a light green bow to her pale blue hair. "deku-san.. any color is fine.." the smaller girl replied, her large red eyes staring into his emerald ones. he sighed before flashing her a small smile, putting the bow back up. he wanted to give the girl something that would make her feel pretty, but he didn't know what she would really like.. "do you know anything about hair products and stuff, togata-senpai..?" midoriya asked mirio, whom only shrugged in reply. "i used to have longer hair, but I didn't really use any accessories, yknow!" the blond replied in his normal ecstatic tone. "oh.." deku sighed, "ill just keep looking!" he then walked into another row, glancing at all the hair products for natural hair, the tropical, warm, and sugary smells sending his nose into heaven. his hair was a bit curly himself, so maybe he'd be able to use some of them..? anyway, he continued to look through the products, letting out a huff, since he didn't find anything eye catching that gave him 'eri' vibes. he then saw a flash of chocolate brown in his peripheral vision, along with a good whiff of a smell similar to all those hair products, making him let out a small moan at the scent, which would probably become his new favorite smell. he turned around to see you, a black girl around his age that was dressed stylishly, your curly/coily hair captivating him as he gazed at you, whom was merely crouching down to look at some hair clips and other things that you were interested in. he then got the great idea to ask for your help! "hello? excus—" he called out to you as you jerked your head up, looking at him with a pack of durable hair ties in hand. he hadn't gotten a good look at your face, but now that he had, his breath had hitched on the spot as he felt heat rise to his freckled cheeks. he wanted to say something, but something about your melanated beauty intimidated him. not like he was scared, but he just wanted to make a good impression so bad that he froze up. you started to stand up from your crouching position, your dark brown/[color] eyes watching him curiously. "hi..!" you spoke cooly in your rich, slang-suffused voice. "h-hi!" he replied briskly, his fists clenched in flustered-ness. "i-i wanted t-to ask.." he stammered, giving himself a slap mentally, "if y-you could help m-me pick out some hair accessories! ones that would be good for a little girl..!" he explained, gulping a bit as he finished. your dark eyes only examined him as he spoke, your plump, glossy lips curving up into a smile that made him melt. "sure! why you ain't ask me earlier, boy? actin all cute and nervous.." you chuckled, making midoriya believe you made him fall in love with a stranger at first sight.. after some looking, you found a pair of red bows that you had just assumed would look good on the girl he spoke of, and that they did, the vibrant color matching with eri's big red eyes. she seemed to like them as well, the six year old girl twirling with the ribbons of the bows around her small fingers. "thank you so much! i think she actually likes them..!" izuku said in relief, the small smile on eri's face making him grin as well. "no problem! happy I could help, man." you said, making your way over to the cashier. he wanted to talk to you more.. "psst!" mirio whispered, "go talk to her!" he encouraged, izuku giving off a brisk nod of courage in reply. "h-hey!" he called out to you. "i-i wanted t-to ask you s-something again...!" he said once more, watching you sling the bag of beauty products onto your forearm as you listened to him, his flustered voice being something you found absolutely adorable. "c-can i h-have your.. number..?"

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𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮; *𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗼 :)*

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•you both sat next to eachother on a train ride home. •but before that, you had noticed him at your membership gym where you did your exercise and acrobatics. •you couldn't help but take glances at him •he was well built, toned, tall, and pretty damn flexible, plus he was shirtless, so of course you had to look.. •you were even gazing at him for so long that you lost your balance and stumbled a bit.. •before you could introduce yourself, which you were more than willing to do, the cute but peculiarly elbowed boy had left. •to your delight, you saw him again as you entered the train for your ride home. •he shares his oranges with you >///<

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"dayumm.." you whistled lowly, watching a black haired male from across the gymnasium. his back faced towards you, so you couldn't really see his face. you were doing simple stretches, in a side split at the moment, since you weren't in the mood for doing as much exercise. your eyes followed everywhere he went, taking in all of his motions and the flexing of his back muscles that you could see through his flimsy orange tank top, which he was actually starting to take off to your delight, pulling it over his head. your eyes widened before your lips curved up into a small smirk. "ive been blessed with this view.." you joked. you weren't the kind to be obsessed with boys and their looks or anything, but something about this guy was riveting, especially his elbows.. he then turned around, slowly lowering himself into a side splits position as he let a small huff leave his lips, wincing at the stretching of his inner thigh muscles. "he clearly hasn't done this shit in a while.." you said to yourself, watching him stretch forward as he stayed in his side splits position. he then looked up, his eyes meeting yours momentarily. his cheeks reddened in awe as he saw you, whom was already looking at him. he then flashed a wide smile, one that made you smile back, the contrast of your brown skin and pearly whites making him grin even wider. he seemed to slyly wink at you before getting up, walking over to another area of the gymnasium as you huffed over his departure. or maybe that wink was just your imagination..? "come back, hot guy.." you whined to yourself, getting up as well and making your way over to the nearby aerial skills fabric, only because you wanted to do something impressive that the black haired boy would see from afar. you made your way up the fabric, pulling yourself up with the incredible upper body strength that you had. you set yourself in a comfortable position, also in a position as to where you could see the 'elbows' guy a lot clearer. "it should be illegal to go around lookin that damn good.." you said to yourself, watching him do a simple form of yoga by himself in a calm corner. he then opened his eyes abruptly, digging into the pocket of his sweats to take out his phone, which was going off, probably for an alarm that he had set up. he got up, stretched a little more, and started to grab his belongings. you then scoffed, immediately getting down from the fabrics. there was no way that you'd allow him to leave before you got to know him.. you then started to jog towards him, since he was a ways away from you. he began to rotate his arms a bit, his muscles flexing as he did arm circles, making you stop in your tracks as you watched him. was this his quirk or something, or did every little thing he did leave you addicted? you felt yourself practically leaning in as you watched him pack up his things, his side profile showing off none other than his gleaming smile that he always seemed to have on his cute face. he slipped his orange top back on and made way for the exit, and that's when you finally snapped out of your trance, your ankles giving out as you fell on the ground, due to looking for so long that you had started to lose your balance. "shit, man.." you winced, rubbing at your ankles. by the time you looked up, he was gone. "i know i didn't snap my ankles just so mans could walk away.." you grumbled, getting up and slipping on your tracksuit jacket. you didn't want to do much today anyways, so you we're ready to go home. as you walked to the train station, you payed mind to a small but noticeable limp in your step, a mild pain tingling in your ankle. it wasn't bad, but it wasn't too fun either.. you huffed, making your way onto the train, trying to find yourself a seat and ignore the small awkward looks that people gave you because of your natural appearance that you obviously couldn't change. you only shrugged. im black, so what? the fuck..? you thought, though you weren't one to spark an argument and say it out loud. you were more than used to it anyway, so why give a damn anymore? though, somebody noticed it going on, and they couldn't stand it. "hey," a voice called out to you, "wanna sit with me?" you turned to see the same black haired boy from the gym, smiling sweetly at you as he moved his duffel bag just so you could sit. "...yeah, thanks." you replied cooly, but in the inside, you were freaking out. who knew that he'd be on your train?! "you okay?" he asked you, noticing your slight limp and your aerobic leggings as you chuckled, "whaddya mean specifically? the hating ass looks or my limping?" you said to him, "both." he replied quickly, his soft black bangs swaying as he leaned forward a bit to take a good look at you and your alluring afrocentric features. "um.. are you good? your face is getting all red." you told him, his eyes widening. "i-it is? sorry.." he chuckled in apology, leaning back into his seat with his hands resting at his knees. "...i saw you at the gym earlier, yknow." he told you, "those aerobic skills were pretty damn cool." he told you, the same smile on his face that you were sure you'd never get tired of seeing. "yeah, well i might have to take a break from them for a hot minute..." you sighed, regarding your ankle. "hey, you want an orange?" he asked abruptly as you blinked at him. "boy, did you just ask me if i wanted an orange?" you queried at his random suggestion. "yeah, ive got a few in here! they're my favorites~" he said with a large grin, "they always help me feel better. well, it might not help with physical pain, but—" he started, "nah, it's all good, i get it whatchu mean." you chuckled, taking the fruit that he handed to you. of course, it wasn't the best to take things from strangers, but there was something about him and his flashy smile that made you trust him. you both ate the fruit in silence, the only thing heard being the minimal chatter of other passengers and small rattling sounds of the rails. as you sat next to him, the warmth of his body radiating onto yours as your shoulders touched, it felt as though it was only you and him.. his phone then started to ring as he took it out of his pocket, giving you a look of apology for the abrupt noise. "s'my mom.." he chuckled before answering the call. "hola mamá!" he said into the phone, clearly speaking another foreign language, "qué pasa? oh, lo que estoy haciendo?" she had asked him what he was doing, but of course, you didn't understand the language he spoke, so you merely sat there, listening to the smoothness of his deep voice as he spoke into the phone. "uh.. bueno esta chica, ella está sentada mi lado.." he spoke lower, though you didn't know why, "una linda chica negra.." little did you know that he was gushing over you to his mom, "n-no, mom! no mi novia!" he cried out, only making you assume that his mother had said something embarrassing to him, "uhh.. talk to you later, ma.." he said, briskly ending the call with a huff. "what were you even saying?" you asked with a giggle as he tensed up, not wullling to explain to you about how he told his mom that he was sitting next to a cute black girl... "w-we were talking about oranges..!" he said on the spot as you tilted your head. "really..?" you asked, since he seemed more than unsure of his answer. "uhm.. yeah," he said, "we were talking about how we'll need to grow more because..." he trailed off, then got an idea, looking at you as his warm grin widened, "because i have a new friend to share them with!"

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𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗼;

•winter time! ⁂ •you were at the grocery store, just getting the mandatory food items. •after getting all the stuff you needed, you decided to get your favorite comfort food; •soba. preferably hot. •just as you went to grab for some, you saw a bigger, more muscular hand reach for the same pack of buckwheat noodles. •as your hands rubbed, you let out a hiss, because their hand was mad cold. •you looked up to see a tall charming boy around your age, the two sides of his face looking extremely different. •you stared at him for a while before he called out to you, seeming to be the fifth time since you were too busy looking at his face.. •who ends up getting the soba?

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you rolled your cart to another side of the grocery store, letting out a sigh of relief that you had finished most of your shopping. you then saw a bit of cool smog leaving your mouth, making you roll your eyes in bafflement. it was winter time and you were decked up, wearing a knee-long bubble coat, uggs and a scarf, so the fact that this grocery store had the audacity to put air conditioning on at such a cold period in time made you want to cuss them out. "it's even colder in here than it is outside, dammit.." you muttered, rolling your cart around some more until you got to where you wanted; the rice and noodles section. you were itching to get some hot soba, especially with the sauce that you'd always eat it with. your mouth curved up into a smile, thinking about eating the bowl of noodles as you watched anime by the time you got home. you put your cart aside in a place where it wouldn't be bothersome, and reached your hand out for the food. just as you did, a pale and muscular hand reached out for the same item, making you immediately withdrawal your hand because of the sub-zero temperature of his skin.. "sorry." the person said in a deep, calm tone. you then looked up to see a tall teenage boy dressed in a cream colored turtleneck and black pants, his face seemingly crafted by angels.. the two sides of his face were complete opposites, making you even more drawn to him as you stared. "hello?" he called out for what seemed like the fifth time, snapping you out of your thoughts. "hm? oh, sorry!" you apologized, "you can have it if you want." he said, ready to walk out of the aisle as you panicked a bit. "no, you can have it! go ahead!" you said to him as he turned back around. "it seems that you were anticipating to get that, so it's okay." he said, blinking his eyes a bit. he merely stood there for a bit, thinking as he looked at the ground. "how about i buy it for you?" he offered, making your eyes widen. "no need to do that, it's aight!" you told him. "it's not a problem to me. i have my father's credit card, so im more than willing to splurge. besides, it's the holiday season, so i should do something nice for another, shouldn't i?" he explained in question, taking the soba and handing it to you with a small smile, one that made your heart pound within your chest. "ah.. thank yo— ack!" you whimpered as his hand touched yours, now being extremely hot this time. "sorry, it's my quirk.." he told you. "you good.." you shrugged it off, "i guess that's why you're only wearing a turtleneck in this freezing store?" you asked him with a chuckle as he nodded. "oh, the soba fell.." he said in realization, the both of you bending down to pick it up at the same time, resulting in you two bumping your foreheads together. you stumbled back a little bit until he caught you, the coolness of his breath slightly hitting your face, the small gap between your faces making your ears heat up and his face flush red. "..i-i keep messing up, im sorry.." he said once more in a more sheepish tone, helping you upright. "it's fine, no need to keep apologizing." you told him. "you still want that soba?" he asked you as you nodded. "let's go to the cashier if you're ready." he told you as you nodded, still feeling so touched that he was willing to pay, no matter how many times you told him that it was okay. "y/n." you said out of the blue. "hm?" he hummed in response. "im y/n. since you insist on buying stuff for me, you should at least know who i am, yes?" you asked him with a smile. "right. im shouto." he said as you nodded. "i can't thank you enough, shouto!" you said with gratitude as he flashed a small, close mouthed grin once more. "no problem, y/n" just as you two were about to leave the aisle, an employee rolled in a cart of soba, probably containing more than 300 packs. "how lucky.. would you like more?" he asked you, pointing at the cart, "im feeling rather generous today, y/n" he told you. you got the racks for allat?!" you asked while gaping at him. just who exactly is he? "well, i can't.." he said, holding up the credit card, "but my father can."

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𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗸𝗶;

•the first time he saw you, you weren't even fully clothed. •which is his ideal way to meet a hot black girl, of course.. •he was simply out shopping with the bakusquad •he then went to the fitting rooms to try on some clothes. •because he is a smart individual, he immediately went to the biggest stall. •only to see you in skinny jeans and a bra, your eyes widening as you saw him, whom had frozen in place, heavily embarrassed but somewhat excited. •after apologizing and leaving, he helped you find some good clothes that were your style and matched your skin tone well. •and there's absolutely no way that he'd meet someone as amazing as you and not want to get your digits..

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"kiri, tell the group that ill be trying out these hoodies, 'kay?" kaminari said to his red headed friend. "sure, bro!" kirishima agreed, waving off as the electric blond made his way to the fitting rooms, which were unisex. "the biggest ones are the best ones..!" he mumbled to himself, zooming straight to the largest stall. he whistled to himself as he swung the door open, only to see you, a [height] black girl in a bra and ripped skinny jeans, pulling a tshirt over your head. guess the stall's lock wasn't stable.. the both of you froze, his widened eyes wandering as you held your breath, your face heating up in embarrassment. "i-im so sorry—shit!!!" he cried out before leaving the stall rather quickly. you merely stood there, biting your lip at the abrupt situation. "..the fuck, bruh.." you murmured, putting on the shirt that you wore to the mall, since you had finished changing. you walked out to see the same golden blond standing outside of the stall, running his hands through his hair with a sorry expression, his face flushed red as he muttered profanities over what he'd done. "ey," you called out to him, tapping on his shoulder, "did you like the view?" you asked cheekily as he gaped at you. you weren't really one to take things to seriously, and you could turn any situation into a bright one with a few jokes here and there. "uh.. there's no right way to answer that, is there..?" he replied with a nervous chuckle. "don't lie, you was lookin! i don't blame you though, im hot." you said with a shrug, making him laugh. "so you're a little comedian, aren't you..?" he asked you, folding his arms across his chest, clearly feeling more comfortable than before. "depends on whether im talking to a cute blond or not. so.. you know the answer, yeah?" you giggled, making him smirk. your entire being made him want to give you a hug. you were pretty, clearly damn hot, funny, confident, and you were highly melanated? he had been finding himself gravitating towards chocolate girls for a while, but you were different from the rest, of course in the best way. he was wondering whether he had won the lottery, the both of you probably being a match made in heaven, hence the small similarities between you and him that he could already notice. he liked you. "you gon keep smirking at me or are you gonna use that stall?" you asked him sarcastically, "well, i might as well warn you about that lock. utter shit, man. that's why the door swung open so easily.." you muttered as he laughed once more. "only if you join me, pretty lady.." he said with a wink as you gasped playfully. "word?" you asked as he nodded with a hum. "bet, get in there!" you exclaimed, the both of you going back into the large stall. "so," he said, sitting down on the bench inside of the stall, "how can I get to know you?" he asked smoothly, a grin on his face. "ah, you tryna be slick, huh?" you chuckled, "well, you can start off with my name. y/n." you told him. "sounds beautiful." he complimented with another smile. "oh, stop it.." you laughed, waving your hand dismissively. "im denki, or maybe your boyfriend, whichever one you wanna call me.." he said as you giggled, liking his second option. "i can help you get some good clothes, if that's what you're looking for!" he suggested as you raised your brows. "oh really?" you hummed, "really!" he replied, getting up from the bench and holding out his hand to you. "cmon, y/n! let's go shopping."

𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗶𝗸𝗶 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶;

•he was simply on patrol with red riot and fatgum. •all of a sudden, you rushed up to him frantically, a worried look on your face. •he instantly remembered you as the girl from class 3-b, whom he had actually been a bit interested in for a while.. •he'd take glances of you whenever he saw you in the cafeteria and whatnot. •you were a good friend of mirio's but you and tamaki has never actually spoken until now. •you started to explain to him how this guy was following you and calling you a flurry of racial slurs. •he immediately started to feel his blood boiling. •anxious tama is gone, time to be a hero.

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"you want another bowl of yakisoba, amajiki-sempai?" kirishima asked cheerily, "fatgum bought some more!" he told tamaki. "i-i'm fine, t-thanks.." the elf-eared boy replied, tugging at the hoodie of his hero outfit farther so it could cover his face more. he was on patrol with the eight foot, blond haired pro and the younger hero in training, simply walking through a city in japan with a mindset ready to defend, which is what tamaki would have to do soon for you, whether he was ready or not.. he suddenly felt a pair of hands grip onto his arm, their fingers digging into his clothed bicep in fear. he yelped out as he looked down to see a familiar black girl with a shaken expression, the elf eared boy pressing his lips closed at the sight of you, his slanted eyes widening along with his face heating up. "..youre amajiki, yeah..?" you asked him as he nodded briskly, not daring to make a sound before he stuttered himself to an embarrassing point of no return. he knew you! well, he couldn't exactly say it that way, it made it seem as though you two were close. he would actually admire you from afar in school, with all honesty. he recalled you to be the pretty, brown skinned outgoing girl with a high puff that would usually be seen around mirio, since the two of you were both in class 3-b. he could practically feel the words itching to crawl up his throat and leave his mouth, though he didn't even know what those words would be.. what would he say to you? "oi, amajiki! i really need your help right now.. i heard that there was patrolling going on, so I just followed the sight of fatgum's head through the crowd.." you told him, snapping him out of his trance as he let out a yelp once more, the tall but introverted teen looking down at you, uncomfortable hums leaving his mouth due to his uncertainty of how to finally speak to you, which he was fucking up royally. "there's this guy.. he keeps following me and calling me some.. not nice things." you explained, "and he's making me uncomfortable.." you told him, his brows furrowing. "a-are you o-okay..? d-do y-y-you.. argh!" he gave up speaking for the time being as you looked up at him with a confused expression, your hands still holding onto his arm, as if you were trying to latch onto him for a sense of comfort. "its aight, miri told me that you aren't the most social guy.." you sighed, "but id really appreciate if you could keep a look out for that guy.. he looks mad sketchy, also wearing a goofy ass 'all lives matter' shirt..." you whispered to him, starting to walk with him through the bustling streets behind fatgum and red riot, your hands still around his arm as he looked around with an intimidating look, in search for whoever had been bothering you. "...w-what did h-he say t-to you..?" the indigo haired teen asked as you scoffed. "you don't wanna know, amajiki." you told him as he gave you a look. "oh, you actually wanna know? like, deadass?" you asked once more to make sure as he nodded hesitantly. "cmere then.." you signaled him to crouch down a bit so you could whisper all the info into his ear. "w-wha— he f-followed you... for t-that long..?! just because of.. oh.. o-oh no.." he muttered incredulously, now feeling his blood starting to rush in an angry flurry. how dare someone taunt and bother you like this just because you were different? "and then, he called me a——" you whispered the word into his ear as he gasped loudly. "h-how r-rude!!!" he wailed as you huffed in agreement. "and he wouldn't seem to leave me alone.. well, not until i mixed with the crowd and found you, that is.. i think I've lost him.." you said, "thanks, amajiki.. you've already helped me a lot.." you said to him graciously as he gave off an awkward smile in return, averting his eyes from yours. "n-no problem.." he replied, though his job wasn't done just yet. he finally spotted the man at the corner of his eye, whom was seemingly making his way towards you. "oi, the dark one!" they called out as you groaned, "oh hell nah.." you uttered with the roll of your eyes. "we don't need people like you here! the last time i came out to the city, a black pest stole my wallet!" he shouted, most people in a hearing range stopping in their tracks and turning to you, amajiki and the man. "s-she hasn't s-s-stolen anything..!" tamaki stammered, "so l-leave her a-alone!" he urged, the crowd cheering suneater on as others opposed the racist, shouting at him to leave you be. "oh yeah? lemme check her first, she probably stole something from one of these markets!" he said, lunging towards you as everybody gasped. tamaki activated his quirk swiftly, entrapping the man in his manifested tentacles. "don't touch her." he demanded, earring cheers from everyone around, but he didn't really care about all that, he just wanted you to be safe. tamaki turned around, looking down at you with worried eyes as he kept the man trapped with his quirk, "a-are you o-okay..?" he asked shakily as you grinned at him. "yup, i am now," you told him before planting a kiss on his cheek, "you a real one, suneater."

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𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗸𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗼 ^ (𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀);

❤︎aged!up!reader!❤︎

•it all started when he asked you if you fell from heaven. literally. •you're a young adult pro hero whom is good with combat skills and such. •but you aren't the best at using your quirk: hover. •your quirk allows you to hover over 500 feet from the ground, but you'd never used it to its full capacity, only working it up to 100 feet. •you were working on using it to a farther capacity, and since you have a hero license to use your quirk in public, you decided that you'd just work on it while out patrolling. •big mistake.. •but never fear! fast man Hawks was there to swoop you off of your feet and into the sky~

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"you can do this, y/n.." you told yourself as you hovered above countless buildings, which was the height that would usually be your limit. today, that would change, aiming to touch the clouds. you looked up farther into the never ending sky, a small shuddering sound leaving your mouth. maybe it wouldn't be too bad to cancel practice for today and stay on the ground.. "no! i should try at least..!" you encouraged yourself, hovering higher and higher until even the skyscrapers looked like ants. you then felt a strong pressure around your entire body because your system wasn't used to it, making you writhe in the air as your quirk started to deactivate. "nonono, oh shit!!!" you screamed, falling helplessly through the sky, your [color] braids whipping around from the wind as you came closer to the ground, many screams leaving your mouth in fear. before you hit the ground, you got swooped up before the impact, a flurry of red feathers around you. "the fuck—?!" you shouted, looking up to see the undeniably charming face of the one and only number two hero, hawks. "hey there, pretty birdie~" he chirped as you merely glared at him, still shaken from your freefalling. "did it hurt when you fell from heaven???" as he spoke teasingly, you looked down to see that he had flown higher up than you were before, your eyes widening. "g-get me down, hawks!!" you pleaded, your hands gripping onto his brown jacket as he only chuckled.   "i saw what you were doing up here.." he told you, "don't you still wanna learn how to pass your limit? i can teach you if you want~" he offered you sweetly, still flying about with you in his arms as you both soared through the sky, the feeling that you were despite of at first now feeling more comforting and stress-less. "t-that would be great..!" you yelled, since the sounds of the wind made it hard to hear, "but can you put me down..?" you asked him as he blinked before letting out another laugh. "right, i forgot about that! sometimes, when i start flying i can't come down. i should warn you, its addicting to feel so free up here..." he told you. "can you get me down now?! geez, nigga.." you scoffed as he let out an awkward chuckle, "sorry, i should also warn you that talking is addicting to me as well.." he told you, flying down to the surface and putting you down as you shakily stood, your hands clenching at his coat once more as he laughed over your behavior. "we were just a few feet off the ground, it wasn't so bad that youve gotta wobble!" he chuckled as you glared at him. "a few feet???" you gawked. he waved his gloved hand dismissively, linking his arm with yours as he started to walk out into the bustling street with you, the two of you sending smiles and waves to fans whom recognized the two of you as the pros in the top five. "do you have to link onto my arm?" you asked with gritted teeth. he wasn't exactly annoying you, per se, you were just still very frazzled about the little flight he took you on. "of course i have to stay linked onto you!" he laughed, "birds gotta stick together, yeah?" he said. "i ain't a damn bird!" you yelled out as he replied, "but you can fly, can't ya?"

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[mirio, shigaraki, shinsou, etc. will later be added!]

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37 weeks

Summary: your baby came a little early

Warning: Fluff, birth

Title: 37 weeks

Word count: 1.4k

Pairing: Harry styles x pregnant reader

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You were 37 weeks along and you were heavily pregnant. It wasn't a planned pregnancy but you and Harry sure were happy about it. See you both have been together for 3 years now and it didn't surprise you that it happened. Before the tour Harry couldn't keep his hands off of you which led to a bump growing in the oven. Now Harry is on tour for almost 7 months now and he was as anxious as can be when he's away.

Your phone ringing pulled you out of your amazing slumber. You groaned reaching to pick up your phone. You winched at the bright setting, but looked at the caller ID. 

It was Harry

You answered it. "Hello." Harry heard the sleep in your voice and started to feel bad that he woke you up. "I'm sorry love, I woke you up?" You shook your head even though he couldn't see you. "No I should be getting up now really. What are you doing haz?"

He exhaled, "well just finished a show and I wanted to talk to you before I fall asleep." You smiled. "Oh, I would love to talk to you."

You and Harry talked for a while. He asked how you were feeling, how much the baby has been kicking and how your last appointment was. He was such a sweetheart about everything, you're so lucky to have such a loving and caring fiancee.

After a while, Harry started to get sleepy. You both knew it was best if he went to sleep so he could be ready for his show the next day. You said your I love yous and goodnight before you hung up.

You hopped out of bed and went downstairs to make yourself some breakfast. You settled on some cereal and tea. You placed the water on the stove and went to eat your cereal.

You ate and scrolled through your phone until you heard the tea kettle whisper. You got up and winched at a pain in your stomach. You placed your hand on your stomach. The pain disappeared in less than a minute so you thought it was okay. You walked up to the stove and took the kettle off. Another sharp pain filled your stomach, but this time it was stronger. You groaned, gripping the counter. You quickly switched off the stove as the pain took over your body. 

You practice the breathing exercises that you learned in pregnancy class. It helped you a little bit. You got your tea and walked to the living room. You laid down and tried to push the pain away. You couldn't be having contractions, you were 37 weeks along.

You laid and watched TV for a while. You didn't get anymore pain so you thought you were in the clear, but you were wrong. You sat up and the pain came back. "Mm fuck." You had a gush of pain and then you felt wetness in between your legs.

"No, no, no." You looked down and you saw that your sweats were wet. You picked up your phone and dialed Anne's number.

"Y/n, how are you honey?" You winched, "hi uh Anne, my water broke." Anne gasped. "Okay, stay right there. I'm coming." You nodded, "okay."you hung up and waited for Anna to come. She didn't waste any time, she arrived in less than 5 minutes.

She used the key under the flower pot and welcomed herself in. "Y/n." You sighed in relief when you heard her. "In here." Anne walked in and looked at you. "Oh honey, let's get you to the hospital." You got up with her help and she led you to the door. You picked up the hospital bag on the way out not wanting to forget it.

You got in the car and Anne started driving. You picked up your phone, dialing Harry's number through a contraction. 

Harry woke up with a groan, picking up his phone. "Hello." His voice was groggy. "Harry." You said whimpering. Harry quickly sat up. "Y/n what's wrong? Is the baby okay?" You groaned. "Yeah everything is fine, I'm just having contractions." Harry cursed. He got out of bed and started packing his bag."your mom is driving me to the hospital right now." Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that his mom was driving him.

"Alright, just do those deep breath exercises we learned. Do you want me to stay on the phone, love?" You nodded, "Yes please." 

"Okay, inhale and exhale baby." He said as he slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the hotel room. He will call the crew later, but right now the only thing he's worried about is you.

Anne arrived at the hospital and pulled into the emergency entrance. She got out of the car and got you a wheelchair so you could be wheeled in. You were still talking to Harry as another contraction hit. The nurse wheeled you in, into a room. 

"Deep breathes love, everything is okay. We're going to have a baby, isn't that amazing?" He tried to calm you down and that made you smile. "Y… yes, we're going to have a baby." Harry chuckled softly at that thought. "I'm going to hang up because I'm at the airport and my jet is here. I love you so much ok, don't have the baby without me."

"Alright haz." You hung up and turned to Anne. "Thank you for bringing me here." She shook her head, "that's what I'm here for." You smiled at her before turning to the nurse. She asked you a series of questions before she put you on an IV. Anne stayed with you coaching you through your contraction. They started to get even more intense as you inched closer to birth. You were sweaty, crying, and cursing mess but she was by your side, even texting Harry telling him everything that was going on.

Speaking of Harry, he was just landing in London. He called Gemma so she could drive him to the hospital. Harry was getting anxiety. His legs were bouncing, his heart was racing as she drove.

"Calm down Harry, mom is with her. It's going to be fine." Harry looked over at Gemma. He exhaled, "I know, I'm just extremely scared." Gemma smiled at her brother, "it's okay Harry, I promise."

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You were literally on the edge. You were dialed and the doctor wanted you to push, but you couldn't, not with Harry. "I can't without Harry." you were in pain and crying. The doctor nodded, "I know, but you have to push." You wailed out as another contraction came over you. 

"Okay, fuck I'll push!" You hold your legs back and begin to push. You thought contractions were painful, but pushing was worse. You cried out and pushed the best you could. Through the moment Harry arrived. He sprinted to your room. 

They let him in and he took Anne's place. "You're an amazing baby." You whined while taking his hand. The doctor told you to push again and you did. You squeezed Harry's hand tightly, pushing with all your might. The nurse counted to 10 and you took a deep breath. 

"I can see the head, one more big push." You nodded. You took a breath and pushed hard. You cried out, your body felt like it was on fire. It wasn't long before the pain was eventually over when you heard a cry. You looked down and saw your beautiful baby girl. She was placed on your chest, you cried as you looked up at Harry.

He had tears in his eyes. "She's so beautiful." He took a hold of her tiny hand and kissed it softly. You looked at her. "Yes."

"Have we picked out a name for her?" You looked down at the nurse. "Um yes, Darcy Anne." You turned to Anne who was standing in the corner. "I think she deserves to be named after her amazing grandmother. Anne smiled, placing her hand over her heart. "Really?"

Harry nodded, "yes we couldn't have done this without you ma." Harry let go of Darcy's hand and walked up to his mom giving her a hug. "Thank you so much for everything." Anna hugged her son tightly. You smiled, looking back down at Darcy. She was fast asleep, she didn't know it, but she was about to be the most spoiled princess ever. You and Harry were so happy to have her.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭ 。.・

@captainamerica-is-bae @marvelnaturalock

OBEY- X.D.J XIAO DEJUN

Genre: hard dom!xiaojun x reader, smut

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: You are always hard dom!Xiaojun’s good girl, receiving constant rewards and praises. But one thing Xiaojun can’t stand is when his good girl won’t obey rules

Warnings: smut, dominance, thigh riding, degradation, orgasm denial, dirty talk, chocking, spanking, unprotected sex

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You know you’re in trouble. You knew you would be the second you went to the living room and sat on your boyfriend Xiaojun’s lap during movie night with the boys, after he specifically requested you leave them be. You knew you made it worse for yourself when you began palming his dick through his grey sweat pants, and leaving harsh kisses on his neck. You knew you completely fucked up when you started grinding against his thigh. You knew the second he excused himself, grabbing your wrist harshly and dragging you to your shared bedroom that you were going to get punished.

You’ve been sat for what feels like hours now waiting for the boys to leave. Dying to know what Xiaojun is going to do to you. It’s been a very long time since you pissed Xiaojun off this much. He’s a simple man, he just asks you to obey his orders and you usually do. You’re usually his good girl, that’s what he always calls you. Constantly praising his good girl.

You’re dragged out of your thoughts as the bedroom door opens, revealing a very angry looking Xiaojun. He walks in, failing to break eye contact with you as he shuts the door behind himself. You would be lying if you said you weren’t slightly scared of the look he was giving you right now. He looks venomous.

Xiaojun walks towards the bed, sitting down on the edge, “My lap, now”.

You already feel the wet dripping from your heat, he’s going to be ruthless tonight. You stare at him blankly, trying to keep up a though exterior.

He leans forward slightly, and through gritted teeth says, “Baby girl, did i stutter?”

You roll your eyes and move towards him, straddling his lap and smiling at him. You know you’re digging your own grave, but you can’t help but to be excited.

“What the fuck was that tonight, hmm?” Xiaojun questions, eyes cold.

“I’m not sure what you mean Xiaojun” you pout.

“Don’t fucking Xiaojun me brat”,he spits, wrapping a hand around your neck and tightening, “what’s my name?”.

“Daddy” you choke out, bringing your hand up to try and loosen his grip on your neck, only for him to push your hand off immediately. There is no nice Xiaojun tonight, you went too far.

“That’s what i thought, now tell me why your desperate ass couldn’t be a good girl for daddy tonight, hm? you know the rules, why can’t you obey them? I treat you like a princess and this is how you thank me?” he speaks, grip tightening with each word until he suddenly releases, leaving you gasping for air.

“Since you’re so desperate for daddy, ride my thigh” Xiaojun says monotonously, placing his hands behind him on the bed and leaning back, eyes still glued to your face.

“Daddy i-”

“No, you wanted to act like a little slut earlier in front of the boys, i bet you were dying for them to look at you being a needy little slut to daddy earlier, right? You’re gonna ride daddy’s thigh now, i’m not going to help you at all and you’re not going to cum until i give you permission, do i make myself clear?”

“Yes daddy” you mumble, as you start grinding against Xiaojun’s thigh.

It felt euphoric, it was everything you needed. Without Xiaojun even laying a finger on you, the pleasure you’re getting, grinding back and forth on his thigh is driving you insane. Soft moans leave your lips as you begin to pick up your pace, getting into a rhythm.

“Such dirty noises coming from such a dirty slut” Xiaojun whispers, tensing his thigh sending you into a frenzy.

“F-fuck daddy feels so good” you moan loudly, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“Look at you, i’m not even touching you and you’re a mess” Xiaojun darkly chuckles, getting pleasure from seeing his baby being a complete mess on his thigh.

His words just drive you to go faster, harder, louder moans and swears escaping your lips as you feel that familiar knot build up in your stomach.

“Daddy fuck fuck fuck i need to cum please” you moan, frantically trying to grab onto the sheets on either side of Xiaojun’s thighs.

“Hmm? What was that doll? I didn’t hear you” Xiaojun replies to your plea, once again wrapping his large hand around your neck and dragging you closer to him, enabling you to feel his hard dick against you.

“Daddy please let me cum- fuck please daddy”

“You wanna cum for me baby girl?” Xiaojun questions.

“Yes fuck please daddy please” you whimper, so close to becoming undone.

Xiaojun leans in and whispers in your ear, “Well you should have thought about that before you decided to be a fucking brat tonight” as he takes you off of his lap, leaving you in shock. You know he’s not done with you yet, but you really don’t know how much you can take.

“Face down, ass up” he states, unbuckling his belt. You oblige, knowing you can’t take any more punishment than he’s already going to give you.

Without any warning, Xiaojun snaps his hips harshly into you from behind, resulting in a loud scream from you.

Slap. “Who was a bad little slut tonight?”

“I was daddy” you cry.

Slap. “Who do you have to listen to?”

“Daddy”

Slap. “Who’s the only person that can fuck you like this?”

“Daddy” you scream, as he picks up his pace, your ass burning from the pain of every slap Xiaojun has left on it.

Slap. “Who”s pussy is this?”

“F-fuck daddies. Daddy fuck i need to cum.

Slap. “Who tells you when you can come?”. Xiaojun’s hips are slapping into you so fast now you feel like you could faint.

“Daddy does”

Xiaojun grabs your pony tail and drags you up against his chest, his hand slipping in front of you to rub you clit twice as fast as he’s pounding into you. His pace not faltering for even half a second.

“Daddy fuck please let me cum, please, i’ll be your good girl again i promise i”ll always be daddy’s good girl” you scream, seeing stars and shaking intensely from the surplus of pleasure you’re feeling.

“Cum for me baby girl” Xiaojun groans as he releases his own load into you, painting your walls with his cum as you release at the same time, the room being filled with your moans and groans combined.

“There’s my good girl” he whispers into your ear, leaving a gentle kiss on your cheek before placing your shaking body down gently on the bed and leaving the room.

He returns moments later, with a wet wash cloth, a bottle of water with a straw for you and one of his large tshirts.

He sits down between your legs and gently begins cleaning you, “Calm down princess you were such a good girl for me” he smiles.

He makes sure to be extra gentle around your extremely sensitive clit, but he still gets a whine from you when he touches it. “Shh i know angel i’m sorry but i have to get you all cleaned up” he softly says, leaning forward and leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before throwing the wash cloth in the bathroom.

He helps you sit up delicately, putting his large shirt around your body. “Drink some water for me baby, yeah? You need it after all that” he giggles, earning a soft giggle from you.

He lays down in the king sized bed beside you, pulling you into his chest. “You’re my good girl. I always want what’s best for you don’t i?” Xiaojun softly questions, running his hand through your hair to calm you down. This earns a tired nod from you, as you cuddle closer into your loving boyfriends chest.

“I don’t want that monster to take over my baby girl again, okay?” Xiaojun asks, tickling your sides gently causing you to giggle and slap his chest softly.

“I’ll always be your good girl” you mumble, a yawn escaping your lips.

“Mhm” Xiaojun hums, kissing your forehead softly. “Anywhere sore princess?”

“Several places, but we can worry about that in the morning i’m too sleepy” you yawn yet again.

Xiaojun chuckles lightly kissing your temple, “goodnight my angel”.

“Goodnight baby” you smile as you doze off to sleep in the arms of the love of your life.

Bette and Dot Tattler

NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bette loves to express her love after you have sex with them. She will repeat how much she does whilst stroking your back or hair. Dot on the other hand falls straight to sleep. When she cums it makes her very sleepy. So, most of the time she falls to sleep whilst you and Bette talk for a bit.

If either of you wants anything, like a glass of water or something to eat cause you and Bette get hungry after you would get up and make something.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Both of them like their face, but they also like their hands. They love to touch every inch of you with them. They also love the fact that their hands are very talented and they can do a lot with them. Especially fingering you....

On you, they love your lips, love when you bite, mark and suck every inch of their skin. They will deny it but they love when you smirk down to them whilst telling them that they are good girls.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

They aren't a fan of either, they don't like the taste of it. Yours or theirs. Which is completely valid. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Both of them want to bring food into the bedroom, either whipped cream or strawberries or both. Bette more than anything, Dot thinks it will make a sticky mess whereas, Bette thinks nothing of it. Dot does want to try it cause both girls are into trying new things.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very. They had only slept with one person before they met you. So, they were a bit shy and clumsy the first time you slept together. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Them on your thigh. Grinding against it. You love the advantage of controlling their pace with your hands on their hips. seeing both of your girls moaning, whimpering and groaning.  

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very, they get slightly clumsy and will start to giggle when they do. Bette is extremely ticklish on her side so she would laugh a couple of times. Which you love to see. Dot is very sensitive on her neck, so when you kiss her there, you would hear a muffled giggle. You love to see both of them carefree and silly, especially in intimate moments.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not very groomed, but you aren't bothered. It doesn't affect their pleasure and it doesn’t affect yours. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Bette is a very romantic individual. She loves cliches. Roses on the bed, candles lit and soft music in the background. Whereas, Dot has an inner romantic side, which only appears in the bedroom. She loves the romantic atmosphere. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Bette was usually the one to do so, but after they got with you. It lessened and both of them didn’t do it unless you were in the room watching them. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

They love being praised by you. it makes both of them a blushy mess, and very wet. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The comfort of the bedroom. They know it is a safe place for them. That or the kitchen or any other room... but they do like the comfort of their own room. Any flat surface has at least been fucked on... 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Usually when you flirt with them or praise them on normal activities. Bette’s face shows it a lot more than Dot. Her cheeks turn a bright shade of red.  Whereas, Dot bites her bottom lip.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Being degraded, making them feel bad about themselves. You have tried it with permission from both of them, they didn’t like it. It dulled the moment. 

They also don't like being tied up, its not being able to have you close. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

They are more into receiving, they prefer to finger you if they were pleasuring you. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

At first, it was slower, them getting a hang on how to pleasure a woman. It was more teaching them, but they both were very enthusiastic about it. After a while, they enjoyed a more fast pace. It is not too rough but not too gentle. Just the perfect balance of it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Bette enjoys them and would be down for sex whenever and however. She loves quickies and she would usually start them. Dot however, enjoys proper sex. But she will not shut down sex. She does enjoy it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

They do love to experiment. If you bring something u that sparks their interest they are down for it. If one of them isn't completely sure about it, it won't happen. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

They cant go for many rounds because Dot gets very tired after she cums. So it usually lasts about 1 to 2 rounds. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

They do have a favourite, that being a strap-on. They love it when you use it on them. It doesn't matter what position, they enjoy it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

They don't tease at all, Dot tries but you over power her. You tease them, a lot. They will plead with you and beg for permission before they cum.  Bette more than anything, she will beg and plead you to have mercy. Whereas, Dot is very reluctant to do so. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bette gets very loud in the moment. She forgets that there is an outside world. It’s like she’s in her is in her own little bubble. Her moans are very loud.

Dot is very silent. The only time she makes noise is when you hit that special spot inside her and she will groan and choke. when she cums she releases a very breathy moan. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When one was horny, the other one is too. So the amount of morning sex you have increased. Nearly every morning the days starts will both girls being fucked. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

They wear underwear that is usually comfortable. So, it’s usually something cotton. All different shades of underwear. They don't usually wear a bra, it makes them feel very uncomfortable so they op to wear a vest like-shirt.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

one is higher than the other. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Dot falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. Mumbling a goodnight to you and Bette. Bette however, will say how much she enjoyed it and how much she loves you. It usually ends up with her mumbling tiredly until her eyes close and she passes out snuggling into you or if you’re on Dots side, holding your hand close to her face. Placing small kisses on you inner wrist.