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wanna stream a porno | kth
At this point, attempting to deny that you have feelings for Taehyung is laughable. Even his subscribers can sense the chemistry between the two of you.
○ Pairing: Dom!Taehyung x Sub!Reader
○ Rating: Explicit/18+
○ Genre: Frenemies to lovers, sex work, fluff (?), smut
○ Word Count: 4,846
○ Warnings: Sex work (cam), MC uses they/them pronouns, Tae refers to MC as bunny and bun - aka rope bunny which is the term for the person being tied up in a shibari scene, bdsm, bondage, impact play, spanking, use of degrading language - that isn't actually meant to be mean, voyeurism, exhibition kink, Tae makes MC call him daddy so they won't dox him lmfao but it's not a kink - he's doing it as a joke to tease MC, blow job, vaginal fingering, sex toys, crying during sex, subspace/dropping, unprotected vaginal sex, forced orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, implied aftercare
○ Notes: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, BESTIES 🫦 I hope you enjoy the final installment of The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles! Photographer Tae will be missed 💔 I definitely did not proofread this, so abandon all hope, ye who enter! My brain is literally broken.
○ Post Date: February 14, 2024
○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost
○ What was Jai listening to? One Of The Girls (Sped Up) - The Weeknd, JENNIE, Lily-Rose Depp
The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles (mini-series) Masterlist
“Too tight?” Taehyung murmurs against the curve of your ear, his breath tickling your neck.
It’s embarrassing how your body reacts to the sound of his low, velvety voice. You'd snorted when Taehyung first told you that people on the internet paid money to listen to his dirty talk and watch him jerk off. There was no fucking way; he had to be lying. You’d been sure of it.
But now…
Taehyung reaches around your body and tugs on the rope he’s just tied your wrists with. It looks rough, black, and twisted but smooth as it rubs against your skin when you move.
You shiver and shake your head, forgetting what you’d discussed earlier in the day until it’s too late. The smack to your ass stings, and you bite your bottom lip to keep from making any sound.
“What did I tell you, bun?” Taehyung asks softly, running his palm across the skin he just smacked. He squeezes your asscheek and jiggles it before removing his hand.
“I have to use my words,” you speak up like he told you to, even though your voice is hoarse with desire and nervousness. Because, fuck, are you nervous.
“Mhmm…” Taehyung hums in agreement, though he sounds distracted.
You can’t see him from where you kneel on the floor in his bedroom, but you can feel it when he gets up. If you wanted to, you could twist around to face him. It would be difficult, though, with how much of your body is tied up.
Taehyung spent at least twenty minutes carefully weaving intricate patterns against your naked skin, crossing the rope in what almost looks like a star formation across your back that wraps around to the front of your body, keeping your arms tied to your sides and your hands bound in front of you. The rope cages your chest like a harness and extends down to wrap around your legs, forcing you into a kneeling position and making you unable to straighten your legs.
It took you three weeks of practicing before Taehyung could fully tie you up without you going into a panic attack.
“It’s not too tight,” you announce after clearing your throat.
You watch as Taehyung circles your body until he stands in front of you. He reaches out to flick his middle finger against the underside of your chin, prompting you to tilt your head back to look up at him.
“My little rope bunny looks so pretty, all tied up for me,” Taehyung says with a sparkling grin that makes your whole body flush with heat.
“I want to tell you off so badly right now,” you hiss through gritted teeth. Your frustration only makes Taehyung’s grin widen.
“I bet you do. It’s a shame you can’t, but rules are rules.” Taehyung shrugs, not at all nonchalant in his mocking tone.
You close your eyes as he trails his finger down your throat and past your collarbones until he reaches one of your nipples. Usually, it would take more than a gentle brush of a fingertip against your nipple for you to feel aroused, but there’s something about being tied up that has heightened your senses. Every minor touch has your nerves sparking and fraying at the ends. Taehyung isn’t even doing anything, and you’re already wet and aching.
“Taehyung,” you do your best to sound steady and fail.
“Let me fix the cameras and figure out what I’m gonna wear, okay? I’ll be quick; I promise.”
Taehyung rearranged all the furniture in his bedroom to leave an open spot in the corner of the room where he set up cameras and photography lighting. His laptop rests on an end table nearby, the screen showing a mirrored image of you kneeling on the floor on a pale pink silk sheet, fluffy pillows surrounding you in a half-circle. It’s all very Y2K, softcore aesthetic – not what you’d expect from Taehyung. His followers are mostly young women, though, and he says he likes to play up his soft side for them.
It sounds ridiculous, but there’s something about being tied up in such a gentle environment that’s making your pussy throb.
Taehyung is quick, as he promised. He returns, shirtless and wearing a pair of black joggers to match the black rope wrapped around your body. You drag your eyes over his torso, admiring the flat plane of his abdomen and the swell of his pecs. Smooth – it’s the best word to describe Taehyung. His voice, body, and charisma when he murmurs sweet seductions in your ear are always so smooth.
When he catches you staring, Taehyung winks at you. It makes you flustered despite your desire to remain neutral, and you quickly look down to find something else to focus your attention on. In Taehyung’s hands is a long, rectangular purple box. He sets it down next to you on the floor and opens the lid.
You gasp when you see what’s inside.
“Taehyung…”
“It’s for later. Don’t worry about it,” Taehyung says softly, pressing his index finger against your parted lips to quiet you.
On instinct, you close your lips around Taehyung’s finger and suck it gently, swirling your tongue around it. Taehyung’s eyes flutter closed for a few seconds until he pulls his hand away.
“You’re such a slut.”
“Fuck you.”
You can’t help but grin when Taehyung sticks his tongue out at you. He’s an idiot, but you love it. You love him, maybe. To be determined.
Or never. Never is also fine.
“So… what the fuck is gonna happen now? I’m starting to cramp,” you complain as Taehyung messes around with his laptop.
“What?” Taehyung spins around quickly, nearly sending one of his floor lamps crashing when his elbow collides with the stand. “You’re in pain? Where? Let me loosen–”
“Oh my god, Taehyung, I’m fine. I just don’t feel like kneeling naked on the fucking floor while you dick around!”
With a snort, Taehyung turns his back on you.
“I’m just trying to take care of my little movie star, alright?”
The nickname, if that’s what you can even call it, makes your stomach flutter. It doesn’t matter that you’re trying your best to stay unaffected by Taehyung’s bullshit; Taehyung has you under his spell like he always does.
“I know what to say…” you insist with a pout, flexing your fingers. “Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for good…”
It’s elementary, but all the prep Taehyung made you do leading up to this moment showed you how important having a system is, be it a random safe word or the colors. What you don’t want to tell Taehyung is how comforting the rope is. You don’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing that you like being restrained. It’s like a tight embrace, and the rope causes goosebumps to spread across your body when its silkiness rubs against your skin every time you shift positions.
Watching you over his shoulder, Taehyung calls you softly, “I’m going to start the session if that’s okay?”
You nod, adrenaline buzzing through your veins as you hear the little pings from Taehyung’s laptop, indicating that people are paying to join the livestream. It’s still shocking that Taehyung has such a large following. However, it makes sense now that he has been so interested in erotic photography and film for his projects as a university student studying art. Funny how your roommate, Hoseok, never bothered to tell you that his friend does amateur porn – though Taehyung was quick to make it clear that he has never had anyone else on his stream before you.
You’re special.
You wonder who might be sitting on the other end, paying to watch Taehyung pleasure himself every Wednesday night.
“It’s hump day,” Taehyung had said with an exasperated sigh when you’d asked why he chose Wednesdays, as if you were the stupidest person on the planet for asking such a question.
The worst part is wondering if someone watching Taehyung’s stream will recognize you. Taehyung doesn’t shy away from showing his face, but he’d offered you a mask or only to use camera angles that wouldn’t expose your identity. You’d turned down both offers, though you can’t remember why. You can’t remember much of anything, your mind going blank the moment Taehyung addresses the anonymous subscribers waiting for porn.
“Hey everyone, it’s nice to see you all again this week,” Taehyung greets his followers with a deeper and richer voice than you’ve ever heard him use. It makes your body tingle. “For those of you following me on my socials or who joined last week, you’ll know I promised to do something special for Valentine’s Day, right?”
You can’t see the laptop screen; Taehyung is standing in front of it. He’s also blocking the camera, so the people logged into the session can’t see you yet.
“I have a special guest,” Taehyung shifts to the side so you’re in view, “This is Bunny, and it’s their first time on camera like this, so please be kind.”
Unsure of what to do, you wave your fingers in a greeting, unable to do much else since you’re all tied up. It must be enough because Taehyung smiles when he looks at you, and you feel your face heat up from the gentle gesture.
Luckily, Taehyung’s attention quickly returns to the livestream chat. Apparently, Jimin is hanging out in his bedroom, moderating the chat to ensure no one posts anything inappropriate. Knowing Jimin will be watching excites you a little bit.
“Ah, no, we’re not dating,” Taehyung chuckles, and it’s strange to be able to say that you know Taehyung well enough to know that this laughter isn’t genuine. “Don’t get any ideas, though. Trust me. Our little bun might look harmless, but it’s a ruse.”
You can’t help but snort. You’d think Taehyung is stalling, but you’ve learned that his subscribers expect a sort of parasocial relationship with him. He usually warms up by feeding into that. As weirdly cute as it is, your nerves are making you impatient.
“Even though it’s my bun’s first time, I don’t think we need to take it easy on them,” Taehyung smirks into the camera, and more pings ring through the bedroom.
Each ping indicates that the livestream viewers are leaving messages in the chat and sending Taehyung money to request specific actions – actions he refuses to tell you about because that would ruin all the fun.
“Hmm…” Taehyung murmurs, eyes dragging from the streaming platform’s chat feature to you, wrapped up like a pretty present for him. The look is weighty and dark, which Taehyung has never had while looking at you.
Suddenly embarrassed, you drop your gaze as Taehyung approaches where you kneel.
“Are you ready, bun?” Taehyung’s question is softer than the look he gives you.
You nod in return and hope your nerves aren’t visible to Taehyung’s loyal fans. It would suck to fuck this up for him, as much as he annoys you. Admittedly, ever since that impromptu threesome with Jimin, Taehyung has been acting different around you. He’s been almost… sweet.
Taehyung takes out a black, wide-end riding crop from the purple box. He hits the palm of his hand with it a few times as though testing it out. He looks good, the muscles in his biceps shifting and bulging every time he winds up to flick the crop. Your entire body shudders when his dark eyes flit down to meet yours.
“How many times do I have to tell you to speak up, hm?”
Taehyung falls into character quicker than you expect. It gives you whiplash watching him push back his hair, now a light minty color that looks pretty against the pink surrounding you, his gaze an oppressive force crushing you harder than the rope ever could. Your attention briefly falls on the laptop when a few pings ring out.
What if people don’t like you? What if you don’t do well? You’d agreed to do this because Taehyung wanted to expand his portfolio, just like every other time you agreed to spend time with him. You both know that isn’t why you’re here, even if neither of you want to say it out loud.
“Bun.” Using the flat end of the crop, Taehyung lifts your chin to look at him instead of the laptop. “Don’t think about them. Just focus on me, okay?”
“Okay,” you breathe, suddenly feeling lightheaded.
Taehyung drags the crop down your chest, tapping lightly at your tits to watch them bounce against the black rope. Goosebumps rush across your skin like waves in the wake of the crop’s path down your body.
“How many should I give you?”
You blink a few times, eyes suddenly bleary as you watch Taehyung walk around to stand behind you. The camera captures your side profile, allowing viewers to see you and Taehyung clearly. Despite Taehyung’s reassuring words, it’s hard not to think about the anonymous people watching Taehyung caress your body.
“How many what?” Your breath hitches when Taehyung’s hand replaces the crop to run up the length of your spine until he reaches the back of your neck.
“For your punishment, bun. How many hits do you deserve?” Taehyung asks, his voice with a deep timbre. “Lean forward.”
Taehyung squeezes the back of your neck and pushes, forcing your upper body down a bit further while you stay kneeling. Lifting the crop, he smacks your ass three times in quick succession, each hit a sharp sting that makes your body jolt.
“Oh, fuck,” you gasp as you struggle to keep your balance. “Is that really necessary?”
Taehyung clicks his tongue, and even though you can’t see him, you’re sure he has an infuriatingly smug look on his face.
“Count them,” he murmurs loud enough for the stream to pick up.
It’s strange how pliant you become with each hit. Something about the pain zaps something in your brain, sending your nervous system haywire until the stings turn into pleasure. Taehyung focuses each hit on the same spot until your skin becomes tender, but he doesn’t stop until your entire body shakes.
“T-twenty,” you count with a shudder, tears lining your eyelashes and fingers squeezing the ropes on your chest to give you something to hold onto, though it does nothing to ground.
“Very good.” It’s a simple statement, but Taehyung’s praise does something to you. Either that or it’s the feeling of the crop being dragged over your sore asscheek to dip inward.
You gasp when Taehyung pushes the crop through your pussy, spreading your lips open and running the crop along your folds. You’re soaking wet and on edge from him spanking you, so the glide is easy for Taehyung as he begins rubbing your clit. The crop is warm from your body heat, and though the shape is sharp and angular, any amount of stimulation feels good.
“Please,” you beg, bending forward further to expose more of your pussy.
The ropes around your legs keep your thighs spread, putting you on display for easy access. Even though you can’t see it, you’re sure your arousal glistens in the bright lighting, and you can feel your juices leak down your folds.
Taehyung runs his thumb through your pussy lips, swishing your arousal around, dragging up and down your clit before he eventually sinks his index and middle fingers into your pussy.
His name almost slips out when your thighs begin to shake. You want to call out his name and beg him to fuck you, even though everything in you doesn’t want to give him that satisfaction. It’s just too good, and you haven’t fucked since that time with Jimin. Taehyung said it would be better that way to help with your nerves, but now you’re feeling desperate, and you hate the feeling of needing to be filled.
“Fuck, look at you. You like being tied up like this, don’t you?” Taehyung smirks when he tosses the crop to the side and uses his other hand to stimulate your clit while he continues fucking you with his fingers.
You moan loudly, completely forgetting about the people watching Taehyung getting on his knees to finger you, twisting each time he pulls out, just to plunge back in and press downward to stimulate your front wall.
Remembering the rules, you swallow your pride and do what Taehyung wants.
“Yes, daddy.”
It’s humiliating to call Taehyung that. You hate it, but you can’t say his real name on air, and this was what he’d told you to call him – or else you’d be punished. He won’t let you cum if you don’t behave. Though you can’t deny how good Taehyung sounds when he groans at the name, nor how good it feels when he speeds up his fingers.
“Say it again,” Taehyung murmurs, leaning forward to press his bare chest to your back so he can reach your ear. “Baby, say it again.”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Fuck.”
Grabbing your hips, Taehyung yanks you back so he can switch places with you, now kneeling in front of you. Being on this side gives him a better view of the livestream chat. Whatever he finds there makes him smile, something lopsided and suspicious.
“They do have a pretty pussy, don’t they?” Taehyung grins into the camera, reaching forward to cup your pussy. He crowds your space, forcing your face against his crotch when he leans in.
Despite how embarrassing the action is, you mouth at the bulge in his joggers.
“Hurry up,” you whine, knowing Taehyung might scold you but uncaring. “Fuck me already.”
A slap to your tender ass makes you cry out in pain.
“Our friends think I need to do something about your bratty mouth, bun,” Taehyung points out with his arms crossed against his firm chest. “They’re right, of course. You’ve always been so bratty with me.”
“Fuck you,” you hiss quietly, both hoping no one hears you and also that they will.
“You’re cute when you’re acting like a slutty little bitch.”
Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek and turns to the box that had held the riding crop. The insults scratch some itch in the back of your brain, and your pussy betrays you by pulsing with need.
From the box, Taehyung pulls out a pink cordless wand vibrator. The head is smooth and fat, the rest of the wand sleek like Taehyung’s fingers as they grip around the handle. Anticipation burns in the pit of your stomach while you wait for Taehyung to turn the wand on and press it against your swollen, neglected clit.
Instead, once the wand is on, Taehyung presses against the bulge in his joggers.
“Oh my god,” you moan as Taehyung drags the wand up his cock until he reaches the head. He circles it slowly, hips subtly thrust forward.
It makes sense that people pay to watch Taehyung masturbate. He’s pretty when he does it, staring directly into your eyes as he whimpers, breathy and sweet.
Each of his little moans makes you wetter, and your body continues to tremble with need. It’s so unbelievably hot how he tilts his head back, exposing the V of his jaw and his Adam’s apple, bobbing each time he swallows.
“Do you think I’m pretty, bun?” Taehyung smirks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he finally removes the wand from his clothed cock. It’s hard to see the wet patch in his clothes from how dark the material is, but you know it’s there.
“Yes, daddy,” you whisper as Taehyung grabs a hold of your jaw and gives you a quick but firm squeeze that pushes your cheeks inward.
“I know you do.”
Letting go of your face, Taehyung hooks his thumbs in his joggers and pulls down far enough to take out his cock. It bobs and hangs heavy in front of your face, close enough that the tip brushes your cheek and smears precum across your face.
“Be a good bun and suck my cock, yeah?”
Not needing to be told twice, you lean forward to lap at the precum dribbling from Taehyung’s slit, making him groan. His body trembles slightly as you suck him into your mouth, and it feels good to know you’re not the only one affected.
Reaching for the wand again, Taehyung runs the tip along his shaft as you suckle the head of his cock. You can feel the vibrations in your mouth, and the sensation seems to travel down the rest of your body as your pussy pulses.
“Fuck,” Taehyung moans, throwing his head back as you take more of his cock down your throat. “Don’t go any faster. Keep it nice and slow.”
He only lets you suck him off for a bit longer, just enough to get his cock nice and wet from gagging around him. Then he tugs on your ropes, pulling you off of his cock as you gasp for air.
“You okay?” Taehyung brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, wiping away spit and precum, you’re sure. It’s disgusting, but he’s so gentle when he does it that your face grows hot.
“I’m fine.”
“You look pretty like this,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to fuck you, baby. Been thinking about it for weeks.”
It isn’t until Taehyung cradles the side of your face and slots his lips with yours that you realize you haven’t even kissed. You usually don’t, too caught up in the carnal need to consume each other in other ways.
But kissing Taehyung feels good.
He holds you gently as your lips glide together, Taehyung tasting himself on your tongue and moaning into your mouth when he does. You pant against each other in between kisses, Taehyung using the opportunity to bite and suck on your bottom lip until you’re pushing yourself against him, seeking more. You just want to be close, closer.
“Turn around,” he breathes against your spit-slicked lips. It isn’t easy, but he helps you move until you’re facing away from him.
Without being told, you begin to lower your upper body onto the floor, but Taehyung stops you with an arm around your chest.
“Wait.” It’s spoken against your ear, his breath hot like your core as it pulses when you realize what Taehyung is doing.
He turns on the wand to the lowest vibration setting and carefully slips it through the rope wrapped around your hips. Placement presses the head of the wand directly to your clit.
“I can’t,” you squeak, hunching over as the subtle vibrations ripple through you. Normally, the setting would be too low to get you off quickly, but Taehyung has been edging you this whole time.
“It’s okay if you cum, baby. I wanna see how many times I can make you cum.”
Taehyung bites the curve of your ear before shoving the middle of your back until your upper body rests on the floor and your ass is in the air. He’s gentle when he presses his cock against your entrance, the glide easy from how sloppy wet you are. You can hear him bottom out, the sound of your arousal gushing around his cock with each wet slap of his thighs against yours as he thrusts in and out of you.
It only takes three deep strokes before you cum, pussy fluttering around Taehyung’s cock and your body shaking underneath him. The ropes prevent you from wriggling and writhing, and the vibrator on your clit prolongs your orgasm. You feel like it never ends, just wave after wave of pleasure, making your body lock up.
“Oh fuck, fuck, Tae-” You’re cut off by Taehyung’s hand slapped across your mouth.
“Behave, bun,” he growls, never letting up his pace despite how violently your body reacts to the prolonged orgasm.
Grabbing the rope tied around your back, Taehyung pulls on it, forcing you to rock back and forth on his cock at the pace he wants. You’re so wet that he slips in and out of you with wet squelches loud enough to be heard by all his subscribers.
“Oh my god,” you moan as your body rocks against the pretty sheets and fluffy pink pillows. It helps stop you from chafing against the floor, but you don’t care. All you can focus on is how good Taehyung feels, his cock filling you up and his hands tightening the hold the ropes have on the most sensitive parts of your body.
“God, you’re always so fucking creamy,” Taehyung groans, slapping your ass to watch it jiggle on his cock.
You feel another orgasm ripple through you, having barely recovered from the other one. Taehyung fucks you through it still and then fucks you through the next one.
By the time you’ve cum for the fourth time, tears stream down your face.
“Please,” you sob, the buzz of the vibrator and Taehyung’s moans flooding your brain until there’s nothing left.
“One more, bun,” Taehyung grunts as he reaches over to pull the wand out of the ropes. He tosses it to the side and replaces it with his fingers, rubbing quick circles over your clit. “Come on, give me one more so we can finish together.”
The remaining pressure inside of you bursts the moment Taehyung starts playing with your clit. You feel your pussy gush around his cock as you cum even more than before, so much that you can feel it leak down your thighs and soak the bed sheet below you.
A flurry of pings reminds you that you’re on camera. You can barely think straight long enough to understand what that means when Taehyung lets out a broken moan behind you.
“Oh fuck, you just squirted, fuck baby, why are you so hot.” Taehyung’s grip on your hips hurts when he finally cums, still thrusting even when you’ve both been pushed beyond overstimulation.
When he finally pulls out, you sag to the floor. Your entire body aches from being tied up and pounded into, not to mention how sore your ass and clit are from the constant stimulation.
“You’re trying to kill me,” you accuse weakly as Taehyung takes a deep breath, head thrown back, chest sweaty. He’s still wearing his joggers, and his soft cock hangs over the waistband, shiny with cum.
“Fuck,” Taehyung groans, running a hand over his face, “Alright, that’s, that’s all for today.” He crawls over to the laptop and gives the camera a salute. “See you all next week, assuming I’ve recovered.”
The final pings ring out from the laptop before Taehyung snaps it shut and falls back on his butt. He finally tucks his cock back in his pants and turns to where you lie, weak on the floor.
“Shit, let me get you out of this.”
You’re in a haze, something floaty and free, like a cloud, and Taehyung caresses your wispy body as he unwraps you. Your head lulls to the side, and you let Taehyung lift your limbs and shift your body until he’s finished with all the ropes.
“How are you feeling?” Taehyung asks, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Content. Satiated. Happy. In love.
“Tired,” you mumble as you stare up at Taehyung. His eyes are bright, and his cheeks are a soft pink, youthful, and pretty.
“We can take a bath and then go to bed. You’ll stay over?” His voice is a hopeful lilt when he asks, and your stomach flutters.
“Yes, daddy.”
Taehyung’s mouth morphs into that lopsided grin you pretend to hate so much.
“I love it when you call me that.”
“I hate you,” you spit out, but Taehyung kisses you before you can pout more.
It’s a slow kiss, far too gentle for what you’ve all just finished doing. Taehyung sighs into the kiss, tilting his head to deepen it, though his lips glide languidly rather than rushed with need like they had before.
You slip your arms around his broad shoulders and appreciate the stretch of being free from your restraints.
“You did so well, seriously. I’m really proud of you. You were so sexy and, fuck. I’m…” Taehyung trails off as he helps you stand up, keeping you cradled against his body when you start to sway. “Thank you for doing this with me.”
You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and find no bratty comeback, only a flood of happiness that nearly chokes you.
“Maybe we can do it again if you wanna,” you offer with your lips against his neck. His skin is salty with sweat, but you flick your tongue against him anyway, just to make him squirm.
Taehyung pulls back slightly to stare at you. “For real?”
“If you keep asking, I might change my mind!”
You try to wiggle out of Taehyung’s arms, but he keeps you close. It’s fine; you don’t really want to be anywhere else but here, pressed against Taehyung’s broad frame, blanketed by his gentle attention.
Even if he is annoying.
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Can you do like a God Miguel and devil fem reader, this is my first request so please no hate 😭 Oh yeah AND SMUTTTTT
That man is basically a God, haha. Usually I see this request the opposite way, so this is going to be so much fun!
Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, teasing, taunting, handsy, oral sex (m receiving), riding, rough sex, dirty talk, doggy style, creampie
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"C'mon, Big Boy. Afraid to show a lil ol' devil like me what a taste of Heaven looks like?"
This was a sight to behold. No one had ever dared to question or even go against Miguel's ruling. There was a reason why the two dimensions were split between Heaven and Hell. There were a whole list of reasons.
One of them, being devils like you.
You gave a wicked smile towards Miguel, the God of Heaven himself, the ruler of all Angels. Hell, the very man whom separated the Angels and Devils. He was one who controlled all. One who could change the course of fate itself.
"What's a Sinner like me to do in order to enter your pearly white gates of Heaven?" You cooed, getting on your knees.
"You have already made your choices in life. You must live with the consequences of your actions." Miguel spoke.
You gave a pout, pressing your lower lip out while pressing your breasts together.
"But, it wasn't all my fault! I'm here to confess my sins and do right. Please, give me a chance? Isn't that what Angels do? Give second chances?" You begged.
Miguel grunted lowly as he shooed his Angels away. They had started to whisper amongst themselves because sadly, you were right. Miguel disliked it when a devil would sway the good hearted with cruel twists of truth.
"You wish to be redeemed? How do you plan on doing so?" Miguel asked. You bit your lower lip, finding his scowl hot,
"I'll do anything."
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Miguel sure had you work your way into heaven. As God, he personally oversaw your progress. Every human you helped; everyone good deed you did; everything was in his sight.
Even your advances. You were sly as you did your job. Poking your ass out slightly; accidently having a tit pop out; hell even using the old lollipop trick. You were doing whatever it took to try and sway Miguel in your favor.
"Hm, excellent work. Perhaps I just might consider your arrival into heaven after a few thousand more good deeds." Miguel hummed. You felt your eye twitch,
"Thousand? Isn't there anything more..." You slid your hand down Miguel's chest, "Intense I could do?"
"Have you forgotten who I am?"
"I haven't," You whispered in his ear, slowly lowering your tank top, "I know that you rule over everything. You see everything while no one can see you. You poor stressed God."
"I'm not stressed." Miguel huffed as he glanced around the human world, "I know what you've really been after this whole time."
"Hm? You have?" You cooed, "Then why entertain me?"
"Because even a God gets bored."
In the next second, both you and Miguel were in what looked like a human hotel room. A smile curled upon your lips as you spread your legs on the bed, slowly removing your top. You gave Miguel a seductive look, motioning him over,
"So bored that you'll entertain a devil?" Miguel scoffed,
"So bored that one might say I am stressed." He tried to change the topic, but sighed, "Sometimes even I grow jealous of how easily humans find pleasure."
You raised a brow, your smile growing wider. You sat up, reaching for Miguel. Your hands stroking down his chest as you threw your top across the room.
"Allow me to give you a show then?" You whispered.
Swapping places with Miguel, you proceeded to give him a little lap dance. As you moved your ass against his crotch, you started to take your bra off. For a God like him to entertain a devil like you, oh this was going to be good.
You nibbled against his ear as you took off you pants, revealing no underwear. A chuckle escaped your lips as you glanced down towards Miguel's erection.
"Hm, does mini God wanna play?" You cooed.
"Perhaps I could show you what heaven tastes like after all." Miguel played along.
Oh, that made you wet. You hands were all over Miguel now. You just had to strip him, but slowly. You cute little devil tail twirled as you started to grind against Miguel's white robes. You stroked his face, watching his temptation grow,
"Shall I do all the work?" You whispered. Miguel just smirked,
"Weren't you the one who needed to get into heaven?"
You huffed as you removed his robes. Eyes widening at the sight of his dick. He wasn't a God for nothing. With a lick of your lips, you got on your knees and started to work your magic. You had good deeds to do after all.
"How many deeds if I make you cum?" You hummed with a lick of his tip.
"A hundred."
"Oh? Then I'll have my work cut out."
"It's a good thing stamina doesn't exist for me." Miguel said with a smirk, which made you quiver.
Ignoring that thought for now, you returned to stroking and sucking Miguel's dick. Of course God doesn't have stamina. Even devils and angels had it. Well, at least you were trying to earn his forgiveness and not the other way around.
You moaned lowly as you started to take Miguel deeper. His dick was thick and long. Just the thought of him ravishing you was making you horny. Not to mention the sounds of his grunts was delicious. If only you were a succubus, this would make a fine meal.
"Still waiting to be impressed." Miguel teased.
You felt your eye twitch as you kept sucking. What more did he want? Gasping, you felt his hands on your head as he started to thrust into your mouth. Tears started to form as you tried to breathe through you nose.
"Here's your first hundred." Miguel groaned.
You nearly gagged as Miguel cummed inside your mouth. Moving away, you swallowed what you could, but coughed up the rest. There was so much. Wiping your mouth, you glanced at his still harden erection and chuckled,
"If that's the case, then this will be easy."
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"Are you giving up already? What a poor little slutty devil you are." Miguel mocked as you bounced on his cock.
You were drooling as you rode Miguel. His dick fit so nicely inside you, stretching all your walls as you fucked him. His tip hit the far back of your cervix, making you really see heaven in a different light. You had only fucked him for a few minutes and you felt like giving in.
"Is this all Hell has to offer?" Miguel asked. You flinched, feeling yourself about to cum again,
"N-No...J-Just....so...ah~" You whined, jumping down once more only to cum.
"This is why you need my help."
Miguel held your waist and started to thrust up inside you, causing you to moan and squirm. His dick was too much. He was hitting you in all the right places. Gripping your hips, Miguel watched your tits bounce as he fucked you from below.
"Tsk, tsk, this poor little devil wants forgiveness right?"
"Y-Yesh~"
"I'll give it to you. One load at a time."
You shuddered towards his words as he released a heavy load inside you. Gasping, you felt Miguel press you against the bed, entering you from behind. His grip was still tight as he started to pound your pussy.
"Such lewd sounds you're making. Does my dick feel that good?"
"Ah~ Ah~ Y-Yes!" You cried out, gripping the bedsheets. Miguel chuckled, listening to the sound of his dick slapping into you,
"Can you feel my holy presence inside you? Is this the taste of heaven you wanted so much?"
"Ah~ Mhm~"
You couldn't think. You felt your eyes roll back as you focused on Miguel pounding you. His hot cum just begging to spill before his next load. This was truly paradise.
"So cock drunk that you can't even think. What a slutty devil you are." Miguel hummed, feeling you cum around him, "But you are doing the best deed there is."
"Mhm!" You gasped as Miguel slapped into your gummy walls faster,
"Keep coming to me for your forgiveness and I'll happily give it to your horny pussy." He groaned, cumming once more, "How does that sound?"
"Ah~ Y-Yes~ Yes~" You moaned loudly.
Miguel just chuckled in response, turning you over. You were out of breathe and fucked out. Miguel glanced at your body, watching your devil wings disappear since you had no energy. Another chuckle escaped his lips as he watched his cum leak out of you,
"Don't suppose you want to start a new race? I have unless stamina after all."
You had a long road of forgiveness ahead of you, but you weren't complaining in the slightest.
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I CAN FEEL THE JUDGEMENT FROM ABOVE, BUT WE ALL KNOW I'M GOING DOWN! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!
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Emails, Transfer Disputes and Harper
Summary: You get a long awaited email, there are some transfer disputes at camp and you spend time with Harper
Warnings: Some swearing, yelling I guess, angst (I think)
A/N: Plot twist..... maybe, maybe not?
You were sitting against the back wall of the common room finishing off the last of your schoolwork for the day. When you got an email, not just an email, the email, you opened the email and started reading, not caring that essentially the rest of the team was in the room.
‘Dear Y/F/N Williamson, this email is regarding your senior education, blah blah, after many discussions within our team and consultations with Arsenal FC and Football Australia we have come to a decision on your request, blah blah, I am pleased to inform you that your request has been fulfilled in addition to the removal of all internal exams, which will instead be replaced with assignments, thus in your final year of your education you will have three assignments per subject to complete. Blah blah blah’
It’s safe to say a wave of relief flooded over you, you had put in this request 6 months ago, your final year of school was looming just 3 weeks away now, and so too were the Olympics in a year, tears started to stream out your eyes, you couldn’t believe it, you didn’t think they would say yes, the request was purely put in to see, no one thought they would say yes, let alone do more.
“What’s wrong” a soft voice said as a small hand was placed on your shoulder, you looked up to see sweet little Harper in front of you.
“These aren’t sad tears Harps, these are happy tears,” you replied to her, pulling her in for a great big hug.
“What’s happening, are you okay Y/N/N?” Steph said as her and Sam walked in totally confused, everyone turned around to see you tears streaming down you face, hugging harper, with a huge smile on your face, they were also totally confused.
“They, they said yes Steph,” “Who did? Wait. No, they said yes! Om my God, I’m so happy for you.”
“Who said yes?” “The education people, she-”
“Read,” you said shoving the computer into Steph’s hands, standing up, now holding Harper, who just pressed her head into the crock of your neck and relaxed, which Mini took a photo of, she had so many photos of you and Harper together, she could fill a stadium with them.
“Dear Y/F/N Williamson, this email is regarding your senior education, whatever, whatever, after many discussions within our team and consultations with Arsenal FC and Football Australia we have come to a decision on your request, whatever, I am pleased to inform you that your request has been fulfilled in addition to the removal of all internal exams, which will instead be replaced with assignments, thus in your final year of your education you will have three assignments per subject to complete. Whatever, whatever.” Said read the email out loud, her mouth dropped in shock. “Wait, they’re doing more?”
“Yep” you replied emphasising the P.
“Wait this means you are available to be picked for the Olympics now, we need to go to Tony”.
“You do know there is no guarantee you will be picked though right” someone said.
“Uh, have you seen the girl play,” Sam responded.
“She makes the oppositions defence look like a joke; trust me I’ve been on the other side of it” Alanna added.
“Anyway, if I don’t get picked for this team, I have been promised there is a spot for me on another team. I’ll tell Tony tomorrow; I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve been told as well though.”
“You know what I loved to see you place against Barca,”
“Well, if you accept Emma’s offer that could hap-” Sam started but you cut her off “Yeah and if I accepted Barca’s offer I could play for Barca.”
“Wait, you’ve got offers from Barca and Chelsea?” Steph asks.
“Yeah, and City, and like basically every other club, can we not talk about this right now?”
“But have you actually thought about this, this is serious,” “Yeah, I’m not an imbecile contrary to what you may think, Arsenal found out and offered more than Barca and Chelsea, but they raised them, I told Arsenal, and they are coming back to me,”
“Wait, Emma raised her offer? She was already offering more than she pays me, that’s insane, and Barca did too, and Arsenal might raise them again.” Sam questions with surprise in her voice.
“Yeah” you say back to her, slightly insulted by how much shock she is in.
“So, you’re staying at Arsenal?” Caitlin askes.
“I don’t know, I have to think about it, talk to my parents about it, have the dreaded conversation with Leah, honestly Leah is probably the reason Arsenal is trying to raise again, if I go, she’ll probably go too. But even if she doesn’t go lets be honest, the team works the way it does and its successful because of the dynamic we have, a very fragile dynamic at that, with any one of us gone, its going to fall down a cliff, which is risky, its risky to stay at Arsenal, Barca might not ever offer this sort of money again, or even worse they might not ever give me an offer again” you pause for a moment before you put Harper on the ground “why don’t you go back to your Mama” she nods and walks back over to Mini, who sends you an apologetic look, she knew why you put Harper down and it shouldn’t have to be that way but it is “Arsenal is the dream team, you are all amazing everyone there is my family, but Barca is also the dream team, playing with the best players day in day out at training, competing against some of the best, a +66 goal difference, I mean how could you not want that, and the fact that they increased their offer after Arsenal raised them that means something, you get an offer at Barca you jump at it you, don’t look at the figure, you don’t question, we all know how it works, you question, you hesitate Barca takes the offer away, and Lucy and Kiera say everyone there is super friendly and lovely and they think I would fit right in.”
“You’ve spoken to Lucy Bronze and Kiera Walsh about Barca? But haven’t mentioned a word about it to anyone at Arsenal, your club”.
“Yeah, it’s not like I owe you guys anything”.
“So, Chelsea isn’t on the cards th-” “No Sam Chelsea isn’t on the cards, Chelsea was never on the fucking cards, it was always going to be Baraca or Arsenal. Why am I letting you all do this to me? It’s my decision. It’s my fucking life! I’m going up” you start to walk away, before you turn around and look at Sam and Steph “and don’t you dare even think to follow me,” and with that your gone.
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“Shit” Sam said.
“Well, we fucked that one up,” Steph added.
“Yep, you did” Raso replied as she got up.
“Where are you going?”
“To go check on her,”
“But-” “no, that was directed at you two, and also anyone else who said something, I’m neutral territory here”.
The team was left in silence until Steph broke it “Shit, I have our Room key. We were on better terms this morning; we didn’t think she would need her own”.
“I’ll go up, give it here, she probably won’t want to stay in there tonight anyway. She can stay with me. Here Charli take Harper, I’ll be back down for her though”.
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“Hey kid, are you okay?” Hayley asks you; she seems very hesitant, she didn’t get much else in before Mini came up.
“Rass, I’ve got it from here” Mini said, Hayley got up and left, knowing this was more of a Mini job.
Mini sat down next to you, “No, but are you okay?” she asks while putting an arm around your shoulders, a few tears escape your eyes, which you quickly and aggressively wipe away.
“I-I, I don’t know” you sigh.
“They shouldn’t have done that, they immediately regretted it, but still they shouldn’t have done that, it’s absolutely incredible that, this is happening, they should be happy for you, but I think they let their pride and hurt egos get in the way.”
“I just don’t understand how they can go from talking about how ‘amazing’ I am to then being surprised I got an offer from more than one club, and from big clubs at that.”
“Yeah, I know, I think Steph was a bit caught out, she spends so much time with you and-”
“Yeah, but it’s not like anyone knew, not even Leah”.
“Yeah, I know, I think Steph was truly caught off guard, you talk like Arsenal is your home and then just blurt out you’re thinking about moving, I don’t think she thought you had thought about it.”
“Well, Arsenal is my home, but they say home is where the heart is, and I think if you take out the players my heart isn’t there, and I just feel like things are getting too easy at Arsenal, and I want a change, I’ve been part of arsenal for so long, first through Leah, then the academy and now, I love arsenal, it will always hold a piece of my heart, but I think I need to move, I want to improve, and that’s not going to happen at Arsenal”
“Well, that was easy”.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty certain you’ve made your decision, you just need to tell Leah, and the others. Trust me, once they get over their hurt egos, and feelings of betrayal they will be happy for you, and Leah has already been caught off guard by you once”.
“Yeah okay, where is my number one supporter by the way?”
“Oh she is downstairs with Charli, I thought it was best if I left her down there so we could have an adult conversation, but I have this which you might want.” She hands you your room key, “get the stuff you’ll need for tonight and tomorrow, you can have a sleepover with harper and me tonight, she is going to be so excited.”
“Y/N/N!” Harper exclaims when she walked into her room to find you sitting there.
“Harper” you exclaim back matching her energy, she jumps into your arms, and you throw her into the air and catch her, before jumping onto the bed, “what do you want to do?”
“Ice cream?” you look over to Mini.
“Why not, let’s go”. You Mini and Harper go out to ice-cream together, as you walk past the others in the common room you just ignore them, they all seem to be sitting in an awkward silence.
“Harper, you are all sticky, where are the wipes?” you exclaim as harper smushes her sticky face into you for a hug after she had finished her ice-cream.
“Here,” Mini slides the wipes over to you.
“No don’t, hey come back here,” Mini pulls her phone out to film the two of you, harper is running around the park to get away from you and you’re chasing her with a wipe in either hand.
“Ha, got you,” you say as you grab her, proceeding to wipe her sticky face and hands.
“Park?” “You want to go play in the park?” Harper nods her head, so you take her hand and walk over to the park together, you spent most of the afternoon in the park. You pushed harper on the swings. Unsuccessfully taught her how to pump herself on the swings. You went down the slide, a few too many times. Your afternoon was finished off by teacher harper how to do the monkey bars, which she was very good at – with help of course. Mini sat at the table while you two played, she looked up every now and then to check things were okay, but she seemed to make many phone calls, usually you would ask who it was, but you were having too much fun with harper to care.
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“I just won’t have dinner tonight, I’ll be fine,” “No, you will be going to dinner, Tony said he wanted everyone there, especially after what happened today, and no one is allowed to leave until he has spoken to us” you huff “Come on lets go now, you can sit with us, just sit at one of the back tables, you can then sit somewhere so you don’t have to see them,” Mini said as she dragged you up.
“Here take her, go sit, I’ll get food,” Mini says handing Harper to you as you walk into the dining room, there are only 4 people in there currently not including you three, yet somehow one of the people you really don’t want to see is standing at the food bar. You go and find a seat, Mini comes back, with food. You have finished yours, but Harper hasn’t even touched her diner, she insists you feed her, so that you do, until Mini saw something.
“Um,” “What?” “I’ll message you,” she pulls out her phone, you phone vibrates on the table, and you quickly pick it up to read her message.
Gorry: Steph just walked in, gave Sam a dirty look as she walked past and Sat down at a different table.
Your jaw drops and Mini nods her head, you make questioning eyebrows at her and she just shrugs. You two captains always sat next to each other during mealtimes, or at least at the same table, you were often seen with them too but every now and then you sat with others, trying to expand your social circle. So, the fact that they aren’t sitting together is very odd.
After everyone had basically finished their dinner Tony got up, and started to talk, “Girls, I would just like to say the behaviour today was unacceptable, and I am extremely ashamed at the actions of our captains and older teammates, if anything it was our youngest teammate who showed the most maturity by walking away. Please know that if this sort of behaviour ever happens again on camp there will be punishment, and I’m not just talking laps. Steph and Sam can I talk to you outside please, the rest of you are free to enjoy your night.”
“I can’t believe I am having to do this girl, and I still can’t believe I saw what I saw this afternoon.” Tony starts yelling at your captains not realising the door hasn’t shut completely.
“Wait what happened? Why am I not getting in trouble, he wasn’t there was he?” you ask Mini.
“I don’t know, and no he wasn’t”.
“Oh boy did you two miss something, it was kind of good you left when you did,” Macca started.
“Yeah so basically once you had gotten harper and left, Steph finally broke the really awkward silence and asked Sam why she reacted the way she did when you said Arsenal raised and then Barca and Chelsea did again, and Sam was like ‘She is only sixteen and getting paid more than me, and I’m assuming you too’, which to be honest was a low blow, like she just attacked Steph there but anyway, Steph then said ‘Well, yeah she is fucking good’, and Sam replied ‘oh course you would say that,’ Steph asked her what she meant and she was like ‘oh well she’s your little mini me, always with you, always coming to you for help, and you always drop everything to help her, you act as if she is the sun and we all revolve around her’ which obviously Steph was taken aback by and was like ‘Oh, so now I’m the bad guy for not only fulfilling my captain duties but being a nice person, you know Sam we are meant to be approachable and help our teammates especially the younger ones, and of course she comes to me for help, she’s a kid, like we joke Kyra and Charli and all that are kids but she is actually a kid, you have to take more care with her, help her more, help her understand. Just because your ego is hurt at the fact that a 16-year-old is going to get paid more than you and you don’t know how to feel because a 16-year-old is better than you doesn’t mean you can take it out on me, and you are blind if you actually were surprised that Barca and Chelsea raised their offers again, she is incredible, will be the player of her generation,’ and then Sam just scoffed and was like ‘whatever you suck up’ and then Tony walked in and got super mad and send us all to different rooms and stuff” Hayley gives you both a brief recount of the day.
“Yeah, you really did miss a lot,”
“Yeah, it seems we did,”
“But wait Steph was protecting me, I thought she was having a go at me? I think I was just so mad at Sam; I kept it going”.
“Yeah no, originally I don’t know if she was having a go or just questioning but after you left, she really did confront Sam and I mean Sam was in the wrong, Steph could’ve just dealt with it in a better way.”
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“I think someone is tired, should we head up?” you say, after Harper yawns, looking at Mini for confirmation who nods, you pick harper up and rest her on your hip, she puts her head on your shoulders and her eyes start to droop. Once you arrive to your room you get dressed into your Pjs and so does Harper, you both already have had your showers for the day.
A phone vibrates and look over to mini, “that was you”, so you pick up your phone to see a message from Steph.
Steph: Hey can we talk? I understand if you don’t want too.
You: Hey um yeah but it’s easier if we message, Harper has fallen asleep on top of me.
Steph: Yeah, no that’s fine, I don’t know if I’m allowed to come out of our room anyway and if you even allowed to come in.
You: Oh
Steph: But I just wanted to say sorry for what happened this afternoon, I was out of line, and I just want to apologise, I am really sorry.
You: For what happened when I was there or what you said to Sam?
You: But in all honesty, it’s okay, I was getting defensive at Sam and snapped at you when you didn’t deserve it you were just questioning. But also thank you for stepping up and confronting Sam for me even if it got you in trouble.
Steph: Wait who told you about that?
Steph: But I was just telling her the truth and really, I should’ve stopped her earlier, it shouldn’t have gotten to the point that you had to walk away.
You: It’s okay Steph, I promise I forgive you but maybe not Sam, at least not yet. She was mean to both of us.
Steph: Okay, I will make it up to you I promise.
You: Hmmm, I will think about what I want…..
Steph: I never said I would by you anything, maybe I was just going to be nice, get you out of fitness testing
You: Hey no, that isn’t nice, I looove fitness testing
Steph: Weirdo
You: Hey
You: Love you heaps, good night (well not for you but for me), see you tomorrow, I can’t wait to see you! I have so much to tell you.
You: Shit that was meant for Leah not you
You: But love you anyway, see you in the morning.
Steph: Love you, sorry again, night night
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You were standing at the breakfast bar contemplating your morning meal like you were contemplating life when you saw Steph walk in, you immediate walked over to her and hugged her, in which she returned wrapping her arms around you tightly as if to never let go, you could really sense her guilt, you stayed like that for at least a minute and only pulled away because Sam wanted to talk to you.
“Hey, I’m sorry for yesterday, I shouldn’t have said what I said, and I’m really sorry” she said very awkwardly.
“Okay, thank you.” You say bluntly before walking away.
“What so she is hugging you, but I don’t even get an I forgive you?”
“Well, she doesn’t like lying and I don’t think she does forgive you yet,” Steph said before walking away and following you.
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Forever Entwined
~ Eris Vanserra X Reader
The third and final part in the One Last Night Mini Series.
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Summary: Now free from the cruel grasp of his father, Eris is the new High Lord of the Autumn Court. After reluctantly avoiding you for a few days while his new power settles, Eris takes it upon himself to show you just how much he missed you when he returns.
Warnings: Smut!!! MDNI 18+ piv, oral (f receiving), fireplay? (Think Rowaelin beach scene)
It had been five torturous days since you last saw Eris. Since you last held his shaking form on the floor of the throne room. The transition began soon after his father’s death, Beron’s formidable powers now flowing through Eris’s veins. The male had known enough about the process, known about how a High Lord coming into their power can bring forth their primal instincts, how it can heighten your emotions until you’re uncontrollable and insatiable. The unpredictability of how he would act was enough for him to beg his mother to take you away as soon his family crashed into the room, shock across their faces as they took in the sight of a bloodied Eris and his deceased father.
Doing as her eldest son commanded she grabbed you by your arm, ripping you from the growling male as she tried to remove you from the room. You didn’t make it easy for her, trying to break her firm grip so you could run back to a now screaming Eris. The Autumn Prince had begun to writhe in pain, his body trying to fight the invasive powers forcing their way into his system, contaminating his very being until it flowed through him as naturally as blood.
It was agony, leaving Eris while he was in such a fragile state, but his mother continued to walk you away from the scene. Whispering words of support, of how Eris would come find you when the transformation was complete and her son had control over his senses.
That was five days ago. You were aware of the new duties he would be forced to endure as High Lord, especially if he wanted there to be a smooth transition of leadership. It would take time to weed out the thorns his father had nurtured in Autumn during his centuries of control.
His disheveled mother had shown up at the door of your bed chambers two nights ago, face drawn with fatigue as she no doubt had spent the past few days tending to her struggling son. Her news, despite how her appearance may have told you otherwise, was good. Eris’s powers had finally settled and the agony he had been forced to endure had come to an end.
Foolishly you believed that this would mean the male would come and seek you out. That he would desire to speak about what had unfolded the night he left just as much as you did. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side. Two long days had passed since his mother arrived at your door and there was still no sign of Eris.
You tried to search for him, wandering past his office multiple times a day and occasionally hovering by the throne room. However, he was never present anywhere you went and a horrible sinking feeling in your gut told you that the new High Lord had been avoiding you.
A cruel voice in your ear, one only you could hear, whispered twisted tales of how the soon to be Autumn King thought himself too good for you now. How you had only acted as a place holder until someone better and newer came along, you merely serving to entertain the male until that day arrived. You scarcely wanted to believe it, cursing the hellish thoughts of your own creation.
You loved Eris and he loved you too, of that you were sure. And so, difficult as it may have been, you continued on with your life. Keeping yourself busy in the hope that it would pass the time along faster, wasting away the minutes until you would face Eris again. Not having to wait too much longer, as the moment finally arrived soon after you returned to your usual routine.
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He made his presence known by a firm knock at your door. Surprise crossing your face as you answered the call, finding it strange how something so ordinary could seem so unusual for you. All that time you had spent sneaking around and not once did you knock upon the others door before entering, not when that sound could lead to someone discovering your relationship. Yet here he was now, knocking on your door as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
Any anger you had felt for the male drifted away as you absorbed his appearance. High Lord was a good look for Eris, his new powers allowing his skin to softly glow like candlelight. It was hypnotising, his burning ethereality which enabled him to be likened to a dancing flame. Though his new angelic form did nothing to hide the untamed beast waiting in anticipation, reflected in the wide, black pupils of his eyes.
“You’re here” you spoke, voice wavering in anticipation, eyes meeting his burning amber ones, transfixed by the flames dancing within.
“I’m here” he replied, voice thick with the new authority he held.
“Why now?” Your voice broke as you said the words aloud. You knew there was a multitude of reasons he could use to explain his absence, and for him you would understand each and every one of them. But a small part of you just needed to hear it spoken out loud, to be able to fully rid yourself of the fear and doubt which had crawled its way into your life just as soon as Eris had left it.
He took a deep breath before entering your room, pulling the door to as he did so. His actions providing him with the time needed to formulate his words. “I had to,” he explained, warm hands reaching out to hold you by your hips, needing to feel your soft touch to bring himself some stability, “The…the transformation has been so overwhelming.”
“I know that Eris, it’s ok. You don’t need to explain, I wouldn’t want you to go through it again” you spoke, placing a comforting hand on his chest. You could scarcely imagine what he had been through in the past week. Loosing you, having to kill his own father, the once alien powers which now coursed through him like the oxygen he breathes, the unwavering responsibility he held to his court. It was enough to drive anyone mad.
“No…” Eris replied as if reading your thoughts, “i’ve been in agony but not because of the change. No, staying away from you has been the hardest part of all. The torment of not being able to take you in the way I so desperately desired.”
A sharp breath caught in your throat, your fingers grasping onto the material of his loose white shirt, needing to ground yourself before your knees started to tremble at the force of his words, at their implications.
“Then why didn’t you take me?” You asked, failing to hide the slight tremble in your voice at the sight of his frenzied eyes, your lips drifting towards his in your mesmerised state. He twitched slightly, as if fighting some inner demon, and drew his lips away from yours so he could continue to speak before his senses ran away along with his control.
“Because,” he started, gliding a smooth hand up to your cheek so he could cup it, brushing his manicured thumb over your skin which was now blushing from the intensity of his gaze, “as much as I wanted to take you on my bed, rutting into you for hours like a feral beast, or devouring your taste as I worshipped you on my throne, I couldn’t. Not while I was so senseless I couldn’t offer you the apology you deserve.”
Despite his good intentions, you would be a fool to deny that you wouldn’t have minded enacting his fantasies. The image of the High Lord on his knees, his head between your thighs as you sat on his iron throne, was enough to bring a rush of pulsating need directly to your core.
Eris no doubt smelt your ever-growing arousal, a low growl escaping from his mouth as he attempted to reign in control of his impulses so he could provide you with the apology he came to deliver.
“I don’t regret it” Eris continued with his speech, but the tightening of his grip on your waist, enough to leave bruises in its wake, told you enough. His hunger for you in this moment was just as strong as yours was for him, “Telling you not to wait for me was the right thing to do. It was the only way to ensure you didn’t live a life of misery.”
You went to speak, to tell him how it didn’t matter and your life would have been miserable either way, after all there was no happiness without Eris. However, the male interrupted you, needing to get the words out whilst he was able to, whilst he was still in control.
“I want it all” he pleaded, “The cottage, the garden, the children. I want it all with you. It has to be you, if you want it that is.” The raw emotion that carried in the words Eris voiced was enough to bring tears to your eyes. “Yes” you didn’t hesitate to answer, wrapping your arms around his large frame to close the gap between you, his arms completely engulfing your small frame, “I want it too Eris. I need it. I need you.”
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Your words were enough to snap the tether holding him back, the male lunging towards your neck, desperately leaving kisses onto the warm skin. His lips burned against you, branding you, marking you as his as he sucked harshly on the exposed skin, leaving a trail of purple bruises in his wake. His white hot hands exploring every inch of your body that he could possibly reach, your own doing the same to his.
The thirst for your palms to run across the smooth expanse of his bare skin was too great to ignore, breaking Eris’s assault of your neck to hurriedly tear his shirt over his head. Once the article of clothing was removed it was your turn to gift small bites and kisses to his trembling chest, following the path up to the sweet spot you were all to familiar with at the base of his neck, a pleased groan breaking from his throat once you found it, suckling against his warm skin.
His wandering hands found the back of your dress, nimble fingers brushing over the laces of your corset. Too impatient to break the moment and spend the time unlacing them, Eris ignited a glowing flame and set the dress alight. The blazing flames licking at your naked skin as the material turned to ash.
The golden flickers absorbing you in their heat didn’t burn, instead a pleasurable tingling sensation followed in their wake. Your wide eyes locking on to Eris’s own, black with lust at the sight of his fire devouring you, allowing you to burn brightly like you were a spirit of the sun.
Not needing to fear the heat you were emitting, his hands travelled to your breasts, allowing the tips of his fingers to brush over your sensitive nipples. His hungry lips following suit, closing around your breast and sucking, a strangled moan forcing itself from your mouth at his actions. “My little flame” he crooned as he turned his attention to your other breast, his tongue moving in time with the dancing flames that still engulfed you.
Needing more, the desire to feel him deep inside of you ever growing, you voiced your pleas to Eris, the male totally focussed on littering your breasts with purple marks, running his tongue along them as they formed, “Eris please!”
He stopped his actions at your cry, moving his lips upwards until they were almost touching your own, “What is it you desire, my little flame?” He asked, tantalisingly slow hand roaming down your body and towards your centre. “Is it this?” He teased, allowing his nimble fingers to glide through your soaked folds, thumb brushing against your pulsating clit causing you to cry out with pleasure. Sensitive after having not felt his touch for so long.
“Yes! Please Eris I need to feel you!” You begged, attempting to reach his belt so you could remove his last few items of clothing, mouth salivating at the sight of the bulge present through the fabric. The urge to drop to your knees and take his aching cock into your mouth was overwhelming.
“Hmm…” Eris smirked, laying a gentle kiss to your cheek as he brought his hand to his mouth to taste your wetness, pulling his fingers from his lips with a satisfied groan, “I think I need to show you just how much I’ve missed you first.”
And with that his mouth finally slanted against yours, pulling you into a burning passionate kiss, his teasing tongue running along the bottom of your lip before forcing its way into your mouth in order to deepen the kiss. From your position, the bare skin of your breasts pressed against his enticingly warm chest, you could feel his hard cock against you, begging for attention. Seeking some form of relief, you attempted to grind yourself against him and chase your pleasure yourself, frantically moving your pulsing body against his.
Your desperation pleased the male who let out a dark chuckle, breaking the kiss to whisper against your panting lips, “patience my flame.” His hands drifted towards your ass, rubbing the soft flesh tenderly before lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist tightly as he carried you towards your bed, his cock teasingly brushing against your core as you moved.
“Eris I need you” you whined as he laid you onto the silky sheets, crawling onto the bed after you and positioning himself between your open legs. Laying sweet kisses against the supple skin of your thighs, occasionally sucking the skin into a harsh kiss which would no doubt leave a bruise painted on you. Once he reached your core, heated breath panting against it, Eris looked up to you through hooded lids, his eyes full of awe as his voice twisted in an animalistic growl, “I want you to come apart on my tongue before you do on my cock little flame.”
With that his tongue licked a long, broad stripe against your soaking folds, a gruff moan leaving the males mouth from the taste of you. His hips pressing into the mattress to relieve some of the pressure he was feeling, rough hands flying up to your own waist to hold you down as your back arched off the bed in pleasure. Mind transported into another reality as his tongue performed wanders as it moved against your core, lapping up every bit of you as he could. Devouring you like a man starved.
Loud moans of approval escaped your lips, eyes slamming shut in bliss as one of his hands moved down from your waist to join his mouth in its actions, Eris inserting a long finger inside of you until you felt the cold metal of his rings at its base. You gasped at the sensation, his tongue moving to flick against your clit. Wave after wave of unquenchable pleasure flushed through your system, your hips starting to move against his face in time with his lapping tongue to chase after the release you desired. Eris’s pleasured growls vibrating against your core as his face became drenched with your wetness.
Understanding your body’s reaction as you grew closer to completion, Eris inserted another delectable finger. Curling it deliciously inside of you, until he was met with a cry of delight as he found the sweet spongy spot inside of you. Wringing every ounce of pleasure from you as you squirmed at his touch.
Unintelligible words of praise slipping from your mouth as your orgasm washed over you, insides tightening and writhing at your satisfaction. A shaky hand flying to grasp Eris’s hair, the male still happily devouring you as you rode your orgasm to completion. Skilled tongue continuing to lap lazily at your clit once your high had sated.
Impatient and still needing more, needing to be brought to completion by his merciless cock, you tugged on his auburn hair, pulling him from his position between your shaking thighs until he was face to face with you once more. Your content eyes meeting his wild ones. You palmed him through his trousers, drawing a deep whimper from the male as you did so, the sound causing your hands to fly to his belt in order to relieve him of his clothes so he would be as equally bare as you.
He stopped you, grabbing your wrists before placing them on either side of your head, locking them in place, a cocky smirk on his face as he looked to your desperate one, “allow me my love.”
Eris burst into flames.
A burning white-hot wildfire, which just as he had done for you, burned the fabric until it fell from his glowing skin. Snakes of sentient flames travelling down his arms and joining with yours before they began to dance against your skin once more. An amazed laugh broke from your lips, Eris resembling a burning phoenix before you, the mass of flames which swirled around him resembled a pair of fiery wings.
Your appreciation of the god-like view of the male before you was cut short, laugh twisting into a strangled cry as Eris lined his painfully leaking cock up against your entrance, pressing the head of it into you as a flash of pleasure raced through you at its presence at your core. It didn’t matter how many times you had laid together, you still felt the delicious stretch of pain every time the man entered you, his large cock almost tearing you in two.
A hearty groan upon his lips, Eris entered you fully, slowly inserting himself until he was fully sheathed, allowing you some time to adjust to his size as he kissed your lips, distracting you from the twinge of pain. Once you were ready, craving the rough pounding of his cock, you bucked your hips against him signalling him to start moving.
You thrusted in sync, finding a matching rhythm instantly as if you were twin flames, prayers of adoration for the other person leaving each of your lips as you moved. Eris burned like a roaring fire, the extra heat he was letting off proving a delightful tingle that edged you closer and closer to release.
Needing more you groaned, “Harder, my Lord.” Eris’s powerful thrusts stuttered at your words, a feral moan slipping from his lips as you called him by his title. The male having to still himself and take in a deep breath to prevent himself from spilling into you before you climaxed himself. Once he felt he had regained enough control to continue he spoke. “Say it again” he begged through gritted teeth, wanting nothing more than to hear the words from your lips again.
“Fuck me harder my Lord”
His blazing wildfire burst into an uncontrollable inferno, the burning flames now covering the entirety of the bed, the silk sheets transforming into ash as your passionate embrace fuelled the crackling plumes. Eris pulled out fully before snapping his hips back into you roughly until he was once more consumed by you in entirety, delivering powerful thrust after powerful thrust. Cries of bliss flowing from each of your mouths.
Your hands, now free from his hold, moved to the expanse of muscle which rippled along his back, nails scratching deep red lines of passion into him. If Eris was to mark your body as his, you would do the same to him.
He worked fast, pounding away until you were completely consumed by your release. The force of your climax so strong that the image of Eris above you blurred in your vision, your sight being replaced with the starting blue flame of heated pleasure flashing across your eyes.
Eris continued to mercilessly thrust into your trembling body as he chased to meet his own high, failing to bite back the strangled curses which left his mouth as release washed over him. Thick ropes of cum filling you, leaking from your folds as his thrusts slowed and he removed his cock from your sensitive core.
The flames vanished into nothing as he collapsed against you whilst panting heavily, both your bodies covered in a film of sweat. He cupped your cheek as he admired your spent form, the way your hair was clinging to your forehead, the red flush covering your cheeks from the heat he had radiated, your parted lips soft and swollen from the loving kisses and bites shared between you.
Eris looked at you as if you were his entire world, as if you were the reason his flame burned as brightly as it did. Your presence being his fuel.
“I will never leave you again” Eris swore once his breath had returned, sealing the promise with a tender kiss upon your lips, “I meant it when I said I wanted everything with you.”
“It’s ok Eris” you smiled softly, fingers brushing against his cheek as he closed his eyes in contentment, “thanks to you we have forever.”
And that was the truth, there was no need for you to hide your relationship any longer. You and Eris were free to be together, to live the life you had planned together all those years ago whilst hidden behind closed doors. You would never have to hide again.
The fire which burned between the two of you was eternal, and you would cherish it for as long as it flickered.
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Notes: well that happened 🫣 I was so scared to post this because I’ve never written smut before so if it’s bad please forget this ever happened!!
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let it be known, i am incapable of love. wings of the devil — mini series
SYNOPSIS — osamu dazai is a feared man in the underworld, so why won’t you fear him the same ?
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DAZAI KNEW HE IS UNDESERVING OF LOVE.
he is incapable of such feelings, he believed. being one of the most feared demons of all the underworld, one adapts to the name and titles others give. even the whisper of his name brings shivers down other demons’ backs, imagining the horrid rumors of things the demon had done to those who had dared cross the wrong path with him. dazai’s enemies worst mistakes are to be his enemies in the first place, after all.
though, after coming down and falling onto your apartment balcony, he can’t help but let loose, even in the slightest ways. he can’t help but want to be taken care by you, a simple human who has really no interesting qualities. his tense feathered wings relax as he trots around the small apartment flat, his clothing gets less and less formal, his trench coat and dress shirt forgotten and the only thing he’s familiar with now is the t-shirts you buy him every once in a while.
why do you do this, he wonders. why bother trying to help a demon that could take and claim your soul at any given moment, at any opening that was available ? why bother care for him, bathe him, feed him, and do all these extra acts to a thing that would be sent away back to the underworld once a proper spell had been found ?
he never knew. perhaps you’re just a dumb, naive human.
”honestly, human, if i were you, i would’ve bitten off his head and serve it to the lowerclass of the underworld !”
“not. helping.” you grumbled, head in hands as you sat on your couch. you had arrived home in a bad mood, dazai puzzled out. your boss had just dumped files upon files on your desk that had to be done by the end of the week and not only that, he wanted you to train a newbie all at once. to the demon, that sounded like nothing but a lazy chore, he could flick his wrist and pens would start to write on their own and papers would be done and filled in no time, allowing him touring the newbie with a devilish smile. he could do it. but he wasn’t you nor an employee at your work establishment.
“a shame,” he sighed out, stretching and placing his arm behind you, nudging you with his knee. “if you were free at all this week i would’ve taken you out for a quick fly around the port. ‘s supposed to be quiet the sunsets, i’ve heard.”
you groaned again, rubbing your eyes and peaking them out from your fingers, brows furrowed as dazai leaned his head closer to you, a devilishly charming grin on his face.
“you’re really not helping. i’ve heard this newbie doesn’t know how to do shit.” with a sigh, you rest your back on the plush backrest of the couch, not having the mental strength to scold dazai to remove his arm away from your head.
“like i said, a shame.” dazai snickered, poking your cheeks with a clawed finger in tease. “those are what newbies are. they don’t know anything and need to follow you around like a little puppy dog.”
with a glare, dazai chuckles and raises in hands as if in surrender before dropping them down to his side, crossing his legs and looking at you with wide eyes.
“how about i just kill him. your boss, i mean. i could do it with a snap of my finger, just say the word.”
“you can’t kill him, dazai.” you cringe, a cartoonish thought of dazai biting your bosses head off was quite amusing, but you made sure not to let it show.
“sure i can ! he can die of a heart attack, i could twist his insides, make him loosing his footing while walking down the stairs, or—”
“no like, i don’t want you to kill him. i need my paychecks ..!” dazai’s shoulders slump, his toothy smile falling into one of dramatic disappointment.
“ah, you’re no fun, dear.”
the neighborhood streets of yokohama were wet and dark. it had just showered rain, the thick smell of fog engulfing a particular man’s lungs. he stood by a bus stop lamppost, puffing out a cloud of smoke, a thick cigar resting in between his fingers.
“waiting for the bus ?” a voice spoke up from amongst the darkness. the man shifted his eyes to the young adult, eyes smiling like crescents. he was taller than the man, his hair messy and unkept. his clothing were casual, something worn by a house husband or someone who works at home.
“yeah.” the man croaked, placing the cigar back between his lips. the taller individual hummed in response. there was a silence for a moment, the light flickering for a second or two as a car passes by, its wheels going over a small puddle of rainwater on the side before the stranger spoke again.
“you’re the boss of the building not so far from here, yes ? the one with the fancy pillars and open glass windows ?”
“ah,” the mans eyes shone with narcissism. he tossed his cigar away to the ground without thought and pulled out a business card from his breast pocket, handing it to the taller stranger with two hands. “why, yes i am ..! have you heard of me ?”
“i’ve heard plenty.” the stranger carelessly took the card without much thought, glancing at the front and back in pretend attentiveness before slipping it in his back pocket.
“i’ve also heard you have a newbie.”
“oh, yes. he works like a girl. doesn’t even know how to use a copy machine. i’m just hoping the mentor gets their shit together and do what they’re supposed to.” the man grumbled, waving his hands in disregard, only stopping when the stranger chuckles. the business man takes a closer look at the stranger. the light shone on parts of his face in a well manner and, he couldn’t help but admit, this man was quite the eye catcher. a model, perhaps ?
”who’s the mentor ?”
“some kid that’s been working here for a while. a charmer, for sure. doesn’t talk much so i don’t even bother.” the man dug in his pockets to grab his cigar case and lit one up again with well practice. he exhaled and continued. “i assigned ‘em some files, and i swear, that kid flipped me off or somethin’.”
“what’re you gonna do about it ?” the stranger holds back laughter and asks with feigned interest, his head leaning in closer.
“assign ‘em hell, of course !”
the bus slowly rolled up to the stop, its doors swinging open as the man spit out his newly lit cigar, dusting off his clothing and preparing to get on the vehicle.
“you’re not getting on ?”
“no, i’m … waiting for someone.”
the man hesitated and bid the stranger farewell, walking up the stairs as the doors closed behind him. as the bus slowly drove away from the stop, the man standing by the post turned by his heels and walked back from the direction he came from, snapping his fingers once gently with a devilish grin, the moonlight shining on his dark hair. from a distance, he could hear the businessman’s cries of pain, his nicotine filled lungs screeching in anguish.
“where have you been ?!”
“hush now, human ! no need to shout in the middle of the night !”
your hair is still wet from after your shower and your eyes are wide despite the time of night. dazai casually slips off his shoes and walk towards you, a smile on his face.
“i was taking a midnight stroll. isn’t that what humans do when they’re bored ?” you raise up a hand, stopping the demon from coming any closer.
“you reek of cigarettes.”
dazai blinks. he then lifts the collar of his shirt to his nose and sniffs it once before blinking again with innocent eyes. “i do reek,” he responded back. you grumble and point towards the small bathroom, your voice impatient as you demand of him to take a shower. the demon can’t do anything but chuckle and comply. it’ll be worth it by the morning.
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don't want to walk alone | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | chapter four: the honeymoon pt. 1
summary: the infinite undressing and undoing of mrs. berzatto -- or how you and carmy spend your mini-moon at the langham hotel.
warnings: so much smut so this chapter is 18+ only!! also the smut is from carmys pov and im shaking!! husband!carmy who comes with a warning label of his own, swearing, lots of tooth rotting fluff, marriage, no use of y/n, second person pov, she/her pronouns
wc: 4.9k
listen to: the official don't want to walk alone playlist
a/n: surprise! i decided to split the honeymoon into two chapters because it was getting way too long and i refuse to cut any of it so there's that.
on another note: this series, this world, is so special to me because it is my first: first series on tumblr, first series for carmy, first time writing fanfic again as an adult that i actually followed through with. it was the universe that got me through unemployment. the fic that helped me fall in love with writing again, so i will always hold this world near and dear to my heart. but aside from occasional one shots here and there, it may be time to let them ride off into the sunset, into their happily ever after. let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist.
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Before he can even get the door properly closed, you’re all over him, your mouth covering his own with kisses that feel like promises, as your hands multi-task, fumbling with the door to get in closed the rest of the way.
“As much as I loved celebrating with our friends and family, I’ve been waiting for this moment all damn day,” you say, in between kisses, satisfied as soon as you hear the clicking sound of the door locking.
“Hmmm and what’s that?” Carmy asks you, coyly.
His lips curve into a cocky smile mid-kiss, and he hears you chuckle, knowing exactly what buttons to push to wind you up.
“Getting you alone, Mr. Berzatto,” you giggle underneath your breath, taking a few steps away from him.
Carmy watches you in awe, his eyes traveling from your kiss-swollen lips, to the way your hands begin to trail down your body, to the careful steps that you take backwards. His breath hitches in his throat as he watches your fingers delicately undo the first button on this goddamn blazer dress he thinks he’ll never be able to get out of his mind – not after tonight, that’s for sure. He watches them dance over the second button from the top down, peeling it open, as a bright pop of red begins to peek out from underneath your dress.
“Carm?” you ask him, your eyes flickering down to your hands as you undo the third button, then the fourth, before returning your heated gaze to him.
“Yes, baby,” is all he can reply, as if he’s under your spell already.
Carmy gulps, his pants feeling incredibly tight, the air noticeably thick as he watches your little strip tease.
It’s just a few more buttons before your dress falls open, revealing the crimson red set you’re wearing underneath.
Red Floral Lace. Mesh. See-through.
“Come get me,” you beckon, as you let the dress fall to the floor.
“Fuck,” he growls on an exhale, before charging towards you.
It’s all hot, all-consuming kisses as he pushes you back onto the California king-sized bed, eagerly following as he lays his body on top of yours. Long gone is the sport coat he was wearing earlier, and he thanks whatever deities he may owe this to that he really only has to get three articles of clothing off.
Carmy pulls away, because he’s gotta get one goddamn good look at his wife.
His wife.
His breath picks up, as he drags his fingertips over the straps of your red lace bra, down to the mesh cups, watching your face twist in pleasure as his fingers run over your already-perky nipples.
“You like?” you ask him, a small amount of vulnerability in your voice as you do.
“Do I-, baby, have you seen yourself?” he stammers, in disbelief that you could even ask, only to be met with a smirk because you know you look good.
But that’s not what you’re asking. You want to know if Carmy likes it, because you have much more where this came from – lingerie, you mean. And instead of telling you, Carmy has bigger and better plans to show you instead. He begins to leave hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck, across your chest, nipping at the top of the bra cup with his teeth when he gets there.
Carmy’s eyes move to yours, watching you for a reaction so he knows that he’s giving you exactly what you want. To his delight, you hiss in pleasure, arching your back as an invitation, offering your body to him in a silent effort, begging for more.
“This why you put on this dress?” he rasps, in reference to the fact that you had insisted on doing an outfit change from the courthouse to the reception. His tongue snakes out, running over the mesh fabric that barely covers the nipple of your left breast.
You moan, letting out a small giggle in between breaths, as you cook up a witty reply.
“‘S not like I could wear anything underneath my wedding dress. Had to come up with a plan B,” you counter him, just another part of your seduction.
Carmy lets out a well earned-groan and it’s music to your ears as he continues to move down your body, worshiping you with his mouth, his tongue, muttering to himself that he’s not sure whether he would’ve preferred that – you in your wedding dress, nothing underneath – or this, all fire and lace.
But he doesn’t have time to think, settling on the fact that as long as he gets to have you, he’s not sure he cares.
“This is so fucking sexy, baby,” he groans, shaking his head in disbelief as he sits up on his knees, taking you in. He almost forgets to breathe for a moment, as it dawns on him that you’re his, and that you’re here, all spread out for him tonight, aching for him and only him.
Before you can get in a word, he’s pushing your legs apart, settling down in between them to get exactly what he wants. You let out a gasp of surprise, considering he hasn’t taken off our panties, your eyes fluttering shut as he pulls them to one side instead.
“Fuck,” he hears you whine, as he buries his face between your thighs. “Oh my god, Carmy.”
His favorite thing.
Tasting you. Bringing you the kind of euphoric pleasure that makes you feel high.
He loves the way you say his name, and how it changes, when his tongue traces tight circles around your clit; how it changes when he flattens his tongue up against your wet heat, painting broad strokes; how you cry out when he’s busy tracing abstract shapes across you till you’re completely lost in your own pleasure. Carmy moans against you, as he feels you thread your hands through his golden locks, and the sensation of your fingertips running along his scalp goes straight to his cock.
“Carmy, don’t stop!”
And how could he? How could he deny you the one thing you’re asking for? His mouth on you, bringing you higher and higher, winding up that coil buried so deep inside you that it has to explode, knowing that it’s him and only him that makes you feel this way.
You’re pulling at his hair, grabbing at the bedsheets, bucking your hips up into his mouth, writhing underneath the weight of his hands that hold you in place. He can’t keep his hands off of you, desperate to feel the way your body responds to him at every touch – holding your hips down, pressing your legs wider, grabbing at your breasts as he dips his tongue inside of you.
“Oh my God. Carmy, fuck. Don’tstoppleasedon’tstopdon’tyoudare-!”
The feeling of your orgasm ripping through you completely rendering you speechless as you come. Carmy slows down the movements of his mouth, working you through your orgasm, wanting you to know that he’s here for you, that he’s got you as you come down. He uses his tongue to clean you up, watching you carefully as you try your best to catch your breath, committing this image to his memory.
There are two places he feels like this – triumphant, untouchable, on top of the world – in the last push of a hard won dinner service, and when he’s right here, between your legs, in the falling action of your climax as he waits for you to come back to him.
Carmy waits for you, watches as your eyes begin to flutter open, your breath still heavy, as you look down on him.
“Shit. Who knew married sex would hit so differently,” you pant, let out an incredulous laugh from how hard you just came.
Carmy grins up at you, and he loves the way it feels as you pull him towards you once more. Your hands are desperate, needy, impatient as they tear through the buttons on his shirt, practically dragging the top over his head and tossing it onto the floor with a vigor he knows only comes from how much you need him.
“You good, baby?” he asks, cockily, because after years of this, he thinks he’s earned the right to know just how good he always makes you feel.
“Just need you, Carm,” you rasp, propping yourself up so that you can chase his mouth with yours. “Need you so much. Need you inside of me.”
“I know, sweet girl. I-,” he begins to say, before freezing, as if there’s an alarm going off in his head, his voice full this time as he swears, as if he’s just forgotten a really important date:
“Ffffffffffffffffuck.”
“Everything okay?” you ask, sitting up this time in response to his sobering pitch.
Carmy can feel the heat rise to his cheeks as he flushes red, completely embarrassed that he’s put the heat of the moment on pause for this, knowing fully that he won’t be able to stop thinking about it now.
“Yeah just I just gotta-... give me like… five seconds. I promise,” he nods, though his eyes silently plead with you.
You shake your head as Carmy leaves you, his footsteps rapid and hurried as he practically sprints over to where you left the suitcases in the hallway. He swears underneath his breath, rummaging through his bag before finding a certain plastic tupperware, a feeling of relief washing over him. He can hear you laugh as he runs through the room, tucking it safely in the mini fridge, and he can only imagine that it’s quite the sight to see.
By the time he returns to the bed, cheeks flushed, and an apologetic look in his eyes, you’re sitting up on your knees, waiting for him with an amused look on your face.
“Do I want to know?” you ask, skeptically.
“You’ll thank me later,” he chuckles, still embarrassed. Shyly, as he steps towards the edge of the bed, he works up the nerve to ask, “Will you uh.. Think we can pick up where we left off?”
Still stunning as you were moments ago but now with that post-orgasm glow, you wrap your arms around Carmy’s neck, pulling him in closer so that he’s standing across from where you kneel.
“You can come back to bed. But lose the pants, jerk,” you reply, feigning disapproval.
He nods, eagerly taking off his pants as he joins you back on the bed in only his briefs.
Carmy’s intent on making it up to you, his mouth back on yours as soon as possible, lowering you to the bed as his hands grope at any exposed flesh he can. He’s dragging the straps of the red bra down, but refuses to take it off completely. Keep it on, he insists, because he can’t get the image of you riding him in it out of his mind. It’s not till he’s tearing your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor that you know he really means business this time.
“No more interruptions,” he promises you, as he settles in between your legs, his briefs long gone and his hard, aching cock desperate to feel you.
As Carmy presses into you, reeling over the fact that every time feels like the first – it’s that glorious, that wondrous – you know, without all the trauma of your actual first time. You’re all tight, wet, heat pulsing around him and for once, he doesn’t have to think for a moment.
Carmy’s always been a thinker – an overthinker, really, calculating each and every move with strategy – rarely ever a doer because that’s just not who he got to be. But with you, inside of you, it’s all instinct, and breath, and I love yous, both in pursuit of your shared pleasure. In these moments, he gets to be a doer, responding to your every moan, taking the lead when he knows what will set you off, showing you just how much you turn him on with every kiss, every touch, every thrust.
It doesn’t take long for you to push him onto his back, reminding him that he has some making up to do for the earlier coitus interuptus and that he should let you fuck him instead.
But as you climb on top of him, turning around so that your back is to him, he swallows, admiring the view you’re so intent on giving him. He can picture it clearly, exactly – your head thrown back, biting down on your bottom lip, brow furrowed as you sink down onto him – even though he can’t see your face.
Instead, he listens to the way you whimper his name as you begin to move your hips, traces the curves of your body as you settle into a satisfying rhythm, digs the pads of his fingers into your hips and your ass because he just can’t not touch.
It’s music to his ears as you let out a keen-like moan when he begins to meet your hips with thrusts of his own, speeding up the perfect rhythm you’ve set. He can feel you squeezing around him, chasing your own high as you fuck yourself on him, and he can feel that familiar tightening at the bottom of his belly.
“Fuck,” he grits out, his jaw tightening as he can feel it coming.
All it would take was a few more thrusts, a vigorous pace, take hold of your hips and showing you just how he wants it. But instead, Carmy sits half way up, reaching out for you as he stills your hips against his. His movement causes you to shift as you realize he’s sitting all the way up, wrapping an arm around your waist, the new angle causing you to squeeze around him.
“Baby,” you whine, beginning to grind your hips in circles where you’re connected.
“I wanna see you. I wanna see you cum again,” he requests, his voice tender yet intent, as if he plans on embedding the words into your skin. And as he leaves little kisses against your shoulder blade, his words go straight to your heart.
“Okay,” you agree with a soft whisper.
Carmy sits back just enough to let you switch positions, before propping himself up on both hands that rest behind him. With the softest smile he thinks he’s ever seen, you climb back onto his lap. Grabbing the back of your head, he pulls you to him, kissing you like he wants to give you the world and then some. Your hands smooth over his strong shoulders and inked arms, then you’re reaching down between the two of you, guiding him back into you as you take him once more.
He swears his eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels you again, beginning to move your hips in perfect harmony together. This new position is passionate, intense, intimate. Your hands are cradling the back of his head, kissing him like he is oxygen, as he surrenders to you, to the moment, to the dance between you.
“I like this,” Carmy finally says, as he notices the way the straps of your bra hang loosely off your shoulders.
“Me on top of you?” you smile, devilishly.
“This,” he repeats, his eyes hungrily taking in the image of you on top of him in this sexy lace little thing, as he toys with the red elastic. “But that too.”
You grin before pressing your lips against his once more, because he truly has no idea what else you have in store for him.
“Feel so good, sweet girl,” Carmy grunts out, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder, sloppier as the feeling returns. “You feel so good.”
You throw your head back in a moan, and he knows you’re letting him set the pace. He’s so goddamn close to cumming, as the two of you chase both of your highs this time.
“I love you, Carmy,” he hears you whine, your head leaning against his shoulder. “So much. I love you, baby.”
He can feel it – feel you – and he knows you’re close.
“I love you,” he manages to get out, in between a clenched jaw.
His hips stutter, and you’re tightening around him, losing all control, surrendering to your release as you cry out. Watching you come undone around him, feeling you contract and release around him, calling out his name till your voice is hoarse is what brings him there with you. Carmy continues to fuck up into you, filling you, as his hands begin to slow down the pace of your hips.
You’re magic to him – somehow just as and more electrifying as the day he met you, the day you told him you loved him, and today, the day you both said, “I do.”
“I think you’re right,” is what he says, in between pants, finally breaking the tension. “Married sex is a whole ‘nother level.”
“Cheers, Mrs. Berzatto,” Carmy toasts to you.
“And a cheers to you too, Mr. Berzatto,” you reply, clinking your champagne flute with his before drinking.
After coming back to reality – recovering from your joint discovery of just how damn good married sex is – you and Carmy spent a few more precious moments in each others’ arms, sharing languid kisses and whispered words. And after cleaning up, you both came to an agreement that if this weekend is anything like how it started, you will absolutely be in need of fuel – Carmy encouraging you to order a few things for room service off the hotel’s late night menu.
So here you are, drinking clinking glasses of fancy champagne over overpriced burgers and truffle fries, as you begin a new journey with your husband, thinking to yourself that there’s no other way you’d want this to be. Wrapped up in his Ralph Lauren Oxford shirt that you’d gleefully pulled out of his suitcase after your quick rinse off in the shower, Carmy’s got one of those looks of deep admiration in his eyes while he listens to you you wax philosophical about something or other.
It’s not that he’s not listening – it’s just that he cannot get over the fact that you made it here – something his twenty-five year old self probably never would’ve believed.
“Any chance you’re still hungry?” Carmy asks, a hopeful look in his eyes as he watches you polish off the last bite of your burger.
“Actually, yeah. Someone wore me out,” you answer cheekily, with a flirtatious shrug.
He smiles, “Good. Stay right here.”
As you watch Carmy jump off of the bed, beelining for the minifridge to retrieve whatever he put in it earlier, you note that it’s the second time that he’s left you tonight whatever the hell it is he’s keeping in that goddamn plastic tupperware. With an arched eyebrow, you ask:
“Watcha got over there?”
Carmy climbs back onto the bed, kneeling as he offers the square-shaped box to you, careful not to knock anything over on your shared room service tray. He begins to peel back the plastic lid, pulling it away from the storage container, earning a well-won sound of surprise from you as you realize exactly what it is.
“Tiramisu?” you gasp, completely moved by your husband’s gesture. “Carm, when the hell did you have time to make this?”
He gives you nothing but a boyish shrug, before gathering your two unused spoons that came with the silverware sets that room service brought up with your late night dinner.
“Had a little extra time at the restaurant this week,” is all he says, which you know is a lie.
You send a skeptical look his way, because rarely does he ever have extra time at the restaurant where he’s just hanging around. Sure, a tiramisu isn’t wildly difficult to make, but it’s been off of The Bear’s menu for years now.
And you should know. You’re the one who put it on there in the first place.
“Thought you didn’t bake,” you challenge him, as you pick up one of the spoons off of the room service tray.
“Yeah ‘s about the only thing I can do… considering it requires little to no baking at all,” he shoots back, picking up his spoon as well.
With no hesitation of being first, you dig your spoon into the soft cocoa powder covered cream and espresso soaked lady finger dessert, before raising your spoon to your lips for a first bite.
“Ohhhh, baby…” you practically moan, your eyes closed as you throw your head back in pure bliss.
Carmy snorts with laughter, but he’s satisfied with your reaction, knowing that he did a damn good job with it.
“Would you two like to be alone?” Carmy teases you, pointing his spoon to the tiramisu then back to you. “Thought this was our honeymoon.”
You lift your head, rolling your eyes playfully, before going back for seconds, “Don’t be jealous. You’re still the only one making me moan like that.”
And suddenly, the room feels about five degrees hotter, as Carmy feels heat rise to his cheeks. But he’s not quite ready to go there again, just yet, so instead he just explains:
“I know we both promised we wouldn’t do any of the food today, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to show you how much I love you in the only way I know how.”
“It’s not the only way,” you tease him with a smirk, as he shakes his head incredulously.
You can tell you’ve made him blush, which is only a little bit funny considering the dirty things that came out of his mouth barely an hour ago. But the silver lining is this, and it’s not lost on you: after all this time and all of these years, it’s good to know that on your wedding day, you still know how to flirt with your husband.
Carmy’s eyes are fixed to the tiramisu as he focuses on digging his own spoon into the tiramisu, inhaling the spoonful right away.
Damn. It is good, he thinks to himself, though he’s usually quite hesitant to give himself a compliment.
“So what were you and Sugar talking about?” Carmy asks, curiously changing the subject.
“Oof. You really wanna kill the mood with that answer?” you counter him, and he can hear the reality of the situation in the way your voice drops.
“That bad?” he pries, hesitantly.
“No,” you’re quick to reassure him. While you’re not sure you want to ruin a perfect night by talking about Donna, you also feel like there’s no escaping it either. “Sugar and I’s talk was great but… she was upset… about your mom not coming.”
With a quick raise of his eyebrows, Carmy nods along, only slightly disappointed by the answer.
Leave it to Mom to ruin a perfectly good day without even showing up, he thinks to himself.
“Are… you… okay about it?” you drag out, cautiously.
“Yeah,” he answers with a curt nod. You’re not convinced, eyeing him carefully as Carmy chooses to charge through.
“Didn’t really expect her to come anyways. Would’ve been more drama than it was worth.”
“Bear,” you sigh in response to the impossible situation, because there’s no way that he’s not at least a little disappointed.
He shrugs, his eyes evasive of yours as he scoffs dismissively, shaking his head.
“Welcome to the fuckin’ family, I guess.”
You really don’t want to get into it now – not on your wedding night – so you shut your mouth even though you’re not exactly satisfied with his response. You know Carmy has every right to not want his mom there knowing that everything he’s said is true, but it still hurts your heart that he’s closed off his heart to her like this – that it has to be this way.
You let out a heavy exhale, before digging back into the tiramisu, pushing the thought out of your mind. And just when you think you’re done talking about it, Carmy presses you once more, his voice softer this time as he asks:
“What’d you uh… say? To Sugar?”
You take another breath, a sympathetic smile on your lips as you explain:
“I told her that I was sorry… that things are the way that they are, but I really just think she just needed someone to listen to her.”
“Yeah.”
A half beat.
“And I told her that… well, I told her that… we get to change things. You and I. Her and Pete. With the baby coming and everything too and… and us. Getting married, you know?”
Carmy hums in response, nodding his head as he processes what you said. Returning his gaze to you, it feels like he’s looking right through you, his blues so intense as he softly speaks again.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Me too.”
You wait a beat, then another, noticing that your champagne glass is almost empty. You reach for the bottle, topping off Carmy’s flute first. You search your mind for something else to talk about, because you think he may actually be done talking about Donna this time, a small laugh escaping your lips as you think about today.
“Hmmm?”
Your eyes move to Carmy’s, then back to the almost-empty champagne flute that you’re refilling as you smirk with, “Bold move putting me on the spot like that with the vows.”
He laughs, a blush running across his cheeks as he shyly replies:
“You know, we got there, and I uh… well, I wanted to. Should I uh-, you know… think we shoulda talked about it before?”
“No, I actually kind of liked it,” you reassure him, raising the champagne flute to your lips once more. You take a sip, before continuing to flirt with your husband. “You’re gettin’ the hang of this whole… romantic gesture thing, Berzatto.”
“Anything for you, Berzatto,” he shoots back, emphasizing your new last name in a way that makes your heart flutter at the reminder.
You hum a satisfied hum in response, relaxing a little more into where you sit on the bed.
“Though if I had known ahead of time, I guess I could’ve prepared something. ‘S too bad,” you say playfully, causing Carmy to smile.
“We could do it now,” he offers, his voice going up at the end like it’s a question, and there’s something so boyish in his charm that it makes your heart melt.
“Hmmmm,” you begin, pondering where you’d like to start. He had promised to love you forever, and you him, but as you think about all the ways you want to love him, a smile spreads across your lips.
“Okay,” you accept, ready to play along. “I promise… that on the days you want breakfast burritos… that I will go to the place you like a few blocks down from ours.”
“Even though you think the place across from our place is better and closer?” he asks, unable to hide his shock as his eyebrows raise then lower.
You giggle, “Even though I think the place near ours is way better and is so much more convenient to get to, Bear.”
“Wow uh. Okay then,” Carmy says, taking this as an invitation. “Then I promise to always make sure to check that they put extra green salsa in the bag for you, no matter where we get the breakfast burritos.”
You grin, nodding your head alongside a, “You’re too good to me.”
This time, you take a moment to think it over, taking it more seriously now.
“I think… we should promise… to always have each others’ backs; to always be each others’ teammate.”
Carmy nods his head in agreement, “Yeah I uh… I think that’s great, babe.”
Two of you settle into a comfortable quiet, eating tiramisu and drinking champagne, while Carmy continues to steal glances your way when he thinks you aren’t looking.
He takes a beat. Then another, before propping his head up on his hand where he lays on his side across from you.
“What about this?” he proposes. “We promise to love each other, even when we disagree.”
“Even when you’re being a dick,” you tease him with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah. Even when I’m being a dick and you’re fuckin’ fed up with me,” he agrees with a head nod. “What else?”
“That we grow old together,” you say, without question, before painting him a picture of what you dream it could look like.
“And we promise to take care of each other when we’re cranky and smelly, and you’re telling the grandkids about your glory days as a hotshot chef….” You take a beat, giggling at the thought. “... while I roll my eyes because you’re yelling at someone to bring you your old chef’s knife so that you can show them that you still know how to perfectly Brunoise a carrot.”
“Oh, you’re gonna have to pry my chef’s knife out of my cold dead hands,” he warns you, humorously.
You laugh, “Honey, I knew that when I signed the marriage license.”
“I think we’ll be those grandparents, don’t you? The ones that pass on all of our recipes to the kids and the grandkids, and even when we’re not there anymore, we live on in everyone’s kitchen,” you conclude, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. “You know? You and me.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
You exchange a silly laugh, because neither of you know where to go after this, your and his hearts warmed by the thought of growing old together. You’ve been together for years now, but in so many ways, it still feels like you have so much life ahead of you; a life with Carmy that you’re only just getting started.
Carmy waits a beat, allowing your shared laugh to subside.
“I like the sound of this. Of us,” he declares, his voice soft yet sure.
“Me too, Carm. Me too,” you agree.
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Rockstar! Eddie Munson x Reader, so what if he met reader at some concert and they ended up hooking up, then Reader got pregnant and she told Eddie (like idk, maybe she saw him somewhere, or he gave her his number?) so he was scared at first but then he tried to help her in everything she needed, after some months they started dating, and then they had a girl, and Eddie was like full on dad mode? (I imagine like Eddie being scared about it, bc he liked Reader but they kind of "hate" each other, but it's bc they don't know each other very well, and also I imagine him talking with Wayne, and Wayne being like don't be scared, you're gonna be a great dad, or something like that?) Idk if this made sense, but I hope it does!
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Eddie couldn't help but let the tears run down his face when Y/N handed over their baby girl. Y/N was exhausted, sweat in her hair but Eddie thought she looked as beautiful as the day he met her. She closed her eyes for much-needed rest, leaving Eddie alone with his thoughts and a tiny baby in his arms.
He rocked the baby gently, remembering all the mini-lessons Wayne gave him throughout Y/N's pregnancy. He prepared for this day for the last 9 months, yet he felt like he was in over his head. But he focused on the way his heart exploded with so much love for the two girls in front of him. The very two girls who changed his life for the better and showed him what falling in love was like.
As Eddie listened to the little cries of his daughter, he couldn't help but reflect on everything that got him to this exact spot.
~~~
The adrenaline ran through his veins as he raced off the stage, his shirt glued to his chest with sweat, and the screams echoing in his ears.
Eddie headed straight to the nearest bar and drank until he barely remembered a thing. Some sweet voice in his ear, a soft pair of lips on his, and hands removing his clothes. It was all a blur, he woke up alone but the taste of her was on his tongue.
He went to sleep every night trying to rack his brain to remember her, even a tiny glimpse. He swore he felt her touch still and her scent lingered on the shirt he wore that night.
But Eddie was used to one-night stands so he figured she'd be another figure he fell asleep with but wouldn't wake up to see again.
And boy was he wrong.
~
He felt like he was going to throw up. A beautiful girl, who he learned was Y/N, sat across from him with a sick expression. A number called and called him over and over, it was driving him insane so he finally picked up. He did not expect a girl on the other line to say she was pregnant with his baby.
Sadly, he had to take precautions with his level of fame. He knew getting blacked out drunk with random women was a dangerous game, he just thought he was smart enough to not have consequences.
"How...we sure...proof it's mine?" Eddie squeaked out. The confident man, who held all the charisma in his smirk, was not across from her. The big rockstar who loved the spotlight seemed frozen and scared. His eyes didn't know where to look, so he looked everywhere. His fingers were pressing into his palm, and she guessed he would leave marks on his nails.
"Yes, I know it's yours. And look I know you have this whole touring the world and being a rockstar. I've been a fan of you for years so I know this is a dream you waited forever for, and since we aren't in a relationship and it was a one-night stand, it's your choice if you want to be involved or not. You have my number, use it if you want." She said, she slid over a small ultrasound picture and left the small diner.
Eddie's eyes locked on the photo and he couldn't breathe. The tiny blob made his heart race with anxiety and his stomach twisted in so many knots. If he was terrified of the tiny thing in that picture, he couldn't imagine having a whole baby.
He was torn. In so many ways it would be easier to act like it didn't happen. To continue the tour and never think about it again. She allowed him to run, but yet he didn't want to run away from her. She haunted his memory and he tried for months to figure out who that girl was that he remembered feeling. And now that he saw her, he wanted to see her face again and again.
He found himself trusting her. Not doubting her an inch. His manager told him to demand a DNA test of some sort before Eddie "ruined" his career, but her eyes were honest. He felt like he already knew her and knew she'd always be true to him. She wanted him to have his dream still, but it wasn't fair to pick a dream with a time limit over a child's life....his child's life.
~
Whenever Eddie was stuck in life, he flew to Hawkins and knocked on that tiny trailer. No matter how many times Eddie begged Wayne to let him pay for a big home, Wayne refused. He loved his life in his small trailer.
Eddie told Wayne everything, embarrassed as Wayne gave him that disapproving look when Eddie told him about all the one-night stands.
"And now she's pregnant. It's up to me to be involved or not. " Eddie said, biting his nails as he watched Wayne for an answer.
"And?" Wayne asked, his arms crossed as he eyed the nervous boy.
"And what?"
"What are you telling me for? Don't you tell me that you want me to tell you what to do, boy?" Wayne said, Eddie has been scolded by Wayne many times in his life, and somehow this felt scarier.
Eddie gulped but nodded his head in defeat. "I don't know what to do. I have no idea how to be a dad. I don't know how to take care of myself. I'm irresponsible and don't even have a solid place to live since I planned to be on the road. I don't have anything good to offer her or this child."
"Get over here," Wayne grunted, he uncrossed his arms.
"Are you going to hit me?" Eddie asked, slowly moving towards him.
"No." With the green light, Eddie walked over, he opened his arms thinking Wayne was going to offer a comforting hug. But instead, he got a smack to the back of his head.
"YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T GOING TO HIT!" Eddie yelled, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head.
"Of course, I'm gonna knock some sense into you, kid! You don't know how to be a dad because you don't have the experience. No one knows how to be a parent until they learn. They have classes and books, and I'll help you. I wasn't a dad until you came along, and I'm proud of who you became. I started with no idea what to do but I made it work. You are going to do the same. Unlike you, she doesn't get the option to run away. And you are not letting her do this alone. Understood?" Wayne demanded.
"Understood."
~~~
Y/N was very shocked when Eddie called and asked to talk. She figured he'd take the opportunity to run and never looked back.
But as her stomach grew, so did her feelings for Eddie. He was the sweetest boy she ever met. He was terrified, but he held it together for her. Whenever she read another birthing book and felt like she was going to panic, he was right there.
When she hit around 5 months, she confessed her complicated feelings towards Eddie. To her surprise, he felt the same. All that time planning for their baby brought them closer together and they understood they'd have a connection to each other that they wouldn't experience with someone else.
Their first kiss, not drunk, was something they both would remember. It wasn't at a huge romantic place with candles everywhere. It was in their own home, in the nursery as Eddie put together the little crib. They were so overwhelmed with the emotion of having a family together and Eddie couldn't wait. He desired to kiss her since the diner and he felt fireworks in his stomach when he first placed his lips on hers.
After a few months passed and she was weeks away from giving birth, Eddie ended his tour early. He made sure he never left her side. Even though their relationship was freshly new, he moved in with her. He wanted to be there all the time for her and their baby. He knew he was in love with her, and he didn't plan to let her go anyway. So why wait?
Wayne was proud, and damn excited to be a grandpa. He turned Eddie's old room into a nursery and begged to babysit whenever it was needed. Wayne fell in love with Y/N within seconds of meeting her. He understood why Eddie was so sure about her.
Eddie read all the books and did all the classes, which meant he might have been too involved.
"Can you sit fine? I can help you." Eddie said through the bathroom door. A loud sigh left Y/N's lips.
"Edward, I told you for the last three hours that I can pee by myself!"
~
"Book says you shouldn't be on your feet this long. Why don't you sit." Eddie said as he quickly through the groceries into the cart.
"Sit where? It's a grocery store." Y/N laughed, having no issues walking through the store.
"Here," Eddie said as he took off his jacket and placed it on the dirty floor.
"Eddie, ew! And I'm not sitting on the floor. There's no way I'll get back up."
~
"Did you cook with the safe foods? Do you have the list of things she can't eat?" Eddie asked as Wayne brought over three plates.
"Edward" both Wayne and Y/N groaned
~
"Lady! You need to move faster. You are holding up the line!" A man groaned as Y/N tried to keep her composure.
"There's a line in front of me! I can't go anywhere, asshole!"
"I hope your bastard of a child doesn't get that kind of lip." The man laughed like his joke was funny. She could feel Eddie tensing as he joined the line next to her. He arrived at the wrong time...or the right time?
Before she could react, Eddie came swinging. His right knuckle cracked against the man's nose. The man dropped to the floor in a groan.
"Don't talk to her like that and don't ever speak about my child like that," Eddie growled.
~
And when it came the day her water broke, he felt more prepared than ever. He held her hand and tried not to flinch as she squeezed it until she cracked his bones. He drove as fast and safely as he could to the hospital. His brain couldn't wrap around the thought that his daughter was hours from being born.
This was finally it
He was going to be a dad
~~
"And now I'm your dad and I'm going to love you more than anything in this world. Your mom is amazing and I can't wait to watch you grow up to be just like her." Eddie whispered, the baby falling asleep to his story as he continued to rock her.
He looked up to see Y/N fast asleep, and he couldn't help but feel a strong amount of love for the two sleeping beauties that were now always going to be part of his life.
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You have a crush on Pedro but he’s already taken…apparently
warnings: slightly shy reader, jealousy, cussing, talk of body image, kissing, slight bullying, implied smut minors dni
You were Pedro’s new assistant, how that happened, you really didn’t know. It was such a fast process, and now here you are, attending an award show with him. You guys arrived at the hotel earlier that morning and it’s been chaos ever since, you we’re running around like a chicken with your head cut off the entire day trying to make sure everything was in place.
“Tie or no tie?” Pedro asked everyone in the room, everybody responding with tie, but your mouth twisted at the sight of the purple tie with his suit.
“It adds a pop a color and matches Veronica’s dress.” His stylist had said.
Right, Veronica. Pedro’s bitchy supermodel girlfriend, the two honestly didn’t even look right together. She was a pretty girl, nice curvy body, long brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes but her personality was trash. You thought she was a terrible person, rude and bossy to everybody she came across. Hate is a strong word, but you were sure you hated her.
Pedro looks over at you, “What do you think?”
“Um…” You trailed off, “No tie.”
He slightly smiled, removing the tie from his neck. You watched as he smoothed out his jacket, you wished you could tell him how effortlessly handsome he is. This man could wear anything, and you’d be attracted to him, was this appropriate? No. But you couldn’t help but admire him in the all black suit, with the silk black shirt that he didn’t button up all the way. And his hands, and those rings. How’d you love for them to wrap around your throat as he f—
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Pedro’s voice snapped you out of your explicit thoughts.
“Oh!” You shook your head, regaining focus. You were still in your jeans and plain t shirt, “Y-yeah, I should.” You quietly chuckled.
Pedro looked at you for a moment, about to speak until his phone ringing gained his attention. You were able to sneak at glance at it before he picked it up off the table. Veronica.
“Hey, V.” He says, you wanted to cringe, “Ho-hold on! I can’t hear you.”
“Okay everybody! Give Mr. Pascal some time alone!” You took it upon yourself to clear the room, shooing for everyone to get out. Once everyone was out, you grabbed your things and went to follow after them.
“Hey!” Pedro calls out.
You spin on your heels and look at him with a questionable look as he stood with the phone to his ear, listening to whatever Veronica was saying.
“I can’t wait to see what you wear tonight.” He slightly smirked.
Your body froze. Was he talking to you? No, he can’t be. He’s talking to his girlfriend. Veronica. Maybe he had forgotten what he was going to tell you. Yeah, that’s it. You shot him a awkward smile before walking out of his hotel suite. You quickly made your way to your room, opening the door and throwing your things onto the bed. You took a speedy, hot shower and wrapped your towel around yourself as you entered the now freezing room. You only had an hour until the car was here to take Pedro and the rest of the little crew to the venue. You rummaged through your suitcase, looking for your dress that you were wearing tonight. Once your finally got your hands on it, you threw it on the bed along with your shoes and mediocre accessories.
You sat on the edge of the bed and moisturized your body down, running your hands over your freshly shaved legs. You throw your towel across the room, sliding on your red lace panties, skipping putting on bra since it wouldn’t look right with your dress. You picked up the said dress and quickly slipped it on, you ran over to the mirror, smoothing out the silk black mini dress that had a little flare at the bottom. It hugged your body perfectly but was a tad bit short, it had stopped a little above your knees. You bite your lip, contemplating if you wanted to wear it or not. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, this is Pedro’s night. He was invited to the award show, not you. You’re just his assistant that had to tag along. You let out a loud sigh, going to look in your luggage but not finding anything that met the dress code.
“Oh, fuck it!” You slightly yelled as you saw the time, you quickly put on your necklace and earrings and slide on your red kitten heels.
You rush out your room and back over to Pedro’s suite, repeatedly knocking on the door.
“Pedro, the car is here to take you to the venue!” You talk through the door, “Pedro!”
Yeah, okay, you were a nervous wreck around the man, but you took your job seriously and one thing you hated was being late.
As you continued to knock, the door swung open, revealing Veronica. You hated to admit it but she looked beautiful, her dress was dark purple with beaded detailing and her long hair was now curled, and her makeup was gorgeous. She was gorgeous…until she opened her mouth.
“We heard you.”
You pursed your lips together, “Veronica! You look amazing.” You managed to say.
“Thanks! I know!” She smiles, “You ready, baby?”
“Yep!” Pedro appears from behind her, eyes locking on you immediately. He continued to smile as he looked you up and down, eyes scanning over your body.
“Great!” You clap, “Let’s go!”
The two walked out ahead of you and were met by Veronica’s security at the elevator, you were on and off within minutes and was now in the lobby, outside was already flooded with paparazzi.
“Remember, big smiles, big smiles and breathe!” You say as the doors opened and the lights started flashing.
You stood back and watched as the two walked out hand in hand, quickly posing for a few pictures before climbing into the SUV. You waited for the cameras to stop before you and the rest of the little crew walked outside to get into the car, you were surprised when a few flashes blinded you on your way out there. You and the rest of the crew climbed in, and the car took off.
The ride there consisted of you going over things with Pedro, whose eyes haven’t left you since you got into the car. Not really sure if he was actually listening to you, only nodding here and there but his eyes never left yours. You encouraged Pedro to take some behind the scenes photos for his Instagram, you snuck a few pictures in the process, knowing his fans loved off guards (and so did you). When you told him to take bts photos you meant of him and his girlfriend, maybe even some random shoe pictures, so when his camera was pointed at you, you were caught off guard. Awkwardly smiling as you sat there with your legs crossed.
“The woman who keeps me in check!” He says behind the camera, “Are you taking a video?” You nervously chuckled.
“Yes.” He continues to point the camera at you for a minute before panning it over to his manager who sat beside you, “My wonderful manager.”
“My beautiful, beautiful lady.” He turns the camera at Veronica, who blows a kiss at the camera, then finally turns it to himself, “And then there’s me.” He says into the camera before ending the recording.
The ride continued on for a little longer before you all arrived at the venue, cameras and fans swarming the car already. The security got out first, then Pedro who helped Veronica out, the crowd going crazy once they saw the two. You scooted your way out the car, Pedro offering you his hand, taken by surprise you skeptically took it and it seemed like once your hand was in his, the camera flashes went crazy. You quickly get out, quickly smoothing out your dress before being joined by his manager.
“Go on, Pedro.” They say, urging him to join Veronica who was waiting on him.
“Remember, big smiles, big smiles.” You take his phone to hold it for him while he’s on the carpet, “And breathe, I got it.” He winks, before walking off to grab Veronica’s hand and entering the red carpet.
You and his manager trailed along, standing behind the cameras, watching as they walked along the carpet. Seeing the two actually made you sick to your stomach, but you had to pretend like you loved them on social media. You didn’t post Pedro on your account THAT much, but when you did you always included Veronica and how much the two were ‘couple goals’ even though you hated every bit of their relationship.
And you knew you shouldn’t be jealous, and that it wasn’t right. But you couldn’t help it.
After the carpet, day turned into night and it all was a bit of a blur. A lot was going on, you were once again trying to keep everything in order and trying not to lose your mind. Pedro had won an award for his role in his recent movie, that being said it was almost mandatory for him to attend the after party they had put together, and you just happened to get dragged along as well.
Anddd you were on picture duty again, snapping the night away. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t exhausted, you’d been running around since seven o’clock in the morning, it was now a little past midnight. You had your fun for a little bit but decided to call it a night once the clock hit one, calling for a ride back to the hotel, leaving Pedro to dance and party the night away.
Once you were back at the hotel and in your room, you plopped down onto the soft bed, letting yourself sink into the comforter. Another busy and stressful, yet successful day. You were so tired you didn’t even want to move, laying in the bed still fully dressed, staring up at the ceiling. You grabbed your phone, figuring you should make a few posts before officially calling it a night. You scrolled through your photos, favoriting the few of yourself that you had taken throughout the night and some of Pedro while he was on the carpet and the stage accepting his reward. You quickly put a collage together on your Instagram story, adding the pictures of yourself, some scenery and Pedro.
“amazing night tonight! & big congrats to @pascalispunk for well-deserved win. remember, big smiles, big smiles and breathe!! ❤️”
Some likes to your story trickled in, some replies, fan accounts already reposting the pictures of Pedro you had taken. You were about to shut your phone off until a familiar username popped up at the top of you screen, you clicked it almost immediately.
“Come celebrate with me, beautiful 🥂”
“Don’t you think you celebrated enough tonight?” You replied.
“Never enough. Come to my room.”
And just like that you weren’t even tired anymore, your body pumping with adrenaline. Oh, but this was wrong, this was so wrong. You work for him, he’s your boss, he has a girlfriend! Why isn’t he celebrating with her?! The voice in your head screamed no but your feet were already headed towards the door, leaving your room and making your way to his. As you approached, your heart started to beat out your chest. You lightly knocked on the door, taking a deep breath trying to calm yourself down.
“I was wondering if you’d come.” The door swung open, he stood there with his shirt untucked, missing his suit jacket and a few more buttons unbuttoned.
“Of course.” You smile, walking into the room.
“I didn’t get to party with you last night.” He says from behind you.
“Well, I–it’s really not my job to party with you.” You tell him, “How come it’s not?” He asks.
“I’m your assistant, Pedro.” You half laugh, “I’m here to assist you.”
“Then you assist me by partying with me next time.” He grabs a bottle of champagne off the table, “You do good at your job, and I thank you for that. But just relax for now, celebrate with me.” He pours the liquid into a glass, “Here.”
You take the glass from him, “Thanks.” You take a sip, “Cheers to you.”
“Cheers.” He says as he takes a sip as well, leaving the room quiet for a while until he spoke up again, “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”
Your cheeks heat up at the comment, taking another, much larger sip of your wine. Looking around at everything else other than his eyes that were locked on you.
“Thank you…”
“Every day, really.”
You didn’t even know how to respond to him right now. Where is all of this coming from? What is he even talking about right now? How was he over here calling you beautiful when he had the hottest supermodel girlfriend! Half of the time your hair is messy and you’re running around sweating in sweatpants.
“Mr–.” You say, in a warning tone, “Pedro.” He cuts you off.
“Pedro.” You corrected yourself, “I-I don’t even know what to say, I’m flattered but…Veronica…”
As much as you wanted to entertain this, run with it and let him feed you compliments it just wasn’t right. And you weren’t that type of girl. You weren’t about to be the hot talk of the internet for being a home wrecker.
“What about Veronica?”
“What do you mean what about her? She’s your girlfriend! Your hot, supermodel girlfriend! I’m your assistant, why are you sitting here trying to flirt with me when you have her?!” You stood from your seat, placing your glass on the table.
Pedro began to laugh and all you could do was stare at him with a blank face.
“You’re laughing?!”
“Veronica is not my girlfriend. She’s only my girlfriend for the cameras.” He tells you.
“What? No, no. Don’t lie.” You shake your head, “Why do you two act like that when the cameras aren’t around?!”
“Nobody is allowed to know; I couldn’t even tell you. We have to act like a couple around everybody.” He further explains, “It’s all a contract, just a messy publicity stunt.”
“You two sure as hell are doing a great job.” You muttered, crossing your arms.
All those times you had been jealous...for nothing!
“We’re actors, it’s what we do.” He shrugs, cocky smile on his face.
“You’re an actor, she’s not.”
“Trust me, she is.” He says, “She doesn’t live the way you think.”
“Okay, so what? You’re telling me all this why?!”
“I see the way you look at me, how you act around me. I read people well.” He starts, “And I’m certain you feel the same way about me, how I feel about you.”
“And how is that?”
He didn’t answer you, only walking closer to you. Closing the gap between you two, you quietly gulp as he tilted your chin up, looking into your eyes for a moment. You caught yourself leaning forward, eyes fluttering shut and before you know it his lips were on yours, taking your breath away.
“Does that answer your question?” He says as he pulls out the kiss, hand still underneath your chin.
part two??
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pls do rafe and reader hooking up in a bathroom at the country club cus theyre like on the dl and thats the most convenient place hehee -👛
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you actually wait for him outside the bathrooms, brushing down your white mini skirt clutching onto the last remaining crumbs of decorum you had left knowing it would be gone within a few moments. it was the skirt that had gotten you into this position in the first place, flouncing around the country club with your ass cheeks practically hanging out. you couldn’t exactly blame rafe for taking the chance the moment everyone’s back turned to grab a handful of it roughly and tell you to meet him at the bathrooms.
he comes storming round the corner, quick and intense just like he always was. upon reaching you, he doesn’t stop— wrapping a hand round your arm and pulling you inside the men’s bathroom coming face to face with a random country club patron washing his hands.
“get the hell out of here, okay? hurry up.” rafe gives the man a slap on the back before shamelessly ushering you towards him, the two of you watching the door swing shut as the man scurries out. “cubicle, go. get those panties off.”
he walks to the sink, washing his hands— and now you really feel sick and twisted because your first thought was ‘how thoughtful of him!’
inside the cubicle you do as he says, removing the thin useless panties you’ve soaked through, standing there with them hanging off your finger, giggling when he opens the door again.
“you wont be needing those.” he closes in on you, snatching the fabric from your hand and stuffing them in his pocket as he pulls you in for a kiss with the other hand— rough and sloppy against the wall.
“missed you.” you breathe against his lips, sucking in air when you can despite his brutal attack on your mouth.
“yeah? how ‘bout this dick— you missed this dick?” he mutters, pushing his hard on against your thigh as he reaches down, fingers sliding through your wetness making your back arch off the cubicle wall with a pathetic mewl. “aw.” he chuckles.
“yeah, missed your dick.” you admit shyly and you can feel him smiling against your mouth, sinking his fingers in but only to make sure you were ready for him.
“i’d make you get down and show me how much you missed it but uh— dont wanna make you get on your knees in the men’s restroom.” he wraps one arm around you and hoists you up the wall, letting you wrap your legs around his waist for support. “i’mma gentleman, you know?” he tilts his head, muttering against your lips as his spared hand works at his belt.
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The List (3)
Summary: When a hit list spreads around New York, Bucky’s ex-wife is the only one with any information.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Mafia Bucky Barnes x Ex-Wife Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N: Not Beta’d. Thank you for all the continuous interest expressed in this mini-series. Your comments influence my writing so I’m just as excited as all of you to see how this series ends. Tumblr only lets me tag 50 accounts at a time. If you are not listed blow, you will be tagged in the comments. If you would like to join the taglist for this series or would like to be removed let me know!
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Chapter 3
Tony had been right; every news station had been reporting on the gala for weeks. When they weren’t discussing the night of the gala, they opted to report on Bucky. With her eyes and ears glued to the television and her phone, the days blurred together for Y/N. There was no word from Bucky. She was sure he would use his first call to contact her, but he didn’t. The only update she received was from the reporters who didn’t know Bucky the way she did. They didn’t know the way he would stare at her or bush his thumb over her lips before planting a gentle kiss on her lips. They didn’t know about the sweet nothings he would whisper in her ear as he held her at night. They didn’t know he protected Steve years before Steve worked for him or that Bucky took in Peter to give him a community after the death of his guardian, Aunt May. Instead, the media painted him as a monster, choosing to focus on his involvement with the mob. Loki, however, was never mentioned. He was quick to cover his tracks like a snake shedding its skin.
The number of people sent to assassinate Y/N and Bucky at the gala told her everything she needed to know. Her ex-fiancé knew that she knew it was him. With Bucky’s fate all over the news and Y/N not being one of the bodies recovered at the gala, Loki knew they were still alive. He called her several times over the past three weeks, but she never answered. He wasn’t the one that was supposed to call her. It was supposed to be Bucky. It was always supposed to be Bucky.
Twisting in the bedsheets Y/N ran her hand along the space beside her. The smooth silk that was usually welcomed felt wrong beneath her hand. She longed to reach out and touch Bucky like she had many times before. The soft glow of the tv cast the bedroom in a blue hue. The last time she felt this grief-stricken was when she had been going through her divorce from Bucky. Once again, the man was alive but just out of reach, this time, psychically. Yet, she was sprawled out on his bed like a widow refusing to leave her husband’s grave. He was alive but gone again and she was mourning. The only shade of blue she wanted was Bucky’s eyes staring back at her.
A muffled voice echoed down the hall. Most of Bucky’s men had frequented his house lately. Steve had moved everyone in during Bucky’s absence. Y/N didn’t know how Bucky would feel about that. He had always been a private person, but Steve had assured Y/N that it is what Bucky would do. After all, Bucky had told Y/N to find Steve. He was his right-hand man and Bucky had entrusted Steve to take care of business while he was in prison. That included taking care of Y/N and the rest of Bucky’s men all awaiting their names to become active on the hit list. The voice grew louder, and Y/N knew it was Steve. He was the only one who lingered by Bucky’s bedroom.
“Not good. She breaks down every time he calls.”
Was he talking about her? Y/N pushed herself up, wrapping the sheet around her nude chest. She could hear the dismissal of Steve’s end of the conversation loud and clear followed by a knock. Tightening her grip on the sheet, Y/N forced her focus onto the muted television, pretending to be reading the captions as if she hadn’t been eavesdropping.
“Come in,” she called out, her voice hoarse.
Steve trudged into the room, just as exhausted as he had every other day, he checked in on her. It was a stark contrast to the way Bucky always checked in on her. Bucky was resilient, never letting his work consume him wholly. Steve on the other hand, always gave everything he did 110%. Taking over Bucky’s position was no exception.
“You shouldn’t be watching all of this stuff,” Steve grunted, snatching up the remote and changing the channel.
Y/N didn’t have the energy to fight him. She was desperate for information on Bucky. She had shot him the last time she saw him, and all the news cared about was that a mob leader was captured at the site of the crime. Steve tossed the remote on the bed beside Y/N. She stared up at him, his eyes the wrong shade of blue.
“Steve, was that Bucky on the phone?” Y/N questioned; her voice laced with misery. Steve remained expressionless, not giving her any hints as to who was on the other end of the phone. She didn’t blame him for not saying anything. It was part of his job to keep information confidential. If someone told Steve a secret, he would guard it with his life. She just hoped he would keep her in the loop since she was a part of whatever this was now. Y/N’s lip trembled the longer Steve remained silent.
“Has Loki called again?” Steve crossed his arms.
He had been asking her about Loki every day since the gala. At first, she wanted to help so she cooperated, answering his questions but then they became repetitive. He was trying to give her something to do to feel useful. Steve didn’t need information from her. It was a distraction from one man in her life with another. She was spiraling like the loose thread of a sweater; with each question, she unraveled until she was bare.
No longer willing to entertain Steve’s questions, Y/N dropped her shoulders letting just how exhausted she truly was show. “Why hasn’t he called me?”
Steve ran a hand through his darkening hair. His once golden locks had begun to brown at the roots. With his busy schedule, he didn’t have time to shave his beard or cut his lengthening hair. It reminded her of when she first met Bucky. His dark hair was long, and his beard was slightly overgrown. Over time, he cut his hair for a cleaner, more respected look. He no longer needed his intimidating appearance to get ahead, his name alone was enough to scare his enemies. Y/N supposed it was Loki’s long hair and charming personality that had won her over. He reminded her of Bucky when they had first met. It was her longing to reconnect with Bucky that drove her into Loki’s arms. It also was the reason both of their names were on a hit list, and Bucky was sitting in a prison cell.
“Come on, get dressed.” Steve turned his back walking toward the door.
“Where are we going?” Y/N clutched the sheet tighter, scrambling after him.
The corner of his lips lifted in a half smile. “A little birdy told me you could use some practice.”
“You brought me to a warehouse?” Y/N frowned. She squinted, a hand coming up to shield her eyes from the sun. The swish of cars zipping across the bridge above them pierced her ears. The livelihood above a strikingly different atmosphere beneath the bridge. The water sloshed against the pebbles, seeping into her shoes. Her face twisted into a grimace as water expelled from her socks with each step.
Steve chuckled, untangling a heavy metal chain from the door handles. The chain landed in the pebbles with a heavy thud. “After you,” Steve held the door open ushering her inside.
Her eyes scrunched up as Steve flipped a switch, the light blinding her momentarily. She could feel a slight breeze as Steve moved around her, the door slamming shut behind her seconds later.
“And that, right there is exactly why we’re here.”
Y/N frowned, peeling her eyes open. The blonde’s back was turned to her as he fumbled with something on the table in front of him. Peeking around his shoulder a series of firearms were laid across the table.
“What?”
Steve sighed, turning his whole body to face her. His large cold left hand seized her right. His right shoved a gun into her hand before clasping her left over the gun as well. Y/N stood stock-still, dumbfounded by the gun in her hand. The last time she held a gun she killed a man. She also shot Bucky. “I-I don’t-”
Steve silenced her as his long legs carried him to the other side of the room to set up a paper shooting target. Clipping the paper along a wire Steve began, “You closed your eyes the last time you pulled the trigger.”
Y/N paled at the memory. She didn’t want to shoot anybody; she didn’t even want the gun in the first place.
Steve stalked up to her with a pair of earmuffs in hand. “That is why we’re here.” He slapped the earmuffs over her head, his hands securing them over her ears. He then repeated the process himself.
A million questions scrambled around Y/N’s brain but the only one she was able to voice was, “How?” Steve said nothing, just nudging her into position across from the target. Remembering the earmuffs, Y/N repeated her question louder this time.
Steve bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes cast downward. “Bucky.”
Y/N’s eyes widened, flinging her hands in the air in disbelief. “You talked to him?!”
Steve ducked, his hands covering his head. A growl escaped him as he stood up, “Watch where you’re pointing that thing.”
Y/N waved the bulletless gun in his face, “It’s empty.”
He knew that. He had been the one to hand her the gun. He unloaded it. A frown crossed Steve’s face, “Rule number one, always treat a gun as if it’s loaded. Your negligence is the reason we’re here. You could’ve killed Bucky when you pulled that trigger.”
“But I didn’t,” Y/N pressed. “He wanted me to shoot him.”
Steve ignored the edge in her voice, picking up a loaded gun he fired three rounds in the exact spot Y/N had shot Bucky. His accuracy was so precise there was only one hole in the paper; the other two bullets followed the first one. Heaving Steve glared down at Y/N, “Bucky told me to take you here. When you can fire that gun without closing your eyes, I’ll take you to see him. Until then, you better start taking this seriously. Keeping your eyes open could mean the difference between life and death next time. You got lucky last time but I can assure you, luck runs out eventually. It always does.”
As promised, Steve had dropped her off to visit Bucky after a thorough explanation of what would happen. She had been searched leaving her feeling violated but that was the least of her worries when Bucky rounded the corner donned in an orange jumpsuit. Even in a prison jumpsuit, he managed to remain attractive. The orange flattered his chocolate locks that appeared to have been buzzed on the sides, his beard fuller. If it wasn’t for his bent left arm preventing the handcuffs from pulling his right arm out of the sling, she would have thought he was thriving in prison.
As Bucky approached Y/N abruptly stood to greet him. Silence permitted the space, separated by a piece of plexiglass as a guard removed his handcuffs. Tears pricked her eyes at the sight. She murdered a man. She should be behind bars with him.
Bucky’s steel blue eyes held Y/N’s gaze. It was intense. For weeks Y/N had only met with the man in her dreams. Which wasn’t many. Sleepless nights swallowed up any time she would have had with Bucky. Now that she was standing a foot away from him, unable to touch him she didn’t know what was worse.
The guard stepped away, his lingering hand shoving Bucky into the chair. Bucky hissed at the contact but other than that, he didn’t react. His focus remained solely on Y/N standing before him. They only had an hour and he intended to use every second of it.
Y/N’s eyes were wild. She wanted nothing more than to yell at the guard’s rough handling, but Bucky wasn’t causing a scene, so she bit her tongue. She wouldn’t make this any worse for him. Her eyes snapped back to Bucky as she finally sat across from him. Her eyes raked his body for any other injuries, but his jumpsuit made it impossible.
After her third scan, she caught Bucky’s lips moving. The silver cord already stretched across his chest; the phone rested in his left hand. “Pick up the phone, princess,” he mouthed, causing her cheeks to puff as she smiled. Bucky’s eyes crinkled in delight at the sight of her red-manicured nails wrapped around the glossy black phone.
After weeks of being in the dark, Y/N couldn’t help but ask Bucky the questions Steve refused to answer, “Are you okay? Did you tell them-”
“Y/N,” Bucky’s gruff voice interrupted. “Anything you say here can be recorded and used in court.” It was his polite way of telling her to shut up. It wasn’t her fault; he had kept this part of his business away from her. It was all new to her and the court would use it against him. They would use her against him. Noticing the dejected look on her face, Bucky's face softened. “Look, all I can tell you is that a lawyer who represents some big names has kindly taken my case. Don’t worry about me baby, he’s one of the best.”
Reading between the lines, Y/N had gathered that Stark had offered his lawyer. Tony usually got his way, and he didn’t settle for less, so a sense of relief flooded Y/N. Bucky leaned forward, his left elbow on the table.
“Good. I um- I brought you a suit for the trail. The guards took it. Said they would have it sent to you on the day of the trial.”
Bucky hummed, “What color is it?” He didn’t really care about the color of the suit. He would have worn anything she brought. It was the simplicity in their conversation he craved. A moment where he wasn’t giving orders or looking over his shoulder.
A dreamy look crossed her face, “Blue to bring out your eyes.” That and Steve had said blue was associated with innocence and honesty in the courtroom.
With a dramatic eye roll, Bucky joked, “It’s not a fashion show, Y/N, but tell me," he cleared his throat. “How was training with Steve today? Is he taking care of you?”
A storm cloud hovered above Y/N as she suddenly remembered their betrayal. “He was mean. You called Steve instead of me?”
“I had some affairs to get in order. I'm responsible for you. Steve kept me updated. I knew you were safe. If I would have called you, you would have distracted me.”
“Distracted you?” Y/N asked in disbelief.
Bucky shrugged his good shoulder, “It’s kind of lonely in here. I would’ve used all my time thinking with my other head.”
A fire raged behind Y/N’s eyes, her knuckles turning white against the phone. Is that all I am to you, Buck? A distraction? So, what if you knew that I was safe. What about me?! All of my information about you came from the news which is hardly fact.”
The brunette’s jaw clenched, “Of course not, Y/N.” Resting the phone on his shoulder, he ran his good hand down his face. “I talk business with Steve. You get the rest of me. Besides, you were the one who asked me to protect you, not the other way around.”
Y/N scoffed leaning back in her chair, legs crossed. “Yeah, and if I remember correctly, I saved you. I don’t want fragments of you Bucky and I don’t won’t be kept in the dark.”
Bucky ran his tongue along the front of his teeth staring her down. They had been caught in a haze the past few weeks. Their latest interaction left a bitter taste in his mouth, a reminder of their fights leading up to their divorce. If he was stupid, he’d make the same mistake twice, but Bucky was a predator, a hunter. He knew it was time to change tactics and give in.
Mirroring Y/N, Bucky settled back in his chair. “Okay, princess. You want in on all of the secrets, you want to meet the dark side of me, I’ll let you meet ‘em.”
Y/N blinked back in surprise. He was giving in. So easily? “What’s the catch?”
Bucky grinned like the devil. Y/N once again found herself ready to make a deal with the devil, a habit she had yet to break. “No catch, baby doll. You want me and my lifestyle, you want to be treated like a big girl, the whole nine, you'll get it. No more playing house. If you wanna be a big girl, then you have to make big girl sacrifices. You want to be a queen, then you gotta marry a king. Just remember, you asked for this.”
The color drained from Y/N’s face. “Bucky, you can’t be serious.”
“I am dead serious princess.” Bucky pressed his left hand against the plexiglass staring her down from beneath his eyebrows. “Marry me.”
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First and Last Love (Gojo x Reader)
Second part of the you die in Shibuya mini-series
CW: Mentions of blood, gore, death, disassociation due to trauma, angst, season two spoilers, pretty much stated past satosugu
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It was only logical to send you in first. Shibuya was obviously a trap, and one of your cursed techniques allowed you to alter your appearance to look like others. So naturally as the second strongest sorcerer who could impersonate the strongest, you were sent in to evaluate the situation.
That didn’t mean that Gojo liked it. He knew you were strong, but something about this situation made him uneasy. You had laughed, reassuring him that he was always uneasy when the two of you were separated. And while he supposed that was true, that didn’t make his separation anxiety unfounded.
Especially because much more than the agreed upon thirty minutes had already passed. And still, there was no sign of you. Turning to Yaga he opened his mouth.
“Go.”
Yaga sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I know there’s no stopping you. Just…be careful. Please. Just use your brain for once in your life.”
But Gojo was already gone, teleported off to Shibuya. It was child’s play for him to deal with the transfigured humans that Mahito had left scattered in his path so it was mere minutes before he entered the underground station.
He frantically searched for you, yet he couldn’t sense your cursed energy. Desperation took over, and logic and caution fell to the wayside. He was careless, destroying every curse in his path until he came across a strange cube.
A prison realm. Realizing what it was, he turned and was about to leave the area when something was tossed from behind him, landing with a grotesque splat before him.
It was a finger, but why…
His world stopped. He couldn’t breathe. Because that finger, that ring finger, had two very familiar rings on it.
The one with the gorgeous alexandrite stone set in rose gold was the engagement ring that he so painstakingly selected for you.
The other was a simple gold band. Its twin currently rested on his own ring finger.
It couldn’t be. His chest felt tight and his vision blurred. What was that finger doing detached from your body? You were fine though. It was just a finger. Shoko could reattach it.
Gently removing the rings from the finger, he pocketed them and turned to confront whoever it was that had tossed it.
He blinked. Once. Twice.
This couldn’t be happening. This was all a dream. He was going to wake up in your shared bed with you in his arms. Safe. Alive. Well.
Uncontrollable hysteria bubbled in him, denial already setting in.
Because really, there was no possible way that his first love was proudly holding up the mangled corpse of the last person he would ever love.
Your limp hand dangled towards the ground, your elbow twisted at an unnatural angle, but all he could focus on was the bloody stub where your left ring finger used to be.
Slowly his eyes trailed upwards, running over your broken and bruised form.
When he finally met your eyes, your dull and lifeless eyes, he began to disassociate from reality.
He had held it together for so long, but seeing the spark absent from your beautiful eyes, replaced instead by a cloudy film was too much for him.
He stood there dumbly, unable to think, feel, or do anything.
He just felt…empty.
The prison realm swallowed him whole, but he found himself unable to care.
The only thing occupying his head was the cruel irony of it all.
His first love had killed his last.
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Twisted Pleasure
✧*。18+ ✧*。Choso Kamo x reader ✧*。note ≠ this idea was stuck inside my head for ages !! but idk if someone already did something like this, but anyways, enjoy!
"Hello? Baby I'm outside, wanna go for a ride?" "You're outside? But my parent'—' "come out love, it won't be for too long, promise."
You got up from your bed and walked towards the window, you looked out and saw choso sitting on his bike, with his hands resting on his thighs, Goddamnit! He just had to wear those black sweats with that tight compression shirt and a fur jacket...he looked so...good.. you were unknowingly rubbing your thighs together but you stopped when choso raised his arms to signal to you to come down.
You slowly tip-toed your way downstairs and used the spare key you had to open the door, it's not that your parents would get mad because of you going out this late at night because you were out till 4am at times, but you didn't want to wake them up.
"Finally" Choso said when you closed the door behind you after stepping outside. "You missed me that much?" "Always."
"sit infront of me, that way I can be closer to you." "you'll have some troubles driving then, because I might block the view!" "we'll see, love."
Choso helped you wear the helmet he got for you, it's a lavender coloured helmet with his name written on the sides, it's like his own helmet but the colour's black and your name was also written on it's sides. You smiled when he put on his own helmet, his eyes were looking so beautiful, you just want to see them rolled bac—
"grab on my arms and sit tight okay?" You nodded and watched him get on the bike, leaning back to give you the space. The way his shirt was slowly rolling up and revealing his happy trail and mini scars on his v-line. You felt yourself get wetter and wetter.
You carefully got on the bike and adjusted to your comfort, not knowing that you were rubbing on choso's dick. "Mmmfffp—!" "You okay there choso?"
You were doing it intentionally but he doesn't have to know that♡
Choso rolled his body on you accidentally to adjust himself, and right on that time you lifted your hips up, his half-hard dick rubbing on your wet slit was just enough to get him boner. "Y/n... you're doing t-this on purpose huh..?" He was whimpering in your ear now, and you enjoyed every moment of it. Your hand went back to touch his abs, and slowly go down on his bulge and rub it with your manicured nails. “Haah...Uugh.. Aaah...”
"go on Choso, let's go somewhere far yeah?" Choso started his bike and you removed your hands from his lower body. Having something better up your sleeve<3
It was going just fine for 15 minutes until you guys entered an empty street, the only light was the moon and the small lights. Your hands found their way to his sweats but this time you pulled down his pants and freed his dick, his tip was so wet cause of the precum, your fingers stroked it up and down and you heard choso gasp, he didn't say anything but let out his slutty moans. He stopped the bike for awhile to collect himself and you took that as chance to roll down your shorts just enough for his dick to get inside your warm walls.
"Y-Y/n wait! A-aah—FUCK!" he cussed out when you slid him inside and his cock stretched you so good, you had to clench down on him. "Y/n...ple–ase..." Choso begged for you to continue "Not yet baby, start your bike."
Choso looked at you with wide eyes, surely he didn't think you're as innocent and naive as you look right?
He slowly and carefully leaned forward to start his bike again but of course you would roll your hips on his sensitive cock and make it harder for him. "W-why can't we fuck and then go back—Aagh!..to your p-place..?" "Won't you listen to me Choso?" You looked back at him and Choso knew that look, you will overstimulate him when you go back to your place. He obediently started the bike and moved at a medium pace. There was a bumpy road ahead and Choso was scared for his life whereas you were grinning. As soon as the bike landed down on the bumpy road, rocks were coming down the tires, you automatically started jumping up and down on choso's dick. "AagH~! Y/n! Please baby pleas—Aah Shit!"
Your moans made him arch his back and accidentally push his dick deeper into you which made you moan out loudly, he quickly wrapped his palm around your mouth to muffle your moans. Choso stopped the bike and bended you over "I'm sorry y/n..but I r-really can't take it anymore!!" Poor little boy got tired of your games and just couldn't take it anymore!
Choso pushed his cock in and out of your gummy walls, his one hand was over your mouth to cover any moans and his other free hand went up your shirt and groped your tits. Squeezing your nipples between his middle and ring finger. You rolled your eyes back meanwhile Choso was drooling. "I'm sososo close! Please let me breed you right here and now!!" He kept on chanting your name. Choso was begging for you to let him push his seeds deep inside you and fill your womb with his warm cum:(
After a few more of his hard and deep thrusts, he came inside you, his whole body shaking along with yours. He leaned down and pressed his chest against your back. He was breathing heavily.
Choso pulled himself out of you and leaned back to watch his cum slowly drip out of you. He scooped it up with his middle finger and shoved it back inside you, making you shiver. Choso then slowly pulled you back up and took off your helmet to look at your pretty face. He took off his own helmet after that and you turned around to see his cheeks rosy pink and eyes half opened, he was still catching his breath.
"Just because I enjoyed this doesn't mean you won't get your punishment when we get back to my place baby"
Choso whimpered when you said that. Your boyfriend is such a pervert ♡
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𝘼𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘿𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 / 𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀.
𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 𝗫 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / oral (reader receiving) / no power dynamics / a bit of cross-dressing (on gojo's end, but nothing too serious) / food + eating mentions / brief cigarette smoking / a friends to lovers type beat / 1.7k words
“I dunno... I think blue is more my color.”
“No... I like the pink.”
“Really? More than the blue?”
“Not necessarily. I like any color.”
You pull the lollipop from between your red-stained lips, and he considers your perspective.
A mini-skirt of light pink hangs low on Satoru’s hips as he twists them girlishly in the mirror on the bedroom door, checking from every angle, watching as the fabric sways with the motion. The t-shirt he wears with it hugs his torso and rides up from the bottom to rest just above his navel.
For a while you eyed the way the pink garment was juxtaposed against the coarse tuft of white leading down the center, framed by the prominent v-line that likewise disappeared behind the elastic hem. He was sculpted in some sort of heavenly image, you were sure, so of course he wore the trappings of a feminine adolescent with grace, just as any other thing he could think to put on.
But then your eyes move up to study his face, capturing the discerning but leisurely look that crosses it, relatively unbothered by the actual outcome of blue vs. pink, the two colors of the same skirt you’d both purchased for yourselves in a childish frenzy. You, on your belly on the bed, are surrounded by candy wrappers and shopping bags, and wearing the respective blue.
A cigarette hangs from between his lips, turning to ash but breathed in only once. Another distraction, an experimental vice requested at the cash register on a whim as you both stood there side-by-side—excited, gluttonous children.
There are dates on the calendar in which there's a certain sadness in his eyes, corrupting the crystal blues with the murk of remembered pain. He doesn't speak it, denies any bad feeling with a sugar-coated grin and a pointed playful jab, but you are no fool. He is not impervious to the human condition, nor are you oblivious to the signs of its wear and tear.
Bringing it to the light would likely cause his inner animal—the animal he tries to protect with avoidance—to skitter, causing a rift or lure towards dissociation until he returns with a forced smile. So, for once, you decide that maybe indulging the avoidance might be a method that yields interesting results.
It was all juvenile in nature, littered with the essence of instant gratification and riding the high of impulsivity. But truly, it was tame compared to what other adults your age might’ve done to drive bad thoughts away, trapped in the chokehold of dangerous vices.
You’d simply urged him to stores, swiping cards and collecting excess, nursing caffeinated drinks, adding to the sugar rush by dropping armfuls of candy boxes into shopping carts. Satoru had even taken a liking to a stuffed white creature with eyes like his own—some sort of popular character adjacent to Hello Kitty, you think. It now sits near you on the bed.
He sighs and deflates, sauntering towards the bedside table where he takes a sip from the soda can there. You rise from where you’d been laying, sitting up on the edge of the mattress and leaning back on your hands as Satoru plops down next to you, matching your posture and jostling ash from the tip of the neglected cigarette. The exciting buzz of the day is starting to wear off, quiet settling between you.
You pull the stick of tobacco from his mouth and remove the candy from your own, slipping the ball of sweetness between his willing lips to create a peculiar flavor. He sucks on it while you switch to inhaling smoke, coughing with a frown and then reaching across him to drop the cigarette in the soda can. Another failed distraction, 19 sticks in a box that’ll go unlit.
He grins in amusement, skirt draped over muscled thighs. He steals a glance at yours.
“You could always try getting drunk,” you say, exhaling smoke and breaking the silence.
“No way—you know I don't like it.”
It was a last-ditch effort, a grasping at straws. “I know. I don't like it either.”
Silence falls again. There are so many things you know about each other, but so many things you don’t, primarily of the intimate variety. Satoru thinks he might like to learn them.
But first, he has to try and dismiss. Unnerve. Avoid.
His smile droops a little, six-eyes studying you with interest, voice dropping. He’s closer now.
“Why do you always help me? I could kill you in an instant,” he states casually, finally acknowledging your motives behind the entire fun-filled day, though making a point to reaffirm your weakness compared to his strength.
What a severe choice of words to be paired with a teasing grin, but they aren’t incorrect. He’s nature’s favorite freak. Yours, too.
You meet his gaze, unwavering, stealing the lollipop from him. “’Could’ and ‘would’ are two different things."
He challenges you. “You don’t think I would?”
“In the pink skirt?” Your eyes flit around in thought. “Hmm… no. But maybe the blue.” You smile cheekily, mouth red like his own, and he exhales a chuckle. Beating him at his own game.
“I wouldn’t.”
Satoru’s breath mingles with your own, close enough to breeze against your skin that glows in the fading sunlight from the window. Everything is bare feet, mini skirts, and orange sunset, with a heaping spoonful of sugar and feelings rising to the surface. Childlike milieu. Leaning in for a kiss feels like the only viable option.
You’ve never tasted his lips before, and you know they don’t naturally emulate cigarettes, but that’s how they are to you now. It’s a similar thing from his perspective; however, it doesn’t deter either of you from spreading the flavor between you with slow, languid licks that also share a hint of strawberry lollipop, the paper stick pinched between your fingers, momentarily forgotten.
There’s a hand on your thigh as breathing patterns start to change, bodies wanting to melt together the longer you lap at each other’s mouths. But it isn’t hurried, the sugar crash making it a little drunken; or maybe the satisfaction of finally merging just puts the two of you at ease.
Satoru pulls back, tipsy from spit and indulgence, but seeking more of you now that he’s discovered the perfect medicine. The tips of his fingers inch higher up the inside of your thigh, and you pop the sucker back onto your tongue to suppress a moan.
“Let me try something else?” he asks with heavy lids, eyeing your pretty lips and pleading for this final distraction. But it’s not really a distraction anymore.
You’re staring at his lips too, nodding and humming around the candy in your mouth.
Satoru’s knees meet the carpet in front of you, palms spreading your thighs apart so that he can see the panties you’re wearing beneath your skirt. It shouldn’t feel like home for him here when he’s never even visited before, but it does, on both your end and his.
When his fingers clutch the waistband to strip away the fabric, you raise and shift your hips closer to the edge of the bed to offer assistance. Then the underwear has been rolled down your thighs and discarded on the floor, revealing you to him in full, Satoru marveling at the new sight and thumbing through the slit with the watering mouth of a starved animal.
He gets a little high off the smell of your cunt, your slick a narcotic on his tongue when he dips into it. He laves and smears until he’s covered in the sticky shine, lost in the service of another as it serves him in kind; placates him, fills the space where ache and self-importance used to encumber his chest.
The attention he presses to your clit rivals the attention you’d given his battered soul, paying you back, accepting love by letting it flow in, circulate, and flow back out. Appreciation, reciprocation, acceptance. He writes it with a wet muscle on every crevice of your delicate flesh.
Those burdened baby blues from earlier have become glazed with lust and love, peering up at you with adoration and accented by perfectly flushed cheeks. Your thighs are the heated walls of a century-old church during a southern summer, and it’s his favorite season. He’ll gladly work up a sweat with his prayer, his offering, his worship; he loves the purpose. Cum on his tongue and show him that God is listening, won’t you?
He wants to forever wear your pleasure as a gloss on his lips, let it override the taste of sugarcane and artificial flavor, the remnants of tobacco and nicotine, the weight of sorrow and melancholy.
Gift him with your orgasm, let it heal his wounds. Cleanse him, baptize him, save him.
He savors every second of his slow devotion, as do you, head falling back and throat singing his praises with moans of favorable timbre. Satoru’s eyes roll into his skull when your fingers slip between silky white strands and tug, shooting pleasure-pain straight down to his aching cock. He figures you’re close because your heels dig into his back and you grind your pussy along his chin, so the devotee keeps offering your cunt strawberry kisses until you fall apart.
He drinks down every last drop of essence that falls upon his tongue as your thighs encase him, a coil of ecstasy releasing in your gut. Your orgasm is sweeter than any candy he’s ever tasted, stronger than any bad memory that’s ever dared to haunt him. He’s even forgotten what had him feeling so somber today in the first place.
Lost friends. Lost ways. Things that hurt but are soothed by your companionship.
Satoru rises from his place of worship and seals the divine deal with a kiss, hardly taking the notion to breathe in between. Steadfast, you welcome him like you always do, making space in your heart and body for a man who didn’t think he required any love.
He is human too—living, breathing flesh that flourishes when provided with the proper nourishment. He may have a proclivity for convincing the world otherwise, but in his heart he knows it’s a deflection, an avoidance.
But he does not have to flee from pain, not anymore, because you will be there to strip it away from him. Not with candies and other pleasures of the flesh, but with the love and acceptance of a person who nobody ever thought needed it.
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Nothing But Trouble
TW: Threesome. Smut. Language. Degrading language. Praise kink. Dom!Rafe. Dom!Topper. Cheating. Slight dubcon.
*SERIOUSLY A FILTHY LITTLE SMUT
SUMMARY: Topper and Rafe make you theirs after being unable to fight it for another minute.
WORD COUNT: 2800
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🤍Dark!Topper and Dark!Rafe blackmailing JJ’s kook!reader girlfriend???
Nothing But Trouble
As easy going as your boyfriend JJ could be, he had one simple rule.
Stay away from all Kooks.
His reasons ranged from the clear envy his birthright deprived into the worry he had for any of your remaining innocence to be tainted. And yet, all you ever saw were the smiles from those harboring trust funds behind those grimaces. Parties and events you were excluded from as you were not full Kook or full Pogue. Stories you'd hear from Sarah and Kiara about those infamous parties had piqued your curiosity more than reminded you of your boyfriend's warning.
And you should have listened…
"Not sure you can handle this stuff…" Topper teased as he stole the hard liquor you'd set at the bottom of your cup. But in truth, you wanted to find the quickest way to forget about JJ's cruel words. Usual kindness and protection had been altered into insecure and cruel words of how you were practically broadcasting yourself. Even as Kiara and Pope tried to remind him of how his job was to remind you of his compassion, he ended up storming off and leaving you the talk of the party. Which was why you'd crafted this makeshift cocktail in hopes of salvaging the night. Ignorant to the plans they had for you.
"Must have quite a tolerance to put up with those pogues all the time…" Rafe explained at your back, your body in tremors at the idea of his close proximity as his reputation set you to chill. Where Topper was known as possessive and even articulate, he was reserved enough to be contained. But Rafe was unhinged. In every way you heard about JJ. And yet, JJ was hurtful. He was selfish. At least he had been tonight. And since he left you behind, even after promising never to do so, you entertained the conversation with the two boys with such dangerous reputations. After all, what harm could a conversation do?
Somehow beyond your emotions and the need for a distraction, they convinced you to play Beer pong. An innocent enough game that acted as a test to your allowance. It began with Topper leaning over you and whispering jokes about your opponents. But ended with Rafe's hand draped over you as you were led to the pool house, having pulled you here under the guise of needing further libations.
"I don't get it…" He explained while leaning over the mini fridge and removing the small liquor bottles that would be found at any chosen mini bar.
"You're one of us…and yet you're…wasting your time with a pogue?" Your attention came to the locking mechanism sounding out behind your back. You realized quite quickly of your predicament. With only a light buzz, you were well beyond coherent enough to understand. With a raging pulse against your chest, palms wet with perspiration, and eyes shifting for a secondary exit, you were at their mercy.
"I-I want to g-go back…" But as you attempted, the hope of using a sugared cadence to remind them of this being a mistake, you found Topper to lead you to the couch.
"We just want to talk…Make sure they're treating you right…" Although his words and tone seemed genuine enough, there was something dark in his eyes. The same in Rafe's as he handed his friend a drink before taking down his own.
"Because after tonight, we saw how he doesn't deserve you…" Topper's hand came to your knee. A few instances throughout the game of Beer Pong had made this almost normal, almost caring.
Almost.
But as your stomach twisted to know this was anything but pure and sweet, you shifted away.
"Couples fight…." You validated, shrugging even if the pain remained.
"But you deserve to be cared for." Rafe took the space on the couch beside you, his hand higher on your thigh as his lips at your neck. Your body electrified by the taboo presence that you could only give in to it. If you attempted to fight, Topper had worked your focus to him. His fingers pulling your jaw to face him.
"Let us take care of you…Remind you that you're a Kook. You deserve to be fucked like one…" To this, Rafe's fingers were already beneath your skirt.
"She's too tense…" Rafe groaned, his second hand brushing your breast. Your nipple hardening enough to pebble beneath your suit.
"Let us make you feel good, baby…like you deserve…" But as you allowed it for a moment, Topper's hands gluttonous at your hips and rival breast that Rafe had taken interest in, you recalled how this was wrong. It was bad. It was-
"Oh!" You gasped, Rafe's finger at your clothed clit.
"Bet he takes advantage of you, doesn't he?" Rafe almost seemed to growl into your neck. Half lustful and half annoyed at the sole thought of JJ.
"No, he…he's good to me-"
"If he was good to you, he never would have left you alone…" Topper reminded.
"Never know someone's intentions…" He smirked, your skin slight by feeling it form closer to your ear.
"Don't worry, we'll take good care of you…" Rafe grained, pulling you over his lap in a straddle as Topper was behind you. As you attempted to fight them, their hands convinced your worry away.
"Please…"
"This isn't the part where you beg…not yet." Rafe explained as Topper pulled the cover of your suit loose until only the fabric of your bikini remained. He teased the straps and clasp at your back that Sarah helped close earlier that night when you left The Chateau as the thought returned you to your convictions.
"Stop worrying about those pogues. They don't deserve you…If you're too tense, you won't be able to enjoy this…and we want you to…" Topper reminded, leading two careful fingers to your chin to pull you back to look at him. One of those miniature bottles set at your lips.
"Swallow…" He asked sweetly, a grin breaking his content expression.
"Practice for later…" Your mouth dried as you choked on the whiskey, the burn making you breathless along with those words. Anything you'd ever known about sex had come from JJ. The thrill of your relationship with him having been enough to grant him the privilege of all of your firsts. And yet, this paled in contrast to his touch. All because it was two of the most prohibited of men to show such interest in you.
Interest they'd never shown until tonight.
"I can't…" You choked out as Topper and Rafe paused to look at each other.
"Stand up then…" Rafe explained, standing up and forcing you more than allowing you to take the stance on your own. Once pulling away, you were suddenly left more vulnerable. Your hands moved quickly over your torso to cover what you were certain should have been left for JJ.
"Use the shower in the back…then we'll take you home. He probably doesn't want you coming back smelling like us…" Whether it was the care he seemed to offer or the chance to be away from them to clear your mind from the mess their joint presence and focus made of you, you agreed.
"I'll run it…" Rafe disappeared for a moment as you were left with Topper. It was only a moment, but it was all it took to notice the way he'd looked at you.
"The pogues hate us because we can afford all of those little things they can't…" He explained, finishing the contents of his drink and leaving the drink on a table's edge before moving to a picture on the wall.
"Cameras are among them." You narrowed your eyes, completely confused to what he meant. It was only once he'd revealed the portrait of a rather beautiful landscape was a ruse to divert attention from the surveillance system beneath.
"Wonder what JJ would think of you doing this…" He rewound the tape for you to witness how you had allowed yourself to be touched.
"Of course, we can't have JJ seeing you this way now can we? You don't deserve that…" Rafe now returned, the sound of the shower echoing from his back. The door left ajar with the breath of steam following behind him.
"You're such a good girlfriend to him. I bet you even get him off before he takes care of you, yeah?" You blushed, details of such things meant for only your boyfriend. And yet spoken by them, sounded decadently sinister. Like chocolate you knew would make you sick.
And yet you wanted a taste.
Just one…
"Bet he doesn't know what he has…" Rafe began as you looked to the monitor, both boys watching just how you watched yourself. The way you observed yourself had them looking to each other with wide grins of approval.
"We could always show him…what he's missing…" Your eyes shot to Topper.
"Let him see how he should be touching you…How he should make you feel…"
"Please…it was a kiss…I didn't even…no…" You took a step back, feeling Rafe's hard chest stopping you. His fingers wrapped around your upper arms keeping you in place effortlessly. The lift of a scoff felt at your back made you shudder. He found humor in you discomfort. And it was only the start…
"Or…we could make you feel good…Give you something to consider…"
"She's already shaking…" Rafe explained to Topper as he observed you, taking in every detail of hoe your body was affected. Even more so as he moved closer.
"You're gonna be ruined, I'd save your energy…We have a long night planned for you-" Rafe's hand rode to your neck, keeping you in place.
"But you're already making a mess for us, aren't you? The kind of mess it takes more than one person to clean up…To appreciate…"
"Maybe she isn't that wet…" Rafe shrugged, his second hand testing your lips, down to your nipples, before motioning to the shower.
"Easy fix…" Before you could object, you were pulled over Rafe's shoulder and taken into the bathroom. The cold counter beneath your knees did nothing to Topper's touch as Rafe stood at the edge of the shower.
"It's hot enough…".
"Not yet…" Topper teased.
"Come on…" Rafe held his hand out, the signet ring catching your eye as you recalled the chill it left on your torso through the drawing made since you were alone.
"I want to uh…"
"You wouldn't want JJ to see that…say such mean little things you don't deserve, right? You deserve to be taken care of…to feel good…and the best part is…" Topper moved closer, tracing your lips with his own.
"He doesn't even have to know."
"Unless you leave…Then we'd have to tell him…" Rafe was now shirtless, trunks remaining on a the water trailed down his back and gathered at his feet.
"To defend you…tell them all those little noises you made-" Topper began.
"How your neck tastes…how it feels in my hand…and that's before I'm even inside of you-'
"Just let us…Nobody has to know…" Topper spoke again as he pulled your hand between your legs.
"Man, if she starts, I'm gonna have to go first…" Rafe warned, nursing the bulge forming beneath his seam.
"You have any idea how you torture us? Just give us a little…for not showing your boyfriend…"
"Slowly-" Rafe interjected.
"She's probably used to coming quickly with him…that won't be the case tonight…" He smiled through his words as your fingers moved into the bottom half of your suit. As he made this direction, your eyes shot to Rafe. His body already heaving, only pulling away when noticing the tie of your suit made loose.
"Fuck…she's so wet…Making more of a mess than I thought…let me help." Topper was on his knees, your legs pulled over his shoulders as he was savoring you before you could object.
"Look at me." Rafe ordered.
"You must be sweet…I can't wait to have a taste…" He licked between his lips.
"You better not come though, sweetheart…This was MY idea…I get to feel you come first…" But the way he spoke contradicted Topper's motions. Although slow, thorough enough to feel that familiar pull of your lower stomach.
"Ah…" You winced to the sudden suction made between his teeth. This sound motivated him to accelerate.
"Slow down, she's gonna come-" Rafe spat.
"She's so fucking sweet." Topper groaned between his motions as your tension directed to your thighs as you rode in to him. A palm flat to the counter and the other running through his hair.
"Jesus, you look even better like this…" Rafe explained as you rested into the mirror behind you.
"Get in here. Let's clean you off…" Rafe groaned as Topper pulled back, hesitant, but dripping down his smirk.
"My turn." Rafe spoke over your shoulder as you were guided into the shower.
"No touching. That's my job now…" His foot kicked your ankles apart. One hand through your hair and the other moving from your hip and to your core.
"I don't want you holding back. Let Top know what he's looking forward to." He pulled your hair tighter until the back of your head rested on his shoulder.
"Don't insult me." You groaned to the swipe made between your lower lips. The instant his ringed finger brushed your clit, you shivered.
"You're already so sensitive…Won't take too long now will it?"
"Next time, I get to start-AND finish…"
"Next time?" You gasped as he sunk a finger into you. Teasing and experimenting to your response to him. Every raised breath acting as the plea to continue.
"Turn around." But with trembling thighs and guilt, you hesitated. This hesitation making him more aggressive. Your body forced against the wall formerly before you.
"But you need to relax. Otherwise you're only gonna be in pain…" He pushed his body completely against you. Enough to feel his breath as it raised his chest and the erection hard against your stomach as he towered over you.
"And I don't mind…" He directed you towards Topper, his cock now in his hand as he was in the midst of a half stroke before smirking at you.
"But he likes them to scream in pleasure…" You were forced to your knees.
"But I want you to cry for me first. Need to earn it a bit. Then we'll take care of you…But he got to have a taste…now it's your turn." His eyes blew wide with lust.
"Please me, sweetheart. Just a bit…" His cock was exposed to you, trunks forgotten at his ankles.
"Don't look at him!" Rafe charged as you looked to Topper in hope. Of more. Of less. For freedom. For release. For salvation you thrived being so close to, not truly wanting it.
"This is my turn! Make it worth my while and I might let you come…" He taunted, his thumb teasing your bottom lip.
"I'm sorry…" His tone seemed sympathetic. For a moment, he seemed empathetic.
"You're gonna be in a lot of pain after you take me. A shame you won't be able to scream for me…but you'll make it up to me next time…" He thrust himself into your throat.
"Breathe through your nose." He instructed.
"Open your throat." Topper grunted, his strained tone explaining his close release.
"Yeah…yeah, just like that baby ..shit…" Rafe's palms hit hard to the shower wall, "More-"
"Easy, man-" Topper warned.
"Touch her-" Rafe growled. "I wanna hear her." Topper lowered to you, fingers at your sex.
The abundance of his fingers contrasting JJ's usual kindness forgotten to his cruelty. Two fingers at once, pumping quickly as you clenched around him.
"More!" He belted, your body used as a midpoint between pleasure and pain. The stretch Rafe made of your throat and that of Topper's fingers pulled you to an edge. An edge never ventured to prior to now. One deep enough to set your guilt but frightening enough to pull something else. A fear. A fear of their reluctance. Of them denying you.
"There we go!" Topper smiled.
"Shit!" Rafe pulled you off of him.
"She's gonna come. She's fucking coming-" Rafe explained, scoffing in that patronizing tone you now knew well. Your body arched as he watched you, Topper groaning and smiling as he favored you coming undone because of him. But it was short lived as you came quickly. And hard.
"Good. Now we can really have fun…"
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(Hey! I hope this ask isn't too nsfwish, if it is, feel free not to answer!)
Anyway, I wanted to request something for some Twisted Wonderland characters (I just got into the game a while ago and I'm almost finished with the main story for Scarabia! It's very addicting, lol)! Oh, and I don't know if you have a character limit, but I'll just request Ace, Trey, Cater, Floyd, Scarabia, and Epel! You can remove some characters if you want if it's too much.
Anyway, the request I wanted to make was, how do you think some of the Twisted Characters would react to, in the middle of class (or just during anytime of the school day), the Prefect/Reader sends them like, a suggestive photo of themselves while there out (which may have not seemed like that on the Perfect/Reader end, but might have been seemed different by the characters). How do you think the characters would react? And how would you think they would feel if another student tried peeping at the photo while they were looking at it?
If you decide to do this request, Thank you and I hope you have a nice day! :)
Thank you, I hope you do too
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Suggestive Selfies | Yandere Twisted Wonderland
As you mentioned most of the material they find to be particularly arousing doesn’t necessarily have anything sexual in nature but a yandere knows no bounds. Oh and for the poor soul that dared to lay their eyes on the photo meant specifically for them will be lucky to keep those:
Ace Trappola
As one of your closest confidants Ace is one of the first to have access to you through text
As such its a given you are constantly going back and forth
About homework, hanging out, what you’re eating, whoyou’rewith
So its a given that you send him pictures
It isn’t hard for him to ask either
as long as he words it right
‘Bet. I doubt you actually just woke up’
‘Lol sucks to suck! Now what’d you bet’
He lets a mischevious smile spread across his face as he gets what he wanted
A picture of your minimalist pajama set and messy bedhead
All for his viewing pleasure
It was easiest to imagine waking up beside you this way
Especially after a heated night before
He does take notice to the peaking his roommate is doing
Quick to shove his phone in his pocket
Next day is all it takes for the trail of Riddle’s tart leading to the unsuspecting student
If that isn’t enough he’ll make a big accident potions class
That has the peeping tom feeling like a million fire ants are biting at his skin
“Don’t be looking at others toys, especially when I’m sitting right there. At that point you’re just asking me to defend!”
Trey Clover
He knows you come running for his food
Free and easy its his way to get close to you without your little friends lackeys getting in the way
But he wasn’t expecting you to get so eager to replicate him
But he doesn’t hate the way you start sending him pictures of the things your making
Mostly because you unknowingly end up showing off whatever your wearing in your lonesome
Maybe a thigh in skimpy shorts
Or the voice messages of you struggling with particularly thick batter
That always has him excusing himself
But most recently your picture of a the mini cake you made
Completely unaware of the ample view of your chest that came with it
It leaves nothing to the imagination andhelovesit
But before he can slyly dismiss himself
He sees the eyes of someone in the reflection of his phone
He doesn’t react pretending to scroll before watching them avert
…so they really were watching…scum
He wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt but now he’s got an unfortunate confirmation
“It’s a shame…that the next time you eat something it’ll be your last. Should know when to mind your business.”
Cater Diamond
He’s one for pictures
If his story being updated every 30 minutes wasn’t enough
His text messages with you would prove him guilty
With nearly every word there's a picture from him
It wouldn’t be long before you followed suit
Mirroring the images he was so keen on sending you
Eventually one slips through an accidental photo of your body suggestively peaking out
He saves it in no time at all
Already planning to post about how deep he’s in it
But instead he might post about him being in a different location
Then where he dumped the peeper’s body+
“Been here all day! Thinking only about gettinginto bae!”
Floyd Leech
It’s an accident
Most of the time you’re just texting Floyd because you think its funny when he types incorrectly
somehow virtually whines to you about not being with you
But you accidentally send a picture of yourself from an unreasonablelysexy angle
“I wanna bite! Where you at!”
Unlike the others he’s not brushing it off or moving on
He’s abruptly leaving class to go find you to dealwithhisfrantichunger
No body’s looking at what made him do that
Not unless they want to be strangled behind the school
“Oi oi did you like what you see…good for you now when you black out you’ll have pretty dreams of my shrimpy!”
Jamil Viper
He’s not usually one for texting
But Kalim is
its more than likely when he has to go somewhere he’s receiving blurry photos of Kalim dragging you around
So he uses this opportunity to ask you for an actually good picture or video evidence
Granted he might’ve played a hand in that
He’s not complaining
Especially when your sending a video of you cheering him on
A call out to a video Kalim had sent earlier
But the sound of your labored breathing, the close-up of your sweaty body
It leaves him showing through his basketball shorts
And when the nosey player peaks over his shoulder
He’s immediately hypnotizing him to injure himself in front of everybody
He thinks its a worthy punishment for trying to take one of the few things he owns
“Thanks for the cheers (Y/n), no doubt I’ll win the next game.”
Kalim Al Asim
He loves texting you
Its like he’s speaking to you while being far away (duh)
It’s the best except…
He never gets to see your face
But you’re so agreeable all he has to do is ask
And sometimes if he keeps talking to you while you’re busy you’ll make mistakes
Mistakes like sending pictures of you posing in a mirror instead of the one you just took
“Delete this…maybe…no!”
He won’t allow anyone to look and if they do Kalim just stares
It doesn’t exactly click that they might have ill intentions
But theres still that nasty feeling in his chest
“Aren’t they pretty…they’re going to be mine one day. Understand!”
Epel Felmier
He typically texts you when he’s deep in etiquette lessons
It only motivates him to deviate even more
Won’t you think he’s manlier if you see how sneaky he is to take a picture now
Now you better send back its not fair that way
A selfie of something simple
Something simple that doesn’t need to incite anything
Say that to the heat overtaking his body
If anyone should look over whether out of curiosity or their own interest
He’s throwin’ hands
“This. Picture. Is. For. My. Eyes. Only!”
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I saw your open to requests/asks so I figured I'd give this thought to you but like calling Scaramouche doll I think it would be interesting seeing how he's a puppet
✿ 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞 𝙖𝙢 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙮... ✿
characters: scaramouche x nb!reader
warnings: spoilers to wanderer’s backstory and genshin lore up to 3.4, angst, mentions of blood and body torture, dottore, fluff, reverse comfort
notes: interesting thought actually anon! i’ve seen a few smuts where scara likes being called “doll” and i thought why not try writing for an sfw fic?
wanderer hates being reminded of his true origin and “birth”. even though it has been a good year since his erasing of his past selves from the irmunsul and the abandonment of the fatui, he still hates every single thing that reminds him of his past.
the slightest bit of cold metal touching his fair skin reminding him of the times he spent on dottore’s lab table. crying, writhing, struggling against the chains holding his limbs down as the heartless doctor continues his “experiments”. the slightest bits of cold metal on his skin reminding of how the second harbinger would cut away at his skin, hums and mumbles of sadistic fascination tumbling out of his mouth as he cuts off his skin, opening his chest, digging through his organs as the poor puppet cries, feeling every little cut, every little organ removal, everything.
wanderer hates physical contact because the only ones he ever received were followed by pain. whether it be during sparring against fellow harbingers, a fight against his ambushers or a new “experiment” on the doctor’s lab table.
but he finds himself starting to enjoy physical touches. when you jump behind him to surprise hug him, cuddle his smaller frame against yourself while whining about how much you’ve missed him, how much you feel neglected because he didn’t give his usual good morning kisses - he can’t help but laugh at that.
you? the most spoiled lover in whole of sumeru, no scratch that, in entirety of teyvat? uh huh sure.
wanderer finds himself craving physical touches. jumping into your arms, tugging on the sleeve of your shirt as he covers his flushed face with his hat, a small, quiet “…hug?” escaping his mouth.
he finds himself unable to sleep at night as he tosses and turns. the bed feeling too cold, too big, a bit too empty without you to lay beside him. therefore choosing to use your pillow as a makeshift ‘you’ to cuddle through the night.
the fair man finds himself sewing a small doll - similar to his own one - during the time you’re away on a business trip. “mini [name]” he names it with a proud smile as he makes the two small dolls hug each other, placing them together in a cuddling position as he sews a mini blanket to cover them, sometimes even making them kiss as he lets out the most obnoxious, loudest “mwah! mwah!” noises.
however more than those, the puppet finds himself longing to hear you call him sweet nicknames again. the tender tone of voice, soft butterfly kisses, the teasing smile you gives him as your eyes crinkles upwards - he craves it all.
“honey, i’m home!” snapping him out of his affection craving daydreams, wanderer hears your voice call out to him from the front door. the jingles of your keys, the rustling of your clothes all sounding familiar - a warm, heart fluttering routine.
walking up to tackle you in a hug, wanderer smiles as he hears your laughter - however it was hidden as he nuzzles into your shoulder, inhaling your perfume greedily like a starved man.
“…can you call me that nickname again?” he whispers breathlessly, stomach churning and twisting in an odd feeling - love, you taught him.
“honey?” came back your confused reply as you wrap your arms around him. returning the sweet, hidden affections you two share only behind closed doors.
“not that. you know… that one” looking up at you, he gave a slight huff at your stupidity. lips twitching down in a small pout as his eyes softened, the familiar sweet and innocent face he makes stabbing through your heart with a “cute!” sign.
you pondered for a while. not really remembering which exact nickname he was asking you to call him by as you stared dumb foundedly at your boyfriend. noises of thinking and confusion reverberating from the back of your throat as he patiently waited.
“oh! you meant doll?” an imaginary lightbulb popped on top of your head as you looked down at his shorter frame with a hesitant smile. you always thought he might hate it but turns out it was actually the complete opposite.
eyes crinkling, heartbeat quickening, lips curling up into a soft smile was your lover’s reply. ah… he loves it when you call him goo-y nicknames like that. your tone sounding gentle, loving, worshiping almost causing him to feel blood rushing into his cheeks.
“again” he tried to demand but it came out as more of a plea.
“doll”.
“again”.
“hehe… doll”.
“again..?”
“my pretty doll”.
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