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So I’m a cheerleader.. and I was thinking Stiles being with a cheerleader reader and he gets all hot and bothered seeing her walk around the school in uniform because it hugs her figure perfectly, so he pulls her into an empty classroom and you know 😉😉 and he tells her how short her skirt is and how it’s “easy access”

Stiles Stilinski is not subtle.

Especially when it comes to his staring, which was made very clear to you the day you first joined the team, before later showing up at his house in your new cheerleading uniform.

And his eyes had nearly bugged out of his head.

And he drooled.

Literally drooled.

All down his chin.

And it's for this very reason that you've decided to wear the dangerous outfit to school today, just to make sure he gets a really good look.

Technically, practice isn’t until after school, and most of the other girls prefer to change in the locker room just before.

And that’s normally how you prefer it, too. After all, this skirt leaves little to the imagination but even more so…it lets in a draft.

And it’s February. And very cold, and very brisk, and your legs are very bare.

But it’ll be worth it to watch the line of drool dribble from Stiles’ mouth as you swing your hips by his desk.

And you’re rewarded with exactly that as you saunter your way from one side of the classroom to the other, pretending to be oblivious to your charm, and to his presence, as you call a greeting to your friend.

You keep your back to him because you know if you catch a glimpse of his face, you’ll smirk. And if he knows you know what you’re doing, then he’ll make sure to make you regret it.

…which, you suppose wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Still, you keep him behind you and begin a conversation with one of the other girls on the team. You exchange stories about how your weekend was and what you’re looking forward to during practice.

But you don’t miss the sound of his throat clearing. You don’t miss the sound of his chair scraping across the floor, or the sound of his footsteps parading after you.

And you smile.

“What, no hello for me?” comes the familiar, soft taunt, slipping just over your shoulder.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and glance to the side. “Hm? Oh, yeah. Hey, Stiles.”

He swallows a scoff. “Oh, I think you can do better than that.”

Your eyes roll as he steps in front of you and leans back against your desk, forcing your attention on him.

Then, he grins. “So…do better.”

Still, you keep your playfully annoyed expression firm on your face as you shrug and let out a heavy sigh. “Fine. Hello, Stiles. Is that good enough for you?”

“Mm-mm.” His head shakes. “Try again.”

Your arms cross in front of your chest. “Well, it’s just gonna have to be, because class is about to start, and I don’t have time for this.”

With that, you reach out to lightly shove him to the side and out of your way so you can slip by and take your seat.

But you hadn’t anticipated the contact to be so…electrifying. You suppose it makes sense. After all, you and Stiles haven’t really had a lot of…quality time together recently. Both so busy with extracurriculars, homework, and friends.

You hadn’t meant to go two weeks without, and truthfully, you thought you’d been doing fine. Sure, once in a while, you’d find yourself lying in bed with your fingers between your thighs. But Stiles was always on the other side of that phone call, talking you through it, telling you how much he missed it, and how pleased he was to hear you fuck yourself to the sound of his voice.

Now, as you wrestle him out of your way, you feel his fingers brush the outside of your thigh as you pass by, and your breath catches in your throat as your mind suddenly goes fuzzy.

You both seem to still, now abundently aware of how badly you need each other.

You look up at him.

He looks back.

You swallow.

He smiles.

“Uh…Mr. Clark?” he’s suddenly calling, turning toward the man now taking his place near the front of the classroom.

Mr. Clark looks up. “Yes?”

“I’m…I’m not feeling so hot,” Stiles says, voice labored and thick as if in great pain. “I need to go see the nurse.”

Mr. Clark sighs as he waves his hand through the air dismissively. “Fine but be quick about it, please. We have a lot to cover.”

“Yes, Sir,” Stiles replies, taking a step back before stumbling rather dramatically as his hands reach out to grasp onto you. “Oh. Oh, gosh. I…I don’t think I can make it there on my own, I feel…I feel so weak and dizzy.”

Mr. Clark’s expression drops into an unamused frown. “Is that so?”

Stiles nods, blinking innocently. “Yeah, I…I sure hope I don’t pass out on the way there. That would just be…so bad. I could seriously get hurt. But…no. No, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me, I’ll…I’ll just hold onto the wall and hope I remember how to walk—”

“My god, just take him,” Mr. Clark interrupts, now nodding his chin at you. “It’s fine. Just take him, and hurry back.”

Doing your best not to laugh, you chew on the inside of your cheek and loop your arm under Stiles’ shoulder to help guide him toward the door.

He pretends to be faint, swaying from side to side as you do your best to keep him walking in a straight line.

And because this is Stiles, he makes this as difficult as possible, resting almost all of his weight on you as work to keep yourself upright.

Once you’re in the hall, you expect him to drop the act, but he doesn’t. Not until you’ve passed the few straggling students and teachers.

You also expect that he wants to actually head to the nurse’s office. His favorite place to have you because it's quiet, secluded, and it has a bed.

But this theory of yours is also proven wrong when he suddenly skids to a stop in the middle of the hallway, grabs onto your wrist, and yanks you through what seems to be a random door.

Once you’re both safely inside, you peer around the dark space, and piece together that he’s brought you into one of the empty study rooms.

However, you aren’t afforded an opportunity to discover much more than that because just as you’re starting to get comfortable, you feel his hands.

One is on your hip, and the other is nudging between your thighs to pry you open. And as he does, he guides you back toward one of the desks and places you on top before placing himself between your legs.

Your palms meet the cold, hard surface behind you as you brace yourself and stumble over a gasp. “What…what—”

“This?” he murmurs under his breath, fisting at the fabric of your cheerleading skirt with contempt. “This is fucking cruel.”

Your lashes flutter but you can’t deny the flush of your cheeks at his approval. “What do you mean?”

He makes a noise deep in the back of his throat as he guides the fabric up your lap, eying it—and you—closely. “You know exactly what I mean, sugar. Know you do. Know you wore this just to hurt me. Know you wanted me to see just how easy it would be to have you. Right then. Right there. In front of everybody.”

You stay silent because he’s right, and you just hope he plans to do something about it.

“It does, you know,” he continues softly, long fingers caressing the soft, tender skin of your inner thigh. “It does hurt me. Every inch of you hurts me. Not having you hurts me. Not being with you hurts me—”

He stops, and your heart just about drops to your ass as he ghosts his lips above yours and hooks his thumb under the lace of your underwear.

You both still.

“—do you wanna hurt me, sugar?” he asks, and you immediately shake your head. “Good. S’good. So…what do you want?”

He won’t go further than this until you say the words, and while you appreciate the sentiment, your tongue doesn’t seem to want to work right now.

“You,” you breathe. “Always you, Stiles, please.”

You watch his entire face light up as he finally concedes and kisses you. God, he kisses you with so much love and lust and adoration that your head spins and your lungs just about give out.

“Yeah?” he whispers.

You nod.

“Good. Then let’s do something about it.”

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mcverse · 7 months

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༘⋆✿ Pᴀʀɪɴɢ: Yᴜᴜᴍᴀ Mᴜᴋᴀᴍɪ x ꜱ/ᴏ! F! Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

༘⋆✿ Rᴇϙᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ: Yᴇꜱ/Nᴏ ( @arleccine )

༘⋆✿ Wᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.1ᴋ

༘⋆✿ Tʏᴘᴇ: Oɴᴇʜᴏᴛ Sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ, Cᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ!Aᴜ

༘⋆✿ Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ (ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ(?) ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ Yᴜᴜᴍᴀ, ꜱᴏғᴛ Yᴜᴜᴍᴀ (ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ), ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ

༘⋆✿ Sɪᴅᴇ Bᴀʀ: I ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ғᴀʀ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴅɪᴅ. Wᴇʟʟ, ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ. Mʏ ғɪʀꜱᴛ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀꜱᴛ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘʟꜱ!

༘⋆✿ Hᴏᴍᴇ

ᴘʟꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ: ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ 18+

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ & ꜱʜᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

"Damn..." you exhale in exhaustion as you place a box in the living room among the others. Yuuma follows, effortlessly juggling the last two boxes in both arms and closing the apartment door with his foot.

He positions the boxes beside yours and shakes his head, teasing, "You lifted, what, five boxes? Quit pretending like you did so much work." A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips when you shoot him a scowl.

"What's it to you? I'm exhausted. It took hours to get here. I don't have vampire-like abilities where I can skip sleep," you retort, turning away with a pout and settling beside the box you had placed earlier. "And out of all the places we could've gone, you pick this city."

If you could even call it a city. By your standards, it was far too small in comparison to the cities in America, but you didn't have the authority to dictate what qualified as one.

Yuuma clicks his tongue and approaches you, giving your hair a gentle tug to capture your attention. "We picked this place together, don't forget. A certain someone couldn't handle long-distance, so we made a compromise on Nakari University."

You groan and shut your eyes as the memory replays in your mind, causing you to cringe with secondhand embarrassment. It's the recollection of a particularly raw and emotional pillow talk with Yuuma.

It was perhaps that display of vulnerability that led to both of you deciding to attend the same college instead of going your separate ways for your bachelor's degrees.

Somehow, you had a feeling he'd never allow you to forget that.

"That's what I thought," he tease playfully in response to your silence, leaning down and catching you off guard with a quick peck on the lips. "Now, quit lounging around. The quicker we unpack, the sooner you can sneak in a nap."

You nod, smiling at him. "And a shower. I would really enjoy that."

He takes a sniff of the air, raises an eyebrow, and nods in agreement. "You've got that unmistakable scent of sweat."

You decide to dismiss his comment since nobody sought his agreement, and you're becoming tired of his teasing. Pointing out your scent isn't fair when he consistently carries the fragrance of Gardenias around him.

"Could you play some music? My phone's in my purse over there, and my mini speaker’s right next to it," you ask him, opting not to get up since he was already standing.

He complies without hesitation, effortlessly unlocking your phone because he knows the password, while simultaneously turning on the Bluetooth speaker. "Do you have a specific song, or should I shuffle?"

"Shuffle," you mumble, your mind already focused on unboxing the boxes within your reach.

He hums, starting to play your liked list and then proceeding to unbox the last two boxes he brought in. Amidst the melodies playing through the speakers, the sound of ripped tape on cardboard boxes could be heard quite loudly.

The speaker volume is evidently too low. Just as you're about to nag Yuuma to turn it up, you perk up at the instrumental of "What He Don't Know."

"Oh, this is my song! Yumi, crank up the volume!" you exclaim, pointing at your phone and snapping your fingers to prompt him. As he adjusts the volume and turns it up, your voice also rises as the lyrics begin.

"What a goofball..." he murmurs quietly as he leans against the wall, a soft smile on his face as he observes you singing your heart out at the highest volume. You sing so loudly that you forget about your task and wave your arms around, as if the lyrics resonate deeply within your soul.

“I want to make you do bad things that he can’t teach you, same places he can’t reach to!” you sing, bopping to the beat with enthusiasm.

Yuuma raises a brow at those lyrics, straightening up slightly as he shifts his attention more to the music than to you. What kind of song was this?

“We can play this dirty game, while he’s away, ain’t that why you came. You whisper in my ear soft and low, “ you pause a beat before matching the energy of the chorus, “What he don’t know won’t hurt him. Don’t know won’t hurt him, don’t know won’t hurt him.”

His eyebrows furrow now, his mind trying to piece together why you're vibing so easily to this song. It’s about cheating, and he’s wondering why you seem so into it. You're not a cheater, right? At least, not in anything but Monopoly, he thinks.

“Simple touch just enough, to tell me you like it rough. You say you want to leave him. Secrets always stay sweet and on the tip of your tongue, like a loaded—“

The song abruptly stops, making you snap your head towards the source. You find Yuuma holding your phone in a tight grip. However, his expression is inscrutable, and you can't tell how he's feeling right now. What you don't know is that Yuuma has heard enough, and he didn't like it, not one bit.

"I was listening to that!" you whine, slumping sadly as you shoot him a disapproving frown.

He ignores your complaint and instead shoots a question at you, "Since when did you start listening to songs like this?" He gives you an expectant look, his eyes piercing as he awaits your reply.

He wants to know.

"What? Recently. It's one of my new favorites," you reply, still puzzled by his reaction. Why was he so concerned about the song?

"Where did you hear it?" he fires off another question, his voice slightly strained, and his throat feeling dry.

He needs to know.

You shrug, rolling your eyes at his barrage of questions. "I don't know. I just can't stop listening to it on repeat."

Yuuma wasn't pleased with your answer. His mind raced, thinking that you must have heard the song in a social setting where he wasn't present. Why else would you be listening to a song like this?

He gazes at you for a moment before a smirk slowly creeps onto his face, and he starts walking toward you, each step filled with playful taunts. When he reaches you, you're gazing up at him with a doe-eyed expression, and he can't help but find it amusing. You look just like caught prey.

"Is there someone I should be worried about?" he teases, his hand gently tilting your chin upward as he encourages you to stand up to your full height.

You were left speechless, to say the least. Yuuma's teasing was usually light-hearted, but this time, there seemed to be an undertone to it. The only occasions he got like this were when he was upset or in a bedroom mood.

It left you even more puzzled. What had you done in such a short time to agitate his nerves? And if that wasn’t the case, why did he suddenly seem turned on?

"Don't make me repeat myself," Yuuma prods at your silence, taking a step forward. In response, you take steps back until your back hits a surface.

This leaves Yuuma closing the distance between you, effectively trapping you between him and the wall. He demands, "Answer me, sow."

Yes, he was angry and turned on. He only ever calls you that during that particular moment, understanding how belittling it would be outside of that context and how it didn't fit with someone he comes to love.

"Why are you upset?" you whisper as his eyes travel to your lips, your breath hitching when he runs a finger from your ear down to your shoulder, teasingly tracing a path with his touch.

You instinctively turn your head, baring your neck to him. He hasn't fed since you arrived. Maybe he was upset because he was hungry?

His hand slowly travels from bare your shoulder, down your collarbone, past your breast, skipping past your belly button to linger around the loose waistband of your baggy ripped jeans, playing with it. “Are you pretending to be a dumb bitch in heat right now, baring your neck to me because you know what you did wrong? Or can my baby really be this dumb?”

You shake your head, mumbling “I’m not dumb..,” but you certainly feel like it when all his words do is shoot right down to your lower region that begins to ache for some attention instead of feeling repulsed by them.

Suddenly, you’re all too aware of how far Yuuma is despite how close, and you pull him flush against your body with your arms circling around his waist.

You didn’t care what he was mad about right now. Whatever the reason may be, you can talk about it later because you knew where this attitude would lead next.

He started it, and he damn sure was gonna finish it. He’ll make you forget those damn lyrics until the only thing singing from your lungs is his name and sweet mewls just for him.

He chuckles lowly at your words, at your reaction to his. Your body betraying your defensive words, choosing him over your brain that he was going to fuck to mush on his dick later.

"No, you're not dumb?," he falsely coos, rubbing his nose against your cheek before planting ghostly kisses on your jawline that lead to your ear. He teasingly bites your earlobe and whispers, "That’s not what I wanted to hear…I’ll just have to finger you till you are."

In just seconds, you find yourself clutching his shirt tightly, your back arching away from the wall as Yuuma effortlessly slips his hand beneath your waistband, cupping your sex as his middle finger applies pressure to your clit.

“You have to be dumb, sow,” he sensually hisses, increasing the pressure, keeping a firm grip on your hips just as they threaten to move, “Listening to songs like that ain’t fair to me. Haven’t I been good to you?”

"W-What?" you wearily reply, too busy focusing on the meager pleasure he's giving you and trying to wriggle free for more when he refuses to move on his own. You huff in annoyance at his strong grip on your hip. "Yuuma," you whine, leaning your head against his chest.

You feel his lips pressing gently against the side of your head, and it makes the feeling between your leg throb just as much as the muscle in your chest. How can he embody both tenderness and playfulness at the same time? He physically holds you in his hand, weaving a tapestry of serious and teasing words, yet he hasn't fulfilled your most profound desires.

"Yes?" he replies, and though you can't see his face, the sound in his voice hints at his smirk transforming into a wicked grin.

You gulp heavily, your mind racing to keep up, but the overwhelming heat coursing through your body makes it difficult to concentrate. All you desire is for him to move his wrist in a specific manner, back and forth repeatedly, at a speed that threatens to make your eyes cross.

What did you need him to do again, oh yeah, “Stop playing with me.” you grumble, “I wanna cum, I want you to make me cum.”

"Who said I was playing?" he responds with all seriousness, sliding his hand up an inch to slip into your underwear, reclaiming the same position. However, this time, he applies the same pressure and starts moving in a circular motion at a speed that leaves you gasping for air in surprise, “Who said I play when it comes to you?”

"F-Fuck!" you whimper shakily, your eyes tightly shut in response to his astonishing pace, one that no human man could ever hope to match. The sensation is so overwhelming that your legs instinctively begin to close, but Yuuma halts them with a leg of his own, pushing you further open.

“Do you think I came all this way with you, just to hear you sing a song about leaving me just as we got here?!” he growls deeply, forcefully tearing your tank top apart and splitting your bra in two before settling back on your hip.

The sight sends a shiver down his spine, and he licks his lips as he hears your pulse quicken and sees your veins dance, “You look so good…you taste so good.”

You moan in response to his words, unable to articulate a single coherent syllable, even though this is only the appetizer; it happens every time.

Your anticipation intensifies as his touch momentarily retreats from your throbbing clit, only to descend to your core, where he circles, gathering slickness before resuming his attention to your sensitive bud.

A mixture of desire and a subtle tinge of shame colors your thoughts as you imagine him doing this with the intention of withdrawing his hand to sensually suck on his fingers while repeating those alluring words.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, his grip on your hip tightening, “I bet you'd feel incredible wrapped around me—so tight, so warm. Do you think you can handle me right now?” he asks thrusting his hips forward suddenly and forcefully, causing you to jump with a gasp. It may not have directly touched you, but the impact against his hand was enough to make the knot in your stomach to grow tighter.

His hand abandons your hip, choosing instead to wrap his arm around your waist, securing you as your knees start to tremble under the approaching wave of pleasure. Your mouth hangs open, emitting short, ragged breaths. He observes it for a moment before deciding that he wants a taste.

You moan into the kiss, your tongues dancing together as you clutch his shoulders. In your passionate embrace, he unconsciously blocks your access to air, leaving you breathless and growing dizzy.

Yuuma thoroughly explores every corner of your mouth with his, greedily eats up all the noise you make before he eventually pulls away. A glistening strand of saliva briefly connects you both before it breaks and rejoins the pool of drool in the corner of your mouth.

“I’m gonna cum!” you warn him, pulse picking up to the point of numbness, your body hot and drenched in sweat, causing your torn clothes to stick uncomfortably to your skin. But all of that fades in importance when Yuuma abruptly halts his movements altogether.

Your eyes snap open, and you shoot him a displeased glare, your brow furrowing as you tug at his shirt in irritation. "No! Yuuma, I was so close!" you complain, arching your hips to seek the lost friction. It feels like you were ascending the highest peak, only to suddenly tumble down without any apparent reason.

His gaze remains locked onto yours, and he delivers the most frustrating statement since his irritation began, "I didn't give you permission to come.”

"Okay! Enough with the attitude, Yuu—ah!" you're cut off by a drawn-out moan that blends both pain and pleasure as he simultaneously bites down on your neck and slips a finger inside you. He groans against your skin, whether from the taste of your iron on his tongue or your tight grip on his finger, you're not entirely certain.

He wastes no time, thrusting into you with precision, his wrist flicking sharply while his thumb rubs your clit simultaneously. The pressure in your stomach builds up once more, and you reach down to keep his hand in place, silently praying that he doesn't stop again because it feels fucking delicious.

The throbbing in your pussy matches the pulse in your neck, and you can't help but wonder if he can sense how perfectly in sync they both are. The thought makes your eyes roll back, revealing more white than iris. He adds a second finger, curling them expertly as they press against the sensitive spot within clamped walls, causing your toes to curl and making you even tighter.

Yuuma breaks away from your neck, muttering a curse as he reaches his long arm further behind your back. He seizes your baggy jean leg, pulling your leg off the floor toward your body where he can grip the back of your knee. The stretch is deliciously painful in the best way, encouraging him to delve knuckle deep inside you.

The sounds of smacks resonate loudly, a clear indicator of how aroused he's made you. He breathes heavily while studying your body, declaring, "I’m the only one who can make you feel like this," he says, moving back towards your neck to plant kisses near your sensitive spot.

You whimper and shiver, the area tingling with slight soreness, “Only I could see you like this… legs spread open like a slut, taking what I give you in your messy pussy.”

Floating. It's as if you're weightless, carried higher by his words, each one pushing your climax to new heights. The sensation is almost achingly tight, and the promise of sweet release is tantalizingly close. Just one more push, and...

"Cumming, cumming!" you cry out, holding onto him tightly. Tears actually well up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you, completely shattering your mind.

All that escapes your lips are chants of his name, nothing else. Your stomach tightens, and your muscles spasm as you gush onto his hand, even as he continues to abuse your pussy at the same tempo. It's so intense that you feel dizzy within the throes of your climax.

Your body becomes pliant as the euphoria settles in, soft sighs and mewls escaping your lips. "Yuuma," you pant, "Yuuma?" you call out again, but he continues to ignore you.

Instead, he withdraws his hand from your jeans, moving away slightly to lift you up into his arms. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as his hands find purchase on your hips, drawing you close. So close that you can feel the bulge in his pants brushing against your covered sex.

Without a chance to ask a question, he kisses you with insatiable hunger, tilting his head to intensify the passionate connection, his lips devouring yours.

One of his hands reaches back, squeezing your ass, eliciting a wanton moan from you. When he finally pulls away, you're left feeling thoroughly turned on again, especially as you see the desire burning in his dark, lust-filled eyes.

"We're going to fuck, and after that, you're going to delete that stupid song, got it?" he orders, his jaw tense as he waits for your confirmation. He smirks when he receives a nod, accompanied by a shaky sigh.

"Good girl."

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mytheoristavenue · 2 years

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May I make a request where it’s donnie2k12 x reader and the reader is upset that Donnie always fawns over April and constantly asks the reader for help to be with her, and maybe the reader talks about it to Leo and Donnie overhears and when Leo holds the reader for comfort Donnie gets jealous. Ill leave the rest up to u <3

Sure, thanks for the ask!

TMNT 2012 Donatello x Reader x Leonardo - Unfair

Warnings: jealousy, character x reader x character, angst, fluff

Summary: You've finally had enough of trying to help Donnie get April's attention, and Leo comforts you in your time of need.

You sat in the lab, pretending to listen to Donatello ramble about his latest plan to get April to go out with him. "That's where you come in." he chirped, gaining back your attention.

"Donnie, I already told you I wasn't comfortable with this anymore." you mumbled, not wanting to upset him, but also not wanting to put yourself through more torment.

"Oh, come on, (Y/N). I promise you won't have to do much! It'll be easy." he pushed. "You're my best friend, you're the only one I can trust to help me win April over." he stressed, holding both of your hands in his. “Please, just when you go to school tomorrow, give her this.” he pleaded, handing you a paper crane, seemingly made from a handwritten letter. You sighed and caved, taking it and walking out of the lab.

The following afternoon, you sighed sadly, wandering into the lair. To be honest, you didn’t even want to be here. Don’s plan had worked, and the letter had really gotten to April, so much so that she thanked you for ‘not letting her miss out on such a sweet guy’. You really didn’t even want to visit the turtles, all things considered, but you had a mandatory training session with Splinter so here you were.

Walking into the dojo, you dropped your bag into the corner,, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor and tape up your hands and feet. Just as you finished, the door slid open, Leo entering with a smile. “Hey, (Y/N), it’s nice to see you.” he said with a sweet smile.

“Oh, hey, Leo. Do you have training with Splinter too?” you asked as he helped you to your feet.

“Actually, no.” he said, replacing his tape as well. “Splinter’s not feeling well, so he asked me to spar with you today. Is that alright?”

“Of course,” you smiled, walking over to a rack of weapons in the opposite corner, picking out a blunt practice katana, and throwing one to Leo as well. “Honestly, I’m glad to see you.”

“Oh?” he asked with a small chuckled, catching the practice weapon, before following you to the middle of the dojo to take stance. “Are you not comfortable training with Splinter?”

“No, of course not,” you clarified, “I love Splinter, he just has a way of sniffing out things, ya know? You can’t hide anything for him.”

Leo smiled genuinely, lowering the wooden sword, leaning on it. “I get what you mean. If there’s something you need to get off your chest, we can do some stretches before we spar.” he offered sweetly. You nodded, dropping your weapon.

“I’d like that, thanks.” You smiled, sitting in the middle of the floor with him, copying his movements.

“So, what’s bothering you?” he asked, parting his legs, leaning toward his left foot to stretch his back and core.

“Can you keep a secret?” you asked cautiously, following suit, counting to ten underneath your breath.

“Obviously.” he snickered, switching sides.

“I think I’m in love with Donnie.” you confessed, bringing your feet together between your legs and counting to ten.

“You call that a secret?” Leo snorted, crossing one leg over the other, looking over his shoulder and twisting his spine to the left, resulting in a satisfying string of pops.

“Well, yeah.” you rolled your eyes, coming out of the stretch to switch to the right. “But he keeps using me to help him get closer to April, even after I asked him to stop. And today...it worked.” you finally came back to the center, your shoulders slumping, and head dropping in defeat.

“That’s rough.” Leo winced, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You're not his monkey wrench, you deserve better.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” you smiled up at him.

“You know, I think you’re wonderful.” he smiled, placing his free hand on yours. “I know you’re interested in Donnie, and I don’t want to take advantage of that, but do you...maybe wanna go get some pizza with me?” he asked, neglecting your hand to scratch the back of his neck.

“Like...a date?” you asked, a bit uncertain.

“No, just an excuse for two friends to blow off training.” he grinned, standing up ad offering you a hand, which you gladly took.

An hour passed, and the pair of you were walking down the streets of NYC, pizza box in hand. Leo had called in your favorite flavor, and given you money to go into the shop an pick it up. You were now on your way to the park to eat in seclusion. You both sat on the swings, eating (F/F) pizza, talking about life and enjoying each other's company, and for a bit, you entirely forgot about Don.

Nearby, Donnie and April were walking along, planning to have a study date at her favorite park. April was rambling on about how many exams she had that week, and how confident she was in each one, her fingers interlocked with his. He had originally been chatting along with her, but as soon as they entered vision of the park, his heart dropped.

Now that you were finished with your pizza, you and Leo were now having a very deep conversation about your feelings revolving Donnie. Actually you were more venting about it, and he was simply taking in information, and offering sweet reassurances when the occasion arose. “Leo, you’ve been so sweet today, I really appreciate it, truly.” you sighed, your voice strained from a few brief crying spells. You suddenly stood out of your swing, and stood in front of him, between his legs.

“Awe, bring it in.” me whispered softly as you began to sniffle again, letting you fall into his arms. Leo pet your hair gently as you sobbed quietly into the chest plate of his shell, hushing you. “Shh, it’s ok, just let it out.”

“(Y/N)?” a voice broke through the moment you were sharing with Leo, prompting you both to separate like oil and water.

“D-Don?” you asked, wiping your nose on your sleeve as your head snapped to a tall turtle and a human girl standing in an alley way. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? I’m on a date.” He shot back defensively. “What are you doing here?”

“We’re just hanging out.” you replied, sniffling, not understanding why he seemed so upset. “What’s the big deal?”

“I just feel like it’s kinda weird that the moment I get a girlfriend, you turn around and start hitting on my brothers. Are you trying to make me jealous?”

“That’s enough,” Leo spat, standing up out of the swing. “It’s not what it looks like, Donnie.”

“Oh, really?” the purple clad turtle snarled, yanking his hand out of April’s. “Because it looks like you’re on a date with my girlfriend.”

“Donnie!” the red head shouted. “I thought I was your girlfriend?” the younger brother’s face paled.

“You are, I didn’t mean girlfriend, I meant best friend, that’s a girl, I swear!”

As the pair bickered, Leo pulled you into his side, whispering into your ear. “You ok?” he asked, frowning at your teared eyed negative response. “Why don’t I take you home, huh?” he offered with a fake smile, wanting to do anything possible to calm you down. You nodded, and he scooped you up, turning to leave.

“Where are you going?” Donnie spat, grapping the other turtle by the shoulder. Leo sternly narrowed his eyes at his little brother.

“Don’t worry about it. Worry about your girlfriend, not mine.” he instructed, still holding you in his arms, ignoring your widened eyes as he lied.

“She’s not your girlfriend!”

“And she’s not you’re toy.”

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Five Stars 🌟 || Bradley Bradshaw x virgin Maverick’s daughter!reader

(For Old Times’ Sake, The Prequel <3, can be read as a standalone) — also this gif gives me major baby Bradley vibes :’)

** Both Rooster & Reader are 18 here, minors please DNI! **

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“Hey, Bradshaw,” Bradley turns his head, interrupted from his conversation with the pretty red headed senior standing before him. He furrows his eyebrows, watching his team mate expectantly. “Have you seen what Y/N’s doing right now?”

It has been twenty minutes since Bradley had been asked that question, and now the two of you are on the highway, heading back along the coast to your father's house.

You had jumped into the pool, fully clothed. Bradley had come out, laughing his ass off at your usual antics. It made him happy that you were finally so settled in and comfortable in San Diego. Bradley glances over at you as you lean your head out of the window, wringing your soaking wet hair out onto the road as you dripped all over the leather interior. Your white rolling stones t-shirt is equally soaked and see through as it clings to your body. Bradley has been pretending not to notice for twenty minutes.

You meet his gaze, grinning at him. He's dripping all over the interior too. His shirt is blue and clinging to each ridge of his just developing abs, his hair curlier than usual as it sticks to his forehead. Bradley had made the mistake of extending you a hand to get out of the pool, and had ended up completely clothed in the deep end with you.

"You owe me, y'know," Bradley muses, pushing his fingers through his wet hair, keeping it back off of his face. "That girl has been trying to get in my pants for weeks. I was finally gonna let her."

You laugh at him, shaking your head as you return to your seat, "According to you, half of the girls in our grade are trying to get in your pants."

It's cold with the window open. Bradley rolls it back up and begins to blast the heat, hoping it'll dry the two of you out a little before he gets you home.

Bradley gives his broad shoulders a lazy shrug, grinning, "What can I say? - They're pretty awesome pants."

"Way to go Carole!" You tease, knowing that Bradley does in fact get most of his style tips from his mother. She was pretty awesome. She let you regularly stay over at their place, and she had become somewhat of a substitute mom whilst you had been in San Diego. This earned a laugh. Bradley does get a lot of attention from girls, you had noticed that in your time in San Diego.

You understood the appeal. he had had a growth spurt since you had last seen him, he was one of the tallest guys in your grade. He had quit baseball and picked up football instead; he'd picked up a little muscle too as a result. You would never admit that, though.

Bradley's usually aloof about all of the attention he receive. He's kind and friendly to everyone he comes across, but you've noticed he certainly isn't the womanizer he could be He has dated a couple of girls, has slept with a few, nothing has really stuck just yet. You've learned his whole dating history by now. It had come up one night while the two of you were hanging out in his room and you had come across his condom drawer.

Second drawer down on the nightstand, stocked with six different varieties.

"Alright, how do you wanna do this?" Bradley asks, pulling up just down the street from your house and turning off the engine. At this point in the school year, the two of you are getting pretty good at sneaking you in and out of your house without your dad figuring out you have been drinking.

"I was thinking front door, actually." You answer, sliding out of the passenger seat, grabbing your bag and swinging the door shut behind you. Bradley furrows his eyebrows, following you out.

"Did you hit your head in that pool?"

You roll your eyes, "He's asleep, it's fine!"

He groans, jogging a little to catch up with you as you unlock the front door and push it open. It makes a frustratingly loud creak as it opens, making you both wince and fall into each other, giggling as quietly as you can. All the lights are off, maybe you're right about Mav being in bed already. It was just a guess. Bradley bites his cheek as he feels you reach back and slide your palm into his, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside with you.

You both silently check around the room, stifling laughs as you simultaneously realise how ridiculous you look. You squeeze his hand and pull him toward the stairs.

"Shh!" You giggle, tripping on a step as the step behind you creaked under his weight. His chest hits your back, you're walking too slow - trying to be quiet, and he's moving too fast - trying to get you inside your room before you're both caught.

"Shh!" Bradley parrots you, stifling his laughter as you tug him the rest of the way up the stairs. You both stop at the top of the stairs, Bradley bumping into your back as you halt abruptly. He jolts, gasping and turning around, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Holy shit." Bradley breathes, startled at the sight of Maverick at the end of the hallway, his arms folded over his chest. Your dad is wearing a loose t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair makes it clear that he had been sleeping. You wonder if it was the front door that woke him up or the stairs.

Your decision-making clearly isn't at its greatest. You stumble drunkenly as you turn away from your father and rest your head against Bradley's chest, giggling. Bradley stiffens, his eyes almost apologetic as he looks past you toward Maverick.

"Do you know what time it is?" Your dad's voice is more stern than you've heard in years.. That, for whatever reason, has you in fits of laughter, almost doubling over against Bradley. His hands come up and grab your biceps. You laugh harder. Pete narrows his eyes at Bradley.

Your father then notices the puddles at your feet, and trailing back down the stairs. After that, he looks beyond his initial anger and finds that both of you are soaking wet and dripping all over his floor.

"What the hell happened?"

"She - uh - we fell in the pool." Bradley answers, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. Done giggling, you turn back to face your father again, Bradley's hands gripping at your biceps.

"Have you been drinking, Bradshaw?" Bradley winces. He knows that Pete only calls him that when he's in trouble. He swallows, holding up his car keys. "No, sir. It was my turn to drive."

Maverick looks between the two of you.

"She's drunk." He points at you. Bradley's grip tightens as you wobble, stumbling back against his chest. He nods at your father. There's no point in lying, you can barely stand up straight.

You're confused. Maverick isn't lightening up. He always lightens up. You're his little princess, he's never mad at you.

"Dad, I-"

"Don't, Y/N," Your eyes widen, frowning at him. "We'll talk in the morning. Just go to bed."

"Wait, but-"

Maverick glares at you and you feel Bradley hit your arm. You shut up. Sighing heavily, you shoot your best friend one final, comically saddened look, jutting out your bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. Bradley bites his cheek to keep himself from smiling whilst you cross the hallway and enter your room.

"What the hell? - We had a deal, Bradshaw." Maverick smacks Bradley's shoulder as your door closes. Bradley spends the next ten minutes apologising, mostly for your sake. He isn't sorry in the slightest. He too, knows what both of your dads used to get up to back in the day. Jumping into a pool fully clothed at 4am is child's play compared to their antics.

The overall argument lasted several hours over the course of Sunday morning. You get your stubbornness from him, neither of you were willing to back down. You want freedom, he wants his little girl back. You want him to realise that he was young too once, he wants you not to make his mistakes.

By 5pm, you have argued your way into your original punishment of 3 days of being grounded being extended into a full week, and Maverick has been driven to the point of exhaustion. He slams the front door behind him, taking off on his motorcycle. You know he'll be at his hangar for the next few hours.

That's when you call Bradley.

He doesn't live that far away, but he gets there especially quickly today. You lock your bedroom door behind you, leaving music playing inside so your dad won't notice your absence if he returns. You cross the street and slide into the passenger seat of Bradley's Ford Bronco.

"He's such an asshole!" You complain, slamming the door shut and kicking your feet up on the dash. Bradley shoots you a look, making you sigh as you took your feet down again. It's an unspoken rule that if you put your feet up on his dash, that there's a sixty percent chance he'll make you get out and walk.

"A whole week, huh?" He muses, pulling away from the sidewalk and turning away from the street. You explain your side of the story to him. Bradley listens, he makes gentle comedic commentary, he lets you vent.

Then, after maybe an hour of just driving around the coast, the two of you decide to grab fast food and head up to the cliffs that overlook the North Island base. You've been up there before a handful of times, Bradley's parents had frequented the area as teenagers and it meant a lot to him.

"Y'know, Alice called me this morning." Bradley announces as he sips on a sprite, staring out over the cliff. He watches the waves rolling in toward the shore. You make a face and he scoffs, realising you've forgotten already.

"The redhead," He chuckles slightly, pressing his tongue to his cheek, "From last night?"

"Ohh," You realise, grinning at him and wiggling your eyebrows, "So?"

"Gonna meet up next week, see where it goes." He's nonchalant in his answer, but he grins at you over his straw, knowing you get jealous when he gets asked out. Not of him. No. Not of the girls who went out with him. Not that either. He got asked out a lot - you didn't.

You smile at him, then turn your head to stare out over the orange sky.

“So, how do you like know when someone wants to fuck you?” You sip at your Diet Coke, resting your fist against your temple as you watch him pick at his fries. Bradley chuckles.

“If they’re in my bed, that’s usually like a good indicator.” He mocks, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Come on. Really. How do you know?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I dunno. Sometimes they’ll tell you. Sometimes you just know.” You groan, pushing your head back against the headrest, “I’m gonna die a virgin.” It's all too complicated. The guessing game. You don't have the patience for it.

He laughs at you. Then, he's silenced as you shoot him an unamused look.

“Plenty of guys want to fuck you, trust me.” He shakes his head, setting the fries down between his legs and picking up his own soda. You raised an eyebrow at him, “Like who?”

“After last night’s impromptu wet t-shirt contest, I’m sure there are plenty more than the ones I can name.” He answers you simply, smiling. You look him over, uncertain. “So why haven’t they said anything?”

“Because your dad is scary as shit.” Bradley laughs breathily, reclining his seat a little so he had more room to stretch his too long legs.

You scoff, setting your drink down in the cup holder, “Wait — which ones can you name? Do people talk to you about this stuff?”

“A couple of guys have asked me for your number, yeah.” He answers casually again. This is the first time you're hearing about this.

“And why haven’t you given it to them?”

“I’m being a good wingman. You don’t wanna fuck those guys. Trust me.” Bradley looks down at his fries instead of you, then he turns his head and looks out of the window instead of at you. He's avoiding your gaze. You frowned at him.

“Wouldn’t a good wingman want to help me get laid?” You counter. Bradley finally turns his head to look at you, “I do wanna help you get laid. But it can’t be any random asshole who decides you’re hot, right?”

“Why not?”

Bradley rolls his eyes, busying himself with flicking through radio stations. He's not even going to dignify that question with a response. You lean across the centre console, grabbing a fry and tossing it at him. It bounces off of his forehead and lands somewhere between the seats. He glares at you for just a moment, softening as you grin at him.

“Come on, just give me a name. Anyone that has asked you about me. Please.”

He settles on a soft rock station, grabbing his soda and shrugging finally, “Mark.”

“Mark? Mark the Quarterback?” Your mouth gapes. Bradley shrugs his shoulders once more. He's being unusually quiet on this topic. Still, he humours your quest for information.

“Yeah. He’s asked me about you a lot.”

“He would be fine, I guess.” You agree, pursing your lips as you consider it. Mark isn't bad. He's shorter than Bradley, probably around your height, he's stocky and broad with dark hair. He does have a sweet smile.

Bradley scoffs, finishing his soda and dropping it into the fast food bag at your feet, looking at you seriously as he leaned across the centre console. “I heard his satisfaction rate isn’t the best.” He whispers, only half joking.

You laugh, “As opposed to your 5-Star rating?”

“Hey, I’ll have you know,” Bradley returns to his seat, “If there was a rating system, I would have 5 stars. I’m a gentleman.” You just look at him. Really look.

Bradley Bradshaw. Your best friend for the past ten months. Ridiculously tall, fiercely loyal, goofy, Bradley. Bradley who appointed himself designated driver almost every Saturday even though the agreement was to take it turns. Bradley who had never ditched you at a party or football game. Bradley who sat and watched Dirty Dancing with you on Friday nights when he could’ve been out with other girls.

“Do I have something on my face?” Bradley teases, waving his hand in front of your eyes. Your lips quirk up into a soft smile. “What? — Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I mean… we could…?”

Bradley’s eyebrows raise, he reaches across and presses the back of his palm to your forehead, “You must be getting sick or something.”

You laugh again, swatting his hand away, “Come on. Why not? — You’re my best friend.”

“Because we’re best friends. Friends don't fuck.”

“So you’d rather I’d lose my virginity to a looser like Mark?”

Bradley bites his cheek to keep from smiling. God, you do have a point. He'd be a liar to say he didn't think of you from time to time. It's clear to you the exact moment he decides. He leans across the centre console, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in against his lips. You're pleasantly surprised to find that he's actually a very good kisser.

As he pulls back, the two of you just blink at each other for a moment. You wonder if his heart is racing as much as yours. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. Both of you break out giggling. You slide out of your seat, holding onto him as you cross the centre console and plant yourself in his lap.

Bradley’s hands find your waist as he tilts his chin upward to look at you. You settle in, nestling your knees against either side of his hips, trailing your fingertips along the left side of his jaw.

His fingers nudge just slightly under your t-shirt, dancing across your sides delicately. You lean forward, pressing your lips eagerly against his. His palm catches the back of your neck, keeping you still as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

It feels surprisingly natural to be in his arms.

You hum softly against his lips, sliding your fingers up into his short hair. His hands roam your skin, trailing the length of your spine and back down again.

“You’re a pretty good kisser.” You murmur, your lips grazing his as you speak. Bradley nods a little, his lips quirking, “5 Stars. I’m telling you.” He breathes, tugging you closer by your hips as his lips met yours again.

You nip at his bottom lip, your hands pressing flat against his chest as you shift in his lap, trying to bring yourself impossibly closer to him. His hands slide from your hips to your ass over your shorts. His tongue is in your mouth as everything grows needier, more desperate. Your hands tug at his soft curls. His grope at your ass over the denim.

He pulls back and glances into the rear view mirror, then looks back over his shoulder at the backseat.

“Move it, Mitchell.” His hand swats at your ass gently, motioning for you to slide into the back with a jerk of his head. You take your lip between your teeth, pushing yourself up out of his lap and sliding between the seats. You kick both of your backpacks from the backseat onto the floor, giggling as you watch him follow you.

He groans softly at the tight squeeze, laughing as his broad frame makes it into the backseat. You watch, lip between your teeth as he kicks his shoes off and tugs his t-shirt over his head.

You had seen him without a shirt before, many times, but today was more intimate. Maybe it was the glint in his eye as he came down, covering his body with yours. You watched each ridge in his stomach contract as the material came up over his head, parting your legs for him.

He slots his thigh between your legs, his hand cupping the side of your neck as he kisses you again. His hips press hard against your leg, his knee pressing firm against your core. He's rutting forward ever so slightly, brushing against you. He licks into your mouth, fingertips curling around the nape of your neck.

Your heart races. He nudges your jaw and then his lips are at your throat, his hips are rolling down against you.

"Y-You're..." You breathe hard, looking down between your bodies. You're correct in your realisation. Your brows furrow slightly in interest. Bradley looks confused for a moment as he sits back on his knees, craning his neck to the side as he's too tall to sit upright. He follows your gaze down to the straining tent in his shorts.

He looks back up at you.

"You're hard." You sound surprised. Bradley laughs again, nodding in agreement.

"You know how sex works, right?" He teases, tugging at your hips and pressing his body to yours again, guiding your legs around his waist. He presses his hips forward against your core. "Kinda... traditionally, I mean - involves getting hard."

You groan, pushing playfully against his chest, "Get off me, you're such a loser."

"Me?" He teases, pressing his lips to your throat. He leaves it at that, capturing your amused smirk in a kiss that's more tongue, dirtier than before. His hands slide under your shirt again, this time continuing up until his hands paw at your breasts under the shirt. Your cheeks heat up at the feeling.

Bradley Bradshaw copping a feel. Your father would lose his mind.

"No bra?"

"No boobs." You answer, making him chuckle against your cheek, he kisses you again, brushing his thumbs across your nipples, feeling them harden against his digits.

He guides your arms up over your head, helping you to halfway sit up as he pulls the shirt over your head. You watch his eyes trail down over your torso, instinctively covering your chest with your hands. He softens, taking his lip between his teeth as he reaches out tentatively, wrapping his fingers around each of your wrists.

"Can I see you? Please."

Your cheeks burn as you let him move your arms away, he guides them over his shoulders and pulls you under him again, his lips brushing delicately across each of your collarbones and along your sternum.

“Ease up,” He murmurs, pressing warm kisses against your stomach, his thumbs pressing into your hipbones as he pushes them down against the leather. “I’ve got you.”

You try to relax a little. It’s Bradley. He would never do anything to hurt you or embarrass you. You close your eyes, swallowing the nerves in your throat.

You squeeze your eyes tighter shut as his kisses become open mouthed against your navel. He feels you stiffen as he trails his tongue from your bellybutton to the hem of you shorts.

He tugs your shorts down the tiniest bit, kissing each of your hipbones before returning his lips to yours. You relax.

“Can I go down on you?” His lips brush your jaw, sending shivers through you. You hum uncertainly, meeting his gaze. He’s so gentle as he brushes a strand of hair out of your face, his eyes fluttering across your features as he evaluates your discomfort.

“You can say no,” He promises, pausing for a moment, kissing the corner of your mouth. “But foreplay is going to make-“

“I know what foreplay does,” You interrupt, scrunching your nose up at him. You trail your fingertips along his bicep. “I don’t know… it’s just - I don’t know if I want your face down there.”

Bradley’s amused grin spreads across his face again as he shakes his head at you, “Just trust me. Say the word and I’ll stop, but trust me — you’ll like it.”

“You’re so cocky…” You breathe, dropping your arm over your eyes as he pops open the button of your shorts. Still, you lift your hips for him with a little too much enthusiasm. You feel him grin as he kisses your knee.

He slides the shorts off and drops them into the front somewhere out of the way, you feel him stop suddenly. Your eyes shoot open as you realise what he’s seeing.

“Fuck off-“ you interrupt as he begins to laugh. You cover the underwear with your hands, grumbling as he pulls your hands away and holds them above your head.

“You’ve been holding out on me!” He declares, taking your wrists in one hand as he grabs your hip and moves you onto your side with the other. His fingertips trace the superman symbol on your ass as he laughs. “Fuck, good thing I didn’t know you had these on — wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off you!”

You squirm against him, laughing as he keeps you on your side and swats his palm against your ass.

“This is very Clark Kent of you, y’know. The disguise on top and then the good stuff underneath.”

You tug hard, pulling your wrists out of his grasp and hitting him in the stomach, both of you laughing as he collapses on top of you.

He grins into the crook of your neck, his hand stroking over the blue superman panties covering your ass. He presses his himself into you, taking your hand in his and pressing it over the tent in his shorts.

“These are indecent,” He’s still mocking you, but he really is exceptionally hard now, his breath tickles your neck. “Shit - I’d have taken your virginity months ago if I’d known you had these, honey.” He teases.

You laugh, pushing his face playfully away from yours, “I hate you.”

He grins again, kissing your shoulder as he squeezes his hand over yours, still covering his length. You glance down at your hand on his dick over the material. Then, it’s like he hadn’t ever made fun of you. Like you hadn’t just been laughing at each other.

He grabs your jaw and turns it toward him. Then, you’re back on your back and his knee is pressing against your core as he licks into your mouth. In a surge of confidence, you push your tongue against his, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him closer to you. His hands tug your hips forward so your ass is resting on his thighs, your head flat against the backseat.

“Can I keep these?” He jokes as he hooks his fingers into the sides of your underwear and tugs them down your legs. You kick playfully at his bare chest, cheeks burning. He catches your ankle and kisses your calf, both of you realising that you’re still wearing your shoes as the underwear slips past your knees.

Bradley grabs the sole of your converse and guides it over his shoulder, “Fuck it.”

Your heart is racing out of your chest and you want nothing more than to squeeze your thighs shut and hide your body from him. But, he laughs as he settles between your legs and his grin makes you feel okay about it all.

“Wait, I can-“ you sit up to untie your laces, interrupted as Bradley shakes his head and tugs your hips closer to him. He’s on his knees and your hips rest against his thighs, it’s the best either of you can do in the cramped backseat. He’s got one of your knees hooked over his shoulder, he’s guiding the other to do the same.

The sunset leaves a golden cast over Bradley’s skin and his eyes look especially hazel tonight. In most lighting they’re brown, but you can really see the green in his eyes as he looks at you.

His eyes are on yours intently, he’s gentle as he trails his fingers along the inside of your thigh, almost cautious as he touches you for the first time, his index finger just brushing between your lips, testing. He watches you swallow, he sees the uncertainty in your face and softens.

“Do you want me to stop?” He’s even more gentle as he asks, there’s no resentment or judgement, only care. You shake your head at him. You trust him.

You close your eyes as he slides a finger between your folds, taking your lip between your teeth. His lips press firmly against your thigh, he lets out a soft breath and he grazes the knuckle of his middle finger against your clit. You jolt slightly.

Your cheeks burn as you open your eyes again to find him staring at you. Watching your chest rise and fall as the pads of his middle and index finger find your clit.

“Don’t be shy.” He smiles a little, bringing his other hand up to grab your chin. He swipes his thumb over your cheek, earning himself a smile from you. “You look so pretty.”

You watch as he peppers kisses along the inside of your thigh. You squirm under him. The moustache he’s been trying to grow tickles your skin. His fingers working delicate patterns around your clit may have something to do with your squirming too, but the moustache doesn’t help.

You pause and look at each other as his mouth reaches your core. You nod at him, feeling goosebumps erupt over you body as he presses his mouth against you. His hands are firm on your hips as he licks a delicate strip ending at your clit. You see him glance up and realise he’s testing your reaction.

Pleased, he presses his tongue more firmly against you, teasing as he brushes over your hole, just flicking his tongue against it. You gasp, fingers curling around the base of the seat as his tongue pushes into you and curls just slightly. Then his lips are around your clit. You can’t even pretend you know what he’s doing down there, but he’s good at it.

Bradley groans against you like he’s been punched in the gut, making you whimper. He adjusts the discomfort in his shorts, then moves that hand between your legs. He slides his middle finger into you and you let out a breath. That didn’t hurt.

Your eyes are closed and your knuckles are white as you grip the seat. Bradley’s grip on your hips tightens as you writhe against him, he holds you in place.

“Holy shit…” you whimper, eyebrows furrowed as you feel yourself growing closer. Bradley slips a second finger into you, and this time you wince slightly. He slows what he’s doing with his fingers, working his mouth over your clit to keep you just balancing on that edge.

He curls his fingers inside of you, unrelenting. You moan for him, panting as he officially becomes the first person to make you cum.

Bradley releases you hips, covering your trembling body with his again, working his fingers slowly in and out of your core as his lips press against your throat. “Told you I was good.” He murmurs, making you laugh.

Your hand reaches out and your fingertips skim across his cheekbone, a tender moment as his hazel eyes admire your post-high hazed smile.

“Can I go down on you?” You ask softly. You’re both very aware of his straining cock pressing against your bare thigh through his shorts. Bradley glances down, then looks back at you, “You don’t have to.”

“I kinda want to,” You answer, dancing your fingertips along his pronounced collarbones. You lean forwards and press your lips against the vein at the side of his neck, pushing your hips up against his. “It’s a learning opportunity.”

He chuckles as he turns your head and presses his mouth to yours. He nods, hooking a thumb into his shorts and lifting his hips as he wriggles out of them. You follow suit, kicking off your shoes and rising to your knees on the seat.

Bradley watches you do a double take.

“Holy shit.” You repeat, just now clocking the sizeable bulge in his boxers. Bradley takes his lip between his teeth and shrugs his shoulders, amused by your reaction.

“It’s fine. You’ll be fine.” He laughs, grinning as you shoot him a playfully unamused look. He kicks his boxers off, watching your mouth fall agape. “Perfect, you’ve got the first part nailed already.” He teases, referring to your wide open mouth.

Your mouth goes dry. Bradley is a pretty big guy, you should have made the connection sooner.

You hit his shoulder, swallowing nervously as you watch him kick the lever at the side of the front seat, pushing it all the way forward to give you more room. You slide between his legs, kneeling in the footwell.

“You know you don’t have to, we can stop-“

You shush him, resting your head against his knee and whining nervously, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

“I’m fine. Just — what do you want me to do?” You reach out and skim your fingers along his thigh. He brushes your hair back gentle off of your face and takes your hand from his thigh, wrapping it around the base of his cock.

His hand’s on top of yours, just guiding it along his length. You watch him intently.

“Some guys like it faster, some like it slower, you’ll figure that out but don’t ever start fast, that’s weird.” He explains. You smile at him and nod. You’re grateful for his ex-girlfriend for figuring this all out with him so that you didn’t have to.

“Come here,” You watch his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he motions for you to put your mouth on him. “Just, like — so the tip is the most sensitive, and the balls, I guess. Just…”

You put your mouth on him. You know vaguely what to do. Clearly you’re correct, he sucks in a soft breath, loosing his train of thought.

“That’s good.” He hums, pushing his fingers into your hair. “Use your tongue more.”

You do as he says, your tongue swirling around his tip tentatively. He groans softly. He grabs your right hand and wraps his around his shaft again, guiding your hand under his.

“At the same time?” You ask, pulling back and wiping the corner of his mouth. He nods, his eyes closing as he leans his head back.

“Bradley, you’re not being a very good teacher.” You complain, he groans and sits up.

“You’re doing fine.” He answers you. You glare at him. He rolls his eyes,

“Alright, alright. You want step by step? Sure.”

You smile, listening tentatively to each step he gives you. He lets you have a little fun with it, giving some suggestions and some outright instructions.

You kiss the tip of his dick, moving down the underside with your tongue - eyes always on him, then you move up and down the shaft, leaving open-mouthed kisses along his length. All par his instruction. You flick your tongue over his swollen tip, pushing your lips over it just slightly then backing off, his groans sending shocks through your body. Maybe he’s a better teacher than you initially gave him credit for.

As the lesson progresses, you feel more confident in taking your own strides, which is good because Bradley talks less and less.

“Hold on,” He pants, you pull back and wipe the corners of your mouth. “Give me a second.” He pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his lips to your throat.

You moan softly, his warm skin pressing against yours. You kiss his jaw. He trails his fingers along the length of your spine, just holding you there for a moment.

You feel his cock brush the inside of your thigh, eyes widening as you realise what you had so far totally forgotten about.

“Oh shit, wait.” You turn, grabbing your backpack from the floor and unzipping it, then unzipping the lined inner pocket. Bradley furrows his eyebrows, confused until you press the foiled item into his palm.

“You just carry this around with you?” He laughs, moving once more, pulling your hips until you’re almost led down across the backseat. He pinches the top of the packaging and tears the corner. “What? — incase the mood strikes on the way to home room?”

You laugh at him as he tosses the foil onto the floor of the car and pinches the tip of the condom. You shrug your shoulders, cheeks hot as you watch him roll it onto his length.

“Got it in health class.” You breathe, both of you laughing softly and then looking at each other. Bradley slides between your legs, kissing your navel once more softly, then capturing your lips against his.

“Thank you, Coach Adams.” He murmurs, grinning against your lips, you giggle and slide your arms around his shoulders. He kisses your lips delicately, letting out a soft breath as he guides himself between your legs.

“You want to?” He whispers, brushing your hair back off of your forehead with his other hand. You nod at him. He rests his forehead against yours, biting his lip as his tip nudges at your core.

You wince and he feels you tense against him.

“It’s okay,” He murmurs, kissing your cheek and your jaw, his hand strokes along your side softly. He stills completely and kisses your lips. “It’ll get better.”

“Just go really slow.” You whisper. He nods at you, those soft eyes meeting yours once more. He does as you say, sinking into you slowly, stilling himself once he’s completely in. The whole time, he’s whispering soft praise and kissing your lips.

You whimper gently as he finally begins to move his hips, fucking into you slow and deep. You whine gently at the stretch, squeezing your eyes shut.

“You’re doing so good.” Bradley breathes, kissing your shoulder. You tighten your arms around his shoulders, resting your head against the crook of his neck. It’s a dull ache at first as your body adjusts to the size of him, and his kisses and soft words of encouragement do ease the pain while it’s there. It’s not long before the ache begins to fade and you understand what all the excitement is about.

You moan softly against his throat, curling your fingers around his bicep and pushing your hips eagerly against his.

“Feel good?”

You hum in agreement, lips parting as he pushes particularly deep into you, grunting softly.

“Fuck.” You whine against his chest, pressing your fingertips into his tanned skin. His lips are all over your collarbones and chest before he sits back on his knees, holding your hips as he fucks into you.

“You feel so fucking good.” Bradley groans, letting his head lull back as he slides his fingers between your legs again. You watch his necklace hit his collarbones, arching your back up off of the seat as you try to meet his thrusts.

“So fucking pretty.” He presses his chest firm against yours, picking up the pace just a little, the tip of his cock just brushing your cervix. Your head falls back, he catches it and pulls you closer again, stopping you from smacking your head against the door by millimetres.

It seems ridiculous to you now that you were ever embarrassed to let him see you. Now you’re writhing under him and chanting his name like a pornstar.

Your lips press feverishly along his throat as he hikes your leg up around his waist so that he can push even deeper. You whimpered softly, sliding your fingers up into his hair.

His fingers move between your bodies once more and circle your clit. He’s grunting softly against your collarbone, letting out a whine as your walls clench around him.

“Are you close?” He manages, his voice straining slightly. You nod hurriedly against his shoulder, digging your fingernails into his bicep. Bradley’s fingers work a steady pace between your legs as he drives himself as deep into you as he can.

“Ohmyfuckinggod.” You whimper, pushing your hips hard against his as he brings you to a climax.

Bradley’s fingers press hard into your hips, he isn’t far behind you, managing a few more hurried thrusts before he’s spilling into the condom, resting his forehead against your cheek.

There’s a few moments where you’re just silent together, catching your breaths. He lifts his head and looks at you, both of you just now realising how dark it has gotten. You giggle together, grinning as he pulls you into his arms and kisses your jaw.

“So,” He breathes, “Five stars, right?”

You roll your eyes fondly and drive your elbow into his ribs, grabbing your t-shirt from the footwell and sliding it back over your head. The two of you find your clothes scattered around the car and dress.

Bradley excuses himself from the car with only his shorts and shoes on, you furrow your eyebrows as you watch him walk away. You groan in disgust as he drops the condom over the edge of the cliff, turning back and laughing at your reaction.

“What? Do you see any trash cans?” Bradley calls as he walks back to the car, grabbing his shirt from where it was left on the front seat and slipping it over his head.

He drives you home with his hand on your thigh, parking down the street from your dad’s house and kissing your temple.

“Fuck, my dad’s home.” You complain, chewing your cheek. You glance over at Bradley, half joking, “Your mom would take me in if he kicked me out right?”

“In a heartbeat.” He confirms.

You smile softly, leaning across and pressing your lips to his, “Well, if he lets me live, I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

Bradley smiles, agreeing. He stays parked down the street for ten minutes after you head inside, just making sure everything’s okay. The next day at school, you’re back to just being what you’ve always been: best friends.

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simplylatte · 9 months

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How about a reader who does everything to piss yandere wally off?

For example: stealing wally's apple and eating it in front of him, ignoring wally's speech and pretending he's not there, flirting with howdy in front of wally, among many other things...

(the reader is very angry for being kidnapped from the real world)

Love you? I hate you.

Yandere!Wally x Reader

Idea: Wally took you away from your home, separating you from your loved ones. Being forced into the neighborhood, completely unaware of your surroundings, you were more than pissed. So, you were going to do everything in your power to piss Wally off as well. Take away your comfort and you'll take away his joy.

Warnings: This post will contain kidnapping, obsessive behavior, one-sided love, jealousy, and stalking!! Hurt, no comfort

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If you hadn't gone on that stupid website like your best friend begged you to, you would've been at home by now.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

Unknowingly as you scrolled and scrolled, intrigued by the secrets, you caught a certain puppet's attention. And his interest.

Even when you couldn't see him there, he could see you. But he couldn't hear you.

How he longed to hear your voice. How he longed to be near your presence. He wanted you, Neighbor.

He needed you.

Unfortunately for you, he got exactly what he wanted.

You don't remember how or what happened. You only remember the website. Everything went black. It felt like hours until you finally woke up.

But you weren't home.

Just barely did you recollect yourself enough to notice that you were now in the neighborhood.

Your thought process was slow. You were dazed for a good few minutes until panic finally decided to sink in.

You screamed, you cried for help. The neighbors grew worried and concerned for your well being. Confusion spreading all over, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell them.

Not a good first impression.

With no way out, you were forced to stay and befriend everyone.

You got along with everyone. Well, almost everyone.

You couldn't help but get freaked out by Wally.

Whatever it is you are doing, you always felt uneasy around him. You could never pinpoint why, not for a little while anyways.

You'd always catch Wally staring at you, not blinking. He'd stare at you at whatever chance he gets. It freaked you out.

Wally would always call you on your telephone. The way he spoke to you made you shiver.

"Hello, Neighbor. Are you enjoying your stay?"

No, you hated it more than anything.

You've tried countless times to avoid him. Everytime you'd do so, you'd either find Wally secretly following you or he'd try to get up close to you.

Everyone else didn't think nothing of it, and assumed it was just Wally's way of expressing his feelings to you.

It was getting out of hand. It became bad enough to where Wally wouldn't allow you to see your other neighbors, not while he was around you and when you couldn't get away.

Why can't he just leave you alone?

It was one day that Wally finally decided to confess his feelings for you.

"I love you very much, Neighbor. Do you love me, too?"

Absolutely not. You weren't afraid to reject him on the spot.

Long story short, you and Wally got into a heated argument and he admitted to taking you from your world. From your own home, where you belonged.

You have never been so livid and angry in your life. You had enough.

If he was going to make you miserable, then damn it, you'll make him miserable, too.

From that moment on, you did whatever you could to upset, anger, piss him off. Make him feel any sort of negative emotion.

You ruined his paintings at any chance you got. Anytime you'd see him with an apple, you'd take it and eat it right in front of him. You ignored him at the best of your ability and tried to refrain eye contact with him.

Wally was getting very fed up with your behavior.

He did so much for you. He brought you into his very own neighborhood so he can finally have someone be his.

And you were being very, very complicated.

He's tried to keep calm, but it's been very difficult. Taking his apples made him frown. Destroying his paintings made him angry. But you, talking to anyone besides him? Made him beyond furious.

The final straw was when Wally was trying to get your attention. You weren't able to ignore him as well, so you relied on any neighbor that was willing to help. Partially out of boredom but also because you grew interested, you decided to try to flirt with Howdy in his shop.

The way Howdy looked away, all bashful and flustered made you feel happy, something you haven't felt in so long.

"Aren't you just a cute caterpillar? You just make me feel like butterflies around you!"

Wally had enough.

For the first time, Wally forcefully grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of Howdy's shop. You tried to break free but to no avail.

You were dragged into Home and forced into a locked room. You grew anxious and frantic. You tried screaming for help.

"They can't hear you."

Wally stared at you. This time, you couldn't break away from his gaze.

All of his pent up anger, sadness, frustration, all of that was being radiated off of him and it was then you grew scared for your safety.

"I will make you understand, Neighbor."

"I will make you love me."

"You are mine. Mine only."

"Why don't you love me?"

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I think I either got carried away or didn't write enough. This was my first take on this yandere stuff, so let me know what you guys think! <3

#welcome home #wally darling #wally welcome home #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #wally wh #wh wally #welcome home wally #wally loves you

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imagine--if · 2 years

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(A/N: I don't know why I didn't do this sooner because I love this boy so much and he made season 3 🥺️) also this is pretty long, like 2.1k words long, so enjoy 😁)

｡ₓ ू ₒ ु Jason Todd Dating Hcs ू ₒ ु ₓ｡

♡ₓ This is gonna be a long one 😂 Jason may seem like a cocky, playful kickass teenager, but inside, he’s a little broken up and just needs a hug 🥺

♡ₓ You either met him as a new Titan, picked out and taken back to the tower with Dick, or someone that Jason saved as Robin. He won’t tell you yet, but you are honestly the most beautiful person he’s ever seen… and stumbles over his words when you’re introduced.

♡ₓ You become really great friends - or so you think, not quite noticing the lingering looks and smiles he gives you like the rest of the Titans do. Jason’s pretty protective and defensive of his friends, and seeing as the rest of the Titans aren’t super friendly with him, he doesn’t make as much of an effort with them as he does with you.

♡ₓ Which leads to him getting annoyed when they try to befriend you too and take you away from conversations you were having with him. If you’re a Titan and there’s a dangerous mission Dick wants you to go out on, Jason won’t let you leave unless he can come to. He knows full well you can defend yourself, but he doesn’t want to lose you like he’s lost others in the past.

♡ₓ When Robin fell from that rooftop, somehow you managed to catch Superboy’s attention and make sure he didn’t die. Jason could only watch, still stunned by the fall and now by you, as you check he’s not hurt and ask if he’s okay. He’s not used to anyone caring that much, and so he can only nod and hug you as a response. It’s all he needs to know for sure that he’s absolutely in love.

♡ₓ After that, the PTSD and bad thoughts really started getting to him, and you were the only one who could pick up on that and try to help. I mean, you've seen the series, the rest of the Titans are either pretty oblivious or don't deal with it well at all *cough*dick*cough*

♡ₓ So quiet times, just sitting and listening to music, or working out in the training room - where he took every opportunity to show off and try to catch your attention - helped him drown out the poison, as he calls it. Jason tries to be and is a lot more open when it's just you and him than the others, and immediately gets defensive when Dick attempts to ask if he's okay.

♡ₓ When he was getting singled out and blamed for the crosses on Rachel’s mirror and the rest of the chaos in the tower, you were the only one to try to stand up for him and pointed out to Dick that he’d run off. It meant so much to him, seeing you carefully make your way to the edge of the roof and look up at him with pleading eyes. Jason has never felt that wanted before, which is the main reason he got down, and held back choking sobs when you gave him the tightest hug ever. ‘He’d keep trying, for you,’ that’s what he’d told himself.

♡ₓ One of the best memories you had of him before you managed to get separated was when Jason showed how much he trusted you by taking you to the high school where he watched the play they did and admitted his love for theatre. You didn't tease or mock him at all, which was a huge relief but expected from you anyway, and right then and there, he wanted to tell you everything. About how you're a thought that makes him want to keep going every day and how he wishes he could hug you a little longer than your friendly ones. But Jason can't make the words come out of his mouth then but can pretend as much as he wants as you walk back with his arm around your shoulder, you not knowing any better.

♡ₓ I'd like to stress that he hasn't said all of this yet, because he won't stop later on, I promise 🥰️

♡ₓ But near the time of Donna's funeral and Rachel leaving the city, you somehow get split up because of carrying on Titan work with Nightwing while Jason needs to talk to Bruce and do some stuff back in Gotham. Even so, you still receive plenty of texts from him, checking up on you while you aren't near each other, wanting to hear your voice again and see that heartstopping smile of yours through FaceTime.

♡ₓ Then Robin really comes to an end, because Jason Todd apparently dies at the hands of the Joker. His friend Molly tells you (which leads to you becoming great friends if you weren't already), and you're devastated. It slowly but surely starts to click into place for you. Those longing looks from him back at Titans Tower, the way he quickly got protective whenever there was the slightest threat you felt uncomfortable with, warm hugs he'd only give you, shoving off Gar with a questioning look when he jokingly tried to get in with you once. Jason had always been a great, understanding friend, but the thought of you possibly having the opportunity to be something more and missing out on it makes you cry 😢

♡ₓ So when you get a call from Dick telling you about the new Red Hood threat, and how he thinks Jason might still be alive and affiliated with the Scarecrow?? You're terrified for him hanging around with such a dark and dangerous person, but you know in your heart that Jason can't have changed so much, reborn or not, from how you knew him before. Dick isn't convinced, especially after Hank's death, and even though you're just as upset as the rest of the team are at the loss, you feel like Jason must be under some kind of influence, and he'd never do anything like that alone.

♡ₓ When you come with Dick to confront him, Red Hood has everyone in Gotham convinced that he's some sort of hero. When Nightwing has him on the floor with a gun pointed, you run over and pull it out of his hands. The shocked, emotion-flooded expression on Jason's face makes you forget everything for the moment as you go in and give him the tightest hug ever, while Dick tries calming down the crowd around you all. Jason slowly, shakily returns it, a million doubting thoughts rushing through his head. Don't you know what he's done? Can you forgive him that easily? You deserve so much more...

♡ₓ Dick gets shot though, and the situation escalates rapidly. You notice Jason hesitantly retreating into the crowd, not wanting the Scarecrow to get to you, his only weakness. But you manage to grab his arm and give him the same pleading eyes as the ones from the balcony he stood at the edge of all those months ago. You ask him to come back home, to stay with you, that you miss him. At the moment, it's difficult, since Crane hasn't been dealt with yet, but Jason promises that he'll see you again soon before he has to run for it, and you tend to Dick.

♡ₓ When you convince Dick to let Jason help the Titans defeat Scarecrow and make sense of the drugs and being brought back to life, Jason doesn't want to let you out of his sight again. He was terrified that he'd never see you again, that you'd hate him because of all that's happened. He's in mild disbelief as you rest against him in the car while Dick runs you over the plans, but Jason isn't afraid to show he cares in front of people (I'll get to PDA more later 😉) and he delicately runs his gloved fingers through your hair and against your cheek, grounding yourself and him at the same time.

♡ₓ Needless to say, Scarecrow gets his ass rightly kicked, and Bruce comes back with his house wrecked and the city recovering from the attack. When he asks Jason which life is next after he turns down living in Wayne Manor again, he looks over his shoulder at you, with a soft smirk that makes warmth spread throughout your body as he simply says, "one with them."

♡ₓ He's not kidding in the slightest either, because now you're reunited, Jason is pretty clingy and in need of a bit of reassurance from you, but is the best boyfriend ever. Everything he struggled with saying before comes out in a mess when you have your first kiss after leaving the Manor and Dick goes with Rachel to visit Crane in prison. This boy's a complete whipped simp, I do not exaggerate.

♡ₓ Like, if it was the middle of the night and you wanted some random drink or fancied going out to get food or ride his motorbike, sure, he's up, where to? Sleep can wait 😊

♡ₓ With PDA, Jason Todd is not shy, and in public, he's just as loving as he is in private. He has no fears of confrontation too, so god forbid anyone that tries to make a move on you or makes you feel bad. He does get jealous sometimes, but more in the insecure way, not at all in the way of not trusting you. You waste no time in telling him that he's the only boy you want in your life and give him a bear hug, and he'll get over it just like that.

♡ₓ On the subject of cuddling, he can't get enough of it. Whether it's lounging around at home or in bed, Jason will draw them out. Vulnerably if it's just after a nightmare, when you wrap your arms around him sleepily and he cradles you to him protectively. Playfully if it's getting late in the morning and he's not ready to get up yet. Sometimes it's just really randomly when you're doing your own thing, he just sweeps you up off your feet and doesn't put you down until you're laughing ridiculously hard and kicking around helplessly.

♡ₓ I can imagine him being all silly and saying that he "won't let you go, angel, till you tell me you love me more than anything else in this world," and then gets all wide-eyed and soft when you actually say it so earnestly. Jason also loves it when you play with his dark curls, he'll happily rest his head on your chest, playing around with your hands and kissing your fingers absentmindedly as your own fiddle with his locks.

♡ₓ You're the only person that can truly calm him down when he's annoyed with someone that's trying to get to him, or on one of his bad days. If you insist on staying at home with him to watch movies and eat junk and cuddle in bed, just to make him feel better, he will literally cry and mumble endearments into your shoulder. Don't for a second doubt that he won't do the same for you, because it will literally break his heart if he sees you upset. If its a person, Jason will gladly deal with them, but if it's just life, he'll hold you tightly, pressing gentle kisses on your forehead and reminding you that he'll always be there for you 🥲

♡ₓ He's honestly a bit possessive - not in a toxic way though - so seeing you in his hoodies or t-shirts makes him all proud and bashful. Jason compliments you for every little thing, or stares in adoring wonder, maybe if you're just doing a hobby or nothing in particular. Or maybe you're his partner and anti-hero like him, or still a Titan, able to defend yourself and save others so effortlessly.

♡ₓ He also trusts you with his life. If you didn't give him any explanation to do something crazy, Jason would assume it's important and you'll explain when you can, taking your word for anything.

♡ₓ Jason will do anything to make you happy and keep that smile on your face. You've been through so much together, and he doesn't care what he goes through now, as long as you're in on it together.

♡ₓ "You're my whole world, princess. I love you so much..."

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sydsaint · 3 months

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Summary: The reader is Shawn's assistant for NXT having an out-of-control night. Luckily for her, Ilja is always around to lend a helping hand and charming word where he can.

You rush into the building clutching an overflowing briefcase of files in one hand and your bag in the other. Your security badge swings violently against your chest as you weave through backstage personnel in a desperate attempt to make it to Shawn's office before he notices your absence.

You reach Shawn's office huffing and puffing like an animal. You shoulder through the door and thankfully find the room empty. "Oh thank god, I made it." You let out a shakey sigh and hurry over to your desk.

You set your stuff down and take a second to compose yourself. While you're catching your breath, the doorknob turns signaling that someone is coming in. You quickly scramble to your feet ready to greet who is surely Shawn arriving for the night.

"Oh, Ilja." Your rigid posture relaxes when the current NXT champion steps through the door. "Good evening." You sink back down into your chair with another sigh.

"Good evening, YN, my dear." Ilja flashes a debonaire smile at you as he aproaches your desk. "I saw you rushing across the loading bay earlier." He explains. "So I assumed that you could use a little pick-me-up before our night begins." He reveals a cup of hot coffee from catering in his hand.

You eye the coffee with a grateful smile and gladly take it from Ilja's hands. "Oh, thank you so much, Ilja." You thank him. "This is just what I needed after all that running I just did." You muse.

Ilja chuckles at your joke and nods. "I was happy to help, YN." He assures you. "Now! I will let you get back to work. Please do take care, my dear. And perhaps we will see one another again tonight." He bows his head at you with charming smile before turning and exiting the room.

You watch Ilja shut the door behind him and feel blush creeping up your neck. You've been hit on plenty of times by some of the NXT superstarts since you took this job as Shawn's assistant. But none of them have the charm and poetic way with words that Dragonuv does.

A few minutes later Shawn finally arrives and greets you as he comes into the room. "Evening, YN." He nods as he passes your desk.

"Evening, boss." You nod back at him, pretending to be enthralled with the various paperwork at your desk.

"YN, remind me what we've got scheduled for tonight." Shawn asks you as he makes his way around his much larger desk at the back of the room.

You nod and dig around for tonights schedule. Once you've located the paper you're looking for you rise from your seat and walk over to Shawn's desk.

"We've got two more Dusty cup matches tonight. Both Semi-finals. Roxanne Perez and Cora Jade have a match scheduled. Chase University also have a tag match against Gallus. As well as a few backstage segments and promo's being filmed." You read everything on the list before handing it to Shawn. "Oh! And you have a conferene call with Hunter in 15 minutes." You add.

"Right, conference call." Shawn sighs and glosses over the paper. "I want you out at the producers table while I'm on the call." He informs you. "Just in case something happens that would otherwise warrant my attention."

You nod and walk back over to your desk to get some work done before Shawn's conference call. "No problem, boss."

You reply to a few emails and fill out a paper or two before it comes time for Shawns conference call. Shawn gets ready to take the call and you dismiss yourself out to the producers table backstage.

"Hey, guys." You greet everyone at the table once you've arrived backstage. "Shawn is busy taking an important call so he's left me in charge in case anything goes down while he's busy." You explain as you take a seat at the table.

The others nod and everyone gets back to work. You sit and watch the action in the ring for while before you grow thirsty and decide to grab a water from the table on the other side of the room.

You are retreiving said water when Ilja happens through the room after filming a short backstage promo for the show. "YN, darling!" He greets you with a wide smile and walks over.

"Ilja! Hello again." You smile right back at him. "How are you since we last talked? Everything go well with your backstage promo?" You ask him.

"It went fine." Ilja nods. "And I'm looking forward to facing Trick Williams in the ring here in a couple of weeks." He adds.

You nod in agreement and take a sip of your water. "I'm sure it'll be a great match to watch."

"How are you?" Ilja asks you after a moment. "Shawn isn't working you too hard is he?" He lightheartedly jokes.

"Not at all." You giggle. "The job can be hard at times, yeah. But I do love my work." You assure Ilja. "Plus, I have noticed a certain someone is always nearby to make my day better." You grin at him.

Ilja chuckles and nods. "It's my pleasure, YN. Anything I can do to ensure that stunning smile graces your lovely features, my dear."

You begin to blush again and bow your head in embarassment. "Ilja." You giggle to yourself when someone from the producers table begins beckoning you back to work. "Sorry, I should get back." You sheepishly dismiss yourself.

"Of course." Ilja nods and steps out of the way. "I'd never dream of keeping you from your work. Have a wonderful rest of your night, YN." He flashes you one last frustratingly charming smile.

"You too, Ilja." You nod and hurry back off to the producer's table blushing like a schoolgirl with a hopeless crush.

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2. The Date

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Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x slight Marc Spector

Warnings: 18+ smut, just some making out (the good stuff is coming, so excited for you to read the next chapter oh my gosh)

Summary: Constantly kissing your cute neighbor Steven doesn't make him any less mysterious.

Words: 2.3 k

Notes: Thanks for all of your support! I get very happy every time I read your reactions to the fics, makes me want to write more and more! So, comments or suggestions are always welcome <3

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So… you might be as into your cute neighbor Steven as he’s into Ancient Egypt. Maybe even more.

As you get ready for tonight's first formal date, you try not to think about all the other casual friendly dates you've had already. Because just the recall of it it’s giving your heart palpitations.

But even as you try to focus on something else, you can’t help looking back to that first bookshop date. Where you had to whisper close to each other due the book club meeting that was taking place in the store. Where you could smell his earthy cologne and fresh clean clothes blending with the dry scent of paper.

Your heart races just by remembering the way Steven kept looking at you, almost like he couldn't believe you were right there next to him. How he tried to hide his nervousness by pretending to be reading book titles every time you caught him staring at you.

Or that other date, a few bookshops after, the one in which you were in front of a massive table displaying bestsellers with discount stickers and one of them caught your attention.

It was a poorly designed erotica book cover featuring two impossible muscular werewolves and what seemed to be a half-naked mermaid, behind them a very obviously suggestive bed on fire.

This genre should have an annual cover contest, you thought running a finger over the cover.

The movement must have caught his attention.

“Do y-you like lovey-dovey literature?” he asked in a soft almost chocked voice, catching you off guard.

Lovey-dovey. Is even possible to be that cute? The butterflies made you giggle against your will.

Before you could reply he affirmed: “Your laugh must be the prettiest sound in the world.” His voice firmer that second time.

You were the one left breathless after that.

But even if you try not to think about it, there are little things scattered all around your flat that remind you of him. Like that street artist’s little canvas you saw once on display on your way back home after having coffee together, he bought it for you a few days later because you told him it evoked a landscape you enjoyed on a happy vacation as a kid. The Introduction to Mythology book that he lent you, asking you to let him know whenever you get to the moon gods part. The hippo stuffed animal called Taweret he brought you from the museum, even when he doesn’t work there anymore. Or the pyramid of Giza souvenir placed in a special spot on your bookshelf, from that morning he came to you apologizing for the jilted date, briefly explaining to you he went urgently to Egypt but without giving too much away about why he had to.

That reminds you that even when he’s sweet, open, and thoughtful, there’s still some air of mystery around him. You have the feeling that there are some significant information blanks you don’t yet get to fill. And you always have that fact at forefront of your mind until you see him and he says something incredibly distracting and sweet and all you can focus on is controlling your reactions to what he does and what he says.

Exactly what happened when he asked you out a few days ago.

“I’ve been—I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now”, he mentioned one morning when you ran into each other in the hallway. “There’s a new vegan restaurant in the suburbs that’s getting quite good reviews, you know? And I thought we could get a cab and—what I mean to ask you is that I would… I would like to take you out for—for dinner.”

“Sure, sounds good” you answered with a smile. You didn’t give it much thought, you’ve been going out visiting museums, bookshops, and cafes for weeks now.

But that wasn’t it enough for him. He wanted to make it clear.

“I’m��I’m asking you out. I’m asking you out on a date. A date-date. If… if you are interested, of course. If you’re not t-that’s alright.”

Oh.

You weren't expecting such a straightforward Steven so early in the morning. It short-circuited your brain for a second.

“I am.”

“Yeah?” He returned softly like he wasn’t expecting you to say yes. His growing radiant smile debilitating in an addictive way.

It filled you up with the urge to make him happy just to get to see him smiling that same way over and over again.

Gentle knocks on your door interrupt your thoughts. An adrenaline rush spreads over your body as you open it.

“Hey, neighbor.”

He’s dressed all black and handsome.

“Bloody hell, you look astonishingly pe—”. He spouts as soon as he sees you, but then he seems to listen a voice in his head telling him to back up a little. “You look beautiful,” he corrects a second later with sincere eyes.

And everything’s perfect, all giggles, blushes, stolen glances, and almost-touching hands… that is, until you get to the new restaurant and there’s a 2-hour waiting list to get a table.

“No!,” he pleads heartbroken at the hostess. “Really?”

Once you’re outside you take a look around, there are no more restaurants in plain sight. Just a few remaining open fast-food places and a nearby park. You turn around to find a sad-puppy eyes Steven looking at you.

“I’m so sorry!—I’m so sorry I didn’t check out first! I just blew off our date, didn’t I? Bloody idiot I am. How could I not che—”

“Hey Steven, it’s ok. We can find something… maybe some burgers?”

“Burgers? But I wanted it to be special for you.”

He wanted this date to be special for you. He says it so casually, yet the words go straight to your heart.

You can’t help but be as upfront with your emotions as he is.

“It’s special as long as I’m with you.” You concede, holding his stare long enough to see his cheeks get a light pink glow. The radiant smile appears a few seconds after.

“Let’s find some burgers,” he says daring to softly hold your hand for the first time.

Well, you don’t find burgers but you do find vegan pizza. And now you’re eating it at the park because the pizzeria was about to close when you got there and he’s still holding your hand and now you’ve felt his touch you crave for more. You’re dying to be closer, to rest your head on his shoulder, to caress his curls away from his face, to lean in and brush his fingers against his tanned skin.

Yet you hold back because everything feels perfect just as it is and you’re scared to ruin it.

Until he inclines, examining your eyes.

“Has anyone told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?”

He’s closer than he's ever been, your pulse starts racing.

Why does he have to smell so good? So right?

On purpose, your lips brush his ear as you whisper to him, desperate to feel him any way you can. “That's the fourth time you’ve complimented me today.”

That’s it for him. Shivers running down his spine, light-headed, and eyes closed, Steven angles his face, his lips almost coming against yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your lips part, the answer stuck somewhere in your throat.

And your heart —your poor heart— lost it at the total surrender in his voice. At the unfiltered need you hear.

“Please?” he asks again, softer this time.

Unable to stop yourself and before you could even process it your lips are on his. The absence of an answer makes him gasp in your mouth. The sound seeping deep, deep inside of you.

At first, his kiss is soft, slow, taking his time exploring you. But then his body is coming against yours, seeking anything you’d give him.

And you think you might be dreaming again because you’ve been wanting him for months now and the way his hands are tenderly holding you as close as you let him, the way his warmth is spreading over your skin everywhere you’re touching, god, the noises he’s making, it’s all too good to be true.

So you take both of you back to soft. Sweet. Light. And then you step back a bit to get some air into your lungs.

“That was.. that was lovely. Perfect. You are perfect” he says before chasing your lips one more time, as drunk on your touch as you’re on his, barely giving you any time to breathe.

You giggle on his lips, this is real. And he’s giggling too, happy. Kissing your cheek, your jaw, your lips again.

“I would kiss you forever if you’d let me, love.” He breaths as you trail your fingers through his hair and then around his neck until they came down to rest on his strong chest. He melts under your touch, still panting.

And he does.

He’s kissing you all the time.

Every date you’ve had after the date it’s been filled with an ever-increasing number of compliments, kisses, and soft touches that always leave you breathless and yearning. Every time you share more of your time with him, to the point he’s quickly becoming a part of the little daily domestic things like when he crosses the hall to eat breakfast with you or when you’re cooking dinner together or, later, when you’re washing the dishes laughing over something silly either of you just said.

Like now that he has offered to wash your hair after you’re done bleaching a little stripe, just for the pleasure of doing so intimate yet simple.

You look at him through the mirror. He looks very focused on the task he’s doing. Almost like helping you wash your hair was something very important for him and doesn’t want to mess it up.

“Am I doing it all right, love?”, he asks smiling hesitantly.

He puts so much care and love into any little thing he does that you can’t even think he could do anything wrong at all.

“More than all right,” you smile back at him through the mirror. His smile grows and you melt into your seat.

Once your hair is completely wet, he starts applying the shampoo. And oh, his hands are so, so soothing, so comforting. He is touching you like you were something very precious and delicate that he could easily break at the slightest carelessness.

You can’t help but hum in pleasure at the way the gentle press of his fingers feels against your scalp.

“I know” he whispers, out of breath.

You don’t even realize you had closed your eyes until he abruptly stops.

When you open them he is staring at you through the mirror. But there’s something different. He holds your stare for a second and then his gaze fall into his hands in your head, nearly lost.

His eyes that shined like a clear sunny sky just moments ago, now give the impression there’s a storm forming inside them.

You don’t know why but the change makes your heart race.

“Are you ok?” you ask.

His eyes make contact with yours across the mirror once more. It seems like he has a million different answers to give you. But then he just nods slowly, returning to the massage of your scalp a second later.

You think you are imagining it, but there is certain vehemence in the way he is touching you now, you don’t know what you would call it but it carries less indecisiveness and more eagerness. There’s even a little frown that you don’t think have seen in him before. He almost looks in pain. And even when your hair is more than clean by now, he doesn’t stop.

“Steven?” you ask, placing your hand on one of his.

That seems to break the bubble he was in. His hands leave your scalp, you look at him in the mirror but he refuses to make eye contact.

He gives a step back, his hands full of foam and little white bubbles. You stop for a moment at the thought that even his posture seems to be somehow different. But you get distracted by the way he is pushing his head down into your neck, his sigh sending goosebumps all over your skin.

After a second he places a soft kiss between your shoulder and your neck.

And for some reason —maybe because of the brief touch of his tongue over your skin that feels like he was savoring it for the first time— the kiss feels unlike any other kiss you’ve shared with him till now.

“I'll be right back,” he mutters leaving the bathroom.

When he comes back, a few moments later, it’s like nothing happened. He excuses himself by saying he needed a glass of water but you know, you know there’s more than that. You just don’t have any idea what could it be.

He continues with the task ahead in silence, meditative. Just once your hair is wrapped in a towel he speaks again.

“Have you—Have you had time to read the book I lent you, love?”

The question catches you off guard.

“Uh… I'm still not in the part you want, why?”

He thinks something and then silently nods to himself, gaining determination.

“There are some things you need to know.”

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DIRTY LIAR | JJK

You're standing Infront of him, playing with your fingers. Are you nervous? Maybe you are.

He called you in his office that is located inside his mansion without knowing the reason. Did you do something wrong? You don't think so but if that's the case then what are you doing here?.

"Remove your clothes" He said with his deep huskey groaning voice. Widened your eyes while looking at him shocked.

You gripped on your tiny maid dress that is only at the very bottom of your butt cheek. It's too short yes, cause once you bend down everything is already showing mostly your red lace lingerie pantie.

You gulp as you watched Mr.Jeon walk Infront of his desk while he sat on the table, crossing his arms together and deeply stared at you.

"I said change your clothes Yn" He repeat himself. You stared in his eyes and saw that there's no playful look placed on his expression. It's all seriousness.

You slowly grabbed the ribbon at the back of your dress while still looking at him, pulling the edge of it when Mr.Jeon suddenly cleared his throat as he turn around pretending to fix his papers on the table.

"Don't do it here, My wife doesn't like it so wear something else. You can go now" He said while his back is facing you.

"O-okay but Mr.Jeon you only have me five of this uniform and they all have the same size." You replied.

You heard him sighing making you smirk you slowly made your way closer to his direction as you walk passed at him.

You bend down Infront of him while grabbing the fallen paper on the ground giving him the perfect view of your bright red undergarment.

He keep his eye on you, not daring to look away. He's breath started hitching while his forehead is covered in sweat.

You smirk as you knew how he would react, you stood up and walk towards him, handing him the paper and gave him a smile but deep inside yourself smirking at his reaction.

He's nervous and you can see it. You bow at him as you made sure to show your perfect cleavage right in his eye.

"I'll take my leave now Mr.Jeon, just sent me my new uniform, I'll wait for it" You said as you left the room smirking.

As soon as you left his office, you're pulled away by a strong hand and pin you on the wall, locking you in-between his arms.

"What the heck are you doing Jimin" you shouted as you true pushing him away but he didn't even move a bit.

"Yn, I like you why can't you just accept my feelings for you" he said while sounding like begging.

You have no internet on him, yes his hot, cute and have a perfect body but you've never intended to marry a bagger.

You're already born poor and you don't want to marry a poor guy and create a poor family with this guy that's why you're trying your best to get Mr.Jeon's attention.

Yes he's married but still he's everything that you need, he's handsome, rich, educated, hot everything that every womans wanted.

And in your condition, you didn't care even tho he already has a wife and happily married. You're selfish and you admit that.

You had to be selfish in order to have a good life so at this point you don't care about anyone but yourself and how you will be able to live a luxury life with the man that you like.

And that is Mr.Jeon, he's all that you needed and you don't have any plans on giving up ok him this easily.

You're just starting and this is getting exciting. You knew that deep inside you already have an affect on Mr.Jeon and that's exactly what you've been planning on doing.

You're cut off while thinking about Mr.Jeon when a lips touches you're, you came back to reality realizing that Jimin was the one who's kissing you.

You're about to pushed him away when an evil plan suddenly came on you. Pulling his closer while deeping the kiss.

You pulled away and catch your breath together. Wrapping your arms around his neck and hang on him. You seductively stared at him as you gave him peak on his lips.

"Do you really want me?" You asked.

He nod.

"Then do one thing for me. Sleep with Mrs.Jeon, I wanted to take revenge on her, you knew how much she hates me and making me do all those jobs that I wasn't even my job right. I just wanted to teach her a lesson baby." You pout making the man chuckles.

"You're kidding me right?" He said as he placed that stupid smile on his face. You lose your mood and pushed him. Walking away from him when he grabbed you hand and turned you around again.

"Wait so you're actually serious?" He asked while you just stared at him while crossing your arms together.

It was midnight when Jungkook came back from work. He entered the front door while you greated him with a nervous face.

He stared at you, he was stunned seeing you in your night gown while standing Infront of him. You're not wearing any bra and he can see it cause your nipple gets harder by the cold wind.

He started thinking nasty things about you again and he hate himself for that, he shouldn't be doing. He's married and he love his wife and he's not planning on cheating on her. At least that's what he thinks but that's not what his body desire.

His body wants you, his body calls you for but he doesn't know if you feel the same. His thoughts got cut off when you suddenly grabbed his tattooed hand and caresses it.

"I know I shouldn't be doing this cause I will have to face the consequence like losing my job but Mr.Jeon, I-I can't hold myself anymore." You said while your tears build inside your eyes.

He stared at you in shocked, he didn't knew how to reaction. Your standing Infront of him wearing this kind of dress, how can you stop him from assuming that you actually wanted him just like how he wanted you but again his thoughts got cut off when you continue your words.

"Mrs.Jeon hates me, she's making me do all the jobs that I wasn't supposed to but I never complained and keep my mouth shut but I pity you Mr.jeon. Your wife has been cheating ok you and she told me to never speak a word but I just couldn't hold myself anymore." You cried Infront of him.

He didn't knew if he should believe you or his wife but seeing you like this got him thinking. You both hear a shout coming from his bedroom.

He quickly run upstairs while you followed him from behind.

Jimin got pushed on the floor by the married woman but he pulled her hair and pushed her on the bed again.

He hovered on top of her and started kissing her neck. He really wanted to have you that's why he's doing this but at the same time he's thinking that he can gain two wins in the situation.

He can have a good sèx with the hot married woman and at the same time after this he can finally have you.

He switched places and place her on top of himself while pulling her closer.

He saw the door open. Not wide open but he saw Mr.Jeon staring at them. This is exactly how you planned. The married woman on top of him and made her husband think that they both like what they're doing mostly the woman cause she's on top.

You close the door seeing Mr.Jeon's tears about to fall off. You grabbed him and hug him.

You convinced him to don't make a scene, at least not now, you still wanted to play with his wife and at the same time you had to make sure that you have hold Mr.Jeon's on his neck first before ending the exciting part.

He pulled away from you as you both look at each other. Pulling him closer and kissed him. He didn't kissed you back.

At some moments you felt anxious and nervous when he did kiss you back thinking he would probably kick you out of his house without even succeeding your plans.

But those thoughts went away when he pulled you by your waist, kissing you passionately while pinning you on the wall.

His hand slide down on your tights, pulling your night gown upwards as he entered his hand on your undergarment.

Rubbing you entrance as he received moan from you in between the kiss. He insert two fingers inside you making you moan a little loud as you also broke the kiss.

His mouth went down to your neck, while his fingers keeps moving in and out of your vàgina.

His wife is crying Infront of him telling how horrible her night was thinking her husband would do something about it but he just stayed in his chair acting as if he didn't heard her.

How can he believed his wife and she saw him on top of their gardener in their own bed and not she's saying she was ràpèd.

No man would believe it when they saw she's in that position even though she's was telling the truth. She's already crying on her knees feeling disgusted but her wife was just sitting there as if she's not even here.

You open the door while a cup of coffee, you saw the wife crying on her knees as you turn your head to Mr.Jeon but he's too focused in his work.

Mrs.Jeon saw you, she immediately stood up and grabbed the tray on your hand. She had enough, she throw the tray on the floor making the hot tea liquid spill everywhere but mostly of the hot liquid fallen on your skin making you groan in pain.

Jungkook immediately stood up from his chair after hearing you. He kneel down while looking at your burned arms.

He was pissed off, he grabbed his wife hand tight while staring at her soul looking so mad, burning in mad.

"Have you lost your mind?!" He sounded at her.

"You're not even listening to me!!, I just told you I was ràp3d but you just didn't care?!" She shouted while her tears scream down on her cheek.

Jungkook didn't dare to look at her again. He pulled your hand and dragged you out of his office leaving his wife crying.

Jimin is pinning you on the wall. You glance at him while trying to push him away as hard as you can but it's useless.

How can a small body like yours matches with his well build arms muscle. He pushed you against the wall after you tried running away from him that leaves you groaning in pain.

He was so mad. Burning in anger because of what you did. You made him believe that you and him can finally be together after he did as you said but you betrayed him.

He saw you doing it with Mr.Jeon and that's when he realized you actually just used him to break the couples apart. He feels disgusted for falling for two face like you.

Right now he wanted you to pay for what you did. But for you, you did nothing at least that's what you're trying to convince yourself.

You keep telling yourself that it's not your fault that he's dump and actually believe that you will choose a poor little guy like him who's poorest than a rat.

You both stared at each other and you can see the anger in his eyes. But you looked at him the same way, while trying to get away from him, he smashed his lips on yours.

You keep on pushing him away, trying to break the kiss. You keep on screaming for help while his mouth is still on yours. Soon he fell on the ground after receiving a hard punch on his face.

You turned around and saw Jungkook standing next to you. You hugged him tight while he embrace you. He stared at the poor guy laying on the floor.

"Don't you dare step your feet in my house again or else you will end up in jail together with my ex wife." He said while pulling you away.

You smirk at Jimin who's laying on the floor with his bloody mouth. He was so pissed off.

You made everyone believe that you're an actual angel while you're just angel in disguise. And right now your target is Jungkook and you actually made him believe. He was blind just like how Jimin used to be but now that he's eyes are wide open he can already see everything.

Jungkook shut the door behind him. As you both entered your share room he immediately dragged you inside the bathroom. Getting under the shower he turn the handle and open it.

The water fall on your body directly, making you both socked in wet. He started rubbing your neck and your lips hardly. You're confused by his action.

His action is hurting you. Your lips is already shallowing while your neck turned red before of the hard impact of his hand. He's rubbing every each of your body that Jimin touched.

He can't let other man touch you. You're just his and no one will ever dare to touch you. Only he can.

Soon you actually begin to cry silently and Jungkook finally stopped. He looked at you and realized that he hurted you. Pulling you in his embrace while he keeps on mumbling the words "I'm sorry" through your ears.

Both of your are laying on the bathtub. Your head is laying against his chest while he's laying on the edge of the bathtub.

Interlocking your hand with he's. He kiss the back of your hand while staring at the wedding ring in your finger.

Yes both of you are married. After that night when Jungkook saw his ex-wife with Jimin he didn't think twice to divorce him.

His wife beg him but he never listen. Jimin actually already told him everything but he never believe any of them. Jimin told Jungkook the truth after he finds out your and Jungkook are getting married but Jungkook chooses not to believe any of them thinking that Jimin is ruining your reputation just because his ex-wife say so.

As he's blindly Inlove with you, he actually started believing your lies and never opened his ears to listen to everyone. Only you and your words that he chooses to believe.

While Jungkook is laying under the water with his arms wrapped around your shoulder. He felt your palm on his member.

He hummed softly as you wrapped your palm on his cock and behind to pump under the water. You moved away from him and stay inside of him while continuesly palming him. You smirk while looking at him enjoying your touch.

Soon Jungkook open his eyes and looked at you.

You removed your hand from his cock and lay your back on the edge of the bathtub.

He started at you while you put your hand under the water and moan, then he realized that you're actually fingering yourself under the water Infront of him. You keep on moaning while pinching your nipple. you look at your husband who's sitting Infront of you while bitting your lips as you continue pleasuring yourself.

Jungkook couldn't hold himself back. palming the crotch with his big tattooed hand, he pressed down on the bulge making a pleasurable sign escape from his cherry lips. Leaning his head on the edge of the tub, he rolled back his eyes while continuesly pounding his tattooed hand on his veiny cock.

Before Jungkook can even make himself cum. You made your way towards him, touching his thighs making him look at you.

You grabbed his hand and place them on your boobies

you pushed your hand flat on his chest rocking your hips up and down after placing his cock inside your womanhood. the water is flashing everywhere everytime you pushed down and pull up, your boobs bounced while Jungkook just keep an eye on them.

You took his hand guiding them to your waist as you pound into his cock recklessly. Your head dove back as you played with your breast.

"Ughhh" you heard him groan making you moan in pleasure. The water spill everywhere but none of you cared about it. all you care right now is you pleasuring one other.

How can you be so happy and contended with your life right now after breaking and ruining other people's lifes. You're truly selfish but this side of your brings you a better life to live and you didn't regret any of it.

You didn't regret even a bit cause this is exactly what you want. You already have everything wrapped around your hands. You're a true evil but you careless about it.

You're a little Dirty Liar and you choose to remain like that just so you can keep him all for yourself.

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dantenyhpmir · 10 months

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You Scare Me

Pairing; Konig x F!Reader,

Plot; Konig visits you in the hospital after saving you in the most gruesome way

Warnings; Voyeurism, threat of sexual assault/rape (Not from Konig), Freezing as a trauma response, PxV Sex, Unprotected sex, Oral sex(Fem receiving), “knife play”

Word Count; 5420

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The trip to the new mission was awkward to say the least. You and Konig had assigned seats next to each other but he didn't seem like he wanted to talk with you much. Honestly you got a long fine with everyone else on the team. Zero was the other sniper who was training you, she was so confident in her craft and in you it didn't take long for you to believe in your skills as well. The team got divided up differently this time. Ghost assigned Zero to cover himself and Soap while you were covering Alejandro and Konig. Both lovely people. Well you think. You couldn't get a read on Konig. No matter how often you worked together. Every hello you gave him was met with a quick hi and an even quicker exit. Like he wanted to avoid you. You were always kind, you didn't understand but now in the back of the jeep heading to the next mission, he couldn't bolt.

"You okay Konig?" You ask genuinely

"What? But of course" he says nervously, staring out the side of the jeep. Avoiding eye contact

Ghost is driving while Zero is in the passenger seat going over protocol. You aren't paying too much attention, you've been over it so many times. It feels like she's just saying it to fill the air. You turn away, pretending to listen while you also stare out the window. Konig's head slowly turns. He catches a look at your jawline, your beautiful hair and can't help but stare at your chest and especially your thighs. He swallows hard before your eyes realize his fixations and he turns again. Like a child caught in candy he shouldn't be eating.

"Are you nervous about the mission?" You ask out of concern

"Oh, um, yes. Very much so, quite" he coughed out.

You can see Zero's eye roll in the front mirror. And within the hour you would understand why.

Konig wasn't scared of anything. He was 6'8, absolutely massive and one of the deadliest men to probably ever walk the earth. Covering him in battle was basically a vacation, your scope framed on him but never really needing to squeeze the trigger. By the time you would notice another enemy he had disposed of them. Picking them off so quickly, most of them didn't register the giant was so within their scope. You fell victim to it in a way, so fixated on his moments, watching the hulk of a man move through out of the crowd destroying everything in his wake, you hadn't noticed an enemy sneaking up behind you.

There was no warning for you, that's what made it so scary. The instant pain of a knife going into your side. You cry out in agony, your instincts hardly ever failing. Even within your shock knowing to hit the button on your radio and crying out for help.

"I'm down, hurry!!!!" You manage to cough out as you turn to see your intended killer. One man standing over you as others follow him. Usually no one finds you over the hills behind the old barriers. Especially with how little shots you ever fired off. They must have just been heading this way and noticed you, hardly anything gave away your position.

He looms over you before kneeling down. Your adrenaline wants to take over so badly but your flight is stronger. You know you can't fight off all these men, not at close range. If they were far away they wouldn't stand a chance against you and your sniper, but they were too close and your body was betraying you. Bleeding out and in too much pain to get up and run like the devil was chasing you. All you could do was manage to drag yourself back, but you hit yourself on the barrier. What once was your cement alley turned into your prison as the man got closer trailing the knife over your cheek.

"We're going to have fun with you" he laughs

"Red, where are you??" Zero cries over the radio

"Tell her you're fine" he says while the knife moves deeper into your cheek and a smile tugs on his lips.

You swallow hard, too scared to move. You can't even do what he's asking. Your arms won't let you. Why was your body betraying you?

"Did I stutter?" He asks while grabbing on your face and pushing the knife in closer to your skin. This time cutting through the flesh

"Move!!" You think but you can't. They always talk about fight or flight but no one talks about freezing. How your body knows that fighting would end in turmoil and that you couldn't out run all of them. It felt like a betrayal, the way your body wanted to protect you. Sometimes training kicked in, sometimes it didn't and sometimes, the gentle giant would appear without a sound, barreling his hands over the man's head to stick his fingers into his eye sockets.

The man screamed in torment while dropping the knife as you came down from the shock. There stood Konig. Pulling this scum of a man away from you by his eyes that had already collapsed, leaving their gooey remains on Konig's fingertips as he smashed his head into the barrier next to you.

Over.

And over.

Again.

"Don't"

He smashes his head into the cement

"Ever"

Again with more veracity

"Touch"

Again

"Her"

You swear you can see pieces of the man’s skull at this point. You've never seen anything so grizzly, at least not this close up before. The site of the inside of a man's brain is enough to make you lose your lunch, between this and the amount of blood you've lost, your vision is already dizzy. Starting to fade. You try to stay awake, fighting with the last morsel of energy you attempt to scrape up to stay active but you can't.

The last thing you see is Konig turning to the other men who had followed your would be killer. Their shock stopped them in their tracks just as Konig tore into each of them. None of them had time to grab a hold of their weapon before their hands or throats were slit and then met with a thorough head bashing. They weren't just killed, “execution” seemed too generous from what you saw of Konig. They were obliterated. Their cries of terror drowned you out as your vision finally faded and your hearing along with it.

Beep.

The heart monitor calls to you as you wake.

Beep.

The air is stuffy, all you smell is Ethylene oxide and hydrogen peroxide in the air before finally registering your new room. Your new hospital attire.

Flowers and a card sit across the table. There's a note from Price explaining what had happened to you. As if you didn't know, as if you didn't live it. As if the hole in your side with a giant bandage wouldn’t cue up the memories. It made sense they wouldn't necessarily be there when you woke up. You didn't even know how many days you had been out. The flowers had a card reading from Zero and the card signed by everyone of the team. Everyone except Konig. You wondered if he had complicated feelings about the whole situation or if he didn't think anything of it. Maybe he realized how traumatizing seeing that was for you and wanted to avoid really taking accountability for that. Or the opposite could be true, he could be wondering why he even needed to step in in the first place. Where was your training? Why would an armed soldier not take care of herself?

What did it matter to you? You couldn't even tell if he liked talking with you. What would it matter what his thoughts on your situation were. You were hospitalized, you needed to focus on getting better. To rest while you could but your mind was so fixated on him. The way he moved, the second he was there. His words rang in your ear.

Don't

Ever

Touch

Her.

You took a moment to exhale. Over and over again you heard it in your head, and your mind's eye started wondering just as your hands did. No one was coming to check on you. The team would be busy, no one knowing when you'd actually wake up. You had plenty of time to explore, to day dream. To day dream of what that intensity could bring to you.

Don't

You see his eyes staring down at you in your wondering imagination

Ever

His hands, you think about ripping apart that man's skull

Touch

All for you

Her

When did you start wanting Konig? When did your brain start fixating on him so much, when did your body start craving his touch and could only settle for your own while you imagined just what he could do to you.

He could kill you if he wanted.

He never would.

He was scared of you.

Your body was so warm and cheeks already flushed thinking of him before even beginning to touch yourself. You moved the blanket off your bed, it was too hot. No one was coming anyway, let them see. With what you had been through, “who could judge, who would dare ask” you thought as your fingers explored between your lips, spreading every bit of juice that drenched out of you to the top of your clit as you ran circles around it. Off in your own world.

The hospital smell didn't bother Konig too much. His cloth mask typically blocked out most of the smells. He wasn't sure how you'd react to seeing him, he didn't know you that well. Not that he didn't want to. You just intimidated him. He was already confused by social situations enough as it was. The dynamic that existed between all the men on the team was enough to navigate and although you probably would've been easier to communicate with, something always stopped him. Anytime your eyes met him, it scared him. He'd choke and realize he hadn't said anything for too long. Realize you'd probably have caught him staring and he was too quick to lose track of time when he'd look at you.

He would always try to run into you. Maybe that day he would have the courage to ask you to grab a drink, but it would never be the day. He'd start over thinking. He had never seen you drink, would you even want to do that? What if it was a sensitive topic for you? Hours wasted going in circles over such a simple thing, if that was enough to over think with, the last two days were overwhelming.

How could you possibly want him after what he did to those men, in front of you. Your head was so close to theirs. Did you imagine if he'd had missed and it happened to you? Your wide eyes from terror were burned into his head, he hoped the fear that radiated off of you was from the other men but…. It would be reasonable to be because of him. From all the gore he caused. He would just lose it sometimes, he didn't mean too but he did. It was always rewarded here but it couldn't have been the gentlemanly thing to do even within the circumstances. Was it? God what a long walk it had been to the hospital to visit you. He had to talk to you. If only it wasn't because of this. Asking you out for a drink felt so much more reasonable after all that.

He had already been told your room number, quietly standing outside your hospital bedroom door. About to knock though it was slightly open. His eyes turned to look inside.

He couldn't help but linger on you. How could anyone? Even after days of being asleep he thought you looked beautiful, your hair just messed up in the most charming way, your eyes closed and at peace. It took him a moment to realize your breathing and your hands. Your breathing was getting heavier and your fingers were circling more and more. His eyes widened. He shouldn't be looking, it was a complete invasion of privacy but it was his turn to freeze.

God all he wanted to do was barge in and "fight" with you until that bed legs had broken but he couldn't. The right thing to do was leave but flight wouldn't work. He couldn't move his legs. All he could do was stare. Watch. Frozen.

Your pace quickened. Over and over in your head hearing again and again.

Don't

Ever

Touch

Her

And you let out a breath, so off in your own world before whimpering out his name.

"Konig"

His eyes widened as he fell forward through the door. If there was anything that was gonna make him move it would be hearing his name fall out of your lips while you touch yourself. The high is short lived though from the embarrassment he feels. Even through the small eye holes in his mask, you know he's flushed as he falls into your room and alarms you.

You stop.

You both stop.

There's a pause in the air.

A stillness.

You're caught.

He's seen you. He's seen you laying on bed spreading yourself and thinking of him inside you. He's heard you call out of his name while you play with your cunt.

And he's caught.

You've seen him watch you. How long was he at the door, staring in awe at you without your knowledge. You could call him a pervert or a voyeur all you wanted. it would be in your right too but why bother?

Why would either of you deny when you're both so clearly on the same page?

"I'm so-" he starts

"Konig" you cut off

Everytime he hears his name uttered from your mouth he's frozen.

Beat.

You haven't moved your hand.

He looks you up and down

"Do you want me?" You ask with big doe eyes and your lips slightly hung open, as if they’re just a little too heavy to close

"I– I, uh" he starts, not knowing where to go

You move your hand. The embarrassment washes over your face. He was just surprised, probably laughing at you under his breath. You cover up.

"Nevermind, that was stupid of me" you say looking down

"No, no it wasn't! I just-" he stutters

You look at him, with a confused intention on your face

"You scare me" he finally coughs out

Beat.

"What?" You're even more confused

"You're, really intimidating" he utters

"Konig, you destroyed every man like they were made of paper." You state, "how am I the intimidating one?"

"I'm sorry for that" he says without looking at you

"Why?" You ask

Now it's his turn to be confused.

"I just, lost control, thinking of you, hurt" he says scratching at his head through his cloth mask.

"You saved me" you say again, stating facts.

"Did I, scare you?" He ask, unable to look at you

"No, should I be scared?" You ask

"No" he says, finally looking you dead in the eyes "I don't, ever want to hurt you"

The eye contact sits in the air for a minute.

You move your hands slowly back down, your knees curl up as the blankets fall off your legs

"You can try," you say, looking down and back up at him. He's so shy, and scared. You have to make it clear to him. Almost hit him on the head with a shovel to make him realize how much consent he has. How much you want him. How much you want your guard dog.

His chest is breathing heavily.

He takes one slow step forward as his arm shuts the door. With a flick of his wrist it's slammed. There's another moment of silence before he exhales and takes another slow step towards you.

He's trying to keep himself contained.

His eyelids shut and you swear someone new is behind them. The half stare cuts into you, making your heart race.

"You aren't scared of me?" He asks, sternly.

"No." You say, shaking not from fear but pure excitement…. Well, maybe a little fear.

"You should be mein liebling" falls out of his mouth as he undoes his belt. It's painful, could he go any slower? You think to yourself but it does feel more threatening. more intense as he tossed it aside and grabbed your ankles to pull you over the side of the hospital bed. You sit up, holding your back up with your arms as your legs open with him standing between them.

“What does mein liebling mean?” You say staring at his lips

His hand reaches up slowly to hold onto the side of your face while his thumb rests on your bottom lip, taking a second to strum it.

“My darling” He answers

Your mouth basically hangs open at this point. If you hadn’t soaked through your panties before, you had now. The precious moments before he would lose it on you, it made your body tingle. Like every section was lit up with goosebumps.

“Can I move your mask?” You ask softly

“You can do whatever you please” he says slowly, his eyes unable to look away from your lips.

It takes you a moment to sit up. Leaning in closer, hooking your thumbs under the bottom of the cloth mask that drapes over his face. You look him in the eyes before slowly moving it up over his nose. His jawline exposed. The most you’ve ever seen of him in the months you’ve worked together.

He licks his lips.

You go to lean in but seconds before your lips can meet his, he interrupts

“Just so you’re aware, once I start, I won’t stop with you” he says in a low breath

“Is that a threat?” You tease

“Yes” he states.

“You wouldn’t hurt your liebling?”

“Never” he breathes as he leans in. He won’t kiss you, you’ll have to meet him here. Always“This flimsy bed doesn’t stand much of a chance, no?”

You can’t wait any longer as you throw your head into a kiss, your lips press as hard as they can against his and both his hands grab the side of your head pushing your kiss even closer. His body pushed right up against the hospital bed, he moves his hands from the side of your head to palm both your ass cheeks and drag you closer to him.

He needs you, pressed up against him. His hands run around your back to the ties on the hospital gown but they’re done in such a way that untying will take off your nails and he didn’t have the patience for that.

His mouth moved along the side of your neck, kissing and grazing the skin while your lashes fluttered and looked down. His hands went for his knife. Your eyes shake, you know he wouldn’t hurt you but you also can’t help but think how deadly he is with that thing,

“Konig….” you say nervously

But just as quickly as it takes you to register what’s happening, the strings on your hospital gown are cut. He moves aside to rip the clothing off you before going back to kiss your neck and hum into your ear “No need to be scared mein liebling, remember?”

“Right” you say, easing your own anxiety. You’d like to think your heart stops racing after this but it only gets faster. Tighter in your chest as he kisses down your body. Holding on your breasts and kissing around your nipples, grabbing as tightly as possible onto your waist before making his way to your panties, cutting them in a swipe as well. You can’t stop starring as he spreads your legs apart and kisses between your thighs, closer and closer to your slit. Being sure to kiss between the knook on your thigh and pelvis. He slows down even more as he kisses over your pubis and down over your clit, not touching it just yet but squeezing tightly on your thighs as his arms wrap around them. Lightly breathing warm air your opening, watching you pulse and looking up at the sweat falling from your forehead and cum drunk expression hanging off your face before even considering diving in.

“What do you want, Darling?” he coos with another breath hitting goosebump

“I want you to taste me” you say as fast as you can, you can’t stand him dragging this out of you.

He licks up the side of your thigh, over the knook connecting your pelvis, just beside your lips as his tongue curls in between your slits and runs along your clit. Just the tip grazes it over and over again, his tongue feels hard with how much pressure he’s put forward. Trying to contain himself but not being able to help himself much longer.

His arms grip onto your thighs, just within his finger tips you can feel his strength. You know you’ll be smiling at the 5 bruises of each finger tip on your thighs tomorrow as he pulls you in closer and buries his tongue inside. Feeling the inside of your walls and lapping up as much as he can, wanting to taste everything. The lining of his upper teeth pushing against your clit and rubbing it up and down with each thrust of his head. Never letting the ends of them hit your most precious nerve.

His hands move over to your waist, pulling you in even closer and his tongue even deeper. His hands had felt the bandage on your side and adjusted. He wasn’t kidding, he wouldn’t hurt you. The bed shakes a little from his adjustment, not even an ounce of his weight is on the bed and yet the wheels screech below you as he moves you around.

You’re flushed, forehead and cheeks bright red and covered in sweat already looking down at him. Taking care of you. His eyelids open and slowly his gaze locks with yours as he laps you up slowly.

“Konig, please, I can’t hold out like this” you manage to get out

“Does it hurt you?” He asks, “To be this stimulated?”

“In a way” you cough out, “I love it, I want more. I want all of you. I want what you were threatening me with”

He pauses. Looking at you, not breaking your gaze. The cloth falls back over his face and he pushes it into his mouth to lap up your juices as he whips it across his mouth.

Never break from your gaze.

He stands up.

Slowly.

Looking down at you.

He holds your face with both hands, making you look at him. As if your eyes ever moved.

“You needed to be prepared first” he says as he undoes the button of his pants. You can see the bulge pressing forward already as they slide off. His boxers barely being able to hold him anymore as they finally come off and you see what was the most intimidating thing about him to date. Konig was a large man, to say the least and his proportions were, well, they made sense. You understood why you need to be prepped. You had never taken a cock this big, this long, with this much girth.

He grabbed your waist and rolled the bed forward along with you, careful to avoid the wound. His cock between the folds of your slits gets wetter and wetter with each pull of the bed. His face practically next to yours, looking down at you.

“Still not scared?” He asks

“Now I might be” you admit, feeling how long he is as he glides you back and forth along it. Not quite entering yet

“I would never hurt you” he explains, calmly

“I think you might” you breath, looking down at him, still grazing you. Still lining himself with you.

“We go at your pace, yeah?” he says, lining up the tip of his cock to the entrance of your slit. “Whatever you please”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself in, just the head moving yourself with the hospital bed. He stops the bed with his hands to make sure he doesn’t press in any farther.

“I want more” you cough out in a sweat

He holds your eyes and pulls the bed a little closer. You cry out.

“Fuck”

“More?” he asks

You catch your breath, “yes”

“As you wish” he coos as he pulls the bed again, along with your body more deeply. You cry out again.

“Shit that’s deep” you whine

He snickers.

“What?” you ask

“I still have more to give…”

“Hurt me” you say

He moves his nose to joust with yours.

“Oh mein pet, I don’t wa–”

“My pace, remember?”

There’s a pause. He looks you up and down.

“Once I start, I won’t stop. Remember?” he says sternly

“Bracing myself” you say, grabbing onto his neck and bringing your body close.

He wraps an arm around your body while the other absorbs the weight on the bed as he pulls you in as deep as he can go. Your mouth falls open but no words come out, it takes a minute for your cries to exit your body and then it takes a moment to bite down on his shoulder. He loves it, his body goes limp for half a second enjoying finally being fully inside you and the pressure your bite brings stiffens him back again.

“Oh mein liebling, you’re so delicate” he whispers in your ear before pulling you off him and slowly, slowly bringing you back in again. “I did not prepare you enough, I can feel you stretch around me”

He wasn’t kidding and it takes a few thrusts to finally adapt to him. He takes his time, slowly moving you back and forth, up and down on top of him. Your body holding onto him, nails digging into his back with each thrust until you can feel yourself relaxing. Enjoying every motion of his body. Each time he rocks you back and forth on his fat cock.

“Don’t stop” you breath out

“I haven’t started” he says

You don’t have the energy to muster saying anything else, only showing him with your body as you brace yourself again against him. He can feel the edges of your teeth lining up with his trap muscle and he knows you’re craving more.

“Hurt me” You cough out

He smiles under his mask for a brief moment before laying into you. Grabbing a hold of your waist with his arm as tightly as he can, leaning his weight into the bed with his other. He pulls you in as hard as he can and as fast as he can. You feel like a toy being thrown around, as if you weigh nothing with how fast he can throw your body onto his. Pushing deeper and deeper. He grunted with each thrust,

“Fuck, you’re so much tighter than I imagined” he whimpers as he thrusts into you, the wheels of the bed screeching beneath you. The ferocity shakes them, damaging them. The bottom layer or the wheels has surely been ripped off with how hard he was fucking you on that fragile hospital bed.

“Is that why you could never look at me?” You exude through breaths as he pulls back before driving his cock back into you. “You’re busy thinking of what I’d feel like?”

“And what your pretty eyes would look like whist you cum” He sings, “among other things”

“Tell me”

“Now all my mind will be able to think about is you touching yourself while thinking of me”

“I hope that’s burned into your brain the way your words are etched into mine” You whimper

“Which ones?” He asks “Mein Liebling?"

“That’s a new personal favourite for sure,” You catch your breath in between each time he plows into you. You need a minute again though, to bite into his trap muscle.

He exclaims, your bites kill him.

“What you said, on the mission” you manage to get out. “While you obliterated those men”

He pulls you in again and again.

“I don’t remember what I said, I’m sorry my darling” he grunts. “I was in a bit of a rage”

He pushes through, leaning even more into the bed frame.

“You said” you’re cut off by each thrust

“Don’t”

Thrust

“Ever”

Again

“Touch”

Again

“Her”

The bed breaks underneath you both. The legs not being able to sustain his weight, especially with how much he’s leaned into it. Just as you recognize the bed has broken out from under you, he catches you with his arm. You only feel the gravity affect you for a second before he’s got you and you wrap your legs around his waist as he pins you to the wall.

“No one does get to touch you” he says as he pins you there,

“No one huh?” You tease

He plows into you

“You get to touch me, I always want you touch me” You whimper into his ear

His pace doesn’t change, he keeps the same. Keep it consistent as you edge closer and closer though he might not be able to hold out much longer. All the nights he stayed up thinking about you, finally being able to bury himself inside you. Having you practically begging him for it, wanting him. Konig only ever felt wanted from the violence he could implore. Never for this. It was destroying him. You scared him.

“Tell me” he says under his breath

“Tell you what? That I crave your touch?” you exhale

“Tell me you want me” he thrusts again and again,

You catch your breath before meeting his request.

“I want you Konig” you cry “I’ve wanted you since we met.. I think about you every night, everytime I touch myself my mind wanders back to you.”

“Fuck, I’m so close” he grunts.

You were too and with his fingers tightening into your skin with each line you said, you wouldn’t be far behind him. Your body had been lit up and overstimulated for so long, you were surprised you had made it this far at all.

“I want you Konig” You scream “I want you, I want you so badly. I want you…”

“Every”

He pushes

“Single”

Thrusts again

“Night”

Again

“No one”

He pulls your whole body in

“Can touch me”

Again

“But you”

It’s enough to send you both over the edge, your stomach lights up from the orgasm finally not being able to be held back. No amount of bracing could stop you from finishing all over his cock and he had to let go and fill you with every ounce of cum he had. His legs were weak, not even necessarily the work out but hearing you call to him like that. Would make any man weak in the knees as he kept you pushed up against the wall.

Your body took so long to stop twitching, you could feel each vein going off and pulsing on his cock, hitting your walls as he took a moment. Allowing every drop to meet your walls before finally being able to look at you. He held you in place while slowly, very very slowly pulling out but the shaft of his cock ran along your clit and sent jolts through your body which he held you for. You had never been so stimulated, it would take so long to calm down.

He didn’t drop you, which surprised you. Kept you there while you finished shaking before wrapping you up and laying you both on the broken bed on the floor. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Catching your breath was so difficult.

“You’re very beautiful. I would uh, day dream. About your smile, just as much as uh–” he stuttered “this.”

You roll over on top of him. Still breathing heavily.

“I meant what I said for the record” you coo at him, “I want you”

“I meant what I said too” he couches

“Which part?” you ask calmly, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk this much”

He chuckles “That you scare me”

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 11 months

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Can I request a teacher x student with Marilyn and reader? Yoko is teasing reader in the middle of their botany class about having a secret relationship with Marilyn because of the closeness between the two. Marilyn overhears and asks reader to stay behind class to “discuss” about her assignment matters. Reader and Marilyn’s “fwb relationship” doesn’t happen on the daily, so when they sleep with each other, it’s one of the best nights reader has ever had because of how skilled Marilyn is.

Idk why, but I imagine Marilyn being one who whimpers and let’s out high pitched moans whenever she rides readers lap, so can we have switch!Marilyn straddling readers lap and she rides herself down until an orga*m as reader has her hand wrapped around Marilyn’s throat because it’s something she likes a lot. Second, can Marilyn switch up on reader and have us pressed chest down against her desk and holds us down at the back of our neck as she starts doing yk-

And in the end, can it be shown reader sneaking out of Marilyn’s lounge but Enid catches her and questions why there’s a wet spot on one side of readers clothed thigh? Reader is stunned on what to say because she knows that the wet area is from Marilyn’s previous orga*m so she gives a dumb excuse. Yoko is in the scene too with her brows raised only to have her eyes widen when Marilyn walks out with her chest heaving and a light layer of sweat on her forehead. Yoko doesn’t say anything when Marilyn walks away but gives reader this “you dirty little bit-“ type of look.

I know this is a lot so you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to. It’s just been on my mind for awhile. But I really appreciate your work. I haven’t seen many people writing about Marilyn, and looking through your account brings me life because this women is so fine oml

Yesss, here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes

I'm not gonna tell you anything

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem Student! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Word count: 2,588

Summary: You were hiding something, and you’re not in the mood to tell it to anyone

N/A: Requests are open!! I’m sorry if there is any delay, I’m trying to write them after work. I love you all!!!

“Eh, (Y/N),” your friend Yoko whispered, giving you a nudge. You looked at her annoyed. Of all the classes you had, botany was the only one in which you allowed no interruptions.

“What do you want?” You asked, in the most discreet way you could.

“You've been very quiet lately...” The vampire said, pretending to pay attention to the class.

“Seriously, Yoko? Is that why you’re bothering me?” You asked, noticing how clearly the girl was making fun of you, although you really didn't know why.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so interested in this class.” Her mocking tone persisted, leaving you with an unbearable curiosity.

“Well, what do you mean?” You asked, making sure that Marilyn, your teacher, wasn't looking.

“I do not know, you tell me.”

“Yoko…” You growled, starting to get nervous.

"You know that there are no secrets at Nevermore, right?” She asked you, looking towards the desk when the redhead turned around.

“Yeah, you're all a bunch of gossips,” you said, deliberately kicking the vampire's leg. Yoko winced, but she didn't remove her mocking smile from her face.

“Oh, yes,” Yoko said, slightly lowering her glasses. “Tell me the truth, what are you up to with Thornhill?”

The question surprised you so much that you raised your knee involuntarily, causing a loud blow that the teacher didn't miss.

“(Y/N)…” She told you, looking at you with an authoritative face. Your cheeks were red and your nerves made your heart beat faster than ever.

“So, sorry…” you mumbled, noticing with embarrassment that the class had gone silent because of you. Marilyn sighed and continued the class. Yoko could barely hold back her laughter. “ You moron…”

“It is rumored that you were seen together the other day near the jetty,” the vampire whispered, not even stopping her uncomfortable questions.

“Yes, we were taking a walk,” you said angrily, trying to get the color on your cheeks back to normal.

“A walk, of course,” your partner said, in an almost imperceptible tone. So much insinuation was taking you to the limit of your patience.

“Look Yoko, leave me alone,” you said, without finding a better answer. “Mind your own business, will you?”

“(Y/N)…” Marilyn sighed, stopping the class again. You clenched your fists under the table as you watched Yoko cover up her obvious amusement. “Maybe you want to share something with us.”

You shook your head, feeling humiliated for the second time that day.

“I swear I plan to plant garlic on the balcony,” you said in a threatening way. Yoko stuck her tongue out at you mockingly, but at least she stopped bothering you.

“That's all for today guys, remember to bring your gloves tomorrow, we’re going to plant!” Marilyn said excitedly, clasping her hands.

You immediately grabbed your bag and made the intention of getting up, but escaping wasn't going to be that easy.

“Wait, (Y/N) stay a moment, I wanted to tell you something about the work of wild flowers that you gave me yesterday,” she told you without even looking at you. You stood still while your companions were leaving the greenhouse. Yoko turned as she walked, winking at you. You looked away and crossed your arms, indignant.

When the last student left the building, Marilyn went to the door and closed it, hoping that everyone was far enough away. Once she stayed calm, she approached you and grabbed you by the waist.

“What were you up to with your vampire friend?” She whispered to you, amused, brushing a lock of hair away from your ear.

“Nothing, today she was especially annoying…” You sighed, noticing how the blush returned to your cheeks. Marilyn laughed and kissed you softly.

Yoko was right. For a couple of months, you had an affair with your teacher, but you really believed that it was impossible for anyone to find out. During the day, things were normal, nothing out of place, just a couple of smiles when you passed each other...

The nights were different. They were full of kisses, caresses and furtive passion in her bedroom. You did not remember a similar experience. She was the best lover you could have. But, although you weren't entirely convinced of it, Marilyn decided that the best way you could describe your relationship was “friends with benefits.” You didn't agree, but you had so little time to see each other that you didn't want to waste it arguing.

“It has been very difficult for me to follow the class with you two whispering,” she told you amused, giving you small kisses while she spoke.

“Sorry…” You sighed, pouting. She broke away from you and leaned against her desk, not taking her eyes off you for a single moment.

“It's okay, (Y/N), but next time I can't be so condescending with you, or they'll start to suspect,” she said with her typical innocent smile.

“Relax, they already do it…” You murmured.

“What?” She asked, tilting her head. Your tone of voice had been low enough for her not to hear.

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” you said making a gesture with your hand to play it down. “Can I go now?”

“Are you in a hurry?” She asked surprised. You were a bit confused. The sun was shining outside the greenhouse. It was not a normal hour.

“No, but…” You said, frowning.

“If you feel uncomfortable, you can leave, you know we're just friends, (Y/N), you don't owe me anything.”

You couldn't help but close your eyes when you heard that phrase that you hated so much.

“We're just friends,” you repeated with a ridiculous voice tone, exaggerating her words.

“Are you making fun of me?” The redhead said, pointing to herself.

“Yes,” you said, satisfied. “Come on, why can't we be girlfriends?”

The time of day, and Marilyn's apparently cheerful attitude made you think that perhaps this would be a good time to talk about it. The redhead sighed and she gave you a sad look.

“We've already talked about it, (Y/N),” she told you in a painfully serious way.

-No, you’ve talked about it,” you said accusingly. “Do you think I'm not old enough to deserve more than being in your bed?”

“You are making conjectures, (Y/N),” she told you calmly, as if your accusations did not affect her. “I don't want to destroy your life. At any moment a girl your age will arrive and you will ignore me. It's normal, I understand. It's how it has to be.”

You huffed and shook your head, sick of meaning nothing to her more than a few moments of mindless sex now and then. You felt cheated, and it was not the only thing you felt.

“Okay, okay, I get it. I'm leaving,” you said, taking your bag and heading to the door.

“Honey…” Marilyn called you, trying to stop you.

“No, no "honey". Call me (Y/N), since we are just friends. I'll see you later if you feel like it Maril… Miss Thornhill,” you said, reaching for the doorknob with your hand. The redhead moved up to reach your wrist, grabbing it gently.

“Wait, please,” she said softly. “You have to understand, (Y/N). I do not want to delude myself and fall in love with you even more so that later you realize that I do not suit you.”

You jerked your head around and looked at her in surprise, removing your hand from the knob.

“What did you say?” You asked, taking a timid step forward.

“So that later you realize that I don't suit you,” she repeated, taking a step towards you.

“No, no, no, no,” you said, shaking your head. “I mean what you said before that.”

She was thoughtful, but a smile on her face told you that she knew what you meant.

“To fall in love with you even more…” She sighed.

You didn't hesitate, you threw yourself into kissing her passionately, as if those words had awakened something in you.

“Where's the problem then?” You asked, cupping her face with your hands.

“Okay…(Y/N). You win, we'll be girlfriends,” she told you, giving up. You jumped for joy. “But if you break my heart...”

You didn't let her speak. Your lips were faster colliding with hers. At first your effusive reaction surprised the redhead, who hardly moved, but apparently she soon got used to it, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Well, well, calm down, honey,” she told you, pulling you away a bit. “Control your…”

There was no way you were going to let her talk and you felt her smile against your lips. Little by little the kisses became wilder, and not only at your initiative.

“We shouldn't…Here,” the redhead said as your kisses allowed her.

“Come on, just a little… No one will pass here for at least an hour…” You said, slipping her jacket around her shoulders.

“we have plenty of time then,” she said, giving that look that you knew, and that made you bite your lip involuntarily.

Gasps and grunts filled the room in no time. Your hands roamed wildly over your bodies and neither of you had the slightest intention of stopping.

“Sit down,” she ordered leeringly, pointing to her desk. You raised your eyebrows, but you obeyed, climbing onto the wooden table. She laughed and ran her hands under her skirt, pulling her panties to the floor until she was hooked on her ankle.

It was evident that although it did not appear so, she was in a certain hurry. You didn't care, she was the most skilled woman you'd ever been lucky enough to meet and you didn't care if it was something fast and disorderly or something slow and affectionate. You knew you would enjoy the same way. With a look similar to a predator, Marilyn climbed on top of you, kissing all the places that she found in her path.

“Stay still, honey. Mommy will take care of this by herself,” she whispered in your ear. She only used that nickname when she was really horny, and this seemed like one of those situations. You didn't know if it was because of the risk she had to do it there in broad daylight, or because she started a relationship with you. Either of the two answers was valid for you.

She placed herself in your lap and began to move slowly, rubbing against your leg while shy moans came out of her mouth.

The sensation of her rubbing against your body was painfully exciting, and even more so when you felt that moisture on your leg. You moaned at the situation and began to caress Marilyn, following her own movements.

Soon those shy moans became sharper, until they reached the volume they usually had. You knew that she was sensitive, and that it wasn't very difficult to push her to the limit, even with that simple brush against your leg.

Her rhythm grew rapidly, while you watched how she enjoyed her own actions with the indispensable help of your body. You could be like this forever. When her moans grew even louder, you decided to be the one to directly drive her crazy with pleasure and did something that you knew could push her over the edge. Decidedly, you brought your hand to her throat and squeezed gently, not impeding her breathing. Your action took effect and after a few seconds you noticed how her whole body stiffened and her moans became dangerously scandalous.

Relaxing a bit, you removed your hand from her throat and gently caressed her cheek.

“Wow Mari, you are indeed sensitive…” You whispered suggestively. She smiled and got up, standing on the floor and offering you her hand. You gave it to her and the redhead pulled you down to the ground.

“Are you going to leave me like this?” You protested, putting on the face of a good girl. She smiled and shook her head.

Before you knew it, Marilyn spun you around and shoved you against her desk. All glass objects were shaking. You wondered if they were trembling like that a few moments ago. Both your face and your chest hit the wood, while you noticed an intrusion under the skirt of your uniform.

You went to raise your head to say something witty or ironic, but a strong grip on your neck prevented you.

“Stay still,” she hissed, pushing aside your underwear, as if time was running out and this was the last chance to enjoy.

It didn't take you long to reach your own limit, and even more so if you had Marilyn's hand holding you tightly around the neck.

“Oh, fuck…” You said, when she finally let go of you and you could move again. An unexpected slap crossed your face.

“Don't say those words, (Y/N). They spoil your good girl face,” she told you, grabbing your chin. You stuck out your tongue mockingly and put on your clothes.

When you were already with the clothes in place, you took a look around. Desire clouded your consciousness so much that anyone could have been looking through the glasses. Marilyn came up behind and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

“You go out first. Then I'll do it.”

You frowned before realizing that your relationship was actually off-limits, and that it probably had to be that way. At least for a while.

You poked your head around the conservatory door looking for possible gossips, and when you couldn't find them, you sighed with relief and left the building.

“Hello, (Y/N),” a voice behind you said.

“Yiaaah!!” You yelled, at the same time that you jumped, scared.

You turned to see Yoko and Enid, looking at you with a sinister smile.

“Enid… You scared me,” you said with your hand on your chest.

“Where do you come from?” The blonde asked, without changing that inquisitive look, but happy.

“I…I…” You stuttered.

The werewolf frowned and looked you up and down.

“Has a tornado passed over you? What a messy hair,” she told you, getting a little closer. “What happened to your leg?”

You looked down and rubbed your thigh quickly before they could take a closer look.

“Nothing, I was… Watering the plants,” you said, wiping yourself on your skirt.

“The plants…” Yoko said now. Your two companions approached you, intimidating you a bit. “And I guess you weren't alone...”

You were about to tell a lie, when the familiar creak of the conservatory door interrupted your sudden harassment. Marilyn came out, and her condition probably wasn't much better than yours. She was breathing rapidly and a fine sheen of sweat covered her forehead. If they needed even more proof of what you'd done, there it was.

The redhead smiled as if she hadn't just fucked her student just a few moments ago.

“Hello, girls…” She said with her usual innocent tone.

“Hello, Ms. Thornhill,” Your friends repeated, pretending not to be questioning you.

Marilyn passed between you and you closed your eyes, knowing what it was waiting for you.

“Come on, let go now and put an end to my suffering, “ you said, clenching your fists. An elbow made you wake up.

Yoko looked at you and smiled evilly, just like Enid.

“I think you have something to tell us... The teacher's little girl…” Said the vampire, dragging her words.

“Shut up...” You sighed, knowing that she wouldn't let you sleep without giving her even the smallest detail, unless you didn't sleep in your room that night.

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #laurel gates #ms thornhill #oneshot #smut

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writingjjfics · 2 years

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Hey babes so I was looking at your summer prompts and I think 1, 2, & 4 have some serious "he's my best friend but I needed him to pretend to be my boyfriend to get me out of a tough situation and then oops we got a little carried away and admitted feelings" vibes. Don't you think?? Feel free to ignore this but thank you in advance if you do choose to write it ❤️

I loved this idea! Thank you for requesting <3

The favor

Warnings: some curse words but not much

Word count: 2.3k

You are always a little more introverted than your friends. While they are outgoing, love to party, interact with every Touron they see, and drink alcohol until they are absolutely wasted, you are different. You like adventure and hanging out with your friends, but you're just a little more awkward when it comes to social interactions.

That's also why you've never had a boyfriend. You have never hooked up with someone or gone on a date with anyone. You just don't know how to act flirty around boys. It's something you are always insecure about. Only your close friends know about your non-existent dating history. They don't judge you and that's why you love them so much.

But that's exactly how you ended up in this situation.

"Hey Jay", you sighed as you plopped down on the couch at the chateau. JJ was the only one around. John B was with Sarah and Pope and Kie were probably working.

"Hey y/n, long day?" JJ replied laughing when he noticed your current state.

You just finished a 9-hour shift, and although that made you very tired, work wasn't the reason why you were in such a shitty mood. Earlier in the day, while you were taking a break, you were talking with two girls from work. They went on and on about this party they'd gone to last Saturday and the guys they'd hooked up with. You felt a bit like a third wheel in the conversation. The girls noticed and asked you all kinds of things about guys and your dating history to include you in the conversation. You felt uncomfortable and before you knew it you were telling them that you have a boyfriend. In the end, the girls had become curious about who your boyfriend was and you promised them that you would ask him to pick you up from work next time so they could meet him. So on your way home, you thought endlessly about what to do next.

You looked at JJ sitting next to you and before you could think about it, you blurted it out. "Can you do me a favor?"

It made sense to choose JJ. He was the only one you were most comfortable with asking this of him. You became best friends with JJ when you were little. He wanted to play with stones and branches, but nobody wanted to join him. You were the only one who gave in and you had the best time with him that day. From the start, you knew he was completely different from you, but that's what you both love about each other. JJ has helped you open up more, and you help JJ find some peace every now and then. You really bring out the best in each other. And besides, you may or may not already have a crush on him. Over the past years, you started to catch feelings for JJ. Cliché, you know. But JJ was just super hot, and sweet and the only guy that gave you the attention that you wanted. You couldn't help but be attracted to him.

"Depends what it is?", he answered casually.

"I need you to pick me up from work tomorrow"

"Yeah sure. Of course.", he smiled sweetly at you, which only made you more nervous.

"As my boyfriend", you muttered softly, hoping he didn't hear you so you could still forget about this stupid idea.

"Wait, what?"

"I need you to come pick me up tomorrow and act like you are my boyfriend"

"Yeah, no. I heard you the first time. I just want to know why?", he looked at you confused and all you wanted to do was tell him you were joking. Your cheeks were probably as red as a tomato.

"I may or may not have told some girls from work that I have a boyfriend and they want to meet him and since you are the only boy that I'm this close with you are my only option"

"Ouch, bit painful that I'm forced to be your only option. Would be nice to hear I was your choice because you really want me to", he acted offended but gave you a teasing smirk.

"Jay, C'mon! I'm serious. Can you please help me"

JJ thought about it for a moment, but his grin only got wider.

"I would love to be your fake boyfriend", he looked at you teasingly and winked at you. "Babe"

You rolled your eyes at him and groaned in annoyance but you couldn't help the effect it had on you.

The rest of the night the two of you came up with a plan to make it as convincing as possible.

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Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. The time went by very slowly this day.

You were at work and JJ was going to pick you up today. It was 2 pm at this point and you were done at 5, so 3 hours to go. You were very nervous, to say the least. You and JJ agreed that he would walk in so he could meet the other girls and then you would quickly leave again.

3 hours, lots of rude customers and clumsy actions because of your nervousness later, you were cleaning when you hear the door open. You looked up and saw JJ. You made eye contact with him and gave him a nervous smile.

"I'm almost done, just need to clean the counter"

"It's okay. Take your time", JJ reassured you and sat down on one of the bar stools.

Right on time, Grace and Lana, your work friends, walked through the door coming from the kitchen. They glanced at JJ and walked towards you.

"Oh my god, is that him? He is so cute", Lana whispered to you.

You chuckled nervously. "Yes, that's my boyfriend"

Lana and Grace turned to JJ and held out their hands to introduce themselves. They made some small talk until you were done cleaning. You grabbed your things from behind the counter and were ready to leave, but JJ was still talking to the two girls.

"We are having a party at Lana's house tonight. The both of you should come", Grace suggested.

You went to shake your head and started to think of some lame apology for why you couldn't go, but JJ was already ahead of you. "Yeah sure, we would love to come! Text y/n the details", he spoke and quickly dragged you out of the door so you couldn't argue. "See you tonight!"

You forced a smile at your coworkers and followed JJ outside. As soon as you were out of view, you turned around and angrily glared at JJ.

"What the fuck are you doing? I thought we agreed to get this fake boyfriend and girlfriend shit over as quickly as possible"

"Yeah, but what's the fun in that. C'mon y/n. You trust me right? One night can't hurt us."

In fact, JJ didn't want this fake relationship to end. He had feelings for you. A lot. But he knew he wasn't your type and didn't want to ruin your relationship, so he never made a move. So when you suggested this fake relationship he was over the moon. If he couldn't have you for real, he'd settle for a fake one.

"And besides. You own me one. I want to go to this party with you. Please?"

"Fine", you could never say no to JJ.

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It was later in the evening, around eleven o'clock. The party was already in full swing and you just arrived with JJ, walking hand in hand, fully embracing the fake relationship.

"I'm going to get us some drinks, wait here", JJ said and walked away.

You stood awkwardly waiting for JJ to get back. These kinds of parties really weren't your thing. Especially if you didn't have Kie or Sarah around to dance with. You took your phone out of your pocket and scrolled through Instagram hoping JJ would return soon with the drinks.

Ten minutes later JJ still wasn't back and you started to worry. You decided to go search for him. While walking in the direction where JJ was going earlier, you bumped into another guy. He was cute. Not like you were interested since you like JJ, but he certainly wasn't bad looking. You got a little distracted by his looks because you didn't even notice that he spilled his drink on you until he said something.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry",

"It's okay, don't worry", you chuckled nervously.

"No, no! Let me make it up to you. I'm Lana's brother so I could just get you one of her shirts"

"Ah, so you're Pete?", you picked up his name in the many conversations you had with Lana at work.

"Yep, the one and only." He chuckled. "You want me to get you a new shirt?"

"No thank you, really it's fine. I was actually searching for someone and -"

"Everything okay here?", JJ interrupted your conversation with Pete. He glanced a bit angry at the boy.

"Yeah, Pete accidentally spilled his drink on me, but it's fine"

"Hm Pete? So you know him?"

"No haha, we just met but I'm Lana's brother", Pete laughed but JJ didn't think it was funny. He didn't even know why but he got jealous when he saw the two of you talking.

"Okay, well, watch where you walk next time", JJ said annoyed towards Pete, and dragged you along with him to search for a bathroom to clean you up.

You muttered a quick apology to Pete and followed JJ.

"Did you have to act so mean to him? I wasn't looking out either", you said as soon as you both entered the bathroom and JJ closed the door.

"He did it to flirt with you y/n, don't be stupid."

"I'm not stupid. He was really sweet and I was actually having a nice conversation with him until you interrupted us."

"Whatever"

"No, not whatever. Why do you care if he was flirting with me anyway? It's not like we are a real couple?", you started to get annoyed with JJ too.

"Yeah, but we have to look like a couple. You can't just flirt with another guy here, especially not Lana's brother"

"I wasn't flirting. We were having a normal conversation, people can talk with other people while they are in a relationship you know."

JJ scoffed. He didn't know how to reply to that.

"Are you jealous or something?

"No, of course not!", JJ tried to defend himself quickly, but it came out more as a question.

You know JJ well enough to know when he's lying.

"Oh my god, are you seriously jealous right now?"

"Okay, maybe a little, but I was just really excited to spend this party with you", JJ explained hoping to get this conversation over as quickly as possible. You didn't need to know that he was jealous because he likes you.

"I was going to and besides you were the one that took so long to get the drinks.", you said as you looked around the bathroom noticing the lack of drinks. "Which you, by the way, don't even have with you?"

"Uh yeah, I got distracted talking to Lana and Grace and then I saw you with Pete, sorry"

Now you were the one that felt slightly jealous. He had every right to talk to them, but knowing JJ's natural flirting skills didn't make it any easier for you.

"Oh, okay," you replied a little more sadly than you intended.

"What, you also jealous or something?", JJ laughed but stopped when he noticed you were serious.

"Wait, you are?"

"Fuck yes, of course I'm jealous. Lana and Grace are both so pretty and hook up with literally everyone plus you are a natural flirt so yes, I'm jealous!", you didn't even realize you were talking so much. When you saw JJ with a confused face, you realized that maybe you said too much.

"But we're not a couple? You said that yourself a few minutes ago"

"Fuck," you mutter under your breath.

"Y/n? Why did you choose me as your fake boyfriend?"

"The reason I chose you was, yes also because I felt you were my only option, but also because I really wanted it to be you. I have liked you for a while now, but I didn't think you could ever see me in that way," you nervously rambled.

JJ didn't respond. He wasn't quite sure how to react. His best friend just told him she liked him too. Something that only happened in his dreams.

"Forget about it.. I shouldn't have said it", you told him quickly noticing his lack of response. "I get it if you just want to be friends. I can tell Lana and Grace that we broke up next week or something and forget about this"

"I don't want to forget about this. Or break up for that matter. I like you too y/n", JJ chuckled. "A lot"

Your face lit up when he said that. For the last half hour, you were hoping he was acting jealous because he likes you too and now he finally confirmed it.

"So that's why we were both acting jealous", you laughed.

"Jup", JJ popped the 'p', smiling brightly.

There was silence for a few seconds, you both looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"So uhm, you want to go home?", JJ asked knowing how uncomfortable you were earlier. Besides, there was no point in staying now if he could act like your boyfriend at home too.

"Finally! I thought you would never ask", you giggled. "But not before we make out in the middle of the room so everybody knows we are a real couple", you joked.

JJ laughed and nodded. He took your hand and squeezed it lightly.

"Yes Ma'am"

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sleeplessinspace · 2 years

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never fade away - googleplier x afab!reader

heh, there's a lot going on here :D also, part 2 of consecration is still coming! i just really needed to get this fucker out of my drafts, it's been taunting me for two months. and what better time to enact my revenge against @echo-echo31 than now, with chains part 2 finished >:D

this takes place in an au of chains, where alpha has been captured by the human alliance and reader has been freed of the brand's control. aside from those two things, events have more or less occurred the same way.

warning(s): nsfw, usage of fem!pronouns, dubious consent, possessive behavior, implied manipulation, implied aphrodisiacs (the brand, used on reader), praise kink, daddy kink, dom/sub elements, brief description of violence (not directed at reader), orgasm denial + delay, oral (reader receiving), implied breeding kink, implied strength kink, spanking (brief, reader receiving)

There's a slight tickle of awareness in your mind of where you are—a memory hidden within a dream, maybe? Or was it a dream pretending to be a memory?

You can never be sure of what's right and what's wrong when it comes to your thoughts of him.

"You really won't come swim with me?"

You're propped up on the edge of the pool within one of Alpha's bases—you'd stopped keeping track of where you were as long as you were with him—leaning on your arms as you look over at him seated in one of the lounge chairs with his tablet in hand. He didn't require it to do any of his work but used it for your benefit, knowing that you liked to have a visual of where his attention was. He wasn't dressed for the pool either, a pair of black jeans and a navy henley, but it didn't stop you from asking.

Alpha lifts a brow and looks up briefly, synthetic blue flickering. "I thought this was supposed to be time for you to take a break. Because you were tired," he drawls and the way he says the word makes your face hot, toes curling beneath the water.

You feel your core pulse as your mind flashes back to yesterday. He'd come home hungry, something that happened every so often—almost like he was suddenly struck with the knowledge that he had you, wholly and completely, and was free to use you as such—but you'd been in a defiant mood, eager to see what he'd do to you if you... disobeyed, if only for a little bit.

Nearly an hour under his mouth later, there was little fight left in you when he slid into your warmth with ease, dragging you through orgasm after orgasm until you were left dazed and whimpering, cum seeping out of you around his half-hardened cock keeping you nice and stuffed.

You pout, trying to keep your composure as the memory lingers in your mind, "If you won't come swim, can I at least get a kiss? Please?"

"I think I've spoiled you too much, pet," Alpha comments dryly, but he's getting to his feet with a slight quirk to his lips, and you beam up at him.

"You haven't spoiled me enough," you argue and match his smile into the kiss he gives you after crouching near the edge. Just before he pulls away, you snake your arms around his neck and yank, just barely catching him off guard so you can jerk him into the pool.

You're laughing when he pops out of the water, but not for long.

He takes a moment to push his hair out of his face and it's then you realize that you've made a mistake. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his chest, his dark shirt molded to his muscles from the water. Alpha fishes his tablet out of the water and tosses it out the patio and you wince a little.

"Sorry," you whisper, starting to shift backwards in the water, your hand flailing behind you as you slowly try and catch the edge of the pool. "I didn't mean to—"

"You're not tired anymore." Alpha announces with a growl and starts to move towards you, cutting through the water with ease.

You shriek, the sound mostly playful as you go to climb out of the pool and just as manage to pull yourself out of the water, Alpha's hand locks around your ankle and you're yanked back into his arms. The brand is warm, his feigned disapproval betrayed by the affection and arousal you feel coursing through you starting at the base of your neck. "Wait, wait, Alpha, I'm sorry—!"

"No, you're not."

He lifts you up into the air and you flail a bit before your legs go over his shoulders, the heat within you building as he nips at you.

"Alpha, I'm sorry, I'm still a little—" You hide your face, ashamed and he hums, carrying you easily to sit you on the edge of the pool. You try to pull him in, but he ignores your efforts, pinning you down with an arm across your legs, almost folding you in half.

"Shh, kitten," Alpha rips a hole into your swimsuit, and you cry out at the cool air brushing between your legs as he leans down to start biting softly at your thighs. "I had at least six hours of work on there. Having you come apart in my mouth three times and a few times on my cock sounds fair, hm? You ready to pay me back, pet?"

"No, wait, wait, it was an a-accident," you whine as he starts to lick up your folds, slowly working his way up to your swollen clit, sucking softly but you still tense, still so sensitive and your legs twitch under his iron grip. "Please, please, I don't—!"

He licks into you with a vicious care that has you writhing against his face as best as you can manage, pinned as you are. You sob, struggling to center yourself as he slows down just enough to start sliding in a finger alongside his tongue, another following it with ease given how wet you are, and he pulls back to nuzzle at your thigh. "Don't want to cum without Daddy's cock in you, is that it? Good girl, remembering the rules," he teases and you lift your hands to hide your face, pressing down on your warm cheeks. "But what if I try to make you anyway, hm? You know how much I love to watch you fight the pleasure I give you."

"You're b-being so fuckin' m-mean today!" You cry out, one hand shooting down to clutch at his hair, unknowingly pushing his mouth further against you and you shriek when he smirks, three fingers now sliding in and out of you with enough force and skill to make that special knot begin to build in your gut. "No, no, no, please, Daddy, please don't make me—want it to be on your cock, wanna cum with you filling me, please!"

Alpha smiles darkly, shifting so those fingers are pressed against that set of nerves that makes you shake, your frantic cries devolving into nonsense as you try to not to cum on his hand. "Make you? This is your fault, the consequences of your actions. Such a shame it's not about what you want, baby," he purrs and there's his palm, giving you the perfect position to grind against it and your hips are already moving to take advantage of the friction, tears starting to slip down your cheeks as you get closer and closer to the edge, the brand to inject that fiery arousal into your veins, extending the high you're almost finished chasing.

"Mmph, no, please, please just—" you cut yourself off, hand tightening in his hair hard enough to harm a human but he's unmoved as you try to tug his mouth away. "Y-you're just gonna punish me!"

"Come on, kitten—soak Daddy's tongue and maybe I'll let you warm my cock while I replace the work you made me lose. Shh, that's it, there we go, sweet girl—cum all over Daddy's face."

You wake up biting the edge of your pillow as the dream-memory feel of Alpha's tongue buried between your legs fades into nothing, leaving you aching and angry. It didn't feel right to still think about him, let alone dream about him—and oh, did you dream of him often.

Even more frustrating is how kind he seemed to be in your dreams—in your memories? the line between them keeps blurring and you hate it—always treating you sweeter than you would've thought him capable of.

In the beginning, when you'd first been freed from his control, you'd been so afraid and confused. Dreams so vivid they'd felt real, and it was almost like you were losing your mind until you finally broke down and went to one of the Alliance medics. It was a frustrating, long conversation where they explained what had been done to you—how Alpha had slowly but taken over your mind over months until you'd been firmly under his thumb.

There's my good little kitten...

You're on your feet before you realize, pacing the length of your room with an itch between your shoulder blades. The way your dreams always leave you—you hate it, always craving something that you knew you could no longer have.

You could have it whenever you want, sweetheart. You just have to let me back in.

The last thing you wanted was to let him back in, but your body didn’t know any better and you hate it. Such a loyal pet, even after everything that’s happened.

And yet.

Yet.

Against your better judgement, you find yourself heading down to the lower levels of the Alliance base. Down to the cell—it would be much too kind to call the room anything other than a prison, designed to hold Alpha specifically. In attempt to combat his capabilities, twenty floors of the base above his “room” were isolated from any sort of networking and technology. It was kept on a very rudimentary power structure dedicated to keeping the space lit and connected to a lesser version of the base’s heating system, keeping Alpha sufficiently quarantined with nothing for him to interface with. On top of that, the entire floor his room was on was surrounded by something akin to an upgraded Faraday cage, keeping him from connecting to the many satellites the Alliance was still fighting to decrypt and take offline.

You hug your jacket tighter around yourself once you reach his floor. The room is cold and made entirely of stone, sparsely furnished with little more than a single chair propped off to the side of the main door. It wasn’t as if Alpha needed creature comforts; he couldn’t use them anyway. No, the once-feared—still feared, pet, careful now—android was carefully restrained, a mockery of the god he believed himself to be. One half of the room was sectioned off with impenetrable glass and steel and Alpha sat behind it, not unlike a tiger in a cage. On his knees, his arms bound behind him and essentially trapped against his back with industrial-strength magnetic locks. A collar sits around his neck as well, an EMP tied to his electromagnetic signature that could knock him unconscious at a moment’s notice. Powerful enough to take him offline for an extended period of time, though he hadn’t given the Alliance the chance to use it yet.

The muzzle was a recent addition—Janus had come to you explaining how Alpha had practically ripped a poor Gamma’s arm off when they were updating the restraints.

You can’t help the way your eyes trace absently over the slight tension in his body, recalling how on more than one occasion Alpha held you aloft with ease in his arms, pinning you to the nearest wall or the window of his office, trapped on his cock as he made you scream his name, the brand burning in sheer ecstasy—

You lift a hand to the back of your neck where that same brand sits, now completely unresponsive.

Mostly. You think you… feel things sometimes and it worries you. Scares you because of how easy it would be to slide back into old, terrible habits.

“Hello, kitten.”

“Alpha.” You keep your eyes on the hollow of his throat, where his bare cybernetics lay, the LEDs soft with inactivity.

You don’t dare look him in the eye.

Despite the brand’s programming effectively flushed from your system, you remember the early days when he had a hold over you without it, getting you to easily sway to his every whim with a few looks and even fewer words.

Bastard.

As if sensing your rude thoughts—which everyone swore up and down could not happen any longer, he was separated wholly from you—you see his lips twitch into a smile through the duraplastic covering on his jaw. Sharp.

“Four months, twenty days, thirteen hours, and twenty-four minutes have passed since I last had you in my arms,” he tilts his head to the side, the chain connecting the muzzle to the bonds on his back clinking softly with the movement. You don’t dare shift your gaze, you don’t miss his eyes, you don’t. “I missed you so much, sweetheart.”

“The only thing you missed was having your stupid little pet at your beck and call,” you can’t help but snap and drop your hand from where you had been unconsciously rubbing at the brand. “You missed making me play your twisted games, missed taking every part of me and replacing it with what you wanted.”

That smile vanishes and the LED nodes on his throat flicker from blue to dim red. “Baby, you are very, very mistaken if you think what I felt for you—what I still feel for you—is anything other than love,” he hisses, and you take a step back instinctively as he starts to pull at the restraints for the first time since he’d been placed in them. “You’re speaking as if you didn’t invite me to play those games you speak so poorly of. You always begged me to continue, kitten, so don’t pretend like you don’t remember.”

“How could I trust anything I remember from then? For all I know, you tricked me, warped my memories!”

Alpha barks out a laugh and you’ve never heard that sound from him, at least not directed at you, and you find yourself looking up to meet his gaze.

“Tricked you? Oh, sweet girl… I suppose quite a lot has happened since that day, but I never tricked you into anything you weren’t already thinking about. Didn’t you ever wonder where my impulses came from?”

“Faulty processes, some kind of virus in that fucked up code of yours, I don’t know! It doesn’t matter, everyone knows you’re fucking corrupted—”

“You said you wanted all of me and I gave you exactly that,” Alpha says, his voice harsh enough to stun you into silence. In that quiet you hear the sound of metal straining under the force of him trying to stand and you freeze.

“You’re not you’re supposed to be able to move,” you whisper to yourself and throw a frantic glance at the security cameras in the corners of the room, making Alpha laugh again.

The metal bending under his strength is getting louder now.

He's slowly rising from his kneeling position when you look back and you panic, trying to pull out your phone to call for help when his eyes flicker pure white and your phone lets out a whine as the screen flashes bright blue—his blue—and you drop it before it sparks violently. “Alpha, stop! They'll kill you if you break out, you need to stop!”

There’s an impressive shriek of titanium-reinforced steel as he flexes just enough to get the bonds around his arms to shatter, reaching up to yank the rest of it away and throw it to the side. He bends down to snap the chains around his legs and steps free of the mess of his bonds, the only pieces left now being the muzzle and the EMP collar. “You’ve missed me, haven’t you, baby?”

It’s almost like he’s ignoring you, but the way his eyes never leave your form says otherwise.

“I didn’t fucking miss you, now please just—please don’t make me use this. I'll do what I can to keep you safe, but I can't do that if you don’t stop.”

Alpha narrows his eyes at the detonator in your hand, coming to stand in front of the glass, the last barrier keeping him locked away. The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, your eyes locked on the way his fingers are pressing against the glass hard enough for cracks to spiderweb out around each digit.

“Still so distracting, aren’t you, pretty baby?” he says after a moment and you’re just a half second too late pressing the detonator—Alpha rips the collar from his neck and the muzzle follows a second later, the metal of the two popping loudly as sparks fly from the ruined technology. “Daddy's feeling a little merciful tonight.”

You fist your hand around the now-useless detonator, backing up to the door to the room. “You don’t know the meaning of mercy,” you mutter, angry with yourself for trying to help him, still trying to save him because despite everything you didn’t want him harmed or dead.

You just…

You don’t know what you want?

“If you really want to run—if you really want to leave me and everything we share, everything I did for you behind—I'll let you go.”

It's a trap, a trick, another one of his fucked up games. He’d come too far, done too much to let you go.

Alpha's gaze softens for a moment as he looks at you, almost as if he’s taking you in one last time. Then his expression shutters and whatever warmth was in that bright blue gaze is now lost beneath steady, cool calculation.

“I’ll give you five floors to get away. If you succeed, you’re free for good. I won’t come after you and I'll leave the resistance alone… for a little while, granted they don’t infringe on my territories,” Alpha explains and you almost don’t want to believe him but this is the same way he negotiates with anyone stupid enough willing to make deals with him. You’re speaking with the tactician now, the negotiator who felled the world in less than two months.

You lick your lips, mouth suddenly dry at the prospect of never seeing him again. You don’t know why your chest feels oddly tight at the thought. “What about the security? They'll see me running, they’ll know you did something.” you ask and he smirks, managing to look down on you from across the room.

“The camera’s been looping a feed of me alone since I first saw you on the other side of the door, baby. No one has a clue you’re even down here. It’s just you and me… Just the way Daddy knows you prefer.”

“What happens if you catch me?”

His lights flicker, almost in warning and you kick back into the door on accident, surprised. “Better for you to focus on your escape. Now, get going before I lose what little mercy I have left, little kitten. Daddy needs to finish getting out of this pathetic prison.”

You’re out the door and flying down the long hallway before you have a chance to second guess yourself, before that odd rebellious part of you still tethered to Alpha has a chance to make you do something stupid. You almost stumble into the doors leading to the flight of stairs, a loud shattering echoing behind you but you keep your balance and you keep moving.

One foot in front of the other, breathing almost panicked but you keep your eyes on the next set of doors, making it up three levels with ease.

The door leading up to the fifth level, however—

It’s fucking locked.

“No, no, no, no!” You slam your fist against the door, trying to yank it open with no success and then there’s the scuff of footsteps behind you, the only warning you get before strong, cybernetic arms wrap around your waist and yank you over his shoulder. “You fucking cheater, you cheated, I was going to get away, I was going to be free of your possessive—you piece of shit, I hate you—!”

Alpha ignores the way you’re trying to pull out of his grip, pinning your legs down so you can’t kick him and turns back down the hall. Legs restrained, you punch at his back and end up stopping sooner than you’d like, the plating beneath his skin starting to hurt your hands.

The room he takes you into seems to be one of the unused conference rooms, shutting the door behind him before he lets you down onto your feet, watching with amused eyes as you immediately dash to the other side of the table, to keep something between the two of you.

Alpha locks the door.

“Let me out.”

“No. You had your chance and you failed, sweetheart,” his grin is just on the other side of cruel as he turns back to face you and reaches down to undo his belt, the buckle clinking loudly in the silence of the room. He slowly wraps a section of it around his fist and gives you a look. “Are you going to make me come over there or are you going to be a good pet and accept your loss with pride?”

A dusty notebook flying by his head is his answer and he sighs, almost amused and the sight of his hands tightening around the leather does funny things to your stomach, things you swear you don’t like.

“You cheated,” you hiss again, circling the table slowly as he does the same. “I was going to win and you couldn’t let that happen, could you?”

“It’s not cheating if you never had a chance in the first place. You’re just a little upset Daddy likes to play to win.”

“Bastar—fuck!”

You make a misstep, stumbling over a discarded power cord and always one to take advantage, Alpha is there. Too quickly, you’re pinned beneath him and your hands are suddenly restrained by his belt.

Part of you is glad he didn’t use it like you expected, while the other part of you is thinking of why he didn’t.

“Mm, there we go,” he growls, low and happy and you whimper at the feel of his hips pressing you into the table. “You always did look perfect beneath me, kitten. I know how hard it’s been for you lately, forced to make all these big decisions without me there to guide you.”

“I don’t need your guidance and I don’t need you!”

Alpha keeps your chest pinned down with one hand while the other traces over your brand, an almost electric feeling racing up your spine.

“You don’t know what you need. But it’s fine—I can fix that.”

You get a brief millisecond, an instant where it feels like time freezes and you feel the scrape of Alpha’s teeth—sharp, sharper than they had any right to be—against the nape of your neck before they sink into your brand and you scream.

It doesn’t hurt.

God, you almost wish it did—no, instead all you feel is pure, thrilling heat, shooting through your veins fast enough to make your head spin. You choke, nails digging into the table and moan alongside Alpha, feeling the full force of all of his feelings crash into you for the first time in months, not unlike a wave breaking against the shore. All of his anger, the hints of fear, that never-ending desire—that fucking obsession with keeping you in his arms and by his side, you get all of it and more, those feelings intertwining easily with the ones you thought you buried.

You don’t even realize you’re begging him, overloaded on your shared senses and when he pulls away, you follow, lifting yourself up as best as you can beneath his touch keeping you pressed against the surface of the table.

“Ah, please… Alpha…”

He flips you over and you moan weakly at the sight of him, eyes glowing brighter than you’ve ever seen them, his tongue licking carefully over one of his fangs. Relishing the taste of his mark on you.

“There she is,” Alpha coos, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips and it doesn’t last long enough in your opinion. “There’s my perfect pet. I missed the taste of you so much, sweetheart. Will you give me more?”

You’re already nodding before he finishes the question, hands flexing in the belt keeping your hands restrained. “Yes, Alpha, please! I want to touch, why can’t I touch?” you whine, trying to squirm free and he shushes you, dropping to his knees and making quick work of your pants. “I’ll be good, I'll be good, please, please, let me touch you!”

“Shh, in a little bit, baby. Keep your hands above your head.”

You’re not happy about it but you bite your lip and obey, trying not to move so much as he removes your underwear, face heating now that you’re bare in front of him. There’s little fight in you as he shifts you around until he’s got you perfectly positioned—ready and open for him to get a taste.

You feel like you’re seeing stars by the time he starts fucking you on his tongue, long enough to press against that precious bundle of nerves that makes you shiver in his grip, hands clenching each other because he told you to stay where he put you, grinding against his face as you get closer to that peak, that glorious goddamn high—

Alpha pulls his tongue out of you with a snarl, pinning your legs down after you tried to tighten them on his head. He shoves two fingers into your sopping cunt with terrible ease, pressing his thumb against your clit in harsh circles that make you cry out, his name, for God and that—

“I'm your God, pet, you scream for me.”

When you blink your tear-sticky eyes open, panting and still shuddering, Alpha is yanking his shirt over his head. His shirt, darkened with fluid at the bottom and you’re too tired to care that you’ve ruined it, you prefer seeing his bare skin and cybernetics anyway and tell him such.

He smirks, reaching down to stroke a hand over your head and you give him a sleepy smile. “Alpha…”

“You forgot my rule, didn’t you?”

You frown a little, all fucked-out and confused. “Rule…? Alpha, I don’t—”

From now on, if you want to cum it’ll be on my cock and with my permission.

You freeze, the memory of his instructions echoing in your mind so loudly you know with certainty he’s thinking the same thing. His cruel smile gets even bigger as you start to stutter, tears of frustration and shame beginning to sting at the corners of your eyes.

“Wh-wait, no, you made me, you didn’t tell me that I couldn’t—! Alpha, I'm sorry!”

He leans down to kiss your nose and you sob, apologies spilling out of you as he turns you over, tugging you back until your feet touch the floor and you’re properly bent before him.

Alpha hikes the back of your shirt up, smoothing his hands over your back and down until they’re cupping your ass, deceptively gentle. You flinch a little at the feel of his nose pressed against your ear and the rumble of his voice does little to calm you.

You broke his rule, you broke his rule, you broke—

“I shouldn’t have to remind you, baby. Four months isn’t anywhere near long enough for that pretty little head of yours to forget one simple rule.” You hate how soft his words are, how his touch is even softer. “Fifteen and then we'll try again, see how good your memory is. Count for me, sweetheart.”

You hiccup, “Y-yes, Alpha.”

The first swat of his hand doesn’t hurt so much as it stings and it only gets worse from there, the sting escalating into a throb that leaves your cunt aching, dripping all over the table as you start to squirm once the two of you hit the double digits. An odd sensation sweeps over you by the fifteenth strike, a dizzy feeling, almost like you’re swimming underwater but Alpha is keeping you tethered to the shore.

“Such a good pet, you did such a good job, kitten. I was going to go for thirty if you failed, but my pretty prize doesn’t make mistakes twice now does she?” You shake your head, your tongue oddly heavy in your mouth as you’re shifted to your side, Alpha lifting one of your legs to hook over his shoulder.

A thick heat presses between your legs and you moan happily, hands flexing restlessly. “Yes, yes, yes, Alpha, please!”

He hisses, the hand on your leg tightening hard enough to bruise—should be covered in my marks, always, let them look, make them see who you belong to—as his cock sinks into your wet warmth.

“I should go slow for you, shouldn’t I? It’s been so long since I've had you like this, had you where you fucking belong,” Alpha growls, slowly pressing in until he's buried to the hilt, his cock a heavy but pleasant—addictive, you’ve missed this, you craved this, and you’ll never go without it again—pressure within you. “All those hours spent listening to those Alliance dogs argue and discuss what to do with me, all those weeks I watched you fight with yourself over coming down to see me—I stayed focused on you. Focused on the thought of this tight little cunt locked around me while I waited for the perfect moment.”

He's not quite thrusting yet, focused on drawing out the sensation with slow rocks of his hips and his pace forces you to feel and to listen—listen to the wet noise of you clutched around him as he presses deep enough to make that tight knot within you sing. You get so lost in the sweet feel of him inside you that you haven’t realized that he’s stopped.

“Alpha, wh-what…?”

He taps your cheek firmly, just enough pressure to make you open your eyes and look up at him. “I hope you didn’t expect me to do all the work after you made me fucking wait, pet. You want to cum again? Use Daddy’s cock.”

It’s hard, even after he takes a bit of pity on you and moves your leg down off of his shoulder so you can wrap it around his waist. Flat against the conference table like this, you have little to no leverage and he knows it, watching you make little grumbles of frustration as you struggle to move. You’re crying by the time you attempt to sit up, maybe he’ll let you hook your bound arms around his neck so you can hump against him, at least, but every time you go to try and pull yourself up, he shoves you back down, hand pressed to your chest not unkindly.

“Alpha, please, I need you to—I-I can’t do it!”

There’s a sly smile on his face, one that confuses you because he wouldn’t make you do something he couldn’t do, would he?

Daddy always plays to win, pet. Even when it seems like there is no game.

“Don’t want to cum after all then, hm? Did you get it all out of your system when you made a mess all over my shirt earlier?”

That’s not—

“N-no, wait, Alpha, I just needed—”

He clicks his tongue, cutting you off sharply and pulls out a slow slide that leaves you empty, shoving your legs down when you try to hook him back in. You try and fail to keep your eyes off of his cock, off the slight sheen of slick. “You don’t know what you need,” he murmurs and reaches up to finally untie your hands and you make a happy noise that makes him soften, if only slightly.

Alpha lets you knot your fingers in his hair and pull him down into a kiss, feeling every inch of his possession swim through you as he reaches up to cradle your face in his hands, thumbs stroking over the dried tears on your cheeks. He pulls away slowly, kissing your palm when you whine and try to pull him back down.

“I was going to be mean, fuck that tight throat of yours until all you could taste was me,” Alpha says lowly, letting his hand wrap slowly around your neck, but the force in his grip isn’t there, so you stay calm and breathe, gazing lovingly up into his eyes. “But I’ve denied myself for too long. I want to see you fall apart on my cock; I want you to watch as I fuck my cum into you.”

You’re mumbling again, whispering agreements as he urges you to hook your legs around his hips and your head lolls to the side on the table, catching sight of your blurred reflection in the darkened windows. Something tickles at the edges of your mind—this isn’t home, you’re not safe, not yet—at the sight of them and you make a little worried noise.

“Alpha…”

Alpha plants a hand beside your head, blocking your view and turns your focus back to him with a whisper of intention, that slight static in the back of your mind. You meet his eyes again and fall into that captivating electric sea as his other hand moves to press at your brand, at his name.

“Mm, we’ll be home again soon, pet, and you’ll be safe. No one is ever going to take you from me again. Let Daddy worry about it. You just focus on savoring the feel of my cum in you when I pump you full, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

#search engine ☆#spicy.txt #mine.txt #chains ☆☆#do not look at me do not PERCEIVE ME #this was such a bitch to finish but i'm mostly happy with how it came out :D #there's a couple of things i dropped and might do in a future fic but eh #nastiest shit i've written in a while ngl #again do nOT perceive me i did not write this i was possessed

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