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[hachisongs]

i thought it might be fun to do some smaller scale polls while waiting for submissions to fill up (which, to anyone who hasn't done so yet, check out the google form & submit your fave kenshi song to be entered into a poll tournament later this jan!)

[jo-harrington]

The Boy Is Mine (Jo's Edition)

Summary: A romantic night in at the trailer. And a first date.

Word Count: 1.7k

Themes: First Date, Fluff, First Kiss, Teasing, Banter, Geekery

Notes: My submission for @carolmunson's The Boy Is Mine Writing Excercise. This was a fun one, and I know the idea was for it not to be an AU...I guess technically it isn't (although I definitely thought of my STFF Eddie who...well...it's fanfiction *wink* especially since we're not gonna see their first date in the story). Thank you for putting together a fun game Carol.

Tagging a few friends who I think would have some great additions to this prompt: @eddiemunsonbignaturals @undead-supernova @storiesbyrhi

You can find my masterlist here.

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Enjoy!

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Pizza? Delivered.

Twinkies? Vanilla frosting. Not Banana.

Trailer? Tidied.

Sheets? Changed.

There was a knock at the door and Eddie took a breath and held it as he stared at his bed.

"You're not gonna end up in here," he muttered to himself.

Ok but maybe you would. He could be hopeful. Maybe a kiss would lead to something else.

"No idiot. It's just a study date."

There was another knock and he turned on his heel and rushed for the door.

He paused at the last second--glanced around, ran his hands over the front of his t-shirt, and put the most casual smile on his face--before he opened the door.

And then there you were.

A backpack slung over your shoulder, 6-pack of Dr. Pepper hanging from your fingers, looking...hot effortlessly gorgeous...or at least he thought so.

"Hey," you greeted. "Sorry if I'm late."

"No," he shook his head quickly and shifted to the side to let you pass into the trailer. "Right on time sweetheart. Hope you like pepperoni."

Of course you did. It was your favorite.

"It's my favorite."

Eddie clenched his fist in victory as he shut the door and then stood back and watched indulgently as you took in the wonders of the place he called home. He committed it all to memory; the way your eyes lingered on Wayne's collection of mugs and hats from over the years, or your nose scrunched up cutely at the sight of family pictures on a shelf--

Please god, don't see the picture of him missing his two front teeth.

--or the way it scrunched further, more in annoyance than fondness, and your eyebrow quirked at the stack of video tapes beside the television.

Shit.

"Uh," he cleared his throat and swooped in, arm hovering around your shoulders as he led you to the couch where the pizza and his history homework waited. His hand drifted to yours so he could grab the sodas. "Lemme put this in the fridge so it gets cold. I have Mountain Dew...or beer, if you want one."

"Mountain Dew's fine."

"As you wish," he bowed and you giggled. He cursed himself as he headed to the kitchen.

What a fucking nerd--

"So you read the Princess Bride?" you called out to him.

"Y-yes."

"It's one of my favorite books! A story within a story and all of that. And it can be critical of itself. It's perfect!"

Eddie's heart soared.

The two of you went back and forth for a few minutes discussing the merits of the book and the way it provided so much suspense and adventure and escapism; something it seemed, and Eddie wasn't surprised to find, you both had needed throughout your relatively-young lives.

Before long, he shuffled out of the kitchen with two cans and two solo cups to find you comfortably settled on the couch with your legs criss-crossed and a throw pillow settled in your lap. You looked right at home, at ease with him, and he had to say...he liked that sight quite a bit.

"I ran out of like, nice cups," he changed the subject so he wouldn't focus too much on how much he enjoyed the sight. "Hope this is okay."

"Ok, well what are the nice cups?" you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. "Because I see plenty of nice cups right in front of us, Mister."

You gestured at the shelves lined with mugs and Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at you.

"Those aren't nice cups Madam," he scoffed. "Those are family heirlooms. The nice cups are the Star Wars: Return of the Jedi glasses I got from Burger King. Obviously."

"Well excuse me," you straightened in your seat and rocked your shoulders back and forth haughtily. "The fine crystal."

"And don't you forget it."

"And here you are, presenting me with...plastic. Like a peasant."

"If you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."

He held out the red solo cup filled with fluorescent green liquid and you snatched it from him with a quick flash of your tongue.

Then the two of you got right down to business: homework.

You pulled a small notebook from your backpack and then asked to see his notes from class so you could help him get a better idea of what was important for an upcoming quiz that he'd mentioned the day prior. He was ashamed to say he wasn't the best notetaker, but you pivoted easily as you flipped through a few pages and went from sparse notes about Civics and the US Constitution to long drawn out paragraphs about the Riders of Rohan and graphic descriptions of the Meduseld.

"Don't be like that," you scolded him. "That's not even true. What is this?"

"This?" He waved dismissively. "It's just...notes for Hellfire. Ahem...Hellfire Club...my Dungeons and Dragons club at school."

"Oh yeah?"

"Planning a one-shot for my buddy Jeff's birthday in a world where Theodred doesn't die and goes on to become...well...it's just nerd stuff."

Eddie sniffed and thought back to the many times that he'd been cut short trying to explain his ideas to others; even Ronnie got on his case when he got too into it.

How many times had she heard him get into an argument with himself over the benefits of Mithril vs. Adamantium?

"Excuse me," you looked at him expectantly, breaking through his thoughts. "Nerd stuff?"

"Yeah," he shrugged and let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Nerd stuff. We're supposed to be focusing on History."

"Ok, yes but..." you reached out and poked him in the the dimple in his cheek. "You didn't say in a 'we should just focus on history instead' way. You said it in a 'you don't want to hear about this' way."

"Well do you? Do you actually like that?""

"Did I not just tell you that Inigo Montoya is the real hero of Princess Bride and not Westley or Buttercup not five minutes ago?"

Eddie stared at you like a deer in the headlights.

Ok. You got him there.

But...but...God...old habits died hard.

How many times had people not given him the time of day when it came to silly little stories and make believe worlds? How many times had the people closest to him not even taken the time to listen?

He'd already been sold on the fact that you weren't just a dream; how could you be real and actually be his dream girl too?

God, it was too good to be true.

Eddie swallowed hard and centered himself back in reality. He was gonna have to salvage this moment before he made a real fool out of himself and asked you to marry him or something. That would be a little too strong for a first date...and a study date, at that.

He grumbled something under his breath.

"'Scuse me? What was that?" you leaned in closer to him.

"It was 10 minutes ago," he spoke up, staring at you matter-of-factly, a fiery challenge in his eyes to hide the fact that he was actively falling for you. "Actually."

You threw your head back in a laugh and slapped the back of your hand against his shoulder.

"You shithead," you cackled. "Ok fine. 10 minutes. Now. How about we actually study for 10 more minutes, and then you can tell me about this...Dungeons and Dragons while we eat ok?"

He happily agreed.

Towards the end of the night, pizza and sodas had been devoured, homework demolished, and Eddie actually felt like he had a shot at getting a decent grade on his next History quiz.

"Alright," he sighed and leaned against the back of the couch. "I think we're done here. A success if I do say so myself. I guess I'll keep you around."

"Keep me?" you quirked an eyebrow at him. "Uh huh, more like, will you please come back and help me study again?"

"Are..." Eddie scoffed. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"You volunteered!"

"I volunteered for one study date."

"What, so a second one is out of the question?" he asked as he leaned forward and edged into your space.

"Well," you began with an expression that oozed contemplation in an exaggerated fashion. God, you were almost as dramatic as he was.

You were perfect.

"Well, if you're asking me for a second date, Edward? Then the answer is yes."

He clapped his hands together and laughed.

"Haha, see I knew that you couldn't get enough of--"

"But," you stopped him, and he stared, open-mouthed with words half-falling from his lips. "If you're asking me to come back to study? Well, then the second session is gonna cost you."

And he fell for it for a second. Just a split second. He thought that yeah it made sense if he wanted your help, he was gonna have to give something in return.

But then he saw the sly little smile that you were fighting to keep off your lips, saw the adorable little scrunch in your nose that he'd memorized earlier in the night, and the way your fingers fiddled on the couch cushion, as you slowly inched closer to him.

And he understood.

Oh...

"Oh yeah?" He narrowed his eyes at you in faux-suspicion. "Alright...name your price."

"It's not gonna be cheap," you insisted.

"I can pay anything."

"You sure about that?"

"Oh," he leaned closer to you now, volume and timber getting lower the closer he got. "I'm absolutely sure sweetheart."

You bit your lip slyly.

"I think fair market price...is a kiss."

"Just one?" he teased, lips absolutely within smooching distance from yours now.

"Maybe two."

You bit your lip to keep your smile at bay and Eddie had to stop himself from kissing you right then and there.

"Two?! Well," he sighed. "You drive a hard bargain. And who am I to pass up such a once-in-a-lifetime deal?"

"Just a nerd," you whispered against his lips.

"Just a nerd," he repeated, and then slotted his lips right against yours, ending your perfect first date with the perfect first kiss.

Just like on TV.

[pajarinwrites]

中秋节 | Wen Junhui x Reader

➳ fem!reader x jun

➳ wc: 6.1k

➳ TAGS: idol!au, established relationship

➳ WARNINGS: omg um, cunnilingus, jun is a SIMP, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it, my dudes), praise, just general adorable lovey dovey softness, but like medium rough sex? ig, not really rough?, i never know how to write warnings, just like i don't know how to write smut woops sorry

➳ AN: HAPPY MID AUTUMN FESTIVAL BITCHES and 女王们; this is only moderately edited bc i actually meant to publish smt for 中秋节 last year but i didn't finish it in time so here it is now (I’m sure it’s still autumn festival somewhere in the world…)! I LOVE WEN JUNHUI

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT I HATED THIS AHHHH i don't think i'll ever be able to write any smut in which the man isn't a simpering, whimpering, submissive, cowering, crawling, obsequious little simping piece of trash; it's just how i like my men, but i kinda wanna challenge myself some time, not this time though :P also i'm low-key proud of this smut? i used miraclewoozi as an inspiration bc their smut is literal art...

also, literally three pieces in one week??? WHO AM I??? this is more than in the entire year before combined, i fear lmao. sorry. i'm off to return to hibernate in my bog for another six months now thx bye, RIN OUT *drops mic

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Jun stepped out of the airport into the sweltering heat, but had to find that merely knowing the weather conditions was quite different from being prepared for them. Luckily, he had left enough space in his carry-on to take off the jacket and sweater that he had needed in chilly Seoul and during the flight – airplane ACs were notoriously unpredictable. Despite this, Hong Kong never seized to amaze him with its constant warmth. At least the eternal sunshine gave him a good excuse to wear a cap and sunglasses at all times.

He flagged down a cross-border cab because, frankly, he didn’t feel like taking the crowded metro all the way home. This way he saved himself from a lot of heat, hassle, and the potential of being recognised, even if it delayed him. As expected, the traffic in the city was a nightmare and he did make it home later than strictly necessary. He paid the fee, dodging the driver’s interested gaze, and mumbling a small “mh gōi” before dashing into his building.

When he was finally standing in front of his apartment door, Jun felt ready to just lock himself in his room for the rest of the night. That was, until the door opened to reveal his parents and little brother. Immediately, his frown softened and he dropped his bags to engulf them in one enormous hug.

“I missed you guys so much,” he exclaimed to groans from his little brother and a soft smile from his mother.

This was most likely going to be the last chance he got to spend more than a day or two with them. With their world tour and his busy filming schedule just around the corner, he wouldn’t have time for months.

Jun had spent years of Zhōngqiūjié apart from them. It wasn’t easy to watch most of his members be able to visit their homes and spend Chuseok with their loved ones. Some years it was only him, Minghao, and Joshua in the dorms. But he wasn’t going to dwell on that. Not when he could finally hold the people he loved the most in his arms. Well, most of them at any rate. He would never get used to having to choose between his biological and his chosen family.

His mother peeled herself away from him, squeezing his cheek and insisting that he had grown even more handsome over the last few weeks.  His step father clapped him on the shoulder and asked him about the flight; his brother asked if he had brought him anything cool. Unable to stop smiling for even a second, Jun assented to both questions. He was led to the living room by his mother to sit and relax after the ‘strenuous journey’, giving him a moment to fish the presents out of his luggage, handing one off to his little brother.

“Thanks, gē!” YangYang exclaimed and bounded off to his room to open it in peace. Their mother called after him, “Don’t forget to do your homework before playing! Dinner will be ready in an hour!” Jun smiled, handing his parents the other one.

“You shouldn’t have! I keep telling you we don’t need anything.”

“But I want to get you guys nice things, mā.”

She looked trapped half-way between smitten and resigned, but accepted the present gracefully. With a kiss on the top of his head she stated, “You can rest a little before I call you boys for dinner. I’m making your favourite.”

He thanked her, foregoing the idea of retiring to his room in favour of joining his mother in the kitchen. Most of the ingredients were already laid out on the counter, but when she bent down to pick up something from the bottom shelf, she gasped, “I can’t believe it! Where did all of our rice noodles go? I don’t think this is enough. And I also forgot to buy bamboo shoots earlier!”

She turned around, apologetically, and murmured about having to go to the market real quick to get some. Jun held out his hand to stop her in her tracks.

“Don’t worry, mā. I’ll go get the missing ingredients, and you can get started on the other dishes.”

“No let me go, Jun. You’ve just had a taxing flight and—“ His step-father tried to intervene.

“It’s absolutely no problem!” Jun insisted, not paying his parents’ protests any mind. He grabbed his sunglasses from the side table by the entrance and was out the door before either of them could stop him.

Jun had missed their shèqū, its homely atmosphere, the bustling of the people on the street, and hence didn’t mind the opportunity for a late-night stroll. The closest super market was just down the short road at the main square, and he stopped by quickly before continuing on his way to the live market.

There was a certain nostalgia in going to the market like this, just the way he used to with his mother when he was younger. The stalls didn’t even seem to have changed at all. There was the same group of old ladies dancing in the small park to the side, and a little further down the road, a small group of children was taking turns, performing on a gǔzhēng. Jun watched the windows of his old piano school pass by, still partially lit as students practiced inside. At the corner of the next street was the second-hand book store they had often visited, next to the pharmacy in which he used to sit on the kiddie rides for ages, singing along to jiātíng chēnghu or liǎng zhī lǎohǔ.

Still lost in nostalgia, he stopped by one of the vegetable vendors to acquire the bamboo shoots. Jun enjoyed strolling the aisles leisurely, taking a look at all the things that were being sold. As he rounded one of the displays, someone else was cutting the corner in the opposite direction. Jun barely managed to dance out of the trajectory of them, murmuring an immediate, “Sorry, are you okay?”

He pulled down his sunglasses and looked at the person in front of him in worry. They looked up, locked eyes with him and whisper-screamed, “Oh my god! Wen Junhui?”

Jun was taken aback for only a split second, which he spent worrying he had been recognised, before he could place your face. He hadn’t seen you properly in years, just another name on the long list of people he had to leave behind. The last time you had run into each other had been during Rock With You promotions, when Minghao and he had taken time for their own schedules in China. His eyes crinkled in the corners but he still didn’t dare to take off his mask.

“It’s been so long!” He said instead. You had pulled him into your arms within a second, just a quick squeeze before remembering where you were. You pulled away, pouting, “You didn’t tell me you’d be back.”

“Sorry, it slipped my mind. I also didn’t think I’d have enough time to meet you. Not properly…”

You wiggled your eyebrows, “What does that mean?” Jun blushed, making you laugh. “I’m kidding, A-Jun. But I’m glad we ran into each other. I mean, what are the odds!”

“I didn’t even know whether you still lived here,” he admitted, sheepishly. But Jun wished profoundly that you could feel how earnest he was being. You didn’t actually seem to mind his failure to alert you of his arrival, despite your history. Instead, you continued in your usual chirpy manner, “Yeah, I managed to find work close by so I could stay here. But I’m here here just for the holiday. Staying at my parents, you know.” Jun nodded, accompanying you to the register under more animated chatter.

“Do you have to get anything else?” You asked after you had stepped out the open market. He negated, returning the question.

“Me neither,” you replied, hesitating shortly before continuing, “I guess that means we’ll have to part ways again…”

The way your voice trailed off and your eyebrows knitted together made Jun reply before thinking better of it, “Actually, I think my mā can wait for these bamboo shoots a little longer…” You face lit up with such intensity and immediacy that Jun had to chuckle.

“In that case let’s take a stroll through the park. I’ve been keeping up with Seventeen obviously, but I want to hear from you, personally, how you’ve been doing.”

Falling into step beside you felt so easy. Together, you walked the same paths you did when you were teenagers, talking about everything and anything – back before he had to leave for Korea. He talked a lot about the shoots, dorm fights and misunderstandings, and how much he had missed his mother’s cooking. You winked, asking whether he hadn’t missed you at all, and he couldn’t string together a coherent sentence in reply. Instead he sputtered for a few seconds before you let him off the hook.

“It’s fine. I was joking, Jun. Oh, look!” Jun was glad for the distraction as he watched you hurry of to the pavilion down the path. If you hadn’t changed the subject he might’ve said something stupid. But when you spun around to face him under the colourful roof, with the small pond and the bamboo in the background, he wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t say something stupid yet.

He was sitting next to you, listening to you rant about your catty co-workers, absent boss, and the general annoyances of adulthood, unable to stop himself from grinning like an idiot at the familiarity, the ease of the whole situation. At some point he shot his mom a text to let her know that he ran into you and to eat without him. She simply replied that he should take his time, but he felt like she was secretly glad to have the two of you reconnect. Your conversations veered from family to old memories together until eventually, when the sun had set almost completely, you got up abruptly.

“I should get back. My mom wasn’t expecting me back immediately but at this point she’s probably wondering if I’ve gotten lost.” Jun nodded, getting up with you and stepping out of the pavilion. You threw one look back over your shoulder before smiling down at your shoes.

“I don’t know if you remember but… this is where you said goodbye…” Jun blinked slowly before the memory registered. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t immediately thought of the day he went to Korea, the last day he spent with you, the day he missed his chance to say so many things he had wanted to say.

“Oh,” he breathes softly, “yeah, I remember. But it’s not a very fun memory.”

Jun decides to look anywhere but you, at the trees lining the road home to his apartment building, the birds flying overhead, the children playing across the street.

“I have to agree. But I’m glad to have you back now. Even if it’s just for an afternoon.”

“Actually, you should visit tomorrow! If you want, of course. I don’t think my family would mind seeing you again after such a long time, and…”

He stops in his tracks. The two of you have reached the intersection at which your ways part. Jun turned to face you. The words were still stuck in his throat, just like all those years ago, just like every time he’s seen you since. But this time, with your hopeful eyes looking up at him, he takes a deep breath. This time will be different. He takes the leap.

“… and I’d also love to spend more time with you.”

You smile in reply, and agree to visit tomorrow. To say goodbye, you hug him again, and he feels like he’s floating all the way home. Maybe tomorrow he’ll gain the courage to tell you everything that he’s been keeping in his heart.

Their dorms were quiet, the shared living areas swallowed in darkness as Jun excited his room. He had been talking to his family via video call for the past hour or two, catching up and trying their best to celebrate Zhōngqiūjié together, even when they were physically apart. You had initially planned on joining the call, but there had been last minute plans that had kept you from it. Even though Jun understood, he had been able to help feeling a little crestfallen when you had told him about it. The two of you had made it work since he confessed to you a year ago, talking almost weekly on the phone because both his and your commitments kept you from visiting all too often. And since this year he couldn’t visit home because of the impeding comeback, he would’ve at least enjoyed talking to you on the holiday proper, instead of just during one of your regularly scheduled calls. Especially with how long it had been since he’d last seen you in person in June. To him, an eternity.

Vernon, Dokyeom, and Chan had returned to their families for the evening to celebrate Chuseok together, leaving the dorm deserted, save Jun himself. They’d all met up for lunch as a celebration before most left to go home. It was an effort by the Korean members to ease the homesickness of those that wouldn’t be able to see their families over the holiday. Seungkwan had ended up accompanying Vernon, while Joshua and Minghao decided to simply celebrate with each other, even though they hadn’t been lacking in invitations either. Jun had made the same decision. They had let him know they’d be out until the night but that he could join them at their apartment later.

Especially Dokyeom had had a hard time simply leaving Jun behind, but the older man had insisted that he was going to be fine, and that it would give him a chance to call his family in China. But coming out of his room and being greeted with a cold, dark apartment, made Jun question his decision. He sighed, contemplating for a second whether he should simply return to his room instead of feeling the hollow emptiness of their shared dorm. But before he could make a decision, the doorbell rang.

He wasn’t expecting anyone, so the sudden shrill of the bell surprised him. Maybe it was one of the members, back early. Maybe Minghao and Joshua had decided to surprise him at the apartment. But when he looked at the screen of the camera system, he was greeted with a sight wholly unexpected. His breath hitched as he looked at you, your eyes staring straight at the camera, a warm smile on your face. Jun buzzed you in, jittery with nerves as he worried you might disappear or he might wake up. You had been talking about your crazy workload and extra assignments for the past few weeks, how on earth were you here?

This has to be a dream, he thought, standing in the open door and waiting for the tell-tale ping of the elevator. When he heard it, he couldn’t even wait for you to round the corner. In slippers, he sprinted down the hallway to the lift, coming face to face with you as you were trying to heave your luggage out. Jun cast it aside, picking you up and spinning you around. He buried his face in the side of your neck, breathing in the scent of your perfume and your skin.

“How are you here?” He whispered after a good few seconds of spinning and listening to your tinkling laugh.

“Well, you know, I bought a plane ticket, went to the airport in Hong Kong, I got on a plane—“ Jun interrupted you by picking you up again, proclaiming his happiness while you insisted that he finally put you down. If he had been a better man, he might’ve listened immediately. As it stood, it took the two of you several minutes to make it the short way from the elevator to his apartment door, Jun stopping every few seconds to give you another spin or a kiss.

Once you had finally made it safely inside, he brought your luggage to his room, before returning to the shared space and staring at you in fascination. There you were, right in front of him, leaning onto the counters of his dorm’s kitchen as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“How did you know I’d be home?” He asked and you giggled, presumably at his flabbergasted expression.

“I kind of asked the members for help…”

“What? Who?”

In hindsight, he thought he should’ve expected this. There had been a curious lack of invitations extended to him this year. Especially considering that Joshua and Minghao were still invited everywhere. And, thinking about it now, the fact that the two of them had insisted on spending the evening ‘outside’ without Jun had also been more than a little suspicious.

“Almost all of them helped coordinate it, actually. They all had to be in on it to some extent.”

“When did you start planning this?” He asked, making his way over to you. One last time, he picked you up, setting you down softly on the counter. This time you let him do as he pleased without protest, choosing to answer his question instead, “Like a month ago or so. When it started becoming clear that you’d have no chance to make it home this year.” Jun hummed in response, stepping closer to stand between your legs. His arms found their place around your waist.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he murmured, resting his head on your shoulder and sighing deeply when he felt you wrap your arms around him. He wished you could stay like this forever, or at least for a very, very long time. You turned your head, whispering that you had brought yuèbǐng from Shenzhen with you and he nodded automatically. Mentally, he was still focused only on your presence, the fact that he got to hold you in his arms and use his thumbs to draw absentminded circles on your waist. If he hadn’t been so focused on your body, he would’ve missed the small hitch of your breath as he exhaled against the column of your throat. He smirked lightly, murmuring something along the lines of ‘we can eat them later’ before attaching his lips to the place where your shoulder and neck met. You gasped, more audibly this time as he sucked on the sensitive skin, following the line of your collarbone. You tugged at his t-shirt, whispering that you should move to his bedroom but Jun smirked against your skin, slowly pushing up your shirt. As he tossed it over your head, he whispered, “Don’t worry, we’ve got the apartment to ourselves all night.”

He smoothed his hands under your thighs, grabbing onto your plush flesh and cursing the layer of your pants for stopping him from feeling your skin. Jun pulled you closer, to the edge of the counter, so that he could finally feel you pressed to him again, making his hands wander back up. He placed them on your waist, gingerly at first, as if you were going to vanish into thin air if he didn’t handle you with enough care. He still wasn’t sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination how you were sitting in front of him, hair and clothes messy from your flight, but your eyes shining so brightly he thought you were the most ethereal being on this planet. But when you bucked your hips forward against his, all that restrain flew out the window. He slid his hands lower from your waist, relishing in every inch of skin he got to touch along the way, before he settled them on your ass, encouraging your motions even further. Your arms tightened around him, one hand finding its way into his hair, the other toying with the collar of his t-shirt before slipping downwards and below the fabric to caress his back. He groaned, moving one hand - albeit reluctantly – away from your hips to tilt your head to the side. He was overwhelmed with your nearness, the swell of your breasts pressed against him, the smell of your skin filling his senses, spreading through him, expanding into every corner of his consciousness until all he could perceive was your presence, your breath, your skin on his.

You kissed him with so much vigour that he felt light-headed, the sparkle of your eyes encapsulated him, as if he was floating in space, surrounded by innumerable stars, twinkling around him. In his weightlessness, your hands were caressing him, still. You dropped them to the hem of his t-shirt, tracing along the exposed skin there as the rhythm of your hips never faltered.

You broke away, Jun following your lips with a whine. He wasn’t yet ready to leave your cosmos, but you pressed a soft hand against his chest, tugging his shirt off. Jun, personally, would have preferred to resume kissing you breathless right away, but you had other plans. Your hands returned to his chest, covering the expanse of his pectorals, gliding over the ridge of his shoulder, caressing every centimetre of skin while tracing the muscles across his torso. Every touch left a tingling feeling, pulling him deeper and deeper into your gravitation. His head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes screwed shut while he tried (and failed) to even out his breathing under your attentive ministrations. When your hands returned to his chest and you flicked against his nipples tentatively, his head dropped forward in defeat, colliding with your shoulder.

He was breathing more heavily than he’d like to admit, as if he really was slowly rising through the atmosphere, the air becoming thinner and thinner. His cock was painfully hard, you grinding against it deliciously with every roll of your hips. Separated by way too many layers, Jun thought dimly before tapping against your ass, signalling for you to lift your hips off the counter.

You complied easily, leaning back in a way that allowed him to strip you of your comfy leggings. He watched you shudder at the feeling of cool marble under your skin, goosebumps forming at the sensation. Reverently, he let his hands glide up and down your legs, watching you shiver again, just from his touch. He hadn’t even realised that he had lowered himself down until one of your hands grabbed for his hair and tilted his head back.

Ripped out of his reverie, Jun stared up at you, towering over him, backlit by the kitchen lights. If it hadn’t meant leaving your reach, Jun would have fallen to his knees right this second. In this light, you looked like a higher being, come to cast divine judgement on him, a final reckoning. Jun found he would have taken any verdict, as long as it meant preserving your attention. He would have obliged any command, taken any punishment with equanimity. He would have taken Prometheus’ place, if it meant he could bask in your presence for another moment. He would suffer any acrimony, any scorn, any tribulation, if it meant your gaze would continue to rest on him like this – zeroed in on his face, your expression soft with adoration. He didn’t have to fear any judgment. The only thing written on your face was love. It was mirroring his own, he was sure, from where he was pleading for you attention from between your legs. You wouldn’t let him out of your sight, your fingers tugging at his hair with purpose. He angled his head, a miniscule movement, just enough to allow him to breathe a kiss against the inside of your thigh, a fluttering promise of continuation. If you let him. You loosened your grip, and Jun took it as the invitation that it was. His path mapped over the fat of your thigh, spilling over his kitchen counters, up one leg, down the other. All the while, he didn’t break eye contact, watching your expression crackle and slip, pleasure and frustration mixing in even measures as you breathed a plea, “Qīn'ài de, you’re teasing.”

His breathing became uneven, for just a second, at the term of endearment. You didn’t need to spell out your request. He could see it in the rise and fall of your chest, the sounds sneaking their way past your lips, the shifting of your hips – almost involuntary. The vision of you before him blurred as he tried to hear the rest of your declaration over the rushing in his ears. Your legs twitched under his hands; he didn’t remember when he had moved them there. But now they were here, holding your legs apart, leaving imprints in your flesh where they pressed against you. Jun searched your face for any sign of hesitance, any doubt, but he found none. All he could find was a sense of desperation clawing its way up your throat, leaving a blooming blush in its wake.

He still continued holding your gaze when he pressed his mouth to your core, pushing his tongue against the wet spot on your underwear. You gasped a little, hands twisting in his hair, the slight pain grounding him in this moment. His hands continued kneading your flesh, wandering, in feverish haste, across every expanse of skin they could cover. Above him, you writhed and moaned, his name leaving your lips as if you were now the one praying. Your head had tilted back slightly, breaking eye contact. But Jun’s gaze never left your face, drinking in every expression as he pushed your panties to the side to gain proper access to your sopping core.

“OhmygodJun,” you breathed, head lolling to the side when his tongue swirled around your most sensitive spot. One hand moved from your ass to your core, probing at your entrance just to feel you clench around him, hear the sharp intake of your breath. You tipped backwards, resting on your elbows as his name continued to tumble off your lips into the still air of the apartment. Jun’s other hand moved upwards, taking no care in pushing your sports bra out the way to grab at your breasts, pinching your nipples intermittently. He watched your chest heave as he slipped two fingers past your entrance at once, his tongue lapping between them, desperate to taste as much of you as possible. Your hands kept pushing him closer and closer, until his every sense was filled with you. Your taste on his tongue, your panting breath in his ears, the plush feeling of your thighs around his head. He moaned against your core.

Jun felt your high approach, maybe knew it was coming before you yourself even did, the way he could read your body in this moment, with how every fibre of his being was honed in on you and your pleasure.

“Jun, bǎobèi, I’m…”

His hand slid down to your waist, squeezing reassuringly. Jun felt you constrict around his digits, your moans growing louder and more desperate. He kept pressing his fingers into that spot that had you squeeze around him, kept his mouth sucking on your clit, humming at the flavour of you, until you peaked. You came with a cry of his name that made his chest swell with pride. Your thighs shut around his head like a vice, your hand evidently torn between wanting to pull him away and push him closer. Jun remained pressed to your core, lazily lapping at your release until your legs relaxed and he gained enough freedom of movement to lean back and search for your gaze.

Even though he had spent minutes staring at the ethereal picture of you earlier, he was still taken aback by your beauty: your hair even messier, your face blushed, your eyes glazed over in the hazy afterglow. He pressed another kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“How are you feeling, my love?”

It took you a few moments to answer him, calming your breath. A moment of which he took advantage to return to his full height, leaving kisses up your body on his way there. Once he was face to face with you, he brushed your hair out of your face, looking at you with devotion. You smiled back, softly, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and immediately causing a warm shiver to run down the length of his body. There you were, in his arms, gazing at him with love, bestowing him with whatever divine favour slumbered in your presence.

You leaned in closer, letting your breath ghost over his skin for a second before whispering, “I need you.”

Jun was sure he was about to malfunction. The way his body reacted instantly, unbidden, must have been proof of your power. He couldn’t suppress the groan that rose to the surface, betraying his helplessness in the face of you. But you only smiled, sliding off the counter, tossing your bra to the side, and leaning into him.

“I know you need me too, baby,” you susurrated against the shell of his ear, your hand falling to his crotch, smoothing over the outline of his cock against his sweatpants. Jun gasped when you gave his balls a squeeze, trailing your fingers back up, pressing them into his slit, already oozing with precum and staining his pants. He felt like melting, like he was Icarus and you were the sun, with the notable exception that your radiance was warm and welcoming. It didn’t burn him, it only made him feel soft, welcome, malleable. He melted at your touch, moulded himself to the shape of you.

Although Jun felt it was very much stating the obvious, he conceded, “I want you so bad.”

You smiled, discarding your panties in a swift motion, before turning around and bending over the surface.

“Then come get me.”

He only stared, transfixed by the way your muscles moved under your skin, how the warm kitchen light of his home cascaded over you, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief when you turned around to smirk at him. Jun’s mind was still fighting with the fact that you were real, you were here, and you were his. You cocked an eyebrow, watching him like a cat watched its supper. When he still continued to stare, your eyes darkened, beckoning him with intensity. You wiggled your ass at him, pushing it back so it grazed his throbbing dick. As you threatened to pull away again, Jun’s hands flew to your hips. You yelped at the sudden strength with which he gripped you, pulling you back against him once more, grinding down against your ass with such verve that your head dropped forward. A long groan escaped you as Jun crowded you against the counter, pushing you down and leaning over your back.

“You need me, huh?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically while meeting his thrusts, moaning his name again and again, and growing more breathless by the second. Jun wanted to tease you, he really did. He wanted to ask you how bad you needed him. He wanted to force you to be more specific, to hear you say how you needed to feel his cock inside you, hitting that spot over and over again. He wanted to make your pretty lips form all those filthy words, say his name, beg for him. But it had been months since he had seen you in person, it felt like an eternity had passed since his skin was last allowed to touch yours, a lifetime since he heard you whimper and moan and pant for him like this. So, he forewent any more teasing. Instead, Jun simply shoved his sweatpants and underwear down his legs, freeing his cock.

You whined at the sound of it hitting his abs, wiggling your ass again and breathing out his name in that way he would never grow tired of. He grinned, sliding his dick through your slick, nipping its tip against your clit, once, twice, three times. So many times that you whimpered, an indistinguishable string of supplications, whines of baby, please please please leaving your lips. Your forehead was pressed against the counter now, as if the cold, hard surface helped ground you in reality while Jun had his way with you.

When, finally, he slipped into you, both of you sighed. You voices mixing in the air of the kitchen that seemed to have been growing thinner by the second. Jun’s breathing was growing ragged, and he could tell you weren’t faring much better than him. He started moving, slowly at first, testing the waters and, yes, possibly also to rile you up a little more. But when you clenched around him, any self-control was thrown out the window. His hands on your lower back were shoving you down against the ice-cold surface, making you hiss. His hips snapping against your ass as he searched for that spot that would make you drool over the marble countertops.

“Fuck… yes! Baby, right there,” you groaned when he found it.

Jun leaned back down over you, his front pressed against your back, his hot breath by your ear, whispered prayers of your name escaping him. He drove into that spot relentlessly, repeatedly until you lost all function of speech, reduced only to swears and his name. Jun mirrored your vocabulary, one hand sneaking around your body to find your clit again and rub punishing circles. With the added stimulation of his hand, the pressure of his weight, and the way his cock was hitting that spongy part inside you again and again, you felt your pleasure crest alarmingly fast.

“Junjunjunjunjun,” you breathed, but, again, he somehow had known before you what was coming. His groans surrounded you, your perception narrowed to just the feeling and sound of him.

“Hold on a little longer, baby,” he breathed, and you barely registered it. Just nodding for the sake of nodding, praying his own release would find him fast.

“Doing so well, baby. So good for me,” he continued, almost to himself, baiting your release even more.

A few agonising, timeless moments passed until, “That’s it, let go. Come for me, baby. Come with me.”

Immediately, you released a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper, you head falling forward again as your whole body tensed up. Jun followed your example, his head dropping against your shoulder as he drove his cock into you, prolonging both of your releases as much as possible, until the sensitivity forced him to pull out. He remained folded over you, so close that he could feel his cum drip out of you, landing on the kitchen floor with a small splat. The air felt too thin for any movement, so he remained draped over you, his thumb drew circles on your lower back until you returned to him, mumbling his name.

“Are you alright, qīn'ài de?”

You nodded almost imperceptibly, your hair sticking to the nape of your neck. Jun brushed it to the side, leaving a small peck where it had been.

“Nooo,” you whined, “I’m sweaty.”

“I don’t care,” he replied, matter-of-factly, smoothing his hand down your back one last time before peeling himself off you to get some tissue. His heart tore a little at the weak whine you let out in response to his absence.

“Don’t worry, I’m just trying to take care of you.”

You only whined more when he wiped the rest of your combined release from between your legs before also cleaning the floor. He caught your eyes from over your shoulder, smiling softly, and leaving another kiss on your back. After getting rid of the tissue, he pulled you off the counter, wrapping you up in his arms.

“You were amazing. I love you.”

He could hear the smile in your voice when you replied, “So were you, bǎobèi.”

“I can’t believe you’re really here…”

“I missed you something fierce,” you said by way of explanation.

“Me too. I miss you every day. Every hour.”

To his confusion, you smiled warmly at his pout, one hand caressing along the side of his face until it came to rest on his collarbone. You leaned in, lips ghosting against his in a silent promise, “Then let’s make the most of right now.”

Jun grinned, bending down to pick you up, laughing at the surprised yelp you let out.

“What on earth are you doing, Wen Junhui!”

“I think it’s time for a bath.”

“That is not what I was trying to insinuate!”

He wiggled his eyebrows, feeling his heart sore at your scandalised expression. Resting his forehead against yours, his eyes searched for yours, holding their stare for a few moments. With a smile on his lips and in his voice he murmured, “I don’t care what exactly we do in the bath, as long as we do it together.”

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Hello... It's me 🌸 I've made up my mind. I want to subject everyone to my terrible taste in men... Would you be willing to write an (utapri) Camus where he's both a sub and a top? 🙏 I'm greedy... I trust your spicy hands.

Animalistic

A/N: I will do my best. I have a very particular preference in mind. Thank you for being greedy. It makes me just as…

tags: Issei x Camus, crotch stepping, blowjobs, I'm pushing closer to the line I drew in the sand wc: 1.1k+

There is a common misconception with ‘top’ and ‘bottom’. Not all tops are dominant. They aren’t all big scary wolves and they aren’t all commanding. Not all bottoms are submissive. They don’t all have the desire to be chased like damsels in horror movies. And not all bottoms want to be led around on a leash, crawling on their hands and knees. For some people the roles are reversed. But being a submissive top doesn’t make you less of a top. You just find it easier to gain pleasure from having someone tell you what they want and how they want it.

A small hotel room rented for a single night. The claim of ‘we missed the last train’ just to get something cheap and quick without suspicion or unnecessary questions. It was hard to make room in a busy schedule for ‘playtime’. But there is a certain threshold where ‘too little��� can cause a tension that can’t be ignored any longer. 

“You’re so disgusting.”  

The words cut through the air, mixed with a soft grunt from Camus. Issei crossed his arms over his chest, the royal blue leash tight in his fist. The application of pressure was light, only increasing when he noticed Camus starting to relax. “Is this what you’re into? Hm? Having your crotch stepped on?” He asked with a small tilt of his head. Shiny black Stacy Adams, digging into the khaki covered erection of a famous idol. Camus stared down at Issei’s foot. Watching it roll and massage the sensitive space. His hips struggled not to buck with excitement. Camus instead swallowed back his sounds with an expression that screamed desperate. Alabaster cheeks now flushed red along with the tips of his ears where his hair was tucked back.  

“I asked you a question.” Issei reminded sternly, giving the leash a firm tug that caused Camus' neck to jerk forward. His eyes widened and he looked up at Issei now. Soft and delicate blue, shiny and glazed over met with an intense, burning amber that hardened with focus. “I’m sorry-” 

“That isn’t an answer.” Issei lifted his foot, glancing down as a smile began to cross his lips. The best part about pale brown khakis is that if they get wet, it’s much more obvious. A small soaked patch had formed where the tip of his cock was behind the cotton twill and zipper prison. “I… Yes, I do like-” Camus halted, his voice becoming airy and light as the foot returned. “I like when you step on my cock…” Issei wouldn’t correct the specifics. Not right now at least.  

His freckled hand now outstretched, and rested on the top of Camus’ head as he massaged his foot against the submissive man’s penis. “Good boy. Good answer.” He cooed and gently massaged the blond’s scalp. He listened to the idol pant with a small rut of his hips. Camus was easier to motivate with praise. But Issei was unfortunately not in the mood or prepared for anything intense tonight. They agreed on letting off some steam. Not all of it. That was for another time. Issei wrapped the leash around his fist, once, twice, and finally pulled his foot away. There was a sound of discontent from the idol. Of course, due to the lack of pressure where he needed it most.  

Before any complaints or begging could be heard, there was another rough yank. Issei wasn’t as strong or built as Camus. But with their roles of owner and pet, just a tug of a leash and the blond knew what to do. The idol now stood on his knees, his face burying itself into the crotch of the salaryman. The red blush remained as he absently licked and kissed the growing erection while steadying himself with the use of his hands on Issei’s thigh. Issei’s breath hitched in his throat as he watched, listening to the blond whine and whimper. Camus tightened his grip, his hips rolling and rutting against the leg he was given. There was a soft sigh escaping the red heads lips as he scratched at his pet’s scalp once more. Silent encouragement to continue.  

Camus used on of his hands to tug at the salaryman’s belt. The clink of metal jingled, joining harmoniously with the sounds of hungry kissing and licking. Amber eyes watched impatiently, and Issei’s legs began to tremble. It wasn’t that he couldn’t make time to masturbate. But having a warm, wet mouth from someone so obedient was far better than a lube slicked palm. There was a flash of enchantment on the blond’s face. His warm breath ghosting over cotton fabric boxers, and a thin strip of sensitive, tanned skin. The red head parted his lips, a burning sensation filling his face and he prepared to speak. But it became wasted breath in his throat as Camus tugged the fabric aside to get what he wanted from the man before him.  

His tongue was soft and plush, gliding elegantly over the velvety shaft. Licking and gasping softly before taking it into his mouth. Camus began bobbing his head slowly, tilting his head to let Issei’s cock jut against the side of his cheek. The wet slurping and sucking sounds paired with such an erotic sight made Issei’s face burn. His hands gripped the side of the idol’s head as he started to hunch over. Clutching tightly as he rocked his hips into Camus’ face. His hands began to bunch the long, silky strands of hair in his grip to keep them out of the pet’s face. Sweat beaded at his temple, rolling down the side of his face as the feeling of Camus rutting against his leg hastened. The idol settled on his knees, legs parting as he began to pull his own belt free. Only for a moment did his head slow. 

“Oh, don’t stop.” Issei whined as his hips humped against the idols face. There was a low growl from the blond, vibrating through Issei’s body as he allowed his face to be used. Rubbing his tongue against the salaryman’s cock and allowing his jaw to fall slack. There was something about giving up the control. Something about knowing he could provide pleasure simply through the act of following directions. It was like a game. One they both willingly played and enjoyed. The red head’s freckled hands gripped tighter and tighter to the blond’s head. His cock had started to pulsate but he couldn’t help but feel dissatisfied by knowing things would come to an end. At least for tonight. There was an attempt to pull his hips away. But the idol had used one of his large hands to grip onto the salaryman’s waist from above. His thumb digging into Issei’s stomach, applying an intense pressure.  

His knees buckled, then caved. Issei gripped at Camus, hands thrashing to grab for some kind of purchase as he felt a shiver shoot up his spine. Electrocuting his nerves as Camus continued with renewed vigor. A ‘wait’ bubbled passed the salaryman’s lips. Flashes of white darted through his vision and a shaky stutter of his hips. Issei’s legs began to feel heavy and gelatinous. Being caught with the help of Camus’ other (and stickier) hand. The pulses of his cock pushed low huffs out of him from excitement of finishing. His mouth suddenly cotton dry as he started to frown. If Camus didn’t have his mouth full, he would start to complain about Issei being so light from not eating properly.  

But that was something to worry about later.  

[total-killer-brainrot]

Warmed Up

“You get off on getting stabbed? I wonder… if I finished the job, would you cum?” You trailed the blade over his adam’s apple, feeling him gulp under the sharp metal. His hips rutted upwards into you. Grinding against you through your clothes. His lips were parted and his breath came out as hitched gasps. You cleaned close and grinned at him. “Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you… if I gutted you right… now…”

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Johnny lures in a new victim on the side of the road. Little does he know she is also a serial killer. And she is not one to be underestimated.

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 2,284. Ship: Johnny Slaughter x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Submissive Johnny, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Knife Play, Threats, Degrading Kink, Praise Kink, Riding, Vaginal Sex, Grinding, Orgasm Denial, Bratting, Dom/sub Undertones, Public Sex

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Hurt Pride: Part 1 | 2 | 3

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Your fingers tapped in tune to the radio. The lyrics mumbled through your parted lips. It was so hot. You hated Texas. It was all endless nothing and baking sun. Perspiration dripped down your forehead as you sighed. Only a couple more days and you would be out of this state. Maybe settle down in California. Or even up north. Just somewhere new. Where no one recognised you. That was the plan at least. Something up the road caught your eye. Heat waves making you squint to make it out.

In the hazy distance you spotted a truck, and what looked like a man waving, silhouetted in the setting sun. Your lips curled into a smirk. Perfect. It had been too long since you had scratched that itch. And what better time than in the middle of nowhere with no witnesses. You leaned for your glove box, taking the large knife from the box and sliding it into the back of your belt right as you pulled up to the stranded man. As you hopped out of your old car you eyed him warily. Sizing him up. He was a big guy, strong too. But surprisingly, those types usually went down the fastest. Always relying on their strength and ego that by the time a blade was lodged into their throat it was too late for all those muscles to help.

“Oh! Thank you so much… I’ve been out here for hours… was wondering if you could give me a jump start. Or even a ride into town if that's not too much trouble..” You did like his accent. Thick and southern but with a slight grit to it. Scratchy and pleasing when it reached your ears. But there was something about his eyes. Maybe it was the dimming light, but the darkness in those pupils ignited something deeply familiar to you. Like… a predator. Sizing you up as his prey. You had gone so long without feeling that uneasy sensation in your gut. But you knew how dangerous it would be to push it down and ignore it. This man was not to be trusted. Though, neither were you.

You kept your distance from the man as he stepped closer. Making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You rested your hand on your hip, in easy reach of your favourite blade. If this had to be quick, so be it. You preferred to savour your victims. But something about this man unsettled you so deeply.

He held out his hand for you. “Names Johnny. I’m sorry to bother you so late.” This guy was sloppy. His grin was far too toothy. Too menacing. He needed to work on his social act. Something you knew you had perfected long ago. You gave him your sweetest smile and stepped closer.

“No bother at all… what can I do for you?” You knew how to play a target just as much as you knew how to end one. And this would-be killer was none the wiser. You could practically see the excitement in his eyes as you happily followed him away from the safety of your car, to the front of his. Normally you would never let yourself be led into such an obvious trap, but you weren't worried. When he met your blade you would relish the surprise on his face.

As predictable as every other man who had crossed you, once the two of you were outside of view of the road, he grabbed you. Gripping your arm and pulling you closer with a low growl.

“Now don’t you dare move, sugar. I don’t wanna gut you just yet.”

You couldn’t help it. You scoffed. His knife wasn’t even close enough to you yet to be even remotely dangerous. Before he could move any closer, or question your attitude to being threatened, you drew your own blade and plunged it deep in his upper thigh. He yelled and stumbled back against his truck. Hitting the door heavily and very nearly losing his footing. You chuckled as you turned to face him. Reaching for your knife and twisting it harshly before tugging it out. Making him gasp in pain.

“You’re sloppy. You should work on your technique.” You cooed as he slid to the ground. Crouching down as he gripped his leg. Gritting his teeth as he stared down at the blood seeping into his dark jeans. “I saw you play a mile away, buddy.” You tilted the knife under his chin. Forcing him to meet your eyes. To your surprise, instead of fear in his eyes, he looked excited. Aroused even. You raised an eyebrow skeptically as you watched him stare at you in awe.

“Not often a pretty lady bests me…” he bit lip as he gazed up at you. Eyes dark with desire. You tensed as one bloody hand reached for you. But it just rested on your outer thigh, sliding up to meet the hem of your shorts. “Not often a pretty lady survives…”

You can’t deny his voice, and his tone, are doing something for you. You had a rule about not fucking your victims. It typically just gets messy. But hey, there was never a rule against fucking another serial killer. You grinned at him. Leaning close and kissing him rough. Keeping the blade pressed close to his throat. A warning. He groaned into your mouth, you could feel his blood on your cheek as he cupped your face. Pulling you closer with a strangely possessive growl.

Suddenly the hand on your thigh slid up to grip your hip. Pulling you into his lap roughly. From this position it was very easy to tell how hard he was. It made you laugh.

“You get off on getting stabbed? I wonder… if I finished the job, would you cum?” You trailed the blade over his adam’s apple, feeling him gulp under the sharp metal. His hips rutted upwards into you. Grinding against you through your clothes. His lips were parted and his breath came out as hitched gasps. You cleaned close and grinned at him. “Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you… if I gutted you right… now…” an embarrassingly high moan escaped him, making you chuckle. “Big bad killer. Nothing more than a needy slut. You want someone to beat you. You need the challenge.”

You moved to get off him. But he gripped your wrist. Tugging you back and holding you in place. Even if you had the upper hand, he was still stronger than you. No amount of skill with a blade could beat pure brawn. You tried to twist your wrist free but his grip was iron.

“You ain’t leaving, sweetheart. No way you get to be a tease, make me all hot and bothered, then leave me helpless on the side of the road?” His face contorted in mock pain and betrayal. “You stabbed me for pete's sake! That ain’t fair!” He rolled his hips upwards once again, hitting a spot that made you bite your lower lip. “Besides… I know you want it too…” You didn’t know that you were so easy to read. But he was right. It had been so long. Alone on the road, hopping from place to place. Killing was all fun and good, but it had been forever since you’d been even remotely intimate with anyone. You could always just kill him after. Heck, maybe during. That was always fun.

You dug your blade deeper into his neck, feeling it break the skin ever so slightly. Blood dripping down to soak his collar. And he fucking whimpered. Eyes fluttering closed as he rutted up into you. You grinded down on him roughly just to make him moan, then lifted your hips and scowled down at him.

“Get my shorts off. Hurry. Less time I spend doing this the better.” You honestly would have preferred to take your time and enjoy this, but you couldn’t let him get the upper hand on you. If he thought he could take control of the situation you would be dead in a ditch in minutes.

Johnny nodded quickly. His hands shaky as he reached for your short zipper. You liked that. Liked that he was nervous. Anxious to get inside you. You trailed the blade down his cheek. Smirking as you met his eyes and watched him look away.

“Oh don’t be embarrassed, Johnny baby…” You leaned forward to kiss him, lifting your hips so he could slide your shorts and panties down your thighs. Discarding them somewhere along the dusty road. You nodded for him to start on his own pants. Which he did. Oh so obediently. “Good boy…” You purred in his ear. Laughing when you felt him shudder beneath you. You could feel how hard he was, pressed against your thigh. You slid yourself against his cock slowly, teasingly. Watching his head drop back against the door of his truck as your slick ran down his length. Proof that you were enjoying this little roadside interaction just as much as he was. You keep your eyes steady on his face. Watching him lose himself in the minor touches.

“You act this desperate with every girl you pull over?” You scoffed. Digging the blade deeper into his skin as he whined. Struggling to draw his focus to you again.

“Just… just you, sugar…” he mumbled. Voice shaky with need. You fully believed him. You could tell this guy prided himself on his kills. His ability to overpower people, probably usually women. You had no doubt that this was the first time anyone had gotten the best of him, and that it had ever led to this.

Finally you lifted yourself up, allowing him to slide inside you. Settling down on top of him at your own pace. Ignoring him when he tried to rut up into you. A happy sigh escaping you as he filled you so wonderfully. That seemed to please him. He was cute as he realised that you were enjoying his cock just as much as he was enjoying being inside you. You rolled your hips slowly. Just riding the fullness of your position. Ignoring his little grunts as he tried to buck you and force you to go faster. You were surprised he hadn’t held you down and moved you exactly how he wanted you. He was being surprisingly well behaved.

You dragged your slightly bloodied blade down his chest. Slicing his old shirt clean in half. Before trailing it back up to tease his nipple with the sharp point. Making his breath hitch in his throat and his cock twitch inside you. You leaned forward to kiss him deeply. Your teeth catching his bottom lip as you started to properly ride him. His hands drifted up your thighs to rest on your hips. His grip bruising as he used you as leverage to keep your rhythm. Rocking up to meet you with every firm thrust. He groaned against your lips, then once again louder when you bit down hard. The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth and you smirked as he whined pathetically.

“You cum before me, pretty boy, and I slit your throat.” You purred in his ear. Grinning as he shuddered beneath you. He couldn’t even speak anymore. So lost in his own pain and pleasure. Your steady movements faltered as you felt his long fingers feel for your clit. His thumb flicked over you skillfully and your head dropped back with a long moan. He was good. You’d never in a million years tell him that. But he clearly knew what he was doing. Briefly you wondered how many other women had had a night of endless pleasure with him, only to have it cut short at the end. You would be different. You were sure of that.

Your peak neared much faster than you were expecting. Your eyes widened with a gasp as you felt your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Sparks flew up your spine as you arched your back against his firm chest.

“Fuck…” You heard him utter from beneath you. Struggling to hold back as your insides fluttered around him. You grinned down at him, rolling your hips to see if you could get him to beg. Your blade dragging up the side of his neck slowly. “Not bad, hot stuff.” You pecked his cheek, and just as you watched the hope swell in his eyes, you swiftly stood off him. Laughing and skipping away from his hands as he reached out to grab you.

Your fingers threaded through his dark hair and tugged his head forward, watching his lips part, about to let out yet another pathetic, needy moan. Then you shoved him back, slamming his head against the door of his old truck. You weren’t quite strong enough to knock him out, but he was dazed for sure. Vision spinning as he watched you slide your shorts up your legs again. He groaned and you smirked as he grasped for you again.

“Darlin’... you can’t… you can’t just leave me like this… come on now.” He called after you as you headed for your own car. “You fucked my leg… now you gon’ leave me high and dry in the middle of nowhere?” You heard him slam his fist into the dirt behind you.

“Hey if you manage to make it back to civilization alive, come find me.” As you slammed the door to your car shut you heard him swearing at you. Poor baby. Had never been so easily played in his life.

“I don’ even know your name!”

[bfictioncorner]

Harsher (Corey x Reader)

Media: Halloween Ends (2022)

Characters: Corey Cunningham x reader (reader’s gender not really mentioned, but written from a femme sort of perspective) (PRE-events of the movie, but POST-2019)

Rating: R or 18+ BECAUSE NO MINORS! Duh, get outta here if you’re not an adult!

CW: Submissive!Corey, (Dom!Reader, I guess, though it’s not an arranged thing), blood mentions/bloodplay, humiliation, dubcon maybe? kinda?, mentions of mugging, name calling, choking... that’s all I can remember...

Notes: Hello, I write a lot, but don’t know how to format for fics, so, sorry. And yes, we know Boy Harsher did a song for the Halloween Ends soundtrack, but their songs “Pain” and “Lust” are perfect--listen to those when you read this.

I hope this turns out okay...

Tagging @nachtmahr666

“Pain, I love pain…”

——

He was sweet, albeit probably more troubled than you would ever know, but that’s what made little rare glimpses of his smile all the more enticing. It wasn’t the feeling of butterflies or blushing when you saw his shy little face, glasses sliding down his nose. No doubt, he was always outwardly polite, though awkward, in public, and would probably be an absolute gentleman on a date. But that was just it. You couldn’t help it, something about the way his eyes looked glassy and innocent under those big round rims… Something about the way he looked down when he smiled, all bashful… Oh, and how he smiled, the way those soft, thick lips creased into such a sweet grin. You would get caught up in daydreams, imagining what it would be like to press your thumb onto his lower lip, and continue onto his tongue. Or what those lips looked like when formed into a pained and panting “O” shape, breathing hard in a rush of lust while pinned to the floor. 

You would shake your head, trying to pry such questionable thoughts from your mind while working. It was bad enough to consider what fantasizing about Corey Cunningham, the “Psycho Killer Babysitter”, said about you. The truth was, he had been through so much, like a kicked puppy, that thinking about him in that way seemed so wrong.

But there was one day… One day that changed things. Opened things up.

Last shift of the day at your small-time cafe was almost over, and you had pretty much finished closing. It wasn’t too bad, as the owners didn’t like to keep long hours, so you usually wrapped around 7:00 PM. You had turned all but the overnight lights off, ready to head out for a stroll to the nearby tavern, when you saw him again. There was Corey, walking very gingerly across the street, one arm crossed over his chest, and the other rubbing his forehead. Most days you would see him take the same path to the corner store on the strip. He usually had his bike, or maybe a folded open book in one hand, so people wouldn’t bother him on his way. But this evening he seemed different; he looked hurt.

Dashing out of the front door, you spotted what looked like blood on his lip and collar. You had to check on him. “Uh, hey!” you called, still across the street. “Corey? Hey, are you okay?”

Despite knowing who he was (Who didn’t anymore?), and sort of knowing him in high school, it struck you that maybe he wasn’t as familiar with you. He glanced up timidly, brows furrowing in uncertainty.

“Are you okay?” you asked again.

Without many other solid options, he crossed the empty street, coming your way. You could more clearly see all the damage, at least not covered by clothes: a busted lip, a cut on his brow, a deeper cut on the bridge of his nose, and an already-purple cheekbone.

Embarrassment in his eyes, he looked down to the ground. “I got mugged by some drunk assholes hanging out in the park.” 

You carefully reached out a hand to his chin, tilting his head so slightly to inspect the injuries. To your surprise, his eyes fluttered shut and he let out a little hum. His minute reaction sent a shiver through you.

“Come in,” you offered. “I haven’t locked up just yet. You should take care of all these.”

His eyes opened back up, looking at you meekly from behind his crooked frames. “Ah, no. Thank you, though. It’s fine. The nose is fine. Nothing’s broken. I just need to get home.”

Something within you stirred, pushing you to act on your intrusive thoughts. Gently, at first, you grabbed his shirt just below the collar where the button met. Gradually, you balled the fabric into your fist a little tighter, and let your thumb brush against his neck.

“You need to fix all that up,” you went on, sternly. 

It was a gamble at what kind of reaction you were going to elicit, but you didn’t hate what you got. Corey’s already-wide eyes grew bigger, brows lightly raising up. His posture softened, like he was relaxing. With your thumb still on his throat, you felt him swallow.

“Corey, you’re going to let me take care of you, right?” It was less of a question and more of a sugar-dusted command. 

He gave a small nod.

“Yes?” you confirmed, coercing him to give you a verbal answer.

“Yes. Please. Thank you.”

The exchange on paper sounded so simple. But every word, every question of the interaction was punctuated with tension. Maybe how you felt wasn’t such a one-sided thing.

The two of you slid back into the meager storefront, and into the back room. It was part-storage and part-office, but also where the first aid kit lived. 

“Sit.” You gestured to the old chair against the wall as you rummaged through a shelf for the kit.

Even as he scrambled to take a seat, Corey seemed nervous, but not in the way one would expect from someone who just got jumped. His movements looked as if he was aiming to follow every instruction rigidly, properly. 

Turning back to face him, you noticed this time, in the pallid lighting, a cut on the side of his neck. It wasn’t as deep or threatening as the ones on his face, but it was long and jagged.

“Head up,” you instructed, tapping his chin again. As he complied, you admired what sharp features he had. They often seemed to go overlooked by the fact that his demeanor was so soft, accompanied by messy curls. (Curls, you noted, that five years ago, he used to keep combed to the side like a do-good scoutmaster. Another shiver up your spine.)

“This will sting,” you spoke gently, but without apology. 

As you applied a disinfectant to the cut, Corey let out a small, pained grunt. Maybe more of a whine. He reached his arms behind the chair to brace himself. While a little wince would have been natural for most anyone, his reaction was accompanied by a heavy breathing rising in his chest. You tried not to think too hard about it, or act hastily, so you went ahead and applied the bandaid over the cut, smoothing it out with the focused press of your thumb. There was no denying the moan he let out at that firm touch, eyes fluttering once more, teeth biting into his bloodied, tender lip.

He caught himself, embarrassed. “I–I–That doesn’t happen. I’m sor–” 

But there was no recovering from the obvious: a deep blush on his bruised cheeks, a dewey forehead, and most of all, the tightening around the crotch of his pants. His eyes started to well up, caught in the shame of it all. 

You pressed your thumb harder into the spot you bandaged. Small beads of blood rose from the adhesive, but the response was not a pained one. In fact, Corey seemed delightfully, though timidly, surprised. A corner of his mouth curled up slowly with satisfaction, though he dropped it quickly, uncertain if it was allowed. 

“You seem okay,” you started to almost coo at him, thumb still in place. You spread the rest of your fingers out, letting them scratch the nape of his neck and tangle in his curly, brown hair. He whimpered softly, following his response with a sensual lick of blood on his lower lip.

“Corey?” you prompted him. “Does this… feel good?” Your fingers curled tighter in his hair, giving a solid tug at this point.

He tried to nod, but could barely move from your grasp. 

“Can you tell me?” You bent your knee and pressed it hard against his undeniable erection between his splayed legs.

He whimpered louder this time, almost a yelp. “Yes,” he finally managed out, breathily. “Yes, ma’am.”

You roughly let go of his head, trying to not let his cranium knock the wall behind him, but not making an act of babying him at all. The heat between your own legs was starting to become overwhelming, making you nearly woozy. 

“No,” he muttered. “Please, don’t stop doing that.”

There went your knee, pushing even further against his hardness under tight fabric. Just like in all your perverse daydreams, you brought a hand to his face, and rubbed a thumb to his dripping-wet lip, smearing the blood. Wantonly, Corey slipped his lips around your thumb, sucking and sliding his tongue around it like he would never let go. It was as if he wanted to feed off of you, take in your taste, all while being at the mercy of your harsh touch. 

“Messy boy,” you chastised, allowing a small grin to escape. You slipped your hand from his mouth, being sure to drag the lines of blood down his neck. He looked pretty, like putty in your hands.

Shifting around, you came to a kneeling position between his legs. He over-eagerly spread his lap a little more open, as far as the chair would allow. With a nuanced glance, you took note of, despite having a fairly thin frame, how Corey’s thighs were thicker and more solid than expected.

Without any warning, you gruffly tugged at his waistband, waiting for a protest just in case it was too much. He squirmed, blushing from the thrill, and still bracing his hands behind the chair. It was for support, yes, but it was also as if he wanted the lack of control—as if he wanted to be bound there. Further you shucked the coarse jean material from his legs, until they were around his shins. There was something deliciously humiliating about him letting you expose him, no control, all lust in his glistening dark eyes.

“Did your mother buy you these?” you asked teasingly, poking fun at his white briefs, which barely contained his straining erection.

He nodded, turned on by the shame. 

You grabbed his chin once more, squeezing his cheeks harder this time. “That’s cute,” you spoke in a dark, hushed tone. He winced at the pressure on his bruising. You were definitely drawing blood and tears now. Corey still didn’t protest, at least not in the way you expected.

“Please, harder,” he choked out, in a meek, tired voice. He actually released a hand from behind him, momentarily, to guide your hand back to his throat.

He was pushing your buttons by having the audacity to beg you. It was incredible how quickly this rapport had escalated. Might as well take advantage of it.

“Say it again. Beg me,” you commanded.

“Please…” he exhaled, desperate for the rush, for the start of the release.

This was fun. Who knew the evening would go down like this? 

“Good boy,” you complimented, voice still cold with an undercurrent of cheekiness.

Corey squeezed his eyes shut as your careful fingers braced the soft sides of his throat, framing his Adam’s Apple. A few curls tumbled in fluffy strands over his eyes, gathering moisture from sweat and tears. His timid little sounds grew into more unrestrained grunts of pleasure. As your other hand wandered over to toy with his length, you felt the warm wetness that clung to his underwear. It was already too much for him. Immediately, your grip went from his neck to the crown of his head, clutching his brown hair.

“I didn’t tell you you could do that yet,” you whispered sharply, right into his ear. “That was bad.” Every word you spoke had a bite.

You rose, backing up to get a look at poor, spent Corey. He was so much messier than when you found him. He continued to lap up the blood smeared around his face, all the while trying to cover his bare thighs and wet crotch.

“Pathetic,” you huffed, feeling the rush of arousal, but wondering if the name-calling was too much. It wasn’t as if you established safe words and boundaries. This all just happened in the heat of the moment (fucked up as it was). 

“I’m—I’m sorry,” his voice trembled, half-fearful, half-pleasurable. “Do what you want… I’m sorry I was bad.”

Gaining a twisted confidence in the situation, you raised your leg, planting your booted foot to his chest. It tipped his wobbling chair back towards the rough brick wall. “‘I’m sorry’ isn’t enough,” you nearly growled. “We’ll do better next time.”

Would there be a next time?! What was this?

Corey hung his head, still half-attempting to collect himself. 

“Let’s clean you up. For real.” Your tone—to even your surprise—switched to its more normal, kinder setting. 

As you milled around, pulling his pants up, cleaning the blood off his wounds, plastering bandages here and there, Corey kept his eyes cast towards the floor. Maybe in a few quick moments his eyes would dart to yours, then back away when you caught him. But he remained shy.

The strange moment of lust had passed, allowing the both of you to forget about the mugging… for a bit. The next move seemed foreign, uncertain.

“I do need to lock up now,” you sighed with a half-disappointed smile. “But I can drive you home, if you need. Or… well, if you want, I’m popping into the tavern just down the street, if you wanna come with.” It was amazing how you could turn the switch to be so gentle with him.

“I think I’d like that,” he smiled, finally looking you in the eyes, his dimples crinkling up the sides of his face. You could tell he wanted to ask about the next time, but that would come. You didn’t want this to be the only time.

[feralthoughtdump]

Lover, Be Good To Me

CW: This is just smut, strap on, Loki sucking a strap, pegging, slight d/s dynamics, swearing, a little bit of praise kink, use of ‘mistress’, use of ‘puppy’, sub! Loki, maybe soft dom! reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Despite the soft fur rug, Loki’s knees ache against the floor. He feels his clasped palms become sweaty, but none of that bothers him because he knows what’s about to happen.

“Such a pretty sight to see.” She purrs. “So obedient too.”

He shifts on his knees while her fingers trace the line of his back, her light tough feeling like a tickle. 

With his back straight and eager eyes, he can feel his cock harden at the praise. 

His mouth water as she steps out of her skirt, revealing the large strap on. 

Despite his royal standing and his power, she wields dominance over him. He worships her. Every curve and dip of her body. Every scar and mark on her skin. His power means nothing when she’s around. 

As he bites his lip, he watches her wrap the leash around her wrist and tug. 

“You know what to do.” 

Loki crawls towards her, willing to obey every beck and call she gives him. 

When he reaches her, he presses his cheek against her thigh, smiling against her warm skin. 

“Such a sweet little puppy.” She runs her hands through his hair, scratching his scalp with her nails. “Don’t you agree?”

The gentleness of her voice stirs the arousal inside of him. He loves it. The way she praises him, the way she cares for him. 

He looks up at her with doe eyes and nods.

“Yes, Mistress.” He says. 

Submitting to her was always a treat, regardless of how rough she can be. 

He whines when she tugs the leash a bit harder, the chain clinking against the metal tag on his collar. 

Despite her gentleness, she finds this all kind of amusing. The prince of Asgard, a trickster god, on his knees, giving himself to her, a mere mortal. All of his arrogance, his air of superiority, washed away to reveal his submissive nature. 

She traces his Cupid’s bow with her fingers and he pokes his tongue out to playfully lick them.

“You want my fingers darling?”

He nods his head, already heavy-lidded. 

“Ask nicely.”

He tilts his head up to meet her eyes.

“Please, Mistress. Can you put your fingers in my mouth?”

Her smile is gentle when she slips a finger past his lips.

His eyes shut as he swirls his tongue around her digit. 

A needy whine passes through his lips when she pulls her hand away but he quickly quiets down when he feels her pointer and middle finger press down on his tongue.

She hums.

“You like having something to suck on, sweetheart? Like having your mouth filled?”

He moans around her fingers, all needy and desperate.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

A pout crosses his face when he finds his mouth once again, empty.

“Oh, don’t cry, puppy.” She caresses his face with a cool hand. “I’ll give you something much better to suck on.”

He noses at the silicone cock and she chuckles.

“You know what to do. Open up.” She demands.

She shoves the strap past his lips and he obediently sucks on it, slicking it up with his saliva.

A groan passes her lips.

“Fuck, puppy, you really want it, don’t you?” 

He closes his eyes and obediently sucks on it, an occasional gag echoing through the room.

She pushes her hips forward, forcing the strap to the back of his throat

He pulls away with a gasp, spit dripping down his swollen lips.

She slaps the strap against his cheek.

“Come on, put it back in.” She orders.

He wraps his lips around it once more, bobbing his head, eyes screwing shut. It was toeing the line of being a bit too big for his mouth, but he doesn’t object.

“Eyes up here, Mistress wants to see that pretty face.”

He blinks his watery eyes open, tears starting to stream down his face.

She lets go of the leash to gently wipe his tears away. 

“Oh love,” She murmurs. “You’re such a pretty crier, you know that?”

Her hands still his head and she thrusts into his mouth. He chokes and grabs at her thighs but he quickly clasps them back in his lap at a loud “hands off.”

“Get it wet.” She barks. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She thrusts her hips against his face at a brutal pace, the sounds of gagging and choking filling the room.

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.” She murmurs, “so, so pretty.”

He hums in bliss and sucks harder, ignoring his struggle to breathe.

She pulls at his hair, pulling him off of the strap.

“Now,” she gives the leash a downward tug. “Bend over. Mistress wants to fuck your pretty ass.”

As he settles on his hands and knees, she pulls the leash forward.

“No, like this.” He yelps when his face is pressed against the cool marble. “Much better.”  

Loki bites his lip in anticipation when she traces her fingers down his back. 

A cry leaves his lips when she slowly presses a wet finger in his hole. 

“Hush.” She grabs his hip, nails digging into his skin. “You’re so tight, I have to open you up first.”

It hurts in the best way, the stretch increasing the ache within him. 

This goes on for what feels like forever. He realizes that she’s using this as an opportunity to tease him. Get him as desperate as possible. 

Loki hates to admit it, but it’s working. He could probably cum right this moment, but he’s aware of what will happen.

The bruises on his ass and thighs only recently just faded. He shivers at the memory. 

A second finger pushes inside of him and he gasps. 

He wails in both pain and pleasure when she scissors her fingers, opening him up.

“Oh, puppy,” she coos, “how are you supposed to take my cock if you can barely handle two of my fingers?”

“I can take it.” He whines. “I-“

His words are cut off with a sob when she lands a hard smack on his ass. 

“Did I ask you to speak?” She retorts. “You were so good earlier, but if you want to misbehave, I could just shove a toy in your ass and refuse to touch you. Would you like that, darling?”

He viciously shakes his head, the thought of losing her touch was painful. He’d rather get ruthlessly spanked.

“No! I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I promise!”

Her gentle voice returns. 

“‘Mmm. I know you can be a good boy. Just relax, I’ll take such good care of you.”

He tries not to clench around her fingers, but when she presses against his prostate, he can’t help it. 

“Come on, relax. It’ll feel a lot better.” 

He takes a deep breath and tries his best to release the tension in his body.

“Ooh, much better.” She hums. “Does that feel nice?”

He takes shallow breaths and nods. 

“Yes.” 

“Good. Very good.” 

He feels her fingers slip out of him, only to be replaced with something much larger nudging at his hole. 

Loki whimpers when she slowly pushes her strap in. Despite preparing him with her fingers, the stretch still hurt. He hisses and curls his fingers into fists. 

“Oh puppy,” she coos, rubbing his hip. “Does that hurt?”

He nods his head

“Yes, mistress.” 

“But does it feel good?”

He gasps when she pushes in deeper.

“So good.” He cries. “It feels so good.” 

“So cute.” She sneers. “Falling apart on my cock.” Her hand tightens on the leash to give her more leverage. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to sit on that golden throne of yours for days.” 

Her hips thrust forward, pushing the rest of her strap into him. 

Loki yelps and a tear slides down his cheek. 

“Fuck.” He whines. “Feels- feels so good.” 

“Mm. I bet I can make you feel better.” 

One of her hands slides around his thigh and a finger traces up the length of his cock. 

Loki throws his head back with a groan. The sensation of being stretched around her strap as well as her playfully teasing his cock overwhelms him. 

She pulls at the leash with a rough hand and his back is flushed to her chest. 

A hand grips his chin to turn his face to her and he’s met with her mouth pressing against his.

The angle at which she’s fucking him pushes the strap deeper, making him whine and sob into her mouth.

“Such a good boy.” She gasps. “Taking my cock so well.”

He’s borderline out of breath, the only sounds being gaspy breaths and whimpers.

“Are you a good boy?” She growls into his ear. When she doesn’t receive a response, she lands a loud slap on his ass. “Answer me!”

“Yes!” He sobs. “I’m a good boy! I’m your good boy.”

Her thrusts into him quicken and she squeezes her hand tighter around his cock.

“Then be a good boy and cum. Cum all over my hand.”

“I-” He pants, “I can cum?”

She wraps her arm around his hips and pulls him down on her cock, the tip pressing against his prostate. 

“Aww, even when you’re falling apart, you’re still so good for me.” She licks a stripe up his neck. “Of course you can cum.”

He squirms as she pumps her hand, slick with spit and precum, up and down his cock. The pressure building inside of him was becoming far too much as he tumbles over the edge, sobbing as hot spurts of cum cover her hand and his stomach. 

He rolls onto his back, careful not to get his cum on the floor. She holds herself up with her arms, panting and sweating from the physical exertion. 

After a minute, she removes the harness and crawls over to him. He whines, overly sensitive when she licks off the cum from his stomach. 

She gently cradles his face in her hands and shushes him.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” She coos. “I’m right here.” 

He relaxes into her touch and lets her rub her thumb across his tear-stained cheek.

“You were so good for me.” She murmurs. “You took me so well. Such a good boy.”

She frowns at the sight of his knees. Tenderly, she grazes her fingers over the bruises about to form.

“I think I’ll need to get you a cushion. Don’t want you hurting more than you have to.”

He tiredly whines and tugs her towards him. 

“It’s okay. I like it.”

His grip on her tightens when she tries to get up.

“Love, I need to get you some water.” She nuzzles into his neck. “You had a long night.”

“I don’t want you to go.” He whimpers. “Please don’t go.”

She sighs and cradles his head against her chest. 

“I won’t, I’ll stay with you.” 

Her gentle hands card through his hair, slowing his rapidly beating heart. As his breath slows, she calmly unbuckles the collar around his neck and tosses it aside. 

“I’ll just clean you up in the morning.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Get some rest, darling.” 

She doesn’t sleep until he relaxes into her body, warm breath tickling her skin. Her fingers card through his sweaty hair, the locks feeling soft in her hands. Slowly, she lets her eyes close, sleep overtaking her tired body.

[acdeaky]

out of the blue (3am calls)

warning: mentions of nightmares, implications of PTSD, fluff

note: this is (technically) my other submission for @celestialbarnes’ 4k writing challenge! i chose the prompt ‘bed’ and dialogue 9 ‘“was it the nightmares again?” “no” “you suck at lying”’ congrats again, rachel! and enjoy 🤍

read my other submission here!

word count: 1.9k

“...sorry that i can’t come to the phone right now, but- james?” you picked up, hearing the shaking breaths of bucky’s down the line as he tries to self soothe himself.

“hey,” he sighed down the receiver; you could imagine his metal hand running through his shortened locks, too. “did i wake you?”

“no, no, i’m always awake at...three-fourteen in the morning.” you replied, a teasing tone to your voice as you rubbed your sleep-ridden eyes.

“i just needed to hear your voice,” to ground me, he wanted to say, “i’m sorry, it was selfish.”

“i don’t mind, i wanna talk to you.” you smiled, knowing in a minute or so you’d be leaving the confines of your apartment to walk across the hall to bucky’s.

the other side of the phone stayed quiet for a moment, the only thing being heard was the static of the line. you didn’t want to say anything, knowing bucky usually needed a minute or two to collect this thoughts before he asked you to come over.

his excuse was that he felt like a burden; your response was always the opposite. ever since you had met him, something you always reminded him was that you were there for him, knowing what he had been through. although he was hesitant, the majority of the time you were by his side in the early hours of the morning.

“can you come over? just for a little while?” bucky’s voice was small, quiet, as always when he asked those four words. both of you knew that you’d be there much longer than ‘a little while’, but you didn’t mind when you forever replied,

“of course.”

it wasn’t long before you pulled a hoodie over your head, slipping on some socks before making your way to your front door. you grabbed your keys and opened your door, turning and twisting the lock as quickly as you could.

the hallway seemed darker than usual that night, the chill of the wooden floorboards seeping through your socks and hitting the pads of your feet as you crossed over to bucky’s apartment door. you knocked, waiting for the answer which came only a second or two later.

“i’m sorry.” was the first and only words he spoke as the door swung open.

“it’s okay.” you replied as bucky stood to the side, allowing you to step through the door before he closed it behind you.

the bareness of his apartment always worried you; it felt as if there was little progress happening, but it was. slowly but surely, and bucky knew this, he was just waiting for the right moment to ask you to go shopping with him. help pick out a new sofa, one you found comfortable. maybe even a coffee table, or a dining table so you had a proper place to sit while you ate your various take-outs every week.

it wasn’t like you didn’t see each other enough for him to ask, but he was hesitant; worried you’d say no, that he’d miss judged your friendship, your relationship even, that you were only a source of comfort on nights like this and not a friend who helped make a house a home.

even after that time you’d been with him whilst buying new bed sheets. his mind kept telling him right place, right time, that you didn’t actually want to do that with him, but you’d felt obliged to when running into each other in the store.

he was wrong, of course. your friendship meant the world to the both of you and you adored bucky, but he needed time and so did you. so, your friendship was just that: friends who saw each other the majority of the time, who found any free moment to spend together and who slept next to each other on nights like these...

bucky locked the door behind you before grabbing himself a quick drink, watching your figure as you stepped into the side of the living room and hovered over the blanket and pillow on the floor.

like usual, you said nothing, only following the same route into his bedroom while bucky left his now empty glass in the sink. just as he turned the corner, you were pulling the covers back, pulling off your hoodie and sliding under the sheets.

he watched for a minute, waiting for you to find a comfortable spot with the sheets pulled tightly around your body.

his mattress was cold, still hard, yet comfortable, from when he first bought it. the sheets were soft, too, your choice - of course - colours which you had said complemented his eyes; it was more difficult hiding the blush on his face than you hiding the price tag. he bought them anyway, knowing that you wanted the best for him and hoping that you’d put them to use some time.

and use them you had. there had been many nights since that day which you had spent in his bed, curled up against him as you feel asleep and bucky attempted to. you were the only reason the sheets got washed often; other than you and him on nights like these, nobody else used them.

it wasn’t long before he moved from his place by the door, following your early actions and joining you under the covers. ever the gentleman, bucky stayed on his side while you stayed on yours, him on his back with you on your side facing him.

it took for you to move closer to him, pressing your body into his for either of you to begin feeling any comfort.

the warmth of bucky’s body was a pleasant contrast to the mattress, both of you slowly warming up the longer you were huddled together. truly, you hadn’t meant to lay like this, but after climbing under the sheets next to him for the first time, bucky pulled you into his side and wrapped his arms around you. as if on instinct, your head laid on his bare chest, a hand resting in the middle of his torso as you shifted onto your side.

there were some delicate whispers from the two of you before you drifted to sleep. your kind words soothed bucky’s mind as he allowed himself to relax and settle back into the pillows; a luxury he rarely let himself have. his allowed you to feel them reverberate in his chest, his low hums acting as a settler for your thoughts.

both of you were asleep moments later.

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“was it the nightmares again?” you asked the following night, your back against the headboard of your bed, the bright moonlight shining through the thin curtains you’d forgotten to pull across the window earlier.

“no”

“you suck at lying.” a light giggle came from you, followed by bucky’s unpleased sigh. you were right; he knew it and so did you, but you wanted him to admit it.

“i really don’t.” you scoffed lightly at those words, knowing that he didn’t even believe his own words.

“james barnes, how have you not yet learned that you cannot lie to me? i know you.” like always, there was a teasing tone to your voice, trying your best to cheer him up over the phone, especially when you could just tell that the nightmares were bad tonight.

for a moment, the other side of the phone feel silent, except for some light rustling of covers. you knew he was laid on the floor, blanket on top of and under him. regardless of how many times the two of you had tried, bucky could never find comfort inbetween his sheets unless you were there by his side.

“buck? you still there?” you hadn’t meant for your voice to go so quiet, but you really didn’t want to stop talking to him; you never wanted to stop talking to him.

“yeh, yeh i’m still here-” his sentence was almost cut off by three rough knocks at your door, making you body stiffen.

“hold that thought, buck.” you replied, moving slowly off of your bed and towards your slightly open bedroom door.

“doll, its okay,” he spoke softly, noticing the slight quiver to your voice. “its only me”

“could you not have told me that?” you laughed, speeding up to open the door as to not let him stand in the hallway for much longer.

“hey.” he smiled as the door opened, dropping his phone from his ear before ending the call.

“hey.” you mirrored his smile, doing the same while moving to the side to allow him in. as you shut and locked the door, bucky went through his usual routine every time he stepped into your apartment this late at night. his keys were dropped into the bowl on top of the cabinet by your front door, then he grabbed a drink fro your kitchen that was adjacent to your entryway, and then he met you in the doorway of your bedroom, your arms open and waiting for him.

he gladly accepted the contact, always relying on you to ground him when it felt like he’d been floating for too long. and tonight he had been.

both of you used the minimal light from the moon to figure out your way to your bed, his right hand never letting go of yours until he finally had to. the covers were pulled back from where you had left them moments ago, the sheets now cold.

the two of you laid in your bed moment later, bucky being the first to be settled on his back as you began to be pressed against his side, your head on his chest. along with the curtains, earlier you had left a small window open, allowing the noise of brooklyn at night to seep through to your room. neither of you would be falling asleep anytime soon.

“i love you, buck.” your whispered confession making its way to bucky just before he closed his eyes.

“love you, too.” he replied, not allowing the true meaning of his words to be heard.

“no, bucky,” you sat up, leaning your weight onto your right elbow as your left hand reached out for his cheek. “i love you, okay? i love you.”

there was no words for him. he truly hadn’t expected the weight of your confession and it has shocked him beyond words. all he could think to say was,

“i love you, too, doll.” his shy smile made an appearance, reminding you of the first time you saw each other. with that, you leaned forward, placing a delicate kiss onto his lips, the corner of his mouth and on his cheek.

bucky’s smile never faltered, only growing wider the longer you planted kisses upon his skin.

after leaving a lingering one on his jaw, you moved back to face him, resting your forehead onto his. “goodnight, baby.” you whispered, pressing one last kiss on to his lips.

“goodnight, doll.” bucky repeated your actions, leaving the both of you in a fit of smiles.

and, just like earlier, you laid on your side, your head resting above bucky’s heart with his vibranium arm around your shoulders. the two of you were asleep a few moments later, the steady beat of his heart bringing about a peace which you always felt around him.

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[jamesbuchananbarnesslut]

Knifly Dinner

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Words: 2,967

Summary: During dinner Bucky figures out a new kink neither one of you expected to like. 

Warnings: smut, smutty, smut, kink discovery, knife kink, knife in the V, as well as P in the V, dirty talk, praise kink

Tiny Tag List: @whisperlullaby​ @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​

Notes: This is all for @whisperlullaby​ and her 700 follower challenge I love you so much, am so proud of you, and miss talking to you all the time. Either way I’m sending you all my love and an amazing knife kink discovery story. This also happens to be the longest story I’ve written yet, but that’s also no shocker as it involves one of our favorite kinks. Much love and appreciation to all of those who read, please enjoy, love, reblog, and comment! 

Master List

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You and Bucky had been together for a decent amount of time, you first met each other when the unsnapping happened. You were just trying to find another place to call home and Bucky was working with his therapist and crossing off names in his little black book. During one of his trips to cross off a name, you and he had mistakenly grabbed each other's luggage from the airport, as you both had the same bags. Although you opened your bag to find a wide assortment of men's clothes and a couple hidden weapons. Bucky opened his to find some pretty pink panties and a variety of women's clothing that surely wasn't what he packed. Thankfully there was a little tag stuck inside the bag that directed Bucky how to contact you. It wasn't the best predicament but when you and Bucky first saw each other at the coffee shop to exchange bags it was love at first sight and the rest was history.

After settling down from the events of the government putting the shield in someone else's hands and Sam being named Captain America. Bucky had bought a place for you and him in Louisiana to be closer to Sam and Sarah. Which led to a lot of time spent with the Wilson family, specifically fishing trips and family dinners. It also meant that Bucky did a lot of the cooking, not only was he better at it, but he just loved taking care of you. And you loved watching him cook the way he moved around the kitchen, how he worked with his hands and when he fed you. Which is why you were spending another night sitting at the island in your kitchen, drinking wine, and watching Bucky dice up an assortment of flavorful ingredients for his latest concoction.  

Considering this is how you and Bucky spent most of your nights it was nothing new that you were mesmerized by Bucky's hands and how he worked and moved with a knife. He was always twirling it between his fingers or delicately, slicing, cutting, or dicing up some type of food for you. It was nothing new that watching Bucky in his element turned you on. Even now just watching him you couldn't help the little pool of wetness that started to form in your panties. Or that you were already partway through your second glass of wine before he was even done cooking. It was like he was purposely putting on a show for you, cutting the food up right on the island in front of you. While he asked about your day and you about his, but you couldn't help but get wrapped up in the thoughts of what you were hoping would take place after dinner. You and Bucky had sex regularly, but every time he cooked for you, essentially taking care of you, you couldn't help but want to return the favor and take care of him.  

"Earth to Y/N, are you in there?" Bucky asks while dumping all his diced ingredients into an already sizzling pan.  

"Huh? I, uh, yeah, what's going on?" You look up sheepishly from your wine glass meeting his eye contact.  

He smirks at you, almost knowingly. "You've been real caught up in your head lately doll, what's going on with you?"  

While taking another sip of your drink you ponder whether you should be forward or play it off and ruin the surprise of a strip tease and blowjob after dinner for Bucky. Although he probably already suspects you have something planned, you always do something for him after he cooks. You decide to play it off with work being stressful, because it has been, but the slow season is about to hit so things will be easier shortly. "Just waiting for the slow season to roll in at work so I can finally catch a break," you respond.  

"Yeah, I get that honey. You've been working real hard lately and even started bringing work home, something you usually don't do. Which I'm hoping to see less of soon; but dinner should be done shortly get washed up and I'll top of your wine." He smiles at you and begins pulling the rest of his cooking out of the oven and begins plating everything while you run to the bathroom.

By the time you get back to the kitchen Bucky has everything plated and is waiting to eat with you. The rest of the dinner is smooth sailing, you power through another glass of wine, while Bucky tells you about how Sam spent thirty minutes reeling in a fish just to knock it off the line at the last-minute. In return you tell him about one of the new hires that spilled fresh coffee all over your bosses' desk and important confidential documents. By the time dinner is done and you're cleaning up the dishes, you can sense Bucky is up to something but you're not sure what. That is until you're rinsing off dishes in the sink and Bucky comes up behind you brandishing a knife at your neck. Completely catching you off guard.

"Bucky," said between gulps of air "what are you up too?"  

Pulling you in closer, he responds huskily in your ear, "now doll, I've seen how you watch my hands when I'm working. But recently I've especially noticed how you watch my hands in the kitchen when I'm using a knife."  

You can't help the little gasps that escape you with Bucky's words, he wasn't wrong, Bucky's hands were always memorizing to you. Whether he was laboring over a beautiful dinner for you, or his thick fingers were working in and out of you, it was always hot. But his hands holding a knife, and Bucky's skills with a knife, had always left you wet and wanting. Anytime he showed off those skills it always led to some form of steamy hot sex. You should have connected the pieces sooner, but it seems like Bucky beat you to the punch. Now do you own up to it and let it see how this plays out or act like he read the situation wrong?  

By the time the words come to you, you feel Bucky's confidence in the situation falter. He loosens the pressure of the knife against your neck and even begins to mutter apologies. Your words cut him off though and you fall into one of your typical submissive roles in the bedroom. "What are you sorry for Sarge? Don't you prefer when I'm more vocal with what I want in the bedroom? You must be upset I didn't speak up sooner." You state while wrigglingly further back into his arms, purposefully rubbing your ass against his crotch.  

Bucky readjusts his grip wrapping his vibranium arm tightly around you but keeping the knife loosely at your neck. "I do prefer when your vocal with me doll, so tell me what color you're on right now?"

"Green," you blurt out quickly. The dishes that were begin rinsed off in the sink completely forgotten, you just want to see where Bucky will take this.  

The knife is immediately back at your neck, pushed in enough that if you move it could nick you. "That's a good girl," he replies in a raspy voice causing the pool of wetness in your underwear to return. "Now I need you to stay still doll." He slowly drags the knife from your neck down to your shoulder blade, which sends chills throughout your body and makes goosebumps arise. From there Bucky slips the knife underneath the strap of your dress and bra, before you know it you hear the ripping of fabric, and the straps are completely cut through.

"You're doing so good for me doll," Bucky states while continues to drag the knife along your skin, starting at the shoulder of the straps he just cut. You can't help the little whimpers that leave your mouth, the combination of the knife and Bucky's words all going straight to your pussy. Bucky keeps teasing though and slowly drags the knife across your back to the other straps and cutting right through those ones as well.  

"Here comes the fun part," he chuckles. Bucky releases his hold on you just to spin you around so you're finally facing him. You meet his gaze, and his pupils are completely blown out and black, he's enjoying this as much as you are. Neither of you could have predicted adding this kink to your lists and yet here it is after a typical mundane dinner. Bucky breaks the gaze you're holding when he crouches and brings the knife to the bottom of your dress. He's meticulous in his work and cuts off every single button that's keeping you concealed. The entire process making you lightheaded and your underwear slicker with need.

Slowly working his way from the bottom of your dress up until the lingerie you're wearing for him is revealed and he can slip your dress off your arms. Which he does so immediately so he can get a better look at what you've been hiding underneath your dress. It’s a matching bra and panty set, the straps of the bra completely cut through and ruined. The set is a soft sage green covered with floral embroidered emblements, the colors complementing your skin.  

"Oh doll, did you already have something planned for me after dinner?"

You clear your throat and work out a yes while Bucky begins to run the knife along your body now that the majority if not all of your skin is exposed for him. He starts by tracing your collar bones and then dropping to follow the curves of your body. Slowly across the exposed top of your breasts, down your stomach, the cold metal leaving goosebumps in its wake. Then the knife is moved along your hips until the Bucky's worked it underneath the band of your underwear.

"You'll have to make it up to me another night, I've got new plans for us," and with that he cuts through your underwear too. It drops to the ground in pieces leaving you cold and exposed, allowing Bucky to see the glistening slick between your legs.  

"You like this though don't you doll?" Which he follows by dragging the knife back up your sternum and sliding it underneath the front of your bra so he can cut through that too.  

"Yeah, Sarge, I like this a lot," you work out in little huffs while Bucky peels the cut bra from your body.

"That's good because I'm only getting started." Bucky pushes the knife back up into your neck while dropping his lips in to kiss you. Its dirty, sloppy, and consuming. Bucky only pulls away so you both can catch a breath of air but keeps the knife close to your neck. Once you've caught your breath Bucky drops the knife and instead grabs you so he can lay you on the island where you just ate dinner. He sets you up so your feet are flat on the counter with your knees bent, giving him a perfect view of your glistening cunt.  

"Goddamn baby, I don't think I've seen you this soaked in a long time," Bucky punctuates by the grabbing the knife and sliding it along your legs now. Beginning at your ankle and working his way up towards your knee and into the apex of your thighs. Even on the cold marble countertop you can't help the full body flush that covers you. More moans and whimpers escaping from your mouth as Bucky continues to slowly drag the knife along your pussy and then along your other leg. Back down towards your knee and then to your ankle.  

"I need you to touch me Sarge," you speak out shakily.  

"But I am touching you doll," he continues to follow his path back along your leg, at the ankle, up your knee and into the apex of your thighs.

"I need more," you whine out.

"Where do you want me to touch you, be specific doll?" Bucky smirks at you.

"My pussy," you let out in huffs.  

"Do you want my hands, mouth, or the knife," he lets out calmly, as if that last option was always on the menu.  

You didn't expect the last option to leave Bucky's mouth but now that it has you can't help the deeper flush that covers your body. You can't help but think of anything else, the entire notion making you burn even hotter. You manage to stammer out, "I, uhm, Buck, I mean Sarge, please, will you use your knife to touch me."

Bucky's lets out a groan, is smirking again and then moving the knife in his hands, he puts the blade into his vibranium one and begins rubbing the handle of the blade along your pussy. "Look at you pretty little thing, always take my fingers and cock so well and now you're going to take my knife too. Going to make me cum in my pants with just teasing you honey," he rumbles out.  

After teasing you until your juices cover the handle of the blade, he moves to push it into your velvet folds. It glides in easily causing a gasp to escape your lips while Bucky pushes it in just enough that it's rubbing right against your g-spot. "Oh, that's it doll, you're gripping my knife so nicely. Want you to cover it in your juices so anytime I use it, it smells like you, and I'm reminded of this." Which he punctuates by slowly beginning to move the handle of the blade in and out of you, right against your g-spot. Your moans and whimpers now echoing through the room, while he builds a steady pace.  

"That's it doll, be a good girl and cum all over my knife and then this pretty little pussy can have my cock." Bucky states while dropping his flesh hand down to your clit and rubbing it in rough circles that match the pace that he's moving the knife's handle in and out of you. A heat slowly building throughout your body and spreading into your limbs, while your moans get louder. "Yeah, that's it, make a mess all over my knife," Bucky's words tipping you right over the edge.  

Recovering from your orgasm, you watch Bucky slowly pulls the knife from you licking some of your slick off the handle and then setting it on the opposite counter. He then begins to strip his own clothes and watches you, watching him.  

"Like what you see?" He asks while finally stepping out of his boxers and giving his cock a couple pumps.

"You know I do Sarge," you reply in a deep sultry tone.  

"Common lets take this somewhere more comfortable," he pulls you off the counter and carries you into the living room sitting down on the couch with you in his lap. What you aren't expecting is for him to pull out another knife from the couch and brandish this one at your neck as well. You knew he had weapons hidden all over the house, ever the paranoid that he is. But now that he was using them on you, it was a whole new level of hot.

"I want you to ride me doll, but while you do, I'm going to keep this knife at your neck the whole time. Meaning you better be real careful doll and take it nice and slow, that okay?"

"Yes Sarge," you let out breathily while shifting your position fully straddling him, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance.  

"Such a good girl," he looks at you with amazement but keeps the knife perfectly at your neck, his other hand, held at the nape of your neck preventing any further movement, so Bucky doesn't actually cut you.  

You begin to ride him at a slow steady pace, the knife in his hands following all of your movements perfectly. Even riding Bucky at this slower pace, you can't help but feel your next orgasm already forming. A slow and steady burn starting in your core and working its way out into your limbs. You had no idea Bucky holding you at knife point would be this hot but now you can't help but think how he'll keep finding ways to incorporate it into your sex life.  

"That's it doll. Such a good girl for me, taking my cock so nicely. I know your close again already, you want to cum for me?"

"Fuck. Yes. Sarge," you work out in between gasps while working yourself up and down on Bucky's cock. The cold blade still pushed up into your neck, leaving red marks and scratches in its wake.  

"Want you to make a mess all over my cock too doll, look at you taking me so well" Bucky grunts out while your pussy tightens up around his length. The warmth in your body burning hotter as Bucky's about to talk you into your next orgasm.  

"That's it, common doll, be a good girl and cum all over Sarge's cock." Matching the pace, you've already set, Bucky begins thrusting up into you without moving the knife. His words and matched pace immediately sending you over the edge, while your moans echo throughout the room. Your sweet cunt milking Bucky's cock sending him over the edge with you. Bucky drops the knife just so he can pump his cum properly into you, pulling you tightly into him.  

Once you both catch your breath Bucky is the first to speak again, "if I knew me pulling a knife on you would make you that wet, I would have done it sooner."

[fuckyeahbellarke]

#TheBestOfBellarke: A Celebration Event Starts in Two Days!!! - September 10th - September 30th

Nearly one year has gone by since The 100′s seventh season aired it’s last episodes. The Bellarke fandom had, by and large been with this show since the very beginning. We watched Bellamy and Clarke grow as characters since Season 1 and we have anticipated their journey together for just as long.

This event aims to allow us to remember what we loved about the characters of Bellamy and Clarke, what we loved about their relationship to each other, and what we loved about their story. A happier ending exists for them, and that happier ending can be found within the fandom.

There are a three ways to participate in this event:

Reblog and share others’ creations during the event: Check the #thebestofbellarke tag on tumblr regularly to see all the posts.

Recommend or Shoutout fics/vids/edits/meta/creators that you love, or works that have stuck with you (@HEARTBELLAMY’s creator SHOUTOUT PAGES are an excellent example of this)

Create fanfiction or gifs/edits/meta/vids based on prompts under the cut as well as in their own posts linked here:  [FIC PROMPTS] // [GIFS/EDITS/META/VIDS PROMPTS]

You do not have to do all of the prompts, and there are no set days to post beyond the 20 day timeframe of the event. You pick what inspires you as it inspires you and if none of the prompts inspire you, pick your own prompts. This is a celebration of Bellarke, all creations are welcome. (And, if you can’t make it in time, late entries are always welcome).

Fic Prompts

Jumping Off Point - Pick a point in the series that would have made a great point for Bellamy and Clarke to ‘get together’ and get them there

To AUs And Beyond - Any and all Alternative Universes are invited to the party, yes, even that oddly specific one you’ve been thinking about.

Tropes Galore - Pick a classic Bellarke Fanfiction trope and give it another go. We love the tropes, give them to us.

Three is Better than Two - Add another character into their dynamic. Yes, this does include threesomes, but does not have to be that, of course.

From The Outside Looking In - What does Bellamy & Clarke’s relationship look like from another character’s perspective?

Let’s Get Naughty - I mean, come on, just give us the smut.

Word Association - Pick 3 or more of the following words: accident, admittance, amnesia, ark, art, attraction, beauty, beg, betrayal, birthday, biting, blonde, blood, broken, bruises, caged, castle, chain, champagne, cloak, comfort, commander, compel, conversation, dare, dark, deal, decadent, delicate, delinquent, desire, diamonds, dreams, drink, dropship, dungeon, excitement, eyes, fairytale, false, favor, fear, fire, fog, furs, gentle, golden, goodbye, haunt, heart, hiss, honor, hope, hostage, hostility, ice, king, knight, laughing, lies, light, lips, longing, lost, magic, melody, memories, mistake, miles, modern, moon, new, night, obsession, patience, penance, pet, playful, pose, power, pregnant, pretend, prey, princess, promise, protect, queen, red, redemption, refuge, rescue, restitution, restrain, ribbons, rough, rubies, ruffle, scarf, scars, scream, shield, sigh, sin, sketch, smile, songs, sorry, spring, star-crossed, strain, strong, submission, summer, sunlight, surprise, sweet, take, tea, teach, tied, tongues, touch, trust, tryst, undercurrent, valor, want, warmth, winter, wolf, woods, years, yes

Edit Prompts

Bellamy and/or Clarke Appreciation

The Moment You Shipped Them

The Reasons You Ship Them

Colors/Color Symbolism

Themes & Motifs

Bellarke Favorites: pick your favorite… moment, season, episode, storyline, reunion, hug, touch, fashion, location, etc…

Snapshot Moments: happiest moment, saddest moment, angstiest moment, etc…

We Exist In Parallel - Bellarke parallels to each other/themselves, to others in The 100, or to other fandoms

Love Is In The Eyes - the way they look at each other

A Million Ways To Say “I Love You” - what they say to each other

Music & Lyrics - songs you associate with them

AUs & How It Should Have Ended

@fuckyeahbellarke​ will reblog all posts in the #thebestofbellarke tag that are original creations or properly credited (as in the case of recs/shoutouts)

[giorno-plays-piano]

Desire

Pairing: orc!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: obsession, dubcon, Stockholm Syndrome, corruption, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, swearing, size kink.

Words: 1574.

Summary: A wife of an orc, you find yourself gradually submitting to your beast of a husband despite your desire to keep him away.

P.S. I'M SO SORRY! This is just pure filth 🙈 Please proceed carefully!

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"You're such a slut." Bucky growled in your ear lowly, abusing your tight and warm cunt as he pounded into you roughly, nearly making you scream. "You like orc cocks so much, huh? You like it when an orc breeds you, you fucking bitch? Yeah, you do... shit... haah." He bit your earlobe, drawing one more moan from you, and then thrusted even deeper. "My sweet human whore."

A thrill of pleasure ran the course of your body, causing you to arch into him, your eyes rolled back inside your skull as you cummed again, screaming his name. Fuck, Bucky was destroying your pussy so well you were opening your legs willingly each time he came back home. You could never even imagine you'd be getting off on him forcing himself on you, his pretty little wifey whom he claimed not so long ago. Bucky loved fucking you into submission with his monstrous cock, showing you your place over and over again. Despite you trying to tell yourself how gross and beast-like he was, you kept cumming beneath your orc with your legs spread wide, your cunt full of his thick sticky seed. He was going to knock you up real soon if he didn't do it already.

Unable to speak from overstimulation, you were mewling with that “fucked-silly” expression on your face, and the orc smirked, his big calloused fingers pinching your sensitive nipples. He loved a sight of you, his lovely human bitch with his cum leaking down your thighs. Nothing was better than a thought of you completely ruined by him. You were so sweet, so innocent with that embarrassed face of yours when Bucky touched you for the first time, watching you look at him with disgust and fear. Corrupting you every damn night when he was pouring lots of his cum inside your tight little cunt was something he could never grow tired of.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart." He growled, and you obeyed, melting from the gentle pet name he gave you. Your mouth was so little compared to him, your tongue too as Bucky licked it, mimicking human kiss and sticking his huge tongue between you lips, his kiss so wet and sloppy as he practically ate you. "You like that, little slut? Who's better at kissing, an orc or your pathetic human boys?"

"You are." You managed to moan into his mouth, sucking his tongue and feeling your pussy twitching.

"Good girl." The orc purred as you licked his canines willingly and coiled your arms around his neck, your breasts pressed into his wide chest. "You gotta bear my kids, sweetheart. A whole lot of them, yeah?"

Knowing Bucky wanted you to answer, you kissed his jaw and mewled, "Yes, I'm gonna give birth to nice little orcs. I wanna be pregnant... mm... r-right now."

His eyes suddenly grew warm at your confession when you panted, licking his saliva from your lips. He made you say those words before, but your had never sounded as sincere as now with your eyes hazy from pleasure, your pussy still convulsing close to his cock that slowly became hard again.

"You humans are so damn fertile. I'm sure I knocked you up already." The orc hummed, his enormously huge hand caressing your lovely curves. "Happy to be an orc's whore, are you? Full with my dirty cum, pregnant, laying on top of me, some heathen... Shit, I love you so much, you bitch."

With that he had sank into your cunt again, molding it into the shape of his cock and groaning from the intense pleasure your warm human body was giving him. Your loud moan was music to his ears when you tried riding him, but you were too spent, almost breathless again, and Bucky quickly rolled over, getting on top of you. You smiled weakly at him when you reached out to touch his lips in a gentle, loving little kiss. Fuck, that along with a thought of you finally accepting him as your mate was almost enough to make Bucky cum.

Letting out a low gutteral sound, he pounded into you with ferocity, burying himself in your overworked cunt. The orc imagined you with a round belly, your full breasts leaking with milk, your little human body aching from carrying his heavy children. He'd be coming back home every day to find you complaining about babies moving and kicking inside you, and he'd be kissing your belly until you felt good, spreading your legs so Bucky would massage the walls of your pussy with his tongue. The thought of you, such beautiful, lovely human woman bearing his kids was making him fuck you relentlessly until you were crying softly beneath him, pressing your forehead to his solid shoulder as you clinged to him, your legs crossed behind his back to keep your mate closer.

With his stamina that could make him go for hours, Bucky kept fucking you until late night, soaking the new bed sheets you put today. He calmed down only when you milked his heavy balls dry, your swollen pussy a mess as the orc pumped more and more of his cum in your womb. You'd nearly pass out if he didn't stop at one moment.

Exhaling loudly, the orc brushed his dark disheveled hair - a nice present from his human grandmother - away from his face and gulped down the wine you left for him on the table. Coming back home had never been better with his wife waiting for him in his bed, her eyes pleading him to fuck her. Despite your stubbornness in the morning when you still refused to behave like a proper wife, Bucky knew you were falling for him, your pussy drenched every time he pulled your skirt up. Once you were growing heavy with his children inside your belly, you'd finally accept your place. Anyway, you'd become a wife of some weak human bastard, so why wasting away a chance to bear kids of someone way superior than a human man?

Leaning closer to you, Bucky did that filthy thing with his tongue you called "a kiss" again, loving the way your little wet mouth felt. Licking its insides and your kitten tongue made him feel warm and nice.

"You're so pretty, woman." Bucky said, and your face grew hot momentarily, making him chuckle. "What, didn't your people call you pretty? Then I will." You tried covering your face, ashamed, but he took your arm away and kept licking your mouth until you relaxed and started sucking his tongue. "Huh, I want my children to have your face, wifey. Bet half of the tribe gonna fell in love with them."

You clinged to him, both ashamed and pleased, and mewled as the orc stroked your back carefully despite having enough strength to smash you with just one hand. Becoming an orc's mate was something parents used as a means of scaring children into behaving, and at first you were utterly repulsed by the creature that called himself your husband. But now... it felt like you just took your place.

The more he was pleasing you in bed, the more you submitted, becoming more and more eager to appease your husband. It went as far as rushing to bed when you heard Bucky coming back home and spreading your legs wide to show him your leaking cunt. He made such a slut out of you, ready to ride him, suck him off, let him pump his seed into your womb while you orgasmed multiple times, moaning beneath him like a cheap whore. You could do nothing as you dreamed of your orc claiming you over and over again until he'd make you have his kids. Shit, you were corrupted to the point you wanted to give birth to lovely little orc kids so bad.

"Bucky, do you love me?" You suddenly whispered, drawing his attention as he stared at you, surprised.

It was the first time you asked. It didn't matter to you before what feelings the orc had for you.

"Of course I do." He said, his large warm hand on your belly as he kissed you loudly. "I can't stop cumming in you, you sweet little thing. I know you humans like serenades and poems and all this shit, but nothing proves orc's love better than a good fuck."

You were terribly embarrassed, but strangly relieved at his words as Bucky drew you closer, wrapping you in his arms. Getting up from his bed, he carried you like a bride across the room, moving to the little spring right at the back of the house. As the orc grabbed a handful of towels roughly, ruining a perfect pile you folded this morning, you rolled your eyes as he chuckled.

"Yeah, I get it, wifey. But let's have you all nice and clean before I'll put you to sleep."

"Put me to sleep? I hope you're not gonna sing me a lullaby. My ears gonna bleed." You grunted, causing the orc to laugh heartily.

"No, woman. I'm gonna fill your cunt and let you sleep in my arms, that's how we put our women to sleep."

"You're such a brute."

"That I am, wifey."

As he hummed, carrying you in his arms despite your protests, Bucky thought of all the goods things that were to happen once you would submit to him completely, and then smiled to himself.

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[fanfiction-inc]

Can you do a NS/FW HC about Arthur being told what to do by his usually submissive female S/O? Like him being really surprised but also turned the hell on? (Sorry if this is very specific!)

Thank you so much for requesting, my dear!

((A.N: As a general disclaimer, this is NS/FW, and everything in this HC that is NS/FW will be under the cut.))

Arthur had been gone for many nights since the last stagecoach heist, being persuaded by Dutch to go along and rob the carriage with him since the passengers were "high in the aristocratic hierarchy".

He had promised he would be back that night, but it's been three days, and you were worried sick about the man.

What if he had been injured?

What if the Pinkertons caught up to him?

So when he came strolling in, that grin on his face and at his mentors side, you were pissed.

He acted like he hadn't promised you that he would be back that night, like he didn't worry you to death.

He acted like a man who had the best three nights of his life.

But the moment he caught your gaze, arms crossed over your chest and jaw set, he knew he was in trouble.

Big trouble.

"Go be with ya woman. I'll let Hosea know how things went." Dutch excused him from their conversation, giving a tip of his hat to you.

You were not amused one bit by such, only glaring in turn at the man who made Arthur come along in the first place.

Arthur comes up with an uneasy smile, hand coming to take your own, reeling back when you jerk your hand away.

"Three nights. Three nights, Arthur Morgan." You hissed. "Three nights I thought ya were dead!"

"I wasn't dead-" He started, trying to explain his absence.

"Clearly." You huffed.

When you turn your back to him, he follows with concern.

Did he really hurt you that badly?

Did he make you worry to the point of anger?

"(Your name)." He tries, watching you when you angrily remove the dress overlaying your corset and bloomers.

"What?" You snapped in turn, turning to him as he takes a step forward.

"How can I make it up t'ya?" He questioned softly, his gruff tone soft when he takes hold of your arms in his big hands.

He watched when you looked angrily into those puppy dog eyes, watched how your cheeks adorned color.

It was hard to place if it was because of the gaze he gave you or the anger in your chest.

He just wanted to make you happy, make you see that he wasn't leaving any time soon... but you weren't in the mood for that.

You were gonna put Arthur Morgan in his place.

The tension slowly melted from your muscles as you stand before him, gaze slowly softening but a clear strain between calm and tense still evident.

Then he saw the gears turning behind your eyes, saw your mind working.

He was in for one hell of a shock.

"I want you on your knees, Arthur Morgan."

Now this startles him.

His blue eyes stare at you in absolute shock.

Was his woman really asking him for something like that? And in such a tone that left his stomach fluttering with butterflies?

When you raise a brow expectantly, he swallows hard, moving down with a soft huff and sitting before you on his knees.

Those same blue eyes stay connected with yours, watching you.

Savoring how you looked at him in a way he hasn't seen before.

Your gaze was almost.. Hungry. Like a predator circling their prey.

He recognized that the demand wasn't shaky on your tongue, this not exactly being what he expected with you.

He knew that you were usually the one to softly be told to lay or be on his lap.

That you were usually so...submissive.

He would be damned if he said it out loud right now, but Arthur liked this new side to you.

And the tent in his trousers gave away just how badly.

"Want me to take these here bloomers off..." He pauses, considering something new that he could bring to the table. "Ma'am?"

He watched how you shivered at such a title.

"Yes, nice and slow." You mumbled in turn, hearing the audible noise he gives out when his fingers hook in the waistband.

"Makin' me make it a show then, yeah?" He questioned, hot breath fanning over you as he slowly dragged them down your legs.

"One we both'll like. Now hush and let that mouth of yours do the talkin' somewhere else." You retort, fingers slowly coming to tangle in his hair.

He savored the feeling, knowing it all too well when you shared kisses behind the tents or on runs.

He knew it when you sat together, relaxing during winter days or hot summer nights. How your fingers would play there when you were lost in a book or being lulled to sleep by his voice.

But most of all, he knew it in moments like these when you laid sprawled out on the bed, at the mercy of his tongue.

His eyes flutter and darken when your grip tightened, bringing his face closer to where you need him.

His beard lightly scratched at your inner thighs, lazy, open mouthed kisses trailing up further and further.

Arthur is only able to deliver another kiss before another tug sends him closer, tongue darting out to lick a long stripe up your folds.

"Oh- Fuck." Your own curse brings a soft chuckle from his lips, then he refocused on the task at hand.

His eyes flicker up to your own when he takes your bundle of nerves between his lips, suckling and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

How your face contorted with pleasure when he brings your legs over his shoulders and probes with his tongue.

How your soft noises begin to fill the air, making his pants strain further.

He's infatuated with you, especially when your control over him doesn't slip despite the pleasure being given.

A groan leaves his lips when you pull him by the hair after a few moments, making him face you.

His beard and lips were decorated with your slick, pupils lust blown and half-lidded.

His hair was a mess when you removed your fingers from the locks, trailing down to cup his cheek.

You've never seen him so disheveled before, so...used.

And yet he cracked a smile, delivering a kiss against your palm that remained slick and sticky against your skin.

"I jus' wanted a look at ya." You whispered into the air, the man's smile shifting to a smirk when you leaned forward.

"Is that all, darlin'? Not because y'want an apology kiss?" He murmured against the skin of your palm, moving up to give that kiss he talked about.

He was testing how far your new demeanor was going, seeing if it would slip after a few minutes of eating you out.

"That's ma'am to you, boy." You corrected, watching him shiver at the new name. He then gasped when you grabbed his chin, making him stop and stare when you kept him in place.

He wasn't getting control so easily tonight.

"If I recall correctly, Mr. Morgan, you're not done." He shivered once more at the near purr in your tone, licking his lips at the idea of being between your thighs again.

"Yes ma'am." He replied with a soft hint of need.

He's brought back down, eagerness in his being as he worships your core.

Quick licks at the bundle of nerves that grew more sensitive with each passing moment towards climax.

His suckling and the rumble of his groan against your skin at the flavor that coats his tongue and runs down his chin.

He's like a man dying of thirst, just wanting the levee to break and the waters to rush.

He watches when you bite down on your lip, attempting to silence yourself when that edge comes closer, when his hair is held in a white knuckled grip.

That's when he brings down the final nail in the coffin, leaving you to tremor and shake.

The moment is lost in a blur, his lips connected around your bundle and fingers buried deep, hitting that spot that makes you jelly.

He works you through your high, aiding in bringing you what you wanted until you're letting him go and pulling away.

You were far too over sensitive for him to continue, and he didn't want to push you too far.

As you pant, he rises up over you, stealing that kiss that he wanted earlier on, making sure you taste yourself on his lips.

It was almost like a 'thank you' from his part, for seeing a power shift that he hadn't thought would happen.

At least not quite like this.

"Do ya accept m'apology, darlin'?" He questioned softly. Huskily. "Or should I keep callin' ya ma'am?"

You give a soft laugh at his question.

"I s'pose so...boy." You breathed out in a pant, his eyes brimming with need when the term is used again.

Arthur wasn't a man to usually beg for things that he needed. Not at all.

But he still needed to be taken care of, to release the tension in his pants.

"Ma'am, please." He begged softly, grinding himself down against your hip, hand coming up to cup your cheek.

He watched the consideration in your gaze, then the resolve that followed when your hand came to cup him.

Then there was a shift, and his heart sank.

"I don't think you deserve that tonight, Mr. Morgan. Y'really upset me." You then separate from him, standing.

He watched with a gaze that damn near screamed need in the purest of forms, ready to reach out and beg.

He never begged before.

"Ma'am, please, m'beggin' ya." He damn near choked on the words as they left his lips.

This wasn't his forte by any means, being the one left yearning for more.

At least he was fair with his teasing, giving in when you begged.

He watched when you're unstringing your corset, how it fell and left you completely bare to him.

Then he sees you sigh, hears the soft sound before your voice even reaches him.

"Dammit, I can't stay mad at ya when you're lookin' at me like that."

He groaned when you cupped him once more through his trousers, giving a jerk through them.

"Thank you, ma'am." His tone is strained as he says such, feeling your bare skin around his shaft when you release him from his pants.

From there, he's left to your mercy.

Slow when you want it, faster if he asked nicely.

Stopping when he's too close and finally giving him what he needs when he's looking at you with those eyes that scream every desire the man had.

Maybe he should mess up more often if this is gonna be the result.

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[imagineteamfreewill]

Imagine Robbing Dean’s Cabin

Pairing: Robber!Reader x Dean

Word Count: 1,510

Warnings: None

Square Filled: Robber!Reader

Summary: The reader finds what she thinks to be the perfect hit, but it turns out to be less than perfect.

A/N: This is a submission for the 2020-2021 SPN AU Bingo (@spnaubingo​). Please let me know what you think, and enjoy!

X

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“Perfect,” you murmured, and you shifted on the tree branch to get a better look at the cabin. It was empty, just like it had been for the past three months, which made it the perfect hit. You’d been craving a good robbery ever since you’d gotten into town. You were supposed to be getting out of the life, but old habits die hard.

Silently, you climbed down from your perch and slipped between the shadows of the massive fir trees. The ground was blanketed with fallen pine needles and you sent up a prayer of thanks. They kept your footsteps quiet, making it easier to sneak towards your mark, not that that mattered when the cabin hadn’t been used in months.

You were halfway through the kitchen window in the back of the house—some idiot had left it unlocked—when the light flipped on. A man was standing in the doorway, and he had a gun trained on you. It had been a long time

“How do you feel about cops?” he asked, his voice low.

You inhaled sharply, frozen in place as you frantically tried to figure out the best way out of this. You could back out of the window and risk being shot while you tried to escape, or you could climb the rest of the way in and face the man head-on.

“They’re not my favorite,” you finally responded after he raised an eyebrow at you. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto the kitchen counter.

“Me neither,” he replied. He cocked the gun and you glanced towards the nearby door. It led out onto the back porch, which was a straight shot into the thickest part of the forest. If you could only make it there, you had a pretty good chance of coming out of this unscathed.

He gestured with the gun towards the plain kitchen table nearby. When you didn’t move, he took a step towards you and his upper lip curled as he growled out, “Sit.”

Your mouth grew dry and you swallowed hard as you crossed the short distance between you and the nearest chair. It creaked when you lowered yourself into it.

“What’s your name?” the man asked. When you didn’t answer, his jaw clenched and his eyes flickered dangerously. “What’s your—“

“Amy,” you murmured.

“Bullshit.”

You stared at him, pressing your lips together. Who did he think you were, an idiot? No one with any common sense would give their real name after being caught in the middle of robbing a house.

“Listen, I’m not in a good mood, so you’d better stop lying to me. I’m not a person you want to make angry,” he ground out. Though the kitchen was well illuminated, his face was still half in the shadow provided by the hallway, and you suppressed a shiver as fear slid into the back of your mind.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you or anything,” you told him. “I was just gonna take a look around, see if there was anything of value. If you let me go, I promise I won’t come back. You’ll never see me again.”

“There’s nothing valuable here.”

“Great, then let me—“

“No. Stand up,” he ordered. You stayed in your seat until he stepped closer and held the gun to your head.

“Whoa, hey!” you cried, but you got to your feet. This was not turning out the way you’d hopped and your heart was thundering in your chest as the man led you towards the living room. He turned on that light too, then prodded you towards a faded couch against the main wall. You sunk down onto the middle cushion and stared up at him, holding your breath.

“I’m not gonna hurt you if you cooperate,” he told you, and you nodded weakly, exhaling heavily. “Do you do this often? Rob people?”

You shook your head, then thought better of it and murmured, “Not recently.”

“Explain.”

Taking a deep breath, you clutched your hands together and tried to keep your voice from shaking as you told him about the man who’d first coerced you to help him rob someone, and then how it had become something of an addiction. You hadn’t been able to go more than a few days without sneaking into someone’s house or a business to find something that would give you the same adrenaline rush. After a close call that left you in the hospital and your partner six feet under, you’d moved to the tiny town of Evergreen Falls, Montana. You’d been hoping it would be the perfect place to recuperate and find a new hobby, but you’d been wrong. You’d seen this cabin and it had only worsened the itch that nothing seemed to scratch.

“So what was your plan, exactly? You’d just rob me and then go back to living your cute little life in town, and everything would be great? You wouldn’t feel the need to steal anything else ever again?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were an expert,” you scoffed. If you were being honest, that had been the plan, but when he put it the way he did, you realized that you’d been stupid. Of course you wouldn’t have been able to go back to living a normal life after robbing this place. You would’ve gotten the buzz of adrenaline back and never wanted anything else ever again. Nothing could replace it. You’d tried.

The man stared at you for another moment before the corner of his lips quirked up in a smile. Silently, he uncocked the gun, flipped on the safety, and tucked it under his shirt.

“What if I told you I had a business proposal for you?”

“I don’t typically do business with people who hold me at gunpoint,” you said, keeping your arms crossed over your chest. “And definitely not after they mock me. I know I don’t make the best life decisions, but I don’t need people making fun of me for them.”

He kept silent and stared at you intently, and you shifted uncomfortably under his steady gaze. Finally, you uncrossed your arms and got to your feet.

“Can I go or are you gonna shoot me if I try to leave?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Don’t tell me you aren’t at least curious. You rob places for the adrenaline, right? I can promise you that the rush is ten times better in my line of business, and you actually help people.”

You hesitated, glancing between him and the front door. He was right—you were curious. Quietly, you sized the man up. He was broad-shouldered and he stood tall, and the way he moved stealthily as he walked proved that he was used to sneaking around. You hadn’t even noticed his presence in the cabin until he’d announced himself, and you’d been watching the place on and off for months now. A big part of you wanted to know how he’d managed that, even if you didn’t end up doing business with him. You were an observant person and not much got past you.

“Alright,” you said. “I’ll bite. What is this business proposal?”

“I need someone to help me take something,” he replied.

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously, or you wouldn’t be talking to the person who just tried to rob you. What exactly would you need my help with and why should I help you?”

He glanced towards the kitchen and you waited patiently. Clearly, the man was caught between telling you some sort of lie and telling you the whole truth. 

“My brother and I need to break into a museum and steal a painting.”

“Is it a money thing? A kinky thing?”

His ears turned red. “What? No!”

“Then what is it? Are you thieves? Is someone paying you to bring it to them?”

He shook his head and sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We have to destroy it. If we don’t, more people are going to get hurt.”

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest again. This guy was crazy. “Right.”

“I know it sounds bad—”

“Oh, do you? Good, I was worried you didn’t!”

He sighed again. The man looked up towards the ceiling for a long moment, mumbling to himself before finally saying, “Sit down. I’ve gotta give you the talk if you’re ever gonna take this seriously.”

“I’ve already had the talk, thanks. My parents were pretty specific when it came to the whole birds-and-the-bees thing.”

“It’s a different talk. Just sit down, alright?” He gestured to the couch behind you. 

After a moment of thought, you reluctantly lowered yourself back down again. The man took a seat in a worn green chair that faced the couch and rested his elbows on his knees, leaning towards you.

“Promise me you’ll wait until I’m done to ask any questions,” he said, and you stared blankly at him in response. “Just promise?”

“Fine, I promise.”

“Okay. So my brother and I, we work together…”

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[dokidokey]

who would have thought that passing a 20-page paper 5 days late would lead you to dabi?

word count: 3,765

tags & warnings: bad boy x straight a student au, college au, fluff, a pinch of endeavor slander, brief mention of throwing up, brief mention of abuse (nothing explicit, the word just gets mentioned once!)

notes: hi zeze (@reddriot), i’m your secret santa! sorry this is so late, we’re on our way home at this ungodly hour and i finally have some stable connection now lmao. i’m so so sorry but also, happy holidays! i hope you enjoy what my pretty much dry and blank mind managed to cook up lol i’m so thankful and i met you and got to know you. <3 thank u for everything. and the title lol omg i’m so bad at titles but i kind realized it rhymes with ornaments, so i left it at that.

The day you met Todoroki Touya was not a good day. You would even consider it a bad week, actually. Apparently, you were a week late on a 20-page paper for History and you didn’t even know. It irked you because you have no other excuse except that you didn’t know. There was a totally different due date in your head, one that wasn’t five days ago. So when your teacher shook her head disapprovingly while tucking your 20-page paper against the smooth surface of her desk, you had no other choice but to leave the room.

You wouldn’t want a teacher to see you cry over a late submission. You certainly wouldn’t want other students roaming the hallway to see you cry either, so you had to fight off the warmth pooling at the corners of your eyes. The last corner leading to the campus library was where Todoroki Touya presented himself.

The impact of your bodies bumping against each other came first, then the stinging pinch of something hot against your skin next. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you pulled your arm away, eyes widening at the sight of a small, circular burn mark on your forearm.

“You burned － Why are you smoking here?” The accusing tone in your voice immediately disappeared and replaced by panic as you watched a quite familiar face bring a cigarette to his lips, perfectly poised between his long fingers. “You’re not allowed to smoke on campus grounds!”

A puff of smoke swirled through the air as he huffed, the corner of his lips twitching as he eyed you up and down. The intense, blue eyes taking over your body sent shivers down your spine, arms protectively crossing over your front to try and shield yourself from his gaze.

“Not if I don’t get caught,” he smirked, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips. The man was familiar; face and most of his skin that’s exposed under the leather jacket were covered in scars, a dark contrast against his fair complexion. You’re sure you will never forget him if you knew him, but the familiarity of his face doesn’t ring any names in your head.

He puffed out the smoke in a harsh breath, the delicate sound seeming so loud in the quiet and isolated hallway. For a moment you forgot about your late History paper and the chances of you getting anything lower than an A.

Both of your palms met the fabric of your denim-clad thigh in a light slap, arms sagging and voice raising. “If you and I get caught－!”

“Then leave.”

The deadpan and harsh delivery of his words left you open-mouthed, the disapproving look of your teacher once again flashing in your mind. The corners of your eyes warmed again, stinging more than the way it did earlier.

You’re croaking out an unwanted explanation before you realized it. “I － I might get detention and－,” you sniffled, trying to prevent the tears from flowing because you know how embarrassing that would be, so much so to this mysterious person who you found familiar but not really. “And my parents－.”

A scoff cuts you off. You watched as he killed the ember of the cigarette using his bare fingers, pinching the lit end between his thumb and forefinger before tucking it in one of his front pockets. If it weren’t for the strong stench of the cigarette, no one would suspect that he was smoking here, in front of you, inside campus grounds.

“Of course. Precious little [Name] can’t have bad grades and a bad record.”

He said it as if it was so bad. You wouldn’t normally find offense on jabs like those, but today wasn’t just your day. Your retort died down quickly in your throat though when you realized he said your name. He knew you.

With furrowed brows and quivering lips, you asked, “how do you know me?”

The dark-haired man leaned on the concrete wall, shoving a hand down the pocket of his pants. “Who wouldn’t know the teachers’ favorite student? Straight A, little miss [Name].”

It was your turn to scoff. “Favorite,” you mocked, eyes rolling, “I didn’t know being the favorite meant not considering the fact that I didn’t know the deadline was 5 days ago without anyone else informing me.”

A smirk blossomed on his stupidly handsome face. “For once you didn’t get away with something, huh?”

“Didn’t get away? I didn’t know! I had no idea! It’s not my fault.”

“Hmm.”

“It’s true.”

“If you say so,” he chuckled, pushing himself off the wall and taking two steps back, eyes still on you. He winked, then turned around. The silence in the hallway felt deafening as you stood there, but the quick footsteps of his figure walking back towards you eats up the quiet. “Or on second thought,” he says, tapping a foot on the floor, “I can excuse you to the teacher about your late paper.”

It seemed like the tears of frustration pooling at the sides of your eyes retreated back to your tear glands, ears more than ready to hear out whatever his proposition was.

“If you act as my fake girlfriend for a Christmas dinner with my family, I’ll tell the teacher that I tricked you about the deadline.”

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “And that’s going to work?”

“Have you seen me, doll? I’m that boy your teacher refers to as a bad influence.”

“You should not be hanging out with people like him, [Name.]”

Mrs. Nakamura’s disappointed tone does nothing to stop the smile spreading on your face, though you tried to suppress it to not come off as suspicious. You’re nodding your head like you’re agreeing with her, knowing that that will not happen any time soon because you have a Christmas dinner with your boyfriend’s family in less than three weeks.

“Go on then,” your teacher waved her hand, “you aren’t marked as late but remember what I told you. If you keep that boy around you, trouble’s sure to follow.”

The hallway didn’t feel as dark and lonesome as it did earlier. It’s surely not because of the other person walking along with you. You’d like to think that, but a part of you knew you might just be lying. And it was stupid, really. Were you really harboring a crush over him? You. . . don’t even know his name.

“What’s your name?”

A choked laugh was the reply you got. “What? You don’t know me?”

“You’re familiar. I just can’t put a name on you,” you shrugged.

“Touya. Todoroki Touya,” he answered, grimacing. “But call me Dabi. That’s what my friends call me.”

“Are you saying we’re friends?” You grinned, looking up at him. He was tall, okay. So much more taller than you. You barely reached his shoulders.

“Technically, you’re my girlfriend, so no. We are not friends.”

You decided technicalities weren’t so bad when Dabi almost never left your side. The sudden (and quite cliché yet comic) pair you two made didn’t go unnoticed by the teachers. Mrs. Nakamura reminded you every single day about Dabi and his troubles. You aren’t aware what kind of troubles Dabi is associated in yet, but you’d like to think you’ll get there.

When you agreed to pretend to be his girlfriend, you didn’t think it would be this kind of long-term thing. You thought that maybe he’ll leave you alone after that day and just hit you up again on the day of the dinner, but you were so wrong.

You’ve never liked being wrong as much as you did about him.

“Stop fussing, my mom’s going to love you.”

He’s said that for the fourth time now. You’re making him more antsy than you are with your bouncing leg and deep sighs every ten seconds.

“And your dad?” You glare at him, wiping your clammy hands on your jeans and bouncing your leg again. He rolls his eyes as an answer.

In the short, three weeks you’ve gotten to know Dabi, you learned a lot about him. One, he hates his father passionately. Two, the teachers don’t really like him (but that sounds so mean when worded like that so you like to think he just isn’t the favorite student.) Three, he’s allergic to fish. Four, he pays attention to every single thing you say. Five, he’s actually the eldest out of the four Todoroki children and lastly, (this is more about you than him) maybe you let your little crush fester more than you planned.

You’ve had to berate yourself multiple times that he is not your boyfriend. You and Dabi are not in a real relationship. This is all a product of your grades being saved and an arrangement to fill up an empty seat at his family’s dinner for Christmas.

“What if your sister doesn’t like me,” you say meekly, “or your brother. And your other brother.”

Dabi shifts on the bench you both are sitting on to face you properly, placing a warm hand over your sweaty ones. “Stop it. They’re going to love you.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes but really, you��re just having a hard time making your brain function properly to process a reply when his hands are there, on top of yours, warm and soothing. It makes your heart do a little happy dance inside your chest that you know it should not be doing, but you can’t help it.

You’re way too deep into this hell, and you don’t know how you’ll take it when he cuts you off after you both benefit from this arrangement you have.

When Dabi pulls you up to stand up before he walks you home, you try to remember how his hands felt against yours.

“You look nice.”

Nice. You had to rummage through your closet for this halter dress, the most decent thing you can find that can fit for a Christmas dinner. It’s 6 PM on the 24th of December and even though this isn’t how you expected to spend the night before Christmas, here you are anyway.

“You look nice too,” you compliment, taking in how Dabi is wearing an actual pair of decent slacks and a button up. A nervous laugh bubbles out of your throat. “You said it was a simple dinner date so I was kind of expecting you to just show up in one of your old, ragged jeans, you know?!”

He quirks his head to the left, the sides of his lips turned up. Dabi offers you his hand as you descend the few steps from your apartment door. “It was,” he says, “but my mom made me wear this when I said I’ll bring a girl over.”

“Haven’t you brought a girl over before?”

A mischievous smile spreads over Dabi’s face, a thumb pressing a gentle pressure on the back of your hand. “No. You’re special because you’re the first one.”

Great. It’s not like you’re not nervous enough about meeting the Todorokis. He just has to tell you you’re the first girl his family will meet. What makes it worse is that you aren’t really Dabi’s girlfriend. It seems a little selfish on both of your parts to let the rest of his family get to know you and then you’ll never see them again because, well, this arrangement can’t last forever, can it?

“And you have a car?” You gasp, eye zeroing in on the sleek, black vehicle parked across the street where you both are heading. “You have a car?”

He chuckles, shaking his head side to side. “This is my dad’s, actually.” He says it again with an eye roll, opening up the passenger door for you. “He only made me use it to impress you.”

“Like I’m not impressed enough?” You huff out a laugh, palms gliding over the dashboard.

“Impressed by what?”

You, you’d like to answer, but for the sake of your sad excuse of a relationship, you keep your mouth shut.

“Things.”

The ride to their place was filled with back and forth banter from you and Dabi. He’s tried to calm you down when a new wave of nervousness surged within you but as you stand in front of their door with hands sweating an entire Pacific ocean, it’s obvious his attempt didn’t work.

“Calm down,” Dabi says, forehead scrunched as he watches you fiddle with the skirt of your dress. You’ve been standing there for about two minutes now and if your goal is to make your nervousness rub off on him, then you’re doing a pretty good job.

“Is my hair okay?” You fuss over some more, smoothing out the unruly strands that weren’t even there. “Is my face－?”

Dabi grabs your hands in his, calloused fingers wrapping around yours. The words die in your throat as you look up at him with wide eyes, mind blanking out at the warmth on your palm.

“You look beautiful, okay? If you touch your hair or smooth your skirt one more ti－.”

“I knew I heard you guys!”

An enthusiastic voice of a girl almost the same height as you rings through your ears and you look over to see his sister, Fuyumi, white and red hair parted in the middle and over her shoulders. You’ve seen her in some pictures in Dabi’s phone because you’re in that stage where you can just casually unlock and go through Dabi’s phone. (You haven’t seen anything unusual yet, just some candid pictures of you that you have no idea how he took. Bless your poor heart after you discovered that album dedicated just for you.)

Fuyumi places her hands on her hips, smiling brightly at you. “I thought Touya was just lying about you to escape the marriage arranged for him but turns out he isn’t.” She opens the door wider for you and Dabi. “Come in. Mom’s been waiting for you.”

The Todoroki household is neat. Minimalist. You aren’t sure if it’s spacious or it’s an illusion due to the lack of decorations inside. Fuyumi immediately hugs you after you and Dabi are completely inside, and she leads you away to meet Natsuo and Shouto. The sight of Natsuo startles you at first. He looks exactly like how you envisioned Dabi to be if he didn’t have scars. And seriously, what’s up with this family having scars? You noticed a dark crimson circling Shouto’s right eye.

Mrs. Todoroki is the most welcoming of them all, if not as much as Fuyumi. Her hand immediately went to your hair, patting softly and smiling delicately at you.

“I never imagined the day would come when Touya finally brings home a girl,” she whispers. The sight of her eyes getting glassy is enough to make your own gloss over, though it’s for an entirely different reason. How cruel can you and Dabi be to pretend and lie like this in front of his mom?

“Oh, please don’t cry! Did I make you cry?” She laughs tearfully, squeezing your shoulder. You choke out a laugh at her reaction, shaking your head no.

“I leave her alone for five minutes and you already made her cry?” Comes Dabi’s voice at the entryway of the kitchen, his tall frame blocking the path. He walks over to where you and Rei are standing, placing a warm hand on the small of your back. “What did mom say to make you cry?”

Rei sniffles and you dab a finger under your eyes, trying to keep your tears at bay. “Nothing,” you reply, unconsciously leaning back on his chest as you keep your emotions in check. In front of you, Rei has a fond look in her eyes as she watches Dabi tuck a strand of hair behind your ears and your wobbly smile directed at her son.

Your little moment is ruined when the front door shuts close with a loud rattle. Dabi tenses behind and you crane your neck enough to see across the living room a tall and broad man with bright red hair.

“That’s your father,” Mrs. Todoroki sighs.

The food is good but the dinner is awkward. Todoroki Enji made sure that either you nor Dabi will be able to sit through tonight peacefully.

“I’m surprised you managed to stick around my son this long,” Enji rumbles, looking at you briefly before going back to his meal. Four months. That’s what you and Dabi came up with for your pretend relationship. You’ve been dating for four months and you both knew each other after getting paired up for a History project. It’s not much of a lie since you did meet because of History.

“I’m surprised Dabi managed to stick around me this long,” you reply nervously, trying to make light of the situation. It seems you only made it worse when Enji’s sharp eyes bote onto yours.

“Dabi?” He inquires, head tilting to the side. The rest of the Todorokis are quiet except him. “You call him that?”

You nod, stomach churning. Any time now and you might just throw up. “You call him by that name, huh?” He chuckles hollowly, shaking his head. “Imagine my surprise when I saw you here, much less as Touya’s infamous girlfriend. If I didn’t know better, he just hired you as a fake girlfriend to run away from tradition.”

Tradition. Right. Dabi has mentioned to you once that his parents were arranged. He’s told you how he knows his father doesn’t really love his mom. You know about the abuse and the way he treats his family.

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong because what Dabi－,” you pause, turning briefly to look at him, “Touya. What Touya and I have is pretty much real.”

Enji scoffs, a large, heavy palm slapping on the smooth surface of their mahogany table. “Tell me that again when you’re still here a year from now.”

“Sure,” you smile, cheeks aching with how forced it is. It baffles you how Dabi’s father has all the authority in this household －how no one dares to object or talk back.

Todoroki Enji decides to surprise when deep chuckles start escaping his lips. “You,” he points a finger at you, “I like you. You’re brave. Not a single person in this household can face me like that. You’re too good for that boy,” he nods over Dabi’s direction. From your peripheral, you can see just how tight Dabi’s hands are clenched, and you reach over to place one over his.

“Actually, he’s too good for me,” you quip back. You have no idea where this sudden surge of confidence is coming from, but that doesn’t matter. You need to say what you have to say. You wouldn’t be seeing this family ever again after this anyways. “Touya is actually a good man. He’s more than what meets the eye. Maybe you’ll know that if you paid enough attention to him － and all your children, honestly.”

There’s no taking back what you just spewed out. Too stunned, you aren’t aware of the smug smirk and raised eyebrows Dabi is sporting. You don’t see the way Natsuo is trying to fight off his smile. Mrs. Todoroki and Fuyumi have a hand in their faces and Shouto, for the first time since you arrived, looks at you wholly and quite in awe. With your blood rushing in your ears and heart beating erratically, you open your mouth to excuse yourself, but Dabi beats you to it.

“Now if you would just excuse us.” And he’s tugging on your hand. You whisper out a quiet “I’m sorry,” when you pass by Rei, and you’re out of the front door.

“So,” you grin, hugging the mug of hot chocolate to your chest with your feet tucked beneath you. “On a scale of one to ten, how good was I at ruining your family’s dinner?”

After that whole dinner fiasco, you both just decided to go home to your apartment. Dabi is currently sprawled over the other end of your couch, his feet perched on the coffee table (you told him three times already to put it down) and three of his shirt buttons are undone. He’s got his own cup of hot chocolate on his hand, the other playing with the frills of your throw pillow.

“An eleven,” he grins back at you. He leans over and places his mug on the table. “That took guts.”

You nod. “It did. It just didn’t sit right with me how he talked about you like that, like － I remember you telling me how he used to be all over you as a child, but after Shouto was born, he neglected all of you. He isn’t － That’s not － What kind of father does that?” You sigh, groaning when you remember Rei and the rest of his siblings had to witness that.

“That is so embarrassing. I’m pretty sure your mom hates me now.”

“Trust me,” Dabi chuckles, sitting upright and moving closer to you, “she does not. You should have seen Natsu. He was about to lose it.”

“Still,” you press, throwing him a dirty look. “Who talks like that to their boyfriend’s dad on the first meeting?”

Dabi stares at you, turquoise eyes brighter than ever. “So I’m your boyfriend now?”

You’re pretty sure your heart just skipped a beat at that. “I mean, t-technically. Right? That was － That was what we － That was what we were pretending to be.”

Reality dawns on you again. This is all pretend. No matter how warm Rei and his sibling welcomed you, no matter how much Rei adored you, you’ll never see them again. This is a one time thing － something beneficial for the two of you. And as much as it breaks your heart that you got attached to Dabi that fast, you try to hide your sadness by saying, “at least I won’t see them again, so technically, talking back to your dad is fine.”

“Do you want to though?”

“I － What?”

Dabi leans closer. “Do you want to stop pretending?”

You don’t answer. You can’t answer. “Is this a trick question?”

He goes closer. The tips of his hair are grazing your forehead. Even this close, Dabi seems to be looming over you. “I wouldn’t mind making it real.”

“I really don’t want to see your father again,” you whisper. Dabi barely closes the gap between the two of you, nose touching yours.

“We can arrange that.”

more notes: tbh this kind of strayed, uh, kinda far from the bad boy x straight a student au but that’s just because most of what i plan ends up straying kind of far from the original idea. but never mind that, i’m happy with how this turned out. EXCUSE ME THAT LAST LINE? WITH THE ARRANGE THING? HELLO? AM I GIVING MYSELF TOO MUCH CREDITS? I MIGHT BE, BUT I DON’T CARE. also ze (´ ▽｀) if you ever get tagged by me on another dabi fic, it’s just me making up for this late post i am sorry.

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hottest apology | kim taehyung

genre: smut, slight fluff

starring: taehyung x reader

synopsis: you made him mad so you gave him the hottest apology ever.

words: 2,730 words

tags: jealousy, submissive reader, insecurity, daddy!kinks, handjob, bl*w!job, boob!fuck, fingering, slight dom taehyung, cl*t tease,

side notes: it’s been 3 months since i wrote, holy shit sorry if it’s bad, i have lost my writing skills lol and also its taehyung ff again bc im always obsessed with him bye.

**

It’s been 5 days since Taehyung have talked to you. Exactly 5 days since both of you got into a pretty serious and heated argument. 5 days is quite long for someone like him to be this mad. Well, your boyfriend has been that gentle, calm and observant person that he always be the one who breaks the silence first but it’s different now.

You’re not sure if the thing really triggered him this much to the point it’s making him to do something he never did before—leaving the house. All because of one thing he seems to hate the most.

“Oh my god, Taehyung. Stop being a kid. He just wanted my help, that’s all?” you frowned at him while holding the tone in your voice. You knew he hate it when you sound annoyed and pissed when talking to him.

Taehyung’s jaw was clenched even more at your words as he leaned against the wall with crossed arms. He probably has been waiting you to come home since forever.

“Really? I didn’t know keeping him company at the coffee shop is one of the ways of ‘helping’ him. What did you guys do?” His deep eyes were piercing into yours and swear to God, it gave butterflies to your system. Let alone his croaky voice that filled the room—making your heart raced for no reason. That was hot. Fuck yeah, not a good time to be horny.

You adjusted your position at the bedroom door—exchanging eye contacts with your boyfriend who seemed to be really mad but it didn’t come to your mind that he is actually being serious. Probably he was just moody that you came back late. You tried to convince yourself.

“He was alone and stressed so I kept him company for a while. Nothing much, baby. He is nothing to me. We did nothing.Seriously,” you spoke, defensively even deep inside, you were tired to death. All you wanted was to sleep and For God’s sake, your quick coffee sessions with Seonghwa was random. He just happened to be in the same shop with you. Why did Taehyung think you want to let him get into your panties? Exaggerating.

“Did you even tell me before you met him?”

“No? Because it’s unplanned?”

Just as you thought Taehyung would let this topic go, he looked even madder. His gaze was flamed in fire, his body was tensed and stiffed just like the prominent veins along his neck. He has this habit where he would roll up the shirt sleeves and ruffle his hair when he is mad. Silence filled the room as both of you didn’t say anything.

“I thought I said I hate him. I hate to see you with him. I just don’t want to see you with him. isn’t that clear to you?,” his voice was too low and it made him sound very dominant. Fuck, something was twirling in your stomach.

You jaw was dropped.

“Taehyung! He’s just fr-“

“Who cares? You’re mine. Fucking mine and I don’t like sharing. I never fucking do. I thought you knew that huh?” he stared at you with his flaming eyes and raised eyebrows while chewing his mouth. If stare could stab people, you could die by now. Your mouth felt dry as you’ve lost words to say. Taehyung has never been this mad before.

You supressed a small chuckle to ease the tension.

“Taehyung, are you jealous?”

But what a wrong move. He left the house.

Now, he is giving you the coldest treatment ever. He don’t kiss you, call you pet names, make love to you like he always did or even look at you more than 10 seconds. You thought he would only act up like this for few days but now, it almost been a week. And as ego as you’re, you don’t even start to make up even deep inside, you pretty much understand why he did this.

Taehyung has always been such a protective boyfriend. He made it clear he dislikes Seonghwa and you already promised him to stay away from the guy. You broke the promise and now you need to face the consequences. Swear to God, these 5 days were killing you inside. You missed him so much.

His kiss, his touch, his morning voice, his jokes but why can’t you face him and say sorry? Is it because it’s always him to fix the relationship first? Is it because it’s always him to come to you and say sorry first?

You don’t realise that until one night. One bloody night when you realised that he is only yours and you hate sharing. Your whole body is filled with jealousy and greed when you are left alone at your table in his stupid company dinner as Taehyung is surrounded by so many people, who probably have been waiting for him.

You know he is popular for his kind personality and looks since he composes music for these popular people but you don’t know he is this popular. A sudden jealousy and insecurity hit you like a truck when you finally realised that you’ve taken him for granted after all these while. He chose you over these people yet you did the thing he hated the most.

He will make sure you know how much he loves you—being that home you always go back to when things got hard, let alone showering you with the honesty and security you deserve in this relationship. Few seconds in, you just figured it out—he never did something that hurts you to the point you wanted to leave the house. But you did that to him. You broke this good guy’s heart.

From afar, he’s definitely look good with someone else other than you and it’s giving you an unfamiliar pain in the chest. This fight is longest and the hardest fight you ever had with him and it hurts you even more when his eyes catch yours in the middle of crowded party

but, he looked away.

**

The house feels dead. It feels gloomy and sad when both of you just got home from the party and he didn’t even want to say anything as he goes to the bedroom. Not even a glance. Fucking hell, it drives you crazy.

By the time you got in the room, he just come out from the toilet—freshly bathed. The sweet scent from the shampoo and soaps fills your sense with his naked body in the sight. There is nothing coming out from your mouth as you notice him looking away from your gaze. He feels distant and cold.

“Baby,” after a while, you speak out.

No answer.

“I’m sorry,”

Taehyung looks unbothered when he keeps drying his wet hair with the small towel with his back facing you. Your heart hurts a lot.

“I’m so sorry, I miss you. Talk to me,” tears start to pool in your eyes when you can’t hold the pain of being ignored by a man whom you loved the most. Did he stop loving you? Did he find someone else?

Few steps are taken before you slowly wrap your arms around his torso from behind—hugging him tight as you bury your face on his back. He is very tall and well-built that he makes you feel safe and sound.

Taehyung doesn’t move or push you away—rather than hugging you back, he just let you do whatever you want to do. Good thing because you know what you want to do.

Slowly, you pull away from him and come to face him. You don’t have the courage to look at him in the eyes, making you to come closer to him before kissing his bare chest. Kissing him gives you such serotonin that nothing can explain. It makes you happy and high to the point you want to have all of him for yourself only. Every inches of him.

His gaze—you can feel it. He is looking down at you but the courage to look at him has gone when you know how greedy you are when it comes to him. But you did him wrong. How do you fix this?

The tension fills the room before you finally make some move by tracing your fingers on his torso—admiring his lines with this familiar knot in your stomach. His wet and naked body sting your lower abdomen—making your panty sticky wet. Fuck, you want him. In you. Now.

“Hm?” a husky hum leaves his mouth right after you push him on the bed. He is clearly confused at your sudden gesture but for some reason, he is anticipating it—which brings you another butterflies. He stares at you while biting his lower lip with a small smile appears in the corner of his lips. This guy is fucking hot.

Ignoring him, you get to your knees in front him as he sits on the edge of the bed—with your face only few inches away from his crotch before you bring your hand on the fold of the towel that has been covering his lower body.

“What are you doing?” he says with a small playful smile across the lips, sounded confused as ever. You look at him with a needy eyes.

“Apologize,” you mumble before looking back down to his crotch. This time, it wasn’t covered anymore. It’s huge, hard, raw and delicious—you can’t help but leaning closer as you take him fully into your mouth. A soft whimper leaves his mouth at the sudden warmth.

With your might, you take his length into your mouth until it completely disappear from the sight while your small hand rubbing around his cock. Your head is bobbing up and down—licking and circling every veins around the cock to the head to taste the salty pre-cum that leaves his tip. You moan-- clenching your pussy at the feels. He’s tasted so good, making you moan. A very needy one. You spread his legs before you place one of your hands on his firm thigh to give it a soft rub. He moans even louder. What a sound.

The knot and dripping juice from your pussy keeps making you crazy to the point you wanna beg at him to fuck you right now. You don’t care anymore. It’s been 5 days.

“Mmmm, ahh,” the erotic moan fills the room along with the wet slurping sound coming from your mouth. Taking a quick glance at him with your half-closed eyes, you find him staring down at you with a clenched jaw. His eyes has darkened in desire and lust, body got tensed up and raspy grunts keep escaping his mouth. The eye contacts—oh God, this is sexy. He is feeling good. It drives you crazy.

You suck him even harder—going up and down even faster as his cock twitches every time you lick it. He lifts his hip to thrust even deeper to your throat, making you gurgle around his cock head. You can feel he’s coming as it hardened in your mouth but before he could cum on your face, you immediately stop—making him groan in frustrations. A small smile escape your lips as you let the wet saliva drips to your neck. What a messy blow job but for some reason, this is making your pussy stings in cum.

Without taking your time, you take off your short dress—unclasp the bra around your breasts before you place his cock between them. The next thing, you find yourself rubbing your boobs around his length as he grabs your hair to make you go faster.

Taehyung grunts even louder, moaning to the air at the pleasure. He closes his eyes while groaning like a tiger.

“Ah! Mmm, Your cock feels nice, baby,” you moan as you quicken the pace.

“Oh Fucckk, yeah, yeah like that,” he moans as he boob-fucking you. His breath has hitched and trembling before you could feel how hardened he has become.

“Baby...Ahh! I’m....,” you moan.

“I’m so sorry. Forgive me. I miss you,” you say while moaning loud,looking up to his eyes as you pump harder around his huge cock while licking the tip—begging like a needy puppy. Both you and him are humping on each other—probably he is as desperate as you are. Eyes to eyes. Yes, you’re desperate for him. Only him.

“Baby, cum on my face, let me taste you,” you beg before sticking your tongue out—waiting for him to pump his seed all over your face. You know he loves this shit. It’s his favourite kink.

Taehyung grunts, standing up on his feet, pumping his cock for few more times before the white cum plasters all over your face as it keeps coming from the tip. In just few seconds, you swallow the bitter-salty cum greedily, licking every part of them while staring at Taehyung, who is breathing heavily on the bed. He stares at you for few second before running a hand in his messy hair while chuckling playfully.

“Come here,” without letting you calm down, he pulls you closer to him before pinning you down to the bed as he crawls on top of your naked body.

“That was the hottest apology I’ve ever got,” he chuckles while breathing hard as he traces his finger on your torso to your lower abdomen. Soft whimpers leaves your mouth, it makes him chuckle even more.

“Is it accepted yet?” you ask in breathy voice. He frowns while biting down his lower lips.

“I don’t think so. I need more,” he says, holding a smile.

You look at him. He is fucking handsome with those deep eyes, boyish smile. God, you wish he fucks you everyday. He’s look delicious. Especially those lips.

Can’t wait any longer, you take his face in your hands, you pull him for the deepest kiss, sucking his mouth, begging for his touch. He grunts in the kiss—sucking your tongue, biting your lip almost to stain it with blood.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now, Taehyung,” you whimper in the horniest way ever. Whatever he does, he needs to fuck you now.

“I’m still mad at you,” he grunts before he starts rubbing your clit. You yelp in pleasure.

“I don’t care. Fuck me, daddy,”

Taehyung smiles, satisfied. Probably happy that you become this submissive only for him.

“Sure, let’s remind you how good my fingers are inside your damn pussy” he says as he put 2 fingers inside you without warning—making your body jerks in surprise. He starts thrusting his long and thick fingers inside you, twirling and pinching every part of your pussy—making your body bounce every time he fuck your pussy.

A gush of air leaves your lungs as you scream out loud, while you fist in his damp fluffy hair, pulling his face closer to you. Taehyung keeps fingering fuck you while staring down to see how messed up he has made you become. He chuckles and quicken the pace every time you moan his name—telling him to never stop.

“Why? You like it huh?” he hums, rubbing your clit with his thumb while thrusting another 2 finger inside. You see nothing but stars. Moan and moan.

Arched back, rolled eyes, curled toes.

“Ah~~~~Mmm,mmm,” you bite the lower lip to hold the sound. You’re very sure the neighbour know you’re getting fucked tonight.

“I’m coming. Mmm baby, i’m—Ah!”

“Too soon,” Taehyung replies before quicken the pace. The splashing and wet sound from the pussy juice makes his cock hardened as it rubs your inner thigh when he moves. You cry—holding around his arms for support as you’re reaching your climax.

The next second,you cum around his fingers. Your whole body flinches in pleasure, hitched breath fills the space as he pulls his wet fingers out of your pussy and with your own eyes, you saw him licking the juice while staring down at you.

He licks every parts of the fingers without looking away from your exhausted eyes. Your jaw almost dropped when he smiles at you. Holy shit, that is fucking hot. This guy is sickly hot. You don’t understand.

He didn’t stop there.

“Bear yourself, baby. I’m going to fuck you really hard that you know how I fucking despise sharing what’s mine,” Taehyung says as he positions his cock on your entrance while spreading your legs around his waist. Wide, just for him.

What a long night but you’re not complaining. Not at all.

**

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PARAPHILIA - Part 3

Pairing: sub!Baekhyun x CEO!Reader

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, slice of life, fluff (a tiny bit), smut

Tags: gentle dom/sub dynamics, sub!Baekhyun, apron, footjob, feet in mouth, praising, cum play

Raiting: +18 (you know me 🤪)

Word count: 3k

Summary: when you come back home from a very tiring day of work, your boyfriend Baekhyun knows exactly how to calm your nerves: with a foot massage.

A/N: This one has a different kind of dynamic since it’s gentle femdom. You see, the girl behing this blog is a switch so I hope you can enjoy this content too. Anyways don’t hesitate to comment or slide into my asks💖💖. - Cat 😽

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Paraphilia #3: Podophilia, sexual attraction to feet

W O R S H I P

You massage your temple in small circles as you try your hardest to concentrate on the road, driving your black Mercedes SUV. Today was a really rough day at work.

You were CEO of a startup company that designs programmes protecting video games and preventing hackers to illegally distribute the games. The company is ever growing as the hackers become more and more inventive.

Today you met with Kazuo 'Kaz' Hirai, CEO of the Playstation branch of the Sony Interactive Entertainment group. You had to negotiate a contract to be the company to protect every playstation exclusive game that was to be released in the next five years. Needless to say, a huge deal for you and your company.

"Aishh..." you scoffed as you recalled the cold expression of the japanese middle aged man. That old fart was really stubborn and strong headed. But so were you which made the negotiations rather difficult. After hours and hours of negotiating you finally came to an agreement interesting enough to the both of you, your firm but also Sony.

So yes it was a really rough day. And you were tired... and hungry. Very hungry you thought as you pulled over in the drive away of the modern residence.

Once in the entry you were instantly greeted by the smell of delicious food coming from the kitchen. You didn't even bother taking off your high heeled black pumps and simply directly walked to the dining room.

There you find the table neatly arranged for two. Your boyfriend Baekhyun comes in from the kitchen and instantly jumps when he sees you.

"You scared me! I didn't hear you coming!" he says holding his chest. You puff out a laugh.

He still has the oven mits on, he's wearing a casual pastel green shirt with comfy jeans, topped with a cute blue apron. He's just adorable.

"Sorry I'm so tired I just didn't feel like yelling "i'm home" when I came in"

"I knew it was going to be a tiring day for you so I made you dinner" he came over to you and took off the oven mits then your coat and purse which he placed on the coffee table. He pulled the chair for you.

"That's so gentlemanly of you thank you" you said as you were getting seated. He bowed his head returning your smile before disappearing into the kitchen.

Soon he came back holding the food. Your eyes lit up at the delicious sight and you sat up on your chair. Baekhyun served you and himself then sat just right in front of you.

"Thank you for the food" you said as you leaned in and extended your arm to gently squeeze his hand over the table. He lightly blushes.

"You're welcome" he said before looking down on his chest. "Oops I forgot to take the apron off." he stood up again but you stopped him.

"No keep it on... I think it suits you! It's cute" you smiled at him, he smiled and sat back down.

You proceeded to eat, during the meal Baekhyun kept quiet about your work. He knew it was better to let you eat and enjoy a peaceful evening before actually starting to ask questions. Even though it killed him not to know and he just wanted to bombard you with a thousand questions.

"Aaah... I'm so full" you said rubbing your stomach. Baekhyun cutely smiled at you, his eyes forming crescents that complimented nicely his constellation moles.

"I'm glad you liked it"

"Of course I loved it you're the best cook ever" he was embarrassed at the compliment but flattered anyway.

"Thank you" he then marked a silence and hesitantly asked. "Hmmm... y/n... so how were the negotiations?" finally he asked the question that was burning his lips. You sighed. You would have liked it if he had waited until tomorrow to ask you but on the other hand you understood his curiosity. This contract was a turning point for the company.

"Well... it was... difficult" you said simply. Baekhyun stayed silent only waiting for more details. "Yes... basically I had to cut back on a lot of things I asked... I mean they were the bigger company at the table so I didn't have much negotiation power..." Baekhyun creased his eyebrows, worried. "But I still managed to secure a good deal. So, yes, next week we will officially sign the papers" you said finally. Baekhyun bursted in a loud celebration, which took you by surprise.

"Honey! that's great! you worked so hard for this!"

"Yeah" you said unconvinced... Honestly to you it somehow felt like a small defeat since you had to cut back on so many things but at the same time you had no other choice... "I think I'm just frustrated about how it actually went down, you know?" Baekhyun took your hand in his.

"Honey... the most important thing is that even if the deal isn't the absolute best it's still good for the company and if you do a good job in the course of the next 5 years they will want to work with you again and maybe other big companies will also want to... Next target Nintendo!" He said with a huge smile, gently rubbing your hand with his thumb.

That is something you always loved about Baekhyun. After dating for so long people complain about your significant other not being surprising anymore. When truly it's the best thing about having a relationship. The person staring back at you knows you like you two share the same heart. When your mind is full and you can't seem to put your thoughts into words… you don't have to because they know you. Baekhyun knows you. 

He cheers you on when you're down. Sees the positive when you are tired of restlessly hoping. He's your light. He lights up your path everywhere you go.

He was adorable, staring back at you with dark brown eyes and the cute blue apron. So so cute... that unholy ideas started to form inside your dirty mind.

"You're right" you said looking back at him. Under the table you extended your leg and started to rub your foot on his pants. Baekhyun instantly stiffened, his smile dropped. "If only there was a way that I could relax..." you smirked at him with suggestive eyes.

"M-maybe a f-foot massage?" Baekhyun asked hesitantly, he was such a cutie stuttering like this. It made your heart melt.

"Why not?" you said shrugging, acting casual.

Baekhyun took a step in your direction but you stopped him.

"No!" he stopped in his tracks. Looked him up and down, licking your lips, anticipating what was to come. "Crawl to me" you said, smirking again. Baekhyun's warm smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was replaced by that soft submissive expression that you loved so much.

Without a word he got on all fours and slowly approached you, not breaking the eye contact you had. His face was slightly blushed, mixed with embarrassment and anticipation.

Once he reached you, you gently cupped his cheeks.

"Good boy" you praised him. Then you pushed back your chair and rotated on your butt to face him. You crossed your leg and presented him the foot that was hanging in the air. "Now do your thing"

Baekhyun looked up at you then he placed one hand over the heel of your shoe to support your leg the other hand behind your calf. He laid a soft kiss on your ankle and trailed his way down to stop where the shoe went over your toes. He looked up at you for further instructions.

"Lick it" you said. He didn't hesitate to stick his tongue out and lightly flick it against the shiny leather. A satisfied smile spread on your lips. He kissed the shoe again and you felt him lightly pull on the heel to take it off. You quickly lifted his chin with the pointy tip of the shoe.

"No.. Not yet" he whimpered cutely. He's so impatient. "Stand" you command. He does as he's told. "Now strip but keep the apron" he nods

He slips his hands underneath the blue apron and starts to unbutton his shirt. He then takes off one sleeve then the other one. He drops the pastel shirt to the ground. His toned arms move to mesmerize you. You bite on your bottom lip as he continues the show.

He moves on to unbuckle his belt and peels the denim off his skin. Finally he removes his boxers which he throws to the side.

He's left completely naked apart from the apron, which is tightly hugging him. The thin fabric is letting little to the imagination. You can clearly see his broad shoulders and arms who rest at his side and Baekhyun's pretty pink nipples. You let your eyes go down where you can see your boyfriend's bulge pitching a slightly twitchy tent underneath. You lick your lips thinking he's already so excited for you.

"Kiss me" you said lifting your head up slightly. Baekhyun bent down and linked his lips with yours in a heated and passionate kiss. 

You untangled your fingers in his hairs, lightly pulling on it, which made him cutely whimper into your mouth. You took the opportunity to push your tongue inside his mouth and deepen the kiss, pulling harder on his hair. He let out cute muffled moans. Then finally you let go of him. He was panting, face flushed red and his hair was messy.

"Now you may remove my shoes" you uncrossed your legs and laid both your feet flat on the ground. Baekhyun hurriedly kneeled down and removed both your shoes, setting them neatly on the side. Your feet made contact with the cold tiles of the dining room. But you didn't mind at all.

"Now lick them" you commanded. Baekhyun was ready to lift your feet to his mouth but you stopped him. "No get down there and lick them from the ground" you said sternly.

Baekhyun placed both his palms on the floor and bent his arms until his cheek touched the tiles. His ass was up in the air when he started to lick your toes. The tickling sensation sent goosebumps on your body and you sighed in satisfaction, fully enjoying the power you held over him.

You then slowly lifted your foot to give him access to your soles. He never broke contact with your foot and his face followed as you lifted it, bringing him back in his initial kneeling position. When he could finally lick your sole he didn't wait for a second. He licked your foot from the heel up to the toes. Your soles were his favourite part and you knew it. You smirked when you saw him indulge himself in the moment.

"Suck my toes" you commanded again. He nodded vigorously, tightly grabbing your foot and as he opened his mouth to bring your big toe inside it. He looked back at you and a soft moan escaped your lips feeling his wet mouth around your foot. "Such a good boy" you moaned softly, your breathing getting ever so slightly quicker.

"Enough!" You say before abruptly taking back your foot. You push him on his chest which causes him to fall back on his butt and his palms flat on the tiles. In this position the tent he's pitching is very visible. And you can't wait to finally see it.

You bring your toes underneath the apron around his crotch area and with a flick of the ankle you push back the fabric over the belt.

Finally you lay eyes on his twitching and aching cock. Precum is already seeping from the slit and you can't help but to smile from ear to ear when you finally uncover it.

"Look at this... Aren't we excited?" you asked, bringing your toes to his balls. Baekhyun stiffens.

"Y-yes" he whispers, unable to take off his eyes from your feet. You lightly lift your foot to the base of his shaft and he buckles up his hips, impatient.

"No no... you have to be good, okay? Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" you coo.

"Yes!" he says excitedly, his eyes still on your foot, nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Good boy" you say before wrapping his cock with both feet and starting to pump his swollen dick. Immediately his eyes roll back as he bites his bottom lip. You pick up the pace and Baekhyun looks back at you. You normally don't go this hard right away but he's not complaining. He feels so good from the footjob.

Baekhyun's saliva really lubed up your feet and they glide easily on his precum oozing dick. You continue to harshly jerk his cock with your feet.

"Fuck... Honey... This is... Aaah... so gooddd!!" he says moaning shamelessly in between each word. He sounds so needy and whiny and most of all he looks absolutely delighted with his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his mouth hanging open.

You felt him twitch around your toes and withdraw them immediately before he can spill his juice. Baekhyun let out a disappointed whimper as the pleasure fades away. You can't help but to smirk when you see him squirm.

"Get up" you command him.

You stand up from the chair and flip the table cloth over the dirty dishes, making way for you to sit.

You take your time, taking every single piece of clothing off you, striping sensually for your boyfrined who thickly swallows as you're removing the last piece of fabric.

You set your bottom on the dark wood of the dining table and lean back over on your elbow, your knees together bent back on your chest. Baekhyun stands in front of you, his dark red cock seeping precum and twitching.

You then part your knees slowly, uncovering your glistening pink folds absolutely drenched in your juices. You're feeling incredibly aroused. Baekhyun is in awe in front of such a view. No matter how many times he's seen you, every time he still is breathless.

"Come here baby" you say as you gesture to him to come close. "Now fuck me baby" you murmur in a sultry tone.

Baekhyun can't believe his ears. Rare are the occasions when you let him fuck you. Most of the time you are on top and in control. But today he's been such a good boy you exceptionally let him be on top.

He doesn't take one more second to align himself with your lonely and aching center. Slowly he pushes himself inside you. The slip is easy as your juices coat even your inner thighs. You gasp delightfully at the sensation of him gently stretching you open.

"Fuck... Y/n...Aaaah" Baekhyun lets out a high pitched moan that wakes up the butterflies in your stomach. You love to hear his struggling moans.

"Fuck me faster" you command your boyfriend who has his eyes tight shut, trying his hardest not to bust right away.

He takes a bruising grip on your fleshy thighs and gradually he picks up the pace, waves of heat and pleasure wash over your entire body as you shamelessly moan while Baekhyun makes your breasts jump with each thrust.

"Tell me how good this feels baby" you tell him, craving more of his high pitched and needy voice. Baekhyun whimpers before answering.

"Aaah... Your pussy feels so good" he says before letting go of one of your thighs to bring your foot to his face. He buried his nose in your sole. "Fuck... aaaah... Honey" he sounds pleading, so submissive despite the fact that he's the one over you roughly pounding into you.

He gasps when he feels your walls tightening around him. He takes one of your toes in his mouth. He makes you feel so good, the way he doesn't restrain his thrusts has you gasping each time his tip kisses your cervix. Your moans and his mix in a beautiful symphony that resonates in the empty dining room.

"Baekhyun don't stop I'm gonna cum" You moan as you extend your hand to bring a little attention to your clit. With two fingers your circle your swollen and needy bud. The pleasure rises again and beads of sweat roll in between your bouncing tits.

"Fuckk... I'm cumming too" he says in one breathy moan, your toes hanging on his lips.

"Aaaah yes baby" you moan finally letting go of the knot in your stomach. Your pussy tightly clenching around Baekhyun's cock, milking it to the last drop of cum.

Baekhyun then pulls out to spread the last streams of cum on your feet, which you bring in front of his pulsing cock and point out. You feel the hot liquid coat your toes and your ankles as Baekhyun cusses and moans loudly.

He then staggers to one of the chairs and crashes on it. His cock still pulsing in his fist, chest heaving and glistening with sweat.

You look at him straight in the eyes when you bring your feet to your mouth and lick them clean. The bitter and sweet taste of Baekhyun's cum fills your mouth. You close your eyes fully enjoying it, moaning against your toes on your lips. Baekhyun looks at you being this naughty with an evil glint in the eye.

"Baby you taste so good" you whisper. Baekhyun smiles, still panting and exhausted.

"Does that mean I'll get to be on top more often?" he asks.

"Hmmm..." you bring your finger to scratch your chin, fainting to think deeply.

"No" you say with a smile. You're already off in the staircase laughing when Baekhyun grumbles and pouts cutely protesting.

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