#I’m halfway through B&G and having a really hard week

[monstersinthecosmos]

this is one of my fav Marius songs 🤧

[helloprettybb]

orders

i swear i don’t only write smut. i have actual ideas!! but this is all i can come up with and honestly, my mental health has been a steady decline. sooooo, posting a fic will make me feel a little better.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

description: during a mission, you didn’t listen to your captain. so now, you get punished.

warnings: cursing, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), edging, daddy kink, degradation, praise kink (sorta), just a whole lot honestly probably forgot something

word count: 2.3k

“What did I say?” Steve asks once you close the bedroom door behind you. His voice is low and angry, which is scarier than if he were yelling. If you were being honest, you deserved his exasperation. What you did was reckless and completely disobeyed orders, but in the heat of the moment, you didn’t really care.

“Retreat,” you mumbled, knowing how much trouble you were in. Steve hadn’t spoken to you since the mission ended and the two of you could be alone. The moment the jet landed, he stormed off to his room. Steve didn’t even need to tell you to follow him, because you knew whatever was coming would be much worse if you didn’t.

“And what did you do?” Steve questions, knowing you knew the answer.

“I proceeded with the mission,” you replied, head low and eyes stuck on the ground. You were usually confident and brimming with enthusiasm, but on the receiving end of Steve’s anger, you couldn’t even lift your head up. Steve senses your timidness, so he grabs your chin and forces you to meet his eyes. Unlike their usual softness, his eyes are tough and piercing. You fight a little to lower your head, but Steve’s strong grip stops any resistance. You know he’s angry with you, but you can’t stop the dirty thoughts that rush into your mind

“You did. And what happens when you disobey orders?” Steve asks, his tone leaving you trembling beneath him.

“I get punished,” you answer meekly. Steve softens slightly at your small tone, but not enough to concede. After all, you deserve what’s coming.

“That’s right, dolly. And you were a bad girl today.” he says. “What’s the safe word?”

“Daisies.” you tell him.

Steve nods, “Strip and get on the bed.” You follow his orders, shedding your clothes in record time. You know whatever punishment you’re going to receive is going to be bad, so you’d rather have it over quick.

Once Steve sees you positioned the way he likes, on your back and legs spread, he strolls over to the bed. “Now what am I going to do with you? I would spank you,” Steve hovers above you, inches away from your face. You want to kiss his perfect lips, but you know any defiance will be met with even more punishment.

“But you seem to enjoy it.” he whispers faintly. “How about… edging?”

Your eyes widen, “B-but-”

Steve cuts you off, grinning, “No buts, baby. It’s a punishment after all.” He cups your chin with his hand and spares you one kiss. It’s short and hardly enough to appease you, but it’s enough to tell you that he doesn’t want to hurt you too badly. “Now, when I say I’m going to play with the tight pussy as much as I want, you’re going to ask…”

“How many times?” You love your sweet Steve, but when this possessive, domineering Steve comes out, you melt every time.

He hums. “Four.” You refrain from talking back. “But if you cum once, I’ll double it.” Steve moves his right hand down to your clit. After a light slap that makes you keen, he starts rubbing circles. You bite your lip and try to keep your moans in.

A few slip out and Steve says, “Such a fucking whore. Are you about to cum? Is my dumb baby going to cum from me rubbing her little clit?” Steve’s taunts shouldn’t turn you on as much as they do, but your moans get louder after every insult.

You’re on the verge of cumming and Steve can tell as he pulls his hand away. “Count.”

“One.” you say breathily, recovering from the verge of orgasm. Steve kneels, his face level with your pussy.

“Fuck, so wet. Want a taste.” he says, diving into your pussy. He laps it up as if he enjoys it more than you. Steve’s told you before that he could spend all day in between your legs with his mouth on your pussy. Like everything else, Steve’s amazing at eating pussy and you start to squirm above him. Your fidgeting increases and your grip on the sheets tightens.

When you move your hands to his shoulders, Steve pulls away. “No touching.” You let out a whine and Steve scolds, “Spoiled brat. Thinking you can get everything you want. Shoulda taught you a lesson sooner.”

You move your hands back to your sides and Steve dives back in. You’re almost there so you start to shake. Steve stops you with a firm arm across your waist.

You gasp out, “I-I’m gonna cum.” Steve pulls away. He moves up so that he’s face to face.

Steve stares at you expectantly and you say, “Two.”

He smiles, “See, this isn’t too bad. Halfway there.” He kisses you again with a little more heat. When you wrap your legs around his waist, he doesn’t stop you.

“Maybe he’ll be nice and shorten your punishment.” You think, but you’re sadly mistaken. Desperate for more, you move your hips up against his when Steve grabs your sides and pins you down to the bed. He pulls away and whispers, “Oh, so you think you can do whatever you want?” You shake your head quickly.

“Then why are you rutting your hips like a desperate whore?” he asks.

“I want to cum.” you reply.

“You want to cum?” He mocks. You nod, anticipating your release. “Well, you can’t. You still have two left. Now ride my thigh.”

He sits up on the bed and you move on top of him. Straddling his thigh, you grip his shoulders as you start to grind on his thigh. You’re extra sensitive from the previous near orgasms and find yourself needing your release quickly.

“Should punish you for humping my fucking leg.” he whispers into your ear. You cry out from both the pleasure of his thigh and the threat of his words. “But you’re riding my thigh so fucking good.” You would smile at the praise if your brain wasn’t muddled.

“Shit, baby. Making a mess on my suit.” You just about cum at the idea of your cum forever being on his suit. Everyone would know that you’re his and he’s yours.

You whine, “Wanna cum.”  

“Don’t you dare cum. If you do, I won’t touch you for a week.” he threatens. You groan and continue to ride his thigh until you’re about to hit your release.Your movements start to get sloppy, a sign you should stop.

Forcing the delay of your high, you slump against him and murmur, “Three.”

“Dumb little slut. Only listen when you know you’re in trouble.” he says above you. “If you don’t cum on my fingers, I’ll let you cum as many times as you want on my cock.” You perk up at that.

Steve laughs spitefully at your eagerness. He dips a finger through your folds before pushing a finger in. You moan loudly at the sensation and Steve barely gives you time to adjust before adding another.

He finger-fucks you as your grip on his bicep tightens. He ignores your whimpers and pleas to stop as he adds another finger.

Three fingers deep in your pussy, he asks, “You wanna cum? Does the little slut wanna cum?” You nod, pleasure and pain all in one. Your moans get louder, a signal that you’re almost there. He pulls his fingers out and you collapse onto him, with your face in the crook of his neck.

“How many was that?” he asks quietly.

“Four.” you barely get out. Steve rubs up and down your back.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. I’m so proud.” he whispers sweetly into your ear. “Did you learn your lesson?” You nod. Even though you can’t see his face, you can tell that he’s beaming. “Since you were a good girl for your punishment, you deserve a reward. I think I promised you could cum on my cock as many times as you want.”

You pull away and face Steve. His hard, angry glare is gone and replaced with lust. You lean in and kiss him hard. You grind on his lap, feeling extra sensitive from all the edging. You can feel his dick straining against his pants. Moving against his cock, you hear Steve moan, too.

“C-can I cum now?” you beg. “Please daddy.”  

“Yes, Princess. You can cum now.” he says and you instantly let go. Your long-awaited release rushes over you. Usually it’d take more than a little dry humping to get you off, but right now, all it took was Steve’s approval and you reached your climax.

“Did that feel good, baby?” Steve asks. You nod and he kisses your forehead lightly.

Once your high goes down a little, you ask, “Can you please fuck me hard on your cock?” He groans at your reply and moves you so that you’re lying on the bed again. Completely stripping, Steve turns back to you, his cock hard against his stomach.

He hovers above you and with one hand on his dick, pushes in slowly. You moan at the fullness and Steve immediately starts thrusting in and out. He quickens his pace and you grab onto his broad shoulders. Your nails dig into his back and you’d feel bad, but you know Steve likes the pain. You both do. You’re clenching around him already, on the verge of cumming. Without warning, your climax hits and you moan his name.

Steve doesn’t stop, if anything, he fucks you harder. He hits your g-spot and you yell his name. Your eyes brim with tears and Steve wipes them away. “F-feels so good, daddy.” You cry out.

“Fuck, princess. Your pussy is so tight. Shit,” Steve curses. He pulls out and you whine, feeling empty. He repositions you so that you’re on your stomach with your ass up. He pushes in again and fucks you from behind.

He slaps your ass, adding to the vulgar sounds filling the room. The sound of Steve’s hard thrusts bounce around the room. He moves a hand to your swollen clit and rubs quick circles. Everything is too much and you cum again. You think he’d stop then, but no. He wasn’t kidding when he said you’d cum as much as you can on his cock.

Steve pulls out and changes positions again. Sitting up, he moves you onto your lap and sinks you onto his dick. Your body is drained, too overcome with pleasure. Steve fucks you like a doll and all you can do is moan out his name. You hold onto his neck as he thrusts his hips and moves you up and down his cock.

“S-Steve,” you whimper. You feel something building, but it feels more intense than a usual orgasm. It’s not the first time you’ve felt this, but before you can pinpoint what it is, a huge wave of pleasure takes over your body and you feel yourself blackout for a second. When you come to, Steve has slowed his thrusts down. You hear the loud, wet noise in between your legs.

Before you could get embarrassed, Steve says, “Fuck, I can’t believe you squirted. That was so fucking hot.” You smile loopily and kiss him. He kisses you back and begins to thrust in and out again.

Steve goes harder and faster and you can tell he’s chasing his release. You’re sensitive and tired. All you want to do is sleep for days, but Steve’s moans in your ears keep you going. “You gonna cum, daddy?” you ask, probably more slurred than you intended. “Want your cum in me. P-please, want it dripping outta me.” Fuck, that does it and Steve shoots his load into your pussy. You thought your body was done, but feeling Steve’s warm cum in you makes you orgasm one last time, milking his cock. Steve groans at the tight grip on his dick.

“Shit. Squeezing me so fucking good.” He lets out. You pull away to watch him cum. You will never get tired of his face when he cums. Once the both of you come down from your highs and your breathing goes back to relatively normal, Steve pulls out slowly. He watches as the cum drips out of your pussy and the sight of it almost makes him ready for another round. But not this time, at least, not right now. First, he has to make sure his girl is okay.

“Are you alright, baby?” Steve asks, his tone a stark contrast to minutes ago. You nod, unable to form words. He strokes your back soothingly, “Was it too much?”

You shake your head, “No,” you rasp out. “If it were, I would’ve used the safe word. Don’t feel bad, Steve.” You pull him against you, with his head against your shoulder. Something feels so intimate about the two of you completely naked close together, but not having sex. The mood shifts in the room as the lust dissipates.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you got hurt,” You know he’s referring to the mission and you feel a pang of remorse.

Pulling away, you say, “Hey, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have defied orders.”

“It’s okay. I just…” Steve sighs, “I love you so much and I can’t lose you.” Your heart breaks at his candidness. You pull him into a sweet kiss that reassures him that you’re here and never going to leave him.

Pulling away, you mutter, “I love you, too.” He smiles and gives you a peck on the lips. You reassure him, “And you’ll never lose me.”

[depressing-debbie]

Are you still doing the fluff alphabet? If so, could you do Levi?? Thank you 😘

Absolutely! Fluff alphabet masterlist is here

School may be crashing and burning but at least I’ve got time to write :) lmao

I wrote this at 3 AM and I refuse to edit, so enjoy <3

Fluff Alphabet: Levi

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

I honestly don’t think the activity matters to him. He likes to stay home a lot because it’s easier, and because he feels more comfortable somewhere private. Big fancy dates aren’t super common because he views expensive romantic dinners and such as a cliche that he’s too old and mature for, but if it’s something his s/o would be excited about, he’d be secretly excited to indulge sometimes. He’d also probably enjoy museums and art galleries. But again, for the most part, he just wants to spend time with them, it doesn’t matter where.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Levi’s definitely not an appearance-oriented person. Don’t get me wrong, he thinks his s/o is stunning, and he makes sure they know it. But that’s not what he admires about them, their connection is so much deeper than that. He genuinely sees them for who they are and not what they look like, which is why they’re just so beautiful to him, if that makes sense. 

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He probably panicked the first time he saw his s/o struggling. He’s not the most in tune with his emotions, so he especially doesn’t know how to help others with this kind of thing. But I feel like his protective instincts would kick in and he would actually be really comforting. Most likely, he’d just sit by his s/o’s side silently and make his presence known until they were feeling well enough to talk. At which point he hears them out and offers some advice, of course with the perfect amount of sarcasm and shit jokes to cheer them up a bit. And he’d probably ask them later what they would prefer he do in that situation if it happens again, which of course he would remember in the future.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

This is a point of internal conflict for Levi, for sure. After everything he’s been through, again, he’s become pretty emotionally closed off. He can’t really depend on anything or anyone staying in his life for too long because they never have. So it would really take a while before Levi can really start to picture his future with his s/o. Even then, he would feel a bit guilty for allowing himself to indulge in those dreams. But at the end of the day, he just dreams about some sort of stability with his s/o some day. He doesn’t really care about the details, he just wants to know that they’re going to be together, and that they can develop some kind of routine and stability that he never really had in the past.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

It’s definitely equal. Levi shares any decision-making with his s/o, and he’d definitely prefer that they do the same, just because that makes their partnership stronger. Because they are very much a team.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Levi does tend to have a bit of a temper, but it’s not something that he would ever want to bring into his relationship. He doesn’t let either of them fight over something petty just because it’s not worth it. And with a more serious disagreement, he’d try hard to start a genuine discussion about it. Things happen, though, so they obviously get in fights sometimes. Levi can be kind of rude when he gets really frustrated, which is why he tries to avoid it. But he’d never actually say something to hurt his s/o, even when they’re both upset. Usually, even the rare argument calms down enough to be settled rationally.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is so incredibly grateful for his s/o; he sees and appreciates everything they do for him, and he makes sure it’s known. Explicitly saying something like that makes him a bit uncomfortable, so he finds other ways to silently show his gratitude. He makes sure his s/o’s favorite mug is always clean, and he makes them his favorite blend of tea whenever he sees that they’re stressed out. Just little things that he does to make sure they know he’s thinking about them.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

There are pretty much no secrets in the relationship. The past is a little complicated; there are a few stories that Levi probably will never be able to share (or at least, it will take a very long time), and his s/o is more than entitled to keep secrets about their past that they just cannot share. But other than that, it’s an open book. Levi wouldn’t see any reason to lie about most things, unless it’s about keeping his s/o safe, and it would make him really uncomfortable to know that his s/o keeps secrets. Not that there are no boundaries, it’s just that he wouldn’t want to pour his heart out and be vulnerable just to find out that the other person doesn’t trust him as much.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

I think Levi’s s/o probably helps him a lot, actually. He’s been emotionally closed off for a long time, and being in a relationship with trust and a deep connection would help him to open up a bit and be more vulnerable. He also just lets himself be a bit happier and more optimistic with his s/o, so his life is just a bit easier in general.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He’d never admit it out loud, but he actually does get pretty jealous. It’s mostly just self esteem issues, not a lack of trust at all. He trusts them more than enough to know that they’re not going to secretly abandon him, so of course he’d never make a big deal out of it (although I think it goes without saying that if someone is hitting on his s/o or something in public and they look remotely uncomfortable, he would go absolutely batshit) But, still, sometimes he can’t help feeling sometimes like he’s not enough for them. He tries to hide it, but it’s pretty obvious that he’s sulking when he’s upset, so his s/o would most likely spot it immediately. And all he would really need is a gentle reminder that he IS enough for them.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Alright I’m conflicted on this one. I’m just gonna say it, his first kiss with his s/o was kind of just not that great. He wouldn’t DARE not ask for proper consent, HOWEVER he ended up asking like three times just to make sure it was alright, which made it a teensy bit awkward. Once he finally gave in, he just gave them the teensiest little kiss and that was it for like two weeks. He’s not really great with physical touch so it takes a while for him to get comfortable. His s/o would probably have to take over from there or else they’d never kiss again, but once he gets comfortable, he does fine.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It’s during something incredibly mundane, probably just a car drive or a regular movie night. He’s going about his day when he realizes he loves them, and he’ll be damned if he’s gonna stew on that knowledge for another two weeks just because he’s too nervous. So in the middle of a movie or just like halfway home from the store, he just blurts out “hey, I love you”. It’s completely by surprise, but it’s not like it’s particularly early or far into the relationship, so it makes sense. From then on, he wouldn’t be the type of person to say it all the time (I mean, come on, his s/o should know by now, it’d just be stupid). But he also wouldn’t hold himself back from saying it when he’s feeling particularly grateful for his s/o one day. And hearing them say it back would definitely make him blush just the slightest bit every time.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Levi would be absolutely terrified to get married. BUT that’s not to say that he wouldn’t want to. It would take some considering, sure, but especially if it’s something he knows his s/o wants, he’s all in. He’d probably propose in a similar way to how he first said he loves them, except at least just a bit more planned out. It wouldn’t be a cliche grand proposal with doves and rose petals and champagne, that would drive him crazy. Most likely, he surprises them with a homemade dinner, sets the table with candles, and hands them the ring. He’d put on a confident face, but he’s panicking for sure. He’s not really a marriage-y person, so he’s not going to be buying those matching couple towels that have like “mr ackerman” and his s/o’s name on them, and he’s most definitely not giving in to those cheesy weird nicknames (”hubby” makes him glare so hard). But he would love the perceived sense of stability, commitment, and routine that go along with marriage.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Just their name, for the most part. Maybe “love” or “sweetheart”, but he always says that most nicknames are just too cliche. I mean, only lovestruck 20 year olds call each other “babe”, and that is most certainly not their relationship. But, honestly he wouldn’t mind if his s/o gave him one of those cheesy names... not that he’d ever let on to that, of course, but if they happen to figure it out one day... he wouldn’t be mad. Mostly he just loves to hear his name in their voice, so they call each other by their names. 

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

The token stoic expression Levi keeps in public isn’t going away just because he’s in love. To an outside eye, absolutely nothing is different. But even in public, his s/o can probably tell. Maybe it’s something about the way his eyes are just slightly warmer, slightly brighter. Maybe it’s because he’s just the slightest bit more willing to talk and hold a conversation when they’re by his side. But when they’re alone, he finally lets down that stone expression, and he’s like a whole different person. It doesn’t happen often, but on days where he’s just absolutely lovestruck, he walks around his house smiling, holding his s/o’s hand, maybe even curling up on the sofa together to nap. On those days, he just kind of lets himself be happy. 

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Levi’s definitely not a fan of PDA. The relationship isn’t a secret by any means, but he’s also not broadcasting it for the entire world to see. The people close to him know, and that’s plenty. He doesn’t like PDA partly because it’s too vulnerable, but also just because it’s kind of gross and unnecessary to him.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

This man has the best memory of anyone you’ll ever meet. It’s honestly a bit unsettling, but he remembers everything his s/o says, and he’ll find a way to bring it up like months later. Sometimes it’s as simple as remembering their favorite food and bringing it to them when they’re stressed out. But it could even be so crazy as them saying in a random conversation in July that they hate when mashed potatoes aren’t totally mashed, and boom, at Thanksgiving that year, they find him mashing the potatoes a little extra just to make sure. (Don’t ask how I came up with that example, my brain is weird.) His mind is a steel trap, and he uses it to his advantage.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Cliche romance irritates him so much, he avoids it at all costs, so he’s mostly creative in that sense. He has an eye for picking out ways to make his s/o happy, and even though he doesn’t consider himself particularly romantic, he actually really is.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Absolutely! Levi wants nothing more than to help his s/o achieve whatever they’re working towards, and he’s completely supportive. Anything he can do, any help or emotional support he can offer them, he’s more than willing. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

I don’t think he’s AGAINST trying new things, but he really just prefers a routine. Again, it makes him happy to have that connection of stability with his s/o, and he feels so much more comfortable knowing he can depend on that.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He’s very empathetic. He might struggle sometimes with understanding, just because it’s not very likely that he and his s/o have had similar experiences in life, but he knows them like the back of his hand. What he lacks in immediate understanding, he makes up for in conversations about any issues and an ability to read their expressions really really well.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Honestly, if Levi is in a long term relationship with someone, they’re one of the most important parts of his life. He doesn’t make superficial connections, and he especially doesn’t open up to people he doesn’t care deeply about, so it’s safe to say that he values his s/o greatly. 

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He buys his s/o flowers once a week. It’s just a little tradition that makes him happy, and he likes seeing that it makes his s/o happy, so he’s kept it going. If they don’t like flowers, then maybe it’s a little trinket they collect, or a cookie from their favorite bakery. But regardless, he hasn’t missed a week since they’ve been together, it’s really important to him.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He’s not necessarily an overly affectionate person. There are occasional days where it really just hits him how lucky he is, and he just wants to hold his s/o for a while and not go do anything that day. But for the most part, he’s not clingy in any means, and his s/o would have to initiate most cuddling. He’ll let them know if he’s really not in the mood, but he usually doesn’t mind (because let’s face it he’s a teensy bit touch starved). But yeah, he shows his affection in different ways for the most part.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

It’s not really an issue for him. He’s always been an independent person, so even after he lets himself trust that his s/o isn’t leaving him, he’s not going to be that level of dependent on their presence. He probably would have to fill up his schedule a bit more, though, just so he didn’t have too much down time to get all sad and miss them. He’d also probably clean everything in his sight to calm down until they return.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’s zealous for sure, he isn’t about to let go of a relationship that means this much to him just because he wasn’t willing to put in the work. He’d do as much as he could to make it work. 

[trashmouthkid]

Richie is sixteen, and he’s got a better head on his shoulders—kind of. He’s sixteen, and he’s got a sturdier ground beneath his feet. He’s sixteen and, lately, his best friend has been hanging around more and more, and the things they don’t know about each other are becoming less and less.

And, well. Last week he cried on Richie’s floor for what felt like hours. Richie hasn’t seen Bill cry since they were 10, when the wound was fresh and open and bleeding. But he cried in front of him, sprawled and spread out on the ugly, polyester carpet with nothing but a nail polish stain and a couple of game cards between them.

So what is Richie doing?

He’s sixteen, and the leaves are falling hard that autumn—brittle from the sun, in yellows and golden browns—and Bill takes him out to a bookstore on the far east side of Derry one afternoon. It’s a long way away, and they walk it to and back. Most of it spent in silence, because Bill is used to just listening to Richie, and Richie is thinking.

He’s thinking about Bill. About his tears still captured in his carpet, and he’s thinking about Eddie. He’s thinking about this shithole town, and how it hasn’t become really any less of a shithole town in the last five years, but there are things Richie has buried in him that don’t feel like the little end of the worlds that they used to. So he thinks, until the thinking eats him up.

“Bill,” he says once on the walk back, about halfway. But it’s a quiet thing, and one of their shoes steps on a crumpled leaf and the crunch must drown it own, because Bill doesn’t hear. And Richie takes that as a sign.

He doesn’t speak up again until they get up to Bill’s room, quietly toeing his shoes off by the front door and following Bill up the staircase. They have homework still, which Bill said he wanted to finish, so he heads straight to his desk while Richie hovers for a moment by the door before crossing the threshold. He holds his breath.

Nothing happens; the walls do not fall in on themselves, the floors do not open up and swallow them both. He exhales. Unsure if he can make it all the way to Bill’s desk, he settles for the side of his bed, shoving his shaking hands in his jacket and letting himself fall back on it. He listens to Bill work quietly for a few moments, trying to find his own voice.

“Bill,” he tries again, and this time it echoes through the quiet room.

“I’m nuh-not doing your math homework for you, R-richie,” Bill responds. “I got us b-both Cs last time.”

“Bill.”

The soft scratch of pencil on paper pauses, and in it’s place Richie can hear the creaking of a chair. He imagines Bill shifting in his seat to look at him, but keeps his eyes on the faces in the skip trowel of the ceiling.

“You and me, we—” he swallows. “We tell each other everything, don’t we?”

Bill hums. “I think so.”

“But there’s this thing,” Richie goes on, and the patterns above him start to blur. “This thing I never told you. About me.”

A moment passes, and then the bed dips as Bill lays back on the side opposite to Richie so that their heads meet in the middle.

“You’re dying,” Bill guesses, and Richie can’t see his face but he knows he’s grinning.

He shakes his head. Part of him thinks maybe he might be, but that isn’t the point. And Bill doesn’t press him any further, so he wills his heart to quiet down and pushes the unwilling words from his lips.

“I like boys,” he hears himself say.

And so there it is—the Capital G-Word he can’t bring himself to say, spelled out in a combination of words he’s never used. They feel strange on his tongue. Not bad, but unbearably true. He wonders what Bill will do with them.

“Oh,” Bill says, and it’s long and stretched out and there’s nothing on the end of it.

The pulse in Richie’s wrist throbs, and he turns his head toward Bill. “I’ve never told anyone before,” he whispers.

Bill turns to face Richie, their noses brushing briefly. He frowns, thoughtful, and Richie can’t be sure, but he feels that Bill is thinking not of what to say, but how to say it.

“I love you, yuh-you know,” he says after a while, on a long sigh.

Richie squirms uncomfortably at the relief. “I think so.”

But they are sixteen, and it’s not something they talk about. Bill nods.

“Alright,” he says.

He doesn’t say anything else, but he also doesn’t move, and they lay like that for the next couple of minutes, faces to the ceiling, sneakers kicking against the bottoms of the bed. Waiting, maybe, for Richie to collect his voice again.

[some-kindofgnome]

Kinktober #29: Fade In: Katsuki Bakugou

On a late-night movie date, you and Bakugou have the theatre to yourselves. You take advantage. 

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou / f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!), aged-up characters, overworked pro hero Bakugou, movie theatre (public) sex, lots of dirty talk, Bakugou’s sailor mouth

Notes: Today’s prompt was “Dirty Talk.” The premise is inspired by real-life events that are FAR more innocent than I’m making them sound. 😂  I’m enjoying writing all of these little Bakugou bits! Let me know if you want to see more of our grumpy boi after Kinktober.

Kinktober Masterlist

The city is buzzing with life, even at 10pm on a Tuesday.

You drag Bakugou out of the train station, practically hauling him up the stairs and dashing across the street in the last few seconds of a walk light. A few months ago, you’d have been amazed that he’s even holding your hand in public, but these days he’s quite happy to- even if he pouts the whole time.

It’s a warmer night for the season, so you’ve got on something cute- with a playful little skirt swishing around your bare thighs. You figure there’s no better night to push your comfort zone than one you plan to spend sitting in a dark theatre.

Comfort zone or not, you feel cute. Especially given how many glances you’ve caught Bakugou stealing at your legs.

You’re meeting this late on a weeknight because it’s the only chance that Bakugou actually has to see you. He’s been busting ass night and day at the agency lately, and he’s been pulling weekends for months. You’ve got work in the morning, but you’re so thrilled to actually go out with him you don’t mind.

It’s not like your job is particularly exciting these days, anyway.

You file into the theatre, snag a popcorn to share, and take your seats. You’re the first ones in the theatre, which doesn’t surprise you- this movie’s been out for a while, and it’s not exactly a primetime showing.

Besides, you’re early.

You catch up a little, taking handfuls of buttery popcorn. Bakugou does not like taking on the role of sidekick, but he’s way ahead of the rest of his classmates even landing a job like that at twenty-one. Still, everyone knows that sidekicks are some of the most overworked heroes in the game.

It’s not until the theatre goes dark and the previews start that you realize. Nobody else is coming.

Holy shit.

“Are we seriously the only ones in this theatre right now?” You turn to Bakugou in nervous disbelief. He gives an absent little shrug, reaching for more popcorn.

“I’ll still kick your ass if you start texting halfway through.” He shoots you a wicked smirk, stroking an indulgent palm affectionately over your thigh. You’ve still got goosebumps from the chill outside, but fresh ones race across your skin when he touches you.

It’s been a while. For both of you.

“Be honest.” His voice is gruff in your ear, cutting deeper than the noisy previews that flash across the giant screen. “You wore that skirt for me, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t wear it for anyone,” you chide. You rest your palm on top of his. His fingers curl against your thigh- and yours curl around his.

“So fuckin’ cute,” he growls. He nips at the lobe of your ear and you suppress a gasp. “Looked so naughty, stickin’ out the bottom of your jacket. Like you were walkin’ around the city with nothin’ on.”

“Stop,” you chide, heat rushing to your face. “We’re-“

“What? In public?”

Whatever witty retort you had planned dies in your throat. You’re the only ones in here. It’s dark. The doors are shut. The music is loud.

You’re not sure how long it’s actually been since they needed someone up there in the projection booth, but you’re pretty certain it’s empty.

Bakugou slips an arm around your shoulders and tugs you in close. He nuzzles the spot where your ear meets your jaw, then tilts his chin up and nibbles at the same place.

It’s getting harder to say no to him. Not that you were ever trying very hard to begin with.

You relax into his affections as the previews end and the movie itself rolls. The opening credits begin with a burst of music as you turn your head and surrender yourself to a searing kiss. Bakugou twines his fingers into your hair and tugs gently, tilting your head back for access to the bare column of your throat.

“D’you have… any idea… how long… I’ve been thinking about this,” he gasps into your skin. You try not to whimper. It doesn’t work.

Bakugou’s rough palm slides up the tender skin of your inner thigh. You part your legs just a little, encouraging him. His fingertips brush beneath the hem of your skirt. You’re already damp and heated, ready for him after what feels like a lifetime apart.

You’ve seen each other plenty over the past couple of weeks, but it was always in passing. You’d drop by the agency at lunch (and embarrass the shit out of him in the process), he’d come home to you exhausted on weeknights and pass out seconds after falling into bed. He’s so fucking overworked these days it’s a wonder he’s got any libido left at all.

You’re going to take what you can get.

“Fuck,” he snarls as his mouth trails back to your ear. “You’re wet for me already, sweetness? I knew you were into this kinda shit. So dirty, sweetheart, so fuckin’ naughty.”

“Katsuki,” you plead. He’s running his mouth especially hard tonight. It’s doing more for you than you’d care to admit.

“That’s it, baby,” he continues. “I know it makes you sloppy when I talk to you like this. C’mere, sweetness, lemme take care of you.”

He slips his arm down to your waist and drags you over the armrest into his lap. You don’t fight him, letting your thighs spread across his jeans. Immediately, he anchors one powerful arm around your waist to hold you in place, sliding his other hand between your thighs and pushing your underwear to the side.

“God,” he gasps against your shoulder as he sinks two fingers into your tight heat. “I’ve missed your pussy. I’ve missed fuckin’ you so goddamn much.”  He draws his fingers back and pushes them in again, settling into a slow rhythm. You’re right there with him, rolling your hips smoothly into his touch.

He’s hard already, stiff and excited down one leg of his jeans. You felt it the second he tugged you onto his thighs, and you’re not shy about rubbing yourself against it.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “You want it? You want my cock, right here in the fuckin’ theatre? You do, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you find yourself whining. You never used to be adventurous. Not before Katsuki came along. But he makes you wild.

He lets go of you and you lean forward a little, letting him scoot backwards to fumble with his fly. He unzips, pulling his thick cock out and hiking your skirt up. You feel it, heated and already dripping with precum, against your ass.

With one hand braced on your hip, he lifts you. You tug your underwear out of the way and hold it there. As you sink down on him, he lets his head fall back against the seat with a feral groan.

“God damn, sweetness. Fuck, you’re as fuckin’ tight as ever. So goddamn wet for me. That’s it, ride my fat fucking cock. Shit, you really know how to milk it outta me, don’t you?”

You start to rock your hips atop his, keeping the movements subtle. As you let go of your panties, your skirt flops back down around your thighs, concealing your union. Bakugou keeps one hand braced on your hip while the other roams, tugging your shirt out of the top of your skirt and slipping his palm over your chest.

“Not… gonna last long,” he warns tightly behind you.

“Me neither,” you pant. It’s been too long for both of you.

Bakugou loses patience and lifts you by the hips, planting his feet on the sticky theatre floor and rutting up into you with a sloppy slap slap slap. He pants hard into your shoulder, sucking and biting at your tender skin and growling more filth into your ear.

“That’s better. God, I really needed to fuck you, baby. Look at you. You’re gonna cum so fast on just my cock. You’ve been holdin’ out on me this whole time, huh?”

He’s right. You’re tipping your head back against his shoulder and riding out the waves of pleasure he pumps into you. He knows your body well- he can feel the way your thighs begin to tense and shake as you get ready to cum.

“Fuck, Katsuki… b-baby, I…” Your voice dies in your throat as your peak hits you, tight and silent. You dig your fingers into the fabric armrests on either side of your hips and grip him tight, descending into shivers atop him.

“Jesus Christ, baby, you’re squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” Bakugou’s voice is beginning to break, too, but he keeps it down hard and growls softly from the depths of his chest. “Wet little pussy drippin’ out all over me. God, you’re such a mess. Fuck, I can’t wait to fill you up. Gonna put so much cum in your belly, sweetness. Gonna make you so messy for me. Getting so fuckin’ close, baby, oh, shit, oh g-gah…”

He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence either. He cums hard beneath you, intense and sudden and fast. The wet burst of him inside you is harder than you anticipated but you let him fill you. You let him fuck out the pleasure and you let him collapse, spent, into the plush chair behind him.

His jeans are a mess. Your underwear is, too. Slowly, you work your way off of him and he tucks himself back into his pants. You settle into the pleasant weight of each other. To your immense surprise, nobody finds you. Nobody discovers what you’ve done. You leave the theatre without incident and later, when he takes you home, he fucks you twice more.

The next morning, your coworker slinks eagerly up to you in the break room as you’re grabbing your first cup of bitter office-brew. You didn’t get much rest last night.

“So?” She nudges you, grinning wickedly. “What’d you think?”

“Of what?” You eye her sleepily.

She rolls her eyes. “Duh. The movie. How was it?”

“Oh.” Your brain freezes up. You panic. Think of something to say. Quick. “It was… great. Such a cute ending.”

Quite an answer, considering it was a horror movie she’d recommended yesterday.

[teruthecreator]

sweet surprises

lord forgive me for the cringe i’m about to post. i fully blame this post and this post for planting the seeds of berdley having a crush on kris in my brain. also shouts out to izel for listening to me go insane at 3 AM about this. 

anyways, here’s a thing. 

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Excitement is in the air.

Unlike the usual calm monotony of life at school, things recently have been quite...electric. Not because of the portal to the Dark World hidden behind the door of the closet, or the adventures had by a select group of students through the portal in the Librarby a few days ago. No, this isn’t about that.

This is about the Sadie Hawkman’s Dance. The once-a-year phenomenon where the school puts on its best interpretation of a formal dance for the incredibly small number of students who attend class. Students buzz in excitement for the event, preparing their most formal outfits and getting ready to dazzle their friends and fellow classmates with their dramatic entrances into the auditorium.

And, of course, there’s the all important ritual of asking someone to the dance.

There’s already been a few proposals made this week. Jockington rolled into class like a hula hoop and asked Catti to be his “best bro” for the dance, to which she happily agreed. (And by that, I mean she looked up from her phone, smiled, said not a single word, and went back to typing.) Temmie loudly announced to the class that she would be taking her egg, which was somehow...embarrassed that she mentioned it. And, of course, Noelle finally managed to work up enough courage to ask Susie to the dance. It was done in an incredible display of candy canes that spelled out the phrase: “CAN(E) YOU BE MY DATE TO THE DANCE?” Unfortunately, Susie was about halfway through scarfing the display down before she realized what it said. She then began choking on one of the candy canes out of disbelief, which wound her in the nurse for the rest of the day. But, when she could speak again, she very quietly agreed to Noelle’s proposal (and, if you happened to be a fly on the wall in that room, you could hear a tail thump rhythmically against the doctor’s bench as she did so).

Kris was pleased with everything. They were happy to see their friends so happy together. A long time coming, if you asked them. And they’d be just as happy attending the dance solo, since they’ll undoubtedly be dragged along by Susie. They’d never gone to the dance before--never had a reason to, truth be told. But with their newfound friends, they may just enjoy being a wingman for the night.

...Speaking of wingmen, Berdly will probably be going solo as well. Unsurprising, but Kris makes a mental note to ensure the bird will be in attendance. As much as he is kind of a lot sometimes, he’s their friend. And Kris is going to make sure all of their friends are having fun at that dance!

They walk into class thinking of this (surprisingly early, for a change), which is why they almost miss the massive display sitting boldly atop their desk. They freeze the instant it catches their eye and, for a second, they almost believe it isn’t real. Like some leftover thoughts of the Dark World lingering in their vision. But, after wiping their eyes and seeing that it’s still there, they decide to approach and...investigate.

The display is expertly crafted by someone who clearly knows their way around a glue gun. It is a heart-shaped arch that is decorated with a myriad of printed illustrations of Super Smashing Fighters Melee characters, all having cut-outs to hold different bars of chocolate. There are also numerous origami hearts glued around the characters on the arch, in colors spanning across the rainbow. The arch is painted in swirls of blues, pinks, and reds and covered with a border of glitter that sprinkles onto the desk when Kris reaches out to pluck a chocolate bar from its perch. On the desk itself is a big origami heart that says “TO KRIS” in gold calligraphy. It is by far one of the coolest, nicest, cheesiest things Kris has ever seen.

They look up from the display to see if anyone else is seeing this shit, and that’s when it all clicks.

Because sitting at the front of the classroom, fidgeting way more than normal, is Berdly. He keeps interlocking his ankles underneath his desk before unlocking them and kicking the air, turning around every half-second or so to try and catch Kris’s reaction. From the brief moments Kris can see the front of him, they notice he’s not in his usual white collared shirt and black khaki shorts. Instead, his shirt is buttoned all the way up, with a nice blue bowtie tied around his neck. He also traded out his khaki shorts for a pair of dress pants that look to be a tad too long for his legs. He keeps reaching up to smooth out the feathers on his head, which immediately stick back up from stress.

Now, Kris may be a straight B student, but they’re not stupid. Context clues are a very good thing, and all signs point to Berdly as the culprit of this public display of...affection?

Beyond Berdly is Ms. Alphys at her desk, who shoots Kris a look of deep understanding and maybe...guilt? She looks at Berdly for a split second and shrugs her shoulders, indicating he was probably in here long before she was and so she had no way of stopping him from leaving it there.

Kris looks back down at the display and picks up the large origami heart. As they begin to unfold it, they see a sprawling letter written in the same flashy calligraphy. Kris squints at the letters--they’re dyslexic, so everything kind of just looks like spaghetti on paper. Still, they’re able to make out the largely printed question of “WILL YOU GO TO THE DANCE WITH ME?” with no issue.

Huh, guess they won’t be going to the dance alone after all…? It’s a little confusing as to why Berdly would want to go with them, though. Like, they’ve hung out a little bit--usually whenever Berdly wanted a “worthy rival” to play video games with, he would come over and Kris would whoop his ass for a few hours. And, of course, there were the recent events in the Cyber World; but Kris is pretty sure them and Susie had thoroughly convinced Noelle and Berdley that that was all a dream. So, why them?

They’re lost in this train of thought for so long that they don’t even notice the other kids enter the room until they suddenly hear:

“Yo, Kris???????? What the heck is this thing????” Susie’s voice doesn’t startle them, but it is loud enough to get them to look up. Susie is standing next to their desk, looking at the display with genuine amazement thinly masked by disgust. She’s also loud enough to basically stop the whole class (who were all muttering amongst themselves about it anyway), which gives Kris only a second to gaze around the room before--

SLAM!

The door to the classroom slams shut, leaving one seat unoccupied.

Berdley’s.

“This thing’s got chocolate on it????” Susie continues to marvel at the display while Kris looks at the door, frowning. They feel...bad. It isn’t Berdley’s fault for trying to fit in with the other kids' proposals; he admitted to feeling like he needs to do more just to stand out enough for people to acknowledge him back in the Dark World. And this thing is really...thoughtful! The characters are all ones Kris typically mains, or ones they know Berdley mains, which means he remembers things about Kris. And the chocolate is a given, but it is nice to be able to stock their personal snack stash with some fancy stuff. Ultimately, it’s very sweet, and Kris can’t help but feel a little guilty for not saying anything immediately.

They turn and lock eyes with Ms. Alphys, who looks extremely out-of-depth with this situation. She makes a number of gestures from them to the door in a flustered way of saying I have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on please help me Kris I know I’m asking a lot of you but I don’t know how to deal with teenage angst I’m like thirty-five. They sigh, standing up and walking past Susie (but not before giving her a stare that warns her if a single chocolate bar is gone that they will be holding that over her until the day she dies) and following Berdly out the door.

It doesn’t take Kris very long to follow the trail of labored breathing to where Berdley is--in the abandoned classroom, hyperventilating as he teeters on a breakdown. Luckily, when Kris opens the door, it seems to put a halt to his spiralling because he just kind of...freezes. Like a deer caught in headlights. Or a Berdley caught in Kris-lights. Kris takes this moment to let the door shut behind them, trapping the two in here. Together.

“U-Uhhhhh, hi--he--Um. H-Hello, K-Kris…” Berdly attempts to put on his usual bravado, but his voice betrays him brutally by squeaking and cracking on every syllable. Kris can’t help the smile that comes to their face.

“Uh, hey,” they reply with a wave. Berdley continues to stand there and stare (almost like he wasn’t expecting Kris to care enough to follow him) before the present circumstances return to his mind and he begins breathing hard again.

“I-I-I-I, uh...I was. Um. J-Just, uh. G-Getting some fresh air! Y-Yes! The classroom can be s-so stuffy sometimes, I’m sure y-you--you, uh...you agree?” Berdley makes a valiant attempt at hiding his panic, which Kris almost takes pity on. But they don’t think the monster will feel any better if they just pretend what happened back there never happened.

“Yeah. I liked the display.” Kris says simply. Berdley stands stock-straight at that, looking even worse for wear in the “being normal and completely cool” department.

“O-Oh??????? That ol’ thing????? I, um--well I just--y-you see, I--uh. Um,” You can really hear the gears in his head turning as he attempts to come up with an excuse. “I-I-I just thought you w-would appreciate the craftsmanship of!!! A t-true artisan, such as myself!!! So, I!!! M-Made it!!! COMPLETELY PLATONICALLY, OF COURSE!!!! I-I would never imply that my intentions w-were anything other than for bro-sies, i--You didn’t read that whole card, did you?”

“I can’t read,” They mean this as a joke, but they can see Berdley seriously consider this for a second too long. “Dude, I’m dsylexic. I can’t really read cursive…” Berdley freezes up once more, which makes Kris realize they haven’t really projected that as loudly as they might’ve thought.

“Oh! Right! How could I forget! That you’re! Dsylexic!” Berdley’s smile is stapled to his face as he begins to rhythmically knock on his head. “And I! Wrote! That! Entire! Note! In! Cursive! Which! You! Can’t! Read!!!” Kris steps forward in an attempt to keep Berdley from bashing his own skull in, but that only makes Berdley more tense, so they take a step back. “I-I just--The note isn’t important! None of it’s important actually can we forget this interaction ever happened okay? Okay yes that’s great have a wonderful day Kris I will be returning home to sitinmyroomandneverreturntothecorporealrealmalrightgoodbyeforeverKris--” He attempts to sidestep around Kris and out the door, but is very easily intercepted.

“Stop.” Kris grabs him by the shoulders, which seems to shut him up for a second. “Can you just tell me what’s wrong?” Berdley gapes at them as his face steadily grows redder, which makes Kris feel as if there’s something on their face. But he quickly shakes it off, going from completely neurotic to...dejected.

“I just…” He starts, trailing off immediately. “You deserve to have a big proposal, same as everyone else. I-I see you in the back of the class, just...watching. And I, uh, felt it was time to...give you the spotlight! But that was silly of me, wasn’t it?” He looks off to the side at the floor, smiling sadly. “After all, who’d want to go to the dance with me…? I-I’m alone every year, standing in the background. Just kind of...taking it all in...and th-thinking about how it’d be...nice to be a part of it. But that’s...not probable. It was just nice to think about taking you to the dance because you’re--well, you’re nice to me, and you’re funny, and you actually listen to me when I’m talking, an-and you’re a good person and an incredible gaming legend...but I shouldn’t have put it all on you in front of everyone...I’m. I’m sorry, Kris.” He won’t make eye contact with the human, but Kris can still see the tears collecting in his eyes.

“Berdley, that’s stupid.” Kris says, which Berdley cringes at, “Why wouldn’t I wanna go with you?” That part is...not what Berdley was expecting. He looks up at Kris, unsure of where to go from here.

“U-Um…? Because of all the previously stated things? Like me being a complete loser who nobody likes?”

“I like you,” Kris replies immediately, leaving Berdley’s feathers sticking straight up as he flusters. “And I like your display. It’s...really sweet.”

“E-Even if you can’t read the note?” Berdley’s voice cracks.

“I mean, I could read the: WILL YOU GO WITH ME TO THE DANCE part, so, like. Yeah.” Kris shrugs. “Plus, you got me chocolate. Nice chocolate. Nobody...gets me things like that.” They smile, a light dusting of blush across their face. “I’ll go with you.” Berdley’s entire body seizes up for the third time, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“W-W-w-W-w-w-w-w-W-W-W-w-w-w-Wh-Wha-wh-w-w-wha-wha-w-wh-Wh-Wha-wh-Wha-wha-w-w-W-W-W--” Berdley continues to struggle with the word “what” for a solid minute and a half before he’s finally about to manage a: “What?!” Kris can’t help but laugh.

“I said that, Berdley,” at this, they move their grip from his shoulders to his hands, “I will go to the Sadie Hawkman’s dance with you.”

The circuits in Berdley’s brain struggle with this frequency for an extended moment before his face erupts in the giddiest smile Kris has ever seen the bird monster sport. He even begins to jump up and down, taking Kris along with him, as he cackles. It is a surprisingly cute display that Kris finds themselves blushing a bit at. It’s nice to be this...cared about.

“I-I--We have to start thinking of outfits immediately!” Berdley blurts out, returning to their usual demeanor. “I was thinking of some complimentary color schemes on the way to school today which I will be happy to show you at lunchtime. I’m also a master with a sewing machine, so if you are unable to procure an outfit that meets the color requirements, I would be delighted to take your measurements and--w-wait, don’t read into that phrasing, I just m-meant that I could make an outfit for you! B-But I’d need your measurements, and--Oh, goodness, hasn’t class started already, Kris?! We should head back, but--” He looks from the door to Kris and back again a few times before finally settling on something.

“I’lltalktoyouaboutthislaterseeyouinclassKris!!!!!” He says this right before he gives Kris a solitary peck on the cheek before bolting out of the abandoned classroom, leaving Kris blinking at the Berdley-shaped cloud he left behind. Their hand gently grazes the spot on their cheek--luckily not actually pecked by his beak, but more of a quick-kiss kind of peck--and feel their heart skip a beat.

Huh.

That’s...different.

They elect to not dwell on that feeling any longer and head back to class. They have to make sure Susie hasn’t eaten all of the chocolate on that display.

They wouldn’t want to make Berdley go through the trouble of re-proposing  just so they could rightfully claim their other sweet surprise.

[obwjam]

4 with a clone? Any clone you want!

“What can I do to get you to trust me?”

lol back doing these prompts from forever ago, gonna use rex and the 501st boys for this one because they currently have my heart

from this post

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Rex peered through the rusty metal bars, still in awe of what he was seeing. He could certainly understand the fear they must have been feeling, but he would have figured his face was a much better sight than that of a battle droid. Apparently not.

The 501st had been sent on a rescue mission to help a village that had been under siege and h held hostage by the Separatists, and they had finally destroyed the last of the droid army that was holding the civilians at gunpoint. Rex’s job was to go through all the buildings to make sure everyone was safe and accounted for as the rest of the squad set up relief tents outside.

He didn’t expect to find a three-inch-tall person cowering inside a cage.

The tiny thing had stared at him, paralyzed in fear, until Rex moved his hand to unlock the cage and they gasped and pushed themselves into the back corner. Rex had gently tried asking them who they were, what their name was, why they were locked up, but they wouldn’t give him anything but silence.

“Can you at least let me help you outta there?” he asked with a weak smile. He set his blasters down on the ground and took a knee in front of the cage. The little guy couldn’t have been much older than Anakin or Ahsoka. Their matted hair stuck to their tear-soaked face, and their baggy clothes were torn and caked with dirt. They were hugging their legs to their chest and their head rested down between their knees. They looked like they hadn’t eaten in weeks.

“Kid?” Rex tried. He was beginning to think the poor thing didn’t even speak basic. “Can you... do you understand what I’m saying?”

It was subtle, but the tiny tilted their head up and made the slightest eye contact with him before whipping their gaze back to their shoes.

“I’ll... take that as a yes.” Rex sighed. He wasn’t qualified to handle something like this. He was just here to make sure the villagers were safe.

“Look, kiddo, I don’t know anything about your situation, but we set up a relief tent outside. It’s got food and water and anything you could want.” Rex looked down to his hand and flexed his gloved fingers. “Now, don’t freak out, but I’m just going to—”

“NO!”

The sudden shout startled Rex, and he lost his balance for a moment. His hand was about halfway to the threshold of the cage before the tiny had had enough. He stared at them, eyes wide.

“P-please... just... just leave me alone...”

Rex swallowed. Their voice was impossibly small and shaky. He had to strain his eyes just to get a good look at them as they shifted their position. He could barely see flakes of rust shimmering down as they rubbed against the cage bars.

“Hey, I’m not... I’m not gonna hurt’cha,” Rex assured. He held his hands up in surrender. “I won’t grab ya. Promise.”

At the movement of his hands, the tiny whimpered and eyed him warily. They were shaking badly.

Rex’s heart sank. The hut they were in was dark, damp and clearly damaged from blaster fire. The tiny was situated deep in the shadows, practically unnoticeable to anyone who passed by. They kept blinking away tears. Rex couldn’t help but wonder how long they’d been stuck in that cage.

“G-go away. Please,” the tiny stuttered, clearly summoning an immense amount of strength to say those words. Whether they were fighting through sheer exhaustion or pure fear, Rex wasn’t able to tell.

“Kid, it’s not safe in here! This hut is badly damaged. It could collapse at any moment. Just let me take you outside with everyone else—”

“No!” they cried again, flinching when Rex shimmied a bit to stay balanced. “I—I can’t.”

“Can’t? Why not?”

“Because!” the tiny was becoming increasingly exasperated, and the look of fear present in their eyes every time they defied Rex broke his heart. “I don’t... belong.”

“Is this not your home?” Rex was confused. Sure, they were the only tiny being they had encountered here, but it wasn’t uncommon for tinies to integrate themselves into larger clans. “Didn’t the Seps put you in this thing?”

To Rex’s horror, the tiny shook their head. “I was in here long b-before the-the droids got here.”

Rex blinked in shock. He saved this tiny... from the villagers he had just helped to free.

“It doesn’t matter,” they mumbled, drawing their knees closer to their chest. “I don’t need—”

“What can I do to get you to trust me?”

Surprised, the tiny cocked their head. “I—I—”

“If what you’re saying is true, then... then you don’t deserve to keep living like this. Let me take you back with me, I—I can get you the help you need and we can relocate you.”

“Relocate?” the tiny repeated. What was he going on about?

“I-If you just let me take you outside, we can get you some food and water and I can talk to my General about finding you a new home.”

“You mean... you mean leave Terronia?”

Rex suppressed a smile. That was the most optimistic they sounded thus far. “Yeah, kid. We can getcha far away from this rock. If that’s what you want, of course. Once the mission’s over and we leave, we’re probably never comin’ back.”

The tiny sat in silence, eyes darting around rapidly as they tried to piece together what Rex was saying. If he could really get me out of here...

“You’d... really help me?” they asked, still skeptical.

Rex sniffed a laugh and slowly brought his hand to the front of the cage, laying his palm open. The tiny just stared at it.

“I—I dunno...” They were looking at his hand like it was a ticking time bomb. “I—I’ve never...” they trailed off. Rex was pretty sure he knew what they were trying to say.

“It’s safe, I promise. I’ll go slow.”

After a moment of contemplation, the tiny slowly rose to their feet. Rex tried not to stare as they hobbled their way to the front of the cage. They almost looked like a kaadu that was just learning to walk.

The tiny stopped right at the foot of his palm. Rex’s hand came up just below their waist. With a clenched jaw, the tiny looked up at Rex, finally taking in the giant for the first time. He wore a soft, expectant expression, and his eyes shone as he watched every little movement of theirs.

His muscles involuntarily flinched when the tiny swung their leg up, but he was able to keep still as they situated themself in the middle of his palm. They awkwardly crawled to the center and sat down cross-legged, nervously eyeing the fingers that were as tall as they were.

“Okay, I’m gonna move...” Rex warned, giving them one last look before taking his blasters in his free hand and standing up. The tiny wobbled a bit, but otherwise seemed okay.

“Feeling alright?” Rex asked. The tiny nodded, looking around at their new view. They had never been this high up before. Given the situation, it was terrifying, but there was something exhilarating about it. Almost... fun. Adventurous. They found themself peering over the edges of Rex’s hand, soaking in the scenery that once looked impossibly huge and distant. They hadn’t felt this way in years.

Rex couldn’t help but smirk. Even if it was just for a moment, as he thoroughly killed the mood by starting to walk, the tiny wasn’t scared. They even seemed excited. It was adorable.

Rex pushed past the burnt brown cloth that acted as a door. He kept his hand close to his chest, trying to stay conscious of the featherweight in his hand as he slowly strolled through the camp he had helped set up. Several tents were pitched, with food, water, blankets and other supplied piled up in boxes. The villagers chatted between sips of tea and bites of ration bars. It was almost hard to believe they had treated this poor tiny so harshly.

“Captain!”

Rex’s stomach dropped. He has almost forgot about the rest of his squad. How was he going to explain this?

“Rex! There you are! I thought we’d lost ya— oh.” It didn’t take long for Fives to notice the tiny being sitting in Rex’s palm. They were now clinging onto his thumb for support, staring up at Fives with a renewed sense of fear.

Fives dared to speak. “Captain?”

“I found them in one of the huts. They... aren’t really welcome here, so I’m taking them to the General to see if we can help them relocate.”

“I see...” Try as he might, Fives couldn’t tear his eyes away from the tiny. He crouched down.

“Hey there,” he said softly, immediately taking notice of the way they winced when he got near. “I’m Fives. Part of the 501st. What’s your name?”

The tiny stared back, frozen. Above them, Rex cleared his throat.

“They... aren’t much of a talker.”

“Oh. Well, that’s alright,” Fives smiled, trying to show them he was friendly. “Lucky we found you, huh? Who knows what would’ve happened if Rex here didn’t—”

“Fives.”

“Right. Sorry. You’re in good hands with Rex, kid. Literally.” He cracked another smile. “He’s our best. He’ll take good care of ya until we can get you somewhere safe.”

“I think you should go help Echo get the rest of the rations off the ship,” Rex pressed. He was surprised how well he could feel the tiny’s tremors through his glove.

“Yes, sir,” Fives said, holding his gaze to the tiny for a few more seconds before standing back up to his full height. The tiny’s heart skipped a beat. “See ya later, tiny!”

The tiny blinked as Fives bounded off somewhere. “Bye,” they whispered weakly.

“Sorry ‘bout him,” Rex blushed. “A lot of my men are like that. But don’t mind them. They’re totally harmless. They’re just... curious, is all.”

The tiny nodded as Rex continued along. Luckily, they weren’t bothered by any more clones, but the villagers quickly noticed what Rex was carrying. He gave stern glances at each villager that looked almost disgusted that Rex was helping the tiny.

“That’s just awful,” Rex muttered, almost forgetting the tiny could hear him. He craned his neck down. “How could they treat you like that?”

They just shrugged. “‘Cause I’m tiny.”

Rex humphed. He wasn’t sure how inclined he felt to help out the Terronians anymore.

Suddenly, the unmistakable voice of Anakin pierced the busy air. “Rex! Where have you been? You were supposed to check in at 0500.”

“Sorry, General. I... I got a bit sidetracked.” Sheepishly, Rex held out his hand to reveal the once again terrified tiny to Anakin. The Jedi nearly did a double take.

“Rex? What... who is this?”

“This is... ah, I found them in one of the huts. They were stuck in this cage, so I helped ‘em out.”

“A cage?” Anakin was beside himself. He had seen tinies in his childhood, but none since he left Tattooine. He had almost forgotten how he used to try and befriend every single tiny that hung decoratively in Watto’s shop. “What would droids want with a tiny?”

“They didn’t,” Rex said, and that was all Anakin needed to hear to understand what was going on. Anakin’s expression briefly turned dark before he remembered the tiny’s trembling eyes were on him. He softened as he too crouched down, trying to offer a reassuring smile. The tiny could barely breathe. This was a Jedi!

“Hey, lil guy, I know it’s gotta be scary for you right now, but trust me when I say we’ll take good care of you. No more cages. We’ll keep you safe, alright?”

The tiny nodded almost robotically. Their open mouth only produced whimpers and gasps as Anakin stared right through them.

“We can work on that,” he quipped warmly. He could sense their fear so strongly he almost started to feel it too. The poor thing looked minuscule in Rex’s hand, surrounded by ships and tents and giants. “Are you okay with Rex? Or do you want someone else to help?”

The tiny was surprised. Someone was really asking them what they wanted? And a Jedi no less. Everyone seemed to want to help. Maybe this wasn’t a trick...

“I like Rex,” the tiny whispered, so softly that Anakin could barely pick it up.

“You like Rex?” Anakin said again, grinning up at the now-red-faced captain. The tiny nodded meekly. “Well, then I’ll let him help you get settled.” He stood up slowly. “Why don’t you head back to the ship a bit early? And take some extra rations with you. Something tells me you’ll need it,” Anakin winked, savoring the look of pleasant surprise on Rex’s face.

It took Rex a moment to break out of his daze. “You ever been on a ship before?” he asked, though he already could guess the answer. The tiny shook their head. “It might be a little nauseating, but the feeling goes away quickly. For some more than others,” he added under his breath. At this, the tiny chuckled. They almost couldn’t believe their luck.

“Thank you, Rex.”

Rex looked down, locking eyes with the tiny. They weren’t shaking so much anymore.

“Don’t mention it, kiddo. We’re here to help.”

“Caro.”

“What?”

“Caro. My name’s Caro Kann,” they said, taking a sudden interest in their shoes. “It’s... been a while since anyone’s asked for my name.”

“Oh,” was all Rex could say for a moment. There was a lot more to this tiny than he thought. Whatever questions he had, though, they could wait. “I’m glad you felt like you could finally tell me your name.”

Caro didn’t respond, but they didn’t need to. Instead of hugging themselves tensely, their shoulders had relaxed as Rex made his way to the gunship. Whatever was about to happen was going to be scary, overwhelming, and difficult to deal with. That much Caro knew. But it wasn’t very daunting, really. Not anymore.

“Ready, Caro?” Rex asked, pulling his hand up a bit as the gunship doors slid open. “You’ll need to hold on tight.”

Caro nodded and scooted over to Rex’s thumb, where they clung on tightly. Rex curled his fingers in, giving Caro a sort of roof protecting them from the noise and wind. Rex’s other hand was stretched high above, but he had moved the hand holding Caro close to his chest. Caro lurched forward as the gunship took to the air, but they weren’t worried.

They knew Rex was someone they could trust.

[vaguely-concerned]

The Mandalorian Chapter 15 reactions; *nobby nobbs voice* ‘s all gone a bit percychological, sir

 - so from both chapter 6 and now this: rick famuyiwa is incredible at portraying prolonged discomfort and tension (and also at getting din’s endless love for that baby across through the stress of being separated from him. this is the very first episode with no baby in it at all, isn’t it? wow that’s a heartbreaking milestone to reach im crying)

I liked this episode SO MUCH but I had to pause it pretty often and take a breather because it all made me so viscerally uncomfortable on din’s behalf -- not just the armour and having to take the helmet off and be seen for the (almost, ilu IG-11) first time in decades, people keep touching him in this episode when he clearly doesn’t want them to but can’t stop it and it makes me want to claw my own skin off in sympathy, it’s so awful. that’s really neat film making to manage to keep that tension steady almost all the way through!!! 

honestly this episode felt a little bit like psychological horror, with the cheering storm troopers and din in the wrong armour and clearly not digging it and there’s the palpable absence of baby and that ever present dread of being Perceived when you’re not ready for it; everything’s turned upside down from how it should be. and it’s playing with that discomfort both in the main character and in us, the audience, in having the familiar be made unfamiliar and also introducing these questions that shake up everything (that feeling you get of ‘but... if it’s not the helmet, and not the armour, but there’s his face, but we’ve only seen that face once before so it’s still basically new to us, is this... is this still him. is this still Dad’ (oooh I wonder if we’re... sort of getting some of the ??? the baby would be feeling about it too?) we’ve all imprinted on that t-shaped visor like little baby birds, and this was a very clever episode to break us out of that and start to really get used to the thought of him having several faces that are real simultaneously, in a way, and not just a voice. it’s all very smart and interesting and I’m sure I’ll have a lot of incoherent thoughts about this in the weeks to come lol)    

- the actual reason din can’t take off the helmet is that if people were able to see his wide confused puppy eyes they would no longer find it in themselves to send him on long arduous side missions and would help him immediately just so he’d feel better, and that would rob us of like 80% of the content for this show 

mayfeld in this episode: clearly a casualty of this. he literally sees one glimpse of the vulnerability there and then within five seconds goes on to materialize a few redeeming character traits after being a complete jackass for an episode and a half. (I mean. he was 100% still an imperial so I’m a bit ‘hm.’ about how easily especially cara let him off the hook, but with the way it was set up I guess it would have been quite shitty of them to just throw him back in prison so I mean I GUESS. I would be endlessly grateful someone got my awkward bff out of there alive and well too I suppose)

- I actually think din’s sense/integrity of self has gotten so much stronger and more resilient (though probably still quite fragile pls handle with care precious cargo within); if this had happened in the first season I think it might honestly just have killed him (and if it weren’t for IG-11 it probably would have lol)

- can you beLIEVE din is so bad at lying that they literally should plan for contingencies over it fjkasdlhfskajdhfsdj     

- very grateful for the scene with the spear throw that’s basically there to reassure us ‘uh-huh, he absolutely knows how to use it, don’t worry about that part at least’

I want to make a whole post about that fight scene, though, it’s just so GOOD! there’s so much storytelling and characterization in it! even out of the armour din has some real hand to hand MOVES!! he clearly came out of that aching all over, he can barely get back in his seat!!!

- so what I’m mainly taking away from this is that din absolutely cuts his own hair and you know what? he does a good job considering the conditions he has to work under, I love him  

I still find it so goddamn darling that he meticulously maintains that little mustache/stubble combo under there even when there’s every reason to believe no one will ever see it 

I suppose we can also gather that he did not ask cobb about whatever insane feat of magic he’s come up with to avoid helmet hair, but I don’t care looking a bit frazzled and tousled is exactly right for him (he’s so put together when he’s in the armour and a MESS when he’s out of it and I  l o v e  it) 

- boba fett is honestly so fucking hot in this I don’t know what to do with myself haha. he’s so CALM and CALCULATED and COLLECTED in his newly painted armour and he’s GOT THIS and he made that ‘I’ve got one of those faces. one of jango’s many, many, many faces’ joke and he’s so thicc now, he looks like he could easily lift me over his head with one hand and he’s just quietly steady and undramatically supportive and sdalfhsdjhfsa 

- ...din does know who the clone troopers were, right. I mean of course he does. he has to. but does he though. I’m sure he does and just wasn’t thinking. 

- no matter how stressful it was I’m still really grateful that in the end taking the helmet off was something din got to do himself -- it’s under some duress, but it’s still his choice and for the sake of the baby, and almost in two more manageable steps between putting on the storm trooper gear for a different helmet before taking it off altogether. it’s not something done to him by gideon, for example, that would be. so much yuckier and worse. he still has that control and agency intact, even if it’s been tested really hard, and now gideon doing that doesn’t hold the exact same nightmarish power anymore because there’s already a little space opened in din’s mind for different things it can mean, if you see what I mean. I’m not sure I see what I mean actually I just have a lot of feelings haha. so I guess thank you mayfeld for being decent about it and helping him towards that realization that he can still be himself outside these really really inflexible structures he’s set up around himself for like. stability and keeping himself upright for a really long time, and that even someone halfway decent won’t disrespect the boundaries he still has about it at any given moment. man there’s a lot in this episode isn’t there

- the sigh din gave when he saw even more pirates coming and knew he had to get back up... never has a single moment in cinema better captured how I feel about being alive. most relatable man in the world din djarin

- it was really cruel of them to make me listen to din’s dead bleak voice say ‘the child is gone’ again, it wrecks my heart every goddamn time 

- again... I wish carano wasn’t Like That in real life because the cara & fennec scenes should have been everything I could ever dream. ah well fennec was still wonderful and if I just allow myself to think in-universe for a few seconds it was really touching that din would entrust cara with his entire armour, that’s some prime BrOTP energy right there

I love that we got two female characters who were just allies and working together, no competition or nothin’. listen the bar is low but it’s nice to see something actually leap gracefully over it as well lol

- this was one of those with some pretty big open plot holes (why, exactly, would a scan of a completely unknown face be helpful to get into this classified system lol), but a) I don’t care, the emotional storyline was so sound it doesn’t really matter and b) eh handwave handwave let’s say mayfeld programmed that little stick with the good shit and overrode the code saying there needed to be an identity match within the system, it’s all fine 

- I know I joke a lot about this but din really is one of the most relatable characters I’ve ever had. just watching him struggle with eye contact and going pretty much nonverbal under enough stress is like. wow a bit close to home there could we, perhaps, nOT?? (honestly though these are trauma/anxiety things I really don’t see portrayed a lot, especially in protagonists, it’s so odd but healing to see it in a character I love and who’s EXTREMELY competent in many other settings)

- din repeating gideon’s speech back to him word for word (except for the crucial detail that he calls grogu ‘him’ instead of ‘it’ 😭😭😭) and saying nothing else is truly Everything. I’ve said some stuff about din’s deliberate and thoughtful relationship to language in the past and this is such an amazing example of it; he’s remembered that pitch perfect all this time, he’s kept it around in his head and mulled it over and then redeployed it to change the meaning of it completely from dehumanization to love. can you. can you even imagine. and it’s yet another example of his hilarious wonderful petty streak and I can never get enough of it fasjhdfkjalhs    

- din always noticing the children first and foremost Y_______Y (the kids running by is the only thing you see him sort of acknowledge when he’s walking into the covert in season 1 too)  

- please... please I just need him to be able to hold that baby against his chest all safe and sound and okay again I can’t it’s........ hh

NO SEASON END CLIFF HANGER ON THIS I AM  B E G G I N G  YOU 

- I would be having some thoughts about how much space there actually is on slave 1 and what that might mean (do not kill boba again please don’t kill him again), but honestly there’s only ‘GET BABY’ hours in here now, I can’t speculate about anything

[yer-cute-when-you-scream]

Nights Like These~ Mark Tuan & Park Jinyoung

WARNINGS: Smut, Threesome, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up), Dom/Sub Scenarios, Choking, Multiple Orgasms  (I’m probably forgetting something)

A/N: To the Anon that requested more MarkJin! Y’all I swear, I’m so glad I’m finding time to write, I had so much fun writing this, although halfway through I decided to rewrite the entire smut scene lmao

It's been so long since I've had a night like this with Mark and Jinyoung. They’ve been working so much recently, some nights I go to bed alone and wake up alone. I never complained to them, I know they can't control it and my nagging wouldn't do anything but stress them out even more. 

Whenever I did see them, I made sure they were stress free. I would massage their hands and shoulders, I made sure they ate well and were drinking enough water. Hell, I even went down on them a few times and asked for nothing in return, which was pretty hard considering it’s been weeks since I've been touched by either of them. 

I have just been distracting myself with cleaning and such. I suppose you can understand how excited I was when they told me they were off for the next few days, I really missed them. 

We all decided to have a movie night, so after dinner, we changed out of our clothes and into something more comfortable. They both had their grey sweatpants on, which always drives me crazy, Jinyoung had an old shirt on while Mark went shirtless. 

I had one of my favorite shirts of Jinyoung’s on and no pants, his shirt was right above my mid thigh, just barely covering my panties. We picked a movie and Mark brought some popcorn out while Jinyoung brought the bottle of wine we still had leftover from dinner along with our wine glasses. 

I sat in between them with my legs across Jinyoung’s lap, my back leaning against Mark, and a blanket was thrown across us. We were all content with each other as we drank our wine and started the movie. 

Soon Jinyoung moved the blanket off me and began to lightly massage my legs, meanwhile, Mark had turned so my back was against his bare chest and his legs on either side of me. His hands went to my shoulders and began to massage them, I immediately relaxed under their touch. 

”You know, I should be the one doing this to the both of you,” I softly said, I look over to Jinyoung and see him chuckle and shake his head. 

Mark kissed my cheek before saying ”Baby girl, you never complained to us when we were piled with work, you made sure we weren't stressed and that was a great help to us.” ”We just want to show you how appreciative we are and pamper you, now just relax and watch the movie.” 

I leaned forward smiling and gave Jinyoung a kiss before leaning back and turning and kissing Mark, I sighed in relaxation and continued to watch the movie. I really do love them both, I can't imagine life without them. 

Sometime during the movie, a steamy scene comes on and I swear it's the longest scene ever. I feel a warmth between my legs as I think about the two men next to me, how they make me feel, and how I've been so needy for them. They always know which buttons to press, they know my body like the back of their hand, they can have me in pure bliss in just a matter of time. 

My eyes wandered over to Jinyoung’s sweatpants, I could clearly see the outline of his package. Now my thoughts were sinfully escalating. I bit my lip and started rubbing my thighs together, trying to calm myself down but I'm sure there was an ever growing wet spot in my panties. 

I didn't realize Jinyoung had started massaging my thighs, he looked over to me when my thighs rubbed over his hand. He followed my eyes and smirked then silently got Mark’s attention and motioned to look at me. I probably looked like I had been starved, I licked my lips before continuing to bite them and my thighs were still rubbing against each other. 

They both got turned on at how I looked, Mark began to kiss my neck and I softly sighed. ”Baby girl, what could you be thinking about for you to start rubbing your thighs together?” Jinyoung asked, which snapped me out of my thoughts. I look up at Jinyoung with wide eyes, I feel Mark kissing and nibbling at my neck, I stutter as I try to make up an excuse. 

Jinyoung had a smirk on his face and his finger went to my mouth to shush me ”I can only imagine how soaked you must be right now, I'm hard just thinking about it. How about you, Mark?” Mark let out a groan and scooted his hips forward, I felt his hard bulge against my lower back and I blushed. 

”God, yes. I haven't tasted her in weeks, my mouth is watering. Spread her legs already, I want to see it.” 

Jinyoung’s hands go between my thighs and force them open, my panties were indeed soaked, my arousal was practically dripping from the top of my inner thighs. Mark takes his fingers and gathers some of the juice on his fingers,”Awe, Baby girl made a mess,” he begins while licking his fingers clean ”Don’t worry, I'll clean it up.” 

I'm pulled into Jinyoung’s arms, my back now against his chest with my legs pulled up. Mark slides my panties off before kissing my inner thighs, he looks up to me and smiles devilishly before attaching his lips to my clit. He keeps his eyes locked with mine to make sure I’m enjoying it.

He moves his tongue slowly at first, leaving nothing untouched, his eyes roll back every now and then as he savors the taste. My legs twitch and before I can clench them around his head, Jinyoung immediately grabs ahold of them and keeps them in place.

My body starts to roll against Mark's mouth, I run my fingers through his hair and slightly pull it as he continues to eat me out. My breathing is hitched and I bite my lip to hold back my moans, closing my eyes as I move my head to the side so my cheek is resting against Jinyoung’s shoulder. 

Jinyoung doesn't allow me to stay like that for too long. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at Mark ”Baby girl, I think you need to let Daddy know how good he’s making you feel. Don't hold back your moans,” He says. 

My body trembles as Mark shoves his tongue in me, moans leave my mouth and I can't control them. ”Daddy, it feels so good. Please, I'm gonna c-cum,” I whimper as I pull on his hair. It only takes one more movement on his end before I'm writhing in pleasure and babbling nonsense. 

Mark sits up and smirks at the state I'm in. My head rested against Jinyoung’s chest as I panted, my eyelids were heavy and I could feel my legs still trembling. ”Look at her, she's already so fucked out,” Mark exclaimed, he leans back and sits proudly. 

Jinyoung chuckled as he tilted my face towards him, I stare up at him and he drags his thumb across my bottom lip. He leans down and pecks me on the lips before I feel his hand go in between my legs ”I think I want to watch you cum again,” he smirks darkly, his thumb slowly circles my clit and I inhale sharply. 

I'm suddenly moved and placed in between them on the couch, Mark leans up and begins to kiss my neck, Jinyoung continues rubbing my clit with his thumb and his two fingers start teasing my entrance. 

I begin to whine ”Stop teasing.” 

Jinyoung halts his movements and Mark stops kissing my neck before he growls in my ear ”You're always our good girl, stop being a brat,” I feel Jinyoung lean over to my other ear ”Or else.” 

I whimper at their words and feel myself become smaller ”I’m sorry, I just missed you both and it's been so long since I've been touched,” I admit, my voice sounding so innocent. 

Their faces soften a little, they realize how hard it must have been for me these past few weeks, they’ve always kept my needs satisfied, until these past few weeks. ”I promise I’ll be your good girl like always,” I tell them in hopes they continue. 

Jinyoung immediately snaps out of it and continues to rub me, Mark kisses me while his hand slips under my shirt and plays with my breasts. ”Don’t worry, Baby girl, we will take care of you,” Jinyoung reassures, his fingers slipping inside of me. 

A moan escapes my mouth from the feeling of his fingers, his pace is quick and steady and he curls them in me so he can hit my g spot. Mark leaves my lips and takes my shirt off to reveal my bare chest, he attaches his mouth to my nipple and begins to play with it. 

He sucks and nibbles at it making me throw my head back, his hand goes to my other breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers makes me get so much closer to my high.

Jinyoung starts to leave marks on my neck as he continues to plunge his fingers into me, the pleasure is almost too much for me. My hands travel up their thighs before resting on their bulges, I start to palm them but they stop me. 

”Baby girl, this is about you,” Jinyoung said, his lips graze over mine before a heated kiss happens. 

Mark is now next to my face, his hands still tweaking my nipples ”You should’ve told us you needed some relief,” Mark said before he turned my head and started an equally heated kiss with me. 

I moaned against his lips as Jinyoung started sending me over the edge with his fingers, my eyes rolling back and my head falling against the couch. ”I d-didn’t want to b-bother y-fuck, ” I choke out as I come down from my high. Jinyoung chuckled lightly ”You're never a bother to us.”

He sucks his fingers clean and sighs at the taste ”So fucking sweet,” he gets on his knees in front of me and pulls me forwards to him. 

”Let me clean you up, Baby girl.” 

I look down to him and I see there's a dark lust in his eyes, I reach my hand towards his face, caressing his cheek before I drag my thumb across his plump lips. I spread my legs for him, my core is glistening and it makes him groan slightly.

”Please, Sir,” I beg to him, he kisses my thighs before dropping his head between my legs. 

His tongue doesn't miss a spot, his licks are slow but intense, my body is quivering and my moaning is coming out so lewdly. Mark watches me as I fall apart, so aroused by my sounds and expressions he begins to palm himself through his pants.

Tears start forming in my eyes from all the pleasure and I can't bear it any longer ”D-Daddy, Sir, please,” I cry out, Jinyoung raises his head and then sits on the couch. I'm in the middle of them and they're both so close to me, my breathing is heavy, their hands are on my thighs and they're rubbing them. 

”What is it, Baby girl?” 

”Tell us what you want, ” I hear from them. 

It's hard to find my voice but eventually, I do ”Please, I want you, I need you, ” I plea to them. 

”Look at her begging, she's so needy. Let's give her what she needs,” Mark says, he picks me up bridal style and then all of us go into our bedroom. He lays me on the bed and Jinyoung takes his shirt off before he gets behind me, holding me in his arms while Mark crawls onto the bed. 

”Daddy,” I whimper, spreading my legs open for him. 

He smirks at me before taking his pants off, I sit up and turn around so I'm on all fours, I reach for Jinyoung’s pants but he stops me. 

”No, Baby girl, we said this was about you. Don't worry about our pleasure tonight, just focus on yours,” Jinyoung sternly said. 

I open my mouth to protest but Mark slams into me, what comes out of my mouth is almost a scream, this is what I've been yearning for. The past few weeks may have been hell, but this was worth the wait. I nearly lose the strength in my legs, but Mark held me up as he thrusted into me at a fast pace. 

He pulls out almost all of the way, only his tip still in me, before pushing it all the way in. I'm sure our neighbors hate us right now with how loud I'm being. He grabs me by the neck and pulls me up on my knees, my back against him and pressure on my throat as he continues to ram into me.

 ”Daddy, I'm gonna-” I whimper out when I feel my stomach start to tighten.

 He moves his other hand down to my clit and rubs it ”Let go, Baby girl, cum all over my cock like a good girl,” he growls. 

My body tenses up and all I can see are stars, I let out a porn like moan and my body goes limp. Mark pulls out of me and lays me down, Jinyoung is next to me, leaning against the headboard with his hand is down his pants, ”Need you, Sir,” I whine, weakly grabbing at his pants.

”Such a slut for our cocks, huh?” he says, I mewl and nod at him. He strips himself of his pants and hovers over me, spreading my legs and lining up with my entrance before he pushes in. 

I claw at his back and wrap my legs around him, he rolls his hips into mine and puts his hand on my throat, applying pressure to the sides. Tears start flowing out of my eyes again, his moves are fast and deep, I slowly start feeling that familiar pit in my stomach. 

He moves one of my legs onto his shoulder so he can thrust at a new angle, my moans are lewd and it seems as though they can't get enough of it. 

”Your moans are like a fucking melody.” 

Jinyoung grabs my hand from his back and puts it above my pelvis ”Touch yourself, Baby girl,” he sternly orders. I obey his command and rub my clit, as soon as I feel myself closer to yet another high, I rub rapidly and throw my head back.

He applies more pressure onto my neck and soon my eyes are blown out while I'm screaming and babbling nonsense. He pulls out and lays on the bed along with Mark and I, I look down and still see they're erect. 

”Did either of you cum?” I ask frowning, they both shook their heads, I sat up and they tried to pull me back down. 

”Baby girl, it's okay.”

 ”We just care about your pleasure tonight.”

I shook my head at them before saying ”I get more pleasure out of this when you both get off, now shut up,” I say to them with a little attitude. I put my hands on each of their dicks, moving my wrist back and forth, they both sighed in an attempt to hold their moans back. 

My pace got faster and soon one of them let out a groan, I moved my head down to Mark’s and wrapped my lips around his length. He bucked his hips up and moaned out, I switched over to Jinyoung and did the same thing and got the reaction out of him. 

I continued this and soon we were no longer in bed, no, they were standing and I was on my knees blowing one of them while jacking off the other, switching between them every now and then. 

Their moans were so deep and breathy, I could listen all day. 

”I’m close,” I heard Mark say, ”Fuck, me too,” Jinyoung moaned.

I quicken my pace and slightly lean back so they cum on my chest, looking up to them I see their heads are thrown back and jaws are slack. Only a few more pumps and they both cum at the same time, they're loud when they cum and anyone could tell they were overwhelmed with ecstasy. 

I stand up then take their hands and lead them to bed with me. They see my chest and Jinyoung immediately shoots up to grab a washcloth, Mark grabs my face and brings me in for a kiss 

”Was tonight everything you hoped for?” 

”It was more than that.” 

Mark smiled at me and squeezed my thigh before getting up to put his sweatpants back on, Jinyoung came in with the washcloth then cleaned my chest and between my legs. 

He throws the rag into the laundry hamper before putting his sweatpants back on and getting into bed. I'm given a shirt from Mark and I slip it on, I lay down between them and cuddle into them.

Mark behind me because he loves being the big spoon, Jinyoung in front of me because he loves to look at me, their arms wrapped around me as they leave kisses all over me and whisper sweet nothings into my ears. 

Some days when we wake up like this, it's not sweet nothings I hear, but the dirtiest and most sinful things anyone has ever heard before. Nonetheless, I always feel so safe and secure like this. 

I close my eyes to savor the moment ”Thank you,” I whisper to them.

”You don't have to thank us, Baby girl,” Jinyoung said, to which Mark agreed. 

They both gave me a long loving kiss before I said ”I love our nights like these.”

[valkyrieofsmut]

Double stuffed birthday

Stucky x Reader

Descriptions:  (Y/n) has huge crushes on her neighbors, but they’re in a relationship- with each other. She’s sad to miss out, thinking they’re both only into men, but wants the best for them. Until one night she hears a woman’s moans coming through the wall... Afraid to hurt one of them, she has to come clean about what she heard, and finds out that- maybe she has a chance after all...?

Types: Double penetration, threesome, two guys one girl, virgin reader, preparation, smut!

Warnings: None, I think.

Words: 3347 

A/n- THAT’S RIGHT! DOUBLE STUFFED BIRTHDAY! BECAUSE! I’M... A DORK! *sigh*... This Ask came from forever and a day ago (You can see how far behind I am... )

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Story!

(Y/n) wanted something special for her birthday… 

She was tired of sitting around admiring the two super soldiers who were her great friends, and had been since they moved in a couple of years ago. 

It had started as any other day; her getting home from work, checking the mail, planning what to make for dinner. The only difference had been that there was a moving truck outside. 

When she'd gotten up to her floor, she saw boxes all over the hallway, and, while being careful and watching her feet to not trip over them, she didn't see the bulky man coming around the doorway next to hers, who then nearly mowed her over, but caught her with his quick reflexes. 

She later brought them cookies as a welcome to the building treat, and they invited her to have dinner to get to know each other. 

It was a wonderful night, and they became great friends. 

.

The next while was nice, showing them movies, finding out that they were, in fact, Captain America and Bucky Barnes, best friends, comrades in arms, roommates, and… a bit more. 

Truly, not many could understand the life they'd lived; WWII veterans would understand the life and the war, the Avengers would understand that part of the fighting they'd gone through, but since the other experimental subjects that had been with Bucky had been… terminated… they were the only supersoldiers left in the world- that were known of, anyway. And even then, Steve could never quite know what Bucky had gone through as a prisoner of war, tortured and experimented on; after all, Steve had been able to volunteer for the supersoldier program. 

So it made sense that they had gone from bffs to bffs with benefits, since they were really the only ones they could completely trust with themselves. 

It made (Y/n) a bit sad, wishing that she'd have a chance with them, but it was hard to be jealous when they were both good friends and they were happy together. 

That certainly didn't keep her from dreaming, though… 

And dream she did. 

Being a virgin did nothing to stop her imagination, and it's no wonder with the internet and the plethora of erotic stories. It all gave her a wealth of fantasies to pull from when she was alone. 

Even if she had to be very quiet, since their bedrooms apparently shared a wall. 

How awkward would it be the day after to see them in the hall and have one of them comment, "so hey, I heard you screaming mine and my partner's name in orgasm last night…" 

Yeah… That was definitely something she wanted to avoid. 

They tried to return the favor as well, it seemed, since sometimes she could hear them, just barely, keeping quiet as they were intimate. 

She… may or may not have joined in privately those times… 

So, when she heard a woman crying out one night, she was understandably a bit distressed thinking that one of her friends had cheated on the other. 

It ate at her for a week. She wanted to talk to them, needed to talk about it, but she didn't know who it was, and she didn't want to hurt one of them. 

Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer, and knocked on the door, greeting Steve when he answered. 

"Hey, (Y/n), how are you doing?" 

"I- I'm…" She took a breath and turned to him, pushing it out, but awkwardly wishing she could pull it back halfway through, "I heard- so-omething- the… other day…" 

"I'm sorry…?" He offered, completely lost, but able to tell she was distressed by whatever she'd heard. 

He was so kind- his face showed he was so sweet- 

(Y/n) didn't know what to do! 

She couldn't imagine this sweet teddy bear of a man cheating, and she definitely didn't want to hurt him! 

"I- I'm sorry, I- heard something in- uh, from, the bedroom…" 

His cheeks flashed the lightest shade of pink, an apologetic smile tilting his lips. 

"What's up with Dolly?" Bucky asked from the doorway to the kitchen. 

(Y/n) felt panic building in her veins. 

Oh shit- 

What do I do?! 

"Apparently we were a bit loud the other night," Steve answered, his eyes still on hers. 

Oh god- she could feel her blood rushing in her ears! Heat spreading over her body- knots forming in her stomach-! 

"No- no, I-! Um! I have to g-" She stopped. "I don't want to ruin your relationship but I heard one of you in the bedroom with a woman!" 

Having word vomited her news out, she desperately wanted to leave. She hurried to turn and do so, but Steve caught her arm. 

“Wait, wait, wait. You what?” 

(Y/n) could feel the panic building in her stomach, making her feel a bit nauseous. “I heard- I heard someone in the bedroom- I heard a woman in your bedroom- I- I’m sorry,” she told them, starting to breathe heavily with her panic. 

Steve and Bucky shared a look, then looked back to her. 

“I- I have to go- I’m-” 

“Hey, hey,” Steve cooed, trying to calm her down, used to Bucky’s panic attacks. 

Bucky tossed the potholder in his hand on the counter and headed over to help calm her. They stroked her back, murmuring calming words to her until she could catch her breath. 

“I- I’m sorry- I just- didn’t- want to hurt- you guys,” she told them. 

They shared another look and looked back to her, an apologetic look in their eyes. 

“W-well, I guess this is how you find out,” Steve commented softly. 

“F-find out- what?” 

Bucky cleared his throat and looked away, muttering something to himself and rubbing his metal arm. 

“We’re not gay, (Y/n)...” 

“B-but I thought-” She blinked in confusion, her words leaving her. 

“I’m sorry if there was a misunderstanding,” Steve told her, still holding onto her to give support. “We’re not gay; we’re bi…” 

Bucky cleared his throat and gave a crooked smile to the wall he was staring at. “Yeah, ahem, S-Steve might not have gotten many dames back in the day, but, uh-” 

Steve snorted. “Bucky got lots of ‘tail’.” 

“U-uh- oh! Oh… wow… I- I’m sorry I came bursting in here like- like a crazy person,” (Y/n) told them, feeling her embarrassment replacing the panic. 

As she’d left, she was sure that she’d heard Bucky telling Steve, “see? This is why you don’t make the plans. What the hell kind of plan was that anyway?! You gave her a panic attack!” 

. 

And now, a month later, when she was getting closer to her birthday, she’d decided to bring up her request. Just between friends, people she trusted, the three of them- she wanted them to take her virginity. 

. 

Steve looked at her in shock. “Y-you’re a virgin?” 

“Yeah…?” (Y/n) answered, not understanding why that was strange; everyone was born a virgin, so everyone was at some point in their life… 

“But- but like, actually a virgin,” Bucky reiterated. “Not- not like ‘I’m a “virgin” because I’m a “born again virgin”’?” 

“Yes- a what? No- look. It’s simple. I am a virgin. I’ve never had sex. No penis in any of my orifices. Virgin.” 

The two men looked at each other, sharing a look like something suddenly made sense. 

“And- and you want us to- you want one of us to take your virginity?” Steve asked. 

“Well, I mean, if Bucky was such a lady killer back in the forties, I’m sure he’s had a few, so nothing new to him…” 

They both chuckled awkwardly at that. 

“But, I-  I was actually hoping… That… you both…?” 

“Both…” Steve blinked, then looked at Bucky. 

“Both of us? In the same night?” 

“A-at the same- time,” she offered. 

Steve shook his head. “No.” 

Bucky shot him a look. “Oh, you suddenly have good ideas?” 

“No; (Y/n), Cookie, we can’t- we can’t take you at the same time-” 

“I’ve seen porn, Steve,” she scolded. 

“I’ve seen it happen,” Bucky added, deadpan. 

“Not when you’re a virgin! It’ll- it’ll- Bucky!” Steve looked at him for support. “It’d rip her to shreds!” 

Bucky paused, tilting his head. “Y-yeah… he’s got a point there, Dolly…” 

“But- but! Every one has sex a first time! It’s not like I’m any different!” 

Bucky shook his head, “but, not everyone is trying to have double penetration their first go. Not only that, but- the- the serum… it affected all of us… all of us,” he stressed before turning to Steve and patting him on the shoulder a bit mockingly. “Look at you, thinking things through. Proud of you, Punk.” 

“Shut up, Jerk,” Steve shot back. 

“But… there’s not any way…?” (Y/n) asked sadly. 

The two shared a look again, looking hesitant. 

“Th- there might be a way…” 

“It’ll take a long time…” 

“What is it?” She asked. 

“Well- you- you might stand a chance if you- ahem- did some… some training to your- your holes…” Bucky looked like he was about to die blushing. 

Steve nodded, also looking a bit uncomfortable. “Yeah… if you could… train them… then you’d stand a chance to take one of us…” 

“So- I’d just have to, what, stick fingers in and stretch or something?” She asked. 

Bucky let out a choked laugh. 

“Uh, no, Cookie…” Steve told her, a small chuckle leaving him. “Well… training can be fun… and we can start with fingers, but… we’re  going to have to… graduate to… larger things.” 

(Y/n) blinked at them. “...ok…” 

And thus began the training. 

. 

(Y/n) went to their apartment the next day, eager to start the training, and wasn’t surprised when they had her remove her bottoms. 

“Ok, Doll,” Bucky started, helping her lay back on the bed. He lifted her legs and let them fall open, helping to stretch the inside flexors of her hips. His eyes went right to her bare pussy and stayed there, like they were glued for a minute before he cleared his throat roughly. “Steve… Steve, c’mere…” 

“Yeah?” Steve asked, leaning over from where he was monitoring her reactions. 

“Look at this cute little pussy… She’s… Damn…” 

Steve looked down and his expression changed. “She… Wow…” 

“Hey, uh, guys, you’re kinda weirding me out, here… Is something wrong with me…?!” 

“Nah- nah, Dolly, just… You’re so cute… and-” Bucky cut off, clearing his throat. “Nothin’s wrong.” 

Steve’s fingers ran down her, and (Y/n) let out a gasp. “Oh, shit…” He stroked over her again. “We’re going to have to be careful, Buck… not get…” 

“Carried away, yeah,” Bucky agreed. “Ok, Doll, we’re starting… ready?” 

She nodded, and the next thing she expected was something inserted, but instead, it was just more petting. She looked up at them in question, but they seemed to know what they were doing, and she honestly had not much, if any at all, experience. 

(Y/n) felt herself starting to get more interested, more swollen at the attention that was being paid to her. She felt her body heating up, getting ready for what was going to happen. 

Steve was petting her hair and stroking over her cheeks and neck, giving words of encouragement, telling her how sexy it was watching Bucky doing the things he was to her. 

Bucky ran his fingers between her lips, getting her used to the feeling for a moment, then rubbed around her clit, circling and rubbing over it, his eyes getting dark and hooded as she made soft little noises. He cursed softly before moving one finger to her opening and starting to push in. 

“Bucky,” she huffed, laughing, but still going to moan. “Your finger- isn’t the first thing going up there,” she told him. 

Bucky looked up at her. “N-? Oh, right…” He chuckled. “There are all sorts of things to put here these days.” 

(Y/n) felt like she was about to immediately regret those words… 

Bucky slipped his finger in, moving slowly for a couple of thrusts before adding a finger. “Two,” he updated Steve. “Let’s see how far we can get her today.” 

“Bucky,” Steve chided, “don’t try rushing it.” 

Bucky looked up at him, flashing a cheeky smirk. “Course not. Running in blindly with no plan is your thing.” 

Steve gave him a dry look, but stayed quiet. 

(Y/n) was panting under Bucky’s ministrations already, her hips starting to arch with his movements. 

When he scissored his fingers apart to stretch her a bit more, the noises that she was making changed, making both guys lick their lips and watch intently. 

He managed to get three fingers in, keeping her at the edge of orgasm, not letting her come. 

“I wanna turn,” Steve said, his eyes trained on Bucky’s hand as it was quickly getting wetter. 

“Why don’t you work on the other side,” Bucky suggested. 

“Think that’d be ok, Cookie?” Steve asked softly. 

(Y/n) looked up at him, her body feeling ready for orgasm. She nodded and they shifted her to her side so that Bucky could reach her pussy, and Steve had room to work on her ass. 

Bucky had her foot planted on his shoulder to keep her open, working slowly at her, and Steve rubbed and squeezed her ass for a moment. 

“It’s going to be cold for a moment,” he warned her, and she heard some noises like he was rubbing something between his fingers before they touched her. 

His fingers were a bit cold, but they warmed up as he moved them over her rear opening, slowly starting to dip his finger in. 

Wow- wow! She’d never felt this strange sort of double stimulation before! It felt- it felt really good! 

(Y/n) started groping at her chest, moaning and whining as they moved. She could hear them talking to each other, working in conjunction, and she felt when Steve switched fingers, stroking her inside as she was driven closer and closer to her end. 

“Steve, you’re going to have to- I’ve got her foot on my shoulder,” Bucky’s voice drifted up to her dreamily. 

(Y/n) could only spare a partial thought wondering what that was about, but the rest of her body was feeling too good, especially when her hands went under her shirt and bra to get to her bare breasts. 

Another hand was on her, two fingers stroking along her, on either side of her clit, and she arched and moaned, hearing two answering moans from near her knees. The three hands worked in tandem, getting into rhythm and stroking her. 

It felt so good, it was like pleasure bursting through every part of her- making her whole body shiver. 

“Look at her, she’s doing so good,” one cooed. 

“God, I can’t wait to have her between us…” The other agreed. 

“Oh, that’s it, look at her; she’s getting close.” 

(Y/n) was having trouble catching her breath, her hips rocking with their rhythm. “G- I- yeah,” she panted to them, her moans getting louder and louder. 

“That’s it, come for us, gorgeous.” 

(Y/n) cried out as she came, clenching around both of them and feeling them in even more detail inside her. 

“Good girl… such a good girl…” 

. 

Every day after work, she’d go to their apartment, and repeat the process. 

Everyday after work, she'd only come once, but it was a pretty strong orgasm. 

Until, finally, it was the day. 

.

“You can say no, if you want to.” 

“No one will think less of you.” 

“I know.” She was naked in front of them, laid out on the bed, watching as lube was poured into a palm. “Isn’t that too much…?” 

They shared a look. 

“Nope.” 

“Trust us.” 

They worked into her one at a time, one on the bed, her sliding onto him, feeling him filling her pussy like it had never been filled before. No tampon or toy, even when they’d been doing their training and they’d stretched her open with toys, had ever filled her this much. 

They took a break, letting her lay on his chest as the other lubed up her ass next to prepare her for him to enter. 

“Are you ready?” 

She nodded, though her eyes were closed and she was still taking deep breaths.

The super soldier behind her started to press into her, going slow, so mercifully slow, and letting her stretch around him.

“Oh shit- (Y/n)- ah god, you’re so t-tight…” 

Somehow he managed to push all the way in without many stops, and (Y/n) had never felt fuller in her life. 

There was panting from in front and behind her as both men caught their breaths, and the three of them slowly started growing accustomed to the tight feeling. 

When they started moving, she felt the way their cocks dragged at her skin, the friction feeling like pleasurable stroking pushing her closer to orgasm. They switched the way they thrust, and suddenly, Steve was pushing into her while Bucky was pulling out, then they were switching. 

(Y/n) couldn’t breathe, it felt so good- her mind turned itself off, and the only thing going through her head was it trying to process the sensation of them moving inside her. 

“Oh, fuck,” Bucky groaned, leaning in and tilting her chin to kiss her. 

Steve kept thrusting, groaning as he moved. “God, f-f- feel so-” He pulled the kiss apart by turning (Y/n)’s face to him instead. 

Bucky licked his lips as he watched them kiss, his hips bucking into her slowly and steadily. 

Steve pulled back and kissed Bucky, who leaned into the kiss as well, both hugging tight around (Y/n). 

They each took a breast, kneading and playing with it, tugging and rolling her nipples as they moved. 

It was so good-

It was so much- 

It was too good- 

It was too much-! 

(Y/n) let out a high pitched cry as she came, hard, squeezing tight around them, making Bucky and Steve both let out guttural sounds of surprise and pleasure. 

“F-fuck-” 

“Oh shit-” 

Hands tightened on (Y/n), one set on her hips, the other on her thighs as both men picked up the pace. 

“Bucky- she- she feels so good!” 

“I know, Steve- she’s- she’s so tight it feels like she’s tryin’ to push me out-! Oh fuck, Dolly, you’re gonna make me cum-!” 

“Oh God, Cookie, don’t- don’t stop squeezing me like that-! I’m- I’m right there- gonna cum-” 

They seemed to communicate without any sounds as they both sped up, making (Y/n)’s voice raise as she came again, but their response this time was fucking into her harder. 

“Fuck- fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bucky panted as he slammed into her, starting to ride close to the edge of orgasm. 

“O-oh- uuuungh! B-Bucky- c’mon- let’s fill our girl with our cum,” Steve called out, his hips pistoning as he slid in and out. 

“Yeah- r-ready when- when you are,” Bucky answered, his hands tightening on her. “She’s gettin’ close again, too-” 

“A-alright, on- on Cookie’s signal, then,” Steve decided. 

It was only a couple more movements before (Y/n) fell over the edge again, a scream leaving her as she came, tightening around them as her hips twitched, but between them, they kept them steady as they pushed into her as deep as they could and one after the other, filled her until she was dripping super soldier seed. 

After a moment to catch their breath, the two men cleaned her up, and they all got comfortable in the bed. 

“Oh fuck,” Bucky sighed. “That was great, Doll.” 

“Agreed,” Steve nodded, wrapping an arm around her. “Good birthday present?” 

(Y/n) managed to nod as she cuddled closer to them both. “Y-yeah… good…” 

The two chuckled. 

“Go on, sweetheart, go to sleep,” a deep voice murmured near her ear. “More time for fun tomorrow. You’ve been through a lot for now, though.” 

(Y/n) drifted off, feeling Bucky and Steve following her quickly. 

NOTES- Confirmed; Steve convinced Bucky to set the whole thing with the other woman up trying to lure (Y/n) to the conclusion that they were into women, too... Sneaky Steve. 

Steve: We both really like her, right?  Bucky: Yeah. Steve: And we both want her to join us, right? Bucky: Yeah. Steve: I’ve dropped hints all over...  Both: ... Both: ... Bucky: Maybe she doesn’t think we’re into girls?  Steve: ...I have a plan.  Bucky: No- Steve, no.  Steve: *quietly* Steve yes... Ok, so here’s what we’re gonna do... Bucky: *sighs and rubs face* 

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Chapter 4

It had been a couple of weeks since Billy and I had confessed our feelings for each other. Being one of the few patients who was able to help out, Nurse Ratched had enlisted me along with Billy, Taber, Cheswick, and Harding to decorate the day room for Halloween. Billy and I were currently hanging paper bats from the ceiling around the nurse’s station. I laughed as Billy gently rocked the chair I was standing on. 

“Billy Bibbit!” I laughed as the chair rocked a little harder and I started to lose my balance. I reached out and gripped Billy’s shoulders to keep me upright. “Quit it Billy!” He smiled up at me as he wrapped an arm around my legs and harshly rocked the chair again. My eyes widened as I lost my balance completely. I closed my eyes before realizing Billy was keeping me upright. 

“I g-g-got y-you.” Billy smiled as he helped me down gently. I shook my head at him as I turned towards the nurse’s station door. Knocking on it, I handed the remaining bats and tape to Nurse Ratched. 

“All done with those.” I smiled at her, having finally got in her good graces. “Anything else for us to do?” Billy joined me and looked at Nurse Ratched expectantly. Using our closeness, he discreetly put his hand on my back. I leaned into it and smiled at Billy when Nurse Ratched turned around to pick something up. 

“The two of you could go outside and put these cobwebs on the bushes.” She said, giving Billy and I a look before handing us the fake cobwebs. Billy gathered them into his arms as I got the keys from Nurse Ratched. “Come right back in once you finish. No funny business.” Nurse Ratched gave Billy a look. He nodded before leading me out the door separating the dayroom from the rest of the institution. 

“What was that look for?” I asked as I bumped shoulders with Billy. He looked at me with a small smile. 

“I t-turned to to r-run aw-away once.” He admitted. “I d-didn’t g-get f-far.” I nodded and looked around before unlocking the door to the outside. I smiled as the breeze hit my face and blew through my hair. 

“That’s ok.” I turned towards Billy, allowing my smile to grow. “At least tried.” He laughed as he handed me a few of the cobwebs. We joked and laughed as we made the front bushes look like they had been covered. It didn’t take as long as we had hoped and we had to go back in. “So Halloween is coming up,” I trailed off. Billy nodded as he locked up the outside door. 

“Y-yeah. S-so wh-what?” He asked. I blinked at him. 

“Are you really not a Halloween person?” I asked in shock. Billy shook his head. 

“N-not r-really.” He shrugged and put his arm over my shoulder as we walked down the hall back to the dayroom.

“Billy, I’m sorry but that’s a little bit of a deal breaker for me then.” I deadpanned before taking the keys back from him. I slipped out from under his arm and started further down the hall. Once I had gotten halfway down the hall, I turned to look at Billy. I started to laugh at the look on his face. 

“Are are y-you s-s-s-s-serious?” Billy had trouble getting the sentence out. My laugh stopped and I raced back to him. I took his face in my hands and gently rubbed circles into his cheeks. 

“No.” I shook my head as I made sure to make eye contact with him. “No. Never.” I pulled him in for a hug. “I was joking. It was a bad joke.” Billy nodded against my shoulder. “I’m sorry Billy.” I whispered as I ran my fingers through his hair. I pulled back and cupped his cheek before wiping a stray tear away. “I really am.”

“I b-b-believe y-you.” He nodded. I shook my head and made up my mind. 

“I’m gonna make it up to you.” I slid my arms around Billy’s neck. His hands automatically went to my waist. I smiled at him while he cocked his head to his side. He looked so cute when he did that. I gently tugged him closer until I could feel his breath on my lips.

“(Y-Y/N)?” Billy whispered. I looked in his eyes and saw he knew what was going on. I nodded and Billy closed the gap, pressing his lips against mine for the first time. I smiled nervously at him as we pulled away. Billy smiled before leaning in and kissing me again. “I l-like th-that.” I giggled as I pulled him into another hug. 

“Come on.” I gently tugged him back towards the dayroom. “Before Ratched has a cow.” Billy laughed and followed me. We went back into the room and I stopped at the nurse’s station to give Nurse Ratched her keys back. “Anything else you need Nurse Ratched?” She shook her head and I smiled at her before joining Billy at the card table. Taber dealt me in and we played until Nurse Ratched called us to the daily meeting. Billy and I took our seats before Nurse Ratched called us to attention. 

“Today we are going to be talking about Halloween.” I smiled at Billy and he rolled his eyes. “(Y/N), looks like you have something to say about it.” I shrugged. 

“I mean Halloween’s my favorite holiday so I guess.” I smirked over at Harding, who was sitting there with his mouth open like he had been about to say something. Nurse Ratched smiled to herself at my childish antics. 

“Why is that?” She asked me. I was practically bouncing in my seat. 

“I mean for one the obvious candy.” I ticked off my fingers. “Then there’s the fact that it is the one day in the whole year that you can dress up and pretend to be someone else. There’s the parties and the traditions like carving pumpkins and hanging decorations.” Billy smiled at my enthusiasm. “Oh!” I exclaimed as I looked  over at Billy. “I nearly forgot the horror movies! You get to sit around all day and watch horror movies before going out with everyone one else either to trick or treat or go to a party!” Nurse Ratched nodded her head as she made some notes. I was fully aware that she was marking down my over enthusiasm for horror movies but I could care less. Everyone had their vices. Horror movies were mine. 

“And what about all that violence and gore?” Harding cut in. I turned towards him and cocked my head. 

“Scared of a little blood and guts Harding?” I asked in a baby tone. “Afraid the boogeyman is gonna get you?” Some of the circle laughed as Harding’s face turned red. “All it is is basic corn syrup dyed red and plastic guts. Nothing scary at all about it.” I shrugged. “Besides if you honestly think any of that is real, well maybe you do belong in here.” Nurse Ratched cocked her head at me. 

“You don’t believe any of it is real?” She asked me. I shrugged again. 

“I mean sure while you are watching it and your adrenaline is going and its pitch black out and there’s no one in the house but you. But once it is over and the lights go on and you surround yourself with people, it was just an experience you had. No different than say,” I paused and tapped my chin thoughtfully. “Having sex with your wife.” I looked over at Harding with a smirk. He was fully red in the face and glaring at me. Billy was hiding behind his hand as he laughed and Taber was openly amused at my dig at Harding. 

“Anyone else have an opinion on the topic?” Nurse Ratched moved the conversation along while the three of us struggled to get ourselves under control. I zoned out for the rest of the meeting, relishing in the fact that I was able to get Harding so worked up. “Alright. That’s the end of the meeting today. Remember we have a small Halloween party before the end of the day and I would like to see everyone there.” We all got up and put our chairs back where we had gotten them. 

“You guys ever have a Halloween party here before?” I asked as Billy and Taber sat down at the card table again. 

“Once.” Taber said. Billy shook his head. 

“M-must h-have b-b-been b-b-b-before I g-got h-here.” Billy shrugged. Taber nodded in agreement. 

“Almost destroyed the day room.” Taber chuckled. “I think someone got out. And I think someone tried to kill the Chief.” I looked at Taber in shock. 

“Seriously?” I asked. He nodded. “Sounds like some party.” I rubbed my hands together. “I can’t wait until our party starts.” Billy rolled his eyes as I gave them my best evil smile. We played cards until the party started. Nurse Ratched had music playing for us and one of the other nurses brought cookies. One of the orderlies had brought punch for us as well. The three of us hovered around the nurse’s station for most of the party. Taber had said something in reference to the last horror movie that he had seen in theaters and it made me laugh so I tried to cover it with my drink. Billy laughed and shook his head. 

“What about you (Y/N)? What was the last movie you saw?” Taber asked. I shrugged. 

“Probably Psycho.” I took another drink. “It wasn’t that scary but it did mess with my head a little. Couldn’t look at a shower without throwing back the curtain for weeks.” Billy laughed and I gently hit his arm. “It’s not funny! You guys haven’t seen it! It’s pretty creepy!” Taber started laughing at my reaction. 

“(Y/N)’s right.” Nurse Ratched joined our conversation. I waved my hand at her. 

“See?” I laughed. “Thanks Nurse Ratched.” She nodded and went over to the TV to turn it off. The song changed and Billy looked at the small group that had taken up dancing in the middle of the day room. 

“C-c-care t-to d-d-dance?” He asked me, holding his hand out. I smiled and put my hand in his. Taber took our drinks as we made our way to the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him pull me close by his arms around my waist. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and I felt Billy’s smile as we started to slowly dance. The song came to a close and Billy kissed my cheek before pulling away. We turned to walk back to Taber when we saw the look on Nurse Ratched’s face. I swallowed the lump in my throat while Billy squeezed my hand.

[barrysjumpsuit]

remember you - reader x pope heyward

requested? inspired by ideas @letsgofullkook gave me thank you bb

word count: 1.6k

warnings? this is pure pope fluff

summary: pope heyward is in college. he meets a girl and falls heads over heels for her, but pope doesn’t realize what she did to him years ago

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It was Pope’s first day of college. He had done it: he had left the Outer Banks. While Chapel Hill wasn’t that far away, it was far enough. Living in a dorm and living the college life was more liberating than he would have ever expected.

He still had his friends nearby, but he was the only pogue he knew to be attending the university. There were several others, like Topper, that he knew of but didn’t really care about. 

Life was good for Pope Heyward, but it got better when you walked into it, there before his Calculus class. 

It felt like he had known you for his entire life. 

Your smile felt like home. Pope couldn’t help but smile back when you sat down next to him. You smelled like lavender and wore a striped romper, the colors reminding Pope of an Outer Banks sunset. 

“Mind if I sit here?” you asked, and Pope eagerly nodded. You sat down next to him, your backpack at your feet under the table that spread from one side of the lecture hall to the other. 

“I’m Pope,” he blurted suddenly, and you looked up, surprised. He smiled at you, trying to hide his awkwardness, but you didn’t seem to notice.

“Hey, I’m y/n,” you said, smiling back at him. You tucked your hair behind your ear before speaking again. “What’s your major?”

“Mortuary studies,” he responded, perhaps a little too brightly and enthusiastically. “What’s yours?”

“Oh, that’s really cool. I’m engineering physics,” she responded. “A bit more boring.”

Pope laughed. “Well, if it bores you to death, I might end up working with you,” he responded. In true Pope fashion, he regretted his words, wondering where they came from and halfway expecting a whap on the side of his head with JJ’s bunched-up baseball cap.

“Are you flirting with me, Pope?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. 

“I- uh-” he stammered, but you kept smiling at him. 

He never got the chance to respond before their professor walked into the classroom. Pope did his best to divert his attention towards his professor and the syllabus he was droning about, but it was hard with you sitting beside him.

The class felt like it stretched on for hours. 

Once it ended, everyone stood, including you from your spot beside him. Pope scrambled to gather his papers and shove them in his backpack, jerked back to reality. Just as he filed away his papers, he looked to see a torn-off piece of paper from the margin of a syllabus sitting in front of him.

By the time his mind registered what it was, you were already gone, filing out the door with the rest of the students. Pope picked up the piece of paper from the table, his eyes scanning your name and phone number, written in perfect printed handwriting.

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That night, Pope texted you.

It took a lot of urging from his roommate and a call to JJ for it to happen, but he did it. He sent Hey, it’s Pope Heyward from calc! :), opting for that rather than JJ’s suggestion of “hey sexy thing”. 

Hey Heyward! You replied a few minutes later, followed by a how’s it going?

Pope smiled in the light of his phone in the dark room, and his roommate whooped in excitement. He waited a few more minutes to text you back - he didn’t want to seem too excited.

Throughout the night and the next day, Pope couldn’t get you off his mind. He called JJ and Kiara, asking for advice. “Should I ask her out?” he confided the evening after he met you. 

“Bro, are you kidding me right now?” JJ’s voice came over the speakerphone. There was a grunt, followed by Kiara’s voice.

“Well, do you want to, Pope?” she asked, her voice calmer and more patient.

“What if it’s too soon?” he asked, losing all confidence. “It’s been not even two days, Kie.”

“She’s probably in the same boat as you!” she said from the other end of the line. “She’s probably new here and doesn’t have many friends. She probably sat next to you for a reason, Pope.”

Kiara’s words worked to calm Pope’s racing thoughts.

The next morning, in your 9:30 am calculus class, he asked the question.

“Do you want to have a study session?”

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That week’s study session turned into a regular thing. 

Pretty soon, they turned into study dates.

Two weeks into the semester, you made it official. Your personalities complimented each other to a T. You pushed him when he was hesitant, and he grounded you when you were worked up. 

One night, the week of midterms, Pope got a call from you in the middle of the night.

“Hey, y/n, what’s up?” he asked in a hushed voice, sliding from his lofted bed and slipping into the hallway. 

“Hey Heyward,” you said, in your customary greeting. “So I’m studying for my history final, right? And-”

Pope sat down on the floor of the dorm hallway, listening to you think, not caring that he only wore a pair of boxers. Listening to you talk, letting him exist in that moment with you, was a nice feeling. You were brilliant; Pope admired it, but was slightly jealous, and kind of annoyed.

He was struggling in calculus. It wasn’t something Pope had expected to happen, but it was. The class was fast paced, and he constantly found himself falling behind in notes and on practice problems. But you were a calculus whiz; Pope didn’t know how you managed to perfectly copy down the notes and fly through the practice problems with such confidence.

Their study dates were almost exclusively calculus based. You would help Pope until the early hours of the morning. One time, he offered his bed to you, when it became too late for it to be worth going to your own bed. Pope slept on the floor, thinking about how lucky he was.

The next night’s study date, you confided in Pope. You had him over, your roommate out for the weekend. 

“This philosophy, humanities shit? Can’t handle it,” you said, exasperated. 

“How? It’s so interesting,” Pope replied, shaking his head. “‘The Epic of Gilgamesh’ is a classic, y/n!”

“Why?” you complained. “It’s bland, I can’t read more than two pages at a time.”

That night, Pope walked you through the whole book. He didn’t even realize it was three in the morning until you had gotten through your study guide for your exam.

“Just stay here tonight,” you insisted. Pope nodded, and made sure his phone was charging before picking out a spot on the cream-colored throw rug that covered your floor.

“Is there a blanket I could borrow?” he asked, not noticing that you had scooted all the way towards the wall in your bed, leaving room for him.

“Sleep with me tonight?” you asked from your bed, smiling gently at him. Pope nodded, switching off the lights, before laying down on the mattress next to you.

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A week after that, Pope invited you home to the Outer Banks for a day.

You met his friends, and they took you surfing and then for an evening ride on the HMS Pogue to watch the sunset. 

Your head was laying in Pope’s lap. He found it odd, to be hanging out with his crew with a girlfriend. He listened while you and Kiara discussed the constellations and planets they could see in the sky last night. JJ laid next to them, his eyes trained on the sky, trying to follow their pointing fingers.

John B was sitting silently behind the steering wheel, his feet kicked up on the dash. At one point, he made eye contact with Pope, and flashed him a thumbs up and mouthed, I like her.

Pope couldn’t help but smile back at him before diverting his attention back to you. How the starlight reflecting off the water illuminated your face, and how you fit in so effortlessly with him and his friends.

“It’s like I’ve known you my whole life,” he murmured to you that night as they motored back towards the Chateau. 

“Well, close to it,” you said, laughing, but stopping once your eyes landed on Pope’s confused expression. “Wait… you don’t remember me?”

“What are you talking about?” Pope asked, his heart twisting, trying to fly out of his chest.

“Fifth grade. North Carolina state spelling bee.”

Your words brought back a flood of memories. Pope remembered the high school gymnasium in Raleigh. He sat in a sea of chairs, all empty except for a girl to his right. You and Pope had been even throughout the entirety of the spelling bee, and now, you were the last two standing.

“Pope Heyward,” the announcer had said. Pope stood, walked to the microphone, and found his parents in the audience. “Your word is ‘camouflage’.”

He took a shaky breath, audible in the microphone.

“C-A-M-O-F-L-”

The buzzer sounded, and Pope’s heart stopped.

“That is incorrect. Y/n y/l/n, you have a chance to steal. If you spell this word correctly, you will win the spelling bee. Your word is ‘camouflage’.”

You had stepped up to the microphone beside where Pope stood.

“Camouflage. C-A-M-O-U-F-L-A-G-E. Camouflage.”

“That is correct.”

Pope found it hard to believe that it was you. The same girl who beat him in the spelling bee in the fifth grade. Now, you smiled up at him, laughing, nestled in his lap on his favorite boat, in his favorite place, with his favorite friends. 

“I, uh… didn’t remember you,” he stammered.  “We were so young, how do you remember me?”

You laughed, and Pope was captivated by the way your eyes sparkled under the stars.

“Pope Heyward, how could I not remember you?”

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[nblesbianbenhanscom]

part two of my college benverly au. link to read it on ao3 in the reblog.

cw: transphobic/homophobic violence

***

Huffing a little, Ben rubs their face and looks out at the dark campus. There are still students milling about, but less now that the sun has gone down. Richie is supposed to be picking them up but he’d gotten a flat tire and has to wait for Stan and Eddie to help him because of course Richie does not know how to change a tire. Ben knows logically that they could call any of the other Losers but they feel bad because everyone has been so stressed. Midterms had been that week and they are all fucking exhausted. 

It doesn’t matter anyway. Ben can walk home; it’s warm enough and even though it’s dark, their dorm isn’t that far. They smile a little as they take off down the steps of the library. 

They walk down the path and listen to the sounds of other students laughing as they head to their various destinations. No one seems to care that Ben is walking alone.

When Ben gets to the dorms, they sigh. Bowers and his friends sitting out front and laughing loudly. They are clearly drunk and are harassing students as they go in and out.

Licking their lips, Ben wonders if they should call one of the Losers to come down, but then it doesn’t matter because someone spots them from the top of the steps.

“Hey, look, it’s the freak that kicked your ass last week!” someone says and laughs. Bowers looks around and spots Ben. They’d seen each other a few times since the fight, but their friends had kept them apart.

Ben is alone now and there is no one to save them from what is about to happen.

“Hey, dyke!” Bowers yells and his friends laugh.

Bristling, Ben adjusts their bag and starts up the steps as they try to ignore the people around them. Ben manages to get all the way up to the top of the steps before Bowers blocks their path.

“Uh uh, freak. Can’t go in till you pay us five bucks,” Bowers says.

“I’m not giving you any money. Get out of my way,” Ben growls.

Bowers laughs and Ben can smell the cheap beer wafting off his breath. “Then you’re not going in tonight.”

“Get out of my way, Bowers.”

“Make me!” Bowers challenges. He shoves at Ben’s shoulder and Ben glowers up at him.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Ben hisses. Everyone laughs.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Bowers mocks. He shoves harder. “What are you going to do about it, bitch?” Everyone laughs again.

Ben grabs Bowers’s shirt, pulls him close, and just glares. “You really want to fucking go again?”

Bowers just smiles, and in a low voice says,  “You lay a hand on me, and it’s over little girl.”

Blushing furiously, Ben clenches their fists harder. “I just want to go to my room. Just let me pass.”

Laughing loudly, Bowers just nods. “I’ll tell you what. You just give me a little kiss and-”

Panic floods Ben’s body as they slam their fist into Bowers’s stomach without any thought. They need to get away; they should not be here. Not now, not like this. Bowers folds in half and Ben tries to pull free, but two people grab Ben and hold tightly to Ben's upper arms. Their fingers dog so cruelly, and it fucking hurts.

“Fucking bitch!” Bowers yells when he catches his breath. “You’re going to regret that!” He stands up and watches as Ben struggles to get away.

Their heart is racing, sound is starting to get weird. They need to get out of there, break free and just run. Run anywhere but there.

Some people walk quickly behind Bowers as they pretend to not see. Tears flood Ben’s eyes. No one gives a fuck about what’s going on. All the people watching are just going to let this happen; they are going to let Bowers torture Ben.

Ben nearly pisses themself when Bowers pulls out a switchblade.

“Bowers, please,” Ben says, tears filling their eyes as they struggle against the hands holding them back.

Laughing cruelly, Bowers just laughs and advances on Ben, the blade out between them. He freezes at the sound of a cop siren.

“What the fuck is going on?” Someone yells as people begin to scatter. Ben looks down the steps and sees a campus police officer coming up the steps. “Henry! Let that kid go right fucking now!”

“Officer Anderson, this isn't what it looks like,” Henry says. The two guys holding Ben let them go and Ben rushes into the dorm. They are halfway to the elevator when someone grabs their hand.

“Let me go!” Ben screams and swings with their free hand before they register Bill is the one who grabbed them. Bill pulls back just in time to not get his face smashed in.

“S-Sorry, B-Ben,” Bill says. “A-Are you oh-ok?”

“I’m fine,” Ben lies. They both glance at the front of the dorms. “Who called the cops?”

“I c-called. I d-didn’t kn-know wuh-what else t-to do.” Bill’s stutter is so bad Ben is having trouble understanding him.

Ben looks at Bil. “Are you ok?”

“N-No. B-Ben y-you-” Bill stops and takes a deep breath. He holds his hand out and Ben takes it. They head to the elevator Bill is so upset he’s shaking but Ben just wants to put the whole thing behind them.

It’s all over and Ben wants to tell Bill they are fine, that nothing happened, that they would have been fine, but Ben just looks up at Bill who can’t seem to make eye contact with them.

Bill is close to tears. Ben just stares down at the floor unsure of what to say.

They go to their suite where Bev is working on homework in front of the TV. She smiles up at them but it quickly changes to a frown.

“What-” She starts.

“F-ucking B-Bowers-” Bill manages before Ben cuts him off.

“It’s fine. He was just pulling his usual shit,” Ben says as they let go of Bill’s hand.

“S-S-Stop s-saying th-at!” Bill yells. Ben sighs.

“What happened?” Bev asks.

“Nothing,” Ben says.

“I s-swear to g-awd, B-B-en, I’m guh-na p-punch you m-m-myself.”

“Did Bowers touch you?” Bev jumps to her feet.

“Oh my gawd! I’m fine!”

“If y- you’re s- s- so f-ine, wh- why are y- you sh- shaking?” Bill asks.

Ben frowns at him. They look down at their hands and their frown deepens when they realize that they are shaking. 

“I’m fine,” Ben says in a small voice.

Bev gets to her feet and comes over to Ben. In a soft voice she says, “Ok. Let’s go sit on the couch, yeah?” She holds out her hand and Ben takes it, swallowing hard.

“I’m fine,” Ben insists a little louder this time. Neither Bev or Bill argue, although Bill does let out an annoyed sigh. Ben follows Bev to the couch and lets her help pull off their backpack. Bill disappears and comes back with three cold water bottles. After handing over two for Ben and Bev, he sits on the floor in front of where they are sitting on the couch.

“I’m fine,” Ben says as they take a bottle. They take a small sip. Bill huffs and Bev squeezes his shoulder.

“We know, Benny. Can you drink a little more?” Bev asks. Sighing, Ben takes another drink before putting the cap on. They curl up on top of Bev, resting their head on her chest, and she strokes their back.

For the next twenty minutes Ben just sort of floats. They are tired and just want the night to be over, and they are just drifting off to sleep when the four other Losers come in together. They are all talking loudly, laughing and smiling. None of them have really looked at the others.

“Have you guys seen what’s going on outside?” Richie asks excitedly as he goes to the window. “Bowers is getting arrested! I wonder what happened.”

“Nothing!” Ben snaps. “Nothing fucking happened!” Ben gets up and rushes to the bathroom. After slamming the door and locking it, Ben doesn’t bother with the lights, just curls up in the empty tub and pulls their knees up to their chest as they try to not cry.

“Ben, honey,” Bev calls through the door. “Baby.”

Ben doesn’t say anything. Bev tries the knob and sighs. Ben listens as she leans heavily against the door and slides down to the floor. They want to get up and go to her, but no matter how many times they tell themself to get up, they just stay curled up in the tub.

The others quietly talk on the other side of the door. Ben doesn’t need to hear them to know they are talking about Ben. Sucking in a shaky breath, Ben shoves their face into their knees.

After a bit Stan knocks on the door. “Ben? Can you let one of us in? We just want to make sure you’re ok.”

Ben doesn’t move or make a sound.

“Ben, please say something,” Stan says, but Ben just ignores him.

A few minutes later Ben hears Stan fiddling with the door. When it opens, Ben just pulls the shower curtain closed like it would protect them from their friends. Bev comes in a minute later and sits on the toilet.

“We don’t have to talk about it, but can you come lay in the front room with us?” Bev asks.

“‘M fine,” Ben mumbles.

“I know, I know honey, but won’t you be more comfortable out there?” Bev asks.

Sighing, Ben shrugs. “I’m tired.”

“Would you rather just go to bed then?” Bev asks.

Ben considers this for a moment and lets out another breath. “Not really.”

“Do you want to come out when the pizza gets here and the blanket fort is all set up?”

Lifting their head a little, Ben whispers, “Blanket fort?”

“Yeah. The others are just about done,” Bev says. “Do you want to come join us?”

“No one’s going to make me talk?” Ben asks.

“Nope. You can just lay down with us and we’ll watch Disney movies and just relax.”

After thinking about it for a minute, Ben licks their lips and sighs. “Yeah, ok. I’ll come out when the fort is up.”

Bev lets out a sigh of relief. “Do you want me to get you some pajamas?”

“Sure.”

“Ok. I’ll be right back.” Bev leaves and comes back in a few minutes later. She flicks the light on and closes the door while Ben blinks at the sudden brightness.

They stand up and pull back the shower curtain. Bev smiles at them and Ben gives her a big hug before tugging out of their clothes. Ben’s finally starting to feel better until they pull off their shirt and see the beginnings of bruises on their upper arms where Bowers’s friends had held them.

Ben bursts into tears, and Bev pulls them close, holding them gently while Ben just clings to her. Bev rubs their back, kisses their hair, and just lets them cry until they are empty. Ben just leans into Bev for several minutes while they just breathe.

When they finally stand up, Bev hands Ben some toilet paper and Ben blows their nose. They look down at the bruising.

“When those guys grabbed me, I was so scared and angry. Then Bowers pulled out a knife and I-”

“He what?!” Bev asks. She looks at Ben looking for any signs of blood.

“The cops came before- Cause Bill-” Ben takes a deep breath. "The whole thing only lasted a few minutes, but…" They take a deep breath. "Is Bill ok? He must have seen everything.”

Bev licks her lips. “He’s a little shaken up, but I think he’s going to be ok. He’s more worried about you.”

Ben opens their mouth to say that they are fine but stops at the last minute.

Because they aren’t. They can't remember a time in their life that they had been more scared.

Taking a deep breath, Ben lets it out slowly and finishes changing.

“Hey, Bev?” Ben asks as she goes to open the door.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you get me a hoodie? I don’t want the others to see.” They look down at their arms where their short sleeves don’t quite cover the bruising.

“Absolutely, be right back.”

Bev gets them a hoodie, and then they go out to the others. They are just finishing up, but Bill’s already curled up under some blankets, playing on his phone. Ben lays down next to him, pushing into his space. Without looking up, Bill wraps an arm around Ben’s shoulders and pulls them close. As soon as Bill is done doing whatever he’d been doing on his phone, he shoves his face into Ben’s neck and neither of them say anything for a long time.

“Hey, Bill?” Ben asks after a while.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“Mmm.”

“And I’m sorry.”

“Hmm?”

“For saying I was fine.”

“Mmm…” Bill sighs. “It’s ok. I w-was juh-st s-so sc-scared.”

“Me too. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t-”

Bill cuts them off with a tight squeeze. “You d-don’t have t-to worry ab-about that. It w-won’t ever ha-happen again.”

Ben wants to argue, but then the pizza arrives, and their conversation is cut short. Eddie gets paper plates and paper towels while Richie hands out cans of soda. They all get settled. Ben is smooshed comfortably in between Bev and Bill.

They all eat too much pizza while they watch Ratatouille and Richie talks in a terrible French accent for the rest of the night. When the movie is over, Stan puts on The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. Everyone breaks off into separate conversations, but Ben just curls up and rests in Bill’s arms.

Ben can’t even imagine what it must have been like to walk up and find Ben like that. If roles had been reversed Ben would have lost it. Just absolutely lost it. Ben squeezes Bill who just rubs their back.

When Bev curls up behind Ben, pushing them into Bill, Ben knows they are all sleeping in the front room.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Ben says as they try to shrug Bev off. She whines a little, and Ben kisses her nose. “I’ll be right back. I just have to pee.” They both laugh.

Ben gets up and stumbles to the bathroom. After using the toilet, Ben washes their hands and brushes their teeth before heading back out to the others. Mike is curled up beside Bill and they are talking quietly.

When Ben comes back, Bill kisses Mike before rolling onto his back so he can pull Ben close. Ben settles into Bill's arms and sighs as Bev scoots up behind Ben. She wraps her arms around them and lets out a deep breath.

"Love you," Bev mumbles.

Ben squeezes her hand. The others are whispering quietly to each other and Ben just lays there listening to them and the sound of Bill's heartbeat.

It is so steady, so solid. Just like Bill.

Taking a deep breath, Ben closes their eyes. They are a little warm but they don't want to take off the hoodie, they don't want the others to see their arms. It's all too much, and Ben knows they are already worried; they don't want to add more.

Ben listens as their friends around them fall asleep one by one until only Ben is awake. Ben wants to sleep but they are too keyed up, so they just doze for a long time.

When they do manage to get to sleep, they have horrible nightmares. They dream of hands and fists and knives, and they wake up crying. Each time Bev and Bill are there to help calm them down.

The next day, Ben just sort of floats along, there but not really there. Bev convinces Ben to take a shower and they go out to breakfast with Bill and Mike. They’d invited the others, but they had just waved them off, none of them wanting to be awake before noon on a Saturday.

As they walk to the car, they hear people talking about the night before. There are so many rumors flying around that it makes Ben feel a little queasy. Apparently the police are looking for Ben, but Ben ignores the stares. The police know where they are. If the police want to find Ben, they will.

Walking out the door to the parking lot is hard. Ben holds their breath until they get in Bill's car.

When they get to the diner, Ben hunches low in the booth next to Bev, and while they logically know that no one is looking at them, they still feel like people are staring. They stay quiet, but do feel a little better after eating a large stack of pancakes and some bacon.

On the way home, Ben feels their chest start to freeze up the closer they get to the dorm. They cling tightly to Bev's hand. All they can see are the leering faces, all they can feel are the gripping hands on their shoulders. Ben still can't quite believe that some people had just walked by, that they hadn't stopped to help.

After they park, Ben stays frozen in their seat even as the others get out.

When Bev realises Ben isn't with them, she goes back to sit with Ben and she just talks about nothing for a long time. Eventually Ben leans over and puts their head in her lap. She keeps talking and begins to stroke Ben's hair.

Slowly, Ben lets themself unwind. They are safe in the arms of their partner and that's all that matters. Eventually Ben falls asleep, and manages to get a few hours in. There are still nightmares, but in the daylight they aren't quite as bad.

When they wake up, Bev takes them in the side door that Ben had forgotten about the night before. The others are all hanging out in the blanket fort playing Mario Kart 8. They shift to make room for Ben and Bev. Ben leans back on Bev's chest and pulls her arms around them sighing deeply.

After the race is over, Bill looks at Ben over his shoulder. "You wanna p- play?"

Ben shakes their head. "Nah, I'm ok with just watching, but thank you." Bill nods once and turns back around.

After kissing the space between Ben's neck and their shoulder, Bev murmurs, "You still tired?"

Shrugging, Ben squeezes her hand. "A little, but I'm tired of sleeping." Ben never really likes to sleep, and they really hate it the night after having nightmares. Bev kisses their neck again. 

"Love you, baby," she says.

"Love you, too." Ben turns their attention back to the screen and watches as their friends play. They aren't sure what the days following would bring, but they know they are not alone, and in that moment, it is enough.

[stefciastark]

Stuck Under A Building ~ Webpril Day 4

A/N: Peter begins to dig his way out with the help of Tony, who hopes like hell F.R.I.D.A.Y hasn't miscalculated anything. Otherwise, both Peter and Ned's lives may be at stake.

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The dust had already settled by the time Peter returned to consciousness. Not yet ready to open his eyes, he instead took mental inventory of each of his limbs, and he had to swallow back his panic when he couldn’t move his right leg without white hot pain licking its way up to his knee. In that moment, he made the decision to force his eyes open, hoping like hell that he wouldn’t be greeted with some sort of compound fracture or something else disgusting. Peter considered himself anything but squeamish, but he’d seen more than his fair share of gruesome injuries that he could very much do without at that very moment.

He found the offending object quickly; a large boulder the size of a washing machine – yet at least twice as heavy – sandwiched from halfway up his shin to his ankle. Mentally counting to three, he braced himself for the pain as he gave his leg another tug. He groaned through clenched teeth, clenching his eyes shut at the feeling of bone grinding on bone. Yep, definitely broken.

There was also a secondary problem he had just identified – the surrounding rocks had shifted in response to the movement of the one pinning him down. Peter watched with bated breath as a few stones the shape and size of watermelons tumbled down from the top of the pile and narrowly missed Ned, who still lay unconscious and prone on the ground beside him. His backpack lay just behind Ned, situated near what remained of the steel support pillar. If Peter remembered correctly, that meant that they were stuck in the middle-left portion of the cave. If he could get to the suit, he could get to help.

This would be the most high-stakes game of Pick-Up Sticks he’d ever played.

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Tony had received a notification about Peter’s suit, and as much as he’d later hate to admit it, he had passed it off as unimportant as it initially came through his systems. Tony was in the process of finalising the last of the data transfers to his new lab in the Avengers headquarters that had been relocated to upstate New York. Terabytes didn’t even begin to cover the quantity of files he had left to integrate into the new systems, but he had to start somewhere. 

The hard drive had now begun to transfer the new blueprints for the latest Spiderman suit upgrades Tony had started prototyping. Peter was a keen kid; he was passionate and excitable, but frankly the sheer amount of voice messages he left was bordering on a violation of privacy. As Tony scrolled through the massive folder on Peter’s latest web-formulas he’d devised, the regular ‘Peter’ blip that appeared on his radar had suddenly faded into nothing, prompting advisory from F.R.I.D.A.Y. 

According to his A.I, Peter’s whereabouts had last been defined as being circa upstate New Jersey, close to - if not within - the Sterling Hill Mining Museum. F.R.I.D.A.Y further informed Tony that that particular area sat right near the Ramapo fault line, where seismic activity had recently been detected. 

Without hesitation, Tony set each foot in front of him deliberately, finally shrouding himself in his latest nanotech development: The Mark…whatever the hell. It was fast approaching the seventies and Tony had long since lost count. 

The built-in stabilisers in the suit prevented Tony from feeling the G-Force he would otherwise be subject to as he catapulted towards northern New Jersey. He’d asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to inform him if any changes occurred regarding Peter’s whereabouts, however his radar remained silent apart from where the calculations told him Peter’s last known location was. 

Completely removed now from the dense concrete jungle, Tony reached his final destination just outside of the Mining Museum. It may have been a long shot, but there was no way in hell Tony was leaving a single stone unturned.

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Peter had nearly managed to sling his pinkie finger around the inside of his mask that was sitting inconveniently just past the middle of his backpack. If Ned’s life hadn’t been at a perpetual state of risk from a catastrophic cave in, Peter would have simply yanked his leg free long ago and dealt with whatever consequence, but when it was a life other than his own, he found himself unable to act irresponsibly, instead finding himself performing ‘babysitter’ duties whilst pinned underneath a rock half the size of his apartment fridge. 

Simultaneously extending his left arm once more as he gently shifted his leg just a fraction from beneath the boulder, he silently cheered as he managed to get a concrete hold on his mask. If anything, if he were lucky, he would be able to contact Mr Stark and work on getting them both out of here. 

Pulling the mask over his face, he heard Karen’s calming voice as whatever systems were available initialised. He assumed he had a concussion at that point, as barely anything she said was properly registering for him, and simply went in one ear and out of the other.

“Communications are now online,” Karen hummed, and Peter sighed with relief. What he didn’t expect, however, was the almost instantaneous interception of Mr Stark’s voice through the comms. 

“I leave you alone for five minutes...what the hell happened, kid?” 

Peter grinned from within the mask. He knew he was safe. Tony Stark had come to get him, and everything would be alright. Ned would be left unscathed and before he knew it, it’d all be a distant memory. “We were on a field trip, and all the rocks were really cool, and then suddenly the ground started shaking, the cave collapsed, and now I’m stuck in here with Ned who’s unconscious, by the way, and - “ 

“Take a breather, kid. Just sit back for a minute, F.R.I.D.A.Y’s pulling up a map of the mine. We’ll get you out of there, try not to move too much, okay?” Tony’s eyes shifted over the heads-up display, taking in the various patterns of disarray with Peter and Ned laying in the epicentre. He narrowed his eyes as progressively more shapes on the close-proximity radar turned a bright shade of red. These boulders couldn’t be moved unless Peter wanted to put the lives of himself and Ned in immediate danger. It was time to change games and play Tetris, but this time lives were at stake. 

“I need you to listen to me, Peter. There’s a rock to your right. Do you see it? I need you to wedge that just under where that boulder on your leg is sitting.” 

Peter wasn’t about to question how Tony had gotten there in such a short amount of time, or how he knew about the offending boulder atop his ankle. Following Tony’s instructions, he shifted the stone next to him, and was able to use it like an ‘a la natural’ forklift to shift the stone from above him. He pulled his leg out as fast as he could in the fear that the rocks above him would crash down upon him - but this time more catastrophically. Ned still hadn’t come to, and Peter was becoming increasingly concerned for his friend’s wellbeing. “Okay Mr Stark, I’m out. But Ned, he’s still not waking up, I don’t know what - “ 

“One thing at a time. Now, I want you to -”

Peter didn’t register what was being said to him, instead taken over by the sheer sense of dread as he fully realised the proximity of the rocks sitting around him, trapping him on all sides. As if that weren’t a big enough concern, one millimetre of uncalculated movement could cause a cataclysmic cave in that - if Peter lived - he didn’t want on his conscience. 

F.R.I.D.A.Y displayed the increased pace of Peter’s heart rate, and the decreased oxygen saturation in his blood. Shit. “Peter, I need you to listen to me. You can panic when this is over, believe me, but right now you need to get out. There’s a small rock to your left that’s shaped like the Kmart version of Cap’s shield. Nudge that out of the way for me.” 

Crushing his fear down as far as he could, Peter rapidly identified the frisbee-shaped stone diagonally to his right. “B-but Mr Stark, that’s right underneath a massive pile of rocks…” 

“Think of this like…” Tony rummaged in his brain for a moment, warring with the part of him that craved a blunt and harsh approach to the situation. He knew that would only cause Peter to stress more than he already was, so he opted for the approach that was as calm and collected as he could muster despite the situation. “What’s that game you showed me last week, kid? The one with the wooden blocks?” 

“Jenga?”

“That’s the one. Sometimes stuff’s gotta fall down before you can stack it up again. Don’t worry, F.R.I.D.A.Y’s got your back.” Tony worried at his bottom lip, hoping like hell F.R.I.D.A.Y hadn’t made some critical mistake in her calculations. He was purely relying on her to get Peter out of there. From where he was standing in the sole connecting tunnel that would lead to freedom, all he could see was rocks, rocks, and more goddamn rocks. As much as he would love to tear them from where they were positioned to get to the kid - his kid - he knew that any rash mistake on his part would end with more than one life haunting him until the day he died. 

And so a game of Jenga they played, Peter pulling stones from one location and sliding them to become the new support structures for other smaller micro-towers. The space around him began to expand, and with it, Peter felt as if there were more breathable oxygen seeping in through the cracks between the stones, and he wasn’t sure if he was imagining a gust of wind blustering in from where he guessed the tunnel’s entrance was. He had no idea how long they’d been reshuffling the contents of the cave, but Peter could almost stand completely upright and walk about twenty feet to his right and left. 

“Alright, now this one’s gonna be a doozy. There’s a small pocket in front of that big boulder over there. Just give it a good kick.” From what Tony could see on his monitors, the moment that large rock moved, he would be free to blast the remaining stones and drag the kids out of there, no matter how many pieces they were in. 

Peter knew this would be painful. It meant one of two things: he’d have to do the kicking with the leg his busted ankle was attached to, or he’d have to put all his weight on that limb while he did the deed with his good leg. Either way, he was prepared for it to suck. Choosing the latter and supporting himself partially on one of the larger boulders to his right, he brought his left knee to a right angle before pushing out with as much force as he could muster.

Tony first heard and then saw the shifting of the obstructions before him, the remaining fragments tumbling from the top until they sat in almost neat little piles below their larger counterparts. 

Finally overwhelmed with exhaustion, pain, and the intensity of the last (at least) hour, Peter lowered himself onto the ground beneath him, only vaguely hearing metal scraping on stone, and the vibrations in the ground as Tony completed the last of the puzzle. 

As he felt himself losing grip on awareness, he only just felt himself being gently lifted. At long last, feeling safe in the arms of the man he considered to be his father, he let himself drift off into the realms of unconsciousness.

A/N: Finally he's out! Peter and Tony will definitely be having a conversation about it on Day 6, so make sure you stick around for the conclusion to this little short story. I hope you've all enjoyed it so far xx

[levi-ackerman-rp]

Levi Headcanon- NSFW Alphabet.

Inspired by @fairy-tail-babes (sorry lovely, had no idea!)

Warning the following contains explicit/graphic content not suitable for anyone under 18.

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

This differs very much depending on the session that you have had. Though one thing that is always consistent is the clean up. He hates mess, and though bodily fluids doesn't bother him as much as dirt, grease and mould etc, it is still unpleasant for him. Regardless of how exhausted you are, he will force you to clean up, often sharing a shower with you and more than happy to help wash you down while kissing your back and whispering soft words to you. If you have had a particularly rough or intense session, expect a lot of love to follow, playing with your hair, kissing and cuddling and tending to any marks he may have left... before he forces you to move so he can change the sheets. Cuddling afterwards is not optional. He will stay with you until you fall asleep and then make his way to his office to finish work. Or, very rarely, will doze off with you.

B= Body part (their fave body part of theirs and also their partners)

Levi absolutely loves your legs. He is not much of a boob man, definitely more of an ass guy, but he goes weak at the knees for a sexy set of legs. He likes the way they look in uniform, and loves how they look out of it. There's something about the way he fits between your legs and the way they wrap tightly around him that he finds incredibly sexy. But nothing quite beats the way they quiver against his head when he's going down on you.

Levi is indifferent when it concerns his own body. He acknowledges that he is surrounded by countless men who may or may not possess a body equal to his own. But if he had to choose a favourite body part it would be his abdomen. It has absolutely nothing to do with his muscles, he is not blind, and can recognise that other men are taller, broader or more ripped than him. It is more to do with the fact that he didn't realise how sensitive this area of his body was until he met you. The way your fingers glide down his body, nails teasing the skin beneath makes him shiver everytime. The gentle kisses or playful nips makes his insides churn in the most delicious ways. And he loves it when you pull him closer by the waist.

C= Cum (anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Levi is certainly not afraid to get down and dirty between the sheets. Though he will not sit there and lie in the mess that has been made during your trysts, he is not put off by it at the time. Bodily fluids are less disgusting to him than other forms of dirt, and frankly, he finds nothing disgusting about his body or yours. He loves it when you swallow what he gives you, delighting in the needy moans you make, like you have been hungry for it for weeks. When he is feeling particularly dominant, you won't have a say. He will grip your hair and hold you in place until you fulfil his wishes and lick him clean. He also thoroughly enjoys cuming on you, whether it be your face, chest, stomach, ass or back. He likes to leave his mark on you, even if he is eager to clean you up afterwards.

And obviously, he is happy to indulge you. He is at his most unrestrained when he is fucking you senseless or eating you out and does not hold back. He loves when he slides his hand between your legs and finds that you are already slick for him, though he will tease you about it, he secretly loves that he has such an affect on you. He will often use your own juices to coat his cock before fucking you and absolutely loves the way you taste.

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

Levi secretly wonders what it would be like to be submissive. It has never crossed his mind before, but he sees how much you enjoy it and can't help but wonder what it would feel like. One night he broached the subject with you, and your eyes lit up like a fucking god damn Christmas tree. He instantly knew he was going to regret ever bringing this up.

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

Levi has very little experience, well at least that was the case before he met you. But he is a quick learner and eager to please. He is incredibly perceptive, attentive to your reactions during sex and quickly learns exactly what you like and how to make you come undone. Though even when he was inexperienced he never failed to satisfy. Levi is a determined man, and is not easily deterred, more than willing to keep going until he was certain you were completely satisfied.

F= Favourite position

Levi finds it difficult to pick one position that he favours the most as it very much depends on the mood at the time. Some times he craves the intimacy, and wants to be able to kiss you and press as much of his body to you as he possibly can. Other nights he wants to bend you over and fuck you hard and fast. A good go to for him, is the 'G-Whizz' where your legs rest on his shoulders as he fucks you. Not only does this allow for deep penetration, but he is able to watch your reactions to tell when you're close to orgasm. His hands are also free to tangle in your hair, stroke your face, squeeze your throat, or pinch your nipples.

Other positions he likes include the 'downward dog', and the 'lapdance.' He will sometimes turn you around in this position so he can pull your hair or play with your clit while fucking you. He is a strong man, so he also has no qualms with hoisting you up and fucking you standing up. On very rare occasions he will let you ride him cowgirl/reverse cowgirl style. Though he is a power bottom and will often push you forward when in the reverse position halfway through and take over.

G= Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Levi tends to be serious. Especially at first. You need to understand that it takes a lot for Levi to open up and share his more vulnerable side. It's a big deal for him, so jokes will not go down well. And if you try, he will find a way to shut you up. Whether it be fucking you so hard you can't focus or hissing out an angry 'Shut up' while covering your mouth. However, when he is more comfortable, he will not be afraid to tease you. His mouth is filthy at the best of times, and that doesn't change when you are in bed. Don't attempt to tease him back though...

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

Being the clean freak he is, you can bet he takes extreme care of himself. He is not particularly hairy anyway, but likes to ensure he is smooth all over. He feels gross if he isn't able to keep on top of it. He also prefers his partner the same way, though he would never outright order it.

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

When Levi is really feeling the moment, he is incredibly, deceptively intimate. The night before an expedition, tends to bring out the softer side to Levi. He fucks you so slowly and tenderly, a sharp contrast to his usual rough and demanding pace. He will entwine his fingers with yours and whisper words of love and adoration in your ear for hours, kissing your skin and enjoying you thoroughly, as if it's the last time he will ever get to hold you like this. The night after an expedition, when you are both safe back at base, he just wants to hold you close and remind you both you’re still alive and have each other. He likes to give you exactly what you deserve and feel a real connection to you.

On a day to day basis though, his affections are much more diluted. He will kiss and cuddle with you and caress you. Not every session with Levi is demanding and rough, though even on the nights where he is taking his time, it is equally as intense. The level of intimacy relies heavily on Levi's mood, as with many things, but he is never cold or uncaring with you. He gives you his full attention every time.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Levi doesn't masturbate. It's not that he never has, but he doesn't anymore. He doesn't need to anymore since being with you. He doesn't see the point in maturbating when he can just wait until you are free. He has a high level of self control, and isn't a teenage boy, unable to control himself. He would much prefer to wait out his frustration and unleash on you later.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Levi's main kink is BDSM and all that comes along with it. He would never dream of doing something that you don't consent to, and his attentiveness certainly comes in handy here. He loves the feeling of being in control, and loves it even more that you trust him so explicitly. Calling him Sir or Captain is just as hot to him as you moaning his name. Safe words are a must, and if you are gagged, he will give you something to hold, instructing you to drop it immediately if you want to stop. He loves to tie you up and have you completely at his mercy. Impact play, sensation play, gagging, breath play. It's all good as long as it's good for the both of you. He constantly checks in with you, leaning close and whispering 'Are you okay?' In your ear.

He has got no problem dragging these times out and making you beg and scream and cry for release. But don't you dare cum without his permission. He knows your limits, and though he sometimes pushes your boundaries, he never, ever oversteps. He is not particularly fond of degradation, but will comply if it is what you want. And despite him not really liking it, he is very fucking good at it. That filthy mouth...

L=Location (favourite places to do the do)

Levi sees nothing wrong with fucking you in the bedroom. It is comfortable, private and clean. However he also doesn't mind taking advantage in his shower either. It's convenient.

He is not into PDA, so anything public is usually out of the question. Though he has been convinced on a couple of occasions to fuck you somewhere semi-public. Against a tree, on the roof... he tries to keep it out of his office, not wanting to mix work and pleasure, but sometimes, he will snap. Levi has a lot of self control, but even he has his breaking points. He absolutely will not fuck you anywhere dirty or in plain sight.

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

This will depend again on his mood. He loves the confidence you have, and when he is in a good mood, nothing will get him going more than for you to just walk upto him, wrap your arms around him and tell him exactly what you want and how badly you want it. If he is stressed though, it takes a bit more work, but he is susceptible to touches and whispers in his ear. He likes to know that you want him as much as he wants you, and sometimes he will play hard to get just to hear more, especially if you have came to him at a bad time. But knowing how desperate you are for him turns him on no end and he knows he will give in eventually, once he has made you work for it.

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

Levi likes to please and is open to most things. He will give most things a try, even if he doesn't see the appeal or thinks it is pointless. Anything public, such as sex in public or humiliation is out of the question, and he draws the line at inflicting excessive pain and knows exactly where to draw the line. He is also not a fan of roleplay and outfits as he just can't take it seriously. However, sexy lingerie is perfectly safe.

Spitting is also a hard limit, unless it's on his dick.

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

Most of the time when receiving oral, Levi is pretty rough and demanding. He likes to control the pace himself, and even if he starts off by gently guiding you, he soon loses his cool and will grip your hair or chin and fuck your face recklessly. He loves it when you gag around him and you maintain eye contact while swallowing him down. He also enjoys seeing his cum paint the inside of your mouth, always commenting on how filthy you are, though obviously he doesn't mean it. He usually ties you up for the occassion. Though he is rough and unrelenting, he makes sure to give you plenty of breathing opportunities. Partly for your benefit, partly because he wants to draw it out. Unless you come to him while he is working. He loves these times just as much. When you walk into his office and drop to your knees for him and silently show him just how much you want him.

However, he tends to prefer giving oral than receiving. Levi is quite selfless, and absolutely loves to hear your sounds of satisfaction, knowing that he is the one ripping them from you. He is skilled, and can bring you to the edge in a matter of minutes, though he rarely let's you cum straight away, and will quite happily edge you for hours. He wants you begging and pleading for it. Wants you squirming and practically grinding your pussy on his face before he finally gives you what you want. You taste fucking good so he rarely stops at just one round. Expect multiple orgasms when he is feeling this generous. He loves feeling your thighs twitch around his face, hearing the praise fall from your lips and fingers tug on his hair. But get too rough with him and he will not hesitate to deliver a sharp slap to those beautiful thighs.

P= Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Levi can do either, and do them very well. You never know what you're getting yourself in for unless it has been made quite clear throughout the day. If he has been extra loving, you can pretty much guarantee a sensual and intense evening of passion. If you have been teasing him all day, expect a solid pounding. He is predominantly more fast, rough and vigorous, but has been known to surprise you on occasions.

Q= Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Levi is not a fan of quickies. He doesn't see the need of them. As stated before he likes to take his time and draw things out, he likes to thoroughly enjoy you, and he can't do that in ten minutes. He would much rather wait and pick you a part piece by piece. If you are being particularly persistent, he will have you sit on the edge of his desk with your legs spread wide while he fingers you, whispering all sorts of sinful things in your ear. But you had better finish fast. His time is precious, and if he is busy, he has got no qualms sending you on your way before you cum.

He will make it up to you later though. Several times over.

But actual quickies are exceedingly rare.

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

Levi is generally open to experiment with you, though it does depend. He likes to talk about ideas first, and won't be too happy if you spring something unexpected on him. He also won't be willing to try something new if he has had a particularly rough day. In terms of risk, he is calculated and logical. He will rarely take a risk, although, if it is something you are really, really into he may be persuaded, if you catch him at the right time.

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

Levi is a man with inexhaustible stamina. Very much the kind of guy who will fight all day and fuck all night. Though he doesn't necessarily feel the need to fuck you very often, when he does, it is pretty much impossible to ignore. And he makes sure you know it too. He will exhaust you in the best ways possible. But he knows your limits, and will stop when you need him to. He is also not a selfish lover, so is more than happy to keep you cuming with his tongue and fingers for a few rounds. He also likes to break up a round with a lot of foreplay and kisses. Once you've both finished, he will kiss you and cuddle you and tease you, working you back into a frenzied state before fucking you again.

And if your sex drive is higher than his, he will happily indulge you in anyway you desire. It doesn't take long for him to get worked up. Even if he wasn't in the mood before he saw you, a few choice words and touches in the right places will certainly change his mind.

T= Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner of themselves?)

Levi is open to the idea of you having toys and if you beg him enough, he might indulge you and buy you a couple. But he will be the one to use them on you first. He thoroughly enjoys tying you to the bed and having his way with you, and using a toy on you is just as exhilarating. He loves to watch your body arch and tremble and the vibrations are a great way to get you over stimulated. Whether he is fucking you with it while his lips are wrapped around your clit or fucking you while the vibrator teases you he doesn't care. Both work for him.

But he has his rules. If you ever want to use your toy without him, you need his permission. He secretly likes it when you go to his office begging for release, even if he pretends he doesn't and gives you a hard time about it. More often than not, he will tell you no and to go back to bed... and then will make you wait ten minutes before joining you and giving you exactly what you want himself.

U= Unfair (how much do they like to tease)

Levi has amazing patience and self control so it’s no surprise he’s into a lot of overstimulation and edging. Absolute tease. He loves to watch you get worked up. He will kiss and touch you in such a way it will leave you soaked before he even gets to the good stuff. He’ll edge you until you’re sobbing and then just as it gets too much, he’ll make you cum so hard you end up squirting everywhere. He knows your limits, so even if you're begging for release, chances are he isn't going to give in if he knows he can push you further, especially if you have been naughty. He loves how desperate you get for him, how you practically throw your self respect away and become a quivering mess in his hands. He is strong enough to hold you down and force orgasm after orgasm from you, no matter how much you beg him to stop. And he will always taunt you.

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

Levi is not particularly vocal. His noises tend to be more restrained, gasps, pants and soft groans here and there. But he can talk dirty for days. He knows exactly what to say and how to say it to make you weak at the knees and will happily use this against you. Lots of cursing, filth and praise all in equal measures. And he loves to hear the noises you make. Don't even try to muffle them, because he will know, and he will act accordingly to ensure you break.

W= Wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Levi likes to leave his marks on you in visible places. He may not be willing to make it known you're his in public by kissing you or holding your hand, but leaving his mark is his way of making sure everyone knows you are off limits. He can be possessive when his jealousy is incited, which is incredibly rare as he trusts you completely and is confident enough in himself to know nothing would ever happen. But once in a blue moon he will go all out and litter your neck with purple and red marks. Just to be sure.

X=X-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Considering his height, Levi has an impressive dick. He is by no means huge, just slightly above average. His skin is smooth and creamy with a slightly flushed light pink tip.

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

As previously mentioned, Levi's sex drive is below average, but he is also not a selfish man. He is more than happy to cater to your needs should you have a higher sex drive than him, and is more than capable in keeping up. He has always been busy and his past has forced him to view sex differently than most men. However, when he finally opens up and realises it's not all bad, his sex drive will increase slightly.

Z= ZZZ (…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This again will depend on Levi's mood. If he has had a particularly rough day, and is tired or has no work left to do, he will lie with you and cuddle you until you fall asleep, and then follow suit about ten minutes later. If he isn't tired, or has things to do, he will still cuddle you until you're asleep and then kiss you before leaving to finish his work. He likes to make sure you are comfortable, safe and warm before leaving, and only ever goes to the office adjoining his bedroom so he is close by if you need him. He loves how peaceful you look when you're asleep.

[waejinyoung]

Can’t Swim - EP . 7

word count: 4.3k+

a/n: hehe, hate me all you want but i’ve been having so much fun with this series. i hope the same goes for you guys. i haven’t heard much from you guys feedback-wise so i hope it’s because the content im putting out is fun to read. enjoy!

warnings: swearing, a lil saucy at the end, pretty much it

EP . 1 , EP . 2 , EP . 3 , EP . 4 , EP . 5 , EP . 6 , EP . 7 , EP . 8

Was this doctor joking? How could there be good news next to this sort of bad news?

Tuesday Morning 

“Doc, what good news do you have?”

“… for 2 months.” The doctor finished her sentence.

You let out all the air you had held since the doctor had announced that Jinyoung wouldn’t be able to sing. You held your heart and felt a little lightheaded and crashed back onto the bed. She did you dirty.

“Miss, are you okay?” The doctor dropped Jinyoung’s records to aside and rushed to you. 

Your heart rate skyrocketed before the doctor mentioned that he won’t be able to sing momentarily rather than permanently.

“I’m fine. Maybe finish your sentence quicker. I thought it was permanent that he won’t be able to sing until you mentioned 2 months.”

“I apologise Miss. Here’s a glass of water.” The doctor gave you a glass of water and you turned your attention back on to Jinyoung. He had also left a sigh of relief.

“D-doc. Until then what will happen?”

“Routine scans to check your recovery rate. Our recommendations now are to speak as less as possible, in a couple weeks time we’ll have you back on food and liquids.”

You smiled hearing that they’ll be a happy ending at the end of the dark corridor. You looked at Jinyoung with glee but remembered you had to change for work.

“I’ll celebrate in a second. I need to get changed!” You legged it to the bathroom to change and the doctor and Jinyoung let out a chuckle because of your obvious excitement towards the good news.

THIRD PERSON POV

“Your girlfriend is so supportive.” The doctor commented after Y/N had entered the bathroom.

“G-girlfriend?” Jinyoung sat upright in his bed.

“Oh, I apologise Mr Park. I just thought Miss was someone of that status. Sorry for assuming.”

“It’s fine, Doc. You’re c-close anyways. Soon-to-be girlfriend I-I hope.”

“Ahhh,” The doctor chuckled, “I hope she accepts.”

“Me t-too.”

Y/N’S POV

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Hair out from your twisted bun, lovely curls were achieved. You straightened your cropped cream blazer and fixed your lace top on the inside. You tightened you waist belt and then realised your heels were outside. Brushed your teeth with your belongings Mona brought in and then you were out.

“Me t-too.”

Jinyoung and the doctor looked at you as you were out.

“What?” They both looked at you without saying a word a bit too long.

“You l-look…”

Jinyoung started.

“… Like a mess. I know” You placed your feet in your black stilettos and looked back at the both of them and they were still staring.

“Now what?”

“Miss. You look really classy and elegant… if that’s your definition of a mess.”

“Good one, d-doc. You l-look great Y/N.”

“Hmph… Thank you for your compliments. I need to get to work as you can see I’m already running late. Doc, he’s all yours. Well, not all but you get what I mean. Jinyoung,“ You checked phone to see if Mark had replied to your morning message and he had, “Mark will be here in 10 minutes. I’ll be back in the afternoon. Anything you want that I can bring-“

“Pause. My b-brain doesn’t register that quick.”

“Mark will be here soon. I’ll be back in the afternoon. That’s all you need to know.” You said much slower.

“Great.”

“Ring me if anything happens. Same goes for you, doctor. Bye~” You rushed out the room smiling and went to the garage of the hospital. Like Mona had said, your car was parked near the exit and you were off to work.

JINYOUNG’S POV

“Great acting, doctor. She absolutely fell for it.”

“I must say Mr Park, your acting skills are much better than I expected. I almost believed your acting too.”

You both chuckled.You knew how much Y/N cared for you, so you took it to your advantage. The strangling and Max situation is all true. Although, those test results? Absolute bullshit. You were actually not that badly damaged. 2 months seemed like a reasonable time for you and Y/N to become close and then finally ask her out properly. You weren’t sure if you could last that long, but you were sure it wasn’t going to take any longer.

“I even thought I had really bad damage done to my throat.”

“Just some minor bruises Mr Park, I can assure you. Your eye will be fine in a one weeks time too. Ready to ask Miss out.”

“Thanks doc.”

“It’s my pleasure Mr Park. I’ll be off for my morning rounds. I’ll be back to check later.” With that the doctor left and you were left waiting for Mark.

Y/N’S POV

You were driving and decided to switch the radio on to catch up with the world. To your surprise, a story familiar to you was being voiced so you turned up the volume. The report was as follows...

“GOT7’s Jinyoung suffered from a vicious attack yesterday in Jinhae’s well-known leisure centre. The suspect allegedly strangled Park Jinyoung until he had passed out. Park Jinyoung has now been hospitalised. We are waiting for further notice from JYP Entertainment about Jinyoung’s current condition. The suspect is now being kept in custody as officers continue with their investigation. It’s been speculated that the attack was triggered by the news published yesterday about GOT7’s Jinyoung and his potential new girlfriend. We’ll be back with more news once we are informed.”

Max.. held in custody? The guy who helped you through such hard times has now ended up in the hands of authority for violence. It was only 2 weeks ago where he would have been the closest guy friend to you and now he’s one of the furthest. How pathetic.

You arrived at the company entrance only to see paparazzi yet again. You wasn’t going to adjust your lifestyle to them; You were going to hold your head high. They all realised the arrival of your car and started to surround it like moths to a light. You waited for your company’s security guards to come near your door and opened it for you whilst creating a safety bubble. It was about a 15 second walk up the stairs and then threw the doors. That’s it.

“Miss, whenever you’re ready.” One of the guards told you. You gave them all a nod and started to walk. The questions came streaming through.

“Was the female at the beach you?”

“What response do you have for all the dating rumours?”

“Is it true that you were handling both Mr Park and the suspect at the same time?”

Dating both at the same time? These people are outrageous. These allegations were much worse than you expected.

“We are halfway there Miss.”

“Are you with Mr Park for his money?”

Money?

“Some fans are blaming you for the situation, what are your thoughts?” (ahgases are not like this but this is for the soul purpose of the series x)

That was the end of the bombarding questions. You guys had made it to the building and the guards let you through to safety whilst they blocked off the paparazzi. You looked back and gave them a thumbs up whilst they put up with the paparazzi. You turned around to see Beck looking at your distress after the swarming of strangers.

“Good morning to you too Beck. Now can you stop with the staring?” You waved your hand in front of his face. He shook his self back to reality.

“Y/N. What is going on?” You realised his stern and agitated face. He was expecting an explanation as he should.

“Damn. Not even a morning greeting. Fine, I’ll explain in my room.”

You guys took the elevator to your office. Beck sat down and was waiting in urgency for your explanation.

“Where do you want me to start?” Which bit was he the most curious about?

“Why did you need to leave from the meeting?”

“Jinyoung, the actor from the news, he was strangled by Max at the leisure centre after the lesson had ended.”

Beck’s face dropped after hearing about what Max had done.

“I was hoping the radio was lying. I guess not.”

He was feeling a sense of disappoint in Max. Beck knew of Max, but you wouldn’t regard them as friends. Beck just assumed people you were friends with had some sort of value. Max was an anomaly, as he described it.

“I wish it wasn’t true too. I didn’t get to see him at the hospital. Apparently he only had some minor scratches and once sorted out he was taken by officers.” You gave a sigh, sick and tired of things not going well.

“Here’s some good news, to make you a little happier,” Your face lit up immediately as soon as you heard the words ‘good news’ come out of Beck’s mouth, “The dinner with Mr Chan went really well. He was a little gutted to not have you there, but I think I did a good job making up for it. He’s a really chill person considering his age and status in the world. He does want to have another dinner but with you this time so make sure to give him a ring when he’s back in the country.”

“I most definitely will. That’s so good to hear. At least something went well yesterday.” As soon as you finished your sentence, you were getting a FaceTime call from your mother.

“I’ll leave you to it. Once you’re done with your call can you come to my office?”

“Will do. This shouldn’t take long anyways; It’s mum.”

Beck left you to have your call and headed to his office across yours. You then accepted the FaceTime call.

“Hi mum! Isn’t it really late there for you to be calling me?” 

There was a large time difference between you and your hometown, so it was weird to be getting a call from her right now.

“Y/N darling, please tell me that the news isn’t true.” You gulped.

Your mum picked up on the silence which meant that it wasn’t a lie.

“Mum, it’s true. Although the news will be taken down soon.” You hoped anyways. You waited for her reaction.

“Since when did my daughter go kissing men in the middle of the night on a beach. Those photographs are atrocious Y/N. Did you forget you have a family back home who faces relatives every day?”

“Mum I’m highly aware but this isn’t a fling. I don’t go kissing guys on a daily basis. His agency is working on taking down the news as soon as possible. Could you be happy that I’ve found a guy that I can trust in? Forget about what others think. Isn’t this what you always wanted? For me to settle with someone that I-“

“Love? If you’re about to say the word love…”

“I think I am mum. He’s exactly what I’ve ever wanted. The only down factor is that I’ve only known him for 2 weeks but I’m not planning on progressing quickly. That kiss solidified so much, it’s not just a kiss for me. It meant so much and I’m 100% sure it meant a lot for him too.”

“Y/N!! You should have said this earlier. My girl has found herself a man. It looks like you’re at work. We’ll talk about this later. About you and my soon-to-be son-in-law, bye!” 

She abruptly ended the call and left you gobsmacked. Wasn’t she slewing you off a second ago and now she’s excited about her potential son-in-law? Sometimes even you couldn’t understand women.

“Welp… I guess time to go to Beck’s office.” You spoke out loud.

JINYOUNG’S POV – HOSPITAL

“Mark hyung… You fell for it as well.” You started laughing your ass off.

“Jinyoung, I swear to god. Once you’re out you better run from me and most likely Y/N. You and doc played us to get Y/N worried sick all for a surprise. Do you know how distraught she was? You’re mean man Park Jinyoung.”

“I know hyung. Please don’t remind me. When she came into the room and broke down I struggled to contained myself. I felt so bad. But I’m going to make it up to her. I also got some time off work.” You smiled and winked at Mark.

“You sneak. You’re lucky you actually mean a lot to me or I would have snitched.” You blew Mark a cheesy kiss just to annoy him a little more.

“Please, nothing cringey. Do you have anything planned?”

“In a months time I want to take her out and ask her the second big question. I’ve been thinking about going out and doing an activity. Do you have any suggestions?” Mark always liked doing activities and sports, so he was the best person to ask.

“I’m sure she would like any water sport. You on the other hand. We can’t risk a drowning so let’s stay away from water. Why don’t you guys go horse riding? Its nearly the end of cherry blossom season but the field just out of town is still full of them. It would be perfect.” This is exactly why you ask Mark for ideas.

“You never disappoint Mark hyung. I’ll give that a go but erm… where do we get the horses?” Mark gave you a grin knowing he had the solution to your problem.

“I have a friend who works on a farm. I’m sure if I beg a little she’ll be up for lending two horses.” You clapped due to Mark’s surprises.

“You’re amazing Mark hyung. Don’t know what I would do without you. I’ll let you know when I’ll need them so you can sort it out. Until then, I want to get to know Y/N more. It has just been the handful of occasions we’ve seen each other so this month I want to know everything about her.”

“She’s not a subject Jinyoung. You won’t be having an end of topic test on her in a months time, chill out.” You both chuckled at Mark’s comment on a typical Jinyoung move.

“I know, I know. You understand what I mean though. There’s so much I want to know about her.”

“Alright love boy. Focus on getting better asap so you can fulfil what you’re planning on.”

“Will do.”

With you revealing to Mark about the real truth behind your recovery, you guys talked about what you had missed at the company plus what happened at the centre. All the legal actions being taken place now with Max and the news about you and Y/N. Your whole day was spent with Mark who had gotten the day off. He also went to get Milo to help with the recovery. Soon later the clock was showing afternoon hours and you were hoping Y/N would walk through the door any second.

TUESDAY AFTERNOON

“She’ll come soon Jinyoung. Now can you give me and Milo the same attention you’ve been giving the door for the past 10 minutes.” You moved your gaze from the door to Mark and registered what he said.

“Sorry, hyung. I just want to see her. Ask her how her day went, what she did today and so on.” Mark was grinning at Jinyoung’s in love state. It was nice for him, seeing his younger member finding someone who he thought completed him.

“She’ll be here soon don’t worry- “ And right at that moment the door opened to reveal Y/N with paperwork and what you guessed was food in a bag.

“Hi Mark. Who’s this?” She gestured at Milo.

“This is Milo. Milo, this is Y/N.” Y/N knelt down and gave Milo loving kisses and a rub on the tummy. Your heart won’t be able to contain any longer the overload of cuteness the two excreted.

“Another male from the club. Have you looked after Jinyoung for me whilst I was gone?” She cooed at Milo as if the puppy could give her a reply. You were sure your heart was about to leap out of place.

“W-what’s in the b-bag?” Mark whipped his head round towards you since you were back to acting badly injured duties. He couldn’t help but let out a helpless smile.

“I figured Mark wouldn’t have had a proper meal yet, so I brought a late lunch/early dinner over. You on the other hand. Bon appetite to your syringe meal.” Mark laughed at Y/N’s comment and you gave her an annoyed gaze hoping she’d get the idea.

“Mean.”

You weren’t going to sulk now. Not when Mark was here.

“Thanks Y/N. I’ll eat here and part to meet with the rest. Won’t you be eating?”

“I haven’t had much the appetite lately but don’t mind me, enjoy the food.” Mark gave you a gaze knowing Y/N’s loss of appetite was mostly likely related to you being in hospital. You felt bad but you were going to make it up to her.

“You bought steak! I love steak. Cough it up, who told you.” She smiled as if she knew he would be happy.

“I have my ways.” She brushed her shoulders.

“I need to learn your ways. Thanks for the food. Bon appetite Jinyoung!” He held up a piece of steak and cheers with the syringe tube that was feeding you.

“Y-you’re actually pathetic Mark hyung.” Y/N let out a laugh and Mark choked on his steak laughing at your comment. Milo had taken his place lying on Y/N’s feet slowly falling asleep. She realised the puppy’s position and gathered him onto her lap so he could fall asleep in a comfier place. You just looked at her in awe at her loving character.

“H-how was your day?” She focussed back on you and gave you a smile.“Busy as usual. Sending out documents to third party teams for the eco hotel. Held a company meeting. Got an invite for an architecture festival award thing that’ll be taking place in 2 weeks times, debating on whether or not I should go.”

“That sounds like really good news. Why wouldn’t you want to go?” Mark questioned.

Y/N let out a self-conscious chuckle and continued, “These awards end up always being a load of guys trying to either have a fling or get my number. It’s a bit disturbing if I’m honest. It has it’s good sides, my shareholder is able to make good connections but when I try to do the same the opposition is more interested in me rather than the work. I tend to just not go.”

“I’ll c-come.” Y/N and Mark looked at your sudden invite to the occasion.

“I’d like to remind you Jinyoung that you won’t be fully recovered until 2 months. This night will be in 2 weeks.”

“Y-Y/N, I’ll be better in 2 weeks. It’s not l-like I’ve b-broken my l-legs. I could still attend.”

“And why would you want to attend?” Mark was grinning at the situation since you were making it extremely obvious that you were jealous.

“Because…” She’s got you on the spot again. She’s good at this.

“Because?” She repeated waiting for you to continue.

She interrupted the silence, “It seems to me you’re jealous. Don’t you think Mark?” She directed to Mark hoping he would agree with her.Mark made only one comment which led her to smile widely.

“You’re making it obvious Park.” He ate another bite of his steak whilst grinning at his self. Mostly because he just sold you out in a second.

“Waaa, Mark hyung. Thanks f-for selling m-me out.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s say this… If you are definitely well enough in 2 weeks time. Then sure, you can accompany me at the awards. If doc says it’s fine too.”

“T-This is going to b-be fun. An architecture a-awards festival. Will y-you be getting an a-award?” You were curious about how things worked in her field.

“I don’t want to sound vain, but I think our company will be receiving an award. Don’t know about the individual architect awards though. We’ll find out that night.” You couldn’t wait. To get to see other people’s achievements, especially someone’s who you care about so much.

“C-can’t wait.”

“I can’t stand the flirting. Me and Milo are leaving. I’ll continue with the steak later this afternoon. Thank you for the food again Y/N.” Mark waved you both goodbye and left the room whilst you guys laughed at his childish behaviour.

“He can b-be a k-kid sometimes.” Y/N nodded.

“How was today? Did you hold up well?”

You gave her a nod and an okay sign.

“Good, good. I brought over some of my work to do here. I hope that’s fine by you. I might zone out so beware.” She smiled as you waved her okay.

She gathered all the paperwork and her laptop. She took off her heals and slipped on the slippers the hospital had given her and headed into the bathroom to clean up. Soon or later, she came out of the bathroom with her hair held up in a bun with a pen and no makeup on. You were happy that she felt comfortable to show this side of herself to you.

“What will y-you be working on?” She propped back on the bed with her legs crossed and her laptop on her lap.

“I need to get back to some emails. Then send some blueprints to our construction team for the hotel. Send an apology email to the client for the hotel too. Start coming up with ideas for a fruit orchard-“

“Damn. You’re b-busy.” She nodded as her eyes were fixed on her laptop screen.

“Don’t you think y-you should take a b-break, having c-come from w-work.” She lifted her head from her screen and looked at you.

“This is the life of an architect Jinyoung. We are busy from day 1. I had my little break last week. Back to action.”

You gathered that it was going to be hard to get Y/N’s attention when she worked. You were thinking of ways you could get her off her laptop and a sneaky idea came up to mind.

“But I don’t f-feel too well.” She immediately retracted her eyes from her laptop to you and left her laptop to aside.

“Shall I call doc? Or a nurse?” She was close to hitting the notifying buzzer, but you got a hold of her wrist before she could. You stared into her eyes, wishing it would last forever. You also noticed the shift in colour of her cheeks.

“What can I do to help?” You pulled her closer to you, so she was now sitting on your bed with her face above yours.

“This.” You closed the gap between the two of you. You didn’t even know where you had gained this sort of confidence from, but you weren’t complaining.  Your lips moulded with hers moving at a slowly pace, enjoying every second of the kiss. Your hand reached behind her neck pulling her closer in order to deepen the kiss. It had been so long since you wanted to do this. You also thought it would be the best way to get her to stop working for a bit. She reciprocated with the same amount of passion and emotion. You could sense how much she also wanted this. You would wanna do more, but your current state and the location was exactly appropriate.You guys parted from each other, both breathless from the passionate kiss.

“You are an absolute dick, Park. How do you think I’ll manage to do my work, now that you have me all…” Her words drifted into a silence and she bit her lip restraining herself from continuing. If she continued on like this, you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself from going in for round 2.

“All what Miss?” You gave her a pair of innocent eyes knowing she was about to say hot and bothered but you wanted to push her to say it.

“You know what I mean?” She tried to loosen her hand out of your grip, but you weren’t going to let her go that easy.

“All what Y/N?” You gave her a stern look almost demanding her to say it. You liked this affect you had on her, let’s see what she was going to do about it.

“You’re a bit overly confident for a man handicapped to a hospital bed, don’t you think?” She fluttered her eyelashes at you and eyed your face. She built up her defences and wasn’t planning on giving in easily to your game either. Competition, ay?

“Imagine how I might be out of this hospital bed then.” Your eyes dropped to her lips for a millisecond only to look back up to make eye contact with her beautiful eyes again. She wasn’t going to continue was she? Surely, you’ve got her on the spot.

“A bit hard to imagine. Gonna have to wait for you to just show me.” She really is something else, you thought to yourself.

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I’m not teasing this episode. It got a little saucy near the end, I hope you guys liked it! I have so many plans for future episodes, but they are further along after all of what is done. I love the cocky attitude’s both characters are displaying towards each other although I don’t know if I can get into naughty writings, so I apologise. I feel like Mark is a really good big brother figure, so we’ll see a lot of him too. Also, Jinyoung is lying to Y/N but she has no clue. I probably gave some people heart attacks making you guys think Jinyoung won’t be able to sing again EVER. 

I’ll be back soon with another episode! 

writer-nim x