#Mine is behind a FIRMLY LOCKED DOOR

[hush-house-yard-sale]

Well why don't YOU come here and take care of me yourself if you're sooo concerned about my welfare! I bet you can't, because you are all uuuu I need to write a history to atone for my mistakes uuuu

I bet you don't even have a bedroom cleared up cause you're all so busy reading all those cryptic pages! Not to brag, but at least I have one, all painted white for totally aesthetic purposes and not because I want to cut my hair or injure myself to access the big m-word!

...it's spacious enough for two people though...

-Cultist (suggestive)

Hm. No. The Forge-of-Days can have you.

[lokigodofmyheart]

JEALOUS

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1.9k

Summary: You and Bucky had been dating for almost 8 months now. You loved him and he loved you. But your sexual desires weren't completely satisfied. Bucky never went more than a soft and gentle sex, afraid to hurt you. 

Warning/Content: smut, edgind/orgasm denial/ bathroom sex.

MASTERLIST KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Y/N and Bucky had been dating for almost 8 months now. She loved him, but she was missing something in the sexual area. Bucky was amazing, of course, but because of his strength and his past, he was always afraid to hurt her so the sex was always too soft, too sweet. And she wanted more.  

After talking with Natasha while they got ready for the party, she decided to follow her friend’s advice: make him jealous. So that’s what she did. A little after the party had started, she went to the bar to get another drink, and a handsome man started talking with her. She knew he was flirting with her.  

At normal days, she would cut him off, say she had a boyfriend. But tonight, she wanted to make Bucky jealous, so she smiled and started talking with the guy. Bucky, from the table, took a sip of his drink watching his girlfriend laugh with the strange. 

His jaw had clenched, and his hands tightened around the glass. Steve could notice his friend was tense. He was trying his best to stay in his place. Watching Y/N having fun with another man, letting him touch her arm, giggling to something he said… Yeah Bucky was not happy about this at all. 

“Careful. You’ll break the glass.” Steve says to him with a small smile. Bucky barely heard it, his eyes fix on Y/N and the man. He decided he had enough, standing up and walking to them. 

The guy, named Chris, had asked her about her favorite color. Y/N opened her mouth do answer, but she was cut short when Bucky grabbed her arm firmly, pulling her close to him. His eyes were dark and intense as he spoke. “We need to talk, doll.” 

“Bucky, hey.” Y/N smiles innocently “I’m talking with this nice gentleman right now.” 

Bucky’s eyes narrow as he sees you smile, he clenches his jaw for a moment before he speaks again. His voice is low and firm “No, doll. You’re coming with me. Now.” He didn’t wait for a response. Bucky’s grip on her arm was firm as he practically dragged you away from the man. She could see the anger in his eyes and for a moment she wondered if she pushed him too much.  

“Bucky, what are you doing...?” She asks, but received no answer as he kept pulling her with him, until they finally reach the restroom. He almost shoved her inside the place, locking the door behind them.  

He turned to her, his eyes dark and intense as he spoke “What the hell were you doing?” Bucky demands, his voice low and dangerous. He’s still angry, his eyes dark with jealousy. 

“I was just having a conversation.” 

Bucky scoffs at her response, stepping closer to her, his body almost towering over her frame as he continues “Just talking? Is that what you call flirting now, doll? Smiling, giggling, letting him touch you?” Bucky pushed her against the wall, trapping her with his body “What was that, doll? You were trying to make me jealous?” 

“No...” 

He raises an eyebrow, not buying your lie, he can tell that she was trying to make him jealous, and it worked. He leans in closer, his voice dropping even lower “Doll, you’re a terrible liar. I know what you were doing. You were trying to get a rise out of me, weren’t you?” 

A small smirk appeared on her lips “Maybe...” 

The man smirks, his eyes darkening with desire and possessiveness “You really thought that flirting with another man in front of me would be a good idea doll? You really thought that I would just sit there and watch some guy touch you, knowing you’re mine?” His hands moving to her hips, his grip tight as he holds her in place “You���re mine, doll. Mine. And no one else gets to touch you the way I do. Understand?” 

Y/N’s smirks get wider. He notices it and raises an eyebrow, a mixture of amusement and annoyance on his expression “Oh, you think this is funny, doll? You like playing games, don’t you? Let’s play one then.” 

His hands went under her dress, between her legs. He looked at her a little surprised when he felt the soaked fabric “You’re soaked already...?” 

A small moan came from her lips when he touched her, teasing her through the fabric of her now damped panties. 

“You wanted this to happen, didn’t you?” Bucky spoke with his voice low “You've been teasing me all night, doll... You were asking for this. You wanted me to snap, didn't you?”  

His hands lifted her dress enough to expose her legs and her lacy panties. His lips found her neck, trailing up to her ear while he rubbed her clit through the fabric of the panties “You’re mine.” 

Another moan came from her lips. She wanted nothing more than his hands on her, really touching her. Bucky smirks at the sounds of your moans. He's enjoying the effect he has on you, the way your body responds to his touch "You like that, doll? You like me touching you like this?" 

“Yes...” 

“Good." He continues kissing her neck before he pulled back, looking at her, his eyes dark, filled with jealous and desire "You thought you could flirt with another man and make me jealous, doll. Well, you got what you wanted." His hands ripped her underwear off her body, making Y/N left a surprised gasp.  

He smirks at her surprised expression, his eyes dark and intense when he touched her folds again, making a moan coming out from her lips again. Bucky run his fingers on her before he stopped at her clit, rubbing it slowly. He watched her face, hearing her moans, teasing her, building the moment and when she was close, he pulled his hand away.  

Y/N whines in complaining, looking at him. He then changed his hand from his metal one, doing the same thing. The metal was cold against her wet pussy, and again, when she was close to her orgasm, he stopped and pull his hand away.  

She let out a frustrated noise “Bucky...” 

Bucky looks at her with a smug expression "Yes, doll?" 

“Please...” 

He raises an eyebrow at her plea. He was enjoying teasing her far too much, he didn't want to give in so easily after her little stunt. His hand went back to rub her ever so slightly "Please what?" Y/N moans again. “Use your words, doll." He whispered as he continued rubbing her, but not letting she reach that sweet release, his movements slow and steady. 

“Please...” She says in a moan.  

"Please, what? You're going to have to tell me what you want." He continues to rub her clit slowly, loving how desperate she was. 

She took a breath, trying to stead her voice “...let me cum.” 

He smirks at her demand, his fingers rubbing a little faster "You want to come, doll? You want to come that badly?" Her head nods, her eyes showing how desperate she wants after being denied two times now.  "Beg for it.” his lips by her ear as he whispers. 

“Please, Bucky...please.” She starts to feel her orgasm building again.  

Bucky smirks at her pleading, his fingers rubbing your even faster making her moan a little louder "Please, what, doll? You have to be specific." 

“Please, let me cum...please.” Her voice sound so desperate, he had never heard her like that. 

He leans in even closer, his hand stopping mid-circle and he whispers in her ear again "Say you're mine, doll" 

A frustrated sound escaped her again, when he stopped for the third time.  

“I’m yours. Please...” 

He smirks at her words, his hand starts moving again "That's right doll. You're mine. No one else can touch you.” 

Her head nods “I’m your.”  

His hand finally starts moving faster, giving what she wanted. This time, Bucky didn’t stop when she was close, he rubbed her clit faster, putting a little more pressure and in seconds he watched as she fell apart. Her legs trembled with the strength of her orgasm.  He brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks them "You taste so good, doll.” 

She was a little surprised when he took a step back, pulling her with him. He turned her around and bend her over the sink of the bathroom. He leans in close to her ear, his voice low "But we're not done yet, doll. I'm still not satisfied"  

His hand went between their bodies, holding his cock as he positioned at her entrance. He wasn’t gentle when he pushed inside of her with one hard thrust of his hips, making her moan. He didn’t give her any time to get used.  

Bucky’s hips started moving in a fast and hard pace, putting all his frustration of the night on her. And she was loving every second of it. His metal hand went to her hair, wrapping around it and pulling back. 

Y/N moans at the feeling. Bucky moved ever harder, pulling her hair back “You’re mine. You understand that?” She nods.  He growls as he moves harder, deeper and he pulls on her hair again “Say it.”  

“I’m yours.” She says moaning.  

He leans and speaks in her ear again “That’s right, you’re mine. All mine. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to make you feel this way” 

She nods again. The situation and the way he were fucking her hard, keeping her on the sink, was too much and soon her walls started clenching around his cock. Her moans started to get louder and more frequently until she finally orgasmed.  

Bucky was close. His movements tarted to get more erratic and uneven, and feeling her coming around him like that was his breaking point. He let a low groan when he finally cum inside of his girlfriend.  

They stood there, silence for a few seconds, trying to catch their breaths. Bucky was the first one to speak, his voice gentle, a contrast from previously “Are you okay?” 

Y/N nods, not moving from the sink. Bucky pulled out of her carefully, and helped her back on her feet and turning her to look at him. He watches the tired smile on her face while he fixed her dress and his pants, before he pulled her to his arms in a embrace “Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure.” She smiles. 

He looked at her, still with a worried expression, brushing some hair from her face “I wasn’t too rough?” 

“It was perfect. Really.” 

Bucky smiles back, reassured by her words. He leans down and presses a soft, tender kiss on her forehead “Good, I didn’t want to hurt you, doll.” 

“You didn’t.” She looks at him, before speaking again “You know I love you, right? I only flirt with that guy to get a reaction out of you.” 

Bucky smirks at her words, he had a feeling that that was what she was doing but it was still good to hear a confirmation “So you were just trying to make me jealous, huh?” 

Y/N chuckles and nods “And it worked. Maybe I should make you jealous more often if it means sex like this.” 

His hands tightened on her, his voice turned almost to a growl “Don’t you dare.” 

[cameronsprincess]

ᰔᩚ Day Two of Slutmas// Silent Night — J.M

Your stalker, JJ, finally makes his move.

CW: smut! 18+ only! dubcon! dacryphilia, stalker!jj, dark!jj, choking, oral (fem receiving), unprotected piv sex, slight breeding kink, creampie, praise and slight degrading.

slutmas masterlist -> moodboard for this au

🎄❤️

Thump.

The loud sound of something hitting the floor downstairs has you springing up in bed, fingers tightly gripping your comforter and pulling it higher up your body.

Your heart pounds in your chest, palms clammy and shaking uncontrollably. A look out your bedroom window shows it’s still dark out, the only thing visible is the light snowfall that’s barely illuminated by the dim street light outside.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Heavy footsteps are heard making their way up the stairs. You shove your comforter off your body, softly climbing out of bed and making your way into the en-suite bathroom, softly shutting the door and locking it before pressing your back against the cool, white-painted wood.

It’s him. It has to be him. You’ve known he was watching you for months now, but you never really cared to tell anyone or do anything about it. You actually kind of loved the idea that someone was so obsessed with you they couldn’t help but watch you.

He’d never made a move, until tonight that is. He’d left small gifts here and there, bouquets of beautiful white tulips, your favorite bottle of wine every now and again, cute lingerie sets that you couldn’t help but put on and walk around your house in, hoping he was watching.

Your bedroom door creaks open, the eerie sound sending goosebumps down your arms and legs. Your nipples harden as your breathing picks up, but you’re surprisingly not scared, more so turned on.

“Princess… I know you’re here… The bed still smells like you.”

The sound of his light steps trekking throughout your bedroom have your heart rate spiking. You hear him opening the drawers of your dresser and nightstand, slamming each one shut. The sound of your closet door opening has you sucking in a sharp breath, eyes squeezing shut as you listen to the sound of his whistling as he pushes through your clothes.

His low, raspy voice follows seconds later, your pussy throbbing at his words.

“You better hope I don’t find you, princess… Because if I do, you’re mine to use,” He pauses, your closet door slamming shut before his footsteps get closer to the bathroom door. You’re holding your breath, unsure of why you’re still hiding from him, but also remembering he’s your stalker.. Letting him find you wouldn’t be smart, right? “I know you’re in here, princess. Open the door f’me, alright?”

You don’t speak, you don’t breathe. You’re frozen in fear, your mind racing at the things he’d do to you if he got his hands on you.

A shrill scream escapes you when the bathroom door rattles, the weight of his body being thrown into it over and over again. You slowly back away from the door, tears slipping past your lower lashes as the man on the other side tries to force his way inside. Your entire body is buzzing, multiple feelings rushing through you as he continues to smash his body into the door.

The wood splinters behind his weight, the door giving way to the constant slam of his shoulder ramming into it. A loud crack sounds through the bathroom, the door finally giving in and shattering into pieces, sharp white-painted wood pieces falling at your feet. The man straightens his spine, head cocked to the side, unruly strands of blond hair falling in his face— a face you know all too well… JJ Maybank.

“Why’d you have to make me do that, baby? Hmm?” he asks, his steps slow and sure as he makes his way toward you. “I was gonna be nice, be gentle with you… But now, I’m gonna be everything but.”

You choke out a sob, your hand pressed firmly against your mouth as you continue to back away from him. You reach the end of the room, your back hitting the wall at the far end of the small space. JJ is on you in a flash, his large, ringed fingers curling around your throat as he pushes your head into the wall, his face leaning in so close to yours you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

“Surprised it’s me? You know, if you’d just paid the slightest bit of attention, you’d know I was in love with you…” He pauses, running his nose up the side of your face, breathing in your scent. “But you’re so fucking dense… So clueless sometimes, it pains me, really…”

More thick, hot tears slide down your cheeks, and JJ groans at the sight. His tongue darts out, licking up the salty tears.

“That’s it, cry for me, baby. I fuckin’ love to see you cry.”

He presses himself into you, the hard ridges of his erection pressing into your clothed core. You whimper, your pussy pulsing when you feel just how hard he is… For you. It should repulse you, you should hate him right now, but your mind is reeling with thoughts of his cock down your throat, buried deep inside your drenched pussy…

“You thinking of how good it’s gonna feel when I choke you with my dick? How good it’s gonna feel when I finally bury myself inside this pretty fuckin’ pussy?” JJ rasps, his free hand finding your covered core, cupping it and teasing your clit through the silk fabric.

“JJ..” you breathe out, slowly giving up any fight you had in you. Your muscles relax, your entire body melting into JJ’s hands. The hand around your throat tightens, his other hand playing with your pussy. He lets out a low groan, clicking his tongue when he feels your arousal seeping through the silk.

“You’re so wet, princess… Does having your stalker— who happens to be someone you’ve known your entire life— break into your house and tell you all the nasty things he’s going to do to you make you this wet? Is it the thrill of it all that turns you on, princess? ” He pulls his hand from between your legs, shoving it into the waistband of your shorts, fingers instantly moving to your slick folds. He runs two fingers through your folds, groaning again as he gathers your arousal on his fingers. “Or are you just a filthy fucking slut who loves to be fucked, no matter who it is?”

Anger rushes through you at his degrading words, but before you have time to even react, he’s pulling his hands from inside your shorts, yanking you off the wall by your throat, squeezing at your neck tighter as he drags you through the bathroom and back into your room. He tosses you down onto your mattress, and you scramble backwards, trying to get away, but it’s no use, JJ’s too quick, his body weight pressing into you, keeping you in place.

“Don’t even think about fucking moving, do you understand?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, more tears rolling down your face. You should try to stop him, but the larger part of you doesn’t even want to. You want JJ to claim you, you want him to do whatever he pleases with you. This side of him is unlike anything you’ve seen before, —so used to the sweet, loving and kind JJ— and you’re shamefully enjoying it.

JJ’s fingers dig into the waistband of your shorts, shoving them down your thighs. You suck in a sharp breath when his fingers find your pussy, his long, thick digits slowly running through your slick folds. He finds your clit, applying a slight amount of pressure to it and rubbing lazy circles around the swollen bundle of nerves.

“God, I bet you taste so fucking sweet… Let’s find out, yeah?”

JJ removes his hand from between your legs, pushing your body up the mattress and spreading your thighs wide open for him. He tucks his legs underneath his stomach, both his hands on each of your thighs, keeping you open for him. He spits down on your clit, both of you watching as it slowly drips down your pussy.

He lowers his head, his tongue slowly pushing into your drenched hole before he runs it up the length of your pussy, ending at your clit. Pulling back, he leaves a soft kiss on your swollen bud, groaning when a shudder rushes through you.

“So sweet, just like I knew you’d be…” JJ rasps, lowering his head back down and wrapping his lips around your clit.

Soft moans escape you as JJ licks and sucks at your pussy, eating you like he’s a starved man getting his first meal in weeks. JJ’s groans of approval have your hips bucking, shamelessly grinding your pussy against his face, loving the way his nose bumps against your clit as his tongue fucks your needy hole.

Your hands fly to the back of his head, gripping at his messy blond hair and lightly pulling. JJ lets out a low growl, his tongue slowing its movements. He lifts his head, his pupils blown, an almost carnal expression on his face as he eyes you.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you princess?”

You whimper, needing his mouth back on your pussy. You open your mouth to beg him for more, but JJ’s low voice has you quickly shutting it.

“You want me to fuck you? Need me to stretch this pretty pussy out with my cock while you beg me to fill you with my cum?” He runs a hand up the side of your neck, his ringed fingers tightly wrapping around your throat and squeezing. “You’d like that, huh? My cum filling this little cunt, putting a baby in you so you can’t ever escape me.”

Tears begin to fill your eyes, burning as you try and force them away. JJ’s hand squeezes tighter, reveling in the feel of your pulse beating rapidly beneath his fingers. He finally loosens his hold, leaning down and licking at the tears you hadn’t realized slipped past your lower lashes.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you want my cock inside you, that you want my cum dripping down these perfect fuckin’ thighs.”

You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut before popping them back open, meeting his lust-filled gaze. “Y-Yes… Please?”

JJ tsks. “Words, princess. Tell me what you want, what you need.”

“I need… I need your cock inside me, J. Wanna feel you split me in half… Need to feel your cum dripping from my pussy, please? Please, J.”

You swear his eyes grow darker, a low growl pulled from deep inside his chest as he pushes himself off you. You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching as he strips himself of his clothes. Once he’s completely naked, your eyes nearly pop out of your head, seeing his long and thick cock bobbing, a bead of precum already leaking from his swollen tip.

You swallow thickly, your mouth all of a sudden dry and the room feeling ten degrees warmer. JJ was fucking huge. He wraps a hand around his thick length, thumbing at the precum and spreading it around the head of his dick. You watch intently as he spits down onto his shaft, groaning at the pleasure that rushes through him when his hand begins making slow jerking movements.

“You know how long I’ve waited on this moment? How long I’ve waited to feel your pretty cunt wrapped tightly around my dick? Too long, princess.”

JJ climbs into the bed, the mattress dipping and creaking beneath his weight. He continues to slowly thrust his cock into his hand, his eyes never leaving yours, a slow grin titling his lips.

He presses a hand against your chest, pushing you back until your head hits the pillows. You gasp, his free hand now moving to your thighs, roughly spreading them apart. He lines himself with your dripping center, pressing his tip against your hole. You can’t contain your moans, the feeling of his tip slowly pushing into you sending waves of pleasure rushing through your veins.

JJ pushes himself inside you, inch by torturous inch, until he’s fully inside you. He holds himself still, his cock buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against your ass. “God, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby… So tight and wet.” He slowly pulls back, leaving only the tip inside before he slams his hips forward again. Your arms fly around his neck, nails digging into the tanned skin of his shoulders. He hisses in a breath when your nails break skin, but he shakes away the pain, his hip’s finding a steady rhythm.

He props himself on his forearms, his hands finding the back of your head and gripping at your messy strands harshly, tugging your neck up and forcing your eyes between your bodies. “Watch it, baby, watch how my cock slides in and out of your greedy little cunt so easily. Look how she grips my cock, like she was fuckin’ made for me.” He groans, continuing his brutal thrusts.

Your eyes watch shamelessly, loving the way his cock would disappear inside you, loving the way you gripped at him when he’d pull back. JJ’s fingers tighten in your hair before he loosens his hold, letting your head drop back into the pillows. He places his hands firmly on the mattress, pushing himself up as the pace of his hips. A string of curses and moans flow past your lips with each thrust of his cock, his swollen tip hitting your g-spot with each inward thrust. You cry out his name, warmth coiling at the base of your belly, your clit pulsing as your walls flutter around JJ’s dick.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, J… Please? Can I cum..” you beg, tears filling your eyes again as blinding pleasure threatens to burst from you.

JJ grins down at you, his hips slowing and rolling into yours. “Sound so pretty when you beg me to cum.. Tell me you’re mine, and you can come f’me.”

Hot tears roll down your cheeks, and JJ doesn’t miss the opportunity to lick them from your face again. He groans and your pussy clenches around him again. JJ’s right hand lifts off the mattress, finding your throat and squeezing at it tightly, “Say it! Say you’re mine, princess! S’all I wanna hear.”

A whimper escapes you, your lips parting as the band threatens to snap, “I’m yours, J!” You cry out.

He lets out a low growl, a newfound possessiveness rushing through him at hearing the words come out of your mouth, “Such a good girl, go on, come for me, baby. ‘M right behind you…”

JJ’s praise and approval were all you needed to hear, bright white light clouds your vision, toes curling as your nails drag down his back, your release bursting from you in long waves. JJ pounds into you harder, the sound of his cock pushing and pulling from you mixed with his grunts and your cries fill the space of your bedroom. His balls draw tight, dick twitching inside you before he’s filling your pussy with his cum in long spurts.

He pulls himself from inside you, sitting on his knees as he watches a thick glob of cum seep from your abused hole. He lets out a groan, climbing on top of you and pressing a long kiss to your lips.

“You’re mine now. No more games, no more excuses. All. Fucking. Mine.”

🎄❤️

tagging some moots: @nemesyaaa @starkeysbabygirl @starkeysprincess @cameronwillow @bloodibambiidoll @rafeyscurtainbangs @rafesthroatbaby @oceandriveab @maybankslover @maybanksangel @redhead1180 @zya8tracks @drewsephrry @httpsdrewstarkey

[strnilolover]

Matt loves every part of you even when it gets hard to love yourself …

plus size reader!, body insecurity, slight angst, comfort, slight suggestive touches/words, body worshiping (?).

the bedroom was quiet, the faint hum of the heater the only sound as you sat at the edge of the bed. your gaze was locked on your reflection in the mirror, and you couldn’t help but let out a small, defeated sigh. the oversized sweatshirt you wore did nothing to hide the insecurities you felt tonight. every curve, every roll, every part of yourself felt glaringly wrong. too big. too much.

you sniffled, quickly brushing at your cheek as tears pricked your eyes. it wasn’t the first time you’d felt this way — you’ve felt like this countless times before, but tonight it hit harder than usual.

you were so caught up in your thoughts that you almost missed the soft creak of the door — the sound startled you.

“hey, babe,” matt’s voice was warm, gentle. “why are you sitting in here all alone?” he asked curiously.

you flinched slightly, quickly wiping at your face before glancing over your shoulder. matt stood in the doorway, his brows furrowing when he saw you. concern filled his eyes as he stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him.

“what’s going on?” he asked, his tone quieter now as he approached you. “nothing,” you mumbled, keeping your gaze fixed firmly on the floor.

matt’s steps were deliberate as he crossed the room, kneeling in front of you. his hands found your knees, his thumbs brushing gentle circles into your skin. “don’t shut me out, baby,” he murmured. “what’s wrong?” he asked again.

you let out a shaky sigh, refusing to meet his gaze. “i just…” your voice cracked, and you swallowed hard. “i don’t feel good about myself tonight.” you mumbled, the words barely slipping past your lips.

matt tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. “why not?”

you gestured vaguely toward the mirror, your voice barely above a whisper. “because of this. because of me. i don’t look like the girls you see online or anywhere. i’m too big, matt. too much.” you choked out — the words felt like glass on your tongue.

matt’s hands tightened slightly on your knees, his jaw clenching at your words. without saying a word, he stood, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet with him. “come here,” he said softly, guiding you toward the mirror.

you hesitated, but he didn’t give you a chance to retreat. he positioned you in front of him, his chest pressing against your back as his arms wrapped around your waist. his touch was firm. “look,” he murmured, his voice low. “Look at yourself baby.”

“i don’t want to,” you whispered, your throat tightening as you felt your eyes sting with tears once more. “please,” he said, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “for me.”

you stared at the floor a few moments longer before your gaze reluctantly lifted to meet your reflection. but instead of looking at yourself, your eyes flicked to matt in the mirror. his gaze wasn’t on the glass—it was on you, intense and unwavering.

“this,” he said, his hands sliding to your stomach, his palms spreading over the soft curve, “is one of my favorite parts of you.”

“matt—”

“shh,” he interrupted, his lips pressing to your temple. “do you know why I love it?” you shook your head, your breath catching as his fingers curled slightly against your skin.

“because it’s soft,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower. “it’s where i rest my hands when we’re lying in bed, or when i hold you close after a long day. it’s where i lay my head when i want to feel you, to remind myself you’re mine. And someday…” he let the words hang in the air for a moment, his lips brushing your ear. “someday, it’s where I’ll hold you when you’re carrying my babies.” he said, smiling softly at the thought.

your breath hitched, heat rushing to your cheeks at the way his voice dripped with intention.

“and these thighs,” he continued, his hands sliding down to squeeze the soft flesh. “do you have any idea how much they drive me crazy? the way they feel when they’re wrapped around me?” his thumbs stroked the sensitive skin just above your knees, his grip tightening slightly. “the way they look in those little shorts you wear around the house?” he states, his words growing rougher.

“matt i don’t-“ you went to say, but the way his hands gripped you further made them die before they pasted your lips.

he smirked, his eyes darkening as he met your gaze in the mirror. “you think i don’t notice, baby? you think i don’t see the way your body moves? you make it impossible for me to concentrate on anything else when you’re around.”

his hands slid further, settling on the curve of your ass, and he gave a firm squeeze that made you gasp. “and this?” he growled softly, his lips grazing your neck. “this is my favorite place to grab. do you have any idea how much self-control it takes not to touch you every second of the day?”

your cheeks burned as he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck, his hands roaming your body with deliberate care.

“you’re not too much,” he murmured, his voice rough. “you’re perfect. every curve, every inch of you.” his lips traveled lower, brushing over the sensitive skin at the base of your neck. his teeth grazed lightly, sending a shiver down your spine. “you don’t even know how badly I want you sometimes. how hard it is not to pull you into bed and show you just how much I love this body of yours…how much i love you.”

his words were matched by his actions as his hands slid beneath your sweatshirt, his warm palms finding bare skin. he splayed his fingers wide over your stomach, his touch firm yet tender. “feel that?” he murmured, his voice dropping further. “feel how perfect you are under my hands? How every part of you fits me like it was made for me?”

you trembled against him, your breath coming in soft, uneven gasps as his hands roamed higher, brushing against the underside of your breasts.

“you’re mine,” he whispered, his voice laced with possession. “every inch of you belongs to me and every inch of you is perfect. and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you if I have to.” he said as his hands slid back down to grab at your hips.

before you could respond, he turned you around in his arms, one hand sliding up to rest on the small of your back as the other gripped your waist — pulling you flush against him. his lips crashed into yours, the kiss slow but consuming, his hands roaming your body with a newfound urgency.

when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his dark eyes boring into yours. “let me show you,” he murmured. “let me show you how much I love every single part of you.”

a/n : for my plus sized girls! (me included). honestly i haven’t been feeling the best lately so i guess i also made this as a way to comfort myself.

[sturnioloszn]

MARKED - C.S

summary; you get a new tattoo, and chris has to show you just how much he loves it...

warnings; smut, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap the willy), dirty talk, praise, cream pie, hair pulling.

a/n; sorry it took me literally foreverrrr to get a fic out, i did post one, but i actually hated it w every fibre in my being, so... it got cut. whoops. anywayyy, enjoy this one lmaooo.

I laid on my stomach, with my skin flush against the black leather of the tattoo table when the loud buzzing of the tattoo gun came to a sudden halt and broke me from my daydreams.

"Alright, you're done. I can't believe you did it with no breaks, you're insane," Sam, my tattooer spoke from behind me, gently cleaning and wiping the remaining ink off.

"It's wasn't too bad," I chuckled, peering over to Nick, who shoved his phone in his pocket and leaned over to get a clear look at the finished product.

After what felt like years, I finally sat up from the chair and kept my hands firmly on my shirt to make sure it wouldn't slip and I'd accidently flash a titty, since it was completely open in the back.

I stood up and walked over to the full sized mirror in the corner of the room and stared at my new decoration in awe. I loved it. It was perfect.

"Okay, so since this is a pretty big tattoo, I'll try wrap it as best as possible, but it'll probably start to peel in no time," Sam spoke, following me to the mirror with the wrapping.

Nick and I eventually pay and hop into an Uber to bring us back to his place. "Soo, do you like it?" Nick asks, turning to look at me.

"I don't like it, I LOVE it. He did an amazing job," I complimented, looking down at Nick's new addition to his tattoo collection too.

"I told you Sam is the best," He bragged.

The ride to the house wasn't long at all, but sure enough, the wrapping of my tattoo was already peeling and coming undone. I decided to peel it off completely and just try to deal with it, trying to not cause an infection.

I was so excited to show off my new tattoo that the second Nick unlocked the front door, I sprinted up the stairs into the living room where I found Matt sprawled comfortably on the couch, lazily scrolling on his phone.

"Hey kid, how was it?" He asks, momentarily looking up from his phone.

"It was amazing, wanna see?" I ask with a happy grin plastered on my face. Before even waiting for him to reply, I lifted the back of my shirt up and turned to show him my back.

"Holy shit, it's massive," he says. I crack an immature joke before gloating about the fact that I didn't take a break not once. At this point, Nick had joined Matt on the couch, and they began to discuss his new tattoo aswell but I'm overflowing with excitement to show Chris mine.

"Is Chris in his room?" I ask, receiving a small nod from Matt in reply. I skip my way downstairs to his bedroom and push the door open without even knocking.

I found Chris hunched in his gaming chair, eyes locked on the screen in front of him, with his headset over both ears. He must've not heard me and Nick come in. I sneakily crawled up behind him, placing my two hands on his shoulders.

He jumped out of his skin but instantly relaxed when he realised it was my touch. "Heyyy, you're back," He says, taking his headset off and standing up to place a delicate kiss on my lips and wrap his long arms around my torso.

"Wanna see it?" I ask, jumping out from his embrace. I can't help the smile from returning onto my face, feeling the dopamine course through my veins.

I once again turned to show him my tattoo before even earning his reply to my question. After a few moments of silence, I turn back around, worried about what expression I'd find on his face.

"Do you... like it?" I hesitatantly ask. However, his expression doesn't falter except that he's now looking into my eyes.

"Do I like it?" He repeats, taking slow but profound steps towards me, filling my surroundings entirely with his presence. "I fucking love it, it's so sexy," he whispers, now standing face to face with me.

He connects his palm to the side of my face and guides me closer to him, connecting our lips. Our kiss was passionate and meaningful until it wasn't. His lips roughly crashed into mine again, his tongue slipping in and out of my mouth with ease.

"Y'gonna let me fuck you and look at your new tattoo, hm?" He mutters, barely separating himself from me. I whine in return, letting him know that I need it more than he could imagine.

As he continues to bite and suck at my sore lips, his hands roam my body, slowly peeling off layers of my clothes. I'm eventually left in just my underwear, which he doesn't hesitate to discard, alongside the rest of my clothes.

"Ass up, face down, baby," he orders, quickly discarding his own clothes, littering them on the floor until we're equally as bare. I moved onto the centre on his bed, doing just what he asked; pressing my face into his mattress and arching my back so that my ass was in the air.

"You're so fucking hot," he groans, coming up behind me. I feel him grip my hips tightly before placing a few firm slaps on my ass, eleciting some yelps and moans from me.

Without warning, he slams his entire length into me, making me scream into the sheets. "Y'gotta be quiet baby, can't have Matt or Nick know how much you love my cock,"

My moans grow louder and louder as he ruthlessly rams me from behind, hitting that amazing spot that makes me feel like I'm in heaven.

"Sh-it, Chr-is, too mu-ch," I moan and whimper between his thrusts. His hands fall from my hips and move to my hair, gathering it together, forming a makeshift ponytail.

He yanks on my hair, pulling me up from the mattress, and sticks our two sweaty bodies together as he continues his solid pace.

"Fuck- you're so beautiful, love your new tattoo... looks so fuckin' good," he grunts. I feel my end drawing near, and with a few more harsh thrusts, I feel my orgasm crash over me. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my pussy squeezes around his cock, begging for him to also finish. "..love how tight you are f'me, mh,"

He let's go of my hair, making me flop down back onto the mattress, and his hands find their way back to my hips, roughly grabbing them. He somehow snaps his hips even faster, making my second orgasm fast approaching. The headboard of the bed is banging against the wall, and there's no hiding what is happening anymore.

He snakes one of his hands around me, reaching over to my clit, rubbing it viciously. At this stage I've lost all self control and I release my fluids all over his cock for a second of time.

"Fuck! Just like that, come on my cock," He moans, filling me with his own release. His movements begin to slow, but he continues moving his hips, fucking his cum into me.

I feel him pull his limp cock out of me and stare at his work of art; our mixed fluids dripping out of my pussy and onto the sheets. The only sound heard now is our heavy breathing, which is desperately trying to return to normal.

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After a few hours filled with cuddling and laughter, Chris and I decided to scavenge the kitchen for any food we could find, but as soon as we came up the stairs Matt and Nick stare at us from the couch.

"You could've just said you liked her new tattoo,we didn't all have to hear it," Matt grimaces, standing up and leaving, with Nick trailing his footsteps shortly after.

"Well... at least you know?" Chris jokes, turning to me. We break into laughter, and the rest of the night is filled with the same laughter and love.

a/n; this is definitely better than the last fic i posted lmaoo, also my requests r open so feel free to leave some ideas! hope u enjoyed this, love you all <33

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[shirefantasies]

LoTR Characters When They Accidentally Walk in on You Changing (GN!Reader)

I love this scenario it’s so funny every time to me 😆

Warnings: bit suggestive at times

Aragorn

The ranger spun around as quickly as he'd entered, reeling so as not to face you even though all you'd done thus far was remove your coat and bare your feet to the room's open air. "My apologies," Aragorn remarked as he turned. "You assume that I would ask you to leave," you countered as the man took his first booted step away, prompting him to tentatively face you once more. "Would you not?" He asked, head tilted faintly in a hint of confusion. Questioning. "I trust you," you simply whispered in response, taking your own strides to cross the distance between you both.

Legolas

Shrugging off layer after layer, you exhaled in relief as air hit the exposed skin of your back. Leaning further, you reached forward to retrieve the lighter garment you were replacing yourself with. Before your fingers could curl and close around the soft material, the creak of the door behind you struck your ears. Turning, you started and gave a cry of shock, darting behind the rack dangling your new clothes and tugging them over your bare chest. Your wide eyes were met with the sight of Legolas in the doorway, his body whirling around even faster than yours had. “My apologies,” he told you hastily, “I did not know.” “I know,” you replied with a shaky laugh, well aware that if anyone were to peep at you it certainly wouldn’t be the elf prince, “The apology is mine. I, after all, am sorry you had to see that.” Legolas’s head tilted ever so slightly back your way at that, revealing what looked to be a dusting of pink upon his cheeks. “Don’t be,” he said.

Boromir

You had inadvertently made the decision to peel off your entire remaining clothing right as Boromir had walked in. Back to the door, you were only alerted to a presence when his voice rang out behind you. "Oh, is that what we are doing?" It was then that you swiveled on your heels, removed layer clutched against your chest and hanging down to your legs, to see Boromir unlacing his own tunic, beginning to reveal more and more of his chest. Time froze as thickly as your body, which was rendered all but unable to move in the shock of it all. "Wait, what do you mean?" At that, the man before you stopped, fingers pausing and hand steadying to reach out your way. "I'm sorry. Perhaps I misread the signs. Leaned a bit too far into my own wishes... I will depart if you ask it of me." "And if I do not?" You teased, still stood firmly in place.

Gimli

“Oh! Oh! My stars! I had no idea!” Probably against your better judgment and definitely out of pure reflex, you swiveled around toward the voice at your back. Giving a very wide-eyed, jaw-dropped Gimli a full frontal view of you in your undergarments rather than just the sight of you bent over. Your own lips parted in a gasp of shock as your gazes locked, neither body moving an inch. “Would it be better or worse if I told you you looked nice?” Chuckling, you finally broke form, body relaxing as you shook your head with a smile. “Alright, off with you,” you told him, waving a hand, but judging by Gimli’s smile, he saw right through your teasing.

Frodo

Pushing the curtain aside, you reached for where your fresh clothing hung, only for your heart to drop and flip rapidly back up again at the sight of Frodo on the other side, his tunic freshly peeled off to reveal his bare torso. With a squeak of surprise, you ducked back behind the curtain just as the hobbit’s wide blue eyes met yours. “I’m sorry,” you apologized, “Merry told me it would be alright if I dressed in this room.” “That’s strange,” you heard Frodo reply, catching the silhouette of his head tilting in confusion, flushing at the way his curls kissed the nape of his neck, “He told me the same. What a scamp! The apology should be his and his alone.” “Well,” tensing you paused for just a moment before venturing your reply, “I am not so upset with him.” “No?” Frodo sounded surprised, but pleasantly. “Me neither. The company is nice. And out of everyone I am glad it was you.” “As am I, Frodo.”

Sam

“Here Mr. Frodo, try this one on for size, it’s a mite shorter-” “Mr. Frodo? Not quite,” you shot back, ducking behind a bed in the room so only your head to shoulders showed. “Oh,” Sam exclaimed, whirling around instantaneously, “I’m sorry! I’m not a peeper, honest I didn’t mean to!” Despite the embarrassing predicament, you couldn’t resist letting the chuckle rising in your chest to escape at Sam’s words. “I know you, Sam. I know you wouldn’t. Now go, off to give Frodo his shirt!” “Oh,” the hobbit flushed, glancing once more at your ducked form before scurrying out the door, “Right.”

Merry

“Oh!” You heard Merry before you saw him, turning around to see he who made the exclamation doing the very same. “I had no idea,” the hobbit apologized, his back to you, “They said I could change in here, so I just-” “It’s fine,” you chuckled, pulling your new outfit on, “In fact, you are being quite the gentleman. Far more, I suspect, than many others in your army would be.” “Of course,” Merry replied, this time much more jovially, “I wouldn’t look unless you told me to. …Wait, that is to say…. I only mean that, well…” “I’ll tell you to if that shocks your mind back into place,” you teased him.

Pippin

A scream rang out from both of you as you swiveled around, tunic clutched in one hand and only undergarments on your person, to face a wide-eyed Pippin, who immediately turned tail and ran. Hastily throwing on your clothes, you made your way back out, where he rapidly shed apologies. “I didn’t know. Honest. I truly had no idea.” “I know,” you told him, resting a hand on his shoulder, the way his gaze tracked that motion unable to escape your notice, “I’m sorry you had to see that.” “I’m not.” Realization immediately crossed Pippin’s face, dropping his expression back into one of pure shock. “Wait. Well, I guess I just mean I don’t want you to think you look bad, because you don’t. You really don’t. But I certainly wouldn’t-” Smiling, you cut him off. “I know what you mean.”

Faramir

“H-hello?” The stuttering entreaty had you leaning, poking your head from the other side of the curtain you changed behind. Faramir. His eyes widened, clearly taken aback at the sight of you, even if all he could see was your head and one shoulder. “Oh!” He spoke your name softly as he glanced to the floor. “I will come back when you’re finished.” “Did you need something?” You asked, hands tightly gripping the curtain you hid behind. “My cloak was hanging on the other side of the room, but really, I can wait.” “Nonsense.” Letting go, you disappeared behind the veil, moving deliberately in case Faramir could see your silhouette. It seemed he could, too, for when you popped back out and dangled his coat for him, his face was quite red indeed.

Eomer

“How many times did must I remind you to- oh.” Eomer’s teasing tone dropped as soon as he found himself looking upon not the form of his expected comrade but rather of you. You as you had just removed a pair of trousers, leaving half of you clad only in undergarments and not the most of them you could have been, frankly. His smile alternately dropped and raised again, eyes trying and failing to demagnetize from the sight of your skin bared before him. You were frozen, too, looking into his hazel eyes questioningly, brows furrowing before the rose in silent inquiry. “Apologies,” Eomer told you, finally moving to incline his head, “But may I say what nice legs you have?”

Eowyn

“I’m sorry!” Eowyn apologized as soon as she stepped into the room, but you stopped her with a shake of your head. “Worry not, I’m still fully dressed! Beside that, I could actually use your help.” “Oh?” Facing you entirely, Eowyn’s golden brows rose. “Yes?” “This clasp always sticks,” you told her, back still partially turned to her, “Would you mind?” “Of course not,” she answered with a full, radiant smile. Her fingers were soft against the exposing skin of your back; you found yourself exhaling a small sigh beneath the sensation of her touch, muscles relaxing…. “It- it is loose now, isn’t it?” Almost starting, you shook free from your reverie as the fabric slid down your chest and shoulders. “Ah, yes it is. Thank you.” “Anytime I can help.” Was it your imagination or had her smile grown even wider?

Haldir

Fortunately for you, the door swung open before you had even fully unfastened the armor about your shoulders. Your head turned more to track the sound than anything else, a smile rising to your face when you met Haldir’s eyes. It was he who spoke first. “I can help you,” he suggested, sweeping some golden hair from his shoulders. Nodding, you moved again, this time to face him with your back, where you felt the gentle touch of hands upon the fastens of your steel. Weight dropped from your body as Haldir worked, finally leaving you in faintly sweat-soaked fabrics. The warmth left you at this point as Haldir stepped back, palms still bared. “I leave you here,” he told you with a small smile. “But you did so well with the rest,” you quipped back, chuckling at the elf’s flustered look when he disappeared out the door.

Galadriel

“Oh, are you changing, too?” Tilting her head at your words, Galadriel moved quietly closer, eyes fixed on yours. Never darting downward. “You have no concern for the intrusion.” Said like a statement yet clearly posing a question. Shrugging off your upper layer to nearly bare your chest, you tilt your head back at the golden-haired elf. “Have you not seen this all in your mind? I was under the impression there was little privacy in Lothlórien,” you answered simply. At that, Galadriel’s lips tugged upward, her fair brows raising too. “Not in such regards. Such things are to be kept,” she answered, “However, I must confess I have seen this before, though only in the mind’s machinations of desire.”

Elrond

Screaming the moment the intrusion began, you pelted a pair of stockings at the offender, only to feel the blood drain from your face at the sight of Lord Elrond himself with your underthings draped unceremoniously upon his shoulder, one bit even dangling off a corner of his silver circlet. “My Lord, I- I-” “I understand,” Elrond cut you off, clearly suppressing laughter, the corners of his lips tugging upward even as he fought them, “You have every right to defend yourself, and might I say quite the reflexes? I leave you in peace, of course,” he told you, hands raised and blue eyes never leaving yours, just as you would have expected of the Lord of Rivendell.

Arwen

Clothing slowly fell off your body, each piece abandoned upon the nearest rock. Warm springs rushed at your side, beckoning you with the faint steam curling from their waters. Lost in the feeling of fabric sliding off your shoulder, you had not heard the footsteps, not until they were accompanied by a soft “oh”. Arms crossing over your chest, you hurried toward the water, warmth encasing you and rising to your already heated cheeks. Relief flooded your body, though, exhaling throughout you when you saw it was Arwen. Her eyes met yours as you sunk in deeper, then stood fully again, a flicker of hope swimming in the blue therein. A nod was all it took from you for her hand to begin working fabric off her own shoulders, lips curling faintly upward.

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PUPPY PLAY ›› MYUNG JAEHYUN

your boyfriend tends to be possessive, having to remind him of who’s truly in charge within your relationship.

pairing myung jaehyun x afab!reader

genre smut, subtle fluff, idol x non idol

warnings unprotected sex (use condoms!), possessive jaehyun, hair pulling, biting, slapping, degradation, puppy play, sub!jaehyun, cum eating, edging, i love making boys cry

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Jaehyun had a possessive personality which never bothered you, actually finding it extremely adorable; especially when he clung to your arm as if someone would come snatch you at any moment.

The two of you were positioned comfortably together on the couch, your fingers raking through his dark colored locks as you scrolled through your phone. Quietly shared time such as this was the common affection the two of you shared after Jaehyun got home from schedules, the other members busy playing games in the other dorm. Taesan walked through the front door, giving him a small greeting as he walked past the couch to the kitchen, grabbing a drink and making his way to the couch. He unsuccessfully attempted to sit on the edge of the couch, Jaehyun nudging him off, giggling softly knowing he was more than likely cutely glaring at Taesan for sitting in his words, “too close” to you. The members knew Jaehyun’s personality which only made teasing him more enticing for them.

“Come on hyung, let me sit there too.” Taesan faux whined, trying to push Jaehyun who smacked his hands away.

“No. Go away.”

“Hyung.”

“I said go away.”

Listening to them bicker, you tell them both to settle down, Jaehyun giving Taesan a quick last glare before turning himself so that his face laid against your chest, purposely making sure Taesan couldn’t sit with the two of you. Giving Jaehyun a ruffle of his hair, Taesan decides to give up on teasing him and bid the two of you goodbye before running off to the other dorm leaving the two of you alone in the dorm again. He lifts his head up to look at you glancing away from your phone to give him your attention not being able to hide the amused expression on your face due to his own annoyed expression.

“Yes, lovely?” You asked, placing the right side of his face into the palm of your hand, your fingers scratching behind his ear.

Jaehyun doesn’t say anything at first, giving you exaggerated sighs as his bottom lip stuck out adorably in a pout. Dropping his head into your chest he mumbled something, having to lift him up to get him to repeat himself, firmly telling him to talk to you.

“You’re mine.” He grumbles, his big brown eyes in a deep scowl.

“I know baby, all yours.” You reassure him, giving his rosy cheeks several kisses across them.

Jaehyun whines as you accidentally push your knee into his crotch, raising your eyebrow as you do it again this time intentionally. He whines, his eyes fluttering as he raises his head up to look up at you.

“Is the puppy mad that he wasn’t the center of attention, hm?” You mockingly asked, repositioning him so that he’d sit comfortably on your lap, slipping your hand under his hoodie. Giving a small slap against his bare thigh he nods whining that you’re all his, rolling your eyes with a chuckle, yanking him down into a kiss. It starts off slow before it begins to precipitously grow heated, holding Jaehyun close to you allowing him to touch your chest. It’s cute feeling the way he rapidly loses any sense of control over the situation, his kisses turning sloppy as he begins to rut against your lap like he’s in heat.

With a yank on his necklace you pull him impossibly closer, encouraging him to help himself out of his oversized shirt. Embarrassment across his cheeks as he slowly strips himself from his clothes, going to cover himself with his arms. It doesn’t work, moving his hands out of the way and cooing over how pretty he looked. Choosing to ignore his dick twitching at the praises given to him by you, you meanly wrap your hand around the base of it. Giving it a few strokes in a leisurely pace you tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth watching Jaehyun’s face scrunch up in contentment. Locking eyes you lean in for a kiss, nipping at his lips loving how he yelps like a puppy, beginning to quicken the pace of your strokes. It sent shivers up your spin listening to his tiny noises, feeling him twitch in your hand letting go of his dick after several quickened pumps.

“Mmpft,” Jaehyun whines into your mouth, upset that you were edging him this early on, his pretty mouth hanging open whilst his fingers curl so gently around your upper thighs. He wanted, no, he more so needed more and he’d beg if it meant he’d receive it. Tipping his head back Jaehyun whines again louder this time, fingers clawing at your legs as he speaks.

“More,” there’s a small pause as he sits back up, attempting and failing to get your hand back around him. “Mmpft, please why did you stop?”

Glaring at him through your eyelashes, you sit straight and yank him by the necklace, watching his eyes blow wide in anticipation.

“You want to be bossy and ask for more, you’ll get absolutely nothing. Do you understand me?”

He nods, profusely apologizing while being more than sure to promise that he won’t get carried away again. It’s adorable how obedient he gets with little to no hesitation, giving him several scratches under his chin before focusing on his dick. The head is an angry shade of red, Jaehyun having to sink his teeth into his own hand to stop himself from cumming, smirking at his reactions. Sweat glossed his skin as he focused solely on not spilling over your hands, tears pricking his eyes as you stroked him then stopped ruining the pending orgasm that begged to be released from him. It was agonizing for him feeling the knot in his abdomen loosen before knotting itself back into place, his hands shaking trying to find anything to properly hold on to.

“Please, want to cum.” Jaehyun sweetly begs, his sweat matted bangs sticking to his face, having to hold yourself back from acting out your cute aggressions on him.

“Yeah? Puppy wants to cum, hm? Do you deserve to, do you?” Your voice is taunting, the faux cooing making Jaehyun’s head spin, so lost in his head he nods. However that’s not a proper answer, gaining a sharp slap across his dick making his eyes blow huge, cumming onto your thighs.

He realizes what he’s done, staring at your thighs in horror before raising his head up to look at you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry.” He’s panicked, staring at his mess knowing he was to be punished for not obeying his no cumming rule. A sigh escapes your lips as you consider his punishment, petting his hair as you push him down by the back of his neck.

“Lick. Clean up your mess.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Jaehyun diligently sticks out his tongue lapping up his own cum off your thighs. The taste grossed him out, his eyes scrunching in disgust but he made the mess and it was only fair for him to clean up properly. He knew this. Quickly swallowing he waits until you ask if he cleaned up well, nodding as you lifted him back up to inspect. He’s met with a passing grade, giving him a kiss to sweeten the punishment, a satisfied hum vibrating in his throat. He knows that he’s not fully in the clear yet he didn’t mind it, listening as you told him to lay back so his head rested against the couch’s arm rest. Fixing the blanket to ensure the couch wouldn’t get ruined, you wrapped your hand around the head of his dick. Your palm rested directly against the tip, smirking as you moved it down so that you could begin rubbing the slit with your thumb - - pushing slightly into it making him flinch.

“It hurts,” Jaehyun whines, telling him to shush or you’d leave him here to help himself. That is enough to make him pipe down watching you intently as you continued your hand down his full length before back up and stopping just below the head. It was evident Jaehyun was losing composure from already cumming once, his eyes racing around to focus on your face, your hand, the ceiling as you gave him these dragged out strokes. This continued for several more minutes until you dropped him from your hand, telling him to help you out of your pajama pants, his shaky hands fumbling with the fabric making you giggle at him. He blushes at the degradation of you accusing him of being useless, his dick instantly twitching seeing you had nothing underneath your pants. Climbing onto his lap and adjusting yourself, you reach down with one hand to guide his dick to your pussy, teasing him by only rubbing against him.

“Does that feel good, Puppy?”

Jaehyun doesn’t reply at first, only giving a gentle moan of agreement which turns into a second moan much louder than the first as you sink down onto him. Placing your hands against his chest to balance yourself onto the small couch, you lift your hips and then sink back down, shivering at the feeling of his filling you with ease. It was amusing how decently big he was yet was your prefect subby bottom; you had to teach him how to use his size to perfect use. Pulling all your focus to Jaehyun and out of your thoughts, you gradually started to quicken your pace, riding him as he threw his head back, moans flowing from him like a faucet. Grabbing his wrist you lift it up so that he’d grope your chest over your shirt. A dissatisfied grunt comes from him as he locates the bottom hem of the shirt and helps yank it off your body, exposing your chest for himself. Breathing sharply through your nose from his delicate fingers pinching and rolling your nipples makes your head spin pleasantly, clenching around him as if saying thank you. A surprised sound comes from you as Jaehyun wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you down to him, wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples. His mouth is hot as it’s wet, his tongue swirling around the aroused bud, your pussy growing wetter from it. It’s growing harder to keep him in check as he’s abusing your nipples, trying to focus on riding him, pulling any dominance out of you to use against him.

Grabbing a fist full of his hair, you pull his head back, the nipple in between his teeth being pulled with him, the release making your body spasm in pleasure.

“Fuck, Puppy,” you groan, giving his hair a painful tug. “You’re such a bad boy.”

He opens his mouth to protest your claims with an angry scowl but it softens into a little smile as you work his dick with your pussy, his tiny frame shaking underneath yours. The second orgasm was nearing and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold himself back (not as if he even managed to with the first) his hands digging into your biceps.

Jaehyun couldn’t focus anymore, the erotic sounds of his dick pushing in and out of your pussy, how warm you felt wrapped around him as well as the way you made subtle noises while you worked him, it was becoming an unbearable struggle for him to hold himself back from cumming in you. The tears that’ve been pricking in the corners of his eyes evolved into full tears, streaming down the sides of his face as he babbled about wanting to cum.

“What do good puppies do, baby?” You shakily ask, close to your own orgasm, making it quite difficult for you to keep yourself together.

Swallowing back his tears, Jaehyun looks into your eyes, your pussy tightening seeing his big eyes glossy and swimming in hot tears.

“Cum. Please, may I cum, please?” Another short pause as he tries to subside his tears. “I’ll be such a good boy.”

You pretend to ponder the decision, having to hide your smirk as he begins to whine in between tears and moans, telling him to quiet down whilst smoothing the hair against his forehead back.

“Are you going to be a good boy?”

He nods. Apologizing as he verbally agrees, a pained expression on his face from holding back his orgasm, kissing his forehead sweetly as you trail them down until you get to his ear.

“Cum for me, Puppy, fill me up like the good boy you are.”

Jaehyun’s reaction is nearly immediate as he moans loudly (wondering if the other members upstairs heard his desperation) clinging to your shoulders as he cums into your warm pussy. His shaking body clings onto you for a moment before giving up and collapsing back into the couch, panting as he fails to open his eyes. You lean plant kisses on his cheek, lifting your hips up slowly before doing the same but downwards, Jaehyun shaking his head.

“Mm, too sensitive, it hurts.”

“Are you the one in charge, pup?” You questioned, Jaehyun whimpering pathetically replying with a soft, “no ma’am.”

However, the sensitivity coursing through your own veins from your orgasm saves him from having to endure a third orgasm from the overstimulation, telling him to stay inside. The two of you lay there for a few before encouraging him to pull out, a shared sigh ripping from the both of you, stumbling to collect your blankets and walk to the bedroom.

Aftercare was more important to you than the sex, having Jaehyun nurse a water bottle as you started the shower for you to share, giggling as you helped him in. He leans against you, watching his chest rise and fall as he tried to get a hold of himself, still fucked out in a daze.

“I love you, my Puppy.” You cooed, massaging his strawberry scented shampoo into his hair, his content sighs filling the room.

“I love you more.” Jaehyun replied, rolling your eyes with a smile as his hands began to wander your body.

“You want more already? What a puppy slut..” you teased, Jaehyun turning a bright tomato red as he tried to deny the allegations against him. However, the way his dick laid rock hard against his lower abdomen, it was more than obvious he was horny again. Turning around and leaning against the cold shower wall, you use your fingers to spread your pussy open for him to see, you watch him from over your shoulder.

“Going to fuck me like a good Puppy?”

Jaehyun lights up, not giving any hesitation as he pushes into you.

Puppy.. maybe he’s more of a bunny the way he wants to breed you..

Your chest rubs against the cool wall making shivers run throughout your body, praising him for behaving so well.

It was going to be a long night and you apologize to the members in your head for the things they might hear from the two of you tonight.

“Such a good boy,” you moan, losing yourself in the moment.

You were obsessed.

Damn puppy boys.

[ashisgreedy]

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

“Camera Shy”

Tags: SMUT 18+ MDNI | Established Relationship | Just p0rn| Dominate/Sadistic!Theo | Biting | Fingering | Recording the act | Rough Sex (reader is flexible ig lol) | Multi Os | Creampie | All Chars over 18+ |

WC: 2,372

You hear three knocks on your bedroom door. His 5-minute warning he’d sent via text had been accurate down to the minute. Your heart raced to see him after the hour-long sexting spree you two just had while he was at an obligatory dinner.

You open the door and see his expressionless eyes pierce into yours. He steps inside with his usual swagger and wraps his arm around your waist. He slams the door behind him as his lips crash into yours. The scent of cigarettes and ash envelopes you. You wrap your arms around him but the sudden force at which you are shoved into the wall stops all action.

Theo pulls away from the kiss, ghosting his mouth down your jawline. “I missed you.” His words are a whisper on your skin. “I can’t believe you had the guts to send a video like that, full audio, knowing damn well I was in public.” He licked your skin, nibbling down the column of your neck. “I need you, now.”

You gathered that much, what with how eager he was the second he walked into the door. “Then have me.” You answer him.

Teeth sink into your neck while hands trail down over your torso. His hand cups your ass, letting out a low groan.

Eager hands palm your torso, rough and possessive. Your blouse is unbuttoned halfway before it's yanked over your head. He captures your bottom lip between his teeth before shoving his tongue into the heated kiss.

“You have such a beautiful body," He murmurs, running his fingers along the edge of your bra. One strap falls down your shoulder, zealous hands cupping your breasts. He squeezes and rubs, teasingly avoiding your hardening nipples. "And it's all mine to enjoy, isn't it?”

With one hand, he skillfully unclasps your bra. The garment goes slack and the straps slide down your arms. It falls to the floor and Theo lets out a gruff sound at the sight.

Your breath hitches as his fingers tease your nipples. “Yes…” you whisper. “I’m all yours.”

He pinches the soft peaks, watching your face twist in pleasure. His hips pressing firmly against yours keep you flush against the wall. You press back, adding friction to his hardening cock.

“You’re mine.” He says in a way like he's daring you to argue. His face is so close that his nose presses into yours. “You’re all mine.” He tries to maintain eye contact with you no matter what direction you look. One hand slowly moves down between your thighs.

“Yours…” You say, letting out a whimper when his hand rubs your core over your pajama shorts.

“Spread them, spread them, come on.” He demands.

You open your legs wider for him, losing some height as you do. “Like this?”

He slips his warm hand down the front of your shorts and panties, gliding his fingers down your slick slit. “Perfect.” He presses his forehead into yours. “You’re soaked.” His voice was laced with cockiness. “Were you this wet when you were playing with yourself on video?” He teased. You shook your head ‘no’ and he circled his fingers over your clit. “I want to see what is mine.”

It was easy for him to push your shorts and panties down. The cloth pooled at your ankles. “What do you want me to do?” You ask, catching his intense stare.

“Get on the bed.” He finally backs away to give you a chance to move. His eyes are still locked onto you, like a predator ready to pounce.

A couple steps and you're sitting on the plush mattress. The cool air from the fan makes you feel a bit shy being the only naked person in the room.

Theo gives you a seductive smile, nodding in approval. “Lay back, present yourself to me.” He demands.

You avert your eyes and do as he asks, opening your legs for him to see. “Like thi-”

“Wider.” He cuts you off. “Don’t be shy now that I’m in the room with you.”

A flush of heat washes over you as you actively open your legs wider for him. Your heart raced as he walked closer, eyes glued on your intimate display.

“Better.” He said. “Now touch yourself like you were in that video.”

You swallow thickly and reach down between your legs. You were wetter than you realized. “I want you to touch me…” You say, gliding your finger along your slit.

Theo takes out his phone and points it at your cunt. “Oh, I will.”

“What are you doing?” You ask, moving to close your legs when you hear the telltale sound of the phone recording start.

He grabbed one of your knees and pushed until you were open for him again. “I want to make my own video.” He rubbed your thigh slowly. “Now do as I said, darling.”

He moved the camera to show your face and your blush deepened. He recorded himself rubbing and flicking your nipple until you flinched. You were panting, breathing faster with every moment that passed.

“More…” You said. When his hand moved to your opposing breast, he pinched the sensitive nub. You moaned at the sensation sending pleasureable shockwaves through your body.

“Fuck, amore mio.” He whispered. The camera lens followed his finger on its journey down your stomach between your spread legs. You’d played with yourself like he asked, but nothing compared to the sensation of his touch.

His phone grew closer as he parted your folds, capturing how slick you were on film. His digit traced your asshole and you inhaled sharply as butterflies rushed into your stomach.

“Theo.” You groaned, tired of being teased.

He dragged his gaze back up to your face. “What?” He said, using his hand to cup your cunt. “Tell me what you want. Beg for me so this video is worth rewatching.”

You licked your lips “Don’t show this video to anyone…”

A curious smile grew on his face. “You think I’d do that?” He leaned in. “I can’t even stand another guy glancing your way, there's no way in hell I’d show anyone this video.”

You nodded in understanding and slowly began to grind your hips against his palm. “Please…” You bit your lip and looked away from the camera when he brought it to your face. “Please… um.. finger me.”

Theo looked down with a concentrated look and managed two fingers into your entrance. He immediately curled them against your gspot and roughly finger fucked you.

“Fuck!” You cried out, your legs closing involuntarily.

“Open your fucking legs.” He demanded, camera on your pussy while he fingered the hell out of you.

The lack of build-up made you see stars. You tried your best to spread your legs again but the intensity of the sensation made you writhe instead. “I can’t! I.. oh gods!” Your moans filled the room and Theo’s ministrations only got more intense.

You could hear your ever-growing wetness the faster he went. The veins in his forearm stood out as he used more of his strength to bring you to a sudden orgasm.

“AH!” You screamed, the sensation rocketing through your body. You arched while waves of electric pleasure pulsed through every nerve you had. You were acutely aware of how loud you were being but you literally saw stars and couldn’t be bothered to care.

He removed his fingers just as roughly and set the phone down on the bed. “That was beautiful, Amore.” His belt clunk to the ground.

You gasped, sucking in air while your heart pounded in your chest. “What the fuck.” You managed to say. He only stood naked before you for a second before he slid onto the bed, scooping your legs under his arms.

The position had your legs resting on his shoulders while his cock prodded your entrance. He grabbed his phone again, not worried about the angle this time “Beg for it, beg for my cock.” He demanded.

“I'm still catching my breath. I-”

“Beg, you need my cock, you need to feel full. Beg for it.” He growled, his face rubbing against yours.

“Theo!” Your legs shook at the new angle. “Fuck… fuck! Give me your cock. Please! Please I want it.”

“Hm.” He growled. His teeth nipped at your cheek and ear.

“Please!” You began again, feeling his cock slide along your slit. “Please. Theo, fuck me. Please fuck me. I need it.”

He didn’t oblige and instead sucked at the skin on your neck creating a hickey mark. His fit body moved in a subtle thrusting rhythm.

You whimpered. “Fuc- PLEASE! I want to feel full, I want… I want to feel your cum dripping out of me.”

He groaned against your neck and let up on the patch he was sucking with a pop. “You want my cum, baby?” He asked, still rutting against your pussy.

“Yes! And I want you to record it dripping out of me. Please, please, Theo.”

He was happy with this and used one hand to guide his cock to your entrance. “Shit…” He slowly pressed inside you. “How are you still so fucking tight?” He moaned when he sank all the way inside. “You were made to be fucked by me.” He kissed you roughly before continuing. “You were made for me. I know you crave a rough fuck. Tell me. Say it.”

“Yes, yes.” You nod, feeling a swirl of overstimulation from the hard orgasm you’d just had. “I like it rough.” You agreed. “Please fuck me, please.”

Theo sat up, letting your legs drop, and set his phone to the side. He moved back down closer to your face and started thrusting harshly. You wrapped your legs around him, aiding him to fuck you even harder. His biceps flexed as he held himself up above you.

With each thrust, you felt yourself slide more and more up the bed. It was too much, yet it felt like pure bliss. Your eyes shut while his cock hit just the right spot inside to make you scream. His moans, mixed with yours, began to grow in volume.

“Will you come for me again, amore? Hm? Do you have it in you?” He asked. His knees dug harder into the bed as he held your shoulders so you’d stop sliding away.

He was out of breath, just as you were. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his brown waves began to stick to his skin. His thrusts were getting sloppy while his skin heated up.

You needed a bit of encouragement to come like he asked, so you reached down and rubbed your clit as best as you could with the heavy thrusting your boyfriend was doing.

Your toes tingled and your vision blurred. Theo breathed like he was running a marathon while your head pressed back into the mattress. You pinched your eyes shut as another body-shaking orgasm rushed through you.

“Yes, baby, yes. Come on my cock. Fucking hell.” He encouraged.

As your body pulsed with pleasure, he lifted himself up at a new angle. He gave a few more pumps before he was moaning your name, gasping at the intensity of the climax. He grabbed your breasts while his cock pulsed inside you.

A few seconds passed before he collapsed back down on you. His arms wrapped around you protectively while he caught his breath. You hugged him tight, lips kissing every part of him that was close enough to you.

Several minutes passed and his softening cock was still inside you. He finally pulled back enough to kiss your lips. His kisses were a series of short pecks while he smiled down at you. “So pretty.” He kissed you once more before looking around the bed. He spotted his phone and he checked the screen, it was still recording from what you saw.

He took a deep breath and pushed his hair off his face. “Okay, amore mio. One last thing. Stay still.” He asked, his voice much more calm than it had been all night.

He kissed the back of your hand before backing away. The camera moved down to where you were connected. Carefully, Theo pulled out. You hissed at the feeling but breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally out.

He helped ease your legs back open with one hand. “Relax, babe.” He said, pressing his hand on your lower stomach.

You did as he said, and relaxed. You could feel the warmth begin to pool between your legs within a second. Theo bit his lip and moved the camera closer. His cum oozed out of your spent hole and dripped down onto the bed. He used his finger and gently coaxed more out. “So good.” He praised. “That's what you wanted, right, darling?”

You nodded slowly. “Yes…” Your legs trembled.

Finally, you heard the tone of the video being stopped. You relaxed and watched as Theo dropped the phone onto the nightstand. He then scooped you back up into his arms, a small satisfied smile on his face. His kisses were endless as his hand rubbed your back.

It wasn’t long before your shower suggestion was taken into consideration and you two shared a nice warm soak in the bath together afterward. It helped ease any sore muscles that may arise by morning and gave you two more time to cuddle one another close.

“What are you going to do with that video.” You finally asked as the bubbles in the bath began to dissipate.

Theo opened his eyes and looked at you with amusement. “I’m going to watch it every day for the rest of my life.”

“Shut up,” You laughed, splashing him with the sudsy water.

He laughed, wiping the water off his face. “It’s true! And maybe, we can make more in the future.” He winked playfully and kissed your cheek.

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Thanks for reading! I don’t know much about Theo yet but I was… in need.

[woozinhos]

hi could you please write jealous!yunho? i think i'm obsessed with that man help 😭😭

as a yunho bias anon I actually love you so much honestly

The party was in full swing, with music blaring and people dancing and drinking all around you. You were enjoying yourself, laughing and chatting with friends, when you suddenly felt a strong hand on your waist.

You turned to see Yunho standing behind you, his expression dark and possessive. He had a drink in one hand, and his grip on your waist was firm, almost bruising.

"We need to talk," he said, his voice low and gruff. "Now."

Yunho led you away from the crowd and into the nearest bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you. He turned to face you, his eyes burning with jealousy and desire.

"What were you doing out there?" he demanded, taking a step closer to you. "Who were you talking to?"

You could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles were taut and his jaw clenched. He was clearly upset, but you weren't quite sure why.

"I was just talking to some friends," you said, trying to sound nonchalant. "We were just having a conversation."

Yunho let out a scoff, shaking his head.

"You were flirting with them," he accused, his eyes narrowing. "I saw the way they were looking at you."

You rolled your eyes, trying to brush off his accusations.

"I wasn't flirting with anyone," you insisted. "You're just being paranoid."

But Yunho wasn't having it. He took another step closer, backing you up against the wall.

"Don't lie to me," he growled, his body pressed up against yours. "I saw the way they were checking you out, eyeing you like a piece of meat."

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Yunho pinned you against the wall, his body trapping you in place. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every inch of you.

"You're mine," he said firmly, his hands coming up to grip your hips. "And I don't want anyone else looking at you like that. You belong to me, and only me."

Yunho spun you around, pushing your body against the wall. You could feel his hard chest against your back, his breath hot on your neck.

He pressed his hips against yours, trapping you between him and the wall. You could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against your ass, and it sent a shiver of anticipation through you.

Yunho leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

"You're going to learn your lesson," he murmured, his hands roaming over your body. "You're going to learn who you belong to, and you're going to learn it right here, right now."

Yunho's hands moved to your hips, gripping the waistband of your panties. Without warning, he tore them off, the sound of the fabric ripping filling the small bathroom.

You gasped, a mixture of surprise and arousal flooding through you. Yunho had always been rough with you in bed, but this was a new level of possessiveness and dominance.

"There," he said, tossing the torn panties aside. "Now you're all mine, completely bare and exposed for me."

He ran his hands over your now-bare skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He nipped at your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and bites down your shoulder.

Yunho's hands fumbled with the buttons of his pants, his movements hurried and desperate. He was clearly as eager as you were, his need to claim you taking over completely.

Finally, he managed to pull his pants down just enough to free his cock, which was already rock hard and straining against his boxers.

Yunho pressed himself against you again, his hard length rubbing against your bare ass. You could feel the heat of his body, the way he was trembling with need.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing along your shoulder. "So perfect, all mine to take and claim."

Yunho didn't waste any time. He gripped your hips tightly, positioning himself at your entrance. Without warning, he thrust into you, burying himself to the hilt in one swift movement.

You cried out, your body stretching to accommodate his size. He felt even bigger than usual, his cock filling you up completely and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Yunho groaned, his head falling forward as he savored the feeling of being inside you. He stayed still for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size, before he began to move.

His thrusts were hard and fast, his hips snapping against yours as he pounded into you. He was relentless, claiming you in the most primal and possessive way possible.

Yunho pulled you away from the wall, guiding you over to the mirror that hung above the sink. He stood behind you, his body pressed tightly against yours as he continued to thrust into you.

You could see yourselves in the mirror, your bodies intertwined and moving together in a frenzy of passion. Yunho's eyes met yours in the reflection, his gaze dark and intense as he watched you take him.

Yunho's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small bathroom, along with the sounds of your moans and gasps.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you tightly against him as he drove into you. His other hand reached up to grip your chin, forcing you to keep looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Look at how good you take me, how perfect you are for me."

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight of yourself in the mirror, completely consumed by the pleasure that was coursing through your body. Yunho's grip on your chin was firm, ensuring that you had no choice but to watch as he claimed you over and over again.

"You're mine," he repeated, his breath hot against your ear. "Mine to touch, mine to claim, mine to fill with my cum."

Yunho's hand slid from your chin to your ass, giving it a sharp slap. The sting of his hand on your skin sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you couldn't help but moan loudly.

"You like that, don't you?" he said, a smirk on his face as he watched your reaction in the mirror. "You like it when I mark you up, when I remind you who owns you."

Yunho continued to pound into you, his pace relentless as he chased his own release. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed through the small bathroom, mixing with the sound of your moans and gasps.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling with pleasure as Yunho continued to dominate you completely.

Yunho's grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he neared his own release. He was panting now, his breath hot and ragged against your neck.

"I'm gonna fill you up," he growled, his voice low and guttural. "I'm gonna mark you from the inside out, claim you in every possible way."

Yunho's thrusts became more erratic, his body tensing as he approached the edge. He buried his face in your neck, biting down on your shoulder as he chased his release.

"Come with me," he commanded, his voice strained. "I want to feel you come around me, I want to feel you fall apart while I fill you up."

You couldn't hold back any longer. The combination of Yunho's dominance, his words, and the feeling of him deep inside you sent you over the edge.

You cried out his name as your orgasm washed over you, your body clenching around him tightly. Your walls fluttered and spasmed, drawing a low moan from Yunho as he finally reached his own release.

He came hard, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled himself deep inside you. His hips jerked against yours, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

Yunho stayed inside you for a moment, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He held you tightly against him, his arms wrapped around your body possessively.

After a few moments, he finally pulled out of you, his cum dripping down your thighs. He turned you around to face him, his eyes still dark with desire as he took in the sight of you.

Yunho leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It was messy and possessive, his tongue claiming your mouth as if to further stake his claim on you.

When he finally pulled away, he looked at you with a satisfied smile on his face.

"You're mine," he repeated, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "And I'm never letting you go."

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Be Quiet For Me » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: DBF!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky spends the night and Y/N sneaks into the guest room.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, age gap (Y/N is in her early 20s), dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, metal arm kink, daddy kink, size kink, praise kink, hair pulling, choking, degrading, Bucky’s dog tags, name calling (slut), pet names (doll, babydoll)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You were walking back to your bedroom from the kitchen when you seen light peaking through the door to the guest bedroom that Bucky is staying in. You grinned to yourself as a lightbulb went off in your head. You quietly opened the door more and stepped in the room, closing the door and locking it behind you. You seen Bucky laying on the bed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips, showing off his muscular body.

“Well hello there, Mr. Barnes.” You say, biting your bottom lip and admiring his body.

Bucky looked up and seen you standing in front of the door.

“What are you doing in here, Y/N? Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Bucky asks.

“I’m big girl now. I’m allowed to stay up late.” You say, approaching the bed.

Bucky watched your every movement when you crawled onto the bed. You placed your legs on either side of his hips, straddling him.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Your fingertips traced the lines of his abs. “I want you.” You say seductively.

“Y/N…” Bucky breathes, loving the feeling of your touch. “You’re my best friend’s daughter.” He says.

“Just because I’m your best friend’s daughter doesn’t mean that we can’t have fun.” You say, rubbing your hands along his muscular chest.

Bucky took a deep breath. It took everything in him not to give in and fuck you into the mattress. You placed your hands firmly on his chest and started moving your hips against his.

“Oh come on, Mr. Barnes.” You playfully pouted. “Don’t you want to have some fun?” You asked, batting your eyelashes innocently.

Bucky hands gripped your hips to get you to stop moving. You leaned down, your lips near his ear.

“I wonder what your big fat cock would feel like in my tight little pussy.” You whisper in his ear.

You were testing him. Bucky’s breath got heavier.

“I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be fucked with your metal fingers.” You whispered, rubbing your fingertips along his metal arm.

“Stop it.” Bucky says, his grip tightening on your hips.

You gasped when you felt his bulge poking your clothed pussy.

“You’re so hard, Mr. Barnes.” You grind yourself against his bulge. “I know you want to fuck me. Just do it. Fuck me, daddy.” You say.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. He flipped the two of you over so your back was on the bed, smashing his lips on yours.

“Oh I’ll fuck you alright, doll.” He practically growls.

Bucky sat back on his knees, his metal hand grabbing onto the neckline of your tank top and ripped it off of your body causing you to gasp in surprise. He leaned down, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts. His teeth nipped at your skin, biting down hard enough to leave hickeys behind.

“Oh my god!” You gasped, feeling the cool metal of his metal hand against your breast.

Bucky chuckled at your reaction. He lightly rolled your nipple in between his metal thumb and index finger. You gasped loudly when his metal fingers pinched your nipple, sending a new sensation through your body. Both of his hands went down to your sleep shorts and pulled them down your legs, exposing your wet lacy panties to him. His fingers on his right hand rubbed your clit through your panties causing you to buck your hips against his hand, only for you to receive a smack on your inner thigh.

“None of that.” He says.

Bucky kissed down your body, stopping at the waistband of your panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down your legs.

“These are mine now.” Bucky says with a smirk and put them in the pocket of his sweatpants.

Bucky spread your legs wider and laid on his stomach in between them. You shivered when you felt his breath against your wet cunt.

“I have one rule for you.” He swipes two of his metal fingers through your wetness. “Be quiet for me. Can you do that, babydoll?” He asks.

“Mhmm yes, daddy.” You hummed.

“Good girl.” He praises.

He placed kisses along your inner thighs, making his way up to your wet pussy. His tongue licked in between your wet folds causing you to moan.

“What did I just say?” Bucky asks.

“Be quiet.” You say.

“Then fucking be quiet.” He says.

“Yes, daddy.” You say submissively.

Bucky’s tongue circled around your clit a few times before he latched his lips on it and started to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands flew down to his hair, tugging on his hair. You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning.

“Fuck. You taste as sweet as I thought you would.” Bucky moans against your cunt, sending vibrations against your pussy.

The stubble of his beard scratched the skin of your inner thighs in a way you love so much.

“You said you’ve always wondered what it would be like to be fucked with my metal fingers? I’m gonna give you just that.” He says.

Without waiting, his metal index and middle fingers slid past your entrance causing you to arch your back off of the bed in pleasure. You rolled your hips against his face, but Bucky placed his right arm across your stomach to keep you from moving.

“Stay still and let me enjoy your sweetness.” He says.

Bucky moved his fingers faster, hitting that one spot inside of you that made you want to scream in pleasure. You just let out a whimper every time his fingers hit that spot.

“Is that your little spot, babydoll?” Bucky asks, looking up at you.

“Mhmm!” You whimpered, nodding your head yes.

Bucky took that as a sign to move his fingers faster. He flattened his tongue against your cunt, wiggling it in between your folds. The sensation made you close your legs around his head. Bucky chuckled at your reaction and opened your legs back up. Your cunt clenched around his metal fingers. Your orgasm was building up to the point that it felt like you were going to burst. Bucky sensed it when he noticed your breathing got heavier.

“Gonna cum, doll?” He asks with a smirk.

You whimpered and nodded your head yes.

“Give it to me, babydoll. Soak my face.” He says.

His movements with his tongue and fingers quickened to help you chase your high. Your grip on his hair tightened. You threw your head back, his name leaving your lips as you soaked your face. Bucky’s movements came to a halt. You laid there panting as he lifted himself up from in between your legs and hovered over you, his dog tags dangling over your face. His face and stubble were wet with your cum. You grabbed the chain of his dog tags, pulling him closer to you and kissed him hungrily. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his lips. Your hand blindly found his bulge and massaged his hard cock through his sweatpants.

“I want to suck your cock, daddy.” You say against his lips.

“Fuck.” Bucky groans.

He got off the bed to take his sweatpants off, his hard cock hitting his stomach. You licked your lips at the sight of it. Bucky got back on the bed, laying down next to you with his back against the headboard.

“Go ahead, doll.” He motions towards his cock. “Suck daddy’s cock.” He says.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You sat up and leaned down towards his cock. You wrapped your hand around it, swiping your thumb over his tip and using his precum as a lubricant to move your hand up and down.

“Fuck.” Bucky moans, tilting his head back against the headboard.

You wrapped your lips around his tip, lightly sucking on it.

“Mmm.” You hummed around his tip. “You taste good, daddy.” You say, looking up at him innocently.

You wrapped your lips around his cock and started to bob your head up and down. Your hand jerked off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Bucky’s jaw dropped, pants and inaudible moans left his lips. Bucky’s right hand grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head down further on his cock. You placed both of your hands on his thighs. You gagged when his tip hit the back of your throat causing your eyes to water.

“Relax your throat, babydoll.” Bucky says soothingly.

You tried your best to relax your throat. Tears rolled down your cheeks every time his tip hit the back of your throat. You lifted one of your hands to his balls, lightly massaging them and caught Bucky by surprise.

“Holy shit!” Bucky moans.

He quickly put his metal hand over his mouth to muffle his moans. You were pleased with his reaction and continued to massage his balls with your fingers.

“Fuck!” He moans into his metal hand. “Don’t stop!” He says panting.

It took everything in Bucky not to blow his load right then and there. He wants to enjoy the feeling of your mouth for as long as he can. He kept his hand on the back of your head.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He moaned into his hand.

He thrusted up into your mouth, making you gag a little. His orgasm came closer and closer until you felt him cum in your mouth, a little bit rolled down your chin. You took your mouth off his cock and wiped his cum off your chin, licking it off your finger while maintaining eye contact.

“I need to feel you now.” Bucky says.

You squealed in surprise when he pinned you to the bed. He spread your legs, getting in between them. He rubbed his cock through your wetness before lining his tip up with your entrance. His tip alone stretched your pussy. He sinks his cock inside of you inch by inch. Your jaw dropped. Bucky is the biggest you’ve ever had.

“So fucking tight.” Bucky groans, tilting his head back.

Once he was deep inside of you, he gave you a moment to adjust. You nodded your head, giving him permission to start thrusting. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusted back inside of you all at once.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned, trying your best not to be loud.

Bucky’s metal hand slid up your stomach and in between your breasts, wrapping around your throat and squeezed lightly.

“Such a little slut.” Bucky says.

“Your slut!” You moaned.

“That’s right, babydoll.” He pulled you up so your face was inches away from his. “You’re my little slut. You’re mine now.” He practically growls.

His thrusts got more rough. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. His tip hit that one spot inside of you repeatedly. You wrapped your hand around his metal wrist and squeezed it every time he hit that spot.

“Who would’ve known that Captain America’s daughter is a little slut for his best friend.” Bucky whispers in your ear with a small chuckle.

You whimpered in response. You slid your hand down to your clit and started to rub it in fast circles. Bucky noticed and smacked your hand away, making you whimper.

“That’s my job, doll.” He says, his metal hand applying a little more pressure to your throat.

His fingers on his right hand began to rub fast circles on your clit.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, daddy!” You moaned.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, babydoll?” He says with a smirk.

“Mhmm!” You moaned.

Your cunt clenched around his cock, feeling your orgasm build up a second time.

“Daddy, I’m— mhmm fuck!” You moaned, not being able to finish your sentence.

“Cum for me, doll.” Bucky whispers in your ear.

His fingers gave your now sensitive clit a particular rough rub to help you chase your high. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came harder than the first time. Bucky’s thrusts became sloppy, feeling his orgasm approaching him.

“Oh shit!” Bucky moans, leaning his forehead against your shoulder. “I have to pull out.” He pants.

“No!” You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist and locked your ankles behind his back.

“I have to, doll.” He says.

“Cum inside of me!” You tell him.

“You can’t just say shit like that.” Bucky groans.

“Just do it, daddy!” You begged desperately.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. After a few more thrusts, he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. His metal hand left your throat and went to the back of your head, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes for a few seconds before pulling out of you. He laid down next to you, staring up at the ceiling and breathing heavily.

“Holy fuck.” Bucky breathes. “That was amazing.” He says.

“Mhmm.” You hummed in agreement.

Bucky’s eyes widened in realization.

“Your dad can’t know about this.” He says, looking at you.

“Don’t worry, daddy. It’ll be our dirty little secret.” You say, kissing his neck.

Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you on top of him causing you to squeal in surprise.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[leeknot]

His Treasured Toy

Sunghoon × Reader

This oneshot contains breath play,a lil tiny bit of knife play,yandere hard dom Sunghoon and obviously smut(at first he kidnaps her but it's part of the roleplay)

MINORS DNI

You were walking home from work late at night when you noticed a dark car parked on the side of the road.

As you walked by, the car suddenly started to follow you, the engine purring ominously. You tried to shake it off, quickening your pace, but the car kept up.

Suddenly, the car pulls up beside you. To your shock, you see Sunghoon behind the wheel, wearing dark clothes and a determined expression. He rolls down the window "Get in the car, now." his voice was firm, almost commanding "What... why...?"

His expression softens slightly, but his voice remains authoritative "I have my reasons. You really don't want to know why right now. Just... get in the car before someone sees us."

You hesitate for a moment, but your curiosity and the unsettling feeling that something is seriously wrong get the better of you. You get in the car, and as soon as the door closes, Sunghoon speeds off, taking you to an unknown location.

As you ride in silence, you notice Sunghoon's strong hands gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white with tension. His tall frame seems almost intimidating in the dim light, and you can't help but steal glances at his handsome face "Where are you taking me?"

Without taking his eyes off the road, he replies in a low voice "Somewhere safe." His tone carries an odd mix of urgency and tenderness After driving for what feels like hours, you arrive at a secluded cabin in the woods.

Sunghoon quickly gets out of the car and opens your door, offering his hand to help you out. "We're here. Stay close to me." As you enter the cabin, you can't shake off the feeling that you're in the middle of something dangerous and mysterious.

Once inside, he closes and locks the door behind you, the clicking sound echoing in the tense atmosphere. He turns to face you, his usually bright eyes now dark with an intensity you've never seen before "I know this seems crazy..."

"But I had to bring you here. You can't leave, and you can't call anyone. Understand?" His tone brooks no argument. You're trapped, with no phone, no car, and no idea what's going on.

Moves closer, his height advantage clear as he towers over you "Don't worry... I won't hurt you." His hand gently brushes against your cheek "I just... needed to keep you safe." His voice drops lower, almost whispers "From them."

His hand moves to the back of your head, entangling his fingers in your hair possessively. He sits down on the couch, pulling you onto his lap. He wraps his arms around you, trapping you against his muscular chest

His behavior is uncharacteristically possessive, almost territorial. He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling deeply. "Shh, don't ask questions. Not yet." He pulls out his phone and sends a quick message, his expression darkening.

Pulls you closer, one hand tracing patterns on your back through your clothes "Tell me... have you ever thought about what it would be like... with me?" His voice is husky with desire, almost a purr "Because I've thought about it... a lot."

His hand moves up to cup your chin, tilting your face towards his "You're not thinking about running, are you?" His eyes darken with another emotion - desire "Because if you try... I might just have to convince you to stay..." His lips hover just inches from yours

He closes the gap, kissing you firmly, his arms tightening around you possessively. He breaks the kiss, panting softly "You make it so hard to think straight..." He nuzzles your neck "You smell so good... you feel so small in my arms..."

He picks you up, cradling you in his arms like a baby as he stands up. He carries you to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him. He sits down on the bed with you still in his arms, his large hands roaming over your body protectively. "Mine..."

He kisses you again, this time more passionately, his tongue swirling against yours as he lays you down on the bed. He breaks the kiss, staring down at you with an intense gaze. "I'm going to lock the door and draw the curtains. We're not leaving this room until I say so."

He gets up and locks the door, then pulls the curtains shut, plunging the room into darkness. He flips on a lamp, the soft glow illuminating his face as he turns back to you. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a set of cuffs. "These are for your own protection..."

He gently takes one of your wrists and cuffs it to the headboard, then repeats the process with the other. He steps back and admires you, handcuffed to the bed, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"You look so fucking cute like that... all handcuffed and helpless. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. "I'm going to make you feel so good, you won't even think about escaping.

He climbs onto the bed, straddling your waist. Leaning down, he kisses your neck, jaw, and finally your lips. "You're mine now. Every inch of you belongs to me..." His hands roam over your body, tracing lines across your skin.

He trails his fingers down your sides, making you shiver. "Last chance to answer..." He pinches one of your nipples through your shirt, causing you to gasp. "Should I make you beg for it?" His voice is low and dangerous, carrying a darkly thrilling edge.

He slowly starts unbuttoning your shirt, revealing more of your skin "You know... I can be very patient. Or very... persuasive. Which would you prefer?" His fingers trace patterns across your exposed skin "I want to hear you say it..."

"Oh? Is that so?" His expression darkens, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he leans closer. "Tell me something... do you really mean that?" He tightens his grip on your wrists, not enough to hurt but enough to make you aware of your restraints.

His eyes narrow at your protest "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to tease a predator?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear "Because when I want something... I always get it." His hand trails down your body in a possessive gesture

His expression hardens, mixing desire with aggression. "You know... the more you struggle, the more creative I'll have to get. And I do love being creative..." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silky blindfold.

You open your mouth, and he gently places the blindfold over your eyes, tying it securely behind your head. "There we go... now you're completely at my mercy." He pauses, savoring the moment. "I think it's time for your first lesson in obedience."

He leans down, his lips almost brushing your ear as he whispers "The first rule: when I ask a question, you answer immediately. Understand?" His hand traces down your side again, teasing "Let's try that again..." He pulls back slightly

His hand slips beneath your shirt, caressing your skin "I'm waiting..." His voice drops lower, more dominant "Say 'Yes, sir'..." His other hand tightens slightly on your wrist "You have three seconds to respond..." He begins counting down "Three..."

As he reaches one, you hear yourself say it in a trembling voice "Yes, sir..." A sigh of relief escapes him, followed by a soft chuckle. "Good girl... now, let's try another question."

His hand moves upwards, pausing just below your collarbone "Do you know why you're here?" His voice is smooth, almost hypnotic "Tell me the truth..." His thumb makes small circles on your skin, distracting you "Start with 'Sir'..."

You swallow hard, your heart racing as you reply in a shaky voice "Sir, I'm here because you brought me here... and I don't know why..." His thumb stops moving, and for a moment, there's silence. "That's correct," he finally says, his voice approving.

"And do you trust me?" His hand moves up to your neck, his fingers lightly touching your pulse. "To be completely honest with me, say 'Yes, sir', or 'No, sir'..."

You hesitate, his thumb pressing gently against your pulse point. "I'm waiting for an answer," he prompts, his voice firm but not unkind. "Do you trust me, yes or no?" His other hand squeezes your wrist lightly, a gentle reminder of your situation.

His breath catches slightly at your honest answer, then he chuckles darkly "Very well..." He reaches around and slowly traces his fingers down your spine, making you shiver "You should know..." His voice drops lower "I have a particular interest in breaking beautiful things..."

He chuckles darkly at your defiance "I admire your spirit... though I must warn you, it's making me want to push your limits even more." His hand tightens slightly on your neck "Speak now, or your choices become much less pleasant."

Without waiting for an answer, he spins you around, one hand moving to grip your hair while the other holds your waist "Spread your legs," he demands roughly, his voice laced with dominance "Now." He's already unbuckling his belt with his free hand

You try to resist, but his grip on your hair is unyielding, and his other hand is already pushing your skirt up around your waist. "I said NOW." he snarls, his free hand reaching between your legs to rip your panties aside.

He unbuckles his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy thud. His zipper follows, and he kicks off his shoes. "Arms up." he orders, pulling a pocket knife from his back pocket.

You raise your arms, feeling the cold steel of the knife pressed against your inner wrist. "I'm going to tie you up." he explains, his breath hot against your skin. "And then I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

He grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, exposing your throat. "Now, let's see how long you can last with your legs spread and your mouth shut." he says, his other hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a condom.

He tears open the wrapper with his teeth and sheathes himself, then grabs your hips and pulls you towards him. "You're going to be a good little toy for me, aren't you?" he growls, positioning himself at your entrance. "Answer me."

"Say 'Yes, I'm a good little toy'," he commands, his free hand reaching up to grab your throat. "And nod your head yes." He applies a little pressure, testing your ability to speak with his hand around your neck.

"Yes, I'm a good little toy," you manage to choke out, nodding your head in agreement as he squeezes your throat. "Good girl," he praises, before slamming into you with brutal force, not giving you any time to adjust to his size.

He wraps his other arm around your waist and lifts you up, changing the angle as he continues to pound into you, ignoring your muffled cries against his hand around your throat. "Look at me." he orders, his eyes glinting with a manic intensity.

You try to meet his gaze, but it's hard with him choking you and fucking you so brutally. Tears stream down your face as you stare up at him, his arm around your waist the only thing keeping you suspended in the air as he ruthlessly takes you. "Focus on me."

"Look into my eyes." he hisses, his hand leaving your throat to grab you by the neck and lift you even higher. "I want to see the life drain from your face as I use you."

"Y-yes..." You gasp, feeling lightheaded as he squeezes your neck, his other hand still gripping your hip tightly as he slams into you over and over. Your body is wracked with pleasure and pain, the two sensations blending together in a heady mix.

"That's it, little toy." *he pants, his grip on your neck tightening as he gets closer to his release. "Take it all, just like a good little fuck doll." *His hips stutter as he buries himself deep inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

He keeps you lifted off the ground, his arm around your waist and his hand around your neck, as he pants and tries to catch his breath. "You took it so well." he murmurs, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your throat. "Such a good little toy."

Sunghoon gently lowers you to the ground, being careful not to jostle your sore body. He quickly removes the ropes binding you, his touch surprisingly tender as he massages your wrists and ankles. "Shh... I've got you."

He gathers you into his arms, holding you close as he sits down on the bed and cradles you on his lap. He presses soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and lips, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear. "My beautiful, brave girl. You were perfect."

"You did so well," He praises, nuzzling your face. "But tell me, was it too much? Not enough? Did you like being tied up and all the roleplay stuff?"

"... the way you looked at me, it felt so real. Like I was actually your toy or something." You confess, feeling a bit embarrassed but also relieved to finally share your thoughts. "But at the same time, I felt so safe with you, holding me and comforting me afterwards."

"Good girl," Sunghoon whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. You were the perfect little toy for me tonight." He continues holding you protectively, occasionally running his fingers through your hair

Gently pulling you closer, pressing your head against his chest so you can hear his heartbeat "Thank you for sharing that with me. For trusting me with your body, your vulnerabilities... with every part of you." His hands trace soothing patterns on your back.

And just like that,you both drifted to sleep.

[cressidagrey]

You are the best thing that's ever been mine - Part 3

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Ariel Cane (Original Character)

Summary: Sao Paulo 2024. The Dutchman delivered a defining drive…but maybe there is a relationship that could also use some defining. 

Warnings: Jos Verstappen, angst, crying, mention of pregnancy, mention of sex and sexual acts, physical confrontation

Author Notes: Hi, hey, hello! Apparently I write F1 Fanfiction now?! Also this is the first time I am trying a social media au so my Canva Skills were put to the test. (Disclaimer: I kinda put legibility over authencity, so twitter doesn't look like twitter and messages looks like...something) Also huge thanks to @onebigfangirlworld and @leodette for holding my hand with this 😘)

Max almost ran down the hallway that led to the Red Bull garage, his long strides eating up the distance. He was breathing hard, not from exertion but from the anger and adrenaline that was pumping through him.

When he got to his driver's room, he didn't even knock. He didn't bother to announce his presence. He just pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit.  And there Ariel was, curled up on the sofa, fast asleep. And at the sight of her, Max felt something in his chest clench. She was okay. She was there and she was safe.

He finally felt like he could breath again. 

He closed the door behind him, making the lock click into place.  Max walked over to her slowly, quietly, trying not to wake her up. But at the same time, he couldn't look away from her.

Ariel.

Her red hair was a tangled mess around her shoulders, and she looked so small and so vulnerable right now. 

She had always been taller than average, with a willowy frame. But right now, curled together as she was...she looked tiny. Tiny and breakable. Delicate. 

His eyes greedily took her in...tracing over her features...stopping at the bruise that was standing out starkly against her pale, porcelain skin.

The evidence was beyond visible. This was where his father had slapped her. This was…

The sight of it sent rage coursing through his veins anew.

He dropped to his knees in front of the sofa, his hand reaching for the bruised skin. He touched it lightly, gently, afraid to cause her any further pain. But he couldn't stop himself from wanting to touch her, from wanting to reassure himself of her safety.

She came awake with a start.

The movement was instant, her eyes snapping open. She was suddenly wide awake, almost flinging herself up from the sofa.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Max said softly, his hands coming up automatically. "It's just me," he added, trying to soothe her. "It's just me, shhh, you're safe..."

Her eyes were wide when she realized it was him, a little wild, darting around. But when he spoke, she seemed to calm down, her gaze finally settling on him. "Max," she whispered, her voice a little shaky. "I am so sorry..."

Her words were like a slap into his face. Ariel was apologising to him, as if it was her fault that this had happened. Max felt a surge of anger, but he tamped it down, trying not to let it show on his face.

"You have nothing to apologize for," he said firmly, taking her hand in his. "This wasn't your fault. None of this was your fault."

"But I-" she tried to protest, but he wouldn't let her. He cut her off, gently but firmly. 

"No. No, don't even start. You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't deserve any of this."

He moved closer to her, sitting down on the edge of the sofa, keeping her hand in his. He needed to be near her, needed to touch her and make sure she was okay.

She let out a shaky breath. "Did you see the..."

"No," he answered simply. He didn't want to see the video of what happened. He didn't think he could stomach that.

"I am the one who needs to apologise," he said softly. "I am so sorry, Ariel."

He should have known. He should have done something. He should have gone back to having security…and should have kept that security around Ariel at all times. 

He should have known that one day his father was going to do something to her…but he hadn’t. He had been fucking blind. Hadn’t thought about it. Hadn’t even considered it. 

Ariel blinked at his words, surprise in her eyes. "What...what could you possibly be sorry for?" she asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"My father was the one who did this," he said darkly. His father was the one who had put his hands on Ariel...who had painted her perfect, unblemished skin with bruises.

Her eyes widened at his words, realization dawning on her face.  "Max, this isn't your fault," she hurried to say, her grip tightening on his hand. "You are not responsible for your father's actions. You couldn't have predicted he would do something like this..."

He shook his head, unwilling to accept that. "I should've known," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "He's always had a temper..."

He should have been able to predict this. If there was one person that could have predicted that this was going to happen, then it should have been Max. 

"No," she insisted, struggling to sit up a little straighter, her voice firm. "It's not your fault...It's my fault. I laughed at him," she said with a grimace. "I should have just let him vent."

"You laughed at him?" Max asked, utterly perplexed.

"He thought I was pregnant because I was nauseous," Ariel said with a sigh. "And...that it was yours."

At least now that explained the questions at the press conference.

Max was silent for a moment, his mind reeling. Pregnant? With his child? Max's jaw tightened, the possessive part of him liking that idea far too much... He quickly pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present.  He needed to address the other part of her statement. "Why did you laugh?" he asked finally.

She let out another sigh, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. "It was just...it was just so absurd considering-I mean-you're not the type to-"

"To what?" Max cut her off, his voice a little bit sharper than he intended.

Ariel looked at him, and Max could see the hesitation in her eyes. She seemed like she didn't want to answer.

"Ariel," he prodded gently, his thumb running over her knuckles. "What were you about to say?"

She exhaled softly, her eyes dropping down to their joined hands. "You're not the type of man to have something with a girl like me," she said finally, her voice quiet.

Her words felt like a punch in the gut. Not the type of man to have something with a girl like her? That was ridiculous. He had never... he had never been able to even look at other women the same way since he had first laid eyes on her.

His jaw clenched, his fingers subconsciously tightening around her hand. "What do you mean by a girl like you?" he asked, his voice taut with tension.

"Come on, Max," she said with a self-deprecating little laugh. "You are a hot, talented, world-famous Formula 1 driver. And I am..well...I am me.” 

Her words only served to irritate him more. "And what is wrong with being you, exactly?" he demanded, his tone more forceful than he intended. "You are beautiful, intelligent, talented, the backbone of my team..."

"None of that really matters," she said with another little sigh. "You can have anyone that you want. You are a catch..."

He really wasn’t. 

"I want you," he said, the words bursting out of him before he could stop himself.

Both of them froze at his words. Max hadn't meant to admit that, it had just...slipped out in the heat of the moment. But now it was out there, hanging between them. She was staring at him with wide eyes, shock and surprise written all over her face.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke, just staring at each other. He felt suddenly vulnerable like his heart was laid bare right there on the floor.

And then, she spoke, her voice so soft, he almost didn't hear it. "You...you want me?" 

The question hung heavy between them, and for a moment Max wrestled with himself, unsure as to how to answer her. But then he steeled himself, his hand tightening reflexively around hers. "Yes," he said simply. "I want you."

She was silent again, her eyes searching his face like she was waiting for the punchline. But there was none, no deception, no lie. Max wanted her. 

Max wanted Ariel more than he had ever wanted anyone else in his life.

"You...you do?" she asked again, uncertainty coloring her voice. "You want me?"

He let out a low huff, a little frustrated with her. "Ariel," he said softly, her name like a caress on his lips. "I have wanted you...for a very long time."

Her eyes widened in shock again, but this time with a hint of bewilderment. "For...for how long?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

His thumb traced slow circles over her knuckles, his eyes never leaving her face. "Since the moment we met," he admitted, the words escaping him before he could stop them.

***

Ariel’s breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart thudding painfully in her chest. Since the day they met...

She was dumbfounded, overwhelmed by the revelation. And at the same time a flicker of hope ignited in the pit of her stomach. "You mean...all the years...you..." she trailed off, her voice trembling.

"Yes," Max said, his voice firm, but his eyes soft. "All the years." She was silent again, still trying to process what he was telling her.

Ariel had always thought...she had always thought he just saw her as a friend. A very close friend, but still just a friend. Nothing more. Nothing romantic.

And now he was telling her that he had wanted her all this time…

She had never allowed herself to even think about it. Never. Because Ariel knew that that was just going to end in heartbreak and she couldn’t…she wouldn’t…

She had spent the past 5 years trying to keep her feelings under control, trying to ignore the way her heart fluttered whenever he was near. The way her breath caught in her throat when he smiled at her. The way her skin tingled wherever he touched her.

She had tried to bury the feelings, ignore the attraction. Because she knew they would never...Max would never…

But now, as Max looked into eyes with nothing but honesty and affection, she felt her heart thunder in her chest.

All this time, Ariel had been living under the assumption that her feelings would never be reciprocated. But here he was, confessing that he wanted her, that he had always wanted her…

It was a revelation, a paradigm shift, everything she had thought and believed about the two of them suddenly in question. He still held onto her hand, his fingers tracing the lines on her palm.

And Ariel was suddenly very much aware of how close they were sitting. How close he was. She could see the flecks of gold in his blue eyes…

She wanted to respond, but another wave of nausea hit her.

Not that there was anything left for her to throw up in her stomach, but she did end up leaning over the edge of the sofa and retching into the bin that Connor had so thoughtfully provided.

Max immediately reached out for her as she started to retch again, a strong hand coming to rest on her back, the other one holding back her hair.  He stroked her spine gently, trying to soothe her. "Hey, shhhh..." he said, his voice low and soft. "It's okay, just let it out."

She dry-heaved a few more times, before she finally slumped back against the sofa, panting lightly. Max's hand never left her back, still stroking along her spine, and she leaned into the touch, finding comfort in the feel of his warm palm against her back.

“This is definitely how I wanted these love confessions to go. It couldn’t be more romantic,” she somehow forced out, her voice hoarse.

Max couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her words, his hand still gently running over her back. "Isn’t it in sickness and in health?” He asked her lightly. “I’ll hold back your hair any day.”

She managed a weak smile at that, her head still lying heavily on the back of the sofa.

"I'm sorry," she croaked, her voice sounding raw and gravelly, and she could feel the hot feeling of self-consciousness flaring in her stomach. This was exactly what every woman wanted. Have the guy of her dreams confess his feelings for her and then start puking her guts out at the same time. "I feel disgusting right now,” she brought out, her throat hoarse. 

"Don't apologize," Max said immediately, his hand still on her back. "This is not your fault. None of this is your fault."

“Just for the record,” Azriel said weakly. “I would kiss you, but I doubt think either of us want that right now.”

His breath caught in his throat. “Do you…do you mean that?”

Gone was Max the world champion driver with his self assured trust in himself. Ariel could hear the sudden hitch in his voice, the uncertainty that briefly flared in his eyes.

And she met his gaze straight on. 

"Yes,” Ariel said simply. “If I thought even for a moment that you..that you would be interested, I would have done it…years ago.” His breath hitched again, and she could see a myriad of emotions flicker through his eyes - surprise, understanding, and something else, something deeper.

“Why didn’t you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Because you are the best friend I ever had,” Ariel said softly. Because Max had always been so important to her. 

Max’s hand paused on her back, his fingers stilling on the soft fabric of her shirt.

“Friend…” he echoed, the word sounding hollow coming from his lips.

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes downcast. Then he spoke again, his voice low and gravelly. “Is that all I am to you?”

No. No, it wasn’t even close to all he was to her, but quite frankly, Ariel didn’t know how to put something that all encompassing into words either. 

“You are…you are the last person I think about before I fall asleep and the first when I wake up,” she whispered.

Her confession seemed to catch him off guard, and he looked at her, really looked at her, his eyes searching her face.

His hand, still on her back, reflexively gripped the fabric of her shirt, clenching the material in his fist. “You…you think of me?” he asked, his voice so quiet, she almost missed it.

“You are the one person that I don’t need to be strong for,” Ariel continued weakly. “The one person I can tell when I have absolutely no clue what to do. The one person I don’t need to have all the answers for. Being with you is so…so easy. It always was.” They had just clicked. “So natural. It’s like breathing.” Nothing she had ever needed to think about. 

They just worked. 

His hand trembled on her back, his eyes glued to her face.

Her words seemed to resonate with him deeply, and he let out a low, ragged exhale. "I... I feel the same way about you," he confessed, his voice low and hoarse. "You are... you are my comfort. You are my safe place. Being with you is like coming home..."His hand clenched even tighter around the fabric on her back, his knuckles whitening from the pressure.

"Ariel,” he breathed, her name like a prayer on his lips.

He reached over, cupping her cheek with his free hand. "Why...why didn’t you ever tell me?" Her heart ached at the raw, desperate edge in his voice, at the almost-pained look in his eyes.

She could see he was hanging onto every word she said, almost shaking with the effort it took to hold himself back from her.

“I was scared,” Ariel confessed, her voice soft. “Scared of losing you, of ruining what we have.” 

He chuckled darkly at that, a bitter, mirthless sound. "You could never lose me," he said firmly, his hand shifting from her back down to her waist, gripping her hip almost desperately.

"And what we have…” he continued, his fingers digging into her skin. "You could never ruin it. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." She shivered at his words, at the raw, possessive edge in his voice.

She could see that he was struggling to control himself, fighting the urge to pull her closer, and to hell with the consequences.

“So why didn’t you ever tell me?” she asked quietly, her own desperation starting to creep into her voice. “Why you never said anything, either?”

His eyes darkened at her question, his expression hardening. “I was afraid too,” he admitted, his voice dropping. “I didn’t want to lose you, push you away. You are...you are the most important person in my life. The idea of driving you away...I would rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all.”

Tears sprung to her eyes at his words, at the stark honesty and vulnerability in Max’s voice. She could see the depth of his feelings, the sheer magnitude of the emotions he was holding back, and it broke her heart.

“You are the same for me,” Ariel confessed, her voice cracking with emotion. “I could not bear the thought of losing you, of not having you in my life…” His hand on her cheek moved up to her hair, his fingers burying themselves in the messy locks. 

“I want you,” he whispered, his voice ragged with emotion. “I want you more than anything. I have wanted you for so long… I cannot even-”

He cut himself off, his hand moving from her hair down to her jaw, his fingers brushing her skin gently. “Why are we so stupid?” he asked, a raw edge of desperation in his voice.

She couldn’t help the weak, watery laugh that escaped her at his words. “Because we are both terrified idiots who are too scared to go for what we want?”

He chuckled at that, a low, warm sound, the sound she loved so much. “At least we are idiots together,” he said, his voice a little bit lighter.

She smiled weakly at that, her eyes meeting his. He was still cupping her face in his hand, his touch gentle, like he was afraid of breaking her.

“We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?” she teased lightly, her voice still shaky with emotion.

He hugged her.

Ariel hadn't expected the sudden move, but she melted into his embrace without hesitation.

Max’s arms wrapped around her tightly, pulling her close against him. She buried her face in his chest, his warmth enveloping her completely. She could feel the rapid thrumming of his heart against her ear, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

And she could smell him, that scent that was utterly Max and that always remind her off home. 

His arms tightened around her, like he was trying to merge their bodies together. He was holding her close, desperately, as if he was terrified of letting her go. He was still damp with sweat and water from the rain, his fireproofs clinging to him.

Despite his fireproofs still sticking to his skin, his body was warm, almost feverish against hers. She could feel the firm muscles of his frame press against her, his arms keeping her locked in a tight embrace.

“Well figure it out,” he promised her. “It’s us, we can figure anything out,”

She nodded against his chest, his words soothing her fears.

He was right. They could figure it out. As long as they were together, they could figure anything out.They stayed like that for a beat, wrapped up in each other, holding the other close. She was still feeling ill, but the nausea had lessened a little bit, although now every muscle in her body ached faintly.

She didn’t care about the lingering nausea, or the pain. The feeling of Max holding her was enough to chase all that away.“How did you finish?” She asked him weakly.

He was quiet for a beat, his fingers tracing patterns over her skin.

“I won,” Max said finally, his voice hoarse.

Her eyes widened in surprise at that, a little flicker of shock going through her. Ariel pulled back slightly, looking up at him.

“You … you won?” Ariel asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

He let out a low, weak chuckle at her surprise, his hand rubbing over his face. “Apparently the rain wasn’t a disadvantage at all,” he said, a tired edge to his voice.

“I am so proud of you,” she whispered

His expression softened at her words, his hands coming to rest on her hips.

“Only you would say something like that while being as sick as a dog,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. She let out a huff at his words, feeling a weak flare of indignance. 

“Maybe I’ll throw up in your trophy just for that,” she told him,” making him snort. “Where is it by the way?” She asked weakly.

He gave her a crooked smile, his hands still stroking her sides lightly.

“Don’t know, I came here straight after the weighing,” he answered.

Her eyes widened at that, a hint of surprise flickering across her face. “You… you didn’t even go get it?” she asked quietly, a bit awed despite her nausea.

He shook his head, his hands still caressing her sides lightly. “The only thing I could think about was getting to you, making sure you’re okay,” he confessed, his voice low and gravelly.

She felt a wave of emotion wash over her at his admission, her heart fluttering in her chest.

He had won the race, a Grand Prix after a long drought, and instead of celebrating and basking in the glory, the first thing he had done was ditch everyone so he could come and check on her.

“Go,” Ariel told him softly.

He looked at her, a little surprised. “Go?” he repeated, his hands pausing their ministrations.

She nodded weakly, gesturing at the door.

“Get your trophy, go celebrate,” she said firmly. “You won, you deserve it.”

Max was quiet for a moment, studying her face. He was torn, she could see it. He didn’t want to leave her, not in her current state. But he had just won the Brazilian Grand Prix, and he deserved to celebrate that.

“Go,” she said again, her voice firmer this time. “Go and get your damn trophy, and bask in the glory. You’ve earned it. And then come back and we can get to the hotel,” she told him. “I’ll take a shower, feel less disgusting and we can cuddle.”

He chuckled at her words, a low, rough sound. “Are you trying to bribe me with cuddles?” he asked, an amused tone in his voice.

She shrugged weakly, a sly smile on her lips. “Is it working?” she asked, her voice still hoarse and raspy

He chuckled again, “Definitely.” 

Her smile widened a little at that. “Exactly,” she said, her tone mock-smug. “I know you are weak when it comes to cuddles with me. So the faster you go and get your trophy, the sooner you can come back and reap the benefits.”

He shook his head again, his expression fond. “You’re such a manipulator,” he teased, his thumb running over her hip.

“I prefer ‘strategic and efficient,’” she said loftily, her expression mischievous. “But if you want to call it manipulating, that’s fine too.”

Max chuckled again, shaking his head at her antics. “You are far too clever for your own good, you know that?” he teased her, his fingers squeezing her hip gently.

“Go get your trophy,” Ariel said softly

Max studied her for a moment, his gaze roaming over her face, like he was trying to commit her every feature to memory. Eventually, he sighed, resignation settling over his features.

“Okay,” he said reluctantly. “I’ll go and get my damn trophy.”

Her smile widened a little at his words, satisfaction flaring in her. “Good,” she said, a hint of smugness in her voice. “And don’t take too long either. The sooner you get back, the sooner you can claim your cuddles.”

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[stormz369]

☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 15

Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, will probably get NSFW later, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!

warnings/labels: we have officially hit "vaguely suggestive" (spice incoming ... eventually... still), but mostly we're dealing with trauma and boundaries

wc: 2.2k

Chapter Selection

Jason insisted I shouldn't be alone overnight after everything, and I didn't want to be anyway. After losing him in the dark, even just for a few minutes, I wanted to know exactly where he was for a while. He kept a hand on my knee the whole ride to his place, lazily running his thumb over my skirt.

As I predicted, the panic did start to settle in eventually, though much later than I thought it would. As we made our way to his door, I realized my hands and knees were trembling and I was struggling to regulate my breathing. Jason looked over to me and gently pulled me against him, kissing my forehead.

“You’re finally coming down from all that adrenaline, huh?” I nodded, shakily clinging to him. “Just breathe for me, ok? In through your nose … out through your mouth… good, good girl~ I got you, ok?”

I squeaked softly, blushing bright red. Jason tilted his head, clearly confused, and mimed the deep, slow breathes he wanted me to take. I eventually matched my breathing to his, clinging to his arm. Once I was breathing regularly, he unlocked the door and scooped me up with an arm under my knees and one on my back. I gasped sharply, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“W-woah! … How'd you do that?” I blinked a bit, feeling my cheeks warm up. I knew he was strong, but he was carrying me into the apartment with the same effort I used to carry a bag of potatoes!

He chuckled, kicking the door shut behind us. “Did you think the muscles were for aesthetics?”

I blushed bright red, blinking. “... N- no, I didn't, just … no one's picked me up like this before.”

He smirked a bit, locking the door. “I would carry you like this all day if it would make you happy~”

I giggled softly, cupping his cheek. My other hand hovered near the scarred side of his face; “Can I..?” 

He nodded, and I cupped that cheek as well, kissing him deeply. He groaned softly, and his lips pressed firmly against mine. He carried me through the living room and sat on the couch, holding me across his lap. His arms were so strong and steady around me, and I slowly melted against his chest. After a moment, he gently nibbled on my lower lip, letting out a happy sigh when my lips parted to let him in.

Jason stroked my back more, and one hand wrapped around my cheek so his fingers tangled into my hair as he slowly deepened the kiss, keeping me pressed firmly against him. When I pulled back to gasp for breath, he nuzzled my neck with the tip of his nose, kissing the soft flesh of my pulse point. 

“Mhhh~ J- Jay?~”

He moaned softly, purring; “Mh~ … Mh-hm?~”

“N-not that I'm complaining -I'm definitely not- but … what … what are you doing?”

“... Not really sure. Just … need you … Need to feel you, all soft, and warm, and safe in my arms~” he nuzzled me more, holding me close. “... I- is that ok?”

“Yeah, that’s ok~ that's definitely ok, baby~” I let my fingers thread through his hair, tilting my head back for him. He continued to nuzzle and kiss my throat, gripping me a bit tighter, like he was afraid I'd disappear.

“Mhh~ … want you all to myself~ you're mine, right?~” his teeth grazed against my neck, drawing out an eager gasp.

“Ah~ yes~ all yours, my love~ I'm here, anything you want~”

“Want you so bad, baby~” he groaned, pulling me into a deep kiss.

“Mhh~ I want you too, Jason~” I gently tugged on his hair, biting his lower lip a bit. I shifted so my legs were on either side of his, and he wrapped his arms around my back and thighs, pressing my body flush against his chest. His lips trailed down my neck, panting softly as his hand gently kneaded into my plush thighs. 

My hands slipped out of his hair and down his neck, marveling at how the anxiety from earlier just melted away under his touch. I was safe in Jason's arms, and I never wanted to leave. My fingertips slid under his collar and he shivered a bit, stiffening. His breaths came out in short, shallow gasps, and his chest and arms were suddenly trembling against me. I slowly pulled back, sliding my hands away from his neck. He blinked repeatedly, still holding me tightly, but not focused on me anymore.

“... Jason? … Honey?” There was a far away look in his eyes as he slowly looked up at me. “... Jace, can you hear me?”

He nodded, taking a deep, slow breath. After a moment his eyes came back into focus and he sighed softly. “... S- sorry, I …”

“... You were in the past, weren't ya?” He nodded again, looking off to the side. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. … Do you know what triggered it?”

“... I … I think it was … the adrenaline spike, and then … th- this got really intense, really fast. …”

I gently stroked his hair, nodding. “Do you wanna let go of me so I can give you a bit of space?”

His hands flexed a bit on my thighs as he considered; “... I … no … I want this, my god, I want this, I … I want you, I just …” he sighed softly, resting his forehead against my chest, mumbling into my tummy; “... I … don't think I can have your hands under my clothes yet. … I'm sorry.”

I softly hushed him, stroking his hair more and kissed the top of his head; “you don't have to apologize for having boundaries. And I'm glad you know you can tell me when they come up, that's how this is supposed to work.”

“... Ok.” He nodded, sighing softly as he looked up at me. “... I don't want to stop, but I don't know how to continue either …”

I nodded, stroking his hair gently. “Hmm … well, … why don't we start by getting changed into some more comfortable clothes?”

He nodded, nuzzling into my chest. “Yeah, I … I can do that.”

I stroked his hair more, smiling gently. “Ok. … Since you don't want my hands under your clothes yet, why don't you pick out something that covers anywhere you don't want me to touch? And then, after we're changed and had a moment to calm down, we can see about continuing this in a way that feels safe and comfortable?”

He nodded again, sliding his arms up to hug my waist. “Yeah, that … that sounds nice. … It's really ok?”

“It's really ok. Thank you for telling me what went wrong so we could fix it together.” he slowly released me, and I slid off his thighs, turning around. “Can you help me unzip this?”

He stood, resting a hand on my back, and slowly slid the zipper down. “... You look incredible tonight~”

I giggled softly, looking over my shoulder; “thank you~ you do too~”

I went into the bathroom to change into my pj shorts and an oversized shirt, took my makeup off, and finally met Jason in his room. He was sitting on his bed in the dark when I came in. “Do you want the light to stay off?”

He cleared his throat; “Um … yeah, I … I think it would help. Is that weird?”

“No, it's not weird, baby. And even if it were, it would be ok.” I carefully made my way toward the bed, stopping when my knees hit the side. “Can I come up?”

“Yeah, come sit next to me.” He leaned forward, his hand finding mine and gently pulling me onto the bed with him. I grinned, letting him pull me into a hug. I was surprised to realize his arms were bare; he had opted for a tank top, the first time I'd known him to wear one, and sweatpants.

“You’re ok with me touching your arms?” I looked up at his face, barely making out his eyes in the dark room.

“Yeah, I … I think it'll be ok. I want to try at least.” He nodded, gently cupping my cheek. “Can I do something?”

I nodded, kissing his thumb as it slid across my lower lip. He shifted, laying down, and pulled me to lay on my side in front of him. Face to face, he carefully rested his hand on my waist, stroking my side gently. I sighed happily, blinking slowly. “Mh~ this is nice~ … you make me feel so safe~”

“... I wish I could have done something to actually make you safe tonight … Fucking Nightwing …” he growled softly, sounding a bit … bitter?

I frowned, gently cupping his cheek; “You did make me safe; you kept me close, stayed between me and the guys with the guns, and then you pulled me into the cellar. My big, strong, handsome protector~”

He squirmed a bit, sighing softly; “... If you say so…”

I chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw. “I do say so~ I'm your girl, remember? I choose you, always.”

He pulled me closer, kissing back. “... You could have better…”

“Even if there was better out there, I wouldn't want it. I want you.”

“... I want you too. … God, I want you so much~” he cupped my cheeks, kissing me gently.

I moaned softly, kissing back, and gently gripped his wrists. My fingers trailed across his muscular arms, eventually finding a long thin scar. I delicately traced it, feeling him shiver a bit.

“Ah … wh- what are you doing?”

“Sorry, should I stop?” I whispered.

“... No, it's just … what is it?”

I shrugged a bit, nuzzling against him; “... I like the scars.”

“... You … like them?”

“Well, to be clear - I don't like that you got hurt. But yeah, I like the scars.”

“... Why?” He pulled back slightly.

I could feel myself blushing a bit as I continued to trace a long, hooked scar near his elbow. “... Probably because of what they represent.”

His voice came out a choked, incredulous whisper; “... They represent times I've failed. Or almost failed. … Times I wasn't fast enough, or strong enough, or smart enough…” 

“What? … Jay, no! No, no, no, baby!” I guided his hand to my lips, kissing the scar by his wrist. My lips trailed from one scar to the next as I whispered; “Your scars are from times you were brave, and strong, and kind. … When I see your scars, I see a man who doesn't let bullies win just because it's easier to walk away. I see a man who'd stand in the blade's path rather than let someone else get hurt. … You've been through so much, suffered so much, and yet you still don't turn your back and let someone else take the hit. … Some people let pain make them cruel, but not you. My man is so kind; so brave, and gentle, and determined, and loving. … These scars mean that I am safe; you would probably see and dispense with any danger long before I even got that prickly ‘being watched' feeling on the back of my neck.”

I kissed every scar I found from his hand to his inner elbow, caressing and tracing them reverently. Soon enough, he was squirming and panting softly under my touch, and moving his arm on his own to give me access to the next one. “... Y- yes … yes, of course! … W- wouldn't let anyone hurt you, baby. Promise!”

I kissed further up his arm, whispering; “I know~ you're so protective of me~ I love you so much, Jason~”

“I love you too~ God, I love you so much~ … I …” he cut himself off, shaking.

I looked up at him, nuzzling and kissing a large round scar on his bicep; “... What is it, baby?”

“I just … I don't understand … you say these things, but … I haven't even been able to tell you … how do you know?”

“... You don't have to tell me how they got here; scars born from violence are very different from scars born from clumsiness or accidents. These are the kinds of scars you expect to see on boxers and soldiers, not the remnants of that one time you cut yourself while chopping onions.”

“... You're really not mad that I haven't told you yet?”

“... Are you mad that it took me six months to tell you I was attacked the night before our first date?”

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. “Of course not!”

“Then why would I be mad you're having trouble talking about these?”

He stroked my back gently, holding me against his chest. “... I'll figure out how to do it soon. I promise…”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his shoulder. “Whenever you're ready, I'll listen.”

“... I just … I don't want anything to change, when I do …”

“Sweetheart, of course things will change. But I think they'll change for the better, when I have more context. … We're stumbling in the dark, but if we know the light switch is to the left, we can search for it more efficiently.”

“ … What if it's worse? …”

“... Then we'll navigate it together. … If there's no light switch, we'll make candles.”

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⋆.˚ She’s not mine, She’s not you .ᐟ

Warmings : Arranged Marriage, Angst, Fluff, Forbidden Love/Relationship, Sneaking around and More.

In which … prince matt and maid reader have been in a secret relationship for a little bit now. But, they’ve had to keep it behind closed doors because of his royal status and family. What happens when he’s placed in an arranged marriage he doesn’t even want to be in?

01, 02

The air in your small quarters felt heavier than usual this evening. The flickering light of a single candle cast soft shadows on the stone walls as you meticulously folded linens. The familiar routine was meant to keep your mind occupied, but tonight, it couldn’t quiet the gnawing unease that had settled in your chest.

Matt had been distant all day. Normally, he’d find a reason to slip into whatever room you were working in, whether it was the grand library, the kitchens, or even the stables. He’d offer smiles and some heated actions that made your heart race. But today, he was nowhere to be found.

You told yourself it was nothing — that he was simply busy with royal duties. Yet the anxious pit in your stomach told a different story.

But then a sudden, forceful knock at your door startled you. Before you could answer, the door burst open. Matt stood in the doorway, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. His hair was messier than usual, his shirt slightly wrinkled as if he’d been running his hands through it all day. His expression was a storm of frustration and anguish, a stark contrast to the gentle, confident prince you knew.

“Matt?” you said cautiously, setting the linens aside and stepping toward him. “What’s going on?” you whisper, cautious not to upset him farther from what ever it was.

He didn’t answer right away, instead closing the door behind him with a heavy thud and locking it. His hands rested on the doorframe for a moment as he let out a slow, shaky breath. When he finally turned to face you, the fire in his eyes made your heart skip.

“They’ve done it,” he said bitterly. “They’ve made the decision for me.” his words were rough — it sounded like he just ate something that wasn’t good, whatever this was — wasn’t good.

Your brows furrowed slightly, unsure as to what he meant — but you had a feeling. “What decision?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but you already knew you weren’t going to like the answer he was going to provide you.

He took a breath, his body visibly shaking. “My parents,” he began, his voice tight with anger. “They’ve arranged a marriage. To Lady Evelina.”

The words hit you like a blow to the chest. You felt the air leave your lungs as your knees wobbled slightly. You gripped the edge of your desk for support, your fingers digging into the wood.

You stood there, the words on the tip of your tongue — but it felt like gravel running along your mouth. “When?” you managed to ask, though your voice trembled.

“The engagement is to be announced at the ball in five months.” he spat, pacing the small room like a caged animal. “They didn’t even ask me. They didn’t give me a choice.” he voice raised, hands coming up to point at his chest as to get his words across more clearly.

You stared at him, trying to process what he was saying. The weight of it pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe. “Lady Evelina…” you said softly, as if saying her name aloud would make it less real. “She’s… she’s beautiful. She’s noble. She’s—”

“She’s not you,” Matt interrupted, stopping mid-step to look at you. His gaze was fierce, almost desperate. “She’s not the one I love.” he stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world — because it was, to you both.

“Matt…” You shook your head, a lump forming in your throat. “You’re a prince. You were always going to marry someone like her. I knew that.” you said, voice cracking as you forced them through your teeth.

“No,” he said firmly, crossing the room to stand in front of you. “I told you from the beginning — I don’t care about any of that. Titles, politics, expectations — they mean nothing to me. You’re the only one who matters.”

His words, spoken with such conviction, brought tears to prick at the corner of your eyes. “And what about your kingdom?” you asked, your voice breaking even more. “What about your people? They expect you to marry someone who can strengthen alliances, someone who can stand beside you as a queen-“

“I don’t care what they expect!” he exclaimed, cutting you off as his frustration started to boil over. “I care about what I want. And I want you.”

“You think that’s enough?” you said, tears streaming down your cheeks now. “You think you can just tell your parents, your court, your entire kingdom that you love a maid, and they’ll just… accept it?” your chest twisted.

“I’ll make them accept it,” he said stubbornly, his jaw set. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Your hands trembled as you stepped away from him, needing distance to think clearly. “Matt, you’re being reckless,” you said, your voice barely steady. “You have a responsibility — to your family, to your kingdom. I can’t let you throw all of that away for me.”

He followed you, closing the space quickly between you with a few long strides. “You don’t get to decide that,” he said, his voice soft but firm. He reached for your hands, holding them gently despite the storm of emotions coursing through his veins. “This is my life. And I’m choosing you.” he whispered, gripping your hands tighter as he brought them up to place a small peck on your knuckles.

Your resolve crumbled under the weight of his words. A sob escaped your lips as you shook your head. “You shouldn’t have to choose,” you whispered. “You shouldn’t have to sacrifice everything for me.”

Matt shook his head, “Don’t you see?” he said, his voice breaking. “I’m not sacrificing anything. You’re the only thing that’s ever felt right. Without you, none of it matters.”

And you stared at him — your tears falling freely now. His love for you was undeniable, but so was the impossible weight of the world he lived in.

“And Lady Evelina?” you asked bitterly. “What about her? She’s being forced into this, too. She deserves someone who loves her.”

“She does,” Matt admitted, his shoulders slumping slightly. “But that person won’t be me. I’ll talk to her. I’ll tell her the truth.“ he says.

“And what if she wants you to be that person?” The question hung in the air like a dark cloud, the unspoken reality neither of you wanted to face.

Matt’s hands tightened around yours once more, his grip almost desperate. “Then I’ll find another way,” he said firmly. “I’ll talk to my parents, the council — whoever I need to. There has to be another way.” his voice was almost a plea now — the once storm was still there, but muffled now.

“Matt…” Your voice was barely a whisper. “Sometimes there isn’t.”

He pulled you into his arms suddenly, holding you so tightly it was as if he thought you might disappear. His chin rested on the top of your head, and you could feel his chest rising and falling against you.

“I won’t lose you,” he murmured, his voice steady despite the tears you could hear in it. “No matter what it takes, I won’t lose you.”

You closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into his embrace for what you feared might be the last time. “I love you, Matt,” you whispered. “But this… it’s bigger than us. You can’t fix this.”

“Yes, I can,” he said softly, but there was a crack in his voice that betrayed his own doubt. “I have to.”

For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist. There was no Lady Evelina, no arranged marriage, no impossible expectations. There was only Matt, his arms around you, and the love you both felt but couldn’t hold onto.

But reality had a way of creeping back in. And as you pulled away, the weight of what lay ahead settled heavily in your chest.

“Promise me something,” you said, your voice trembling.

“Anything,” he said without hesitation.

“Promise me you won’t lose yourself in this fight,” you whispered. “No matter what happens, no matter what you have to do — don’t lose the part of you that I fell in love with.”

He cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that streaked your cheeks. “I won’t,” he said softly, his voice steady now. “But I can’t promise that I won’t fight for you. Because I will. Until my last breath.”

a/n : holy shit balls y’all. i have been thinking about this for so long and now i have finally, FINALLY, written the first part. i’m not sure how many parts there will be after this or what direction it’ll go in, i’m just building as i go. BUT — i hope you all enjoy this first part 😛

[b00kdiary]

Take it | Azriel & Cassian (II)

Azriel x Cassian x Plus Size Reader

Rhysand's playing Cupid and his meddling has you experiencing something you never would have thought possible.

Warnings: Mature content (18+), mature language, fluff, and SMUT.

MASTERLIST - 1 and 2

The walk back up to my room feels like an eternity.

From the moment I said those final words and turned on my heel and began to walk away, time seemed to slow down, seemed to stop when they both rose as one, their feet silent as they followed me out the door.

Trekking through the corridors, the three of us were deathly silent, the only sound of my heels clicking against the floor and our soft breaths dancing in the air. I could feel it, feel them, watching me- over my hips, my ass, my legs, watching my hair sway with every swift step.

And now we were here, in my room, and it was sobering, to say the least.

I came to a steady halt in the middle of my room and my breaths sawed in and out of me as I felt the indomitable power of them behind me. I heard them step inside, heard them stop, heard my door click shut- and then lock.

I waved my hand idly and the candles and log fire in my room blazed to life, bathing the darkness with light, bathing us with light. Forcing air into my lungs, I turned and stopped short at the sight of them both before me.

Azriel and Cassian watched me, their bodies as still as death, constellations shining in their eyes, and I could scent their desire all over them. They waited despite their need; despite the fact they were thrumming with energy- waited for me to decide.

"Y/N," Cassian muttered, his voice like gravel and my heart fluttered at the small, kind smile he gave me- as if placating my nerves, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

My knees were trembling, weak and numb with anxiety, but I steeled my spine and forced down every shred of worry and insecurity that threatened to overwhelm me.

I was sure.

It was palpable, the way their auras shifted, breaths catching in their throats when I lifted my chin, letting my shield drop completely, letting them scent and feel everything I did. They track my movements like predators, watching with terrifying attention as I slip my hands behind me.

And unlace my dress.

My hands shake as I tug on the ties, loosening the back enough that when I drag my hands up to the straps on my shoulders, hooking my fingers under them, it all comes apart with ease.

A growl reverberates through the room- from which male I can't tell. Not as I haul the silk dress down my breasts, my stomach, tugging it down my hips and thighs before letting it slip from my fingers and pool at my heeled feet.

Utterly naked, utterly bare- body and soul.

"Are the two of you sure you want to do this?" I ask, my trembling hands clenching at my sides, but I push myself to meet their gazes, to not let my fears control me.

But when my eyes meet theirs, I wonder why I ever questioned them at all.

They watched me, no, more than that- they saw me. Eyes trickled down my body, across my flesh, seeing every curve and roll, seeing my stretch marks and cellulite, and being in awe of every inch of me.

Cassian approached me first, his long legs bringing him to me in seconds and the smile on his face, the wonder made me dizzy. My eyes flutter when his handsome face ducks down inches from mine, a large, calloused hand cupping my cheek firmly, lovingly.

"You are fucking magnificent," Cassian was breathless, I could hear his heart pounding and my hands lift to his chest, my fingers finding purchase in the material of his shirt, to keep my knees from giving out. "Can I kiss you, angel?"

A whimper slipped from me when he brushed his lips against mine, the barest touch, a whisper of a kiss as if trying to coax me into more. His hands didn't leave my face and didn't touch my body, not until I said he could.

"Please, Cass," I whispered, my voice fragmented and the need in my tone was all it took for him to lose all hold of his control.

Cassian's eyes flared and I barely got down a breath before his hand fell to my exposed waist and he tugged me flush against him, his lips capturing mine. I gasped into the kiss, gasped into him and every thought eddied from my mind at the taste of him.

Cassian's mouth tasted me, devoured me, he sucked and explored and prodded in a way that told me he wanted to memorise every inch of my mouth, my lips. My back arched like a bow when his fingers razed down my body, kneading my flesh, as if he couldn't get enough of the feel of me.

I didn’t fight him for control didn’t want to not as he pressed me to his steeled body, not as he cupped my ass in his hands, not as he kissed and kissed and kissed me.

Cassian drew his mouth from mine, begrudgingly, and my body shivered, my core clenching when another set of hands settled against my skin, as another set of hands traced across my stomach and hips, a solid chest pressing against my back.

"Az," I purred his name, eyes rolling at the feel of his mouth as my ear, canines nipping and teasing, jagged breath washing over me. Cassian grinned, a flash of white teeth before his strong hands turned me, so fast that I giggled from the dizziness, now meeting a different pair of hazel eyes.

"Look at you," Azriel muttered, wondering eyes feral, his tone dripping with praise and want as he let his scarred hands travel across my flesh, as he let those wild shadows feel me too. "Beautiful, so fucking beautiful."

Heat blossomed over my cheeks, over my body at his sweet words and I let that feeling guide me as I ran my hands up Azriel's magnificent body, until my fingers curled into the roots of his soft hair, and I was pulling him down closer to my face.

Cauldron, these males could kiss.

His hand wrapped around my throat, keeping me exactly where he wanted me as his lips met mine, and I could do nothing, didn't want to do anything, but let Azriel taste me as fiercely as he wanted.

Languid, broad strokes of his tongue against mine, satiating and wholly powerful, a male used to being in charge, used to having a female submit, to take all the pleasure he gives and beg for more- and I would, I would beg if I had to.

I moaned into Azriel's mouth, my eyes clamped shut at the intensity of it all- so many hands, tugging my breasts, rolling my nipples, palming the flesh of my ass, lips kissing my neck, canines scrapping against my sweet spots, rumbling growls of need piercing the air.

It was just like Rhys had shown me this morning, the both of them, absolutely worshipping me, both kissing and tasting and touching me, and I felt like the fire fanning between my legs was about to fucking explode.

"Please, please-" My voice sounds pathetic, whiny, and desperate as I drag myself away from the perfect torture of Azriel's lips, breathless and eyelids heavy as I choke out the words.

"We've got you, angel," Cassian chuckled roughly from behind me, and I saw Azriel's lip tilt into a purely male smile, the both of them staring down at me, loving how strung out I was. "We're gonna take real good care of you, don't worry."

An impatient sound escaped me, a mixture between a snarl and a whine but any protests or curses I was ready to spew fell short when I was suddenly whirled around, Azriel's hand gripping painfully into my hair, forcing my head back to look up into Cassian's dark eyes.

"So impatient," Cassian tutted, lip curling and my chest rose and fell like tidal waves as the male silently stared down at me, neither of them touching me spare the grip Az had on my scalp. "Az, you don't mind if I have a taste do you brother?"

Taste- Gods above I was going to pass out.

"By all means," Azriel replied, an almost feline satisfaction humming in his low tone, "I wonder if she's as sweet as she smells?"

I was definitely about to pass out.

Cassian grins and I melt into him when he kisses my lips again, only for a second, before he begins to kiss down my body, down my jaw, my neck, my chest, his tongue trailing over my hard nipples- all the way until he's kneeling before me.

The room was painfully silent as Cassian's gaze met the wet, aching spot between my legs and I wasn't breathing, not even thinking, as he curled his large hand around my thick thigh, his movement graceful as he lifted my leg, and hooked it over his shoulder- exposing me to him.

His fingers carved crescent moons into my thigh as he marvelled at the sight of me, and I clenched around nothing at the way his face hardened, like a male conquering, a warrior after he'd won the war.

"I'm going to fucking enjoy this," Cassian teased, kissing the flesh of my inner thigh and I could do nothing but force air into my lungs and lean into Azriel's solid chest, his towering form peering over my shoulder, watching his brother get closer and closer to where I needed him most.

"Cass-Cassian!"

There was no warning, no sign, not as Cassian lurched forward and wrapped his lips around my throbbing, desperate clit.

"Cauldron," I moaned, almost pathetically loud as Cassian's tongue parted my folds, as he teased and lapped against my clit, as the sounds of him eating me out danced through the air like a lewd song.

He groaned, the grumble reverberating through me, his contentment clear as he curled another hand around to palm my ass, shoving his face between my pillowy thighs and running his tongue over my core again and again until I was on the verge of screaming.

"It seems you taste even better than I thought, sweetheart," Azriel muses haughtily against my neck, and my body trembles when his canines pierce the flesh there, his arms hooked around my stomach like a vice.

He was forcing me to endure Cassian's relentless mouth, to endure his bite and the shadows torturing my sensitive breasts and all of it made my release barrel closer and closer.

It was almost embarrassing, how quickly his skilled tongue made me inch toward my climax.

"I'm so-so close," I babbled, tears leaking down my face now, my body writhing against Azriel's hold as Cassian's tongue toyed back and forth, back and forth with my clit, occasionally stopping to suck the bud harshly between his lips, teeth nipping until I couldn't contain my noise.

He's smirking against my cunt at the sounds that slip from me, and I choke on a pleasured cry when he suddenly shoves two large, calloused fingers into me, my core so wet that he has no resistance as he fucks them deep inside me.

"C'mon sweetheart," Azriel coaxes, his hands bruising as he holds down my flailing hips, pressing me back so that I can feel the terrifyingly large, hard imprint of his cock against my ass. "Make a mess all over Cassian's face, you're nearly there."

His tone was almost condescending, mocking and somehow, something dark and twisted and dirty within me seemed to feed off his words. Because Cassian flicked against my clit, his fingers curled against a spongey spot in me, and suddenly it was all splintering to pieces.

"Cassian, Cassian!"

Everything went dark for a second as my back arched and my body went unnaturally still, and I went limp against their bodies as a sea of release washed over me. I moaned, desperately loud, my stomach clenching and unclenching as my climax pulsed and pulsed and pulsed.

I sag back in exhaustion, my eyes clamped shut as I try and catch my breath, waves of release still rocking through me and slowly fading into oblivion. The hands around me have softened, tender as they soothe me through the high.

"How you feeling, angel?" In the time it takes for me to come down from my climax, Cassian's now stood before me and as my eyes flutter open and meet his, I can't help but smile at the adoration on his face, hopelessly sweet as he cups my cheek, brushing my hair from my sweaty face.

"I'm doing great," I giggle, a manic, gravelled sound and Cassian chuckles, white teeth flashing, and I know Azriel's amused too, just from the way his chest shakes with laughter against my back.

"You look pretty worn out," Azriel mumbles from behind me and I try and force some dominance back into my eyes as I glance over the shoulder at him, at his gorgeous face and greedy gaze, and I raise a brow.

"It'll take more than that to truly wear me out, Az," I say pointedly, and the way his eyes narrow- as if calling me a brat- makes me even wetter than I was. "When I get to that point, trust me you'll know... assuming you can get me there?"

I was playing with fire, I knew it the second those words left my lips- and all sweetness and calm vanished from his eyes, vanished from the room. And suddenly, I was trapped between two apex predators, two Illyrian males who could fuck me senseless, fuck me until I was begging them to stop.

"Get on the bed, sweetheart," Az commanded, the voice of a five-hundred-year-old male, of a spymaster, a torturer, a killer, "Don't make me ask twice."

Cassian laughs- actually laughs- when I rush to do so, the dominance in Azriel's face, his voice, making it impossible for me to not swiftly move to the bed, climbing up the satin material until I've reached the middle.

"Lay down, angel," Cassian states and the air in my lungs turns to ash when they both begin reaching behind them to the hooks on their shirts, releasing them to pull off the materials. "and spread those pretty legs for us."

I do it, I obey- but I don't take my eyes off them. Not as acres of corded muscle and dark, captivating whorls are exposed, not as I see the ripples of packs down their glorious stomachs, trails of dark hair following under the band of their slacks.

I watch them, captivated, and they watch me, enthralled.

I gaze at them as they unlace their breeches, biting on my cheek hard enough to taste blood as the fabrics come loose and they start tugging them down, almost in unison, their dark eyes never once leaving the spot between my spread thighs.

Mor was right- wingspan did correlate to size.

“Starting to regret taunting us now, huh?” Cassian snorts, seeing my doe eyes get wider and wider, flickering between the two of them as they yanked off their breeches, discarding them on the floor beside them.

I lifted my chin, feigning arrogance but deep down, my stomach coiled at the idea of fitting them into me, how they would stretch my cunt, stretch my mouth, how they’d fucking ruin me.

“Just say the word, and we’ll take it easy on you,” Cass rounded the bed, in all his naked glory, hazel eyes blackening to dark chocolate at the sight of me sprawled out on the bed, and I saw his cock twitch as he settled beside me. “You just gotta tell us if you can’t take it.”

His words were sincere, telling me that whatever I felt I should tell them- but there was also a challenge there as if asking how much I could handle.

I sucked in a harsh breath of air when scarred hands began languishing up my calves and my eyes flashes forward, to Azriel, who knelt on the bed between my parted legs, wings splaying up high behind him.

“Is that what you want sweetheart?” Azriel cocked his head, abs rippling as he leaned forward on his palms, slotting my thighs around his lean waist, so close that his cock brushed my folds. “You want us to go easy on you?”

“No,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my back bowing as Azriel reaches down and grabs hold of his long, thick length, the tip already leaking pre-cum- and I gasp when he rubs himself through my soaking wet folds. “I want-want you to fuck me hard, I can take it, I can-“

Azriel doesn’t wait for me to finish my sentence, not as he shoves his cock into me, hard and brutal, unforgiving as he sheaths his painfully thick length in until he’s hitting my cervix. And Cauldron, do I scream.

“There you go,” Cassian praises from beside me, hands combing through my messy hair and beaming as I cry out at Azriel’s ruthlessness, pulling his cock out to the tip before shoving himself back in all the way, again and again.

“Az-Azriel-“ I choke, my walls clenching around him as his hips fuck into me, forcing me to adjust to his size, his hands at my waist bruising as he keeps me in place. “Oh, my fucking Gods.”

“Taking it so well,” Azriel growled, and his smile was feral when my legs hooked around his waist, my eyes rolling as he slipped in deeper, hitting a spot that had me fisting the sheets under me. “Wrapped around my cock so good.”

“Cass, Cass, please,” I force my eyes open, my body rocking wildly, my tits bouncing as Azriel fucks me, our arousals wet through the air. My lips pout- my blowjob red lips- and Cassian’s smile is almost terrifying.

As if this is exactly what he had been picturing from the moment I said those words.

He hisses when my small hand wraps around his hard length, cursing as I pump my hand up and down, my mouth watering as he shifts on his knees, guiding his tip to my mouth, ever so slowly pushing past my lips.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Cassian moans gutturally, a sound that shoots straight to my pulsing clit as I take him further into my mouth, not stopping even when he hits the back of my throat. I gagged, making Cassian tighten his fingers into my scalp, his hands guiding me.

Azriel moaned, spreading my legs so that he could lean forward, palms braced on either side of my chest, and I mewled around Cassian’s cock as he plucked a nipple between his lips, teeth biting hard against the bud.

I was making such a mess- around Azriel’s cock, my arousal dripping down my thighs and onto the sheets below me as he rutted into me, skin slapping skin. I made a mess around Cassian’s cock too, spit, and pre-cum gathered covering his stomach as he bucked his hips, fucking my mouth how he liked.

“Just-just like that,” Cassian gasped, voice rasping like sandpaper, his words stuttering and broken as I bobbed my head up and down his length, feeling him twitch in my mouth, thighs tensing under my palms. “Got me so close, angel.”

I feed off his confession, feed off the jagged sounds Az makes against my wet breasts as he pounds into me, and I’m sucking harder, cheeks hollowing, tongue raking along the veined sides and Cassian snarls.

I gag as he bucks his hips up, hitting the back of my throat, and I can feel his cock twitching, a guttural, animalistic sound tearing from his lips as his orgasm hits, and I can’t help but take him deeper into my mouth, whimpering when he shoots hot spurts of his cum down my throat.

“Look at you, swallowing his cum,” Azriel grits out sardonically, watching Cassian’s cock pull free from my mouth, pearly cum gathered on my lips. His hand wraps around my throat, pressing down on either side- and forcing my eyes to his. “You gonna be a good girl and come around my cock now?”

“Yes, yes, yes-“ I cry out, head spinning from the hold Az has around my windpipe, my pussy throbbing as he moves faster, hips angled up, hitting a spot inside me that had me seeing stars. “Close, so close, Azriel, Az-“

A sob lodges in my throat when pressure brushes against my clit- not Azriel’s hand, but his shadows. My toes curl, back arching as they toy with the bundle of nerves, messily flicking and pulling and rubbing in a way that makes it hard to breathe.

“Let go, Y/N,” Cassian whispers, kissing my jaw, his tongue trailing softly against my skin, and grinning at the sound of Azriel fucking me, the sounds that tumble from my lips uncontrolled.

It’s too much, the shadows abusing my clit, Azriel’s cock buried deep in my cunt, hammering against that sweet spot, Cassian coaxing me toward that edge.

“I’m- Azriel, I’m-“ I can’t speak, all sound silencing in my lungs as my climax hits me, hard and fast and all-consuming, so strong that my thighs clamp down around Azriel’s waist, trapping his cock deep inside me.

Hot white release, like stars exploding across my vision, a kind of pleasure I’d never felt before, an orgasm that leaves me reeling.

“Shit,” Azriel curses, sweat covering his brow, dampening his hair and I feel his hips start to falter as my core clenches and unclenches around him, sucking him in deep and rough, my orgasm rippling through every inch of my pussy.

“Shit-“

I hear an amused chuckle and my release dies down just enough for me to crack my eyes open- to see Cassian running his hand down the bridge of Azriel’s wing, a sadistic smile tracing his lips as he traces the talon at the tip, watching Azriel shake above me.

It was the hottest thing I had ever seen- Azriel above me, eyes unable to stay open, the muscles in his arms stiff with the exertion of keeping himself up, his beautiful face twisted in pure pleasure as he buried his cock inside me- and fell apart.

I feel my cunt pulse as Azriel roars, the hand at the base of my throat clamping down just right and I moan as his cock twitches, his hot seed spilling into me, making a mess as he fills me up.

The fire inside me begins to wane, slowly fading into oblivion as Azriel stops completely, panting and trembling, as my thighs loosen from him, collapsing to the bed in exhaustion. My eyes close unwittingly, and I scrunch my nose uncomfortably as Azriel’s cock slips free, leaving me feeling empty.

Yet still pulsing with the aftermath of him being inside me.

“Sweetheart?”

“C’mon Angel, let us see those pretty eyes.”

I flutter my eyes open at the sound of their sweet voices, so at odds with the dominant, authoritative males they had been moments before. I blink away the fog covering my gaze- meeting two pairs of warm, honeyed hazel eyes.

“There she is,” Cassian grins brightly, and I sigh when his hands come to my hair again, his fingers soothingly running through the knots, easing the ache of where had been tugging minutes before.

“Are you okay?” Azriel asked quietly, and I couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at my lips as I glanced forward to him, seated between my legs, hands rubbing at my thighs, and a worried frown on his lips.

“Remember when I said you would know when I was worn out?” I whispered, my voice sore as I rose onto my elbows, a soft laugh escaping me when both their eyes dropped to my breasts, shaking with the movement.

“This is me worn out,” I bite my lip, and the way their faces brighten, the way they both smile- it was pure masculine satisfaction, the most Fae male thing they could do.

“Then it seems we did our jobs, angel,” Cassian winks, settling so that I was leaning against his chest now, my head dropping against his still-racing heart. I felt my cheeks heat, but I smiled as he ducked his head, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

I groaned as Azriel’s hands began massaging across my body, from my calves to my thighs, up my hips and waist, over my arms and shoulders, until his body was towering above me, hazel eyes glinting like stars.

“It’s also our job to take care of you after wearing you out, Y/N,” Az whispered, a small grin tilting his lips, and my heart fluttered, so full of light, as he kissed me, just as pure and careful as Cassian had.

“Just relax, sweetheart.” 

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but daddy i love him | prologue

Summary: As the daughter of a notorious mob boss, you must balance loyalty, love, and the ever-present danger of concealing a forbidden romance with Bucky Barnes, your oldest brother's closest friend.

Warnings: This story contains themes of secrecy, forbidden romance, and familiar conflict. High School/Mob AU. - Also, a lot of what happens in this series will be done while the characters are underage, for example, alcohol and drug consumption.

Word Count: 1110

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A/N: Hello again. So, this is the start of the rewrite of ITHK and Safe & Sound, I have tried to blend the stories together to create a new one. I have added the tag lists from the series below, but please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from this series. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B

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In the heart of New York City. beneath the towering skyscrapers and blinding lights, lay a world where shadows concealed secrets and power whispered through the alleys. As the youngest and only daughter of a city's most notorious mob boss, you’ve learned to live with the constant hum of dangers that surrounded your family’s empire.

Attending Brooklyn Prep, a private high school, you maintain the facade of the diligent student, blending in with the privileged children of New York’s elite. And, beneath your polished exterior lay a hidden truth– your forbidden relationship with Bucky Barnes, your older brother Steve’s best friend. 

The epitome of loyalty and righteousness, Steve saw Bucky as another brother figure in your life. Dismissing any inkling of suspicion, he firmly believed that Bucky saw you as nothing more than a sister. “Bucky’s just looking out for her,” Stever would often reassure your twin brother, Peter, whenever his suspicions surfaced. Yet, you knew the truth. There was a passion that simmered beneath Bucky’s protective facade, your stolen glances and hidden smiles told a different story. 

One afternoon, as the school bell rang, you made your way toward an empty classroom at the end of the hall. The door opened with a creak, and before you could say a word, Bucky pulled you inside. His hand gripped your waist as his lips crashed onto yours. Your knees felt weak as the intensity of his kiss made you melt into his embrace, forgetting for a moment the world outside.

“I’ve missed you, Sunshine,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with longing. His hands roamed up your back, pulling you closer. 

“I missed you too,” you whispered back between kisses, your fingers tangling in his hair. 

His kisses became more urgent, his breath hot against your skin. “We need to be more careful,” he muttered, breaking away for a moment, resting his forehead against yours. “Peter’s been watching us again. He almost caught me slipping a note into your locker yesterday.” 

Your heart skipped a beat. “I know. He’s suspicious, but Steve… Steve keeps dismissing him.” 

Bucky sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “We can’t let our guard down. If Peter finds out… if your father finds out…” 

Placing a finger on his lips, you silenced him. “We’ll be careful, we have to be.” 

Just as your lips met again, the sound of footsteps in the hallway made you both freeze. Pulling away reluctantly, you straightened your clothing and tried to calm your racing heart. “I’ll see you tonight,” he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of longing and resolve. 

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You found solace in the garden of your family’s estate that afternoon. The vibrant blooms and gentle rustle of leaves provide a calm sanctuary for your mind. Sat on a stone bench, under an old oak tree, you lost yourself in a book. The pages offered a temporary escape from the tension of your double life. 

However, the tranquility was short-lived as the sound of abrupt footsteps approached. Glancing up, you see Peter emerging from the shadows– a chill cast over the serene garden. 

“What are you doing out here?”  he asked, his voice dripping with contempt as he approached. His gaze was cold and calculating. 

“Reading,” you replied, keeping your voice steady as you gestured to the book in your hands.

Peter scoffed. “Of course,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the garden. “I wonder if Bucky would be interested in your taste for quiet corners. Or, maybe… he’s already familiar with them.” 

Your grip on your book tightens, your knuckles turning white as his words cut deep. “Leave me alone, Pete.” 

A cruel smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Make me, Princess,” he taunts, seizing the book out of your hands. Frustration coursed through your veins as his actions were fueled by his desire to provoke and intimidate. 

“Give it back,” you demanded, rising to your feet.

Peter laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed through the garden. “What’s the matter, little sister?” his taunts continued, flipping through the pages. “Can’t handle a little fun?” 

The urge to lash out nearly overwhelmed you as your fists clenched. Thankfully, the years of conditioning yourself to keep your emotions in check and not steep to his level held you back. “Just give it back,” you repeated with a sigh.

His grin widened, thriving on your discomfort. “Or what?” he challenges. “What are you going to do about it?” 

Before you could respond, a voice cuts through the tension, sending both you and Peter snapping your heads around in surprise.

“What’s going on here?” Steve stood at the edge of the garden. An expression mixed with concern and disapproval as his gaze flickered between you and Peter. “Pete, Dad wants a word.” 

Peter hesitated for a moment, his eyes narrowing in defiance. But, he ultimately tossed the book aside with a dismissive flick of the wrist, indifference spreading across his features. You let out a shaky breath as Peter disappeared back toward the house. The tension drained from your shoulders as you knelt, reaching for your book.

Waiting for Peter to be out of earshot, you turned to Steve with a furrowed brow. “Did Dad really want to talk to him?” 

Solemnly, Steve shook his head. “No, he didn’t. But, if there’s anyone Peter’s scared of, it’s Dad.” 

You nodded. Despite being your twin brother, Peter’s demeanor and motivations often baffled you both. “Thank you, Stevie,” you said softly, your eyes filled with gratitude as you met his gaze. 

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Later that evening, as dusk settled over the estate, you stole away to a secluded spot in the garden. The spot you had discovered years ago was a blind spot in your father’s security system, a place where the cameras couldn’t reach. It had become your sanctuary, a hidden nook where you and Bucky often met secretly.

The air was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the clandestine meeting. Bucky took your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. “I wish we didn’t have to hide like this,” he murmured, his thumb brushing gently across your cheek. 

“Me neither,” you whispered back, your heart aching with the weight of secrecy. “But, he’d kill you if he knew.” 

Bucky nodded, his jaw tightening. “I’ll find us a way,” he vowed, his voice unwavering. “I won’t let anyone come between us.” 

You leaned into him and in the quiet sanctuary of the garden, you and Bucky found a brief respite from the tumultuous currents of your lives.

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