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#Doodles#Original#Tala#BunBonBop#Yaaay the Tala in the BBB universe idea finally congealed into a full concept! Love when that happens haha#It's also fun to see two of my cutest lads interact haha ♥#Bun-Bun can be quite courageous if given the right stimuli! I feel like I've only drawn her being silly or weepy the poor lad haha#She's a good lad! Deserves to be shown for all her many facets haha#I don't think I've ever mentioned her actual age - I mentioned she's pre-pubescent but never an actual number#Partially because their brand also obscures their real age lol ♪ All the BBBs are a year apart but their image is ''triplets''#They all Shift to be the same apparent age but they're not! Bunny's the middle child both in her family and among the BBBs haha#She's 12 :) And Tala's 7 so she's intimidated by this large child! Even tho Bun's only a couple inches taller than her#Mostly Tala just doesn't do well with strangers and she's in a new environment without her adult attendent - she's very freaked out#Piggybacking off the previous idea of property/person bodily rights and kidnapping - I think it was just such a mixup that happened here#Bunny especially but all the BBBs like plushies so it's not unusual to occasionally find one sitting around forgotten#Or like cleaning up after a shoot - Tala probably just wandered away for a moment and Shifted into her plush form since she's tiny#Much easier to sneak around! But then froze when another person showed up and got carried inside D: Very scary!#She probably shifted back just in time for Bunny to notice her - taking up the rear of the BBBs going to their next appointment#But also Bunny is rather observant! Definitely more than people give her credit for since she can also be a bit spacy ♥#But she's quite kind and altruistic :) She's a sweet lad! Shifting down to her minimum age (if you recall when Shifting starts presenting!)#Just so she'll look like Tala can help her rather than the other way around ♪ And talking so it's not awkward haha#Oh yeah - last fun fact lol - time Shifters' clothes don't Shift with them so she's swimming in her clothes a little bit lol#The BBBs' clothes are made with Shifting in mind but they do have an upward limit! Or I guess downward limit in this case lol
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I am BEGGING you to write about hannigram x innocent fem reader. mayyyybee featuring age gap and breeding? :) she just asks them "what does break my belt mean?" and oh..
Caretaker… Hannigram x fem! Reader
Synopsis: it’s up to Will and Hannibal to take care of you, however that may be.
Content warning . 18+, MDNI age gap (reader is in her early 20s), spanking/usage of belts, punishments, dumbification, threesome, cum play, daddy kink . hard dom! Hannibal, soft dom! Will
Author’s Note: I didn’t know how to go about this (my brain isn’t braining rn) so I did smth similar :) this is literally pure filth like Im ovulating sorry
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“You need to stop being so hard on yourself.”
Will’s voice is soft as he gently rubs your sock clad feet, watching the small wince that you make when he grazes over a bruised toe. You adjust yourself on your bed, bottom becoming numb from how long you’ve been sitting. You slide the sleeves of your dress back up on your shoulders— they have a hard time staying up, and it’s something that annoys you incredibly.
“He’s right,” Hannibal chimes from the cushioned seat in the corner of the room. He closes the book in his hand and sets it on the desk beside him. It’s funny, how different these two men look in your pink, frilly room. “You’re working yourself too hard, little one.”
You frown, feeling the bed dip as Hannibal joins you and Will’s side.
“But ballet is important to me.”
“So is your health,” Will replies, and notices the way you seem to fidget in your dress. “Is your dress bothering you, baby?”
You nod, heat creeping up your neck when Will lifts the hem of it over your head. Now clad in your bra and cotton panties, you feel open and exposed. But since it’s Hannibal and Will, you feel safer than you’ve ever been.
“Come here,” Will says, and you crawl over to the place in between his spread thighs as he leans against your headboard. Hannibal follows in quiet suit, moving to Will’s side and holding your hand in his much larger one. Will’s hands play with your hair as you think back to something you’d been wanting to ask the two for a while.
“Can one of you use your belt on me?”
The soft scrape against your scalp stops at the question.
“What?”
“I mean,” you mumble, cheeks flaring. “I was watching a video.. ‘n.. the guy, he—“
“You’ve been watching naughty videos?” Hannibal inquires. You shake your head, wide doe eyes flashing.
“No!” You reply, too quickly. “No, of course not.”
“Hmm,” the man shifts, gripping the soft skin of your jaw gently with his hand. Looking into your eyes, he can see the deceit in them. “You have, haven’t you? You know what we say about those videos, darling. They’re bad for you,” he looks back to the other man in the room. “Maybe we will have to spank her after all. Don’t you think, Will?”
“Play nice, Hannibal,” Will warns, though his mouth pulls into a small, amused smirk. “She’s sensitive. Probably doesn’t even know what she’s asking for.”
“I do.” you whine, pawing at the sleeve of Hannibal’s suit. He chuckles, thumb rubbing gently over your wrist.
“Come here then, little one,” Hannibal coos. “Over my knee.”
Your eyes widen, pouty lips dropping open in awe.
“Now?” You squeak.
Will rolls his eyes, patting you softly on the arm.
“You heard him, Bunny. Go on.”
Getting on your hands and knees, panty clad ass now revealing the puff ball bunny tail on the back of the fabric, the two of them think you’re the cutest little thing they’ve ever seen. You hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone, and watch as Will hands over his belt to Hannibal. It’s your favorite one, plain black but with a belt buckle that has your initials imprinted. Will wears it often— he’s not one to have flashy accessories, but since it was a gift from you he cherishes it dearly.
Since Will is on Hannibal’s left side, you decide to position yourself with your face directed towards him. This leads to your arms and face being smooshed against Will’s thighs, and he gently rubs your head with his hands. Hannibal hums when your ass lifts up for him, bunny tail flickering as you move your hips to get his attention.
“We should keep these on, don’t you think?” He says, fingers grazing over the bunny tail. “Too precious to pull them down, lover.”
You nod shyly, letting out a puff of air when Will’s fingers begin fumbling with the hooks on your bra. He advises you to slide the straps off your shoulders when he undoes them, and you awkwardly shuffle them off. Will’s hands move around your back to grope one of your breasts. The feeling of cold leather against your backside makes you whimper, and Hannibal positions his hand on the bottom of your thigh.
“Move your hands behind your back,” Hannibal demands. “You aren’t in any position of control. If you want to stop, you know the rules.”
“Yes, daddy,” you reply, almost immediately. You move your arms back to link them together, Will’s hands gripping the both of yours tightly to make sure you don’t move.
“Good girl,” and then, “You’re going to count each one I give you. We will stop at ten since this is your first time.”
You nod, as much as you can with your face buried in Will’s lap. You can feel the hardness in his pants, right up against your cheek, and your mouth waters.
There’s a comforting rub against your left cheek before Hannibal brings the belt down. It isn’t too bad, a slight sting that makes you jump.
“One.” You say, quietly. Your ass lifts up for more.
“Good,” Hannibal praises, soothing the skin once more. “Are you going to watch those videos again?”
You stay silent, contemplating but also being quiet on purpose. You can’t deny that Hannibal getting angry with you makes your panties drenched.
At this, Hannibal slams the belt down onto you once again. A warning. You cry out this time, feeling a burning sensation along your skin.
“Don’t make me ask you again,” he says sternly. “And don’t make me have to break my belt on you, little one.”
“What does that mean?” you whine, ditzy little head genuinely confused by such a simple term. You inhale the scent of Will’s pants, and from above you, the brunette’s hands gently soothe your back.
“Told you, Hanni,” he singsongs. “Doesn’t even know what she’s asking for.”
“Ignoring your interruption,” Hannibal says, annoyed (but not really). He directs his attention back to you. “Tell me, little one. Yes or no?”
You bite your lower lip, cheeks flaring as your arousal increases.
“Yes.”
Hannibal scoffs.
“You’re asking for it, aren’t you?”
The belt comes down on you again. You jump, tears beginning to pool along your waterline.
“What was that?” Hannibal demands harshly. “Was that a yes that I heard?”
“No!” You say. “No, daddy, I’ll never ever watch those videos again! I promise, promise…”
You thrash against the pain, and Hannibal’s palms rub the sore skin.
“Alright,” he replies. “but I’m adding five more. Naughty girls who don’t listen get punished.”
“Hannibal,” Will warns. “She’s fragile.”
“She’s a brat, is what she is, Will. Stop defending her,” Hannibal’s hands wrap around your hair, pulling your teary eyed face up and craning your neck. “Now count. Starting from three.”
The belt comes down again, and your hands ache, along with your bottom.
“T-Three.” You say. The belt comes down on you again, and again. You count to five.
“You really need to be harder on her,” Hannibal says to Will, who’s subtly grinding against your face as he watches you writhe below him. “She needs to learn that her actions have consequences.”
“I know,” Will sighs, then gently taps the tip of your nose, and smiles softly. “But look at how precious she is.”
Hannibal rolls his eyes, bringing out the sixth then seventh hit. You can already feel the blooming of bruises by the time you hit number ten, and your aching pussy grinds down into Hannibal’s thigh. He seems to allow this, and by the twelfth hit, he’s teasing you about it.
“Is this arousing you, lover?” He asks, amused. “You only have three more to go. You better enjoy it.”
“Mm, she is,” Will cuts in, reaching down between your legs to feel your soaked panties. “Little pussy is so wet,” and then, “You ruined your panties, pup.”
Mewling, you allow another smack to come down onto your ass.
“T-Thirteen,” you whimper out. “Could.. could you buy me some new panties, Will?”
Another smack. Another number. Will tilts his head, staring at your panty clad ass.
“Mm,” he replies. “I don’t know, Hannibal. What do you think?” His fingers grasp the puff ball tail and tug it up. This makes your panties ride up in between your folds, and you gasp, humiliated. “I think baby blue would really suit her.”
“That, or lilac,” the eldest man replies. “We’ll get you a new set, little one. But only because it benefits us as much as it benefits you.”
You smile, giddy with excitement to take another shopping trip. Hannibal rubs your ass again, and Will kisses you on the head.
“One more for us, alright?”
You nod, perky ass throbbing with heat. Hannibal slams the belt down, and this time you let out a sob. It was the harshest hit, one sure to leave a welt or two. Hannibal coos when he sees your look of pain, throwing the belt to the side and gently massaging you.
“Shhh. It’s alright. Come here, darling.”
You maneuver your body to slide in between Hannibal’s legs, pulling him into a hug. His arms wrap around your smaller form, and he kisses your hair, allowing you to bury your face into his shoulder. You let out a few more stray tears while he and Will both soothe the ache on your bottom.
“You know we only do this because we have to.” Hannibal murmurs.
“I know, daddy.”
“Actions have consequences, and you asked for this sort of punishment. So we decided to give it to you,” he explains, and pulls away to wipe away your tears with his thumbs. “Did you enjoy it?”
You nod, a small smile grazing your lips.
“I did. I enjoyed it a lot.”
“Good,” he replies. “And since you’ve taken your punishment so well, I’m giving you the opportunity to ask for something. Whatever you want, you can have it.”
Your eyes brighten.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
You lick your lips, contemplating your options with excitement.
“Hmm,” you say, and then finally come to your decision. You look over to your second boyfriend, who seems to be watching you with an almost love struck gaze. “I want Will… want his mouth. Please?”
Will licks his lips at the statement. Oral is one of his favorite things to give.
“Very well,” Hannibal says, then gestures for Will. “She can lay in between my legs. You lay between hers.”
Will nods, and you happily turn around and begin sliding off your panties. Spreading your legs, you look up at Will with doe eyes as he approaches you. His lips touch yours, sliding easily against the expanse of your mouth. When he pulls away, the scent of your arousal overtakes his senses. He groans, moving down in between your legs.
Hannibal’s big arms wrap around your shoulders, keeping you still. Will flawlessly licks a stripe up your slit, making you whimper and hold onto Hannibal for dear life as he begins to eat you like a man starved. His mouth works wonders against your tiny hole and aching clit as he groans into your cunt, drinking your sweet juices like it’s nectar of the Gods.
“How does she taste?” Hannibal asks, even though he already knows the answer. He loves to go down on you just as much as the other man.
Will pulls away, chin dripping and hair disheveled.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he gasps out, nosing at your folds. His thumbs spread them apart, exposing your hole that’s coated in creamy slick. “Cutest fuckin’ cunt I’ve ever seen.”
You clench, letting him see the opening and closing of your hole. You want him to stick his tongue back inside.
You don’t have to wait long for that, because a mere second later Hannibal’s big hand splays across the back of Will’s head and pushes him back down. Will lets out a moan at this, allowing Hannibal to guide his head up and down and every which way that brings you closer and closer to your peak. Hannibal smirks, watching the way you writhe under his tongue and watch Will with hungry, lidded eyes.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” He says, and you can feel his hardness pressing against your back.
Drool seeps down your chin as you nod.
“Mhm..” you whine out. Your hands go to the boy’s hair, and he whimpers when you tug on the strands.
“He likes when you do that,” Hannibal observes, his tone low. He kisses the shell of your ear. “Do it again.”
You comply, watching the way Will’s hips grind down into the mattress when it happens and the way Hannibal lets out a heavy breath. Will’s mouth works harder, bringing your clit in between his lips and lightly sucking. You gasp out his name, hips moving against him in tandem.
“Will, Daddy.. ‘m so close..”
“Close, yes?” Hannibal taunts, and his grip around your throat tightens. His biceps practically squeeze your neck as you near closer and closer to your high, your throat gasping for breath. When your orgasm overtakes you, Hannibal loosens his grip, but not quite. You let out a raw, pleasure filled moan when you cum, Will working you through until the point of overstimulation, your legs shaking and your sock clad feet pushing on his shoulders. He chuckles when he pulls away, a pleased grin forming as he wipes his slick coated mouth on the back of his wrist. And boy, is it a sight. He licks up the remaining remnants of your arousal with his tongue, hands splaying on either side of you and Hannibal’s legs so he can move up and kiss you filthily on the mouth. Hannibal is next, a tender peck that makes the cock against your lower back twitch. It has him licking his lips when Will pulls away, his lashes fluttering as he sighs in content. He presses a kiss to your mouth, too, and relaxes even further.
It’s only a mere moment of rest before you can feel that familiar throb again, and the sight of your two boys bulging through their pants makes you drool. You spread your legs, overstimulated pussy on full display.
Will, who had been laying at the foot of the bed in front of the both of you, watches with hunger. You lean away from Hannibal, instead turning yourself on your knees and presenting yourself to Will, who’s already positioning himself behind you eagerly. Hannibal, the most patient out of all three of you, no doubt, finally takes his aching cock out of his pants and wraps a hand around himself at the scene. You hear the rustling of Will’s fly being undone, then his length is pressed against your ass and wet, oh so wet, even when he slides it in between your folds and sheathes himself inside your little hole with one swift movement. Your mouth drops open at the sensation of being filled, your hands finding purchase on Hannibal’s thick thighs in front of you. His cock is hitting his stomach, red and leaking drops of precum down the tip, and you watch as Hannibal rubs it up and down with his hand. You look up at him pleadingly as Will begins to pound you into the mattress.
“You want daddy’s cock in your mouth, is that it?” Hannibal teases, and you nod. He sighs, directing the tip of his cock towards you. “Open wide, sweet girl.”
You happily obey, tongue lolling out to lick at his tip, his stringy precum sticking to your bottom lip and the head of his cock, tasting absolutely divine. Will’s hands roam over your ass as his cock bullies your gummy walls.
“Mm, Hanni got you good, didn’t he, baby?” He says, examining the marks. “Gonna have to put some lotion on that later.”
The use of the nickname in Will’s mouth is a mockery of your own. You nod, however, pouting.
“Mhm. But Daddy knows what’s best for me.”
“That’s right,” Hannibal grunts out, when you take him fully down your throat. “Dumb little girls like you can’t think for themselves. That’s why you need Will and I to take care of you,” and then, “God, darling, your mouth is just perfect.”
You hum, choking on him. Will’s fingers bruise your hips now, his balls slapping against your ass with every harsh thrust. Your pussy quakes around him, clamping down on his length. His breath is warm against your ear as he pushes in and out of you.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby..” as he watches your ass bounce back against him.
“Look at that tight little pussy, practically choking my dick.” as he spreads your cheeks apart, watching the way you take him.
“Hannibal’s cock tastes good, doesn’t it?” As you come up for air and gasp, drool soaking your neck and chin.
You can feel when he gets close by the way his hips stutter, and with a lewd whine hes babbling endlessly.
“I’m gonna cum,” he says. “Gonna cum in this slut pussy— god, squeeze me just like that.”
“Please,” you whimper endlessly, and you can hear Hannibal let out a breathy chuckle.
“She wants it. She wants you to cum in her cunt,” his voice drops an octave as he watches the boy. “Come on. I need something to lubricate her more once I get my turn, don’t I?”
“Oh—“
Will’s eyes roll back, his body tensing up as he finally releases inside her. She clenches down on him, milking him for all he’s worth as he shoots rope after rope deep inside her gaping pussy. Hannibal’s fingers nestle into the boy’s hair as he rides out his orgasm, gently twirling the soft locks in between his fingers. You watch with your mouth turned into an o, burying yourself deeper against Hannibal’s chest in retaliation.
“There you go,” Hannibal coos when Will sighs against your chest, spent. “Good boy.”
“Tease,” Will mumbles back to him, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. His eyes look up at you and he smiles. “Are you okay?”
You giggle, nodding your head.
“More than okay.”
He looks down at the mess between your thighs as he pulls out, grunting. A trail of his spend pools out of you and onto the sheets.
His fingers begin to move up to your drenched clit— you need release to, after all, and Will is never a selfish lover—but before he can, Hannibal’s hand grabs his wrist.
“No,” he utters. “Let me, once I’m inside her.”
“Like I said,” Will grumbles, moving out from between your legs to settle back against the headboard. “Tease.”
Hannibal rolls his eyes, guiding you to turn around and face him. You bite your lower lip at the feeling of Will’s cum trailing down your thighs. Hannibal undoes his belt, pulling down his zipper so his pants are open and his briefs are exposed.
“Take me out, darling.”
She reaches into the waistband of his underwear, pulling his length out and giving it a few languid strokes. Will watches, his spent cock twitching against his stomach. He ignores it, instead deciding to move to your side and press a kiss to your heated cheek. His hand provides a comforting pressure to the back of your head as he settles it in your hair. Hannibal tilts his head, grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling you into his lap.
“Put my cock inside you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your neck. “Be a good girl.”
Your lashes flutter at the vulgar term spilling from the usually polite man’s lips. Will’s hands scrape against your scalp and your brain is fuzzy with how good it all feels. Grabbing Hannibal’s length in your hand, you position your dripping cunt over the tip of his cock.
Sinking down makes your brows furrow. Hannibal isn’t as big as Will, but that isn’t saying much. The man still has a considerable size, and his girth stretches your gummy walls exceptionally. You whimper, settling down to the very base of his cock. Hannibal’s head tilts back and hits the headboard, his eyes squeezing shut to get used to the sensation of you wrapped around him. His big hands splay across your hips and Will nuzzles your throat affectionately.
“Daddy.” you whine, your little pussy beginning to rock onto Hannibal.
“Yes?”
“Fuck me, please?”
He smiles, pulling you further against him so he can brace his feet underneath you. His cock gives a few shallow thrusts, getting used to your heat, before moving into more dangerous territory. It isn’t long before he’s jackhammering into you, your head tilted back by Will’s big hands. He demands you open your mouth, and you do. A glob of spit lands on your tongue, which you swallow greedily. Hannibal groans as he watches the scene.
“Filthy little things,” he mutters, pulling you into a kiss. You both share Will’s saliva on your intertwining tongues.
Your thighs shake as Hannibal’s cock and balls leak with Will’s cum. The sound is utterly sinful— the gushing sounds of his cock pummeling your filled pussy, his balls slapping against your ass, the sobs tearing through your throat. Tears stream down your cheeks and you’re sobbing.
Hannibal’s fingers reach down to your clit, deftly rubbing against the swollen nub exactly the way you like. It isn’t long before you reach your peak, your pussy clenching down as a string of filthy words makes its way out of your throat, burying your face in Hannibal’s white button down and staining it with salty tears. Will is an absolute sweetheart, guiding your hips with his hands to help you, cooing little sweet sayings in your ear. He cakes your throat in pretty red marks.
Hannibal draws closer to his orgasm, small grunts and heavy breaths spilling out of his mouth. It isn’t long before he empties inside you, filling you up with a second load of sticky, white cum. He pulls your limp body off of his length, your pussy making a gushing sound as both of your boyfriend’s dribble out of you. The two men sigh when they see it, their cocks both twitching at the sight.
But all three of you have had enough for the day— or at least for the next few hours. Hannibal disappears out of the room for a moment to bring back a glass of water and lotion. He holds the water to your lips and sweetly coos, “you’ve been such an obedient girl. Drink, okay?”
You do, of course. You drink the whole damn glass.
After going into the bathroom to pee and wipe your cum covered thighs, Hannibal lotions your sore bottom with gentle hands. After this you finally crawl back into bed, moving onto your stomach and hugging your pillow tightly. Will chuckles.
“You don’t want a bubble bath?” He asks, because that’s usually what you request. But you just shake your head, your eyes fluttering shut. Not asleep, but almost. Will nods his head. “Later then, sweet girl.”
The boy crawls to your side, wrapping his big arm around you and pulling you to his side. Hannibal soon joins, his tie loosened and jacket off, pants unbuttoned. It’s rare to see him in such a messy state, relaxed. Only you and Will can help him unwind like this.
He lays on his back, and you lay your head on his chest, inhaling his strong, expensive cologne. Beside you, you can smell the aftershave that Will wears— Hannibal teases him about it, but you’re quite fond of it. It smells like home.
They smell like home.
You smile sleepily, watching with barely open eyes as Hannibal and Will’s hands connect over you. As you fall into a peaceful sleep, the two men on either side of you stay wide awake.
After a moment, Will chuckles.
“So I’m assuming we’ll be using my belt more often?”
“Guaranteed,” hannibal confirms, watching you drool onto his shirt in your sleep. He never mentions it to you because he doesn’t want you to be embarrassed. “Perhaps we can use it on you next time, Will”
The younger man scoffs, his cheeks flaring as he buries his face into your hair.
“Shut up, Hanni.”
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You Can Be My Daddy
𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧����, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐞.
wc; 10k | part one
lil bit of submissive!h. implied age gap! don’t read if it makes you uncomfy!!
Fingers dripping in saliva swiftly zip Harry back up, your rising chest settles down from its previous movements with heels taking steps back to create space between your teacher.
And as he swallows heavily with hands going to his belt and looping it around his waist, the door knob is turning and eerily creaking open, little time to comprehend the sudden intrusion.
Harry tries to focus on fixing himself back up but can’t help catch sight of your movements.
Palms swiping across your skirt heavily, tongue peaking out of your mouth to catch whatever aftertaste of him lapped around your lips just as you lean over to grab your things. His boss is stepping through the door making the atmosphere strained yet, that sight alone has Harry wanting to bend you over right then and there.
“Oh! Hello miss, surprised to see you!”
Wobble of a smile tugs on the ends of Harry’s lips, but bunny, she’s beaming. Flush of pink roaming amongst her cheeks accentuating her happy smile, steps swaying with subtle lifts of beat as if not touching him a few seconds ago.
“Yes! Well, I was just asking Mr. Styles this question about Marie Antoinette, our term paper is coming up.” Voice not wavering with eye contact stern when she passes him.
And Harry, he can’t help but notice how quick you are to lie; how you’re so good at it. Almost too easy to believe but you’re doing it, because the expression over Mr. Bennett's face is one of being intrigued.
“Ah, yes! Marie Antoinette, so misunderstood.” His body stepping back as he holds the door open. “I’m sure you will do well. I read your piece in the school paper; I must applaud you for your insight on Maslow, I never would’ve thought you’re familiar with his work.”
“Yes, I am. His argument on self-actualization is said in such great detail, his work is truly something.” Innocence shining through your expression of doe eyes and nodding head. The fact he’s even commenting on your published column only adds to your sweet image. “I should really get going now, goodbye Mr. Bennett.”
Harry’s thankful you don’t acknowledge him as you leave. Beer belly principal nodding his head stiffly as he goes to close the door.
Now without you by his side does he begin to sweat; knuckles flexing, jaw tensing, and lips still smiling tightly. He tries to reel it in for the sake of his job that he put on the line.
“Such a lovely girl,” He compliments as Harry makes his way towards his desk. Fingers fumbling over his paperwork looking for the report.
“Y —Yes, an excellent student.” Harry sighs once your name comes into view. He twists towards the gray haired man trying to conceal his worked up nerves.
“Thank you!” He smiles, head bowing delighted that it’s finished before stepping closer.
Mr. Bennett’s gaze is heavy as it roams over Harry. The nervous twitch of his nostril, diverating eyes and shallow breath. Inspecting every inch of him looking to catch anything off about Harry’s appearance.
“May I ask what her question was?”
His fingers curl in on each other at the sudden request catching him off guard. His boss can probably see the distress written all over his face, especially with the way he clears his throat and shifts on his feet.
“I’m sorry?” He asks, green eyes squinting to look at the principal with a confused glare.
“The question about Marie Antoinette, what was it?” Mr. Bennett responds, his bushy brows perk up as he leans on the desk.
The charm that bunny has, the one that graced this very room now leaves it empty, having him hanging by a thread. You managed to get away with your lie, but Harry, he has to continue it thinking fast on his feet to catch up.
“Uh, Marie Antoinette… her uh, saying…” He clears his throat, hand raising to his mouth coughing tensely trying to get rid of the strain on his throat. “Let them eat cake, I was explaining to her that it was just hear-say, actually coined from Jean-Jacques Rousseau, a book created way before the existence of Marie.”
The older man relaxes, tongue swiping across his dry lips as he nods once more. Satisfied smile stretches deeper amongst his features, index finger tapping into the wood of his desk as he leans off.
“Just testing…” Wink dropping before he’s turning around on his heels. Harry relaxes tremendously with shoulders subsiding and heart easing in pace as he watches him retreat to the door.
“Don’t need any new rumors, especially with parents' interviews coming up, now do we?” Mr. Bennett turns towards him, gaze running down Harry’s frame, stern sight yet delighted grin.
“Of course not sir.” He replies, nodding his head as he tracks the door swinging shut.
Harry can’t help the way his body twists around, hands combing through his hair as he tries his best to refrain from hitting himself.
How stupid can he be? That was too close of a call. If you were on your knees any longer he would’ve been packed up, sent away, and forbidden to even show his face again.
If you weren’t so passive about the situation he would have given up the facade and begged to keep his job��� yet, you made it so easy covering up the moment with a shining grin and persuasive small talk. This time you both got lucky, but what about next time?
Should he even think there is one? Is he crazy to think that? Probably. He shouldn’t be fascinated or find you appealing, but he does.
He wants the sweet taste of you back on his lips… and the feeling of your hands drawing down him with that warm wet mouth just covering him all over. God, he’ll do anything to feel you again and that’s fucked up to think, but now that he’s finally had a taste he wants more. He can’t help but want more.
Harry knows it’s foolish, purely stupid, but even you yourself said it; he’s your daddy and you’re his bunny.
And, you do what you always do, be a tease.
You’re so tempting it’s hard not to notice. With your cherry lips and adorable giggle heard when passing in the hall.
Your skirt is rolled up even higher now, breast more sheen through your button up, and when you sit in front of him in class always focused with tongue glossing over your lips. It reminds him of the weeks prior, how his bunny sucked him up deliciously… how you loved every moment with dirty words and welcoming throat.
He can’t get you off his mind bunny, you’re all he thinks about in his mundane life of teaching and lacrosse. You make things so exciting, so thrilling, he likes knowing the fact he finally has your attention.
You continue to dip your back letting him see your panties, a different colour everyday of the week; sometimes lacy, sometimes plaid, but either way he enjoys the view. Harry especially likes it when you begin signing your nickname at the top of your page for tests, risky, but it entringes him even more.
It’s like right now, your eyes are following his every move when speaking about The French Revolution. Showing how attentive and perfect you are. He tries to ignore your plush mouth and drawing gaze, but he can’t help to float back over your appearance for a little while.
He wraps up the end of the class thirty minutes early, introducing the homework to be done by tomorrow and also suggesting if needing any help for the upcoming paper, that he’s all ears.
And of course, his bunny is by his side. Captivating smile shining to the bounce of your mary jane’s. Harry bites down on his lip, catching sight of your thigh highs and prominent tits. You sure know how to get his attention.
“Mr. Styles,” Long drawl of his name singing in your sweet voice. Leather clad foot resting along the heel of your shoes when leaning into the desk.
“I couldn’t understand this excerpt from yesterday.”
He knows you're lying, knows you’re way too smart not to understand something so easily explained in the textbook, but he can’t help the breathless laugh that escapes him when leaning forward in his chair.
As you place the book onto the desk he catches sight on the folded paper stuck between the spine. His throat clears, eyes shifting towards you who smiles softly at him.
His hands peel away from his arm rest and collects the thick book in his palms, shoulders turning towards you looking down at him curiously.
“This part over here, it states Marie betrayed France by telling the Austrian invaders, why would she do that?”
As the words you speak trail out as foolishness your finger points to the large text box pertaining to your question till it soon slides between the middle and lets the note fall down on the desk. Harry watches it all, his eyes trained on your finger dragging across the rest of the glossy page with fake confusion.
You want his attention so bad, look at you.
Leaning over his desk with flirty gaze and teasing smile, your breasts sparkling in his vision with the way your back curves. It’s sickening how you get away with it, how no one realizes how persuading you are at this moment but him.
“Well, yes, she betrayed the battle plans of the French in hope that they would be defeated and the monarchy restored.” He responds swiftly, hands closing the book while turning to look at you. “Does that answer your question?”
Plump lips curve against the beaming smile of your teeth, slow bob of your head lightly shifting your breasts that Harry can’t help but lick his lip at the sight. Your hand reaches out and accepts the book, hugging it into your chest before stepping away.
“Yes, thank you sir.” Heels retreating back to your desk in a sway of suggestive hips.
Harry watches you take your seat, skirt twisting with eyes tracking back to him, another tug of your lips following before you’re opening your textbook and starting the assigned work.
And he waits a few moments, letting himself look busy flipping through his agenda of drills for the lacrosse practice this afternoon. Fingers fiddling with the ends of the page before taking the note up and unraveling it.
You’re all I can think about…
His heart goes all warm, stomach clenching and veins pulsing to his dick. The neat cursive written in the middle of the torn piece of paper is a kept secret between you and him. Harry can't help but look up at you.
Completely focused on the question at hand, brows pushed together and pen breaking through your lips. You’re concentrated on keeping up your grades, you’re perfect image.
Harry has to sit back in his chair and simply just applaud you. You disguise your true self so well bunny, being the good girl that you are, the one you pretend to be.
But, it’s with his eyes trained on you does he catch Calie passing a note towards Finn. The red head laughs to himself over it before it’s passing behind him to Emmet. The telephone string of the paper from sender to receiver a mess between rushed hands.
He watches closely as it shifts throughout the room, polished nails or bitten ones taking it and passing it onto the next. From Emmet to Astrid, and then Bella to Gabriel until it’s being poked on the elbow of you.
Bunny? What’s this? Someone else on your mind and not him… you should know better than that. Who else races your mind if not him?
Harry can’t stop his nose from flaring as he sees you take it with a smile on your lips accepting the sheet.
“Y/N, would you like to share the note with the rest of the class.”
Your head picks up; eyes wide, fingers curling around the paper, and cheeks heating up noticing that you’re caught.
Snickers of students and grinning faces fill the air over the interruption of free time. They’re just as intrigued with who could’ve been the source just as much as Harry is.
“Hmm?” He continues, sight watching heavily on the way you bite your lip before looking between him and the note.
Your throat clears with fingers peeling it open, deep breath floating in the ruffle of chairs and whispers.
“Um, w —will you meet me after dinner tonight, Luca,” Voice wavering as you swallow heavily, sight catching between Harry and the blonde boy. He sits in the front right hand corner of the room shuffling in his seat, brows raised with the same expression written over his face like his bunny.
So, he’s the one who has your attention, not Harry who should be front and center. His own right wing of defense spending time with you. It’s comical and everyone in the room thinks it’s funny too.
Harry cracks his knuckles in the teasing atmosphere of you distraught that you got caught. You were just sweet talking your way with him minutes ago, and now your mind is elsewhere. Don’t you know better than that?
“Please remember that there will be no passing notes in my class.”
Your lashes flutter at him before turning to look at Luca. Chummy grin with back slouching against the chair, his eye drops into a wink that leaves you tugging your lips into a smirk.
You don’t care… of course you don’t. You have anyone that desires you hanging in front of your face by a thread while you pull the strings whenever bored.
Harry tries not to be mad, tries to reel in his nerves as you flash your eyes at the shaggy blonde as if it’s just the two of you. You’re so naughty toying with him.
This isn’t his bunny. The one who’s so attentive and pleasing. No, you’re doing more to prove how smart you truly are, the tease you love to be.
Thick blades of grass squish amongst the feet of intense movements. Cleats cutting through swiftly as they pick up from the bodies charging down the field, yellow tinged ball crossing in the air as blue and green jerseys drift by.
It’s a beautiful day outside, the trees rustling against the subtle wind from the spring breeze transitioning into the summer season. Colleagues roaming amongst the grounds on their own destinations to distinct quarters, or students still lounging in their uniforms watching the school team practice and you just so happen to be there.
Academy gym shorts with matching t-shirt relaxing on the field, badminton rackets by each of your friends as you giggle looking towards the team.
Harry can’t help his eyes glazing over your taunt frame. Perky backside and charming aura working for not only him, but the player on the team who just so happened to score in the scrimmage at hand.
He watches the way you smirk before turning to your friends who bump shoulders with you, teasing each other with pointed glaces and twisting feet.
Look at you, so happy to give your attention away; to show you have other options, one that leaves Harry jealous and fighting to regain focus.
“Alright, I’m calling it in.” Ed nods to him once checking his watch. That’s his cue to trail across the field while the head coach draws the team in.
The nylon of his pants swishes with each stride before he’s leaning down collecting the pylons. His body makes its way across the field picking up the yellow plastic, white lines shifting his version that he doesn’t realize he’s near you. Close enough to see your gleaming smile and hear little about the conversation in the group.
It’s when leaning down to pick up the equipment do your eyes catch on each other. Head swishing to the side as you smile happily. Your finger twirls the ends of your hair with body shifting against the grass as you ignore whatever words are being said.
Harry watches clearly the way your head twists around and slowly, but subtly nods towards the array of trees that comb over the grounds of the school. Your eyebrows raise in question before listening to your friends.
Was this your plan all along? With your friends too distracted with each other to realize your actions to lure him out there. Was this what you were plotting this whole time? Low waisted shorts and dreamy eyes simply directing him where to meet once practice is over.
You’re too good at this, too conceited and happy to get whatever you want. Even if you were just delighted to have Lucas' attention you still want more.
Harry trails his view off you when picking up the remaining equipment before joining the team for the cool down of the practice.
He puts all the pinneys and pylons together, palms securing everything in their respective bags until he’s tugging off towards the equipment room. His body carried him down the flight of stairs while looking out towards the window just parallel to the steps.
Harry watches your body stalking into the woods and he can’t help the smirk that tugs at the end of his lips as he goes down the rest of the stones.
Leaves and sticks crunch below your Converse, fingers feeling over the light green blades that feels like velvet against the pad of your skin. The tug at the end of your lip is hard not to resist with your veins pulsing at what could possibly happen if you see Mr. Styles again.
This game of cat and mouse was your specialty, being able to have your way with teachers and peers so attractive and delectable. You could always tell with their breath catching and shaky voice that it was right to purpose the match.
Your perfect grades and kind attitude shines over your deeper thoughts, your favorite desires, the ones that have you tugging your way into the forest of the school right now.
Your head twists up to catch shadows of the trees as your steps still venture out east of the school, far from the usual make out spots on the property.
Will he even come? The way he turned away from you on the field was giving he wasn’t even interested, and all because of Luca and his dumb note; the one you got called out on.
You like having your secrets unknown to each other, all your lies being covered with pearly white teeth and bending spine. You were subtle with handing your own note off to your favorite teacher, if it all went well then you were certain he would show up to meet. But your boy toy around school had other plans when deciding to get you tangled in your tactics.
Stuttering and looking up at Mr. Styles caught in the aftermath of flirty eyes and bouncing breasts. You hate that he had ruin your chances, you’re not quite sure when you’ll be near your teacher again without it being so obvious from friends and peers. It was such a risky game that you loved to play despite having yourself caught up last semester.
It’s a good thing you’re so good at batting your lashes and talking so sweetly you managed to get away, but now it was a tab left in your mother’s mind and it certainly wounded your step-father. Your right hand goes to your mouth and begins to chew on your nail from the anxiety festering from the memories. You need to be sharper and have all your little white lies arranged better, you can’t manage to slip up again.
Steps finally come to a halt, body twisting around to rest along the wide tree with unruly bushes growing around it. Perfect. Your back slouches against the stumb as your hand tears away from your mouth.
You could barely see the field or the school's architecture from your place. You can only hope Mr. Styles would find you if he was still interested.
He has to be… he still stares at you longingly especially on your lips. Bet he’s remembering your moment together, the one that you can’t stop thinking about. How he made your throat swell and voice all raspy… how you had to pretend in front of the principal you didn’t just swallow your teacher's load.
You want more of him. He’s all you think about when Luca would he kissing down your neck or when your step-father is in your ear whispering how much he misses you, Mr. Styles was the only one on your mind when everything would be happening.
When the thick Bradford accent on the other end of the phone describes everything he would do, all you can think of is your teacher and what he would do in his place. Where his hands would spread amongst your body, or where his lips would find themselves on your skin.
The cracking of branches brings you out of your thoughts, your fingers running over the ends of your shorts as you see brown hair come into sight.
So he did show up, trialing after you like you thought he would. The ends of your lips curl up as you relax deeper into the wood. Mr. Styles continues his steps into the space, his eyes darting around until you whistle sweetly to catch his attention.
“Fancy seeing you around,” You perk up, feet crossing over each other as you watch him make his way over.
His body covered in a black tracksuit certainly making him appealing with his bulky frame. Humming softly your tongue peeks out to swipe along your bottom lip. The thoughts of him manhandling you from your teasing ways makes your clit begin to swell.
“Bunny…” He greets with hands wrapping around your waist. Tall frame pushing you deeper into the stumb as he looks over your face.
“Daddy…” You utter, peering up at him through doe eyes, the same ones that have him falling every time.
“I missed you,” Whispering up at him sweetly. Your hands leave your shorts to pull at the band of his track pants.
Those words have the teacher surveying your every feature with fingers curling tighter around your hips. Mr. Styles is so handsome with his grainy stubble and board chest. The way he’s pining you into the tree has you moaning quietly as you straighten your back.
“Doesn’t seem like it.” His words send a wave of annoyance through you. The eye roll you find yourself doing is completely unintentional as your head knocks into the wood.
“That wasn’t my fault,” You huff, fingers snaking along his boxers while looking up at him.
“Oh, really?” Playful cheer in the teacher’s voice as his palms venture down your hips and feel over your cheeks. The motions so possessive from his huge hands that the moan that trails from you has him groaning as well.
“It wasn’t, because you know…” Mr. Styles' face draws closer with each word as he towers over you. “You’re all I can think about.”
The pads of your fingers gaze across his happy trail, mouth parting slightly as you lift yourself onto your toes closer to him, the taste that you’ve been craving just inches away.
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
His teasing tone and rough hands have you begging just to close the space around him. It’s why your nails leave scratches against the older man’s skin, whining high in your throat so desperate for him.
“All the time,” Warmth of your movements draw deeper down his pelvis. “I think about you when I shower in the morning… touching myself thinking you're there with me.”
Deep growl rumbles through Mr. Styles, his teeth biting into his lip as he steps closer. His hips parallel with yours as you curl your hand around his cock, thick bead of pre-cum smearing along his crown as you keep your gaze strong.
“Having me up against the wall, water between us… daddy, I always imagine how good you would fuck me.” Torturing him with your lewd thoughts whenever alone and thinking about your favorite person.
“Just stretching me out all nice and wide… you’re so big… all nice and thick, I still remember how you fucked my throat.” The older man can’t stop himself from landing a furious smack against your ass. Tiny squeak leaving you as you fall to your heels.
“What else do you think about princess?” He ask, lips so dangerously close your breath is wavering.
Your hand grips tighter around Mr. Styles cock, his hips inching closer to you as he palms over your backside. Happy would be an understatement about how you feel at the moment. He’s finally here and under your spell again, just the way you like him.
“I think about you beneath me…” Tongue skimming across your flesh as you slide down him with ease, the fluid drawing from him makes the twist of your movements much easier as he leans in deeper.
“Kissing down my stomach, feeling up my thighs, licking where I want you the most,” Lashes flutter as his mouth inches closer and closer to you. “Don’t you think about my pussy daddy?”
Those very words have him capturing your lips with his. The muted taste of peppermint lingering along his tongue rubs against yours, spit being exchanged with haste as he can’t help his fingers from slinking between your thighs and feeling over the very place you want him.
He’s rubbing the spot there, rough ends of his digits massaging over your clothed area. It’s harsh and swift as they draw down your folds, an electric surge tingling down your spine feeling him around you all over again.
Mr. Styles is all rugged with his growing beard and bulky frame. He could easily manhandle you any kind of way but he treats you so delicately. You couldn’t imagine how he’ll spread you nice and wide, it’s all that’s been on your mind when you pass by him in the hall or stare up at him in class. Those very thoughts that have you breaking away from the kiss with a whimper.
“How I’ll feel around you…” Fingers contracting around his length as you bow your eyes at him slowly. “How I’ll stretch around you…” Lips curling in on each other savoring the taste of him on your buds. “How I taste… don’t you think about that a lot Mr. Styles… how my pussy would taste on your tongue?”
And he’s groaning in his throat, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip as his hands leave their position and drape to their previous one. His head cranes down to press wet kisses along the expanse of your neck, your hips being held strongly against the bark.
“Yes bunny… I do.” Your head turns against the wood from the adrenaline coursing through, his breath drapes warm and heavy amongst your skin that you moan at the feel.
In his new position you retrieve your hands and place them on either side of his face, your eyes watching closely as he breathes over your belly button with sight connecting to yours.
His hands drag up and down the expanse of your stomach before his fingers catch onto the band of your shorts, head wandering deeper down and staring up at you while doing so.
The lined cotton shorts that once grace your hips draw down swiftly with your panties, they pool around your feet with his hands drawing back up your naked thighs, feverish pecks roaming over your abdomen until pressing into your love handles.
“Oh daddy… won’t you make me feel good?” Fingers curling into his hair and ruffling with it. You always wanted to do that. Feel his hair rubbing against your stomach and kisses littering your inner thigh, it’s finally happening and you couldn’t be more excited.
Mr. Styles is looking up at you, sun highlighting the green in his eyes and his long lashes that blink up. And with the soft breeze whisking itself through the forest do you whimper at the feeling of it passing through your lower half.
“Yes, bunny.” Said so deep and husky that your fingers scratch along his scalp. His hand that dragged along your thigh urges your leg up, you don’t hesitate to prop it up your side with his help to keep it there.
Mr. Styles breath floats along your inner thighs, light smears of his wet lips pressing along the skin that you whine high in your throat. You don’t know how much time you have, but you doubt anyone is looking for either of you or going further past the school grounds to come look. You’re sure you’re safe but still, there’s always the possibility of someone seeing or finding you.
It’s why all movements are so rushed yet lucid, his tongue dragging sloppily along your thighs as he moves towards your pussy. A relieving sigh leaving when his tongue skims over your folds, eyes still locked on each other as his grip tightens over you.
“Daddy,” Soft call of his name trailing out as he leans in again to lick you, a pleasant hum vibrates over you that your eyes bat slowly at the feel.
The delicious drag of his tongue lying flat against your pussy as he draws his head up in lengthy strides makes your foot bend in your Converse. This is what you’ve always dreamt about; his tongue eating you out, and it’s even better that you tell he’s enjoying it with his fingers scratching into your skin all hungry.
“Like how I taste, daddy?”
A deep groan pulsates throughout you to answer which has your head knocking back into the tree. Sweet moan falling from your lips as your knee against the stumb bends a bit, pussy sinking deeper against Mr. Styles tongue as he draws up your folds.
One hand leaves his curls and goes towards the one holding your thigh up, his head rocking up and down in rush strides that you begin following his movements. Wet muscle flexing against every swivel and drag, his forest orbs loving the way your lips fall apart and moan from his touch. He lets you take charge and ride his tongue just the way you like if that's the attention you need… the attention you deserve.
His tongue drags up along your clit and in the moment you don’t hesitate to tug his head back and circle your waist along him. The width of his tongue swallowing your clit up so beautifully that it’s better than everything you imagined, and the fact he’s a grown man letting you ride his face, god he’s the best daddy ever.
Your head leans forward, teeth biting down on your lip as you gently move him against your circling hips.
“You’re so good to me daddy.”
Mr. Styles' eyes close slowly even more aroused from your words and the fact you taste like honey. His nails leave crescent moons into skin as he lets you drag yourself all over him. Just as hot as it is to be getting off using him, Harry was a slave to your tactics getting off to your sweet nectar and melodic voice dripping in sex.
Between the slurps of him eating your pussy to the moans expelling every time you swivel your hips harder against him, the scene is one of greed. Pure old fashioned greed of wanting nothing more than to ruin each other. It’s such a dangerous game but it’s so fun, luring him in and pulling at his heart strings all because it was entertaining to you.
“Like the way I ride you?” His tongue tenses against your movements, his head bobbing shallowly that leaves you to let out a breathless sigh.
And to think after calling you out hours ago when catching you with someone else Mr. Styles is here right now eating your pussy, and loving it.
He’s the daddy you need, the one that goes over and beyond to prove where your eyes should be focused on. He’s really the best, doing all this just to prove to you the place he wants in your life.
“Do you want me to ride your cock like this?” Lazy smirk tugging at the end of your lips with brow raising slightly, your motions losing momentum as you look down at him.
His mouth flexes against your folds, lips pressing open kisses back along your thighs. Wet juices dragging along your skin as your grip over him relaxes. Your thigh falls lucid by your leg, his touch drawing back up your skin as he finds his way up your body.
“Bunny,” Mr. Styles breathes against your clothed stomach. The sweet exchange that once coats his mouth disappears once dragging along the shirt. His lips trailing back up your neck and pressing onto your cheeks.
“I don’t know how much time we have left.”
You shake your head confidently, hands now drawing up his shoulders and stepping closer to him. You’re sure there’s nothing to worry about, almost positive you had enough time to have him the way you want.
“Please…” Lips pout slightly as you get him to peer into your eyes, your canine tooth catching on your lip before you’re smiling innocently at him. “I’m all nice and tight for you, don’t you want to feel daddy?”
Mr. Styles groans lowly, his face shifting amongst yours as he slots your lips against each other. The sweet taste of yourself flows along your tongue and you love every bit of it knowing that he adores it even more at the moment. The juices that you expel with the mix of your saliva, it’s a delicious brew that you're sure he wants forever from the way his fingers grip onto your hips.
He’s thought of this moment so many times yet can’t believe it’s happening, and the words you speak, he’s nearly coming from the sweet sound and the way you say his name.
Tongues dance along each other in a rushed frenzy not knowing how much longer it’ll be till this moment happens again. Your lips feel over the soft pricks of his stubble, hands drawing along his chest and moaning at the possessiveness over the kiss. His tongue flows against yours with such dominance you moan against him before pulling away with a bite at his lip.
“Just lay down for me, please?” You ask all sweet and doe eyed, nails dotting against the nylon of his jacket as you stare up at him.
And he’s unsure, with sight looking between you and the scenery around. A gentle sigh escapes as he nods his head lightly. “Okay.”
The grin that shines across your lips is bright and cheery, your eyes watching him closely as his knees begin to bend and you don’t hesitate to follow. Your hands fitting themselves on each side of his head, hips resting along his stomach with your face becoming parallel to each other.
“Been thinking about this since I met you.” Head leaning forward and dotting kisses against his chin, his hands by his side tug at the top of his track pants to pull them down.
“Looking at you in class… thinking about you fucking me on my desk.” Rush breath combing over his neck as you litter him with love. “Or yours.” Giggle trailing out so adorably that Mr. Styles moans at the sound. His hand draws away from the fabric of his joggers and lands a scolding slap amongst your ass.
“Dirty girl.” He mutters, fingers spreading you wide while rocking you over his erection.
“Only for you daddy.”
Leaning back on your knees, your hands slide towards your t-shirt and tug it over your head. Your breasts on display as you balance yourself amongst his waist, arm going behind your back and palming his cock.
“Want you inside me.” You say while blindly releasing him from his confines and twisting him slowly.
Mr. Styles rests on his elbows as he watches you raise up, the beautiful sight of his bunny bare and ready to take him, this is too good to be true.
His teeth poke out from his mouth and catch on his lips, stomach dipping with heavy breaths as he watches you lower yourself. Your puffy folds spread wide as his cock fills you up slowly, long whine tearing from your throat as he swallows you up inch by inch. The stretch of him has your body leaning forward with other hand curling around his jacket anxiously.
“Jesus.” Mr. Styles breathes with hand steadying your hips as he leans up, the tight feel of you around him makes his fingers curl deeper into your skin while you sink further onto his lap. “Bunny, fuck.” Your knees clench around his waist as you sigh pleasantly.
Plush walls nestle his throbbing cock gracing your sweet spot so heavenly that you’re shuddering against him. Your hips rubbing against his pelvis only increasing the fraction that has you crying out in satisfaction.
“Daddy, you fill me up so good.” Both hands gather up his arms and to the nape of his neck, your mouths lean forward breathing in each other's moans.
“You’re so tight bunny.” He follows your motions as your head knocks into his forehead.
You hum with your mouth going dry, eyes batting at him slowly as you find the strength to rise up on your knees and slowly grind yourself. Delicious spread of your pussy accepting every stride of him.
The combination of his spit and your juices leaves a squelching sob sound every time your hips meet. Walls flexing around every loving rhythmic stroke, whine high in the back of your throat as your fingers press deeply into his skin.
“So sweet, so dirty, just the way I like you.” Mr. Styles breathes over your lips. Your mouth catching his filthy words and swallowing them up loving the taste.
His grip over your hips guides your movements, eyes hanging low and watching every bounce of yourself riding him to the way your nose twitches. The thickness of him swells every crevice that succumbs to him filling you up. It’s leaving you numb with pleasure allowing him to draw you down in repetitive motions.
“I love the way you stretch around me, bunny” His lips curving the slope of your nose when you bow your head.
This moment was more than your dreams. The man that’s been fucking you in your every thought now helping you slide down his dick with such ease. Telling you just how he likes you, and how he loves the way you expand around him, he’s the best teacher. Your favorite one.
Lips collide in messy motions, slipping across each other with moans and groans trailing out. The hands of both of you sinking deeper and deeper as you both chase your highs.
The crinkles of leaves shift under your bodies, shadows of trees gracing across your bouncing breasts as Mr. Styles continues to guide your movements. Mouths catching along each other hurriedly with thighs twitching to curl deeper against him, the shock of stabs running down your neck causes your spine to bend at the feeling.
“Daddy… m’gonna…” Mouth parting away from him as your forehead drags along his cheek, breath coming out rushed as you feel your climax making itself known.
“Gonna come on daddy’s cock? You love my dick, don’t you?” His words deep in your ear making you lose all sense in your knees when going silk around him.
Your head twists deeper across his skin, eyes barely staying open as the squished grass amongst the floor bobs in your vision. Mr. Styles takes complete control over you as his hands keep your waist flexing around him.
Your pussy quivers and trembles from his words, adding fury to the spikes of arousal barreling down joyously. Your mouth hangs open, nails scratching into his skin as you continue feeling his cock tagging your cervix each time.
“Oh, fuck,” You moan completely distraught with stomach twitching. Your jerking hips take control of your weak motions as you find the strength to runt yourself into his lap.
Clit rubbing beautifully against the light bush along his pelvis chasing your high. You groan pleasantly at the head of his cock dragging across your sweet spot, your climax welcoming itself with your pussy contracting around him.
And instead of Mr. Styles guiding you back up his length he’s following your movements and thrusting into your hips. Piercing jabs adding to the sensation of pulsing shocks spreading through.
“Feel so good bunny,” He moans into your bobbing head, lips trailing down the hair matted to your shoulder. Sweet smell of your perfume gracing his nostrils that leaves him growling against your skin.
Fingers shake against his flexing shoulders, lips bitten and cracked letting air shallowly fill your lungs. Your pussy is bruised and sore from the girth of your teacher assaulting every inch that welcomes him.
“You’re so deep daddy,” Sweet voice running across his blushing skin. It’s damp with tiny strands connecting hair against his temples, his adam’s apple bobbing heavily with his fingers digging deeper into your skin; clear that your words affect him.
It’s your favorite thing to do with this game you play. How your words are so angelic yet dirty, leaving Mr. Styles, your boy toy and step-father vulnerable messes every time you're around. Cracked voices and growing erections always being your sight at just a simple bat of an eye. It’s so easy to have whoever you want be able to play.
It’s why you continue being alluring; dreamy moans carrying into his ears with hands sliding up into his hair, tousling every lock as you rotate your hips against his thrusts. The change in rhythm and pulsing beats of your pussy around Harry makes him hiss. Head dropping swiftly against your shoulder till you catch him quickly, nails tugging his head back as you peer into his eyes and ride his cock.
“Fuck me nice and wide,” Waist swiveling against his grip trying to strain your movements. Green eyes look up at your lips while his part in bliss accepting your heavenly pussy gracing him. “Stretch me so good daddy.”
Teasing breath fanning over his face as your breasts rub against the material of his jacket, your scent showers over him with your pussy wrapping around his cock deliciously, the sight clear of how he’s a slave to you and the way you make him feel.
“Don’t you want to fill me up?” Harry moans with eyes blinking slowly, his fingers beginning to loosen against your motions.
Your pussy coats his dick in creamy fluid adding to the pleasure of your walls dragging down him. Your fingers itch at his scalp, lips leaning towards his and nearly connecting as you smile.
“Don’t you want me to make you a daddy?”
Words having Mr. Styles whining high in his throat, hands twitching against your hips just as his seed spills into you. Fingers twitching and jaw tensing as he stares up in complete admiration. His waist stills against yours, eyes blinking slowly in a daze as you still grin at him, swiveling your hips and whispering sweet nothings.
“Such a thick load, sir.”
Hands relaxing around his curls while his fall from your waist, Harry’s sight completely enveloped by your words that he can’t help the lazy smile that tugs along his lips when you giggle at his expression.
“Mm… you’re really the best.” You hush, hips moving slowly as your chest begins to relax.
“It’s clear that’s up for debate.” Mr. Styles smirks, fingers feeling over the blades of grass below. But even if it’s a playful tease, his words taint your heart.
“It’s only you, I’m so serious sir,” You sigh, head shifting with bottom lip jutting out.
He gives you a pointed glare as if not believing you — not that he should, but it’s entertaining to make him jealous… teasing him just how you like. It’s why you find yourself rolling your eyes and raising up on your sore knees. The motion of you sitting off his lap and slipping him out turns his attention. His come drips out and flows down the expanse of his cock.
Humming delighted at the site, your hand trails out of his hair and between your legs. Fingers seeping into your pussy and catching the reminder of him onto your fingertips to carry into your mouth. Tongue welcoming the muted taste of your teacher and moaning playfully.
“Bunny.” He whines, eyes watching closely as you dip back between you both and collect the rest running down his cock and sucking them off your fingers again. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
The laugh that escapes you is adorable when you lean into his chest, hands moving to his shoulders and forcing him to fall back against the grass which he does gently. His own hands run down your spine as you shift around on his body.
“Wouldn’t that be amazing?” You sigh, fingers trailing up his neck and drawing along the definition of his jaw as he looks up at the sky.
The laugh that leaves the older man is light and cherished, one that has you smiling as you let his touch roam all over your skin.
His heart beats against your ear, lungs rising steadily with your bodies fitting together. The sun is still shining brightly with the breeze passing by every few moments. The quiet atmosphere of this area makes it feel private and safe.
“Sir?” Voice raised in question as your fingertip glides against the bridge of his nose just in time for him to hum in response.
“You never did tell me why you call me bunny?” Lips piercing together tightly as his touch begins to draw circles up your spine in swirls.
“Your eyes,” He whispers as he looks at the clouds passing across.
Your brows perk up at that. Your eyes? You knew they were quite alluring but not to that extent. Yet, that was the nickname that he gave you, the one feature that stood out the most to him. Not cherry, or baby like your other two flings.
“My eyes?” You reiterate. Head trailing off to the side as you pass your finger across his lips. The motion has him playfully biting on your nail till you’re retreating back to draw along his cheeks with a giggle.
“Yes… there so doe and soft, like a bunny. My bunny.” You hum acknowledging his words in admiration.
So that’s what he thought, that’s what stuck out the most. It was adorable and unique. So different compared to what you’re familiar with.
“When do you think we can do this again?” Your voice mutters against his chest. It makes Mr. Styles draw his hands away and lean up on his elbows.
His eyes go towards your shirt and grabs it, the material falls into your grip and you don’t hesitate to lean back and slip it over your head, sight still caught on the older man.
“I don’t know… it’s too risky,” His view looking over your naked thighs that hold his abdomen to the poor expression turning up over your face.
“Oh come on,” You huff, rolling your eyes and drawing away from his body. You twist off him with hands leaning towards your undergarments inches away.
“W —What are you getting all upset about? Even right now is pushing it,” His own actions cover himself back up as you scoff in response. “Don’t act like this.”
Another exaggerated sigh falls from your mouth before fixing your shorts around your hips, sight narrowing on the green streaks across your shirt before turning to look at the teacher now standing.
“I’ll act however I please,” You mumble, teeth clenching down on each other as Mr. Styles groans with annoyance, his hand stretching towards you but you’re quick enough to retreat back.
“So, even if it’s this spot for the exact same time?” You rephrase, heart knocking against your chest as you tangle your arms together.
“No Y/N, god… don’t you get it? Don’t you see my job on the line just to be here right now?”
“Fine.”
“Would you stop?”
“No.”
Your eyes watch every frustrated movement from the body parallel of you who bows his head in disbelief of the situation.
Of course he wants to see you again, of course he wants to wrap himself all around you but this puts too much stress over everything on his plate.
“Let’s just talk this over?”
“No, I’m good.”
Your teeth shining happily as you shift your head to the side and watch Mr. Styles inhale deeply. his body stepping closer still attempting to hold you.
“I’ll walk my way around to the front… you can go back from where you came from.” Simple nod of your head before your gracefully turning around beginning your departure. You’re trailing off so quickly he doesn’t even have the chance to catch you slipping through his fingers.
He just had you and now it’s already over.
Harry should’ve really expected this though. He should’ve anticipated your stubborn reaction to his words, he should’ve really thought over them because now you’re making his life a living hell.
You couldn’t wait a week, or even a couple days, you really couldn’t wait at all. Because the next afternoon you showed up to class five minutes late, walking through the door with a simple smirk on your lips and “sorry!” so sweet and delectable that he let you get away with it, of course he would, far as he knows he’s on punishment.
But, when you cut your eyes in a wicked glare did he realize who else was missing from the class, his own lacrosse player. Your heels echoed to your seat eerily to him amongst the shuffling of the other students, and when you sat in your chair with lips now a teasing grin did Luca soft knock sound on the door before he stepped in.
His collar was obnoxiously up high, clear what was litter amongst his skin. The sight had Harry clenching his jaw unbearably tight, his eyes going to you who conceitedly winked at him. It didn’t help that the other students began to snicker, adding to the fury of Harry turning his fingers in on themselves while continuing the class.
That was only the beginning though; now when passing in the halls you completely ignored him, acting as if he wasn’t there. When seeing you in the pillars of the school with Luca by your side, you made sure to wink at him, or sometimes Harry will see him drop you off to class, catching sight on his hands grabbing the skin he doesn’t deserve.
You continue showing up late; sometimes your boyfriend trailing behind, sometimes not. You stop raising your hand and involving yourself in class discussions and begin to pay attention to the birds outside or doodling in your book. Notes start being exchanged even more between you and the blonde classmate, one time you even left one on your desk that Harry took up.
Can I eat you out tonight?
Luca
His messy writing covered the paper that Harry closed his fist around. His feet stalked over to the garbage and threw it into the trash.
You’re fucking with him so badly, so terribly, why are treating him like this?
He doesn’t feel any better that he tried to be reasonable, trying to get you to understand that your endeavors couldn’t be consistent, it would be too much for the both of you.
But, it’s tempting… so tempting to want to pull you in after class and tell you that he’s done with your antics and to take him back. Go back to being his sweet bunny with doe eyes and bitten lips, go back to writing his nickname across the page of your test and showing him your sweet plump cheeks.
It’s already bad enough he’s coming into his hand every night just thinking about your pussy around him again. Your sweet voice telling him your dirty thoughts, the ones that have been on your mind since meeting. He wants more of you, he needs more honestly, and the way you’re acting isn’t helping him at all.
He can deal with you being with Luca because Harry knows deep down he doesn’t satisfy you the way you like. He’s certain you don’t fancy him much and is just using him to toy with his feelings, but he’ll accept that.
It’s Friday night and it’s the annual parent teacher meeting. Students in their pressed and polished uniforms standing alongside their parents as they walk across campus displaying to them their life while here.
Harry hasn’t seen you yet and he’s thankful, he’s suppose to meet your mother and he’s trying to keep his nerves at bay. His fingers are tapping timidly inside his pocket as he smiles at Gabriel's mother who boasts about the upcoming lacrosse tournament.
His eyes watch the way her skin folds over in wrinkles when she smiles happily, while her son looks annoyed and Harry can’t help the breathless laugh that leaves him when noticing.
“The boys have been putting in great work this year, I’m sure we’ll be getting the trophy.” Harry beams while Gabriel rolls his eyes at his teacher.
“It’s all he talks about when I call him… but, let’s me not keep you, we still have to see Mrs. Randall.” Fading auburn hair shifting with each nod of her head as she leaves the community hall looking for the science teacher.
It’s when the loving mother exits the door does he see his bunny slip in. Manicure and dazzling accessories shining over your shoulder as your mother walks into the room, and it isn’t the sight of her that has Harry shocked, no, it’s the man that steps through right after with tattoos littered in the revealing parts of his suit. All over his hands and up his neck, if Harry were to assume, he would be around his age, with thick beard growing in and slight tiredness swelling around his eyes.
He can tell from his appearance you don’t look quite similar, you resemble your mother more than anything but he doesn’t stare too long. Not with the way you begin to walk towards him with both parents on either side.
The chatter in the room is filled with other guardians and teachers making small talk either about the curriculum or the school's pretentious history, and somehow in all that noise it doesn’t seem to drown out the footsteps of bodies making their way over to him.
“Mr. Styles?” Thin lips of your mother sing in a cheerful tune as she sways from side to side.
He remembers you telling him about your mother. How she sent you to school once given the chance, yet she’s all bubbly and happy as if you have a place in her life, as if all the words you spoke were nothing but pure lies.
“Yes ma’am, that’s me!” Harry smiles softly, hand reaching out and she takes it genuinely. Soft touch enveloping him in a strong shake as he bows his head.
“You must be Y/N mother,” He continues, their hands parting as he looks down at you. For once your sight is looking up at him, your attention actually focus on him, and it makes Harry swallow heavily.
“She has told me so much about you, all good things! Saying how you’ve made her enjoy history even, she was never quite fond of it in her past schoolings but, you’ve made it her favorite!”
His brows raise up at that, mouth parting slightly in shock before grinning happily looking between you and your mother. So, you’ve been telling her about him? And saying his teachings are your favorite subject. You’re confusing him with your hot and cold games, but it’s even worse that he enjoys being in the middle of it.
“I never knew she said that? I’m so happy to hear,” Harry smiles before his hand is turning towards the man to the left of you. “And you must be Mr—”
“—Malik.”
His words cut off the teacher to correct him but doesn’t stop them from their hands meeting, strong grip over each other as his brown eyes look over him longingly, examining every inch of him.
“My apologies…” Harry sighs before turning to your mother to divert his gaze from your step-father. “But yes, she’s doing amazing in class. I'm glad it’s become her favorite.”
And he sees the way your face begins to heat up, how your eyes watched every motion of him shaking your father’s hand as if stunned this moment is happening. Harry wants to laugh, he wants to chuckle in your face because of course he’s caught you again, lying about having a father figure, this is cold bunny.
“Oh! Mom, they have that sparkling juice I was talking about, the one you should use for the dinner?” Your voice enters the conversation nervously as you look towards her. Hand going to her elbow as you direct her to the assortment of drinks and snacks on the table under the bulletin board.
“Just one second!” Your mother smiles at Harry before letting you lead her away.
Before Harry can even admire the sight of you all flustered and caught up from your parents meeting the teacher you’ve been tormenting for months, the laugh next to him has his direction turning towards the heavily tattoo man.
“Isn’t she funny?” Mr. Malik asks, lips tugged to the side as he shuffles on his feet. Harry can’t help but take one of his hands out of its confines and cough into it.
“Yes, she has quite the humor,” He agrees, fingers running over his hips smoothly as he shifts his posture.
Your step-father is looking up at him with such a questioning glare that Harry can feel his ears begin to beat with warmth, his eyes dying to break the fight over whatever is crossing his mind.
You always have tricks up your sleeves, always have another way to shine your dazzling teeth to get away with something else, and it’s another one of those moments. Body turned away from your daddy and father ignoring the fact they’re in the same room.
Aren’t you a nervous little thing when all caught up? It’s quite adorable.
“Are you playing?”
The question draws Harry’s eyebrows together, lips parting and sight concentrated heavier on the man next to him.
“I’m sorry?”
“With cherry? Are you playing with her?”
Cherry? His bunny is cherry to him. Oh? So this is why you’re so nervous and looking more distraught than when he caught you with that note.
You’re not nervous at the fact Harry knows you lied about your parents, but the fact you already had a father figure in your life, one that plays with you already and does everything that he wants when given the chance. That’s why you ran away.
“Oh? I —I didn’t… I haven’t…” Harry’s voice trails off as his sight goes towards you pouring another glass of the grape juice for your mother to try.
“So, it’s true then?” His eyes trail back to the older man who holds a smug grin, and when his hand pats down on his shoulder roughly, it makes Harry let out an uncomfortable laugh.
“I must say… she does get what she wants.” Mr. Malik sight combs over the teacher before releasing his hold.
It has Harry relaxing and throat clear as his nose crinkles up. His bunny with someone else? He could get over Luca, he really could care less… but the man in front of him —the one you lied about so innocently— is standing before him not even surprised by the teachers place in your life, you’ve broken his heart bunny.
“Is she always like this?” Harry finds himself asking without thought, his brows relaxing as he tries to collect all the memories of everything you said from the first encounter.
“If you’re who she likes, yeah I guess… I’m not sure how it works in her head, she got me a few years ago…” Mr. Malik admits before breaking their gaze and looking over at you, and Harry can’t stop himself from doing it also. “You know, it really did catch me off guard when I found out about what she did first semester.”
Harry’s fingers curl in on themselves from hearing the truth. So it was all true, you did try to seduce a teacher, that’s why you’re at this school. That’s why you play this game with him, because you like this attention… you like having your way with the people you desire, you’re so dirty bunny.
“I didn’t know that,” He says, with hands crossing over his chest as he now leans against the brick wall. The relevance of the news has Mr. Malik turning, his eyebrows furrowed with a cheesy grin.
“Really?” He says with a shake of his head, body relaxing next to the teacher.
“I also didn’t know about you… I mean, being her father and all.”
“Step.” He emphasizes giving a pointed look, and Harry nods his head in acknowledgement.
“Yes, step-father.” He confirms before whistling weakly.
Your lies are finally spread out for the both of them to see. It really took today for him to see past everything and get the real information about you that he really wanted, the one he’s been seeking from the beginning.
His mind is a whirlwind of emotions and memories of what you both shared in such little time. “It’s only you, I’m serious sir.” Those were your words, said with such purity he believed you. But now it’s so clear how you like to be shared, how you like to be passed around for everyone.
Harry thought all this time that what you really needed was mentorship, soon that turned into some well deserved attention, but now, he thinks he sees your true intentions, the real reason why your eyes glimmer with happiness every time.
“I purpose we make some changes to her game,” Mr. Malik remarks, his white teeth showing as his lips stretch, and Harry can’t help but nod in agreement.
“I think we should make some new rules.”
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Studying with Abby. SFW
You missed your best gf, Abby flipping Anderson. Of course you wanted to hang out with her.. but she was studying.. whatever. she can multitask ..Right??
☆Reader is hyperactive/neurodivergent in ways (?), Abby can get annoyed and angry..., slight angst, petnames, FEM reader, comfort at end.☆
For the girls and the gays, Men leave! (please)
☆My awesome friend Ara gave me this idea so Ilysm! <3 ☆
CORRECT ME ON MY MISTAKES PLEASE!!!
"Sit still.." *Abby would groan placing her thick fingers on your hips, nudging you down into her hips. "You can't sit on my lap anymore if you keep moving peach, 'tis too distracting.." Abby would rub her nose and temples annoyed, not at you fully of course but the way you kept moving against her hips alone.
-This was probably your 4th time shifting on Abby's lap in just these past 10 minutes.
"Oh c'mon...you're hard to sit on when you study over the desk ..can't we just go lay down..? Get comfy..?"
"How the hell will I study when I'm laying down y/n." She was upset, something she never was with you.
"wh-"
"Please.. just- go sit down..I'll join you in a bit? Please let me study baby girl." Abby asked with a sigh.
As much as it hurt you, you still obliged to her command and sat down on the couch in her room. Of course you couldn't focus without being next to Abby, it made you nervous. Just sitting away from her made you anxious, that's when everything was louder and 10x intensified. The urge to bite your nails, sweat, click your tongue, crack knuckles, whatever you could fidget with was much more impulsive than usual.
Right as you decided to check your phone's time or mindlessly scroll online, it died. of course... time to do that fucking walk of shame up to Abby (who was now upset with you) and ask her if you can play piano tiles, candy crush or whatever games she let you download on her phone.
Getting up from the couch your bunny slippers shuffled across her mahogany floors with that airy "pfft" sound when the ears flipped up with each step.
"A-Abby..?" Fuck.. of course your voice was falling out. You got so nervous when Abby acted like this, which rarely happens.
Abby's office chair didn't move, instead Abby just replied short.
"Hm? what do you need."
"Can.. can I borrow your phone.. for- for games...?"
As much as Abby wanted to be angry at everything your stammering made her laugh.
"Such an Ipad kid..sure sure.." She sighed again, giving you mixed signals.
Abby handed you her Iphone, Abby had those clear cases with a little polaroid of you and her on the back encased by the plastic.
You smiled softly and ran off back to the couch bundling up under the blankets. Your fingers tapping at the screen and small sounds or music emitted from under the blankets. "Sweet!" "Tasty.." "Delicious."
As much as you were lost in Abby's screen you didn't even notice her calling your name...
"Y/n? Honey turn it down." "Y/n please, I need to finish studying.."
It was too late once you did hear her though, Abby was already on her feet marching to your place on the couch. She had pulled the blanket off of your head and gave you a small annoyed hand gesture.
"You gonna turn it down or do I have to take it from you?"
Embarrassment flushed out your cheeks into a bright red. How could you not hear her..?? You felt so stupid.
"I-I'm sorry Abs.. I- I'll turn it down.. I-.." Why were you stuttering now..? You felt so weak and little as Abby stood over you.
Abby could notice your mind rattling as you overthought the whole situation growing frustrated.
"Hey..Hey it's okay..i didn't mean to hurt your feelings love.. I'm so sorry." Abby frowned and held out her arms to you for a big hug.
With slight hesitation you still accepted Abby's hug and stuffed your face deep into her shoulders, the smell of her pine soap and hair washes filled your nose as you hugged her tightly.
"I'm almost done. Can you wait another 10 minutes?" Abby reassured you she would cuddle and chill with you as much as you wanted after. "Alright. I'm right here okay? Just wait a few." How was Abby so good at making you feel better. ughhhhhhhhh
After hearing Abby's keyboard click and her pencil dragging over her notebook for what seemed like forever, she finally got out of her office chair and looked at you with the warmest smile ever.
Abby walked over to you and draped the blanket over the two of you.
“I’m sorry Y/N. Movie night..?”
Fuck yes.?!?! Movie nights with Abby were the best. But then she hit the..
“I picked last time- what do you want to watch Pumpkin?”
God..you wanted to pick your favorite ofcourse..The muppets. (100% best movies…) but..you felt so bad for pestering her while studying so you put one of her favorite boring War movies on.
“Really..? You want to watch that..?”
Abby was kinda shocked you picked one of her favorites,but how you described it was..
“The Micheal Bay Film with the guns..and war-“
Abby put it on and kissed your forehead pulling you into her to cuddles.
“C’mon..I’m sorry about earlier..I love you..yknow that.?”
You nod and smile softly just emerging into her warmth and into the blankets because you just needed to sleep everything off,so did Abby.
“I love you princess..”
“I love you too…Abby..”
♡
HII sorry for lack of posts I cannot write cus my brain is slow.😞🔥‼️ but I have an Ellie Williams one shot or something coming up!! (Srs..) okay Goodnight :3 and thank you Ara for giving me this idea!!
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29: THE SLEEPOVER.
YUUTA X READER
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Today is the day.
Saturday! Which also means the sleepover.
But as of right now, it's 11am in the morning, you scrolling through your phone as you hear commotion outside your dorm.
Apparently Nobara told Maki and yourself to stay inside your dorms but didn't give a reason why, I think you found out the reason now.
You got off your bed and decided to peak out to see what's happening and was greeted with other students outside while Nobara, blinded by her own groceries, trying to find the way towards her dorm.
"..Do you need help or..?" You asked the girl as she slowly passed by.
When her ears caught the sound of your voice, her head whipped in your direction as she ordered you to get back inside.
And that you did.
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It's now 1pm, still inside your dorm, you got a notification from the group chat:
inumaki: when are we suppose to meet up.
maki: when can I leave my room.
you: SAME
yuuta: leave your room?
maki: she made us stay inside.
inumaki: ew does that mean you haven't showered🤢
you: I did earlier no one stinks here besides yourself.
maki: yeah what she said
inumaki: yuuta are you seeing this.
yuuta: yeah
inumaki: do something😞😞
yuuta: no thanks bye.
inumaki: WHAT
nobara: STOP.SPWAKONG
maki: does no one here speak english?
inumaki: WHEN DO WE MEET UP.
nobara: AT 6PM SHUTUP.
inumaki: okay!
you: dang..
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Time passed by slowly but finally, it was almost 6pm so you decided to start packing.
You packed the normal things you need for a sleepover and an extra, the plushie Yuuta bought you!
You changed your clothes into your pj's and wore your very nice sleeping slippers.
And finally, you left your room and began walking towards Nobara's.
You knocked on her door and waited outside.
You heard shuffling inside and finally she opened the door.
"Y/n? Why are you here so early it's only 5:59.." She mumbled.
"My bad..?"
She shrugged her shoulders as she let you inside, leaving you as she went back to do whatever she was doing.
Even though you haven't entered her dorm room before, you could notice that alot of things was shifted around, and built.
Before you could ask her about it, you noticed that her bin was filled, probably from all the groceries she brought.
"I'm gonna take out your trash if you don't mind." You brought up, she didn't move but gave you a thumbs up.
As you left and made your way to throw the trash bag away you found Inumaki.
"The sleepover is the other way, also why do you have a trash bag?" He asked you, following behind as you throw the bag away and began to walk back inside.
"Why are you even near the trash..?" You answered but with a question.
He just shrugged, but you also noticed that he has not one but two bags and one of the bags was a whole suitcase.
"Are you moving out your dorm? Why do you have so much."
"I brought my own entertainment... that is my PS5."
You blinked at him then just began speed walking leaving him to follow behind.
After randomly chatting, you both made it back to her room, the door opened before you could even knock.
"Oh you're back. Why is Inumaki with you I thought you took out trash?" Nobara asked as you both entered.
"He was hanging around the dumpster." You mumbled.
"Was not."
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Finally, everyone had arrived and Nobara happily brought you all into her odd blanket fort in the middle of the room.
"In here we are going to play games! Isn't that exciting!!?" She excitedly exclaimed.
"What kind of games..?" Megumi asked.
"Sleepover games duh."
After replying back to Megumi, she opened up her phone and then spoke up again.
"Okay, first game we play is Never have I ever! But with stuffing your face with marshmallows isn't that fun." She smiled.
Basically what she means is if you did whatever the other person said, you put a marshmello in your mouth like the chubby bunny game.
"The more marshmallows in your mouth, the less you can talk meaning you lose. Let's play!"
As soon as she finished spoke, Inumaki smacked the pillow that he was holding and spoke up:
"NEVER HAVE I EVER STOLE MY BEST FRIEND."
It was targeted at you. because he's literally staying right at you.
"First of all I stole no one, second of all he spoke to me first." You said, then finally placed the marshmallow in your mouth.
He began mocking you. You was about to throw your pillow at him until Megumi pulled you back.
"Never have I ever stole Leon merchandises."
"Ok. and for your information, I brought them here for you but I'm gonna keep them."
"WHAT?"
He pretended that he couldn't talk, pointing at the marshmallow in his mouth.
"..You still need to speak anyways.." You mumbled.
"Never have I ever hid in a bush, in public."
Inumaki stared at the boy for a bit then placed the marshmallow in his mouth.
"You hid in bushes..?" Yuji asked.
"We don't talk about that.NEVER HAVE I EVER STALKED PEOPLE ON A DATE."
Nobara let out a frustrated sigh.
"WHY ARE WE TARGETING EACH OTHER? LETS PLAY ANOTHER GAME."
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The other game was truth or dare, the classic one!
Nobara started this time.
"Maki, truth or dare?"
"Truth.."
"Okay! Do you like me?" Nobara asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
"Dare."
"THATS MEAN."
Maki smiled at her reaction then answered her.
"Yeah I like you, I like everyone."
Nobara just stared at her then rolled her eyes.
"Yuji, truth or dare?"
He smirked, then said dare.
Maki sighed.
"..I dare you to do a spin the bottle right now.." She mumbled.
"You dare him to what?" You asked but got ignored.
Yuji grabbed a bottle from behind him that you didn't even notice he had and placed it in the middle.
He began to spin the bottle and originally it landed on Megumi and Inumaki but before you could even ask what's about to happen now, Nobara quickly shifted the bottle to make it look like it landed on both you and Yuuta.
"What-"
"DANG, guess we have to put you and Yuuta in the bathroom for 7 minutes!"
"I thought we was playing truth or dare?" Yuuta asked.
"I thought we was playing spin the bottle?-"
"STOP THINKING AND GET IN THE ROOM"
"I thought it was Megumi and-"
Yuji shut you up as he dragged you into the storage room, Inumaki dragging Yuuta behind him as well.
You both didn't get any say in this as the door was shut and locked.
"What do we do now..?"
"I don't know.." Yuuta mumbled.
The silence hit until you both heard the sound of a movie starting.
"Are they watching a movie..?" You asked.
"..yes.."
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A short time passed and both you and Yuuta had decided to sit on the floor.
"Y/N.." Yuuta whispered.
You turned your head in his direction.
"Wanna hear a secret?" He asked.
You nodded.
He went silent for a bit, causing you to worry a bit.
"For a while now, I knew you liked me." He started up again.
"Oh.."
Out of all the secrets you wished to hear, that wasn't the one you wanted.
But before you could answer him, his shoulder pressed against yours.
"For a while now, even before we spoke to each other, I always looked around in school for you. I noticed that you only spoke to Megumi and Maki then I later found it's because you three are related. I also noticed that you always kept to yourself, Maki told me that's because you're a really shy person, she really wanted you to open up soon. I wanted to help but not in the way that I did when I found out that you had a "crush" on Yuji. I did it because I wanted to make you feel happy but I would've never known that you actually liked me back instead and not him."
Yuuta finished his small speech as he turned to face you, noticing the shocked look on your face.
"I'm just really happy that I found out you liked me back." He ended with a smile on his face.
He stared at the ring on his finger as he felt you leaning your head on his.
"I didn't know you liked me back.." You mumbled.
You both sat in silence, blushing as smiles grew on each other faces.
Right now, you felt the happiest, even if it's in a storage room with a broom next to you, as long as Yuuta is there you didn't really cared.
The moment was ruined though, by the sound of someone mimicking the sounds of throwing up.
You both failed to notice that the movie in the background stopped as shuffling was being heard.
Slowly, you both saw the storage door opened as Yuji, Inumaki and Nobara quickly tried to escape and made their way back into the blanket fort, trying to hide their giggles.
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the one who made the throw up noises was inumaki
I cried(I didnt) while rewriting this I'm abt to blow up tumblr
idk if I reread it correctly I was kinda rushing it out of frustration
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Mutual Help | #20
𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung
↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k+
⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢
The fire keeps everyone warm and creates a calm atmosphere around you. It's sad, this is your last night here and you wish you could stay longer. Your camping trip is slowly coming to an end, and all you can do is fully enjoy it while it lasts. And you do, by sipping beer and talking to Jimin who's sitting beside you. From the corner of your eyes, there's Jungkook rummaging through containers full of snacks as he contemplates which one to choose. And he's not alone, there's Kiko standing beside him and laughing at something he says when a bunny grin appears on his face.
"You don't mind?" Jimin speaks up, snapping you out of your thoughts and observation. You realize you weren't listening to him and got distracted, that's why an apologetic smile appears on your face before your brows frown in confusion.
"Mind what?" you ask, seeing Jimin's eyes shifting somewhere over your shoulder and you know what he's looking at the moment, he looks back at you.
"Them talking." he answers carefully, looking at you with the same pitiful look Hoseok gave you during your hike.
"Why would I? Just because she's his ex, it doesn't mean he can't talk to her. He's a free human, I'm in no place to tell him whom he can talk to or can't." you shrug carelessly, reaching for the beer can as you take another sip.
"Yeah, I know that... I guess, I'm just surprised. You're right here and he's there talking to her, staring at her and—" he stops himself before he can say something else, his eyes leaving your face as he looks at the mentioned couple. "Never mind." he gives you a smile, a weak one that you pretend to ignore.
In times like these, you wish you could tell him the truth. To tell him that he doesn't have to worry about your feelings, or the fact Jungkook is there staring at her with heart eyes and having the time of his life, because it's not real. Your relationship is not real and it's all pretended. But you can't, you promised that to Jungkook and even though, sometimes you get the urge of wanting to tell someone close, you don't. Maybe it's that little knowing feeling that you'd feel embarrassed. Although Jimin isn't a judging person, you can imagine his reaction perfectly. He'd probably scream something like 'Are you guys stupid?!'
No matter what goes through Jimin's mind, he decides not to say it out loud and puts his arms over your shoulders, hugging you and pulling you closer to him.
"I've no idea who bought this beer, but it tastes like piss." he whispers into your ear, causing you to erupt in laughter while he joins you.
From the corner of your eyes, you notice Jungkook and Kiko walking away without saying a single word. Everyone seems to be too busy noticing that, but you do.
"Let's play UNO!" Hoseok says, already pulling out cards from one of his bags while Taehyung's groan resounds.
"I never understand the rules." he whines, but still straightens himself to prepare for the game.
While everyone starts to play the card game, Jungkook and Kiko are out of everyone's sight, slowly walking around the lake.
"How's your ankle? Does it still hurt?" Jungkook asks, not hiding his worry while it makes her smile. She's not subtle, Jungkook notices it and his heart starts to do little jumps at that.
"No, it's fine. Thank you for taking care of me." She thanks him.
"Always," he whispers, but too audibly to her ears and he quickly coughs. "I barely did anything, I just carried you."
"That's a lot and I appreciate it," she tells him, "I'm sorry if me coming here is weird or uncomfortable." she blurts out, causing Jungkook to stop as he stares at her with widened eyes.
"What are you talking about?" he frowns in confusion.
Kiko sighs, stopping as well as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "You and Y/N are dating right now, and here you are, taking care of me. I don't want to cause any trouble, Kookie."
That freaking nickname makes his heart jump again and he's so close to hugging her. Oh fuck, what would he do to hug her again.
"You're not causing any trouble," he says quickly, shaking his head. "We are both fine with you being here. I'm glad you're here."
"You are?" she raises her brows in shock.
"Of course," he nods, "You know... I don't hate you. I could never hate you, no matter how our relationship ended." he says, although the mention of their relationship makes his stomach clench uncomfortably.
This can't be the end. No, he can't lose her. But he still forces those words out of his mouth, silently waiting and watching closely her reaction. She sucks in a breath, looking away almost shamelessly and it sparks interest in Jungkook, not the good kind though. It's because he knows there's something more to her reaction and the whole situation.
"You probably should." she mutters, letting out a chuckle that's nothing but fake and forced. It pains him to see her this way, so broken and guilty.
"What? Hate you? Impossible." Jungkook scoffs, staring into her eyes to let her know that he means it.
Despite her saddened gaze, Kiko forces herself to smile. "That's good to know." she chuckles, nibbling on her bottom lip nervously.
"Kik," he mutters, her eyes snapping from her dirty sneakers to his.
He can see how much that nickname affects her. It's not the same when Hoseok or any of her friends call her that. When she hears Jungkook say it, it's like nobody calls her that and it's the most important and beautiful word at the same time. And yet, it's just a simple nickname.
"I know you said you needed some time for yourself, but I don't believe that."
"Kookie—"
"No, let me finish please," he sighs, pleading with her with his doe eyes that makes her shut up and listen to him. "I know it's not the real reason why you broke up with me."
"It is!" she exclaims, growing nervous and unnecessarily defensive which Jungkook recognizes immediately.
"Hoseok told me, Kiko." he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He told me."
"What?" she breathes out, her face paling in the brightest shade of white and even he can notice it in such darkness. She feels like she's about to faint any second.
"Well, he didn't tell me the reason. Actually, he didn't even tell me himself, I kind of figured there's something more to this. All he said is that it's not his place to tell me anything and I respect that. He's a great friend, but I deserve to know the truth. Don't you think?"
She stands frozen, barely blinking before she slowly nods. "You do, but you'll hate me." she whispers, her eyes filling with tears while Jungkook's ones widen and he swears he can feel his heart crack.
"I told you, I could never hate you," he tells her, assuring her but still, it doesn't assure her and she scoffs under her breath as she sniffles. "I'm sure it's something we can fix."
Her face looks even more broken after he says it and he almost whines at the helplessness he feels.
"Unfortunately, it's not. And you'll hate me once you find out." she sniffles, holding back her tears.
Jungkook doesn't hesitate, he moves fast and before Kiko can realize, he's hugging her tightly. Her arms wrap around his frame after a moment of realization, burying her face into his chest as she takes a sniff of his scent. His cheek is pressed against the top of her head, closing his eyes when his heart feels whole again. He missed this so fucking much.
He wants to enjoy this feeling, and he really does, until his head starts to prevail over his heart and all those predictions come back to life. But even then, he's not opening his mouth nor moving away from her.
Just a little longer, he thinks before they both part at the same time but still stay in close proximity.
She recognizes that look, the saddened one as he's about to say something that might break his or her heart but she can't stop him. She's been practically lying to him, because she didn't add another reason why she broke up with him when Jungkook asked. Although, she really needed some time for herself. To learn how to live with that guilt she's been carrying for a couple of months.
"Have you cheated on me?" he asks, watching her mouth open in shock before she quickly gets a grip of herself.
She's silent, avoiding his eyes as she stares at the darkened lake instead. He sees the wheels running in her mind and decides to encourage her to tell him the truth, even if it's going to break his heart all over again.
"You can tell me, I'm not going to hate you." he reminds her.
How could she think he could ever hate her?
Sighing, she closes her eyes for a brief moment before she looks at Jungkook. "Yes." she whispers, causing him to freeze in place.
It was just a wild guess, something that's been bothering his mind for a couple of weeks. But her saying it, admitting that, just breaks him all over again and he literally freezes at her words. With worried eyes, she calls out his name but all he can hear is the one and simple word she said. She just confirmed something he feared of, he didn't think it could be true. You said she wouldn't do it.
"Jung—"
"Who?" he asks in a low tone, embracing herself to look into her teary eyes.
"Jung—"
"Who?" he asks, much broken this time and she sobs, shaking her head. "Was it Hoseok?"
Her eyes widen and she starts to shake her head abruptly, holding onto Jungkook for her dear life. "Jungkook, please!"
She's begging him to stop, he doesn't need to know more. It'll only hurt him even more.
"Just tell me." he says deeply, voice shaking while he remains to keep his face neutral.
"No, of course not! Hoseok is my best friend!" she exclaims, shaking her head as if the idea is completely ridiculous. "I'm so sorry, Jungkook." she sniffles again, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Who was it then?" he still presses, hurting himself even more and Kiko sees that. But she also knows he won't stop bringing it up until she answers him.
So with a deep sigh, she looks on the ground not willing to look into Jungkook's eyes as her velvety but shaky voice resounds.
"You don't know him." she mumbles, shutting her eyes like she's the one who got so hurt. Like she's the one who just found out the love of her life cheated.
"What have I done? Was I not good enough of a boyfriend?"
It's unbelievable how much control Jungkook has over his features and attitude, because he barely reacts. It's like he's numb to everything right now.
"You were perfect."
"Then why would you ever cheat on me?" he whispers, clenching his jaw to prevent himself from crying.
"I-it was a mistake, I'd never do it again. I regret it and I'll have to live with it for the rest of my life. You've to believe me, Jungkook." she begs, but she's met with silence and numb Jungkook.
"T-that's why I broke up with you. I couldn't just look you in the eyes and pretend everything's okay." Her voice shivers as she gulps down the huge lump in her throat.
"You should've told me, maybe we could work it out," he says pathetically.
"What? Would you still want to be with me after I told you that? Jungkook, listen to yourself. It'd be torture for you." she scoffs, although it's completely sad.
"Maybe, but that's how much I love you." he says, not saying anything further because he wants to spill his heart out. He wants to tell her that maybe, just maybe, he would look past that and try to pretend like nothing happened. That's how much he loves her, he's willing to act like she hasn't broken his heart — as long as he gets to have her by his side.
She seems to be taken back for a moment, replaying his words in her mind and wondering if it was just a slit up.
"I'm sorry I broke you, that was never my intention. But I see that you're better without me," he scoffs and she shakes her head, "No, you are. You don't need me, you don't need my love,"
Oh, how wrong she is.
"You've Y/N now. She's a wonderful woman and she's the only one who can love you like I do."
He scoffs, almost bitterly laughing at her words. This is so wrong. She thinks you two are really dating, when in reality it's all an act and his way of winning her heart back. His mind is all over the place and he's not sure what he wants anymore. He needs to sit down and think it through without anyone by his side.
"If I was fine with," he gulps, "If I was fine with... what happened,"
He can't bring himself to actually say those words out loud and it pains Kiko, because she's the one who messed him up. However, she keeps her head low and listens to him.
"Would you still be with me?"
She opens her mouth, snapping her eyes towards him as she stares at him. Is he insane? Would he really be fine with it?
"I—"
"Just answer honestly. Do you love me?"
"I don't think it's appropriate to express my feelings when you've a girlfriend, Jungkook. Don't break any heart like I did, you're so much better than I am." she pleads with him, but he only raises a brow at her.
All he cares about now is for her to answer his question. He needs it, he needs it so he can think it through and decide what's best for him.
"Do you love me?" he asks her slowly, keeping his tone low and eyes focused on hers.
Her pupils shake with nervousness, while her bottom lip shivers almost as if she was scared to answer honestly. Jungkook's doe eyes plead her, showing that there's nothing to be scared about.
"I do," she whispers, "I love you, but you deserve someone better."
"That's up to me," he tells her, turning around before he lets out a huge sigh. "Let's go back, I need some time to think." he mutters, not bothering to look back if she's following him but the quiet rustling of grass behind him tells him that she is.
"...so tell me, what's this boring person's job?" Namjoon asks, sipping on the beer as he adjusts the buckle hat covering his soft blond hair.
The fire still keeps you warm, although the little amount of beer flowing inside your system helps too. You've managed to make yourself relax, bonding with everyone much more until some more heated theme appeared to be the center of attention. Something, that you and Namjoon weren't part of so naturally, he sat down next to you and started to get to know you more.
The topics of your conversations haven't been that serious, it's actually very nice and light talk with someone you're getting to know. Namjoon is an interesting person with great opinions close to yours, even he can make you speechless with the choice of his words and how artistic he seems to be without even trying. And, that he's really clumsy and managed to knock Jimin's beer and Taehyung's soju, plus he tore off one of Hoseok's cards. That's when everyone decided it's time to finish the game, Taehyung's whining about how he doesn't understand the rules definitely helped.
You don't know why, but in a way Namjoon appears to you as mysterious but he's been nothing but very honest and open. He owns a book store where he holds reading sessions every Sunday where customers can recommend their favorite books and hold a conversation with everyone that decides to visit and be a part of their session. There is always a special guest, usually a writer, who openly converses with readers and customers. The writers can take this chance as a self-promotion but as Namjoon said, most of them are just passionate about writing and want to share their journey and story with everyone. Plus, he admitted that he's writing his own book but he's not sure if it'll ever get published. He didn't give you any more details, insisting on keeping it to himself for now and you respect that.
One fact you weren't surprised to hear, is that Namjoon has a girlfriend. She was supposed to be here, but according to Namjoon's words she's visiting her parents over the weekend. You're sure she's just as lovely as he is.
"I'm working in a modeling agency." you answer, chuckling when you see his big eyes.
"You're a model?"
"God, no. I'm, as you could say, a person for everything. Over the few months I worked there, I think I'm doing at least three positions I shouldn't be. My job is to set up dates of photoshoots, making sure everything would go as planned and as smoothly as possible. Oh, once I even had to try on some clothes because the model who was supposed to wear it, couldn't come to fittings. That's the closest I'd ever get to modeling," you snort, "But I don't mind it, it's good and it pays well."
Namjoon stares at you with a mere bewilderment, silently praising you for working so much. Not many people could handle this kind of job and responsibility. Sure, he has his own shop but to him, it feels like you're overworking yourself.
"Well, the fact that you can fit into clothes for models says a lot. Doesn't that make you a model?" he teases you, causing you to snort in response.
"Sometimes I barely fit into those tiny clothes. But no one else wants to do it." you shrug, explaining how it really is.
Your measurements are definitely not model-like. Even nowadays the industry tries to bring more curvy models, it's still not perfect and needs a lot of work, so women with different types of bodies can feel beautiful and normal. Not being judged by their weight or body type.
"That just shows how good of a person you are." he says with a smile, your lips stretching to a similar one.
Maybe he's just joking or saying it lightly, not putting that much thought into his words but still, it makes you happy and emotional at the same time. It's nice to hear such a thing, especially in today's world.
"Ah, stop it!" you giggle, nudging his shoulders as he laughs with you, exclaiming 'It's true!'
You're completely unaware of someone else's presence but that's until your laughter dies down and Namjoon's eyes trail somewhere in the distance. He coughs, almost awkwardly before he slightly pushes himself away from you, although he never invaded your personal space or anything close to it. You follow his vision, seeing Jungkook staring at the both of you before he looks away. Even that brief moment of the weird expression on his face makes you panic.
Something's wrong.
"Excuse me," you mutter, your eyes still locked onto Jungkook who casually reaches towards a beer fan as gulps down almost all of it. "I just need to talk to Jungkook." you smile, glancing at Namjoon who just nods and doesn't question the sudden change in the air.
For sure, he noticed your mood shifting and attention focused on your best friend, but he doesn't question it. Namjoon's smart, he's probably thinking something but he's keeping it to himself. Giving him one of your weak smiles, you make your way over to Jungkook who stands a few meters away from everyone as he holds the beer can in his hand. The other one is hidden in the pocket of his sweatpants while he keeps staring ahead of him with a clenched jaw.
"Hey," you call out, but he barely reacts. You know he must've seen you coming towards him from the corner of his eyes, but damn, it still shocks you that he ignores you. "Are you okay, Kook?" you ask him carefully, eyeing his slumped figure.
"Why don't you go back to giggling with Namjoon, would you?" he barks, your brows shooting to your hairline as you stare at him before you let out a weak chuckle.
"Ouch, who hurt you?" you joke, but apparently your best friend doesn't find it funny and he explodes.
"I'm not in the mood, Y/N." he speaks dryly, obviously not in the mood for talking to you.
Y/N, okay he is pissed off.
"I can see that," you snort, "But I'm here if you need to talk. Whatever happened—"
"For fucks sake, just leave me alone. Go back to Namjoon." he spits and you gape at him with narrowed eyes.
"Why are you so pissed off? Why are you even bringing Namjoon into this?" you ask in disbelief, but all you can see is his clenching his jaw even more. "Don't tell me you're jealous." you scoff, joking but he doesn't seem to take it as a joke when he glares at you.
Your heart jumps at the look he's giving you. He has never looked so angry at you. This is not your Jungkook.
"I'm not," he decides to clarify with an attitude in his tone, "But you're supposed to be my girlfriend and here you are giggling with some other guy. How does that make me look? How does that make us look?"
And you laugh. You actually laugh at him before you shake your head. "Is that what's bothering you? I don't know about you, but you're the one who sneaked out with his ex-girlfriend to God knows where. So, how does that make me look, huh?" you snap, seeing his eyes widen for a quick second before he's back to glaring at you.
"I didn't sneak out for fucks sake," he mutters, although doesn't protest further. "I just need some time alone."
He's pushing you away, you realize. And you're not the problem here. Something happened between him and Kiko, and he's obviously not ready to tell you and you're not going to force him to open up to you. He knows very well that you're here for him, but you're not going to remind him when he's acting this way. Underneath that layer of anger, you see his true and hidden emotion. He's hurt.
You're trying to look for Kiko, wondering if she's in the similar state like Jungkook is. You're met with a sight of Hoseok hugging her closely, almost hidden behind one of the tents. It's too dark to tell what they're doing, but from what you can see it seems like Hoseok is comforting Kiko.
Everyone's too busy to notice the atmosphere that flies in the air, nor Jungkook's and Kiko's state. They're too drunk and preoccupied with screaming drunken nonsense. The only one who seems to notice this is Namjoon but he respects everyone's privacy and preoccupies himself with staring into his phone.
"Okay," you whisper, shoulders dropping in defeat. "Whenever you want to talk, I'm here." you tell him and give him the space he so desperately wants. You're not sure whether he needs it, though.
If this was him during their breakup, possibly even worse, you've no idea what Taehyung and Jimin did to make him feel better.
That night, you're sleeping in the tent while slightly shivering from the cold, despite the fact that you're wearing at least three layers of clothing and that you're completely nestled in your sleep bag. Also, that night Jungkook doesn't pull you closer nor warms you up.
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🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 5 (dadrry)
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word count: 3.2k
warnings/tags: harry x reader, dadrry, fluff
(a/n: you guys voted, so the baby name is revealed: Vivian/Vivy)
You happened to be waking up when you heard the noise through the baby monitor. The baby was whining and babbling to herself in her crib, waiting for someone to tend to her. You turned off the monitor so it wouldn’t wake up Harry before you left to go get her.
When you opened her door and flicked on the light, she pulled herself up and started giggling, excited to see you. She was still a bit wobbly, but she was getting better at trying to stand.
“Good morning, Vivy.” You said with a laugh as you scooped her up. “I should’ve known you weren’t gonna let me and Dada sleep in.”
“Da da!” She squealed, snapping her head around looking for him.
You tickled her side. “We’ll go see Dada in a minute.”
She continued to mumble little sounds to you as you changed her diaper and let her pick a stuffed animal to carry to the bedroom. She grabbed a small pink bunny, one of her favorite ones, and held it by the bow around its neck.
Once you were done, you made your way back to the bedroom. Harry was still asleep, his arms tucked by his sides as he laid on his stomach. He had shifted since you left, probably noticing you weren’t there anymore.
“Da da.”
“Shh, let Dada sleep a bit longer, baby.” You sat her on the bed so you could pull your shirt over your head.
It was easier to completely take it off, especially when you were comfortable and in the privacy of your bedroom. When you picked her up again, she let out a squeal and a few giggles, which made you grin at her.
“Mommy’s pretty girl, yeah? You’re such a cutie.”
She smiled back, but soon settled on your lap as she realized she was getting hungry. You let her latch on whenever she was ready. The older she got, the easier it was for her to do this more on her own, but it was also harder for you to handle the pain. She was cutting another tooth, so it hurt occasionally. She definitely got comfortable as she nursed, which made you slightly hopeful that she’d fall back to sleep.
After twenty minutes, she decided she was done. You slipped your shirt back on and sat her on the bed between you and Harry. At first, she was occupied with her bunny, not really paying him any attention. The moment he let out a grunt, her head lifted and her eyes went straight to him.
“Da da da.” She waited a moment, then whined because he didn’t answer. “Da da.”
“Give Dada some pats, like this.” You said as you reached over and pulled the blankets back, gently patting your hand against his shoulder blade.
She gave you a curious look then proceeded to copy you, but with a bit more force. The sound of her hand smacking his skin made you laugh.
“Do it soft, baby girl. Don’t hurt Dada.” You demonstrated again.
“Ma ma ma.” She softly spoke as you took your hand away and allowed her to try again. She did it only slightly softer, and this time he groaned.
“Da da da!” She squealed, quickly grabbing onto his back with both hands, and every nail digging into his skin.
You couldn’t resist laughing as she started slapping him with both hands, chanting his name over and over in between her giggles. You got a video of her doing it, just so you could show him later. It was always so adorable to watch her interact with him, and this was making your heart flutter. She squeaked as he opened his eyes and shifted his head.
“Vivy.” His voice was scratchy, but she definitely knew he was awake now.
“Da da da.”
He chuckled and brought his arm from his side to put it around her. She had been sitting on her knees, so when she fell forward onto his head you both started laughing.
“G’morning, baby. You’re a little ray of sunshine this morning, hm?” He said as she started climbing onto his back, one hand tugging his hair for support.
“She’s been happy since she woke up, Dada.”
He smiled as he finally got a chance to see you. “Vivy.. can I get up, baby?”
“Da da da da!” She started patting his back again, well her version of patting.
“That means no.” You said in a whisper, making him playfully roll his eyes.
“You girls make all the rules, yeah?”
“Someone has to keep you in line.”
“Da da!” Vivian suddenly shrieked, making Harry flinch and you laugh.
“C’mere, babe.” Harry tried to look over his shoulder at her. “I wanna give you some cuddles.”
“Ma ma!”
Harry laughed. “Telling on me, hm?”
“Ma ma ma ma.” She continued.
“Someone’s going to be in trouble.” You gave him a nudge as you laid down, leaving a space for the baby whenever she decided to get down.
“Please go easy on me, m’already getting beat up.”
“Vivy, give Dada a break.” You smiled as she looked your way.
She was grinning like crazy still, very pleased by the fact her parents were with her and paying her some attention. Harry looked back at her, calling her name to get her attention. She leaned towards him, pressing her forehead against his ear. He chuckled and tried his best to reach for her without knocking her over.
“C’mon, baby girl.” He said with a smile as she squealed straight into his ear, making it ring for a moment. “Come cuddle with Dada.”
“Da da!” She happily shrieked back.
It didn’t take any more begging. Harry rolled over the moment she climbed onto the mattress between you two and, of course, nuzzled her way into his arms, right against his chest like she liked. You were always so in awe at the way they acted together - how special he was for her and how much he adored her. You decided you’d give them some space, besides you had some alone time with her earlier anyways. It was his turn. His eyes shifted to you as you pushed yourself up on your hand, your lips finding his quickly. He grunted, furrowing his brows while you pressed a few pecks against the baby’s head.
“Where y’goin’?” His voice was still scratchy from his slumber, which made your heart flutter. The simplest things drove you insane sometimes.
“M’gonna take a bath. Wan’ you to have some baby time.”
Harry sighed, reaching for your hand. “Babe, you don’t have to go. We can love on our little bug together, y’know?”
You licked your lips and smiled, shaking your head slightly. “She’ll be perfectly happy with just getting some love from Dada.”
“Da da da.” The baby repeated his name, her face was now mushed in the crook of Harry’s neck. She wanted to be as close as possible.
“I guess you deserve a nice bath, hm?” He pursed his lips for a moment, then let a smile shape to them. “Enjoy your alone time, darling. We’ll be waiting for you.”
“I know.” You squeezed his hand while your lips met his once again, just for a few seconds. “Don’t steal all her cuddles.”
Harry pinched your wrist before letting you slip away from him. “I’ll save you some.”
To Harry’s surprise, the baby was completely fine with you leaving her alone with him. She’s slowly starting to overcome some of her anxiety. You believe that she if she feels safe and comfortable, then she won’t freak out as much or at all really. And now right, she couldn’t get more comfortable.
She was laying on Harry’s chest, her small fingers toying with the chain around his neck. He always worried the pendant would come off and she’d try to put it in her mouth, but he knew right now she was safe. She was just occupying her attention by pinching it and rubbing the chain against her skin. It was a comforting thing that she did often. He never minded. It kept her happy and that was all that mattered to him.
“Vivy.” Harry mumbled her nickname quietly as she let out a few soft whines. He was concerned because she had been so quiet for the past fifteen minutes. “Baby doll.”
She gently moved her head, which he took as a sign of having her attention. She didn’t seem very active anymore, which was bothering him. Maybe she just wanted to relax and rest. He hoped nothing was wrong, he couldn’t possibly handle that right now.
“Da da da.” She spoke back, her small hand slapping down on Harry’s chest.
He chuckled and gave her sides a tickle. She squealed, struggling to sit up on his chest. He helped her and kept a hold on her waist once she was up. She reached for the necklace again, this time pulling the chain up with her.
“Do you miss Mama?” He asked softly, not sure if you could hear him or not from the bathroom across the room. She looked up at him, eyes widening at the mention of your name. He smiled sweetly to her. “Yeah? Bet you do, hm?”
“Da da da.. Ma ma.. ba ba.” She kept on babbling, saying a few things he recognized but mostly it was just noises.
He couldn’t help but laugh at how cute and confident her words were, even if they were hardly words. She let go of his chain and slid off his chest, which made him roll back over to keep a hold of her. The last thing she needed to do was tumble off the side of the bed and hurt herself.
“Mama’s taking a bath, baby girl. She’ll be back in a bit.”
“Ba ba!” She suddenly said as she grabbed the stuffed bunny off the bed.
Harry watched in amazement as she rubbed her hand over the texture of the fur, almost as if she was petting it. The bunny was one of her favorite stuffed toys. Lately, she has been gravitating towards it more than usual. Harry figured it was because it was cute and soft.
“Mooo!” She threw her arms up, the bunny flying from her loose grip.
Harry chuckled and reached for the toy, it had went a bit far out of her reach. “Baby, m’afraid bunnies don’t say moo.”
“Moo! Moo.. moo, Da da.” She said back, very sure of her words.
“If you say so, baby cakes. Moo moo.” Harry made the bunny do a little dance, which made her giggle and reach for it. She tried copying him, which was just adorable to witness. “Speaking of cake.. my angel’s birthday is coming up, hm?”
She was now fully focused on shaking the bunny around, imitating the actions he was doing. It was cute to watch her make the toy dance and soft, quiet “moo’s” come from her mouth as she watched it move around in the air. She hit it against the bed a few times, giggling as she babbled nonsense sounds.
“You’re going to be the cutest one year old in the world. We’re getting you the prettiest cake, baby girl. All pink and sparkly for Dada’s princess.”
Vivian’s eyes lifted and she grinned, letting out a shriek that made her shoulders lift and her nose scrunch. Harry pressed his hand against her back as she began rocking from excitement. He wasn’t sure what specific word made her so happy, but he figured it was princess. Even though he knew she probably didn’t care what the word actually meant, she knew that her daddy called her that a lot. He figured it was one of her favorites.
“Yeah?” He nodded. “So excited for your party? I bet you’re gonna get all the presents in the world.”
“Da da.” She said as if she was trying to get his attention - little did she know, she already had that. “Da da da.”
He lifted his brows and smiled as she extended her arm, the bunny in her hand. He wasn’t sure if he needed to take it, but when she dropped it in front of him, he figured that’s what she wanted. He picked it up and sat it against his chest, making her giggle and fall forward on her arms.
“Da da!”
“Is this my bunny now?” He asked with a tone of shock in his voice. “Can’t believe you gave me your favorite bunny!”
“Da da!” She replied just as excitedly as before.
“Aw, my sweet baby.” He cooed as she crawled the very short distance to him and put her arm around his neck. Her face smushed against his, making him chuckle and put a tighter grip on her. “Dada’s got the cutest little bug, doesn’t he? My pretty girl. Love you so much, princess.”
“Da da da.” She pressed her open mouth to his cheek, slobber covering his skin instantly. Her version of a kiss was always so cute, even though it was messy.
“Thank you for the kissy, baby girl. Dada loves you the mostest.” He rubbed his nose against her cheek, making her squeal from the ticklish feeling.
Once she calmed down, he noticed that she was acting tired again. He lifted her above his head, making her grin and stick her tongue out. A bit of drool was pooling in the corner of her mouth, and he quickly put her down before it dripped onto him. She let out a little whine, but he could tell it wasn’t because of any distress. She was comfortable back on his chest, his arms holding her tight.
“Go back to sleep, angel baby. Dada won’t let you go.”
You took a very long bath, mostly because you wanted Harry to have time with the baby - but also because your bones were aching and you wanted to relax in the burning hot water. You dried off and wrapped the towel around your body before leaving the bathroom. You were greeted by a sleepy smile from Harry and a quiet mutter of your name from the baby, who was still laid on Harry’s chest.
“Going back to bed?” You asked while walking over to them.
Harry sighed. “Thought she would.. but she kept whispering for her Mama.”
“Whispering?” You lifted a brow, somewhat smiling back at him.
He patted her back gently. “Mhm. She was quiet for a bit, but once she started she didn’t really stop.”
“My poor baby.” You pouted to her, but she didn’t try to sit up. She seemed tired still, which was worrying you slightly because you thought she had slept good.
“She may be hungry. I asked if she wanted a ba-ba but she just said Mama back.”
Harry sat up with a groan, placing the baby on his lap. Her head fell against him, her hand gripping the skin over his stomach. It hurt a little, but he wouldn’t’ dare make her stop.
“I’ll nurse her in just a second.”
You walked over to the closet to grab something to put on, but as soon as you disappeared beyond the door, the baby started whining.
“Baby, hold on. Mama’s coming back.” Harry told her with a gentle sigh. “She’s gonna give you somethin’ to eat, promise.”
You could hear them both from the closet, but you didn’t try to rush back in there. You knew that the baby needed to learn how to cope with you not always being around her, and same with Harry not being there. She’s gotten a bit better, but she’s still learning. Harry kept a hand on her back, slowly rubbing in circles to soothe her, as he waited for you to return.
“See, there Mama is. Told you she was coming.” Harry said with a smile as you walked back into the room, now wearing a pair of cotton shorts. The t-shirt you planned to put on was hanging from your fingertips.
“Was she a good baby while I was gone, Dada?” You asked as you joined them on the bed, laying the shirt beside you to put on once you were done.
He chuckled while you scooped her from his lap. “She was a bit playful with me, yeah. Got sleepy though.”
“Sleepy? Hm, you don’t need to sleep til your nap later on, baby love.” You told her as you adjusted her in your arm and leaned against the headboard to relax your spine.
Harry watched as she latched onto your breast and curled her arm against her own chest. He wondered if she wanted to hold onto something, so he quickly grabbed the bunny she had given him earlier. You were about to question what he was doing, but he lifted her arm and laid the bunny down before you could get the words out.
“The world’s best Dada.” You whispered as his eyes caught yours.
He shook his head, grinning back. “She’s got the world’s best Mama, too.”
You hummed as he joined you against the headboard, his arm sliding around your back. His fingertips gently rubbed against your hip, which made your heart skip a beat. You missed him a lot in that way, missed the intimacy. It hadn’t been forever, just a few long days, since you last got to spend time with him alone. You thought maybe you could mention it today and he would do his best to make it happen. With the baby becoming very needy and his work on new music piling up, it was hard to find the time. You held out hope, he always came through for you.
A few minutes ticked by, and the thought was bugging you now. You swallowed gently and looked over at him. He had his phone in his hand, mindlessly scrolling on it as he waited for the baby to be done so you could officially start the day together. You licked your lips and glanced down at his legs. You missed the way it felt to have him resting his body on top of yours.
“Harry.” You mumbled, much quieter than you wanted to.
He hummed back, his eyes still on the screen. You looked back at the side of his face, admiring how handsome he was, even his profile. You felt a tug in your stomach, but you tried to ignore it. You were nervous, even though there was no reason to be.
“I think.. we should have some.. Mommy-Daddy time later.”
He clicked the button on the phone to lock it and dropped it on the bed. His head turned and his eyes met yours immediately. It happened so fast that you didn’t have time to look away. A thick layer of blush rose to your cheeks. You watched him lick his lips and gently bite on his cheek as he stared at you.
“Yeah?” He smirked softly. “I do miss you a lot.. been a few days.”
“Do you want to?”
He smacked his lips. “Of course!”
His eagerness made you laugh. You looked away from him and down to the baby, who was satisfied with her current arrangement. Harry gripped your waist, leaning into you so his lips could press against your jaw.
“Gonna love you on so good, babe.”
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The Blood Runs Thicker (part 11) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~
~On a roll so multi-upload for this story! Don't worry, bunny ears will get a multi-upload day to compensate. However there will be no uploads on Wednesday and Tuesday, post about that later. Also this is a very back and forth chapter, I'm so sorry for that!~
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CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Mentions of torture. Drama. Possessive behaviour. The suit stays ON
The lights seemed too bright as you opened your eyes, groaning against them and looking around as you tried to orient yourself. Ears attuning to the sound of beeps and machines whirring, people walking and talking just outside of where they were fully clear. The white tiled ceiling staring back at you. Sitting up slowly, you winced, noticing an IV in your arm, attached to some form of fluids, quickly glancing at the bed told you that you were in some form of hospital bed. Heart pounding quickly and making the monitor besides you jump erratically, summoning a nurse who was passing by.
"You're awake, excellent! I-"
"What have you put me on?" You ask, glancing at the bag, the nurse smiling as she realised that you were probably a little confused.
"Saline and iron, now you-"
"Any medications? I can't be taking any medications." You said, making the nurse sigh slightly, her smile remaining in place however as she shook her head slightly.
"You were dehydrated and anaemic, so only fluids and iron. I'm surprised you came around so quickly honestly!" She giggled like it was meant to be some joke, but you just stared at her. Making her shift uncomfortably after a moment as you upheld it. Maybe your time with William had changed you more than you cared to admit.
"Now, I'm going to grab the doctor and some forms, as we need to have them filled out now you're awake. Your insurance should cover all this for sure!" The nurse smiled, your eyes watching her as she scooted out of the room. As soon as she was out of sight, you reached behind the monitors and pulled out some wires that looked important, the machine switching off and stopping the infernal beeping, pulling the attachment from your finger and hissing as you pulled the IV from the crook of your elbow. Folding your arm up to put pressure on it and reduce the bleeding.
You weren't going to stick around, you had to figure out where you were. Where Michael and Elizabeth had gone. Where William was. Your eyes welled up as you recalled how feral he'd looked with the bridle on, forcing him to compliancy, and you made a promise to yourself that you would rescue him from whatever hell he'd been placed into next.
Looking around, you eventually found a tiny locker next to the bed, wrangling it open and finding your clothes, you got dressed quickly, discarding the paper thin hospital gown and feeling more comfortable in your own clothes. Sticking your fingers in your pockets, you frowned as you felt some paper in there, pulling it out and unravelling two fifty-dollar bills and a note, reading the elegant looping handwriting carefully.
'I'm sorry you might not know where you are. I dropped you off far away so you could give yourself a new life, and some money for your troubles. -Elizabeth Afton'
Pulse racing, you shoved one of the bills and the note into your pocket, glancing out of the door to the room before padding quietly down the hall. Realising that you needed some things if you were going to go and find Afton. Nobody questioned you, or where you had come from, but you headed straight for the hospital shop. Picking up a pair of cheap, thin shoes, some socks, a soda and a sandwich, paying for them quickly before you put the shoes and socks on.
Now to figure out where you were.
~~
Michael swung his foot forwards and felt his face splitting into a grin as William doubled over, yell muffled as he doubled over in pain. Unable to stand or use his arms to block it as he was bound. And the bloody baseball bat in the corner, splinters missing from it with the force which it had hit him, was another good reason.
His son had been taking sick pleasure over the past few days with torturing him, unable to feed, unable to heal and unable to talk or bite back. Years of vexations and pain was being poured back into him, and William had begun to believe he almost deserved it. Mike grabbed his head and made him upright again, greenish grey eyes staring at him with pure hatred behind them as he smirked. The same cruel look he'd seen so many times on his son's face when he bullied Evan to tears.
"You're not so big anymore are you? God I remember how you used to fucking belt me for making Evan cry." Mike laughed bitterly, receiving a glare from William, he hated being unable to bite back at his brat of a son. To retort and make himself big again, William Afton was not the kind of man who did well with feeling small.
"But then...you come home, changed. You start wearing sunglasses more, refusing to eat dinner with us. I thought; 'perhaps he's getting so blackout, his liver might go'." Mike continued, picking up a switch-blade from the floor and raking it down William's skin, listening to the muffled hisses, the air rushing through his nose as he desperately tried to hold onto air. "And then...I happen to be there when you come home. You looked so pissed. Desperate even."
Placing the point against William's shoulder and driving it in, he watched his father squirm and shout against the plate that meant he couldn't speak. The same plate that he'd used on him more than once to 'teach him a lesson'.
"Do you even remember what I tasted like? When you almost tore me apart? How long did you wait after you snapped my neck?" He asked, driving the tip in further as William screamed, Mike's face contorting into a scowl as it didn't reach deep enough for his liking, leaving the blade in his shoulder and examining his bloody hands.
"Did you realise that Evan and Lizzie were home?"
Chuckling, he smacked the hilt of the blade, making William wince and try to pant as it scraped against bone in his shoulder before Mike pulled it free, flicking the worst of the blood off to one side. Head tilting to one side slightly as he laughed, a bitter sound as he examined the line-up of tools he had against the wall, deciding which one was next to test out.
"I guess I can thank you for one thing, father. You always hated me, because I was cruel like you. And now...now you're the one who can't stop me." He sneered as he picked up a crowbar, feeling the heavy weight in his hand before he swung it violent at William's head.
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You'd managed to figure out where you were once you made it outside the hospital. Moving quickly as you heard a tannoy system activating inside and garbled words that you assumed meant 'missing patient' seemed to send everybody inside into a frenzy. Scarfing down your food as you walked, you headed straight for a bus-stop. Looking through the list of destinations with a frown, finishing off the last bites as a bus pulled into the stop. Moving out of the way to allow people off and on, you studied the route map intensely.
"Where are you headed love? Maybe I can help?" The driver asked, making you jump slightly as you looked at him, barely glancing back to the route before making your mind up. Elizabeth might have taken you some way, but you were running on determination.
"Hurricane. I was visiting a friend and caught a lift up, but now I need to make my way back." Not technically a lie, but the driver nodded as he hummed for a moment, pulling out a map book and running his chubby fingers over the pages before he turned back to you.
"You want the four-twenty-seven bus. It'll take you one city over and from there, you'll have to ask again." He offered and you smiled, nodding your thanks as you took a seat at the stop. The digital clock on the wall ticking by all too slowly as the bus departed, counting down precious minutes.
You somehow knew that you had to make it to Freddy's. William had an unhealthy obsession with the place, and something in your gut made you think of the ghost children, how they seemed afraid of Afton. The thought made your stomach sink into your chest, not wanting the sickening revelation that popped into your head to be true.
A cold burst of air next to your arm caught your attention, and you glanced down at where it had touched. Frowning as you saw nothing there and turning your attention back to the clock.
'Do you...really want to save him?'
The tiny voice was almost impossible to hear, but you recognised it deep in the back of your mind. You offered your hand silently to the open space and felt the cold touching it after a few moments. Mulling over your words.
"It's complicated." You answered, looking roughly where you would expect a child to be sat before returning your gaze to straight ahead. Wondering how the ghost had managed to follow you to a town three hours away from the restaurant. But it sounded weak, like it was trying to talk through a string-phone across a campsite.
'Didn't...he..hurt..you?'
"Yes... But I just...I'm used to him now. It feels strange to go without him. There are moments when he's almost human again." Explaining to air, you felt the cold moving up your arm and moving your hair slightly, the faintest touch as you kept your eyes focused on the floor before the sensation disappeared, releasing you from it's spell and making your heart pound as you wondered what was going on to force the spirits out to find you.
~~
"Mike, he's not going to get his punishment if you beat him to a pulp before we go through with it." Elizabeth tutted, looking at the bloody floor and the distinctly slightly mis-shapen body of her father. Mike was coated too, dropping the crow-bar from his grip and watching William's fingers twitch as his nerves continued to fire, trying to repair himself even now. Sighing, he wiped his face with his forearm, taking off some of the sweat before he turned to his baby sister.
Elizabeth's face was starting to become lined with age, her hair tied back into a pony-tail and secured with a red ribbon that made Mike smile slightly. The same way she had loved to wear it as a kid, some things would never change.
"Sorry Lizzie, I just..."
"I know Mike...But you've got to remember what we're doing this for." He nodded as Elizabeth reached out her hand cautiously and held his in hers. Looking at her father as he twitched and groaned, despite the fact that any human who had sustained that much damage would certainly be dead. It was hard for her to keep reminding herself that he wasn't human. The proof was in the fact he looked the same as he did almost forty years ago, let alone the blood spilt in his name and by his hands.
He lost the right to be human when he'd almost killed Charlie Emily.
If it hadn't been for the stranger walking past, Charlie would never have been found in that back alley, body wrapped under the security puppet that Henry Emily designed. She was alive, barely. And Elizabeth had always made sure once she was grown that there was a mysterious benefactor for the Emily family, alongside Mike. They felt responsible for the fact that Charlie was wheelchair bound, that her father never got the solace to know that her attacker was brought to justice.
It always turned Elizabeth Afton's stomach that nobody knew it was her father who had done such a thing.
But it was all going to end. The remaining Afton siblings were going to end their father's reign of terror, and perhaps bring peace to whatever afterlife there may be that he was rotting in hell. They had spent years tracking him down, biding their time.
They knew he would revert to his true nature eventually.
"Go get the suit please Mike. I'm sure dad's well acquainted with what the insides look like, he'll be staring at them for a long time to come." she breathed, and Mike nodded, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before he wandered off into the restaurant, looking for the final piece of the trap that had been set.
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The closer you got the Hurricane, you felt the cold air around you increasing. You treated it like a person, your hand often dangling open at your side as you walked between buses and stations, feeling the cold air engulfing your hand as if the small child had taken a hold of your hand, holding you close in case they got lost.
It was dark by the time you made it into Hurricane, and you had the bus drop you off near to William's house. Still having to walk a way down the side of the road as you approached the house, seeing the lights all turned off and leaving it looking dark and ominous.
His car was still in the drive, and you felt grateful that you'd had some experience driving it. Heading inside, you were somewhat surprised that the door was unlocked, but you headed inside and found some old cardboard boxes. Looking around as you tried to figure out what in his life was important.
Time was running out.
'Do you need help?'
You'd almost forgotten about your silent friend, and you nodded. The cold moving up your arm and making you sharply inhale, spluttering as your lungs burnt with cold for a moment before it felt like one side of your body was filled with pins and needles. Blinking rapidly as your arm raised up by itself and your hand moved, clenching and unclenching as if testing out the movement.
'Sorry if this feels strange'
"You're alright. Thank you for helping." You said softly, allowing yourself to walk around and be poked into the right directions by the ghost sharing your body. It was a strange sensation, like your body had fallen asleep on one side and even though you were aware you were moving, you weren't doing it fully consciously. But whoever was sharing your body seemed to know William well, picking out what they deemed to be the most important and placing them into the box sort of haphazardly for your more 'awake' side to sort out and pack neatly.
"Are you...An Afton?" You asked, the side of your body being controlled pausing for a moment, the cold washing over you as you felt the question forming in your mind.
'Evan'
"Mike's your brother? That means William's your dad, right?" The little voice fell silent again as it slowly controlled your hand again, picking up things and placing them with a little more care into the boxes you dragged around the house.
'I know how you feel...Mike hurt me and..I still love him.'
"Mike hurt you?" the surprise evident in your voice as you almost felt a mental nod, Evan's hand nervously picking at itself through you and you watched it with some sadness. Like he was too nervous to talk about it, but finally summing up the courage.
'He didn't know what happened to him. He came in, and he was scarier than usual. He grabbed Lizzie first, and she didn't make any noise... it was strange. And then he grabbed me...it went all warm and fuzzy, even though I was cold.'
Mike's ability had been used on his siblings. You felt a pang in your chest as you felt some relief that at least it hadn't been painful for Evan, you knew all too well how easy it was to slip under when Mike bit you.
"Then how come you can move Fredbear?" You asked, curiosity piqued as you watched Evan putting some books into the boxes as well as boxes filled with blue-prints and metal pieces.
'Mike panicked. He put me in Fredbear, made it look like an accident so nobody would ask too many questions.'
"That's horrible!"
'I still love him...does that make me a bad person, miss?' You paused as he asked the question, wondering what he meant before the tiny voice continued 'My mom used to say that only bad people love people who've done bad things.'
"You're not a bad person Evan, you love your brother. He's...He's got issues, and I don't blame him for that. He hurt me too. Do you think I'm a bad person?" You asked, feeling the mental head-shake from the ghost as you shrugged, admittedly one sidedly. "Then how can you be a bad person."
Evan remained silent this time, moving slowly to help point out important items, and giving you full control back of your body as you loaded up the car with the boxes. Grabbing William's keys and locking up the house, you hoped that it would still be there, waiting for him to come back when you'd done. Adjusting the seat and mirrors, catching a brief glance of something blurry in the reflective surface as you adjusted them, but you started the car, carefully driving it towards Freddy's.
~~
Pulling up behind the building, you didn't notice any other cars nearby but you made sure to park in the most out of the way spot you could find. The cold air that was Evan's ghost had disappeared the closer you got to the place, and you felt your heart pounding a nervous tattoo under your skin as you faced the building for only the third time in your life.
As you went to open the door, you almost screamed as the face of a plush purple rabbit pressed against the glass, waving slowly, making you wave back before it pushed open the door with stiff movements. You guess Evan had gone inside and told the others to play nicely, though you weren't entirely sure about it.
'Is she really coming to save him?'
'She likes him. Don't you remember having crushes and you wanted to do anything for them?' Evan's tiny ghostly voice would have made you blush and smile if you weren't hyper aware of any movement potentially alerting the Afton siblings of your presence.
Heading further into the dark, you trod carefully. Something acidic hitting your nose and making you pause as you felt your shoe press into something wet on the carpet. Breathing deeply before you paused.
Gasoline. They were going to burn down the pizzeria.
Moving quickly, you heard the heavy thumps of animatronics moving about before a movement caught your eye and you ducked behind a pillar on the wall. Seeing the handsome, angular features of Michael Afton in the low light, he looked around almost casually. You realised that the strong smell of gasoline offered you some protection from his senses, but you weren't willing to push it. Shuddering as he wiped blood from his hands against his t-shirt that he's changed into, sniffing and scrunching his nose in distaste as the scent in the place. Rolling his shoulders before he began to walk off into the dark again, allowing you to slip down the corridor that he'd come from.
Your feet were quiet against the tiled floor, listening and quietly testing each door you came to. Opening the door where you had hidden with William, seeing Fredbear's suit in the corner, blank eyes staring into your soul as you slipped inside. Carefully, you picked up the head, cradling it carefully before you listened for the sound of the heavy animatronic feet passing by.
Opening the door, you saw Foxy glaring at you, hook raised slightly as if he was about to swing before seeing you carry the golden Freddy head in your arms.
"I-I don't know if you can understand me, but you need to escape. They're going to burn the building. Can you take Evan and this key," whispering as you fumbled with they key set, taking off the Afton house key and gently placing it on his hook before holding out the head tenderly. "and let his show you where to go? You'll be safe there. I promise to come back for you."
The animatronic whirred and clicked, metallic parts struggling to move for a moment before Foxy's jaw opened and snapped shut, making his head wobble back and forth in a pseudo-nod. His hand taking the underside of the suit head before he turned slowly, stomping back down the hall, hopefully to retrieve the others and escape.
You began to move again, hoping that you would be able to find your way out of the restaurant in time as you tried the last door on the corridor. Gasping as the smell of iron hit you in the face, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting before you spotted what you had come for. Shoulders slumping as you cautiously approached.
The once yellow rabbit was slumped against the wall, and you could see blood soaking the fur. Pooling beneath it and spreading across the tile like black ichor in the low light. Falling to your knees, you stared at what to all intents and purposes looked like a corpse. Something in the way that he was slumped over told you that the mechanisms inside that you had set off when you first met William had popped and contributed to the bleeding. You wondered if his head had been damaged. Truly trapped inside a prison of his own making.
Tears welled up in your eyes, staring at him helplessly before you crawled through the gore and laid your head against his shoulder, arms around the thick middle and letting yourself cry for a moment. You weren't sure what you were mourning, but they flowed freely, and the hot salt rolling down your cheeks felt like it released a tension you didn't know you'd been carrying. Quietly sobbing and making the suit wetter than it already was.
You almost missed the tiny, rattling breath from inside.
Hearing it, you paused, trying to contain your hiccupping breaths as you listened for it again. Seeing the fingers on his gloved left hand twitching almost imperceptibly. Hope swept through you like a crashing wave, and you struggled to your feet, hooking your arms under his and grunting as the dead weight pressed against your much smaller body.
"William...if you can hear me... I've got you." You whispered close to the suit, watching the mechanical ear twitch slightly as you spoke. Grunting as you pulled him along the tiles, trying to not slip over in his blood as you managed to shoulder open the door. Eyes widening as you saw flames licking at the end of the hallway, black smoke curling up to the ceiling and crawling along it.
You had to escape.
Looking at the grimy walls, you spotted a fire-plan, scanning it briefly before you began to drag William with you down a different turning. Sweating as the heat in the building increased and from the heavy work, William was not a light man at the best of times, and now the added weight of the suit wasn't helping your cause. Panting as you managed to pull him towards the door, coughing as the smoke began to cling to everything, burning your eyes as you fumbled with the fire-door. The bar refusing to give out before you slammed your whole weight against it, hissing in pain as it felt like something in your shoulder popped trying to get it to move.
Grabbing the yellow suit again, you felt out of breath moving him into the cool night air, feeling the suit shudder at the change in temperature.
In the light of the flames, you could faintly make out two figures stood in front, holding onto each other as they watched the building go up in flames. The Afton siblings. You felt some sadness for them, that it had come to this to get over everything that had happened in their life. Turning towards the woods out back, you saw the faintly glowing eyes of five animatronics peering at the flames, watching at least one pair slide over to you before they turned and began to walk through the brush. You hoped that they made it to the house okay. They were children after all.
Opening the car door, it took a while of effort to haul William into the back seat, hearing a quiet rasping breath as you winced, the suit barely moving as you guessed animatronic parts held him still. Placing him as comfortably as you could manage before climbing into the driver's seat, bloody and tired as you managed to start the car and slip out onto the highway, not sure if Elizabeth and Michael noticed you, but you were too focused on driving.
You weren't sure where you would go. But you needed somewhere safe for the night where you could assess the damage.
You needed somewhere where you could make sure William was alive.
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Reaper 8
Reaper is a dark story with dark and mature subject matter. 18+ NSFW
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warnings: reaper's explicit rage, kinda fluffy tbh, age gap talks, she calls him daddy once, smut
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The stillness of the morning was something Harry had grown to love. Growing up in London, he was used to the sound of sirens and raindrops against the window panes of his council flat. It was opposite to the serenity of his desert oasis. Sure the heat took some getting used to at first, but there was nowhere in the world he’d rather be.
When his mum shipped him off to his aunt’s house in the States at 13, he thought he’d never forgive her for taking away everything he knew. He was left to fend for himself out here, but it seems the fresh start was a blessing in disguise. A blessing that saved his miserable, twisted life.
Harry tried his best not to move as he shifted awake, not wanting to wake the sweet sleeping Bunny in his arms. She was snuggled so comfortably against his chest, arms, and legs clinging to him. The longer she slept the more time she spent away from this reality where she didn’t feel entirely safe. Harry wasn’t sure how he slept at night knowing that.
His lips brushed her forehead as she shifted in her sleep, a sweet little sigh leaving her swollen lips as she sunk further into his warmth. His throat tightened as he realized just how comfortable she was with him.
He still felt the guilt coursing through him. The fact he had made himself stay far, far away from her and pushed her away because he had been worried about caving and giving into this exact want? To the point where she probably didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell him someone was bothering her? It stung. His intentions in staying a respectable distance had been good but he had hurt her in the long run.
She had always been a favorite of his, long before the feelings had changed and things had shifted to a romantic gaze. It was more so on her side admittedly at first, but at age 19 when she had come back from her second year of college and he had seen her again, seen the woman she had become instead of sweet little Bunny who drew with chalk and showed him the cupcakes she decorated? It had spooked him entirely and he had taken major steps back. He knew it had hurt her back then and he had tried to keep the big brother type of thing but it was never like that for her.
For her, she saw him as a friend. Someone she looked up to and loved. And then it was more. He knew she had a little crush but never imagined it had actually flourished into the feelings she was expressing now.
He was being selfish now. Hogging her and indulging in the fantasy of laying in bed with her like she was his girlfriend. Pressing a few kisses to the crown of her head as her nude back was stroked by his hand, her peaceful expression reminding him exactly why he needed to be careful.
Each and every day he felt the anger in him brew. The anger towards himself and this stalker, this man who thought he had any claim in the woman he wanted to keep.
Whilst Harry was deep in thought Bunny had long since woken up, far too busy enjoying the tenderness he was offering her. She at first thought it was reserved for special occasions, during their most intimate moments. Though once it came, it never faded. He was tender even when it wasn’t necessary and to her, that meant far more.
Harry noticed a shift in her breathing but chose to keep quiet. He really shouldn’t indulge like this.
It was too late. It’s been too late.
“You trying to trick me, bun?” Harry rasped, breaking through the silence a few moments later. He placed another gentle kiss on her forehead, resting his cheek against the top of her head. “You must be tired, why don’t you sleep a little more?” His words were met immediately with a shake of her head.
“Don’t wanna,” Y/N mumbled against his chest, “Not when you’re awake.” Bunny knew how cheesy it sounded. She couldn’t help how she felt. Her body pushed forward against his, asking him to lay flat on his back so she could climb to lay on top of him.
“What do you wanna do today?” She asked, letting out a tiny yawn before resting her cheek back against his chest. “Cause I’m guessing I’m not going to class.”
His smile could be felt on her head as she melted into him. It wasn’t fair. It really wasn’t. Harry made her heart beat so hard and her stomach clench with the giddy swirls and he always seemed so… calm. Collected. Even when he was being sweet. She wished sometimes she had more control over her reactions with him because it was almost embarrassing.
“Mm.. as much as I want to keep you locked in here and in this bed?” He laid back and placed his arm back around her, fingers tangling with the ends of her hair. “I think I should let you go back. It isn’t… I don’t want him to think he’s won. That he’s backing you into a corner. Y’know?” He felt her nod against his chest.
“Yeah. I’m just getting spoiled spending the days with you.” Her tired voice made him want to pull her up for a kiss, but she was seemingly comfortable so he settled on a squeeze to her hip.
“Me too, baby. Me too.” The pet name had slipped out again, not in the context of sex, and it had her reeling. Hearing him call her such soft things had her feeling giddy.
“So I can go to classes? Are… you’re gonna be sitting out there?” She hoped he would. Harry made her feel the safest she had ever felt in her life.
“Yeah. And Kid is going to go inside with you. I talked to Viper about it and he’s a good one. A little younger than you, but he’s never pulled any bullshit.”
“Kid huh?” She giggled, “No, I shouldn’t judge based on the nickname. I’m sure he’s dangerous.” Y/N said more to herself than to Harry. She let her eyes fall closed again with a sigh, focusing in on Harry’s heartbeat to ground her. It had quickly become one of her favorite things to do.
“Okay, so that means I have to get up like…. Now.” She whined towards the end of the sentence, expressing clear distress on her face. She didn’t want to get up, but she’d do it. Y/N really did love going to her classes. Turning her head, she pressed a few kisses to his chest with a sweet hum. “Not yet though.”
Their morning kiss was far more important at the moment.
The two of them had felt undeniably closer after last night. Feelings on high, there were no hesitations anymore. At least not from Y/N. If she didn’t think it’d freak him out she would have told him she loved him by now.
“I’m going to shower. Do NOT,” She pressed a finger to his nose, “because I will give in and I will be late and please don’t make it hard for me.” Bunny pouted, pecking his lips a few more times before lifting herself out of bed.
“I was about to come with you, so you’re very lucky you gave me that warning.” He said with a snicker, sitting up and stretching as he watched her walk to the bathroom and shut the door.
God damn. He was in so much fucking trouble with her. He could see himself having this view every single morning, except following her inside the bathroom and holding her there for quite a while. Making her late.
One of the good things about the reputation of the club was that people didn’t fuck with its members or their women. Their lovers. Whatever. They had privileges and connections and weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty. Harry was happy that would extend to Y/N.
The black tee shirt was lazily thrown on his shirtless form, going to his dresser and putting his rings back on the allotted finger.
He hoped that she would be out of the shower soon. She really would be late if she didn’t hurry.
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“Can you grab me a banana or something please!” Y/N called to him as she hurriedly tugged on some jeans. Although Harry did make a face at the thought of her not having a proper meal in her belly, he knew they didn’t have time for a real breakfast.
“I have a break at 12, I’ll come out and bring you some of whatever we make, okay? I don’t want you to be hungry waiting for me either.” It was a perk of culinary school, there was always something to eat if you were hungry. Of course, she wanted to make sure he had something in his system to keep him alert.
“I’m ready, just need to put on my shoes.” Bunny checked the clock, 8:32 am. Class started at 9. “Okay, we need to go!” She pulled her tote bag over her shoulder, opening the door only to be met with a sinister surprise.
A bag from the shop they were at yesterday.
“Harry,” Y/N's voice did nothing to hide her shock. She knew for a fact he had not put it there, hell, how could anyone have put it there?
Harry knew by her voice that something was wrong. His alarms hackled, grabbing his gun and unlocking the safety, shoving her away from the door and raising the gun.
There was no one there but a familiar shopping bag, the hair on the back of his neck standing up as he pushed Bunny back and kicked the bag. Just in case something was explosive, he covered the door frame with his body but there were no movement- only fabric spilling out of the bag.
He looked up at her with furrowed brows, deciding it was safe to grab the bag and bring it inside. There were no good moves at this point. No one ordered anything here and the sick feeling in his stomach had him aware of just who this was from.
“Bunny, back up.” He ordered, taking the bag and opening it up to see the pink fabric was… an older worn pair of panties? With a white piece of paper attached to it with scratchy writing.
“Did you forget my invite? I thought we were going to have fun together, but it seems you’re too busy being a whore for that scum. I can hear you right now. He’s not a good man, Y/N. I will get rid of him for you.”
For once, Harry felt blindsided.
How could this happen? He brought her here because it was secure and safe. He had made sure of that when he moved in. Someone was getting fired today if not murdered. He needed to control himself, he couldn’t act on these feelings now. His priority was Bunny.
“We are going now.” Harry spoke calmly, locking his apartment though at this point, he might as well leave it open. Ridiculous that he even had to do this, had to fix this, had to think on his feet so much when she should be safe here. He didn’t want to bark orders at her, but he was livid. Anything could set him off right now and he didn’t have time for the rage.
Harry kept her close to his body as they made their way to his bike. The bag was still in his hand, he didn’t think it was something Y/N should see. Not yet anyway. He folded the bag in half and shoved it into the compartment under his seat. Everything was moving so fast, he didn’t realize he was barely saying a word to Y/N.
“Here.” He mumbled, helping her with the helmet as usual. “Hold on tight, bun.”
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“I need everyone to open their ears and listen very fucking closely— this fucking roach got into my building!” Harry could not hold back his anger anymore, not in the comfort of the clubhouse.
Everyone had heard his bike roar as they pulled into the lot. It was still early in the morning, they weren’t expecting anyone till at least midday. They knew it could only mean one thing.
Viper had been the first to greet them, immediately looking to Bunny to see how she was handling it. To his surprise, she seemed calm and relatively relaxed. It definitely hadn’t hit her yet.
“How?” Wiz asked with a raised brow. “You live at a pretty secure place.”
Harry shot him a look. “If I fucking knew, I’d have the thing dismembered by now.” His voice was a low growl. Harry’s whole body screamed danger, he was on edge and his stance was tight. “I’m not keeping her there when he could bypass the guard at the front. Which- I hope someone has a shovel ready because that one needs a shallow grave too, later.
Anyone who allowed this to happen would die. He could see the blood now. It would be the only thing that could make him feel better.
“How do you know it was him?” Viper tried to be reasonable, knowing that despite Harry being normally rational in those terms- he was paranoid when it came to Bunny. Anyone with eyes could see he cared for her.
“I have proof.” He yanked the bag out of his pocket and handed it to him. “That’s from a store we went to yesterday. The son of a bitch was following us. Don’t open that out here.” He warned. Anyone else seeing those panties would make him start screaming.
Viper’s brows flashed up when he saw the name of the shop on the bag. He’d bought his wife a few things from there before, this wasn’t a minor offense.
“I’m guessing it’s the underwear he took from her house the first time, it’s in there with another note.” Harry nodded towards the bag, “I’ll skin him alive. He thinks he can threaten me?” It’s that part of the note that really got to him. There was no doubt that he would be able to kill the fucker, but to have Bunny see it? To think she wasn’t safe with him? It’d be the death of him he was sure.
“You two are welcome to stay here in the meantime. You aren’t going back there anytime soon, little rabbit.” Viper turned to Bunny, he didn’t hesitate to offer them their guest room. It was Harry’s room at first anyway. “I’ll have Mia sort it out for you, Wiz? I think you and Reaper should head back there… bring Kid with you, he’s got a good eye. Get whatever you need for the week and bring it back here. You know she’s safe here.”
Bunny knew better than to comment, this wasn’t the time. Harry was rightfully fuming, he was not in the headspace to be there for her now and she knew that. In fact, this time she wasn’t as spacey— it’s as if she knew something would happen to taint the wonderful mood she’d been in. The awareness of having a full-time stalker had fully settled in.
Harry turned to her. He was trying, that was what mattered. She could see on his face he remembered last time, his solid body stalking up to her and taking her chin in his hand.
“I’m going to take care of it, Bunny.” He said quietly. His eyes still weren’t all there- she could tell his brain was still not really able to fully be there for her but the attempt was there. “M’gonna kill him.”
His lips covered hers roughly, kissing her hard. In front of all the brothers, it was very telling where they stood now. Harry wouldn’t just kiss anyone, his grip on her possessive as he let it linger on the only sweetness he could focus on.
“Text me what you need, yeah? I’ll grab your school shit. We’re taking a truck to grab some shit. Wiz will look at the security systems and we’ll install better ones later but… you’re safe here.” He thumbed over her cheek. “Viper will introduce you to Mia. I’ve got to go.”
“Be safe, okay?” Y/N wrapped her hand around his wrist, dragging her thumb over the back of his hand that was on her cheek. She leaned into his touch some more, turning her head to press a kiss to the palm of his hand. “I’ll see you later. I’m okay, I promise.” And she really was. She was surprising herself, though it was definitely just a trauma response. Thankfully, she had Viper here to help.
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“Man, he’s a fucking nerd,” Wiz grumbled with annoyance as he searched through the footage, noticing how clean the time cuts had been. There was only a certain time frame it could have been if he’d heard them fucking. “It was still light outside— he’s got some balls I give him that.”
“I’ll feed them to Rover if he even thinks of coming back here again.” Harry spat, not in the mood for jokes. This creep was getting on Harry’s last nerve and he didn’t have many, to begin with.
“Look— you said you got back around 4, yeah? There is a cut from 4:38 to 5. Either he was here for a while or he’s trying to throw us off.” Wiz explained, wanting to see if he had forgotten any cameras.
“He has to be insane. Because there’s no way he knows of us… knows of Reaper’s reputation and is still choosing to go after his girl.” Kid said quietly, pushing his sunglasses up.
The man’s rage could be felt in the place, his body nearly vibrating with anger. Harry knew it was better to have left her there. He didn’t like how this situation was making him feel. It was worrying him a bit. Yes- he snapped many times, he was bloodthirsty and he killed people, he did it without a second thought if the conditions were right, the crime was bad enough. But this was slow burning. Edging. Boiling his rage more and more each day.
He hoped Bunny wasn’t there when he found the guy. No one would be able to stop him from killing him with his bare hands. Nothing could. He wouldn’t stop until he was sure the thing was dead.
“I mean… hacking into security cameras isn’t difficult for a novice once you’ve got access to the deck. But my question is… who let him into the security booth? Because there’s no way an amateur could do this from their own computer.” Wiz looked at him.
“When do your security switch shifts?” Kid piped up. “If he’s watching Bunny it’s possible that he’s been watching this place for a while and knows the shifts. He could have worked it to a way where he messed with a guard or became familiar with them.”
“Kid, how about you go down there and do some investigating.“ Harry would do it himself had he been in a calmer state of mind. Kid was younger and had a kind face, they wouldn’t think anything of it. At the minute Harry was packing Bunny’s essentials, trying to ground himself through the sound of Wiz clicking away on his laptop. He couldn’t trust himself to do anything else, not when he was so on edge.
“Gotcha!” Wiz smacked the desk with delight, zooming in on the one place he knew the guy wouldn’t think to look. “Parking garage cams, how I love you so!” Wiz sing songed, “Come here, both of you.” He stopped Kid in his tracks to the door.
The footage wasn’t the best quality, but it was obvious that someone had stopped to look in Harry’s car. The figure had a toolbox with him, a hat covering his head. Maintenance, a believable disguise.
“This fucker— He did the same thing with his hand when he checked Bunny’s car in the lot.” Wiz pulled up the footage side by side. The hand going up, the way his back hunched.
Harry was deadly silent as he watched, his hands gripping the tabletop so hard that his knuckles were white. The son of a bitch. He didn’t have enough degrading words for him.
There was unfiltered audacity from this motherfucker. He had no fear. None at all, and it made Harry so angry that he could spit. He could maim. He was going to ruin this man and wipe him off this earth. “I’ve never looked forward to ending a life so much in my lifetime.” He murmured quietly, letting the anger fester. It would fuel him later.
Wiz looked at Harry with concern. “Brother… I know it’s hard right now. We’re going to get him. We won’t let him get Bunny.”
“I know,” Harry said simply. “I’m going to track down this fucker the moment I get even a hint of a lead.” He turned and went back to their bedroom. Theirs. It really was at this point, with her stuff all over. Hair ties on his dresser and her makeup in his bathroom. Her slippers were next to his house shoes, her cardigan over his armchair in the corner. Her fake lashes on her nightstand that sometimes he got spooked by and thought were spiders. It made her crack up the time she had caught his jump. She had become a staple in his home and now it felt unsafe.
He hated this.
“I know you will. Without a doubt, we always do. Bunny is a special girl, she gets you, bro. Gotta make sure you keep yourself calm for her. When you do see him? Do what you do best, but right now… We gotta focus.” Wiz had seen Harry in far worse states, though he’d never heard him say he looked forward to killing someone.
Was this the Reaper in love? Even he was afraid to get in his way. The only thing letting Wiz know he was still sane and not too far gone was his tone of voice. He had never seen him so focused while feeling his rage. What spell had the little Bunny put on him?
Harry took a few deep breaths, Wiz was right. He knew he was, but Harry’s anger knew no bounds. He’d spent his whole life trying to control it, trying to find ways to release it. First, it was sex, then it was drugs, and now it was killing.
“Man, I need a fat fucking spliff.”
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Bunny was in her own head, smiling softly at Mia as she chatted to her while they set up Harry’s old room at the clubhouse.
“So I had one of the guys run to Target to grab some fresh sheets and pillows for you guys. I don’t want you to sleep on the gross ones.” She wrinkled her nose. Her hand was going inside the drawers, wiping out the surfaces with disinfectant wipes. The clubhouse was raunchy and not suitable for couple living, but she was doing her best to help Bunny adjust.
She nodded. “Thank you, Mia. Really. I’m usually a lot more talkative, I promise. I’m just a little shaken up.” She felt bad she wasn’t meeting her at her best. It wasn’t personal and her fear was the girl thinks of her as rude or standoffish but she only really wanted Harry right now.
“Please.” She scoffed. “I didn’t mutter more than a yes or no for the first 2 months I was here. If anyone understands being overwhelmed... it’s me. It’s not something I’ve been through myself, your situation… but I know how scary it is to feel out of control of your life and that someone else is pulling the strings. You’re really lucky you’ve got Reaper.” Mia threw the last wipe in the trash bag.
“He’s scary, really, but he’s nice. He isn’t… he doesn’t harass women, he is the first one to put someone in line if they’re being disrespectful to a woman here. The guys here are decent to me but they still are a bit… insensitive at times.”
“Yeah, I can imagine.” Y/N let out a sad chuckle, knowing how difficult it must be to be surrounded by these men all the time. Her comment about Harry did warm her heart, she knew this fact about him, but to hear it confirmed by someone who had no motive was comforting.
“He um… he told me about you, that my brother and my dad were on the mission of helping you.” Bunny knew she didn’t have to say anything else, Mia would know exactly what she had been referencing. “I know you weren’t in the state to meet them properly before things all went to shit, but I’ve known Harry a long time. He’s always been a nice guy at heart.” It was still odd for her to call him Reaper. She didn’t think she ever could. “Don’t tell him I said that though!”
Mia let out a giggle at her last statement, taking a look around the room to see what she could do next.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” She offered a warm smile, “I heard you were a chef.” Mia enjoyed cooking, but the girls in the kitchen were far more skilled than she was. “You have to teach me!”
“I’d love to. Do you have stuff here?” She asked curiously. She was hungry. Her banana had been abandoned in her bag and she could go for some real food.
Shit. She had to email her professors, too.
“I think we should. I’ll go and check.” The knock at the door was Viper, his charming smile making Y/N feel a bit more at ease.
“Delivery.” He opened the door with the three target bags overstuffed, Y/N crossing the room to grab one of them. “I’m glad you two are getting along. Reaper texted me saying he’s on his way back and to have a joint set up for him because he needs it.” He chuckled, placing a few prerolls down on the nightstand. “He used to stay in here when he was younger. It’s his story to tell but after he fell into some shit that was going to actually get him killed, he came here for a while. I saved it and made sure it was blocked off from recreational use.”
The nasty sex that happened in the clubhouse.
“Thank you so much.” Bunny smiled up at him, starting to search through the bag. “Oooo you got me fudge stripes?!” They were Sterling’s favorite, but everyone knew that Bunny was the one who introduced them to him. “You’re the best!” She went to give him a quick hug before moving to make the bed.
“No problem, little rabbit. Listen,” Viper started, “I’m sure you know he’s pissed right now. You seem to know just how to handle him, but he’s very unpredictable at times and I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“He’d never hurt me.” Bunny defended instantly, she had full confidence in the fact.
“I’m not saying he will. I’m saying, if you ever feel unsafe, don’t stay quiet.” Viper’s tone was serious. He had known Harry for a very long time and he admittedly had never seen him so enamored. Anger, much like lust and love, were strong emotions that Reaper didn’t have much experience with containing. “Remember, I’m here to protect you too.” It’s what her father had asked of him.
“Hey, sorry to interrupt but the kitchen is just about to start making lunch so if you wanna take over, now is the time,” Mia confirmed as she stepped into the room. She thought it looked rather charming now that she’d cleaned it up a bit. Not the best, but better than it’s looked in years.
“Right well, duty calls. Tell Harry I’ll be in the kitchen. I’m sure he’ll want some time on his own.” Y/N walked past Viper with a closed lipped smile, still feeling strange after his warning.
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Harry walked inside and immediately searched for her. The only person that could keep him remotely sane at the moment.
“Where’s my girl?” He grunted at the group playing cards.
“In the kitchen with Mia. The girl knows where she belong-” Harry had his gun out and the safety clicked off before he could finish the sentence.
“Watch your fucking mouth when you talk about her.” He growled. One wrong move and Harry could snap. Today was not the day, not in the slightest. “I’ll make sure you don’t get any of the shit she’s making.” He knocked the gun against his temple before putting the safety back on and stalking towards the kitchen, hearing an offhand comment about him being pussy whipped. He didn’t care. Maybe he was.
It was good fucking pussy.
He felt a little sliver of relaxation when he saw her in her element. She had an old apron on as she bustled across the kitchen. It was an industrial kitchen that they’d invested in for the large clubhouse parties they had, and his Bunny was obviously loving it. A happy smile on her face as she had her phone connected to a playlist and she chatted with Mia. A bit of cocoa powder was on her neck, the smell of some sort of baked good in the air.
“Told you! It’s not that bad. You taught me tacos and I taught you Lava cupcakes that won’t deflate.” Mia grinned, bumping her hip against Y/N. Harry watched as his girl turned back towards the stove to stir, his body gravitating towards her without any accord of his mind.
Arms wrapped around her from behind, his face hiding in her neck as he engulfed her in a hold. “Smells good.” Was all he was able to say, pressing a kiss to her neck as she stood frozen for a moment. She only relaxed when she realized who it was.
“How do you move so quietly?” Y/N asked as she placed her hands over his biceps. They were her favorite, so smooth and strong and covered in tattoos. She waited a few moments for him to pull his head from her neck but he didn’t budge. It seems he really needed it.
Y/N continued to stir the raspberry compote on the stove, moving it off the heat so it wouldn’t burn while she was loving on her man.
“You okay, baby?” She cooed, taking the moment to turn around and wrap her arms around him in a tight hug. Y/N knew he’d feel comfortable stepping out of his Reaper headspace in the confines of the kitchen. The women were happy to see the man so love-struck.
“Mia cleaned up your old room for us. Fresh sheets, everything’s been wiped down… Viper left some pre-rolls on the bedside table for us.” Bunny felt a sense of relief wash over her now that he was back and safe with her. “Lunch is just about ready, but we don’t have to eat with everyone if you’d rather have some quiet time.”
“Yeah, I’d like to eat just with you. If that’s okay with you.” He didn’t want to cut off her social time but he needed to be alone with her. To just observe her for a bit. Last time he had shut off from her, made her upset and this time he didn’t want even a tiny sliver of that happening. He was trying his best.
There was no such thing as good company for Reaper when he was in this sort of mood. His head was a wreck of nerves because… well, his girl was in trouble. A girl he didn’t deserve, one he had entangled himself with so deeply that he knew he was going to be in a lot of damn trouble with later in. But for now? He was going to take every little moment, every little ‘baby’ whispered just to him and hold it as close as he could.
“Okay.” She said with her best reassuring smile. As much as she was terrified, she knew Harry had it covered. Perhaps it was a bit naive of her, but seeing how fired up he got in regard to her own safety made her feel even more connected to the man. He cared, he was going to take care of it. Even with the residual stomach ache she had of the dumbass daring to break into their safe spot, no matter how disgusting she felt about the fact he was watching…. She felt safe with Harry.
She turned her head up and pressed a kiss to his jaw, rubbing her nose against him. “Let me make us a few plates. Mia can handle the rest.”
Hesitantly, Harry let her pull away from him to get their food. Only a few more minutes and they could retreat to their room for some peace and quiet. Just how Harry liked it. He couldn’t believe he was back to staying at this hell hole. That she would have to stay here after finally settling in at his place.
He felt like he was doing a terrible job at keeping her safe and secure and it was wearing down on him a bit. Is this what the fucker wanted? He was so tired of thinking about him. He just wanted her.
“Almost done, one second baby.” Bunny’s voice tore him from his thoughts, thank fuck for her. Honestly. “Okay, Viper said he put a little fridge in there for us so we have drinks. Do you need anything else while we are here?”
Y/N had a feeling that once they were in that room they wouldn’t want to come back out unless it was completely necessary. The two of them needed to decompress for a few hours at the very least.
Choosing not to speak, Harry nodded his head no and instead took the plates from her hands.
“I’ll see you later Mia, thanks so much for everything! I’ll see you later, enjoy your lunch!” Y/N grabbed a few cupcakes, utensils, and napkins allowing Harry to lead the way back to their room.
—--
The room was a blast from the past. Sure, he had crashed here a few times since getting his own places but to be staying here for a bit…. It was a weird feeling.
Sitting on the edge of the bed after they finished their food, he watched Y/N go through her bags that he had brought. He didn’t know how long it would take to get the new security system in but he knew that he needed to prepare for anything.
“Did I get everything?” He rasped, her head popping to the side as she nodded. Standing back up and walking over to stand between his legs. Her hands raked through his hair as he rested his head on her breasts, hands settling on her hips as he took a deep breath. He had seemingly forgotten to do that all day, but her touch reminded him that he needed to calm down a little bit.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered into the air. “My place should have been a place to be safe and instead, it was somewhere else he had gotten close. I got too distracted with you and I just….” He shook his head against her. “It makes me so angry.”
“Shhh… listen to me,” Y/N let her nails scratch against his scalp to calm him. “Don’t blame yourself for this, it’s not your fault… you had a security system and seemingly good guards for years, how could you have known this would happen?” This was all obvious to her, but he was not thinking clearly. He was blaming himself because he had promised to protect her and he had control issues.
“I know you’re angry, very angry. As you should be, it’s fucked up that he managed to get into your building and we had to go elsewhere. But I’m safe, I’m with you… we can’t let him think he can get away with this.” Bunny leaned her head down to kiss the crown of his head.
“We knew things would start happening once we provoked him, we can’t act surprised that he’s responding… it’s just, scary that he’s so persistent. I don’t think it’s smart to doubt him. He could really do anything. I’m the one he wants, so as long as someone is with me, I can’t get hurt.”
“You’re always safe with me. As soon as I get my hands on him, he’s going to die, Y/N.” He used her full name, making her blink a few times. He didn’t use it all that often and this was a serious use, making her tilt her head down at him.
“I’m telling you… the moment I get my hands on this man, turn the other way. Run. Do not stand and watch or try and pull me off. Okay? I won’t….” He swallows the lump in his throat. “I can’t be stopped when I get the chance. I’ve killed people before, but I want to watch the life drain from his eyes. I want to watch his fear. Make him beg for mercy and not give it to him because that’s what he deserves.” His breathing picked up, Harry stood up and moved away from her.
“I’m going to tear him apart. I don’t want you to see me like that because it’s… I won’t stop. He’s threatened you, scared you, stalked you? He’s hiding behind cowardly notes, he’s trying to act like he’s smarter than us… I want to burn him alive but that’s too easy of a fucking death. I want to gut him.” He was getting worked up again. “And you’re not going to want to be with me after that. I get that. I’m not easy to be around. I won’t let him get to you. I can’t. I’d rather get shot than let him be alone with you.”
It was clear that once Harry got wrapped up in his own thoughts it was hard for him to calm down. Spending so much time with him, she’d learned some of his triggers and ways to get him to relax.
“You don’t have to justify yourself, Harry. I know what you’re going to do to him, you have been very vocal about it… I haven’t stopped you.” Any sane person would be terrified of him, but it seemed Y/N was too desensitized to all of it. It didn’t phase her that he wanted to kill this man, she felt his anger was justified. Was that fucked up? If she was strong enough to do it herself, she probably would.
“Why are you so sure I’m not going to want to be with you after he’s gone?” Bunny took a few steps closer to him, letting her hands slip under his shirt some skin to skin contact. “Are you forgetting how long I’ve been waiting for this? How long I’ve known that you’re dangerous? Harry, if I didn’t want to be here and if I didn’t want you, I would not be kissing you the way that I do when I do.”
Harry felt himself calm a bit with her hands on his skin, taking a breath as she rubbed his body gently. Her reassurance that she wouldn’t want to leave after he killed him was nice but he didn’t fully believe it. Thank god she was here. She handled things miles better than anyone else would.
“I suppose so.” He replied, responding to her touch by pulling her in and hugging her body to his own. It was easier with her to express things physically. He let out a sigh, trying to collect himself from his outburst.
He didn’t want to explain all the other reasons she would leave to her at the moment. He didn’t want to ruin any time he could have with her. “Remind me…. How long you’ve wanted me?” His lips pecked hers, wanting to be reminded and soaked back in that glow of knowing he wasn’t the only one with pining issues. “Tell me about that. We never talked about it and I need my mind off of this other stuff… I have been neglecting you and we should just relax.” He felt so scattered, so uncontrolled it was infuriating. He needed to focus on her to pull it all in.
She noted the switch up and chose not to say anything, instead melting into the kisses he was giving her. He was right, now wasn’t the time to worry about the future. Right now, they needed to focus on the moment. Y/N could definitely do that.
“Mhmmm,” She hummed against his lips, “Why don’t we get comfy and smoke those j’s and talk about it? I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” Bunny seemed to know the way to his heart, the smile on his face made her giggle. He was really that easy.
“God, could you get any more perfect?” She was right, this would do just the trick.
Bunny took this time to strip down out of the outfit she put on this morning, deciding to stay nude rather than put on a shirt. Sure, it could lead to other things, but she mostly just wanted to be able to feel him.
Y/N climbed into the fresh sheets, humming to herself in relief. Sure it wasn’t as cozy as his bedroom, but it didn’t matter where they were as long as she was with him.
“Baby.” His mouth dried as he turned around, seeing her naked body crawl into the bed. He was quick to make sure the door was locked before giving her a brow, his cock twitching pathetically.
He was a fool. A fool for her, as strange as it may seem. Just a mere flash of her body had him ready to go- but it wasn’t time for that yet. He needed to relax for a moment. Chill out.
“I will be taking advantage of your nakedness in a little while.” He warned, stripping his shirt off and climbing in with her. The lighter sparked up as he lit up, taking a drag and exhaling heavily.
Fuck, he needed this shit.
“Get to puffing and talking, little girl. I want to hear about you pining after me.”
“Okay okay so,” Y/N took a few pulls from the joint as he passed it to her, “I um… I don’t really know when it started to be completely honest.” She tried to think back to a time before she had a crush on him, but it seemed it was instant. “I think at first I was just being the shy little sister, I thought you were handsome and cool and I was obviously younger so I was embarrassed.”
She was 10 years old when she first met Harry. The 16 year old was getting into all kinds of trouble around town, it was a blessing that Viper took him in as an early prospect. It was there at the clubhouse that he had met Sterling and the two hit it off instantly.
“It was just a crush, I genuinely thought it would go away… but as I got older it was harder to ignore. Especially because you were always so nice to me and you just, you didn’t treat me like Sterling did? You always listened even if you thought what I was saying was silly, I never felt like I was annoying you. Maybe I was but—” Bunny began tracing shapes on his chest, only pausing when it was her turn to take a hit.
“But there was this one day I remember, I was 17, I was so horny— I purposely put on a tiny little bikini and laid out by the pool just so you’d look. I think that was the first time I actually planned to try and seduce you.” She laughed thinking back, but he wanted the truth. Didn’t he? “I was so embarrassed after that, I tried to forget about it so it wouldn’t haunt me in college, but it did.”
Harry laughed with her, wincing at her admission. God, it was a little hard to hear only because he certainly wasn’t looking at her back then- but it felt good to know he had been the object of her affections for quite a long time.
“I have to admit… I wasn’t looking at you that way. I think I ended up telling you to cover up because you were close to flashing us.” He shook his head, feeling bad now knowing how she had felt.
“I could tell you had a bit of a crush but I didn’t know it went to that level. I thought you were trying to mess around and make fun of me for that stuff.” He took the joint from her, inhaling his own before letting go. He watched the smoke billow above their heads. “So how long did it last, that crush? Did it get worse or just kind of stay the same?”
Obviously, she had to have felt something for him again now that they were doing… this. Whatever this was. A relationship, maybe? He wasn’t positive. He wanted that, sure, but he didn’t want to be assuming of it and make a fool out of himself. “I remember that one time when you were 19, turning 20 and you crawled into my lap and were really close to me. I thought you were fucking around because you kept giggling but now I’m thinking maybe you weren’t.” She had played off his rejection well if she wasn’t serious.
“Oh, that?” She remembered that night very vividly despite the alcohol in her system. She only remembered because it involved him. How he had shut her down with hunger in his eyes. “I definitely wasn’t fucking with you then… the way you were looking at me I thought you wanted me to, it’s actually why I had the balls to do it in the first place.”
Her in her tiny dress, feeling nervous as ever even with the liquid courage in her system. He looked so good sitting on the couch, he hadn’t stopped watching her all night with those eyes.
“I was really embarrassed after that too, I swore I wouldn’t do it again. But I still had feelings for you.” Y/N tapped the spliff against the ashtray, taking another puff before continuing.
“Do you remember that night when you picked me up from work at the ice cream place?” That was the night that changed everything.
-four years prior-
She had been wincing at the tight grip Josh had on her, his stronger hand tugging her towards his car. “You need to just fucking listen to me, Y/N. Fuck. You’re supposed to be good.” He huffed, eyes dark.
3 years her senior, the 20 year old preyed upon a freshly 17 year old Y/N from their part time job. She was eager to please people and make them happy, bending to their whims as a newly formed adult usually was.
“You’re hurting me, Josh. Stop.” She said weakly, trying to dig her heels in the ground but he yanked again causing her to whimper. His grip burned, twisting the skin- and then it was gone.
A thud of a body hitting metal and a dark growl of a voice filled the air instead, her throbbing wrist cradled to her chest as wide eyes took in Harry’s taller form holding her boyfriend by the neck.
“Like to prey on young girls, huh? Like to abuse them? You piece of shit.” He spit, fist cocking back and nailing him right in the cheek. A yelp sounded from the weaker man, a pathetic ‘stop’ coming from him lips.
“Stop? Stop?” He laughed maliciously, hitting him again. “Don’t think you listened when she asked. So why should I?” He jostled him again. “Huh? Scum of the earth.”
Sterling had texted Harry to pick Bunny up from work that evening. It was a standard procedure, but he’d been running late on an assignment Viper sent him on. So of course, he called the only other person he’d trust with his sister.
Harry himself was running late having just closed shop on the other side of town, but you better believe he was going to make it to get her in time. Or so was the plan.
He hadn’t expected this.
“No—!” Josh’s words were silenced as Harry shoved his face against the hood of the car. He was angry. He’d seen the bruises on her arms before, thought she was just clumsy, but now he’d seen proof that wasn’t the case. It was worse.
“Shut the fuck up,” Harry growled, his grip so tight he swore he could have cracked his skull with his bare hands. “You’re gonna listen to me closely, yeah? Gonna quit this job, gonna stay the fuck away from Y/N, and if I ever hear you’ve done anything to hurt her or any other girls again— I will not hesitate to make you disappear.”
“You can’t d-do this!” The guy tried, but Harry lifted his knee up to nail him in the testicles. A real sob came out of the piece of shit making him roll his eyes.
“I can and I will. I’ll dismember your body piece by piece and have your hand delivered to your family and the rest scattered around town. No one will find you, and if they do? They won’t say shit. You think you’re strong and manly for putting your hands on a woman?” He slammed his face further into the car. “You’re not. You’re a pathetic, worthless piece of shit that doesn’t deserve even a second of a girl like her’s time. If I see you around her, there is no second warning. The only reason you aren’t dead right now is because I don’t have time to clean up the mess.”
He released him and watched him fall to the ground, kicking his side before going to Y/N. “C’mon, Bunny. You won’t see this sad excuse of a boy again.” He placed his hand on her back and lead her toward his truck. “You okay?”
For a second Bunny didn’t move.
She couldn’t believe what she had witnessed. It all happened so quickly but as always, Harry was there at the right time. Y/N never really thought much of Josh’s aggression, but tonight she had seen a side of him she felt terrified of.
Josh, insisting she come over to his house after work despite it being a school night, was not taking no for an answer. The poor girl was tired and honestly just wanted to go to bed, but Josh had other plans for them. Plans Harry had thankfully cut short.
“Y-yeah. I’m okay,” Bunny nodded, taking in deep breaths as she walked to the car. She didn’t want to seem weak, didn’t want to admit she was wrong for previously defending her boyfriend who was so ready to ignore her boundaries. They’d all warned her about him before.
It was then in that moment that Bunny came to the realization she wasn’t quite over her crush on Harry. If anything it just got so much more intense.
He stood up for her, protected her, told her she deserved better, told her she was a good girl. She had always felt safest and most comfortable with Harry, in ways she could never be with Sterling. Sterling was tough on her, had expectations, at times he wasn’t so kind about it— but he meant well.
Harry was patient with her, Harry always made sure she was okay and read between the lines. He took the time to compliment her on things that she cared about. He made her feel seen and valued.
“Thank you,” Was all she could think to say. “Thank you for coming to help me and thank you for um… getting rid of him.” Y/N looked at him with a slightly pained gaze. She wasn’t the object of his affection as much as she made herself out to be in her head. She’d never find anyone else like him, but she could try.
-end of flashback-
“I do. I should have killed him then.” He grunted, messing with the ends of her hair as she smoked. “I hated all your boyfriends. They weren’t good enough for you. Wasn’t even jealousy, though now I could make them disappear for having touched you at all. They simply weren’t.”
Bunny had terrible taste in men but she also got taken advantage of for her sweet nature. They thought of her as a pushover. And she sort of was until she decided to grow a backbone and was dumped for it, leaving her single for quite a bit.
“I thought of you as a kid for quite a while. You were. I watched you grow up. Didn’t start seeing you as a woman until around that time anyway. You coming home from uni and you were about to turn 20… such a pretty little thing. You developed and held yourself differently… you just blossomed. I’d always been fond of you but never like this.”
“Yeah?” Y/N couldn’t stop her smile, a giggle erupting the more his words settled in. “I’d just broken up with Ian. I was so pissed off he just up and decided to move and didn’t even bother telling me.” She rolled her eyes, “But I was in my revenge era when I came back… I honestly didn’t think that’s what would work.”
Years of trying to get him to see her in the way she’d seen him and the moment she let go he was on to her. A light bulb went off in her mind, letting him finish the joint, before deciding to recreate the evening they were discussing now.
“Was sitting like this,” Bunny trailed off as she straddled his lap, her hands resting against his bare chest. He still had boxers on, but the thin fabric was doing very little for them.
Good.
He rose his brow as she straddled his lap. God, he was sexy. Y/N looked down at him as his head was propped up, his long hair pushed out of his face and smoke leaving his lips as he put the rest of the joint into the ashtray.
“Yeah… you caught me off guard back then.” His voice was raspier from smoking, his hands laying on her thighs as she perched herself on top of him. Her nude body exposed to him was a sight to see. His nails gently ran down the skin of her upper thighs, watching as she checked him out.
“What was your plan that night, princess?” He questioned. “You seemed so determined. Played it off as a joke but it wasn’t. And you certainly weren’t naked but… almost. Slutty little dress you had on. I like this view better.”
“Was gonna kiss you,” Y/N hummed at the thought, moving her arms around his neck to lean in closer. “Wanted to ask you why you were looking at me like that… but you stopped me before I even got to.” The girl pouted a bit.
“I was hoping if I got really lucky, you’d take me to my room and fuck me.” Y/N’s eyes were glossy, both from the weed and the lust. Bunny could never quite explain how strongly attracted she was to him, but surely he could tell with how touchy she was with him. “I would have taken your cock right on that couch if you let me… you looked so good too.” Her mouth watered as she remembered the silky white button up contrasting against his sun kissed skin.
Bunny leaned down to kiss his jaw, dipping down to kiss at his neck. It was then that she had the confidence to bite down, giving him a taste of his own medicine and marking him.
“Wanted everyone to know you were mine…” She remembered how her friends kept asking her who he was. How she had to remind them of her crush and how she barely trusted her one friend after the stunt she wanted to pull.
“Hmm… was I?” He questioned, sliding his hands up over her hips, letting out a pleased sigh as she kissed on him. This was hot. The guilt had been too much that day, the idea of his best friend’s little sister being a grown woman and being attracted to her having taken up too much space in his brain… but now? Now he didn’t care anymore.
His hands burned a trail on her body, finding her ass and cupping each side in his palms as her lips crawled over his skin. “Was I yours? Naughty fucking girl. You’ve been filthy this whole time… talking about taking my cock right on that couch. In front of everyone?” He pulled a hand away from the hot flesh, flattening his palm and bringing it down to spank her. He felt her jolt, his hand coming back down to soothe the sting.
“Can’t believe you’ve been gagging for my cock for this long.” He chuckled, the heat of her cunt felt through the fabric of his briefs. “Slut. Jealous, silly little slut.”
She gasped against his skin, settling back into his rough touch as he began to knead the stinging skin. Bunny could only groan, pulling away from his neck with a pop.
“You got me that bracelet…” Y/N licked the string of spit her mouth had left, admiring the mark she’d created. Bunny was proud of herself, he looked so handsome like this. Covered in ink and her bites. “I still have it you know? It’s my favorite.”
The bracelet was hard to miss, she wore it every day and took it off whenever it was time to cook. He noticed it of course but figured she just really liked the style or something.
“Only thing better than that is having your hand as a necklace.” Y/N loved whenever he touched her neck and stomach. It made her whole body tingle, his warm grip always made her melt right into him.
It was a weird combination of fondness and arousal that hit him when she spoke about it. The bracelet had been something to mark her as his? That hadn’t been the intended use but he wasn’t mad about it. If anything; it soothed the possessive beast that was being fed by how much she loved to say she was his.
He removed one of his hands from her ass and pressed his fingers to the sides of her neck, applying just s little pressure to it to make her gasp. “My sweet little Bunny.” He sighed, sitting up with her still snug on his lap. “You’re driving me crazy, y’know that? You love my hand around your neck... being claimed? Marking my neck up like that too, I’ve got to wonder if you’re just as bad as I am.” He pecked her lips, pulling apart and keeping himself an inch apart. She tried to lean forward for more but he shook his head, smiling at the neediness.
“You’re already making a mess on me. Can’t give you too many kisses or you’ll soak straight through.”
“You’re enjoying this? Hmm?” Bunny gave him a massive stroke to the ego, she wondered what else she could get him to reveal. “Tell me more about that night… what did you want to do?” She couldn’t have been the only one thinking about it.
“Kept telling me you’ve been holding yourself back, wanna hear all about it.” Y/N needed to know just what he’d been thinking. It was still a mystery just what he liked, he’d kept things tame with her and followed her lead. It made her wonder what things were tucked away in his mind. The fantasies specifically reserved for her.
Y/N continued melting into his touch, slowly and painfully moving her hips over him to tease them both. It was unspoken the way they were both trying to see who would break first. She hoped neither of them did.
“What do you think, Pet? Think I didn’t want to steal you away and take you right in your bedroom, hold your mouth quiet while I fucked you? I did. It made me feel so fucking guilty. You’re younger than me. Legal for a few years but made me feel so bad about wanting to find out how you taste.”
He had the moral dilemma for a while now, finally giving in and breaking when she stayed with him. She was a grown woman now and she had initiated, she was keeping herself as his girl, wearing the title proudly whenever and wherever she could.
“Then you’d show up to these things in those tiny little shorts and those bra tops… acted like a brat in front of me. Flirting with men you shouldn’t have. Calling me for a ride. You think I wasn’t two seconds away from spanking your ass until it was sore the next morning?” He grit his teeth as he remembered her lacy little tops and her shorts that drove him mad. “Now look at you. Naked in my lap, grinding on me. Letting me smoke you up. You’re a big girl now, aren’t you darling?” His thumb stroked over the side of her throat, pulling her face back towards him. “I’ve barely done half of what I want to do with you.”
The thought made her shiver with need, she couldn’t wait for him to feel comfortable enough to take her whenever he wanted. She loved his needy streaks, the way his hands wrapped around her as a form of comfort. How his breathing was more controlled and his body went limp in her hold.
“Mmmm, perfect for you no? I know just what you like.” She teased, attempting to push forward to kiss him again. “Like that I like to tease, you like me being a good girl, but you love that I’m bad hmm?” Y/N always gave Harry just the perfect amount of pushback. She wasn’t exactly a pushover but submitted to him nicely.
“Are you gonna let me fuck you how I want one day?” She asked curiously, this position on top of him was rather comfortable. Bunny knew she could show him just how good she could make the both of them feel.
“I’ll make you feel so good, Daddy.”
“Of course, I am, baby.” He swallowed, stroking over her bare skin. “M’gonna let you do what you want one day. I love when you’re a bad girl just for me. My sweet little Angel turned a bit filthy.”
Their kiss was wet as he felt her rub on him, the heat of her cunt directly over his cock. It felt really fucking good. Just having her on his lap, rocking on him as he stroked her and played with her body, tasting her tongue… he could do this forever.
It was such a stark difference from how he was with anyone else. It was just an in and out. With his girl, though? He wanted to savor each and everything. Sure, he rushed sometimes… but times like this, he savored each and every little bit as she spoke to him with her raspy sex voice.
“What’s the way you want, baby? How do you want to fuck? Don’t be shy.” He bit on her lip, making her gasp at the slight sting. “Tell me.”
“You’re so impatient, baby.” She cooed, pushing his hair back behind his ear. Bunny loved that she had something to grip on to, tugging at the hair by the nape of his neck. “I wanted so long for this, why would I spoil my fun?” Her bratty side was often out around him.
She felt safe enough to challenge him, knew deep down he could never really deny her. It had always been this way when she used to hang around him when her father was mentoring him in mechanics.
“I do, however,” She trailed off, placing wet kisses on his neck. “Want to use your cock to the fullest, ride you to my heart's content, keep you deep inside me…”
Her skin was on fire at his touch, hips still moving agonizingly slow. She could take this, tease them both till they snapped.
“Use me?”
Harry had been aware of the fact that she dirty minded since they’d started this whole thing. She had been eager and needy, always giving him what he wanted. It wasn’t a shock she was waiting on her own turn to use him. He loved how she touched him, how she raked her nails down his neck and sucked bruises onto the most sensitive parts of his skin. He had met his match in a lot of ways with Bunny.
“Fuck.” He grunted, hand gripping her hip as she rocked her cunt over his clothed cock. Over and over again, teasing him with each brush. He could feel her begin to seep through the fabric, the slickness of her cunt making a mess of his briefs and he didn’t give a single fuck about it. In fact, he encouraged it. “You can have it. Can have me whenever you want. I’ll give you what you want.”
She didn’t even know the extent that went to.
“Whenever I want?” Bunny smiled against his skin, nipping another bite to match so it matched the other side. “You’ll let me do whatever I want?” Y/N pulled back to look at him, her hand still gripping at his hair. Her eyes searched his, breathing heavily from the torturous hip movements.
Harry’s eyes were glossy, mind a bit hazy from the joint, he was so focused on his pleasure that he truly didn’t care how he got it. He wasn’t one to feel shy, especially not around her. Not when she opened herself up to him so well, the sweet thing.
“Whatever you want.” His hand gripped her skin tighter, forcing her to further down onto his cock. The weight of his hand was guiding her hips to speed up. A steady pace, but nothing too fast.
“Would you beg for me?” She countered, “Just how much self-control do you have?” Y/N created enough resistance with her hips to make him whine. She only felt like she could get away with this because he was so relaxed in this moment. He was truly free of thought and focused entirely on her and her alone.
“Fuck, yeah.” He groaned as he felt her move harder on top of him. It was a bit odd, how good it felt. Anything with Y/N felt incredible, but he hadn’t done this sort of thing in so long. He certainly didn’t remember it feeling this good.
Maybe it was just her.
Her fingers tugged at his hair a bit and her cunt rubbed over his prick, the added friction of the fabric made him weak. He was so far gone for her as it was, mix the intoxication and her naked body with the feelings he had been growing for her? It was a recipe for his devotion.
“I’ll do whatever y’want, baby. You’re perfect.” He slurred, lifting his knees a bit as she rocked on him, the hips moving at a faster pace and making his cock twitch against her. “Please, baby. My pretty girl…. Keep talkin’. You sound so hot.” His eyes hooded as she gripped his hair tighter, moving his face up as she pinned him with her eyes.
God, that did something to him.
A smug smile appeared on her face as she stared down at him, leaning forward to sponge a few loving kisses to his lips. The big and scary Reaper was melting in her hands, giving in to her in ways she’s positive no one else had experienced. He was so malleable for her.
“You look so good for me right now, so hard too… It’s taking everything in me not to sink down and fully soak your cock.” The time would come for that, but right now she was enjoying the little bubble of tension. She had never been so horny that she could cum with dry sex alone, not since she was a teenager anyway.
“And how would you feel if I….” She trailed off, her hand moving to cradle his neck the way he had always done with her. “S’ that alright?” She leaned forward for a kiss once again. “Just like you own me, I own you. Don’t forget that.” While her grip was much more gentle, she kept her tone firm.
By no means did she see him ever submitting to her, but she’d hoped she could get him to a space where he could let go. Fully. Where he could relax into her grip and let her love on him and his body the way he had always done for her.
“So handsome, so strong.” She cooed, “You’re so fucking sexy. Even when you’re mad.”
“Fuck.” His eyes rolled back as he felt the hand wrap around his throat. Anyone else would be pinned to the ground if they tried it- but she was right. She did own him. Heart, soul, and apparently, his cock. He loved how she wasn’t afraid of him. Harry knew he would do anything in his power to prevent her from ever fearing him. It may be hard, but he was motivated to keep it.
Her words of praise were whispered against his skin as she kissed over his jaw, his hands helping her move. The fingertips dug into her waist and she loved the slight sting of it, how he groaned and she could feel it against her palm.
“Just keep rubbing like that. Shit, it’ll make me cum if you don’t stop.” It was almost embarrassing. He hadn’t had dry sex, dry humped, in ages. But he supposed this wasn’t so dry. Her cunt was keeping the fabric damp.
“I intend to.” Bunny wanted nothing more than to feel his cum leak through his boxers. Of course, she would rather it be inside of her, but this had become hotter than she had ever imagined.
“Can you get it all wet for me? Want it to be sticky, said you liked it messy hmm?” Y/N was on a roll, grinding down a bit harder now as she felt her own pleasure begin to stir. “God, love how you fall apart for me. Only me.” She moaned out, “Wanna see your face when you make your mess.”
Y/N wasn’t sure where this was coming from but she couldn’t seem to get her mind off of the idea. She loved the sounds he made for her, the way his eyes looked so far gone, he was desperate for her to give him this release. She wanted nothing more than to give it to him. To please him.
Harry was pretty positive he couldn’t deny her of much of anything. Not when she spoke in that pretty little croon, grinding her wet cunt right up on him and making him feel a bit out of control all over again. She was the only one capable of getting him to this state.
“You’re….” He grunted, not finishing his sentence as she moved on him, her fingers squeezing just a bit on the sides of his neck. It made it a bit more difficult to breathe, a rush hitting him as her lips brushed his jaw and her rolling hips hit him just right, it sent him over the edge.
“Fuck.” He rasped, a deep moan erupting from his throat as he began to make a mess of his briefs. Sticky cum coating the fabric as she continued to grind on him. It wasn’t something he would have suggested himself- but fuck, did it feel good.
The mix of shame and pleasure was oddly satisfying. She had wanted him to do this but he had been insistent on making her cum first most of the time. He wanted to take care of her, make Bunny feel like a priority.
“That’s it,” Bunny wasn’t quite done with him, feeling the wetness on his boxers every time she pushed up. “Perfect.” He really was. The way his lips parted, head lulling back against the rusty bed frame. “Sound so good. I’m so close.”
Y/N felt her cunt twitch, his panting was music to her ears. His skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, body limp and relaxed. It was so hot to see him like this, completely in his element with no guard up. Just Harry, raw and pure.
“I’m close, baby,” Bunny whined, moving her thumb over his lips just before kissing them. “Just watching you— fuck.” Her hips snapped up sharply as a wave of pleasure hit. “Does it feel good? Looks like it does, tell me what you like.” Bunny was insistent.
“Feels fucking great.” He laughed, eyes glazed as he watched her rock over him. He was a bit sensitive but he didn’t care, watching her pleasure. Bunny deserved to cum.
“Like when you get desperate for me… when you beg. Rubbing that clit all over my cock. Love watching you fall apart.” His voice was raspy, hands gripping her sides and helping her move a bit harder on him. “S’sensitive but I love it. Love feeling you rub on me, taking your pleasure. You do it for me…‘I want t’do it for you, baby.”
Y/N hadn’t heard him talk like this before. Being kind of whimpery and sweet and feeling his desperation for her orgasm. She loved every single bit, eating it up.
“We’re making such a mess. I want you to clean it with your tongue, want you t’suck it. Don’t want you to waste a bit of my cum. It should be inside of you.”
“I will— I wanna,” Bunny was so close she could barely think straight. A delicious feeling was bubbling in her tummy, urging her to keep grinding over him. The patch she had created had doubled in size, every movement bringing the fabric down just enough to see the slickness beneath his waistband.
“Ah fuck,” She squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath as the pleasure erupted. As if her nickname had been chosen for this very moment, she felt like a bunny the way she was desperately chasing for more.
It was overwhelming, but she couldn’t stop. The feeling was far too good and the look in his eyes was one she wanted etched into her memory forever.
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picture frame
Sonic sighed as he fell onto the couch, grunting when he landed on his tail in an awkward way that caused it to bend weirdly. He shifted to fix it, glancing over at the table as he did so. He wasn’t sure why he did it. His eyes landed on the picture that sat atop of it—the centerpiece, he thinks is what Tails calls it. It was of the two of them, Knuckles, and Amy. Back in their younger years, after their first adventure as a group.
Amy was in the foreground, one arm holding up a peace sign as the other stretched to hold the camera with a big smile on her face. Her quills had been a lot spikier back then. She started styling her quills to mimic a more human-esc haircut when she moved into Station Square, but the spiky style would come back if you saw her early enough. He’s not sure why she felt like changing from the green and orange combo to her red dress, but she probably had her reasons. Knuckles was a bit behind her, a confused scowl on his face as he stared at the camera. They hadn’t properly explained what it was. At least—not in a way the echidna would understand. His stance was stiff and awkward, still a bit unnerved by Amy’s presence. Couldn’t blame the guy, not after spending, like, 13 years alone on a flying island. Perched on Knuckles’ shoulder was Tails, the only one who could get away with touching the echidna at the time. Actually, that’s a lie. Sonic could get away with getting a good punch if he pushed the right buttons. The newly 6 year old had an even bigger smile than Amy, brown fur still fighting the gold to be the more prominent color as one of his arms looped around Knuckles’ neck to keep him up there with the echidna's hand holding his legs. His other hand was holding Sonic’s, who had his trademark wink and grin combo while his other hand was holding up a thumbs up. Tails had grabbed his hand because he had tried to do ‘bunny ears’ behind Knuckles’ head, and the little guy apparently didn’t want that in this photo. That’s fine—he got him a later time, anyway. Sonic sat up and grabbed the picture, running his thumb over the frame. It was very detailed, but surprisingly cheap. And when he says cheap he actually means free, because Tails had made it himself. He didn’t want their first group picture to be stuck in just any old frame. It had to be a good frame, you know? Most of the carvings were just thoughtless swirls and whatnot to fill the space, but a few emerald drawings were freckled around. The main focus was the corners of the frame, each painted their respectful colors. The kid had taken the time to carve out specific shapes that he felt represented them all well enough. A chili dog for Sonic, the Master Emerald for Knuckles, and a piko piko hammer for Amy. The fox was so focused on getting his friends’ symbols down perfectly he’d forgotten to carve out something in his own corner. And, well, Sonic just couldn’t let that slide. Tails was the coolest guy around and if anyone deserved a special symbol in a picture frame it was his little buddy. So one night, after making sure the kid had fallen asleep, the hedgehog snuck out the frame and carved out his two tails. It was a bit rougher than the other symbols. Sonic never was good with tedious things like that, especially when he did it with his hands. He struggled enough with writing, but it thankfully wasn’t too noticeable. Tails had been so confused by it when he woke up the next morning, but shrugged it off. He probably assumed he just didn’t remember craving it. Sonic kept quiet about it, because he knew if he told the kit he did it he’d try to give the teen credit for the entire thing. He didn’t understand it, but Tails had this thing where if he didn’t do something 100% by himself he didn’t think he deserved the credit for it. Even if he had done 99.9% of whatever project it is, he’ll claim whoever did the 0.01% was much more deserving of recognition.
this is a snippet from a bigger fic, but that may take a minute for me to finish so here you go
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Yours to Tame: Ch. 10
Chapter 10: A Few Hours Later
Moxley had done a pretty good job of pulling the car to the door of the hospital so that Morgan wouldn’t be able to see if Sammy was still in the parking lot. Bryan made sure that he kept himself between Morgan and the lot just in case. Anna Jay stepped out of the passenger side of the car, beating aside the balloon. She took a moment to look over Morgan, assuring herself that Bryan had gotten her to out in one piece.
“Come on,” she said, opening the back door of Moxley and Bryan’s rented SUV. “You’ll probably ride easier in the back.”
Bryan kept his body between Morgan and the lot as she got into the car. He had to fight off the urge to look over his shoulder to check for Sammy. He knew that the moment he saw Sammy Guevara there wasn’t anything on Earth and beyond that would stop him from committing the bloodiest type of murder.
Morgan let out a faint whimper as she settled in the backseat. “Bryan?” she queried softly.
“Right here, bunny,” he said without thinking. He watched her with fear in his gut. The nickname came out without his permission. Honestly, he didn’t know where it came from.
She didn’t seem to notice. Instead, she just reached for his hand, pulling him across the seat until he was next to her. When he was settled in place, she pulled on her seatbelt and leaned her head against the curve of his shoulder.
***
There weren’t words to explain the pain that coursed through my head. Everything was spinning even as I sat completely still. I ached all over and just wanted to go to sleep.
“Looking a little green there,” Moxley said from the front. He reached over Anna and grabbed a bag from the glove compartment. He passed it over his shoulder to Bryan. “Use this if you get sick, princess. Don’t want to lose my deposit.”
“He’s joking,” Bryan whispered softly as he opened the bag and draped it across his lap. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, ninety percent of what Mox says is bullshit. Or sarcasm.”
I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t want to make my headache worse. I was grateful to Bryan for speaking so softly since he was so close. “That’s okay,” I replied just as quietly. “I don’t mind it so much.”
Moxley snickered from the front seat. He pulled away from the hospital slowly. “See, Bry. I told you she’d like me eventually.”
“I don’t think she said that she liked you,” Anna tossed out.
He laughed and the sound echoed through the car. I winced and reached up to put my hand over my ear. Bryan’s body shifted as he leaned forward, his words too low for me to make them out. When he settled back in the seat, I reached for his arm and drew it around my shoulders. The noise of Moxley’s laughter, the murmur of the radio, and the rocking of the car was starting to make my stomach turn.
Bryan’s fingers brushed against my cheek, tucking hair behind my ear. “Just take deep breaths,” he soothed. His other hand stroked gently up and down my arm. “Close your eyes, plant your feet, and take deep breaths.”
***
There you go, Bry, Moxley thought as he watched Bryan and Morgan in the rearview mirror. His friend felt horrible for what had happened, for letting Morgan go out to wrestle that night knowing that she wasn’t okay. It didn’t matter how many times Moxley had told him that it wasn’t his problem. As stubborn as Bryan was, he’d just keep beating himself up over it.
He reached over and tapped Anna Jay on the knee to get her attention. He jerked his finger toward the backseat. He grinned as his companion pulled down the vanity mirror to catch a glimpse. It hadn’t taken him long to realize that Anna was as fierce a protector as anyone he’d ever seen, and after seeing how Sammy treated Morgan, he was glad for it.
“I’ve never hated someone like I hate Sammy,” Anna had told him as they walked out to the car. Moxley had looked around to get a read on where the little dipshit had parked himself to spy on the doors of the hospital. “He’s almost killed her, Mox. More than once.”
Jon Moxley wouldn’t ever be described as a gentle man. Or one who could hold his temper for long. The moment Anna Jay had mentioned the lengths that Sammy Guevara’s abuse had gone, it had been almost more than he could do to keep his feet moving toward the SUV. Rage boiled in his guts as he thought about the things he’d do to protect Morgan from that asshole.
But he knew that no matter how much he wanted to protect the girl sitting in the backseat, Bryan already wanted it infinitely more. He split his attention between the road and his friend, watching as the gentle side of Bryan began to peek out. Very few ever got to see it. Most people knew him as they guy who threatened to kick your fucking head in. And then actually did it.
“I’ll kill him if…” Anna growled in Moxley’s direction. She’d seen her friend go through enough hurt for ten lifetimes.
“If I don’t get to him first, cupcake.” It felt strange to be threatening one of his oldest friends, but he couldn’t help the overwhelming surge of protectiveness that rose in his chest when he looked at Morgan Knox.
***
Once we got to the hotel, it felt like the world started to fall out from beneath my feet. Just stepping out of the car and into the underground lot made my head spin. Vertigo washed through me just as my stomach clenched, bile rising in my throat. There was nothing left to vomit. Everything I’d eaten for the past day had ended up in that plastic bag now dripping in the garbage can on the far end of the lot. Now, it was just dry heaving that made pain lance up the back of my skull.
Bryan hadn’t complained that I’d thrown up on his sleeve when the nausea first roiled through me. He’d held my hair back with one hand while helping me hold the bag open with the other. When it was clear that I’d finally emptied my stomach, he’d simply tied off the bag and put it on the plastic floormat. Then he’d stripped off his plaid overshirt and used it to wipe the vomit, drool, and tears from my face.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I felt his hand come up to settle in the middle of my back. He held the other out in front of me as if he were ready to catch me when I stumbled.
“It’s okay,” he replied softly. His palm was warm against my back as he walked slowly beside me, guiding me through to the lobby. “You’re doing great. Slow and steady.”
Anna walked up to the counter to check in while Moxley walked straight over to the elevator, punching the up button with his thumb. He leaned against the wall as he watched me shuffle forward as fast as I could.
“Take your time, princess,” he called, one corner of his mouth curling up in a grin. “We got all day.”
I sucked in a breath and tried to move faster, but Bryan took hold of my hand to stop me. “He’s messing with you, Morgan,” Bryan soothed, a smile in his voice. “He’s a sarcastic asshole sometimes. You’ll get used to it. After a while. A long while.”
Without warning, a laugh bubbled out of me. It might have made my ears ring and my head throb, but it was a sort of laughter that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d made the sound. Bryan let out a chuckle in response, fingers squeezing against mine almost reflexively. He grinned as we got within a few feet of Moxley.
A wave of vertigo crashed into me, and my feet stumbled, tripping over each other. In less than a single breath, Bryan had slipped his arms around my waist to hold me up. “Steady,” he said softly. He let out a sigh and moved smoothly as he tucked one arm around my back and another beneath my knees. He lifted me from my feet. I let out a yelp of surprise and clutched the collar of his shirt in my fists.
“It’s okay,” he soothed. “I’ve got you.”
***
Bryan forced himself to breathe slowly to control the racing of his heart. He was sure that Morgan could feel his pulse beating against her fingers. She’d grabbed hold of his collar the moment he’d lifted her up into his arms, knuckles white as she gripped the fabric so hard that he felt like she might choke him. Truth was, he didn’t care. He knew that in that moment—at least—she was safe. And that was all that mattered to him.
He shared a look with Moxley, who was clearly trying not to grin as he stepped aside to let them into the elevator. By the time he’d settled with his back against the wall and his arms firmly around Morgan, Anna had jogged across the lobby and slipped in just before the doors clinked shut.
“How you doin’, princess?” Moxley asked as he propped his shoulder against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. The bags sat at his feet.
“Gonna be sick,” Morgan mumbled against Bryan’s shoulder. “My head is splitting open.”
Moxley pulled a face that made Anna giggle. “Bry’s going to need a whole new wardrobe when you’re done with him.”
Bryan huffed and pulled her just a little bit higher against his chest. The urge to kiss her hair suddenly rose up in him, and he had to fight hard to stop himself. Her head settled against the curve of his neck as she breathed slowly and deeply. He realized that his thumb was stroking gently against the outside of her knee. Maybe he thought it would soothe her. Or at least distract her from the nausea. Or—more likely—it settled his own nerves about what was going to happen once she had to go home.
***
Anna watched Morgan carefully, trying to determine if she really was going to be sick. Her face was pale and had a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes were squeezed closed as she leaned against Bryan’s shoulder. Without thinking about it, Anna stepped forward and brushed Morgan’s hair back from her face. Her friend’s skin was clammy.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Morgan?” she asked quietly. Something caught in her throat, a fear that hadn’t been there since the night she’d almost lost her best friend.
She sighed against Bryan’s shoulder. Her fingers loosened their hold on his shirt. “So tired, AJ.”
“It’s okay,” Anna replied with her hand against Morgan’s cheek. “We’re almost to the room. You can rest.”
Moxley’s voice slipped into the elevator before the door opened. “We’ll hang out a while if you want.”
There was a faint grunt of assent from Morgan as Bryan stepped out into the hallway, taking care to walk slowly behind Anna’s retreating form.
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TWD Carl x reader
In the forest, the air was warm and dewy as I ran for my life; and the scenery was slightly too bright and cold for my stiff body at the moment. Water made its way into my worn out shoes from the many puddles that littered the ground.
I used to dream of this moment like it would be the "happiest ever after," but now that it's happening, I would rather be sitting in the dark cell imagining it all.
-Carl's p.o.v-
My father and I walked through the dense woods scavenging for un-raided buildings or bunnies. The prison was starting off well but had limited food—plus, Mom had eaten much of our rations during her pregnancy, not to mention baby food. Glenn and Maggie are also on a run at the moment, looking for baby supplies, while Dad and I are looking for food and weapons.
The soft crunching of our footsteps were silenced by someone else's. They were running. Fast. Dad and I shared a glance and raised our guns in the noise's direction. The sound of crunching leaves became deafening, probably because it's the only thing I could focus on.
Through the closely packed trees emerged a girl with a sweaty, dirty face and a small satchel across her torso. She stopped in her tracks and, very quickly, put her hands up. "Please, please don't take me back! I don't have an actual reason for you not to, but... please," her voice was surprisingly steady and as calm as it could be, considering the two guns pointed at her face.
Again, I looked to my dad, but he kept his gaze locked on the girl. "Who would we be taking you back to?" he asked, his gun still pointing at her forehead.
"Is this some sort of sick joke? Is this entertaining to you, because if so why don't you call over all the other deranged guys you hide behind?" Her lower lip had begun quivering and her eyes had pooled with tears as she spoke.
My face and neck trained forward, but my eyes shifted from my father to the girl. Dad shaked his gun arm threateningly. "Who would we be taking you back to?" he repeated, more harsh this time.
"Th-the Living, but please, please don't." By now her voice started to shake and she shut her eyes tight. "I won't cause any problems, I promise, I'll do anything I'm asked to, I won't say another word. I've only just escaped! Stop, will you please stop? I'm scared!"
Her voice rang through my head, and I lowered my gun, Dad following suit. Small twigs snapped under my feet as I walked towards her slowly as if she was as skittish as a deer knowing she was scared and tried to come off without threat.
"Hey, we aren't with The Living. We live at a nearby prison; it's really secure. Would you like to come with us?"
Her eyes finally unscrewed when I lightly placed my hand on her shoulder and got a good look into them, noticing the beautiful colours and depth. Stunning. She stared back at me, gradually relaxing. "Wh-who else is at this prison?" she whispered, still very wary of us.
My remaining parent spoke up from behind us. "We have a large group of forty to fifty people, and enough food to feed all of us, including you"—her staggeringly beautiful eyes left mine to look at Dad before she spoke.
"I would like to go with you to your prison." Her voice was pleasant in my ears, but anxiety was still evident in her tone. However, she still had to earn our trust.
"Before we reveal the location of our prison, we have three, only three, questions for you," I said and composed myself, averting my gaze to the surrounding woods.
"Well...what are the questions?" she asked, looking between me and Dad.
"How many walkers have you killed?" my father asked.
"Was I supposed to be keeping count?" she responds.
"How many people have you killed?" I said, ignoring her question and looking back at her.
"Two." The word was spoken without a hint of regret.
And the most important question, by far: "Why?" I asked, holding eye contact.
"I killed them," she paused, her gaze drifting down to the ground, "so I could get away from the Living."
My Dad spoke, once again pulling my watch from her face. "What have they done to you?" Silence passed through the woods like a title wave. By then we had come to the realization, the world really has no hope left.
Dad and I looked at each other and he nodded. I face the girl in front of me and remain quiet for a moment as she plays with the hem of her shirt, unsure at the leaves in front of her shoe. Appearing to catch her by surprise, I stuck my hand out, smiling gently. "I'm Carl" I announce
Hesitantly, she took it, her palm fitting perfectly in mine, and I noticed the warmth. "Y/n," she said, briefly squeezing my hand before letting go, making it extremely hard not to blush.
The three of us made our way through a neighborhood to grab her some clothes before continuing to the prison. Halfway through, we started up a conversation, instantly getting along. She is the most adorable person to walk the earth nowadays, the way she messes with the hems on her clothes when nervous, or how she doesn't notice the cracks in the road and nearly face plants every time we pass one—and it's not like she tries to be, she just is...
I might have a slight crush on a cute girl named Y/n.
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The fnaf one crew react to a reader falling asleep on the job?
feat. Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, Golden Freddy
warnings : none
note : still have writer's block so this is probably bad but here you go
❥ FREDDY FAZBEAR
He's amused by the whole situation. The fact that you managed to fall asleep, knowing full well that there were giant, metal animatronics with a tendency of bugging out and murder, but who is he to judge?
He sort of understands though, you work the nightshift, and he doesn't know but you might have activities going on in the day, so you must be tired.
He'll patrol the pizzeria while you sleep, making sure the others don't cause too much trouble and that no other humans try to break in. Though he won't wake you up, and will laugh at you if you get scolded by other workers.
❥ CHICA THE CHICKEN
You– You feel asleep!? She is a little upset that you ended up falling asleep. You're supposed to be her nighttime playmate! And you're asleep! She does understand that you must be tired, working so late at night alongside whatever you do during the day but..
She does feel a little bad, but she wakes you up and telling you that you shouldn't be sleeping on the job, or when you're supposed to be her playmate! You're her friend so no sleeping!
She brings you pizza she made as an apology for not letting you sleep, but she also won't take her actions back.
❥ BONNIE THE BUNNY
He is confused on why you fell asleep, on how you could fall asleep. They don't have intentions of murdering you anymore, but he can't imagine falling asleep anywhere near a bunch of murderous metal creatures that could crush your head with little to no effort..
Regardless, Bonnie will let you sleep for a few hours while he makes sure nothing happens in the pizzeria, and keeping an eye on Chica and Foxy, knowing how prone to mischief they were.
Unlike Freddy, Bonnie ends up waking you up 30 minutes before your shift is over so that you don't get in trouble with anyone. Tells you he made sure to keep everything in check while you were sleeping.
❥ FOXY THE PIRATE
He probably doesn't even notice that you feel asleep at first, barging in to your office and rambling on about a new story idea he had that you just have to hear about– But if you somehow do end up sleeping through his rambling, he will eventually notice that you are asleep.
He himself is confused on how you slept through his story, and while he does plan to wake you up and complain about the fact that you slept through his story he changes his mind, letting you sleep through the night while he marches around the pizzeria like a guard dog.
He did mean to wake you up but.. he forgot. So you better hope that Bonnie is around to wake you up for him. Regardless, Foxy will tell you about his brave actions of taking care of the building for you.
❥ GOLDEN FREDDY
Of course you're asleep when he decides to pop in and say hello, just his luck. His reaction can go a few ways, but the most likely thing he'll do is mentally roll his eyes and then leave back to his room, ignoring that you fell asleep entirely.
Though there is a small chance he'll decide to stay in the office with you, making sure none of the others barge in and wake you up rudely. While he does mention to them you're asleep, he will be your guard bear from the likes of Foxy and Chica.
Does he wake you up around the time your shift ends? No. No he does not. He leaves you to fend for yourself against the co-workers who have the morning shift.
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I've Told You Now - Lee Bodecker smut
The one where Lee seduced his sister's babysitter.
Warnings: smut, dubcon, age gap, innocence kink, dirty talk, loss of virginity, blood
Word count: 1.7k
A/N: This one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. My original intention for this October was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which expanded on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the story I wrote for @slothspaghettiwrites! You were the biggest reason I fell for Lee and it was only appropriate I wrote you this! I only hope it doesn't disappoint! Special thanks to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog who helped me believe this was good enough to be posted! @sweeterthanthis also has a big hand at this!
Y/N’s P.O.V.
I was finishing packing up the toys in the living room when I heard the door slam, startling me into dropping the box of legos on the ground. Looking at the clock, I considered the time before looking back at the hall again. When no one appears from the hallway, I get confused. If the Hendersons hadn’t come home earlier than they intended, who else could it be?
“Waiting for me, bunny?” I immediately straightened out at the sight of Sheriff Bodecker, trying to resist the urge not to flush and keep eye contact, but ultimately failing to do so. I hadn’t seen him since the night he offered to give me a ride home and I ended up with his cock in my throat, his cum in my mouth.
“I-I didn’t even know you were coming.” Silence followed my confession as he slowly approached, eyes never leaving my body while I tried to keep myself up. He’d always had this effect on me. I remembered being a young girl and Sheriff Bodecker being the crush I knew was too old to be mine, the guy I’d never have even in a million years, but that didn’t stop me from daydreaming about him.
If I thought that maybe having him would help this infatuation disappear, it’d become clear by now that it wouldn’t be the case at all.
“And here I was, thinking you wanted me just as much as I wanted you.” The Sheriff tsked, and the sound went straight to my already dampened underwear. I couldn’t process his words very well, given how close he was and how loud my own heartbeat was ringing in my ears. Did he mean to say that he actually really wanted me?
“If that was really the case,” he taunted, circling me like I was some sort of prey. “You’d always be expecting me, wouldn’t you? But it’s alright, honey. You know why?” When I shook my head, he answered his own question, a single finger running down my jaw to guide me to look him in the eye. “Because I think you were expecting me. You’re always expecting me, looking for me wherever you go, just like I do. And there’s an easy way to prove my theory.”
Before I could question it, his arms embraced me from behind, hands slowly running down my stomach until they reached the edge of my skirt. I started sweating in anticipation. I knew what he would find.
“Let me check.” His fingers went over the fabric first, and he chuckled when he noticed how wet it was. “Would you look at that?” I was already trembling when he pulled my panties to the side and ran that same digit over my lower lips, just lightly grazing them. “Soaked already.”
Although I couldn’t see it, the humming sound he emitted after taking his fingers from under my dress didn’t leave me any doubt about what he did with the moisture he collected. Just the thought of him enjoying my taste that much had me weak in the knees, and I tried to keep myself up by reaching for a chair nearby.
Lee’s P.O.V.
I chuckled to myself at how sensitive she was, barely able to keep up with the little I’d done so far. Then again, it was clear I had a particularly strong effect on her. That had been obvious for a while, ever since she started working for my sister, probably - around the same age her womanly features began to stand out.
She seemed unable to look me directly in the eyes, always averting her gaze and biting her lower lip when I decided to stop around here for a coffee or check in on the little rugrat. I began doing this a lot more often after she was hired, but neither her nor my sister seemed to connect the dots.
Her innocence, her beauty just left me so fucking hard. I was hard right then, and I wanted her to know it. So I pressed my body against her back, lightly grinding my member against the curve of her ass.
“I suppose you’re finished for the day,” I speculated, knowing once the kid was out all she had to do was wait for my sister and her husband to arrive. “Guess I can help you unwind…”
She gasped when she felt my hardness, making me chuckle. “Your sister and her husband should be back soon…” She tried to reason, but I wasn’t having any of it.
“We’ll be quiet anyway. Can’t risk waking up the kid.” I gripped her wrist and pulled her on the direction of the guest bedroom, now fully unable to control myself. I was so close to having what I had wanted for so long.
She looked unsure of herself as I closed the door behind us, and I raised an eyebrow in a questioning look. “What’s wrong?” She shifted her weight from one foot to another, fingers playing with the hem of her skirt.
“I-I don’t know about this…” Chuckling, I approached her to cradle her face between my hands and deposit a kiss on those sweet lips.
“Don’t you trust me, pretty girl?” I had caught her now, we both knew it. She’d never risk disappointing or offending me, so when her mouth opened to explain herself and I raised an eyebrow in warning, it was only a matter of seconds until she closed it altogether and nodded, her eyes dropping to her feet.
“Yes, I do.” My smirk was full of victory, and I could taste it in my lips now. It was as sweet as the nectar between her legs I’d only had a taste of.
“There you go.” Approaching her once more, I settled my hands on her hips before leaning to kiss her shoulder. “Besides…” I continued, already bunching up her dress to get rid of it as quickly as possible. “You obviously need me to take care of you and this little wet hole.”
She bucked when my fingers rubbed her this time, dress already forgotten on the floor as I slowly shoved down the fabric of her underwear to join it. Once she was completely naked, I ran my digits over her cunt, verifying that her wetness was already so overwhelming that it was threatening to drip from her.
“So sweet.” I hummed once I wrapped my lips around those digits, tasting her on my tongue again. Yes, I was already obsessed. I think anyone who had the chance to try her nectar would understand my situation - but no one ever would.
She was mine now, and I would never let her go.
“C’mon, bunny.” Patting her ass, I directed her to the bed, chuckling at how embarrassed she seemed, being this exposed to my hungry gaze. “Be a good girl and spread your legs. Be my little angel, won’t you?”
I wished I could have done this somewhere more private - my own house, instead of my sister’s. But I just couldn’t wait anymore. My cock twitched inside my pants. I felt like I was drunk on this, drunk on her.
“C’mon, honey!” I repeated, lightly slapping the outside of her thigh. “I wanna fuck you. And I know you want to be mine, pretty girl. You can’t hide it from me.”
When she finally relented and slowly parted her beautiful legs for me, I nearly melted at the sight. Driven by my desire, I unbuckled my belt and worked to whip my cock out as quickly as possible, smirking at the wide, innocent eyes that settled on my member as I fisted it in preparation.
“Doesn’t it look good?” I teased, climbing on the bed to take my spot between her legs, rubbing the head of my dick against her slit. “I’m gonna have you taste it next time. But for now…”
Resting my forehead against hers, I slowly started to penetrate her tight pussy, slipping only the head at first, even though I was aching to fuck her throughly.
“This is gonna hurt a little,” I warned, not able to stop mid-way to let her adjust but keeping my invasion of her maidenhood slow until I had bottomed out inside of her. “Sh…” I tried to calm her, gently wiping away the few tears running down her soft cheeks. “I know it hurts, bunny. But you can take it, can’t you?”
She managed to nod despite her whimpers, and I brushed her tears away as I warned her, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, honey.”
It took a little while, but at last, she opened her eyes and I waited until she was able to focus them on me again. “You look so pretty, bunny…” I whispered, kissing her while I finally started to move inside of her, stopping only to moan out loud at her overwhelming tightness.
“I’m gonna train you until all you can think about is my cock,” I warned her, slowly pulling out until only the head of my cock was keeping her open.
“I can’t wait any longer.” Slamming my dick all the way in, I felt her nails running down my back, leaving trails of blood behind - trails I wouldn’t mind wearing under my shirt, sting as they might.
“I promise you, honey…” I panted, sweat already dripping from my forehead onto her pretty face. “You’re gonna miss me when I’m not inside of you.”
I kissed her cheek, rubbing my nose against it as she held me tightly against her. “I know you don’t want any of those boys you used to go to school with touching what I’ve already taken.”
She nodded quickly, my pretty little honey. Yes, she was mine already and she knew it. “It’s alright, pretty girl…” I soothed her as she started to whine, her cunt clenching deliciously around me. “It’s alright, cum with me…”
She closed her eyes when she met bliss, but I kept mine wide open so I wouldn’t miss her perfect expression of pleasure. It was almost enough to keep me hard, but I wasn’t as young as I once was.
I never pulled out of her tight heaven, keeping her body snuggled against me. I was happy that I decided to be patient, if it meant I now got to have her like this.
“I hope you know that you’re mine now, bunny.”
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Champagne & Sunshine - Bucky Barnes x Reader
18+
Summary: Since the day that you and Bucky confessed your feelings for one another. You both can’t keep your hands to yourselves.
Word Count: 3875
Warnings: Right off the bat smut, things occur in the hot hub, unprotected sex, [nicknames: good girl, bunny] cream pie, teasing, nipple play, uuhhh let me know if I'm missing anything.
Author’s Note: It's been a hot minute that I've written any sort of smut, but gosh it feels good to be back after a while.
reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! But please, DO NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics!
Bucky groaned quietly into your ear as he rocked his hips against yours in a slow head motion that made your entire body get filled with chills from head to toe. You hooked your legs over his hips, pulling him closer to your body every chance you could. With every thrust he would make, you would dig your nails dipper onto his back, leaving scratches on him.
His lips pressed against yours, tongue slipping past your lips, dominating each of your senses. You whine into his kiss, letting him that you are nearly close to your peak.
Both of you were now close. A small smirk formed on Bucky’s face as his lips were against yours. He found it fascinating the way you trembled underneath him. You both hit your peak at the same time. Shockwaves were going all over your bodies as you moaned each other’s names repeatedly.
He gets off of you and lays right next to you. You both were heavy breathing and trying to get your composer together.
“Wow,” you both said at the same time. Making you both chuckle as well.
Bucky grabs the duvet and pulls them up over your body. You turn to your side placing your head onto Bucky’s chest. “Round Two, Bunny?” Bucky said quietly as his hand traced the curves from your thigh to your stomach.
You rapidly get on top of him. You began to kiss his neck slowly, cooing against his skin.
As you were rocking your hips against his friction, The phone started to ring. You two completely ignored it the first time.
“Fuck” Bucky groaned. It rang a couple of more times. He got rapidly irritated with the number of times they called him. He was annoyed that people were interrupting him and you. But he knew if he ignored it, they would be rushing to his apartment.
Bucky places his hands on your hips, and as much as he wanted you to continue, he shifted your body off him. You laid right next to him. He gets up and hands you his shirt and your lacey panties so you can put them on. He sits down and grabs his phone. He grunts to see that he had seven missed calls from Steve and Tony.
Bucky answers Steve’s call, “what is i-?“ As his back faces towards you, you run your fingers on his back, tracing his skin and his spine.
“Do you know what time it is?” Steve interrupted him. Even though Steve wasn’t on speakerphone, he was loud enough for you to hear him.
“It’s 7 am. What’s wrong with that?” Bucky rolled his eyes and tried not to sound annoyed. He grabs your hand and places your palm facing upwards, and starts to trace the lines of your hands with his metal hand.
“It’s Peter’s Birthday Trip to the cabin today. We are supposed to leave right now.” Steve took a big breath, and he didn’t want to raise his voice anymore if Peter was around. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise.
Bucky’s eyes widen as he checks the date on his phone. He looks at you and notices that you have the same reaction he had. “We will be there in a couple of minutes. We are still packing.” Lucky enough, most of your stuff was at Bucky’s apartment so that packing wouldn’t be so difficult. Either way, we were only going to be staying for a couple of days.
“Yeah, yeah, sure. Tell her I said hi.” Steve proceeds to hang up the call.
As Bucky was getting up, you notice the scratches that you left on his back. His backfilled with red marks and some of them were deep enough. A little bit of blood was coming out. “oops,” you whispered to yourself.
You were loud enough that Bucky could hear. “You should see your thighs, Doll,” he chuckled as he licks his lips, and his eyes were digesting how beautifully you looked without clothes.
Walking into the bathroom, you notice all the hickey’s that Bucky left on your inner thigh “Bucky! How am I going to swim with these?” you yelled at him as you smirked a little. You didn’t want him to know that. In reality, you didn’t care that you had them on you. It just showed who you belonged to, even though it had been clear to everyone.
“Damn, looks like you won’t be going swimming.” You could hear laughter come from the bedroom. “Either way, I don’t want anyone to look at what’s mine.” He said louder as he walked back and forth to the bedroom, grabbing things that he believed you both would need.
You walk out of the bathroom with a small bag full of items such as your and Bucky’s toothbrush, shampoo, anything from the bathroom you thought would be important.
Walking into the bedroom, Bucky already had your bags and his bags already prepared. He dressed up, and all you needed was to grab a pair of pants and shoes.
Walking towards Bucky’s direction, you intentionally bump into him. He grabs your wrist and rapidly turns you towards him. He places his hand on your chin tilting your head a bit upwards. “Bunny, Don’t forget who you belong to. You are mine, as I am yours.” He leaned in and whispered into your ear.
Moving your hair to the other side. Bucky kisses the back of your ear towards your neck. “Bucky, we have to go.” Trying not to lose focus. Every kiss that he gave you made you want to melt in his arms. He made you feel like no other. He gave you those stupid butterflies in your stomach that was in the children’s book.
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For the first half of the drive, you were wide awake, observing how beautiful the view was outside of the car window. This wasn’t your first time going to Tony’s Cabin, but you had to go there every time. You didn’t have the chance to look around and view how amazedly it was.
Whenever you would go on road trips with Bucky, he would let you connect your phone to his stereo to blast your favorite songs. He didn’t care what music was planning in the background. No matter what, he was going to end up enjoying it.
You both were only a couple more miles to getting to the Cabin. Bucky wanted to make sure that other people were there, not only you and him being their firsts. He points to his backpack that was on the back of your seat. Bucky turns down the music “Doll, can you grab my phone? It’s my backpack in the front pocket.”
Unbuckling your seat belt, you get up and shift your body in between your seat and Bucky’s seat. You start to look into Bucky’s bag, and you can’t find it. It wasn’t in the front pocket nor the other ones. “I can’t find it.”
“check again it should be in there somewhere.”
“Bucky, I still can’t find it.” You wanted to dump his backpack on the backseats and pick up the mess later. You were getting frustrated that you couldn’t find his phone. While your legs were still on the console. The instant the light turned red, you could feel Bucky reach in between your legs and starts to shuffle around his backpack. Pulling his phone out, he also removes his hand from in between your legs.
What he just did left you startled. At the moment, you wanted to freeze, but you couldn’t. You went back to sitting down. He hands you his phone “call Steve and tell him we are on our way.”
The last couple of miles you had left to drive, you decided to nap, even if it was two more hours. You wanted to take advantage of it.
When you woke up from your nap and noticed that a lake and beautiful trees surrounded it, the grass was green. Everything was so bright and beautiful. If you could pick anywhere to live, it would be right here.
You were still trying to wake up when you notice that Bucky got out of the car and started to walk towards your side to open the door. He grabs your hand as you get out.
Walking towards the porch, you notice Sam and Steve talking. You were unsure what they were talking about, but you probably knew since Peter wasn’t on the lot just yet.
Sam and Steve get up and walk towards you and Bucky. Sam offers a bottle of water to Bucky; meanwhile, Steve hugs you.
“So Buck, can you keep it in your pants for a couple of days?” Steve raises his eyebrow and has a serious look on his face as he crosses his arms. Bucky chokes on the water that he was drinking. Bucky placed his hand over his mouth, trying to cover the smirk he had on his face. He knew damn well that he wasn’t going to and didn’t plan to.
Sam looks over at Steve with a mischievous smile “he does have a point. Peter doesn’t need a live demonstration of Sex Ed.”
That grin Bucky had disappeared instantly and just glared at Steve and Sam. Meanwhile, on the other hand, you could feel your cheeks turn into a rosy color, and you were pulling on the sleeves of your shirt. “weren’t you in Peter’s school teaching videos, 'so your body is changing, believe me, I know how that feels' ” Bucky said in his Steve impression voice.
“You are always going to hold that over my head, aren’t you, Bucky.” Steve rolled his eyes and started to walk into the Cabin. “Stop corrupting her. She was an innocent person before you came into her life.”
Bucky chuckled when he heard him say that you were innocent. Nothing about you was innocent, and that’s something that Bucky liked about you. To him, you were a book full of secrets, and he wanted to know everything about you, from your darkest secrets to your sweetest ones. “I mean, you could hear her when she-“ you hit his lower stomach, making him groan a little at how hard you hit him, “never mind.”
You started to move your bags onto the room that you and Bucky were staying in. But every time that you went for your suitcases, Bucky would grab them out of your hand. He insisted that he would take care of grabbing your things and taking them to the room. He didn’t want you to lift any of your fingers.
It didn’t take long for everyone else to come to the Cabin. Luckily, you and Natasha had an hour to decorate before Peter came. The guys oversaw taking care of the outside decorations. Meanwhile, the girls are in charge of the inside décor.
“How is it dating, Capsicle over there?” you were way too focused on writing a poster for Peter saying ‘happy birthday Pete’ when your focus is disturbed by Natasha going in front of you. She had a smirk on her face and motions her head towards the window, where Bucky and Sam were tackling each other, and Steve had his hand placed on his face and shaking his head.
Looking out of the window, you had a smile on your face. “It’s not so bad. I’m happy with him.” You turn your head facing Nat now. Ever since you got with Bucky, you seemed so much happier, and you glowed on your face.
“We always knew you two were going to end up together. I mean the way you both look at each other. There was always something.” Nat teased you as she grabbed the pen on the table to help you finish the poster.
What she said made you think of all the memories you had shared with Bucky. Looking back at the memories, there were hints that you both liked each other. From the way he would always go above and beyond to make sure you were okay to when he would make you laugh over something dumb. “Yeah. I guess there was.” You chuckled at the statement she said.
The moment that you finished the poster, you were starving. You went to the kitchen to grab yourself something to eat and drink. Going near the cabinet, you stood on your tiptoes, reaching over your head to grab a glass “of course, Stark would keep his cup this high.” You whispered to yourself. You couldn’t help but let out a little gasp as you felt someone place their hand on your waist.
“It’s me, don’t worry,” Bucky said in a deep raspy voice as he reaches over you to grab the cup for you. When he set down the cup, he kissed you on the top of your head. Bucky moved away from you as he walked towards the fridge to pull out the filtered water pitcher. Placing it next to the cup he just got out. “Did Nat give you any trouble?” he asked as he was pouring water into your cup.
You shook your head and rolled your eyes “no, she didn’t, Bucky. I promise you.” You chuckled as you took a sip from the glass of water.
He leans in forward to you. “I have something in surprise for you.” He whispered into your ear as he grabs your hair, putting it on to the side. Tilting your head to the side, you slowly closed your eyes, and a smirk formed on your face. “Before you ask, Doll.” With his metal hand, he places the back of his index finger against your skin, moving it from your shoulder to your neck to tracing your jaw until it got to the other side of your face. With his index finger, he tilts your face towards his direction, making eye contact with you. “I’m not telling you what it is.” He licks his lips as his eyes move up and down your face.
The moment that Peter got there, everyone celebrated his birthday. You and Bucky didn’t spend much time together. That didn’t matter. You knew once the sun was down, your hands were going to be all over him.
Later that day, you receive a text message from Bucky
5:38 pm Meet me by the Lake at 1 am, wear the suit that I packed for you, and don't be late.
When the night arrived, everyone was asleep. You found it odd because everyone would usually stay up late when it came to parties like this. But you knew that tomorrow was going to be a busy day.
Looking inside of your bag, you find the swimsuit that Bucky got for you. It was a two-piece baby blue bikini. Putting it on you, you looked at yourself in the mirror, and you noticed how well it fitted you. You placed your hair in a messy bun and proceeded to grab Bucky's jacket and wrapped yourself in it. It was getting chilly and going outside in a bikini. You knew you were going to be cold.
As you started to walk to the Lake, you feel arms wrap around you. This made you instantly turn around and face Bucky. He leans in and gives you a brief kiss. "Let's go somewhere else." He grabs your hand and starts to pull you towards the cabin once again. But he went around it where there was a hot tub.
The many times you were in that cabin, you never knew that it had a hot tub. So, it took you by surprise when Bucky took you there. He first gets in the hot tub and helps you get in by handing you his hand so you had somewhere to lean on.
Getting into the water, it felt nice feeling the warm hot water against your skin. The first thing you did was splash water at him. Bucky raises his left eyebrow and has a sly smirk on his face as he splashed water towards you. This made you chuckle a little bit. "Doll, be quiet. You don't want us to get caught, do you?" Bucky told you as he moved across the water so he can get closer to you. He was resting his knees at the bottom of the hot tub so he would be at eye level with you.
You shooked your head as you matched the same look Bucky was giving you. "you are going to be the reason why we get caught," you mimicked his voice as you scrunched your nose.
Bucky said nothing. Instead, he grabbed your waist and brought you closer until he was sitting on the other side and you were on his lap. He started at you with a smile on his face as he looked into your eyes. The blue lights of the water made you even glow more than before. After being away from him for hours, craving him all day, now you were able to wrap yourself around him.
You couldn't help yourself but giggle. You felt safe now being in his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck, moving in closer to him, your forehead almost touching his. Bucky tilts his head upwards and moves in closer to you. His lips were pressed against yours, his hands moving from your waist to your ass. He pulls you in closer against him. His tongue was slipping into your mouth, more desperate than usual because it had been all day since he hasn't felt your touch.
You let out a small noise. Your eyebrows were knitted together as you feel him growing hard underneath you. "you know how badly I've been craving to do this to you." He says in a deep raspy voice. His metal hand travels through your body until he goes and finds the hook of your bikini, playfully tugging it. "All fucking day, Bunny." He muttered, his lips moving from towards your neck.
Bucky teased you, licking you from your collarbone to the back of your ear. You nodded at the statement he said. You were craving him as much as he was craving you. You let out a small little noise of pleasure at the way he was holding you, talking to you, and kissing you.
"Then shown me, Bunny. How badly have you been craving this? Cause. I. Don't. Believe. You," he whispered into your ear. Bucky moved the sides of your bikini top, his metal hand going inside the material, exposing your breasts. Your nipples hardened from being exposed to the cold hair. Bucky took this as an opportunity to places his lips around it, tongue running along your skin.
You placed one of your hands on the ledge of the hot tub. Bucky hummed against your skin, sucking your nipple before pulling away. Meanwhile, your other hand went to his neck, gently digging your fingers onto his skin. His hand cupped your breast, and his metal thumb replaced his mouth, running along with the sensitive nipple as his lips move towards your neck "can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?" You nodded briefly as quietly moaned as he gently pinched your nipple.
Bucky's hand travels from your breast to the material of your bikini. Ripping them on one of the sides. Meanwhile, one of your hands was removing his swim shorts. You could feel his cock against your ass, teasing himself with the feeling. He wanted you to take control of what can happen next. He moves both of his hands onto your hips.
Your heart was pounding. Something about being secretive and not getting caught made you want to get caught. You cautiously raised yourself from his lap, wrapping yourself around Bucky. You moved a couple of times, making it easier to line up along the head of his cock.
Bucky watched you closely, staring at the way you were taking control over him, especially as you sat down on his lap. "fuuuuuc-" he whispered as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, placing his mouth against your shoulder to keep him from moaning out loud. Bucky's hand went up to your mouth, covering it in case if you were going to make any sounds. "You are so perfect for me, Bunny." He rambled in your ear, trying his best not to moan at the feelings the way that you were clenching around him.
He then began carefully guiding you up and down on top of him, so he could appreciate how incredible it felt. But he couldn't help himself as he felt your thighs quiver and heard a whine. Bucky began by grabbing your hips and pushing you so that you were bouncing on top of him, absorbing all of him as he stretched you out, hitting all the walls you needed him to strike, especially from his perspective.
Bucky brought his free hand down between your legs as he stated this, effortlessly finding your clit. He started rubbing in slow but rapid circles, his jaw clenching as he noticed how quickly you clenched around him.
His fingers on your clit sent shockwaves through your entire body. With the climax nearing, you let out a muffled whimper against his palm, your rhythm of riding him becoming sloppier.
He stared down at how beautiful you were, your ass bouncing against his legs, and he inadvertently squeezed the grasp on your face, making you gasp in delight. "I'd like for you to cum for me," Bucky asked, his fingers speeding up on your clit, in a trembling voice.
You didn't need to be reminded; you wouldn't have been able to hold it in for much longer regardless. You paid close attention to every aspect. The way he squeezed your face, the feel of his fingers on your clit.
Bucky's brows wrinkled, his lips pursed in concentration as he tried not to gasp out loud at the sensation. Your pulsating muscles were working his cock in the nicest way possible since you were so tight around him. He had no idea what was going on until it was too late. Bucky came inside of you, his free hand pushing your hips down on top of him, keeping you there as he stuffed you with himself. He bit down on your shoulder, muffling to himself.
"Fuck." He muttered, shifting his head away from your shoulder and tilting his head back. His moist chest heaved up and down frantically, attempting to catch his breath. When he took his hand away from your mouth, it instantly went to your waist, bringing you close to him.
You leaned against his chest, your hands on his wrapped-around-you arms. You wanted to stay like this forever.
It was already getting late, and you two needed to wake up early. Walking inside of the cabin, you and Bucky were carefully trying to make any noise. Luckily the room you both were staying in was on the first floor.
The instant that you and Bucky got into the room, you went straight to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day for the both of you.
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Training Wheels - One
Pairing: Dark!Step-Brother!Steve Rogers X Innocent!Reader
Summary: Your stepbrother would do anything for you. And he’s more than happy to prove that over and over and over again until you believe him. No matter what it takes.
Warnings: Language, Sexual Harassment, Smut, Manipulation, Loss of Virginity, Sex between Step-siblings, bit of a size kink,
Word Count: 3.7K
A/n: I have many parts of this planned but not written, and the taglist is open. Also, incase y’all forgot: I don’t talk politics on my blog. I’ve made it clear where I stand on certain things already and I want to keep my blog as an escape from reality for myself and others.
A/n 2: I’m fucking tired so I’ll reply to asks and stuff probably tomorrow
!!!!THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT! 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
~*~
“Hey, did (Y/n) get a new skirt?” At the sound of your name being mentioned, Steve snaps his head up, following his best friend’s gaze until it finally lands on you.
You’re walking across the campus courtyard towards the two of them, a smile on your face as you talk animatedly with Natasha and Wanda.
Sure enough, a new mini skirt is decorating your pretty legs. It flows with the breeze, almost getting blown up enough to see your panties.
“Jesus, that kid’s got some legs,” Bucky says, eyes roaming over your figure. Steve shoves his friend’s shoulder, giving him a hard glare.
“That’s my fucking sister you’re talking about. What would Nat think if she heard that?” Bucky rolls his eyes, grinning as his favourite redhead blows him a kiss.
“God, what I wouldn’t do to have those legs wrapped around my head.” You shudder in disgust, yelping as a hard hand comes down on your ass.
“Hey!” You exclaim, turning around and covering your butt while looking at the man.
“C’mon sweetheart. What’d you expect when you’re dressed like that?”
Steve’s on his feet, rushing over to you as you glare at your assailant.
“Maybe some fucking decency?! Leave me alone! I’m not a fucking object, dick-wad.”
“Rumlow!” Upon hearing your step-brother’s voice, Rumlow takes a step back.
“C’mon Rogers! There’s no harm in playful flirting. You of all people should know that.” Steve glares at him, his arm coming protectively over your shoulders, pulling you against his side and further away from the man.
“Yeah, but there’s shit wrong with touching people when they don’t want to be fucking touched.” Brock rolls his eyes and saunters away, shooting you a wink over his shoulder.
“I had it handled,” you grumble, walking with Steve’s arm over your shoulders towards the tree where he and Bucky were sitting.
“Yeah, really looked like it. A ‘thank you’ would be nice.” You roll your eyes and glare up at your step-brother.
“How do you expect me to defend myself if you jump in all the time?”
He shakes his head, a soft look on his face that has you dropping your guard for a moment.
“As long as I’m around, you shouldn’t have to defend yourself. That’s what I’m here for. I’m always gonna have your back, bunny. No matter what.” You smile at him, your heart warming at his words before Nat gets your attention.
You sit down next to her, Steve next to you with his arm still over your shoulders.
You and Wanda are quickly engaged in another conversation and Steve finds himself staring at you, a small smile on your face.
“You’re drooling, Steve,” Nat whispers, toes nudging his thigh. He glances over at the redhead and flips her off.
“C’mon. We should get going. I wanna beat the rush.” You nod at Steve, grabbing your bag and bidding your friends goodbye.
Bucky gives Steve a knowing look and the blond glares at his friend.
The two of you make your way to the parking lot together, him asking you about your day and you launching into a detailed description of everything you did.
As you’re heading to his car you pass by Brock and his group of friends. You quiet down immediately, slouching in on yourself.
Steve glares at the guys, his arm coming protectively around your waist as they ogle you.
You let out a big breath when you’re sitting in Steve’s car, groaning at the fact that you were harassed today.
“Why are guys stupid?” You ask, looking over at your step-brother as he starts driving.
“I wish I knew. You just gotta get lucky and find someone who’s mature and has respect for women, not a douchebag like Rumlow.” You nod, kicking your shoes off and putting your feet up on the dashboard.
“Hey, feet down.” You look over at him and stick your tongue out, keeping your feet up and wiggling your toes.
“What are you gonna do? You gonna make me?” He glances at you out of the corner of his eye and then one of his hands is on your thigh, squeezing the flesh hard and making you squirm, laughter bubbling out of you.
“Stop!” He doesn’t. If anything, it spurs him on and he tickles your thigh more.
“Feet down!” He shouts playfully, loving the sound of your laughter.
“Okay fine!” You finally pull your feet down and he smiles, fingers splaying on your bare thigh. He keeps his hand there for the rest of the drive, blood slowly moving south as he realizes what he's doing and the fact that you haven’t said anything about it.
It feels nice to have his hand on you. You hate that you like it but you do.
When you finally get home, your mom and his dad are pulling out of the driveway.
Steve rolls down his window and you unbuckle your seatbelt, climbing over his lap to stick your head out the window. Steve hits the brakes harder than intended and you fall forward, one hand bracing yourself on his thigh while your skirt flies up, your ass on full display.
“Jesus, Steve. You trying to kill me?” You ask before turning to the window.
“Where are you guys going?” You ask, confused. Your mom raises her eyebrows. “We’ve only been talking about our trip to Vegas for the past four months! We talked about it this morning too!” Realization hits you and you giggle. “Sorry! I hope you guys have fun! But not too much fun. One step-sibling is enough, I don’t need any more.” Steve’s dad laughs, shaking his head at you.
“You kids behave. Don’t throw any parties or anything. The neighbours know we’re gone so if you do anything we’ll know.”
“I don’t have enough friends to throw a party anyway. And Steve is a social outcast so you don’t need to worry about him.” Your mother gives you a look and you raise your eyebrows innocently.
“Be nice to your brother. We’ve gotta get going before we miss our flight. But I’ll talk to you when we land."
They start pulling away again and you stick your head further out the window, kneeling between Steve’s legs as he grabs your waist.
“He’s my Stepbrother!”
They drive off, your mom waving until they’re out of sight, and you sigh, climbing back into the car and looking at Steve.
His hands are still on your waist and he’s got a soft look in his eyes.
“Steve?” He hums, clenching his jaw as you shift on his lap to get comfortable, your thighs spreading as you straddle him.
“Do you think your dad’s gonna get my mom pregnant?” He groans, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
“God no. I don’t even wanna think about that but even if they... you know... my dad got a vasectomy a while ago.” You nod, hands on his shoulders as you purse your lips.
His eyes are focused so intently on them that he doesn’t notice when you open the door.
“First person inside picks dinner! Loser has to pay!” You jump out of the car and sprint inside, leaving Steve stunned and horny in his car.
~*~
The two of you sit on the couch watching movies, Steve with his arm thrown over the back of the couch.
“Hey Steve... can I ask you something?” He looks over at you, nodding and waiting for you to ask whatever’s on your mind.
“Is... do... does...” You groan, shaking your head, beyond embarrassed with yourself.
“C’mon bunny. You can ask me anything and I won’t judge you. You know that.” One of his hands comes to your knee, rubbing gently.
You nod, taking a deep breath before speaking.
“Do guys actually prefer when a girl is experienced? Does it... does it matter to them?” Whatever he thought you were going to ask... it certainly wasn’t this.
He raises his eyebrows and blows a breath out through his mouth.
“Some guys, yeah. I mean, it puts a lot of pressure on them to make sure your first time is good. Which is hard cause each girl cums differently and finds different things good so it’s hard to tell. Some guys like virgins but I think a lot like it if they aren’t a girl’s first just so they don’t have to live up to whatever expectations she may have.” He’s being honest with you and you value that, but it doesn’t exactly make you feel better about your situation.
You sit up and turn to him fully, a frown on your face.
“How do I find someone who’s willing to be my first so I can get it out of the way?” He inhales deeply, trying to take advantage of the situation in a way that won’t clue you into his true intentions. He wants you, but he wants you to think that he’s just helping you.
“You’ve gotta find someone you trust to do something like that, bunny. Someone who’s gonna be gentle with you because it’s gonna hurt a bit.” You frown, scooting closer and leaning your head against his shoulder.
“Where am I supposed to find someone who’s gonna be gentle with me like that? The only guys who even look at me are gross guys like Brock and I don't want someone like him to touch me.”
He brings one hand up to your head, smoothing your hair away from your face.
“I mean... I think I could find someone who would be willing to help you out. Show you the ropes just so you’re not totally inexperienced,” he murmurs, eyes focused on you as you look up at him slowly.
“Who?” His eyes flash down to your lips then back up to your eyes and you inhale sharply, realizing what he’s implying.
He doesn’t give you a second to object before he leans down and presses his lips against yours, making you gasp. He takes advantage of your parted lips and lets his tongue explore your mouth.
It takes a moment but you give in, kissing him back. One of your hands finds his hair, fingers tangling in the blond strands.
He shifts onto his side for a moment, hand grabbing your waist and pulling you forward until you’re straddling his lap.
The ball is in your court and you know you should stop but it feels so right. It’s something so unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and you wanna see where it will go. How it’ll feel to be touched by a man.
You finally pull away, panting hard with your eyes closed.
His hands grip your hips tightly and rock you forward, making you gasp as his hard length rubs against you through the material of your sweatpants.
“Steve wait,” you murmur, head falling back as he attacks your neck with kisses.
“Lemme teach you, Bunny. I’ll take good care of you, show you how it feels to be fucked properly. Please. I don’t wanna see you getting hurt by a guy who doesn’t care about your feelings. I’ll treat you so nice, Bunny, I swear.” His sweet words and the way he feels underneath you is enough to have you nodding.
He grins, one hand wrapping around your back as he quickly flips you onto your back. You gasp, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull you tight against him.
He grinds against you for a moment longer before slowly pressing kisses down your neck and chest. He pulls away for a moment, just long enough to tear your shirt clean off your body, your bra following soon after.
His mouth kisses your breasts, giving each nipple far more attention than you thought he would. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, lips parted and heavy breaths falling from your mouth as a new type of pleasure builds inside of you.
“You like that?” He asks, eyes dark as he gazes up at you. You nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as he uses his thumb and index finger to tweak at your other nipple.
“Steve,” you whisper, arching your back and pushing your chest against his face. His kisses slowly move further down your body, lips leaving a wet trail over your stomach and past your navel.
His eyes are locked on yours as his fingers tug at the waistband of your sweatpants.
You raise your hips without hesitation, nervous but excited.
He’s your step-brother, and it’s wrong, but he’s so sweet to you. If there was one person on the planet who you trust to take your virginity and teach you about sex it’s him.
Your eyes fall closed, partly out of embarrassment as he lays between your naked legs, eyes on your centre.
He hoists your legs over his shoulders and, after making sure you’re eyes are closed, grabs your discarded panties and presses them to his nose. He takes a long inhale and groans, intoxicated by the scent of you.
He tucks them into his pocket then reaches over your hips.
His thumbs spread your folds and you want to close your legs, but he makes it impossible. His tongue darts out and licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit.
The sensation makes you jolt and Steve chuckles softly.
“Tell me what you like, Bunny. It won’t offend me. I wanna make you feel good.” You nod, grinding your teeth together and trying to clear the thoughts from your mind and focus on what he’s doing.
He finds your clit surprisingly easily, and you moan when he focuses his tongue on it.
“J-just like that... please...” He complies, working his tongue over the little bundle of nerves while two of his fingers slowly press into your heat.
You groan at the feeling, it being unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. His fingers fill you up more than ever, and he works them inside of you until he hits a spot that has you jolting up, right hand grabbing a handful of his hair.
“Oh fuck,” you whimper, eyes screwed shut as he massages that spot inside of you.
It’s all too much, and in a few moments, you’re cumming all over his face and his fingers.
“Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Oh my god.” Steve’s eyes find your face and he nearly cums in his pants.
The look of pure pleasure on your features is something he wishes he could take a picture of.
You look so fucking pretty when you cum.
He gently works you through your orgasm, pulling away only when your thighs start trembling. You open your eyes after a few more moments only to find him seated between your legs, pink lips glistening as he sucks your nectar off of his fingers.
“Holy fuck,” you repeat, one hand coming to your chest as you slowly catch your breath.
He chuckles softly, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
“C’mon. M’gonna fuck you on a bed, not on a couch.” He scoops you up in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist, arms tightly wound around his neck as he carries you up the stairs to his bedroom.
It’s wrong. So fucking wrong, but it feels so good and you trust him so much.
You’re carefully laid on your back on his bed, the blankets cool against your hot skin. Steve kneels between your legs, hands resting on your hips while his eyes devour this image.
You bring your hands up to cover your chest, feeling nervous about being naked beneath him, but he shakes his head and gently takes your hands.
“Don’t hide from me, Bunny. You’re beautiful. Any man who gets to see you like this... is a fucking lucky one.” His eyes trace over your body, his words having lit a fire in his gut.
No other man is ever going to see you like this. He’ll make sure of that.
“C-can you take your clothes off? Please? I feel...” you trail off, embarrassed of both your nudity and your request.
“Of course, Bunny.” He leans back on his haunches and pulls his shirt over his head, giving you a glorious view of his rippling muscles.
Your stepbrother has an amazing body. That much you learned the very first time he took his shirt off to go swimming with you.
He climbs off the bed for a moment, just long enough to kick off his sweatpants and his boxers, and then he’s between your legs again.
You inhale sharply when your eyes find his cock, fear and arousal filling you.
“A-am I... do you want me to...” Your eyes don’t leave his length and he chuckles, one of his hands moving down to slowly stroke himself.
“I just want you to lay back and feel good, okay? It’s gonna hurt a bit, but you gotta relax. I’ll go slow.” You nod, hands instinctively coming to his shoulders as he scoots closer.
“If you’re really curious, I’ll teach you how to give head another day. But today is all about this.” The hot tip presses against your folds and you jump, wide eyes staring up at your step-brother.
“Now, when anyone else ever fucks you, make sure they wear a condom. But for your first time, I want you to get the full experience. It’ll feel better for you this way.” You nod, gripping his strong shoulders tightly as he leans down, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your torso.
He slides his cock through your folds, watching intently as your eyelids drop and your mouth falls open.
“Feels nice, Bunny? Nice and warm?” You nod, a whimper falling from your lips as his cock rubs against your swollen clit.
He pulls back after a moment more to align himself, then slowly pushes his cock into you.
Your face scrunches up in pain and he stops immediately, pulling back and leaning down until his face is above your heat.
You hear him spit a moment before you feel the liquid splatter against you. He does it a few times and you feel slightly mortified.
“Don’t be shy, Bunny. I just gotta make sure you’re nice and wet. It’ll stop it from hurting as much.” You nod, keeping your eyes closed as he hovers over you again.
This time when he pushes in it doesn’t hurt nearly as much.
He pushes in slowly, his eyes focused on your face as he meets the band of resistance he was waiting for. He slowly pushes further, frowning when you wince and inhale sharply.
He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he has to.
When he’s finally bottomed out inside of you, you let out a big breath.
“Look, Bunny.” You open your eyes and follow his gaze down to where the two of you are connected, your pussy fluttering around him at the sight.
He’s fully sheathed inside of you, and your lower abdomen bulges slightly because of it.
“You’ve got all of my big cock in you. Your pretty pussy is taking me like a champ.” You stare down at where his cock disappears inside of you, a gasp falling from your lips when he pulls out a few inches, only to push it right back in.
“Once I start moving it’ll feel better. Whenever you’re ready, let me know.” You nod, closing your eyes and basking in the feeling of fulness. It’s like you’re finally getting something you didn’t know you needed.
He feels so hot and heavy inside of you, you want to keep him exactly where he is forever.
After a few more moments of adjusting to the intrusion, you open your eyes and lift one hand to cup his jaw.
His eyes snap to yours, a soft admiration clouding his beautiful blues.
You pucker your lips and he smiles, dropping his head and pressing a soft kiss to your lips while slowly starting to thrust.
His pace is slow and steady, pulling out nearly all the way then slowly pushing back in, each thrust stretching your walls further than the last.
“Fuck... you’re so fucking tight... feel so good, bunny.” Your nails dig into his shoulders as he gradually speeds up, each drag against your walls bringing you a type of pleasure you’ve only dreamed of.
“S-steve... feels... feels nice... so big...” You’re hardly making any sense but you speak anyway, toes curling as he speeds up even more.
His lips find your throat and you whine loudly, nails raking down his back.
“M’gonna go harder and faster, okay Bunny? You ready?” You nod, mouth dropping open as he hammers his hips forward, cock hitting places inside of you that make you see stars.
The noises coming from you nearly have him cumming hard, but he grinds his teeth together. He’s determined to make you cum first.
One of his hands darts between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it.
Your back arches hard, chest pressed tight against his as your eyes roll back into your head, an orgasm racing down your spine and exploding in your stomach.
Every nerve in your body is on fire, stars dance behind your eyes, and your cunt clamps down hard on Steve's cock.
The blond groans lowly, eyes squeezed shut as he falls into his own climax.
He fills you, white painting your walls and warming you from the inside.
The two of you stay like that, you trembling on the bed and Steve slowly starting to shake above you as his muscles threaten to give out.
After a moment he rolls onto his side, pulling you close to him to keep his cock locked inside of you.
His fingers trace along your spine, rubbing up and down so gently that it nearly lulls you to sleep.
“Fucking hell, bunny.” He presses his lips against your forehead, beyond satisfied with what just happened. You hum softly, nuzzling deeper against his chest.
He kicks the blankets up until they’re around his knees then pulls them up to cover the two of you.
You’re snuggled up against him, one of your legs tossed over his hip as his cock sits nice and snug inside of you.
“Thank you, Steve.” He’s quiet for a moment before hugging you tightly.
“Anything for you, Bunny.”
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