#and im the type to beg and cry then cry and laugh when youre okay

[littlestardescendants]

I finally decided to play with my other cards in secret club and BROS

When I tell you THIS scared me I mean it!

I was like "Beel stop playing get up....! ;-; " and then when he woke up I was like "You bitch don't do that I was scared!!! ;w; "

Like omg these cards get creative because he had me scared there for a bit- I don't want my dummy king ever dying on me 💕

[rikupid]

[12:47] 💭 i think i should text my ex…

wc: 1.4k

warnings: ex bf!jaehyun x f!reader, nsfw (MDNI), car sex (why do i always end up here), unprotected sex, fingering, implied cheating (i do Not condone!!!!), breeding kink, use of pet names (baby, angel), teasing, light humiliation, light angst like blink and you’ll miss it type light

a/n: i’ve been so crazy over jaehyun recently anf this was the result…. silly hard hour to let u all know i want Him so BAD……. i listened to smoke and roses on repeat while writing this im NOT OKAY!!!!

“you know we shouldn’t be—fuck, jae,” you gasp, letting your head fall back against the seat. jaehyun’s lips trail along your neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses all over your skin.

“shouldn’t be what?” jaehyun mumbles between kisses, nipping at the corner of your jaw. “you’re the one that called me, desperate and whining for my attention,” he teases with a laugh.

“just—just don’t leave any marks,” you whine, proving his point further, and carding your fingers through his hair with a gentle tug. your pussy throbs as he pushes you further and further down into the seat, body pressing hotly against yours, and overwhelming your senses to the point where you can hardly think.

“a hickey will be the least of your problems once i’m done with you, baby,” jaehyun says, pulling away from your neck with one last kiss. he grinds his hips into yours, pressing his hard-on against your throbbing core. “what’s he gonna think when he sees you later, hm?”

small waves of guilt wash over your body from jaehyun’s words, settling deep inside your belly and threatening to make you think about him, your boyfriend who barely pays you any attention. he’s sweet, takes care of you when you need it, but his attention is always elsewhere.

on nights like these, where your boyfriend could care less about what you’re doing, you always find yourself craving jaehyun’s attention instead.

“it doesn’t matter what he thinks,” you whine again, wrapping your arms around his neck and forcing yourself to forget about him. besides, jaehyun’s ruined you for any other man, fucking you stupid with his cock until all you can think about is him, repeating his name like a mantra.

“yeah,” jaehyun breathes, easily agreeing. his hands grope at the skin of your thighs and tease dangerously along the top of your panties, making your breath hitch with anticipation. “i’ll fuck you so good you forget about that stupid boyfriend of yours,” he says with a smug grin, sitting up and pulling down your panties.

“please,” you beg, lifting your hips to help him, “need your cock so bad, jae.”

jaehyun shushes you, circling your clit with two gentle fingers. “i know, baby,” he coos, his eyes fixated on your pussy and watching as it glistens with how wet you are. “you missed my cock that badly?”

“missed it so much,” you moan, nodding your head and rolling your hips desperately into his hand, overwhelmed from the smallest bits of pleasure. jaehyun’s fingers dip between the folds of your pussy, trailing down to tease at your hole by just barely pushing the tips of his fingers in.

you whine at his teasing, frustrated and desperate for him to do something. “please, jaehyun,” you cry, hole fluttering around the tips of his fingers as your body begs to be filled.

“so fucking wet,” jaehyun mumbles, ignoring your pleas and pushing two fingers deep inside your pussy. “i could probably fuck you right now with how wet you are, baby. don’t even need my fingers to fit inside this tight little hole—fuck,” he groans, cock straining against the fabric of his jeans as he pumps his fingers in and out.

“jaehyun!” you gasp, his words making you burn hot with desire. his fingers curl deep inside you, causing you to throw your head back with a loud moan.

“just a little more,” jaehyun says, slipping in a third finger. “tell me how bad you want my cock and then maybe i’ll fuck you like you deserve,” he continues, dragging out his teasing and leaning down to nip at your jaw again.

“want your cock so bad, jae, please!” you beg, growing increasingly more frustrated because jaehyun’s too busy playing one of his stupid games to give you what you want.

part of you thinks that the push and pull between the two of you is why you were never bound to work. but, another part of you thinks that it’s exactly why you keep coming back, despite swearing that you’d never see his face again. jaehyun’s always been like an itch you can’t scratch, a craving you were never supposed to have.

he’s imprinted on you, wether you like it or not, and you’ll never find someone who makes you feel the way he does.

“i got you, pretty girl,” jaehyun mumbles into your jaw, biting once more before he pulls away, taking his fingers out and reaching down to palm his bulge. he works quickly to unzip his jeans and pull his boxers down, sighing when his cock springs free.

jaehyun’s big, always has been, and your pussy throbs as you imagine what it’ll feel like to finally have his cock inside you again, filling you up and stuffing you to the brim.

he spits into the palm of his hand before wrapping it around the base of his cock, slicking up his length with a quiet moan. jaehyun then grabs the tip of his cock and teases it along your hole before finally pushing in, bottoming out in just one thrust.

“oh fuuck,” you moan, long and drawn out as he fills you up, hole stretching around the thickness of his cock.

“missed this pussy so much,” jaehyun groans, slowly starting to move his hips and thrusting deep inside you. “such a perfect pussy, sucking me in like you were made for it,” he continues, hips snapping against yours in a desperate chase for pleasure.

“jaehyun!” you gasp, unable to think of anything else as he thrusts deeper and deeper inside you, thick cock dragging against your walls and fucking you so good that you can hardly speak. your pussy clenches tight around him, drawing another deep groan from his mouth.

“t-that’s it, baby,” jaehyun moans, tightly gripping your hips. “so fucking—so fucking good,” he pants out, picking up the pace and thrusting even faster than before.

you claw desperately at his back, unable to hold back your moans as jaehyun fucks into you, rocking the car with how powerful his thrusts are. he’s so deep inside you, fucking you so hard that you’re scared you’ll break.

“jae—jae, oh my god,” you cry, tugging him down so that his body presses hotly against yours. heat pools deep inside your belly as he continues to fuck you, pulling you down onto his cock with every thrust of his hips.

jaehyun tucks his head into the side of your neck, panting heavily against your skin and moaning as your walls wraps tightly around his length, sucking him in every time he attempts to pull out.

“baby,” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut, “m’so close, baby. feel so—so good around me.” his thrusts become sloppy as he nears his orgasm, tucking his head even further into the crook of your neck.

“me—fuck! me too!” you moan, placing a hand on the back of his head, keeping his face tucked into your neck. your stomach tightens as he keeps thrusting, orgasm threatening to spill over. “gonna cum, jae���oh god,” you cry as he brings a hand down to rub at your clit, sending you hurdling over the edge with another deep thrust.

jaehyun’s hips stutter before he pushes inside you with one last final thrust, whining into your neck as his cock spills deep inside your pussy. cum paints your walls, claiming you as his and filling you to the brim.

“fuck,” jaehyun whispers against your neck, causing you to laugh. you’re too fucked out to care about what it means that jaehyun, the man that isn’t your boyfriend, just came deep inside you as if you were his.

after a couple moments of the two of you trying to catch your breath, finding it difficult to breathe in the heat of the car, jaehyun sits up and slowly begins to pull his cock out of you. he bites his lip and watches as cum begins to spill out of your hole, dripping onto the leather beneath you.

“sometimes i miss you,” you sigh, staring up at the roof of the car. you try not to whine as you feel jaehyun’s fingers drag through the mess that’s been made of your pussy, pushing his cum back inside you.

“you shouldn’t,” comes jaehyun’s response, short and blunt. it’s the truth, because both of you know you wouldn’t work, no matter how many second-chances you were given.

“i know,” you reply, making eye contact with him and trying to read what he’s feeling. it’s one of the things jaehyun came to hate about being with you; the way you were always able to read him like an open book.

jaehyun avoids your gaze, moving to zip his pants back up. “i’ll clean you up then drive you home, baby. make sure to tell your boyfriend i said hey when you get there, okay?”

a/n: Umm i got carried away i think…zzzzbsn i just want jaehyun so bad and listening to smoke on repeat somehow made me think about ex bf jaehyun 😖😖😖 i tried to keep the angst to a minimum so that’s why this sex feels a little fast paced but i Just… i love Angst… maybe i’ll make a full version one day rhat’s more angsty ALSO WHINY JAEHYUN TRUTHERS RISE!!!! lmk ur thoughts and delusions in my inboxxxx if u have any 🙂‍↕️

tags: @hisunflower @wispyxjae (special tag for u because i made u wait so long for the jaehyun meal LOLOLOL)

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

hehehe can i get a “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.” with Nico please and thank you <33

Drabble Masterlist

for my swiftie nonnie whenever they see this.

As captain, Nico was always hosting small get togethers at his shared apartment with his girlfriend. Almost weekly they either had a team dinner, poker night or some type of hangout session at their apartment. Tonight, the couple was hosting their monthly poker night. For some reason, Nico's girlfriend was the only wag who generally enjoyed playing poker, so it was usually a night of just her and the boys.

Apparently, last weekend while celebrating a win against the Rangers at a local bar, she said that this weekend instead of a normal poker night that they should make it strip poker that way the boys lose less money then they usually do to her. Of course, she was so gone she didn't remember this conversation but of course Jack took a video of her announcement that she made while Nico was in the bathroom.

Tonight, all the boys showed up like normal but Y/N knew something was up when everyone seemed to bring their girlfriend or a random girl. Even Nico found it strange and asked Timo if he got confused and tonight wasn't poker night like they talked about yesterday at afternoon skate. Timo insured his captain that it was poker night and that Jack should be there any minute and then they will get started.

The Hughes brothers as if on cue walked into the apartment announcing their arrival. Jack had the biggest smirk on his face, glancing at Nico who was still in the corner with Timo both of Nico and Y/N equally confused at the scene unfolding in their living room.

"Okay who's ready to play some strip poker?" Jack asks.

Immediately both Y/N and Nico express their confusion, Nico claiming no way in hell and her agreeing. "Oh but Y/N it was your idea?" Jack pokes, he knows he's poking a bear - the bear being his captain - but Y/N has known Jack for even longer than she has known Nico and really he just wanted to annoy his best friend.

Nico gritting out the words from his mouth "the fuck she didn't." As his hands became fists at his side. Jack pulled out his phone and pressed play, making sure he was far away enough that he could dodge an angry Nico but close enough that Nico could hear his girlfriend's drunken idea on from Jack's phone.

The video ended and Jack looked at Y/N, she squinted her eyes at him in annoyance. "Yeah Jack not happening, but since you wanted to embarrass me in front of everyone. in my apartment. " Jack gulped as he watched her fold her arms over her chest and he realized he forgot how Y/N always seem to end up on top when someone tries to pull one over on her. She started emphasizing each word and with each word Jack stomach bubbled more in anxiety.

Jack started to brace for the impact of your words as he watched an anger Nico smirk knowing his girlfriend can handle her own. "Has everyone here ever seen the video of Jack on his 21st?" Y/N questions the group as they all agree they haven't.

"You wouldn't!" Jack screeched suddenly embarrassed.

"I would. Delete the video and apologize or I will send the video right now in the team's groupchat." she threatens, slowly pulling her phone out of her back pocket.

"okay!okay!okay!" Jack screams his fingers working quickly to delete the video. "Im sorry Y/N/N. Just please don't send it to anyone okay?" he begs.

"okay Jacky, now let's play poker."

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Later that night as Y/N and Nico climb into bed he can't help but laugh at the events that unfolded earlier tonight. "hey baby?" he questions, "what was that video anyway?" He asks as he pulls her into his arms, Y/N laying on her back and Nico on his side his arm stretched over her waist.

"Oh just a video of Jack crying, hunched over the toilet because he drank way too much. He was babbling on and on about how he was never gonna drink again and then he decided he was fine and didn't need my help getting up. But as he got up he fell backwards into the tub."

Nico laughed as Y/N retold the story of the stupid embarrassing video she had from Jack years ago. "hey about what you said in Jack's video I wouldn't mind if we played"

Before Nico could finish his thought she cut him off, "We're not playing strip poker. I don't care what I said when I was drunk."

[cheolhub]

sarrrrrrr🩷 happy bday to cheolhub!!! you are fr one of my favourite accounts on here. i always get so happy seeing ur name pop up on the dash whdjshsjs, i hope you’re doing well & drinking your water & looking after yourself 🫶

coulddddd i possibly req ❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜ & precious vernon for your event? 🫶

8:01 p.m. – hansol vernon chwe

prompt. “let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up.”

wc. 2k+ 

warnings. unprotected sex for the first time, creampie, saying ‘i love you’ during sex, pet names [baby], a very needy couple ^^!!! — MINORS DNI 18+

note. j u are too sweet im gonna cry !!! thank you thank you thank you !!! i love u sm, i hope u like this >< i’ve been wanting to write vernon a lot recently so i went a little bit overboard with this one,,,, and it’s not my best so i apologize bsgsgs [not proofread, kinda rushed]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ join the birthday bash!  ࿐ྂ

hansol vernon chwe has never been one for public displays of affection. any type of affection– kissing, hugging, holding hands, etc. it’s just awkward. it always is and he’d rather keep it to himself. keep you to himself.

and vernon is usually so patient when it comes to his hunger for you. he’s so virtuous and so composed. it’s admirable, really. but there are nights, like this one in particular, where he just wants to sink his teeth into you and mercilessly fuck you into the mattress. 

these nights don’t come by very often. they rarely ever do, honestly. he only thinks tonight is different because he hasn’t touched you in over a week. there was no real reason for it, you just kept missing each other due to your taxing schedules. 

so you planned a date on a night that you knew you were both free. something nice, giving you an excuse to doll yourself up for your boyfriend. 

you did exactly that and vernon’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he picked you up from your apartment. he thought you looked so fucking pretty. you looked so pretty gazing out the window in the passenger seat of his car. you looked so fucking pretty when you kindly laughed at the waiters joke (that wasn’t the slightest bit funny). you look so fucking pretty when you asked him, “are you okay, baby?” 

he wasn’t. how could he be okay when all he wanted was to put his hands on you and inhale the scent of your seductive perfume? how could he be okay when his cock was straining in his pants begging to be inside of you? how the fuck could he be okay when he needed you so fucking bad?  

of course, you could tell he was anything but fine. your boyfriend was stoic sometimes, but he always wears his emotions all over his pretty face. his carnal desire became obvious when he placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing at your flesh. and even more obvious when he pressed a few kisses to your jaw. and then blatantly obvious when he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and said, “i’d rather eat something else.”

so you ate half your meal, paid the bill, and got the hell out of there because, if you were being completely transparent, you missed the way his cock felt inside of you. you missed tugging at his hair and marking his skin and the messy, messy kisses you always share. you missed him and a week apart from your lover was 5 days way too long. 

he’s already pressing his lips to the back of your neck by the time you get up to your apartment’s door, leaving wet kisses on your scolding hot skin. it’s distracting and your hands keep fumbling the keys, but you eventually get the two of you in. you lock the door and he practically chases you to your room, both of you breathily giggling. 

upon arrival, his hands are grasping and pulling at the clothing on your body in attempts to rip them off while yours do the same with his.

“need you so bad, baby.” he mumbles during his conquest, pulling almost everything off of you. 

when he sees the pretty set underneath your date outfit, he’s left breathless. shocked. and it’s not because he’s never seen you in something this pretty, but it’s that he’s right about to bust a load in his jeans. 

he groans, “fuck, i think i’m gonna cum.” 

“you’re cute.” you smile cheekily, pulling him on the bed with you. “better not be before i get to feel you, though.” 

“i’ll try,” he grunts, his cock twitching and throbbing in what feels like the world’s tightest boxers. 

you lay against your plush pillows, slipping your panties off and throwing them to the side, exposing your soaked pussy to the cool air that circulates through your room. you suck in through your teeth, spreading your legs open. “condom?” you ask expectantly.

he furrows his brows. “you don’t have any?”

you crack a grin at the frown that appears on his face when you shake your head. “you’re the one with a dick here! you should always keep one on you for emergencies. this would’ve been the perfect emergency.” 

“baby, we used all my emergency condoms and i forgot to buy more.” he huffs in frustration. “i can just run to the market and grab some. it’s not that big of a deal.” 

it is a big deal. his cock is aching.

you look at him in awe, “you’re that desperate? you’re gonna go all the way to the store and buy condoms, hansol?”

not that you’re any less desperate the way you clench around nothing and ruin the sheets under you.

he deadpans at your subtle teasing, “yes.” 

you hum, stomach twisting in anticipation at a vulgar thought that pops into your head. 

he could… just not use one.

he could fuck you raw and you could feel everything. “what if…” you shudder before you can even get the thought out. “what if we don’t use one?”

you think his face drains of color. “w-what?” he stutters, unsure if he heard you correctly. “baby… what did you say?”

you bite your lip for a second, feeling heat spread like wildfire through your entire body. “we can do it… without the condom. if you want?”

vernon is going to cum– untouched, in fact–  just at the mere thought of it. of-fucking-course he wants to, what kind of idiot would pass that up? (read: someone who isn’t actually an idiot)

“what about…” he trails off as his wide eyes look at your tummy. 

“i started birth control a while ago, baby, don’t worry.” you whisper. “it’s only if you're comfortable… but i’m okay with it… i trust you. and i wanna feel you.”

his heart pounds erratically and he’s tugging his boxers down before he can even form a proper response. his hard, leaky cock slaps against his abdomen and all either of you can think about is how it’ll feel without the latex barrier. 

he breathes out his words, as he presses against your drooling hole. “i’ll pull out.” 

“okay, baby.” you pant, hands already gripping at the sheets in preparation. 

though, you fear there was nothing you could do to prepare for this moment. feeling vernon’s cock— all of it— is amazing. heavenly… hot. you find yourself wishing you would’ve done this a lot earlier. you can’t believe how much of a difference there is.

you feel all the heat, all the veins that trace through his gorgeous cock, all the delicious friction and you’re fucking addicted to it. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” vernon moans, jaw going slack and his face pinching in euphoric pleasure. “baby, fuck, you’re so tight— feels so good.”

vernon has never felt anything so perfect in all his years. he feels your walls flutter around his bare cock as he bottoms out, finally buried deep inside of you. 

you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him down to press his mouth against yours. the entirety of the kiss is intense and passionate and you can’t think of a time you’ve felt this close to a man during sex. you can’t even recall a time you were this in love with a man.

you break, whining against his lips and tightly clenching around him. “move, please. need you to move.” 

he nods hotly, pulling his hips back and pushing them back against yours. he does this a few times, slowly thrusting into you until he builds a steady, consistent speed. the bulbous tip of his cock rams into your sweet spot with every shove. you can’t help the cry that bubbles in your chest or the way your legs wrap around his waist tightly.

“hansol,” you mewl, one of your hands snaking between your bodies and rubbing at your clit. “i-i love you.” 

he delivers a sharp thrust upon hearing your words. “i love you more, baby.” he responds with a wavered voice. “i missed you.”

you nod in agreement, clamping around him again, ultimately making vernon hiss. “me more,” you declare on a whine. 

“not a chance.” he grunts out but it falls on deaf ears. his words are practically silenced by the lewd squelching and your cute sounds that bounce off the four walls. 

and it’s all because vernon fucks you like his life depends on it. he feels your walls tightening around him with every thrust but there isn’t a single ounce of vigilance in his body. he wants to memorize every single second of this. burn all of this into his head. he wants to be able to recall the way your blunt fingernails dig into the smooth skin of his shoulders, your moans that sound even prettier in this moment, how your velvety walls flutter and pulse and grip around him as your cunt swallows him up.

his abdomen tightens, balls drawing up as he nears his desired release. before he can warn you, your breathing alarmingly picks up. your chest rises and falls rapidly, your whines and mewls get louder, you trap his cock in a tight grip, refusing to let him go, all the telltale signs of your impending orgasm. 

“vern–vernon, baby,” you gasp, back arching off the bed and heels of your feet digging into his back. “baby, ‘m-m gonna cum. keep fucking me like that,” you plead, eyebrows coming together in gratification. 

he obliges, snapping his hips against yours over and over till the tightrope in your tummy snaps. you come undone choking on a dry sob as your body seizes underneath his. you’re panting unevenly as you go lax, limp body weakly clinging to his as you attempt to come down from your high.

your orgasm is almost too much. too overstimulating for how high strung vernon is. he’s just about ready to explode, but he can’t bear to leave your spasming cunt. 

“baby, i— god, i-i know it’s not safe— fuck—“ he babbles, anxiously panting out his words. “i know… know it’s not safe—but let me cum in you, please. i want to fill you up.” 

you cry, nodding your head and weakly clamping around him at the thought of his warm seed flooding your cunt. “y-yes, fuck yes. please fill me up, ‘sollie!” 

he curses under his breath, his cock twitching and brain fogging over at your permission. he gives you a few sloppy thrusts before he groans noisily, stilling and spilling his cum inside of you. 

he twitches ceaselessly above you as his orgasm washes over him, head digging into the crook of your neck so he can drown out all of his throaty moans. they still echo throughout the room with your whiny pants. 

the sensation of his release has your entire body surging with warmth. it has you feeling nothing but bliss and pure exhilaration— you’re on cloud nine. 

“sorry,” he murmurs into your neck as his body collapses on top of yours. “couldn’t help it.”

your hand comes to thread through his hair, scratching at his head. “‘s okay, ‘sol.”  you mumble back. “felt really good. don’t worry.”

“do you need a plan b?”

you snort, shaking your head. “no, i don’t think so, baby. told you i’m on the pill now.” 

he lets out a breath— probably one of relief— followed by a muffled, “then… can we do this again soon?”

you smile, “yeah, babe, we can do this again soon.” 

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[graciegoeskrazy]

and too much racket

matty healy + teen!daughter!r (ft. george)

warnings: r does drugs!!!, nothing in graphic detail, mentions of mattys addiction, yelling, crying, shit ending but cute?

a/n: mention of a specific drug that starts with a k that i can’t fully say so inside the street name cuz i don’t want tumblr banning me even do its weird cuz they block my angstyfluffy healy things but there’s litteral prn on thier site anywhooooooo im a lover not a fighter. thx to anon who requested! had to do research cuz ive never done drugs aeha

The house was quiet. He was anticipating another night alone in the house while you were out with friends. The silence was broken by the sound of a call. He snatched up the phone and answered it immediately. 9 times out of 10 it was just you checking in or saying hi.

“Hi, baby. Everything okay?”

“Mr. Healy?” The voice on the other end was hesitant, unsure. Most importantly, it wasn’t yours.

“Kate? Where’s y/n?” The worry in his voice intensified, his mind racing through all the possible scenarios.

“Mr. Healy, we’re getting ready to drop y/n off. Are you home?”

“Yeah. Why? Is she okay? Is she that drunk?” He laughed a little at the thought. He knew you liked to drink on occasion and sometimes even use weed and he was usually fine with it as long as you were being safe and called when you needed him. He always said he would drop anything in a heartbeat.

“No, she’s not drunk. She’s...high...on something that...isn’t weed.” Kate’s words hung heavily in the air, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

“What? What was it, Kate? You can tell me.” His voice was laced with confusion and urgency.

“I don’t know. She left the room awhile ago, said she was going to the bathroom, but when she came back she was clearly on something. Something a lot stronger.”

“Oh god.” He ran a hand through his hair, his mind spinning.

“Somebody said she had mentioned Ket, but I don't know where she would’ve gotten it? We don’t do that type of stuff—I barely drink!” Kate’s voice cracked, the fear and confusion palpable.

“I know, I know, Kate. It’s gonna be okay. Where is she now?” He forced himself to stay calm. He could tell your friend was starting to panic even more.

“She’s asleep in the car. We just left.” Her voice softened, the exhaustion and worry evident.

“Alright, bring her here. Drive carefully. We’ll figure this out.”

As the call ended he sent frantic texts to the only other people who he knew loved you almost as much as he loved you, begging them to come over. George, residing the closest, knocked on the door not even 10 minutes later, worried about the vague text Matty sent. Ross came in not long after, with Adam, Carly, Charli, and Jamie all trailing from behind. He explained everything he knew, and before they knew it a knock sounded at the door.

—————

Your heart pounded as you stepped out of the car, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps. You couldn't believe Kate had brought you here, to your own house. You barely remembered getting in the car. Now - you were wide awake. "You brought me to my house?!" Your voice shook with disbelief.

Kate, her face a mask of concern, tried to reach out to you. "It’s for your own good, Y/n. We called your dad, he’s gonna help—"

Your eyes widened in horror, and she took a step back in fear. "You called my DAD?!?!"

Kate flinched at the volume, "We were just trying to help, Y/n."

"Well, just stay out of it—" You shot back, voice breaking.

The front door swung open, and Matty stood there, his face set in a grim expression. "Y/N," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Living room. Now."

You felt a surge of defiance but knew better than to argue with your father when he was in this state. "Dad—"

"Now," Matty repeated, his voice stern.

With a final, furious glance at Kate, you stormed past her and into the house.

Kate’s eyes filled with tears as she confronted your father, filled with worry and guilt. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Healy! I should have kept a closer eye on her-”

“It’s not your fault, Kate. We’ll get through this.” He managed a small, reassuring smile before turning his attention back to y/n.

Matty followed her inside, closing the door behind him with a heavy thud.

You were met with most of your aunts and uncles as soon as you walked in, mentally groaning and rolling your eyes. The room is tense. You glance around, taking in the faces of family and friends, all summoned by your father. Their presence only amplifies your frustration. You turned to your father as soon as you heard his familiar footsteps grow closer.

“You called everyone?!” you exclaim.

Matty’s expression is stern, unyielding. “We need help with this one, babe”

“Oh my god— I got high one time. I need some water and Advil, not a fucking intervention,” you retort.

“Sit down,” Matty commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Reluctantly, you drop onto the couch, your arms crossed in defiance. Matty takes a deep breath, steadying himself. “Weed and a couple of Trulys are one thing, y/n, but this?!”

You roll your eyes, a gesture that seems to cut through the tension like a knife. It’s a bold move, especially aimed at your father. Even in your age of defiance, you never once dared to act like this in front of your father. He doesn’t flinch, his gaze piercing as he presses on. “Where’d you get it?” You shift uncomfortably, weighing your options. “Tell me. Now,”

You let out a resigned sigh. “A friend—”

“What friend?” Matty interrupts, his patience wearing thin.

“She was prescribed it for her anxiety or something,” you explain, trying to maintain some composure. “Now she’s just been dealing it to people.”

The room remains charged with tension, but a different kind now, more personal, more painful. You sit, feeling the weight of your father’s disappointment. The silence hangs heavily before Matty finally speaks again.

“Those girls were scared, y/n. You should’ve heard Kate; she was terrified! I could hear it in her voice,” Your dad says, his voice strained.

“She’s fine,” you reply dismissively.

Matty’s eyes narrow. “You better pray they forgive you.”

“Oh my god— it’s not that big of a deal!”.

“You scared the shit out of ’em, love!” Matty’s voice rises, echoing through the room.

“You think everything was fine after I quit? I lost friends, y/n. I almost lost every single person in this room, and I probably would’ve if I hadn’t gotten my act together.”

“Well, good for you. You’re doing so great now,” you retort sarcastically, the bitterness evident.

Matty’s expression shifts from anger to confusion. “I just don’t understand what caused you to act out like this?”

“Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the fucking tree,” you shoot back, your voice trembling with barely contained emotion. He knew what you were referring to. They all did.

“Y/n!” George’s voice breaks the momentary silence, his tone a mix of shock and reprimand.

“Take it back,” Matty demands, his dangerous. “Take it back right now, y/n.”

“You can’t be that surprised, can you?” you challenge, meeting his gaze without a flinch..

“You heard of the things I went through!” Matty’s voice cracks, a raw edge to his words.

“Are you kidding? I fucking saw the things you went through! The things you put me through!” Your voice rises, the anger and pain you’ve held back for so long spilling out. “The nights you chose that shit over me! The weeks and months you left me with George because you were too high or too irresponsible to take care of me! Your daughter!”

The room goes silent. Matty’s face is a mix of guilt and helplessness, but it soon turns to anger. “Go upstairs,” Matty finally says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You stand up, your movements brisk and fast, and head towards the stairs. Each step feels like a mountain, the weight of the confrontation pressing down on you. As you reach your room, the door closes behind you with a soft click, cutting off the world outside.

—————

The next morning, you wake up to an empty house. Your father and George must have left early for the studio, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The silence is heavy, a stark contrast to the tension of the previous night. You sit on the edge of your bed, the events replaying in your mind, and decide to call George.

After a few rings, he picks up, voice chipper. “Well, look who’s up and out of her intoxicated state!”

You roll your eyes, though a small smile tugs at your lips. “I called to ask how your day was going, not to hear about my mistakes.”

“Awe, she cares!” George’s voice is teasing, but there’s warmth in it too.

“I always do,” you reply softly, the sincerity clear in your tone.

There’s a brief pause before George speaks again, his voice a bit more serious. “Your dad misses you. Won’t stop moanin’ and groanin’ about his girl.”

“You sure he’s not talking about another girl?” you ask.

George sighs. “You both said things you regret, babe. Fix it. Whatever is happening right now, it’s not worth it.”

“I know,” you admit, the guilt gnawing at you. “Thanks, George.”

“And if you ever do that tom-fuckery again, I will have your head in an old-fashioned guillotine.”

“Noted.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then you muster the courage to say, “I never said thank you for taking care of me then. So…thank you. For everything.”

George smiles a bit. “Just doing my duties as best uncle.”

“Hm.” You smile.

After hanging up, you sit quietly for a moment, absorbing the conversation. George’s words echo in your mind.

Later that day, you hear the familiar sound of the front door opening. Matty’s voice calls out, filled with tentative. “Baby girl? I’m home.”

You rush out from where you’ve been anxiously waiting, tears already streaming down your face. As soon as you see him, you crumble into his arms, mumbling through your sobs. “I’m sorry I mess up and I’m sorry for the things I said and the things I’ve done and I’m sorry you’re stuck with me and I’m sorry that I’m not the perfect kid but I really try to be and try to be that perfect kid for you and for everyone but it all just got a little much and I was trying to make things better and be an adult I guess and I got carried away and I’m sorry Daddy I’m just so sorry.”

He smiles, trying to hide his laugh at your words and ranting. He wraps his arms around you tightly, his voice soothing. “It’s gonna be fine, baby—”

“No it’s not,” you interrupt, your voice cracking with the weight of your guilt. “I messed up, I messed up bad. I made a mistake.”

“A mistake which you will never make again, correct?”

“I promise,” you whisper, your tears soaking into his shirt.

“Good. You’re not perfect, y/n. And thank god you’re not. Do you know how horrible I would feel if I had a perfect child? God, I could never keep up with you. You are smart and funny and so charismatic, and if it weren’t for you being my child, then you might have been perfect…” The tension starts easing. “But I don’t care,” Matty continues, his voice tender. “Because you are mine, and that’s all that matters to me.”

“I love you,” you say, your voice steadying as you look up at him.

“I love you most... but I will throw you in a river if you do that shit again,” Matty replies, a teasing glint in his eyes. Now, maybe, just maybe, healing can begin.

[inkstainedpages]

I love Scaramouche

(NSFW BELOW THE CUT)

I love Scaramouche its genuinely so fucking insane.When I first saw that man I wanted him to break my legs and ruin me raw.I wanted him to degrade me and make me cry,laugh at my tears as soon as he noticed only to go harder and faster.

His attitude made him even better tbh.His high ego and pride,bro I wouldn't hesitate to get on my knees to suck him off if I ever saw him.

Like idfk if it's made out of wood or something ILL MAKE IT WORK.I will literally force it in me and he'll have me shaking and crying for hours I swear.

He could make me disabled for weeks then not give a fuck about me and I'd still be thankful.

He could use me as his personal cum dump and hide me in his basement I would not mind it one bit.As long as I am stuffed full and ALL my holes are oozing with his sticky white residue I am game.

Ngl I'd get myself all dolled up for him when he's away so when he's back he could release all his pent up anger and fuck me for how long he wants to,we could go on for all of eternity if he wanted.

He's so fucking hot tbh.He's fine in all his forms I dont even wanna get into detail about that.

I also want to smash him when he's wanderer.Especially before he got his past memories back like bro was so fucking cute I bet he whimpered and begged.

Also his ult??like step on me pls.He could edge me for hours just by stepping on me.It would be weird but I'd still be begging for him.

He looks like the kind of guy who'd be mean and bossy with a female significant other but would be all hooked and submissive if his significant other was a male.

He looked rideable and peggable at the same time its so fucking insane.Like if it were railing a woman he's be groaning and grunting,but if he was the one getting railed he'd be crying and whimpering.

I wouldn't mind if he made me his personal sex slave.Like a little dog he'd drag around to show off and then fuck senseless once he gets home.

Like pls,he could fill me with any type of liquid from him.Whether it be cum,piss,blood,whatever as long as he's in me I could not possibly care.

He could fill me with his cum if he even has that,he could impregnate me everyday and night.

And if he doesn't want kids of him own I'd get abortions any time possible and I might as well find a way to make myself infertile so he could fuck me without a care for any consequences what so ever.

Also the idea of him always being so neglectful and always ignoring his significant other when he's busy with his duties??hello??

I would ride his foot until he's pity me enough to actually give me sexual attention.And if I have to cream on his foot for him to finally put the papers down then SO I WILL.

Im gonna add more to this because this man is fucking everything.His personality,his attitude,Istfg he could break my legs and pound me for DAYS and I would complain

Also the hat stays ON during sex so while he's thrusting the only sound you could comprehend is the jingle sound of the thingies of his hat

Okay but like semi public sex with scara in a fatui tent while all the other agents are sleeping and he just muffles your moaning with a rag like yes pls

He could slap me multiple times,beat me up,make me pass out just to fuck me and I would let him.He could leave me all bruised and bloody filled with cum somewhere in teyvat and I'd still be thankful.

Ok but a threesome with childe and scara??like childe bending me over behind me while scara is muffling my cries and moans??

Imagine all the jealous cicin mages and female fatui agents because scara's scent is so strong and the marks on your neck are so visible no amount of concealer could hide them.

Scara could step on me,abuse me,degrade me,hurt me all he wants as long as I get fucked in the end its okay

When I finally got him on his first rerun I was so happy.Like as soon as he came on screen I did too tbh

HE'S SO PRETTY IT HURTS TO LOOK AT HIM I LITERALLY SPENT DAYS ON GENSHIN STARING AT HIS DESIGN AND LISTENING TO HIS VOICE LINES

Wanderer would probably do it in the forest if his significant other got too needy

[seangelfish]

would it be possible to request buster bros and what they would be like with a younger sister reader !! im not sure if this breaks any of the rules with like multiple characters im sorry 😭

Yes!! I love Buster Bros sooo much so I’m really excited to receive this request! And don’t worry, you haven’t broken any of the rules. I do allow multiple characters in headcanon/platonic fics, hehe! I hope you enjoy reading!!

Buster Bros w/ a younger sister

Featured characters: Ichiro Yamada, Jiro Yamada and Saburo Yamada (separate)

Genres/types: Headcanons

Word count: 2,006

A/N: For this, I decided to write the younger sister reader as a year or two younger than Saburo (age 12/13). I prefer the older sister trope when it comes to the baby bros, but this is actually a really cute fic request and I had a blast writing it!

Saburo's section was the hardest to write for, I'm not sure how it's longer than Ichiro's and Jiro's lmao I wrote this really quickly because I love them so so much, and I was honestly waiting for someone to request these three haha

ICHIRO YAMADA

- He doesn’t like picking favourites out of all his siblings, but Jiro and Saburo knows for sure that you’re his favourite.

- Is very kind towards you — of course he is kind to his brothers too — but even if you make a big mistake, he’ll just laugh at you, ruffle your hair, and tell you not to do it again. However, just because he's like this to you, doesn't mean he won't be stern. You need to learn that things have its consequences!

- You’re his cute little sister! All he wants to do is spoil you. Whenever he’s out and about in the streets of Ikebukuro, and something cute catches his eye, he’ll buy it for you. You’re always appreciative of it. Unfortunately, he won’t buy you snacks even when you beg for it.

“Nope, no snacks for you, (Y/N). It’ll ruin your teeth.”

“But onii-chan!”

“No means no.”

- Is very overprotective since he’s well known for his past delinquency and now for his role as leader for the Buster Bros. He’ll usually say no when you want to hang out with your friends from school. You understand why he’s doing this, but it’s still going to be annoying.

“Why can’t I just live a normal life?!” you cry one day.

Ichiro tenses up at this. “H-Hey, I’m trying my best, (Y/N)… Why don’t we do this? You can hang out with your friends this weekend if you let one of us keep an eye out for you?”

You take a while to answer.

“Okay… as long as you don’t make yourself seen by my friends.”

“Haha, deal.”

- Despite that, you’re able to hang out with all your brothers together whether it’s just to eat outside for lunch! Ichiro let’s you ride on his shoulders or hold hands with you. Even when you’re just 6/7 years younger than him, he still thinks of you as a baby.

- If you want a bite of his lunch, he'll easily give you some.

- Reads you a story when it's time to go to bed because he's been doing it since you were a toddler. He treasures this time so much because he knows that once you grow up, you won't want him to read you a bedtime story anymore.

- Sometimes you'll ask him to tell you a story of what he does with your brothers as the Buster Bros. He won't give you too many details, so you never know the full story of his adventures. Won't tell you much about his delinquent days. In fact, he may never mention it at all.

- Gives you a little goodnight kiss once you fall asleep, but will also kiss your forehead when you're about to drift to sleep.

- Is the first person to introduce you to his favourite animes and manga. You'd watch it together sometimes although your tastes may differ. If you like shonen, well good for both of you. If you like shojou, Ichiro will still watch it with you, and may even develop his tastes for it.

- Whilst watching anime together, you would rest your head on his lap. He'll stroke your hair like a cat.

- When you catch him taking a nap, you'd get on top of him like a blanket to take a nap on him. You're only doing this for the giggles because once he wakes up due to the heavy weight on his back, he gets super confused.

- Probably the brother that you hug the most out of. He's big and gives you the best hugs. Would lift you up in the air when the occasion is right.

- Your big brother that you respect. The first person you would go to whenever you need help. You find him to be the most reliable (which isn't surprising).

JIRO YAMADA

- You title him the more fun brother. Despite getting into arguments with Saburo all the time, he’s very sweet towards you. Why wouldn’t he be though? Look at you! You’re his cute little sister!

- However, if you were to make a mistake, he will get a bit angry with you, but not to a point where he’ll make you cry. He's just stern with you. Would probably pinch your cheeks and pull on them, laughing at how funny your face would look.

- Probably the brother that makes fun of you (but only as a joke)!

- Wants to spoil you too. Is willing to buy you your favourite snacks! Whenever he goes to hang out with his friends and he's at a shop, he texts you what snacks you want.

"Just don't tell nii-chan, alright?" he whispers with his index finger to his lips.

"Mmm!!" you agree happily.

- Is probably the brother that keeps an eye on you when you hang out with your friends from school. Weirdly enough, he's quite good at making himself not be seen by your friends AND you. It really feels like you're not even being followed by him. He also has friends that are willing to watch out for you too.

- He isn't really reliable when you need help on your homework though. Everyone in the family knows that Jiro isn't really smart when it comes to academics. You don't really mind it though because you still respect him nonetheless. You know he's trying, and you could actually relate to him in a way. He appreciates how understanding you are.

- So he's the only brother you would trust with when your grades aren't as good as you hoped they'd be. Sometimes you're just too scared to confront Ichiro about it, so Jiro would be your first option when you need to tell him about your failures. He would cheer you up and tell you that you can do better next time, encouraging you to tell Ichiro when you're ready.

"Jiro nii-chan, I didn't do well on my science test..." you whimper. "Onii-chan is going to be mad at me..."

"It's okay, (Y/N). It was probably just a bad day. You'll do well next time, so don't be sad! Do you want me to be there for you when you tell nii-chan?"

"Yes, please..."

- Likes to give you piggybacks, and is also willing to hold your hand too — only if you want to though, he doesn't usually initiate it.

- Unlike Ichiro, if you want a bite of his lunch, he'll refuse (only jokingly though). He ends up giving you a bit if you really wanted it.

- Likes to make you laugh by either telling you stupid jokes, making fun of Saburo, or just tickling you.

- Sometimes you hang out with him to play soccer. He really enjoys the sport, and you were always curious as to why. You may grow to like it too or maybe it's because you're just spending time with your big brother.

- Along with Saburo, he is the brother who picks you up from school. Ichiro is sometimes busy to do so. If he comes along with Saburo, you would link arms with both of them, you being in the middle.

- When Ichiro can't read you a bedtime story, Jiro tells you stories of what he has done instead, or the stories he hears from his friends. They are always so interesting.

- Usually gives you side hugs more than actual hugs. Ruffles your hair a lot. Gives you forehead kisses, but is pretty rare.

- Your big brother that you respect. He may not be reliable when it comes to school work, but you trust him with everything else.

SABURO YAMADA

- Since you're only a year or two younger than him, your relationship with Saburo is kind of... 50/50? A best friend kind of relationship more than an older brother one.

- The brother you actually get into mild arguments with, but since it's you, he'll actually apologise first. He won't ever apologise to Jiro, but you're his only sister, so he'll suck it up and try to fix things with you.

- Therefore, if you were to make mistake, he WILL be mad at you.

- Makes fun of you more than Jiro does. Of course, he's just joking though. He's not as harsh to you as he is with Jiro. All three brothers love you too much.

- If you ever start crying because of him, he'll immediately backtrack. Will start comforting you, rocking you like a baby although this is something anyone would rarely see him do. If he doesn't do this (which is rare), you'll threaten him with the 'I'm telling onii-chan' phrase.

- Will eat the snacks with you that Jiro had bought.

"But Jiro nii-chan bought me those!"

"Yeah? Let's go tell him to buy some more then."

"Saburo nii-chan!!!"

- Won't spoil you, but will do whatever you ask of him if it's reasonable.

- You title him the smart, but kind-of-mean brother. Probably scolds you the most out of all your brothers.

"(Y/N), what did I tell you?! It's your turn to wash the dishes today!”

"I'm sorry, Saburo nii-chan! I forgot!"

- Will help you on your homework even if you don't ask him for it. He's very reliable, so if you did need help, you'll always ask him for it. Surprisingly, he's happy to help you, and you bond with him every time you study together.

- You admire how smart he is, and you're always complimenting him on his high grades (and his hacking skills). This makes him realise how much he wants to keep getting better for you, so you could look up to him more than Jiro. After all, Saburo's the smart one, and your role model should be smart too.

He giggles to himself as he is finally given his test papers back to him, knowing he has full marks yet again. "I've got to show this to Ichi-nii and (Y/N)! They'll be so proud."

- Saburo doesn't have that many friends, so he's always appreciative of you that you'll accompany him around town to do errands or something mundane like that.

"Saburo nii-chan, let's go to the arcade today!"

"Eh, alright. Is there something you want to win?"

"Yes, that plushie over there!"

"Alright, here goes...!"

He actually ends up getting the plushie you want to your surprise.

- Cares a lot about you. Is always happy to see you come out of school as he picks you up. Asks about your day, and is always listening to you on whatever you have to say.

- If you want a piece of his lunch, he’ll immediately say no though. He’ll just buy you your own lunch.

- Is probably the brother that doesn't hug you as much or show too much affection. However, if you're deeply upset about something, he'll hug you without hesitation. And if he's extremely worried about you, and hasn't seen you all day, he will run up to you for a tight hug, then flick your head hard.

- Yet he won't say no if you want a piggyback from him. So most of the affection comes from your side.

- When it's time to go to bed, he acts like the annoying brother. He opens the door to your room, stare at you for a bit before leaving the door open.

"Saburo nii-chan! Close the door!"

"Nah."

- He's just joking though, so he ends up coming back to close it. He'll say goodnight to you and you'll say it back.

- Even when the two of you are close in age, you still call him 'nii-chan'. He finds it cute, and he hopes you won't stop calling him your big brother.

- Your big brother that you admire and respect despite his annoyingness. You can trust him with a lot of things and you appreciate how he is always willing to help you out.

Ultimately, you love your three older brothers very much, and you can never live without them.

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[xelmokidx]

Hii can I request headcanons on how Ray from Mid90s would be like as an older brother with the reader as his little sister? I feel like he'd be the type to tease his little sibling and act like they're a baby even tho there's only a 2 year age gap- I feel like he'd be fun to gossip with aswell, the insults he'd pull out about people you have beef with would probably be SO funny

omg this is soo cuteeeeeeeee

ray x f!platonic!sibling!reader

So freaking protective it’s insane

like he will not leave you alone with any boy ever

maybe the group, like they are def an exception

((but not fuckshit, he’s way too horny))

teasing is always and forever

“ur short” “:(“

when you try to do it back he just laughs it off

but sometimes when you actually do a good burn, he is equally impressed and offended

Ray-“I mean you are a young stupid kid, no wonder why you look like that.”

-Y/n-“ damn, I can’t believe your ugly and mean, pick a struggle asswipe”

ray-“🤯”

will always call you a baby

whether it’s derogatory or not

if you fall and cry , you’re a baby

if you are talking to someone you are vibing with and want to date, you can’t, you’re only a baby

it gets to a point where the rest of the group starts to call you a baby( with fuckshit calling you babygirl as a way to flirt)

trying teach you to skate when you guys where younger

but you sucked, so he stopped trying to teach you

(you where so saddened by the fact that he stopped teaching you that he gave you thirty dollars( which was his life savings) and promised that you could hang out with his friend sometimes)

((you never stopped hanging out with his friends))

you have sad puppy dog eyes that will change any decision he has into your favor

They also work on every single one of the boys

you, Stevie and Ruben complain about being the youngest kids in the group

hanging out with Estée and asking for girl stuff bc you have a stupid skater older brother and all of you guys’ conjoined friends are guys you have no clue about anything girly

speaking on girl stuff, the day you got your period for the first time was in front of the boys

they literally thought you were dying

ray was so concerned and started to cry

you where also terrified but you knew that all girls went through this cycle

you called Estée to help you and she explained everything to them

I like to thing that the reader is sorta popular at school, which is contrary to ray who only hangs out with fuckshit and fourthgrade in school

gossiping w/ ray after school at the nearby taco shop 🔛🔝‼️‼️

him actually being interested but acting like he doesn’t care is so funny to me omg

will buy you any little random thing that remind him of you

You being on fourthgrades films seems so cute to me hold on

like he’ll be filming you and ray coming like “wtf are you doing get that camera off of my baby sister”

and you are equally parts touched by his protectiveness and annoyed

okay that’s all I cnat think up rn

plsssssss send more request im begging 🙏

[sehodreamsthoughts]

i’m having a sungchan brainrot day and he always radiates.. would fuck u so hard it hurts type of roughness.. like irl it’s not fun but in theory cervix fucking is kinda hot yeah🫣🫣 he’s so hot it hurts me and i just know he’s big… 🤕🤕 i need him so bad my new hc with him is single dad sungchan with a daughter and he meets u and u get along really well with his daughter (thinking possibly ur some type of teacher for her and sungchan doesn’t like you at first but he tolerates u because his daughter adores u) but idr think about having another kid with him or anything cuz not to get too personal but im not a “big fan” of pregnant reader n pregnancy and stuff in fics.. im okay with breeding kink stuff but that’s about as far as it goes for me most of the time

do u wanna tell me more about ur wonbin dream?🤭🤭 also divorced dad eunseok sounds kinda🫠🫠 /pos.. i so see that sort of idea with someone like fuma too although i think of more like established businessman.. with a wife.. for fuma and reader is not his wife 🫣

- 🥟 anon

I'm also not a big fan of pregnancy 😭, I love breading kink but I can't read pregnant reader 💀

Oh god, Sungchan with a daughter that is the light of his life, he would be so tired, a bit grumpy of how tired he is, hiding it pretty well from his daughter but having a hard time with you who notices everything. You'd ask him if he needs anything only from his tired eyes, and he'd be so rejecting because he doesn't have time for anything else with his busy life. Still, the minute you step into his house with your comfy clothes and he hears the echo of your voice in his living room he KNOWS why he was so rejecting. You're so fucking pretty he feels a sudden warmness filling him, recognizing the long forgotten sensation of wanting.

He thinks it is useless to feel all that since you're so young and you have so many things to do with the freedom he doesn't have anymore.

However, he doesn't know how he got into that position. His daughter had forgotten to cancel your class, not being at home, and he had invited you in only to give you a cup of coffee before sending you your way. Somehow, you'd be over his kitchen counter, showing him a little wound you had, not minding that you were lifting your long skirt to your knee, and then, teasingly, like a sincere joke, going further to your thigh.

"Do you think it's funny to tease an old man like me?" He'd say, looking away.

He doesn't enjoy being a joke, but hearing your laugh in his kitchen makes him so happy. He feels young again, and before he notices it he's already between your thighs, taking your face between his hands and not letting you go until you become the joke with how much you're squirming under the hands of an experienced man.

Everything is rough, fast, and crude. He doesn't take any of your clothes, just moving your underwear to the side and pushing his fingers to prepare you. When you ask him to just put it in he answers with a "Such a smart girl doesn't know what patience is" and a hand on your throat to make you stay in your place, "I guess you'll be the one receiving a lesson today".

You thought for a second that he was all words, until he proved you that indeed, with him you'd be learning about patience. He's torturing you with the slow pace of his fingers fucking you. He makes scissoring motions to make you relax, and it doesn't matter how much you beg him to just fuck you, he doesn't give in.

He's a serious man— a real man, able to contain any urge to make sure you take him good.

Later you understand how important the virtue of patience is. He's so big you cling to his shoulders, biting your lip to not cry of pain because that pain feels so good you don't care that you're going against your limits at accepting such a big cock inside you. Also, the way he makes you feel so secure in his arms, an assurance not any of the dumb boys you've fucked before in your life had. He's not softer than them, and he's so deep you know he's ruining you for any other man, but you don't care. Jung Sungchan fucks so good, you don't care that he has a daughter, a daughter that is your student, or that he's slightly older than you, even less how ungroomed he looks some mornings when he leaves his daughter under your care.

Who would care when the man can push your legs higher and knows exactly the perfect spot to thrust at to make your mind go numb.

Okay single dad!Sungchan is so hot, I have a weakness for DILF!Riize 😭

Oh god my dream, it was an intense one, I can even remember it now because I felt the pain even when I woke up 💀

I'll write it as a you narration because I feel weird using the first person 😭

TW: NONCON

You were deep asleep, tired of your exhausting routine, when you felt something pushing your legs open. You couldn't decipher what it was, or who, letting them do it before drifting back to sleep. You were so tired, nothing could really wake you up.

However, such pain would wake anyone up.

You opened your eyes and left a painful sound out when your walls were forced open by it, hard and thick, not giving you a second to think before it went all the way in.

In the darkness of the room you could recognize his longish hair, his slim figure, even his plush pout shooing you so you didn't make too much noise.

It was definitely him.

"Wonbin, it hurts" you hissed, closing your eyes again because you wanted to cry, "please pull out, please" you begged, one of your hands going to his strong abdomen to push him away.

Your nails scratched him by accident, and you apologized for marking his perfect skin.

"it's okay" he reassured you in a whisper, sliding his member out to then shove it all inside again, obliging a cry to leave your lips and your teeth to recklessly press against each other.

"it hurts!" There was no sign of pleasure in your voice, or in your body. Taking him should be, by what everyone says, a blessing, but the shattering pain filling your body made it impossible to describe as that.

He didn't stop. Your hands were useless at pushing him away, and your legs trembled, begging to shut and not let him stay between them anymore. You couldn't even breathe, air not filling your lungs before going out, searching for a way to relieve your body unconsciously.

The sounds leaving him were so different to yours. He left soft sighs, calm, placid, and his head fell back when he found exactly the rhythm he liked the most, even more, in a tightness he never thought he could enjoy.

When you were awake you had pushed him away so many times with the same words, he was afraid he couldn't feel the satisfaction of having you anymore.

If only you could enjoy it too.

The burning sensation when he finally pulled out made you doubt you could find that bliss ever again.

[lemmy0nade]

Helping hand

Warnings: contains smut,innocent x experienced trope, friends with benefits?

Summary- your friend group is hanging out at your house when your friend pokes fun at you for never having good sex dabi takes it upon himself to change that

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“Oh shut up!” You yell,laughing out at rin, a close friend of yours after she makes fun of the fact you dated your ex boyfriend.

You hear a few snickers between your friends,rin,dabi and Cody,all remembering your joke of an ex boyfriend .

“Nah cause you know damn well he’s the reason you never got good sex tho! Rin states in response

“Fr though that guy gave me the ick the second I met him.” Cody chimes in, dabi agreeing.

“Ya ya he was pretty bad” you laugh.

A few hours have passed, rin left your place a while ago, Cody now following.

“Aight see you guys soon!” Cody yells collecting himself to leave.

As soon as the door shut dabi looks over at you. “Never had good sex huh?” He states teasing you.

“I mean I’ve ok sex I’ve just never completely enjoyed it I guess.” You say in response after realizing that you’ve never talked about that sort of thing with him

As close as you guys were it’s always been a tough subject for you, always to bashful to speak of. You’ve only had sex with the ex you were speaking of earlier, and it was pretty underwhelming.

He laughs at you, flustered you ask why

“What type of dumbass would give a girl like you an underwhelming time?” He questions

“What do you mean a girl like me?” You respond with

“Y/N, have you seen yourself?” He asks inching closer

Your eyes meeting with his blue orbs, suddenly feeling yourself clench around nothing. You subtlety rub your thighs together at the thought of him showing you a better time, your actions not going unnoticed by dabi

“What getting worked up already?”he teases

“W-what?! I didn’t-I don’t, I never said anything!! You say getting more flustered

“You don’t have to princess.” He says

Internally screaming at the nickname, you don’t even realize how close you’ve gotten to him.

All of a sudden feeling lips on yours, shocked at first but give in.

“Is this okay Y/N?” He asks pulling away

You nod, going back to the kiss. He prods his tongue into your mouth, fighting for dominance and succeeding.

He picks you up at presses you up against you living room wall

“Can I help you out?” He asks

“W-with what?” You ask shyly knowing exactly what he’s getting at

“Showing you how you should’ve been treated by him.” He blankly states

“Please..” you practically moan out

With that he lifts you up once again and brings you to your bedroom kissing the whole way there. Laying you down on your bed while taking off his shirt, you start squirming, rubbing you thighs together again in anticipation.

He shoves his knee in between you thighs

“I’m sorry did I give you permission to relieve yourself?” He asks like a genuine question.

“N-no I’m sorry, it just hurts…I need you.” You whine

“Oh really?You need me?” He asks

“Mh-yes”

“Take this shit off and beg for it then.” You says pulling on you shirt

With that you hurry to take off your clothes, seeing them only as obstacles in your way to getting what you’ve wanted for so long.

“Please will you touch me know…?” You cry out to him

“The fuck did I tell you? BEG for it.”he says grabbing onto your hair towering above your needy body sprawled out on the bed.

“I-Im sorry I’m sorry I just wa-I need you so bad it hurts. So please pretty please fuck me, fuck me so good. I need you dabi.”

“Good girl” he says

With that he can’t contain himself anymore grabbing his length from his boxers. Looking down at your shocked face, he chuckles.

You find your face getting closer to his dick, observing every vein and curve. You hold onto in realizing its weight, length and girth.

“D-dabi..? Ho-how will that even BEGIN to fit in me? You ask genuinely

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you pretty girl.” He responds

He then opens up up legs,laying one down and the other on his shoulder

“Are you still okay with this princess?”

You nod

“You need to use your words, you need to tell me.”

“God-fuck yes just please I need you already!”

With that he lines up his tip,slamming in half of his dick.

“Auhghfhfuck fuck dabi!!” You scream

“Jesus Y/N your fucking tight, you relly weren’t treated right huh?”

“No but please please just use me!”

He slams the rest of himself in you starting at a slow pace moving in and out.hearing you repeatedly moan at each thrust, he picks up the pace.

He thrusts into your core hitting you g-spot, hearing you scream in response

“AHUH FUCK FUCK RIGHT THERE!”

He starts to continuously rut into the spot, moving one hand over to rub circles around your pussy and the other up to fondle you breast getting you to keep screaming for him.

“I’m gonna! Fuck I’m gonna cum, let me cum, I’ve been so good for you!” You plea

“Right behind you sweetheart, you can cum on my dick hun.” He says calmly smirking at what he’s done to you

“FU-AGuhhhsh I’m cumming!” You scream squirming under dabi

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” He groans feeling you cream on him

“Fuck im close- fuck taking my dick so well!” He pulls out cumming on your stomach and tits, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he leaves the room.

“Oh..he’s leaving.” You think to yourself, as a sense of guilt runs over your body after being fucked by one of your best friends.

Your thoughts being interrupted as he walks back into your room wearing his sweatpants, with a cup of water in hand and washcloth in the other.

You feel relieved that he’s still here, dabbing off your sensitive hole with a warm washcloth after putting the water on you bedside, after he finishes cleaning you up he grabs a pair of underwear and a shirt from your closet for you to wear.

“Thank you dabi” you say kissing him on the forehead after he sits down next to you, him smiling back at you, feelings of contentness replacing the guilt. Cuddling with dabi, your best friend, who just fucked your guts.

[kamoism]

CAUGHT UP.

pairing: bronx native!connie x black fem!yn

synopsis: running your mouth while drunk with connie wasn’t your brightest idea.

word count: 1.1k

author’s note: it’s been a year & a half since publishing my hobo eren smut so please enjoy bronx connie fucking your shit up ((:

content warning: dirty talk (eng & spa), big dick!connie, cervix kissing, he’s a lil mean, creampie, mirror fucking, backshots, rough sex, praise, degradation, thumb in booty action (my fav), floch lol, implied masturbation, recording, choking, dumbification, probably many typos of mine

another moan left your lips as connie drove his dick deeper than the last stroke, nudging against your cervix with a nasty wet squelch before he pulled back out and let his tannish-brown dick rest between your fat asscheeks. the cream that coated it made him wanna nut, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

you on the other hand were shaking like a leaf from your other relentless orgasms, using this time to try and shuffle away from his demon dick before he snatched you back towards him.

“why you running ma? you told me i was too pussy to do something, right?” his accent was thick and low in your ear, making you clench around the cool air in your room. you knew connie was never one to back down from anything especially when involving you, but the drinks you had at the party earlier made you want to be testy with him.

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the fuck??

why is floch mad close to you y/n 😐

you

1 thing you not is what? 🧏🏾‍♀️ say it w/ me: my nigga.

sheluvspringer

don’t ever fix your fingers to type that dumbass shit to me again y/n.

& floch? you need to do better🙎🏽‍♂️

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make me? oh okay!

you ain’t on shit, you mad pussy bye

floch could do the shit you do & then some BYE LMFAOOOO 😭😭

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and damn here you are now, getting fucked up. his nails digging into your waist made you squirm around, whining from the back of your throat cause you didn’t have time for his games, you wanted to keep going.

“c-connie please! ‘m sorry ‘m sorry ‘m sorry, won’t do it again please fuck me..!”

connie looked down at you, grabbing the base of his dick before guiding his tip over your wet slit slowly while tapping at it, almost twitching from the noises your pussy made and the strings that connected to him. he really did want to keep going, but he wasn’t feeling too nice at the moment and enjoyed your begging for his dick.

“tu coño está goteando ahora mismo. floch no puede follarte así, ¿verdad, nena?”

his spanish accent had your toes curling especially when you knew he said some foul shit. most times you’d be able to understand some of what he said, but your mind was too hazy around the fact that he was already already sliding back into your dripping entrance at a swift pace, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

connie lifted your head slightly, his tatted left hand wrapping itself around your neck to squeeze with his cool chain resting on your back. you caught the sight of yourself in your mirror and it was nasty; your bonnet was sliding off your head, drool was pooling at the side of your lips, your pierced nipples were out and hard with dark ass hickies scattered all over your chest, and connie was staring right at you while slowing his pace, making your pussy clench cause he was too fine.

toes curling and stomach locking up, your closed your eyes and let out a cry, his tip nudging your cervix again while you let out a couple of wet queefs. his laughs and heavy breaths filled the room as he slowed down, letting go of your throat before sitting back up to get a view of his creamed covered cock sliding out. “fuck, i’m digging you out that good mama?”

before you got the chance to answer, he thrusted back in and made you queef again, mumbling, “matter fact, hush up for me.” before letting spit gather on his tongue then letting it drop onto your asshole, using his free thumb to rub it around in time with his harsh paces again.

the male reached over and grabbed his phone, beginning to record with the flash on so he could see better for when he wants to watch on his own time, pointing it at your ass. if anyone else was in the room, all they would hear is ass clapping loudly against his hips, your winces and moans, and even his own moans and grunts.

“tell floch who’s treating your pussy right, bonita. tell him who.” he seethed, thrusts becoming harsher while you gasped and tried to push against connie’s stomach, but it didn’t work since he had his thumb hooked into your ass to pull you back.

“you better take all this dick, i’m not fucking playing with you.”

butterflies erupted in your tummy once you heard the lust and seriousness in his tone, moving your hands out the way before responding to his request the best you could, words coming out choppy and high pitched. “f-uck! you con- haah~! ‘m so close please please please ‘m sorry!”

“thereeeee we go, such a good girl for me aren’t you? should i let you cum?” a switch went off in your head as soon as you heard the word “cum”, babbling and begging getting louder. connie closed his eyes and felt his balls tighten up, signaling his release was close while also moaning from the warmth of your gummy walls squeezing his dick so good.

he pulled his thumb out to slap your ass roughly, pushing you further into the bed before setting the phone down to keep it recording, both hands resting on your hips before speeding his pace up, heavy balls repeatedly slapping your sensitive clit.

“cum with me baby, make a mess all over my dick.”

connie jabbed at your spot one last time, making your body lock up and tighten before whining loudly with tears running down your face as you creamed all over him. his thrusts slowed down to an eventual stop, moaning all kinds of spanish curses as he nutted inside.

he wasted no time in grabbing the phone, staring at it. “leave us the fuck alone.” and stopped the recording, ditching it before leaning down to wipe your tears and press soft kisses to your face.

“i’m right here pretty, you good?”

on floch’s end . . .

his phone dinged, making him raise a brow as he put his pencil down and went to open his messages, breath getting caught in his throat once he seen your ass getting fucked in the thumbnail. floch scrambled to find his airpods, putting them in his ears before pressing play and was already digging his hand in his sweats.

once floch saw connie’s strokes get rougher and your ass bubbling up each time, his dick grew harder while the tip became a soft pink color and began to leak precum out, his cheeks turning red from arousal before letting out a shaky breath.

yeah, he wasn’t getting work done no time soon.

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[charmed-asylum]

Excuse me for this chapter for how long this shit was had me screaming every curse word I know to man and some. Shit I think I was possessed bc some words wasn’t even in English. But that’s what u do to me got me talking I’m tongue. I just where to start where to start.

I mean where to bloody start in the fresh prince of hell!!

Let’s start w the lovely ALL BY MY SELF MONTAGE Vibe poor girl was dealing with. She literally was going tho this w a LB ish tone to it in my head.

She then goes and do everything she can do get Jensen to listen I mean how much self respect you have not only for the reader but for ur self to think the way you are. AINT YOU A FUCK COMPUTER GENUS TO KNOW WHAT CAN N CANT BE FABRICATED bc even my vintage typing ass can figure two and two together doesn’t equal a donkey ass but oh well I guess I ace COMMON SENSE 101. All while she goin tho it this son of cat bitch wanna taunt her he not worth it nah bitch man at this point ain’t worth it. Shit little picture w a in my mind cut and tape over another face of u works like oh here the worst clip art 📎 I’m talking 98 word clip art shit and he takes it. Look I know I ain’t making sense but this shit got me next level and I’m sure I’m talking to myself but look 👀 this shit too much ( way to good I’m having heart pain just thinking about it) and she goes does a lovely little at the window shit pleads w him and he wanna be a B I T C H like not even a question tho to prove he ain’t a dummy no shack the head and dip well sir ur as dumb as a bunch of rocks and ur parents should be very glade ur waste there money and eggs and sperm on your dumb ass. Sad part he might show up to her getting attack and maybe rape and he gonna cry and be all see u use me nah bitch u don’t see her crying stop and Steve lookin like a cartoon villain. Ahhhh I’m mad lord I am mad.

SHE LITERALLY GOES I DIDNT DO IT TELL U THE TRUTH EVEN AS FAR LIKE I WAS GONNA give myself to u as my first and he slam the widow on her . sorry no nah I know what ur sayin I just need time MO SLAM THE WINDOW W OUT SPEAKIN. And im not gonna lie I gave it a chance like maybe it be like some movie and next part he runs after her but he doesn’t NOT DO THAT SHIT. Excuse me who gave u the right to be that much a little bitch ahhh I can’t lord forgive me for I wanted to slap the sight back into this man.

Then Steve come tho out the shadows. Like a click and paste shit . Like u don’t got no life u been waiting in side line like a damn weirdo I can’t. Where the campus security or what not she having a heated convo runs around a building or some shit. No CAMPUS SECURITY like damn I know they can’t do much but shine a light into Steve eyes blow that whistle til his ears bleed roll him over in ur little golf cart scooter or something. Nah probably sniffing some donuts power up the nose. He waited for her and just wow okay it’s Steve but how many times could someone do this to a girl like I’m horny let me wait and push my way into the dorm. He so sick he literally waited for her to be alone and not alone but alone and broken and it’s a fuckin game of delight like yup merry Christmas to me really really nah don’t bring the birth of Christ into this crazy ass dream u got. She begs him and he laugh shows no remorse she runs ( got that run scene had me on my knees w my rose Mary beads eyes rolled back splashing holy water and talking into tongues) then the end THE END GIRL BLACK OUT AND IT WAS ANOTHER DAY when I came back to it. Like I’m just what did she really do mmm what am I forgetting that happen that is something let’s be realistic u could not see coming oh u like so u me and bed rockin and she was supposed to be like do me now Dr. Steve Rogers hahaah boy u dreaming a crack head dream no u can’t tell me that so what and u do and say that lord ROOOOO PLEASE 🙏 tell me I’m not crazy @darkficsyouneveraskedfor bc this chapter had me crying and screaming

One False Move

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Warnings: dark elements, some sexiness in this.

Note: this is what yall asked for, remember that.

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Jake ignores every text and every call. When you pull up his Insta, you find yourself blocked. The last revelation crushes you, sending you into a tailspin and your bed. You burrow under the comforter and cry yourself to a restless sleep.

When you wake up, the sun is still down. It's not even four in the morning. You've never felt like this. So hollow and heavy at once. You drag yourself out of bed and make yourself drink a cup of instant coffee that makes your stomach rot.

You sit at the kitchen table in your empty dorm and hold your head. It's all a mistake, just lies. Professor Rogers knew what he was doing and it worked so well. Why didn't Jensen believe you? He knows better, he should've listened.

Your despair turns to anger and frustration. You don't know why you wasted your time. You get up and rinse out your mug before shuffling back to bed. Well, at least you have groceries for the break. You can make what you bought last a while. You're going to have to.

You lay down and try to fall back asleep. You drift in and out but feel worse as the window pales to a dim grey. The winter morning chills you and keeps you nestled under the blankets. It's only the urgent need that draws you out to the bathroom.

You're more away as you return to your room and grab your phone, stomach wobbly with anxious hope. No replies from Jensen, but a message from a private number.

'He's not worth it.'

You know who it is. He can hide his number but you know he's taunting you. What does he want? He's already ruined everything.

You ignore him and put your phone down. You think of putting a video on your laptop but that just makes you miss Jake even more. He should be here waking up with you. Last night should've been the best night of your life.

Maybe...

You get dressed before you let the thought break through clearly. It's desperate and stupid but you're not going to give up. You zip up your coat and shove your feet into your boots, pulling a toque onto your head. You grab your keys and phone and leave your lonely dorm behind.

The pavement is trimmed with frost and in some places, patches of ice crack under your treads. You keep your hands in your pockets as you chatter, walking with purpose along the curving paths. You stop in front of Jensen's building and look up. He's not going to answer your messages and you can't get in on your own, so you'll have to get creative.

You grab a pebble and count the windows. You're pretty sure it's that one. You huck the stone and it pings off the frame. From your side, it sounds pretty loud. You wait, nothing. You do it again. Several times before the window above opens.

Shit, you were close.

Jensen pokes his head out and lets out a huff that clouds in front of him, "go away--"

"Jake, please, just listen. You know I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that. Not with him."

"Pfft, come on, I'm not an idiot."

"Ugh, what did I ever do to make you believe I would--"

"I don't know. Late office meetings, sending me texts about staying late then calling it off, sounds like cold feet to me."

You lean your head back and whine, "he did that, okay? He took my phone--"

"Convenient story."

"Jake!" You holler, "why can't you see I'm telling the truth? I... you were going to be my first."

He just stares, quiet. You feel yourself wilt. He shakes his head and pulls back, disappearing behind the frame and slamming the pane down. There's your answer.

You turn slowly on your heel. Your eyes well and you quickly flick away your tears. Happy Holidays, indeed.

📚

You're in no rush to get back to your dorm, even with cold nipping at your cheeks. You don't care. You have nothing to look forward too. You waited weeks for your break, to spend time with your boyfriend alone, and now you have nothing.

Typical. Just your luck. Even the wafting aromas of the cafe can't tempt you in as you pass. You carry on, keeping your head down outside the English building, and tramp along in a glum fog. Your feet carry you without a thought, the path etched into your mind and muscles. You look up at the familiar brick facade and fish out your keys.

It's frighteningly still and quiet outside. Most of campus is home and happy, but here you are. You pull out the keyring and scan your fob on the censor. The door beeps and you open it, puttering inside reluctantly.

Suddenly you feel the door open wider and you're shoved forward. You trip as someone skirts in behind you and pulls the heavy barrier shut with a clang. You throw your arms out and steady yourself, turning to face the unceremonious intruder.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's got you down?" Steve asks as he stands tall, hooking his thumbs in his pockets.

"What the hell? Get out? What are you doing--"

"Shhhh," he puts his finger to his lips, "listen."

You blink and hush, listening to the empty hall. What? It's quiet. There's... no one there. The epiphany strains your face as he smirks.

"That's right, sweetie, just you and me," he takes a step closer and you back up. "Sounds like a merry Christmas to me."

"No..." you exhale as you retreat along with his advance, "get away--"

"You can't spend the holidays alone," he says with dripping sympathy, "what kind of man-- boy would abandon you like that?"

"Stop," you hold a hand up, "Steve, you're scaring me."

"Well, baby," his cheek dimples, "you've hurt me so I think I get to return that favour."

He lunges and you stumble backwards, hitting the wall and rolling out of his way. You turn and race down the hallway, pumping your arms wildly. You surpass the elevator and yank open the door to the stairwell. You hear him behind you. He's close.

You grab the railing and swing yourself around, kicking over each step frantically as you struggle not to fall on your face. You're dizzy as you turn up the next flight and the next. Your lungs burn as you feel yourself slowing. You hear him, footsteps echoing up towards you.

You burst onto your floor and fumble with your keys desperately. You can't get a steady grip as you search for the key to your door. Finally, you slide it into the slot as the stairwell door clicks. You hurry inside but as you go to shut the door, it stops short of the frame.

You squeak as Steve gives the door a jolt and flings you back easily. You cry out as he enters and blocks you into the narrow hall that adjoins the rooms. You raise an arm, shielding yourself as your knees shake.

"Please, Steve," you beg as he shuts the door behind him.

"Oh, you don't have to say please, sweetie, I'll give you exactly what you need," he grabs your arm and pulls you close, "I told you, the minute you think you're alone, I'll be there."

[z3nitsusgf]

hi val! i just had a thought about the homelander and i absolutely need to share it with you because im going to explode

dont you think homelander is the type of guy to just put the tip in?? he wants to make you work for it. he likes seeing the way the tip is spearing you open.

he loves seeing the way you whimper when he enters and he just grins devilishly. he loves the way squirm beneath him and with the way hes holding you down, youre not moving much. he wants to hear you beg for it!!! he wants to see you all needy and he wants to know that only he can satisfy your needs.

and if youre on top, he'll just hold you up as just the tip of his cock is inside you and you cant sink down further? he sees you tear up in frustration and he coos at you in such a mocking way.

'need my cock that badly? is that it?' -🦋

cw: nsfw, teasing, doing it raw <3, dumbification… yeah, homelander is his own warning

You don’t know how long he’s been toying with you. All you know is he’s being mean about it. Snarky and condescending with the way he teases you.

“I dunno, I just don’t think you can take it.” Homelander trails, holding your wrists to the mattress while he pretends to contemplate it.

“I can, promise I can.”

The tip of his cock opens you up, he doesn’t go any farther. Homelander adores how you cry, loves it. When you’re desperate and pliant, begging him. You can’t do much but hump your hips up into him, whining when he laughs in your face.

“Aww, you’re so fucking desperate I almost feel bad.” He smiles at the way you frown, he hears your sniffles and the way you wiggle your hips. You’re so wet it coats the inside of your thighs and soaks down to his sheets, he hasn’t even done anything yet.

Homelander let’s the underside of his length smear across your folds, the leaking cherry-red tip catching your clit. He’s not letting you squirm away. Your thighs twitch in his palms and you can feel the way the veins running along the length of his cock pulse.

“Please, John-“ you say his name so breathily, so prettily - practically sobbing. He can’t help but groan, head rolling as he listens to you bleat like a sheep. You’re just so gorgeous, with wet lashes looking up at him with teary eyes that shine under the glow of his bedroom lamps, laid across the silk bedsheets. Sweaty and damp with your own slick.

You open your legs up more, hooking your calves around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. Trying to get him to push in. He doesn’t go any farther, just letting the fat tip part your folds, dipping in an inch and then pulling out. He grins at the way you go crazy for absolutely nothing. Mouth parting as he runs the head along your slit and pulls out to rut against you.

“Come on, you can do better than that. Really beg for it.” He’s mocking, clear-blue eyes almost black with how much his pupils have dilated. Just an icy ring of fire that looks down at you from above. His smirk is killer, absolutely lethal. He’s daring you to try and get it yourself, without his help.

“I mean you say you need it that bad. But I don’t believe you.” He’s fake-pouting, bottom lip pushed out as he frowns at you. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” 

You scrape your hands along his mattress, pleading with him.

“I do, need you really bad. Need your cock, John please. Please-“

You’re falling apart at your seams, you’re embarrassed to admit how much you need him. How much you want him. He’s all sun-blood charisma, lean and poignant. Looming over you like dark sandstorm clouds. You’re turned inside out by the ache, the hunger. 

When Homelander catches the crack in your voice, the way it lumps from your drooling mouth - he knows you’ve had enough. You beg like something broken and it makes him think you’re the most perfect thing on this planet. 

“Okay, okay.” He laughs, reaching a bare hand down to swipe your glossy bottom lip, something tender-like. Sparing a glance at the sticky mess that coats his cock, he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

“Christ, you’re a fucking mess.” 

He’s in awe with how soaked you are, flattered by it really. Homelander slides his arms down the curve of your waist, stopping to squeeze your tits. Coming down to hook your legs up and over his shoulders, sliding the nook of his elbows around your knees. 

“You sure you can take it? I mean, you always bitch about how it’s too much.” He turns his head to kiss at your ankle, nipping the skin. His canines dig into your flesh, just a bit too sharp. He’s still rutting the length of his cock against your cunt, ignoring the tremor in your legs and the way you try to squeeze your thighs to get more pressure on it. You flounder, near insanity with his small affections. 

“Yes, can take it. I will, I’ll take it all for you.” You promise, swearing up and down that you won’t complain. 

Homelander smiles, flashing you those pearly-whites with pure cunning tact. He’s got you right where he needs you; hook, line, and sinker. He doesn’t even warn you, or give you time to process the change before he’s pulling his hips back and spearing you open. Letting himself bottom-out in one quick pump.

“Oh, look at you.”

Eyes half-mooned as he watches your lips part into that pretty O shape, tummy clenching as your eyes rolling back. He presses deep, hips flushed against the back of your thighs. You feel so good, so tight and wet and fuck- he needs to do this more often. Making you wait gets you needy, and you get impossibly tighter, fucking gripping him like a vice.

You tremble, shaking slightly as he leans forward, the pull of your muscles burn as he plants his hands on the sides of your head. The stretch is so good, aches and makes you pant with how much he makes room in your cunt. You place your palms on his hips, nails futilely trying to dig into his skin.

“Don’t tell me you’re giving out already, we haven’t even started.”

He tsks, loving how you get misty eyed against him. You’re pulsing around him, walls trying to fucking suck him in for all he’s worth. You shake your head, all too worried he’ll pull out and toy with you for the rest of the night - he’s done it before. But you’re getting a little dumb with how good it feels, feeling your walls shape around his cock.

He’s smiling, big and wide. Homelander gives you kiss to your jaw before he’s drawing his hips back and snapping forward. He mocks the face you make, practically giggling at the way you hold onto his biceps and just moan.

“Man, you’re really, fuck you’re tight, desperate tonight.” He huffs over your mouth, swallowing each mewl and whine that spills from you. Kissing you till your mouth is swollen and drooly, licking stripes up your neck. Nipping at the skin.

Each time he pushes back in, lewd squelches from your pussy fill the air. You coat him, making his cock shiny with your slick and his pre. He doesn’t waver or slow, rapidly bringing you up and up and up. Hitting so far, so deep in your cunt. That soft gooey patch that you can never reach by yourself, that he knows about and angles his hips more to get you to truly yelp.

“John, I’m gonna, gonna-“ you can’t even speak with how cemented your tongue, damp with sweat and sticky down to the sheets. The wetness makes it easier for him to slide in, to pound down and have you seeing stars.

“Go ahead, m’not stopping you.” He breathes against your ear, lifting his head so he can witness how you cum. Legs practically boneless over his shoulders, your cunt clamps around him like something vicious. You dig your nails into his skin as best you can, tummy clenching as you spasm and gush. Homelander groans, hips stuttering and fists clenching into the mattress.

“Fuck, fuck- holy fuck.” You can feel how he presses as deep as he can, letting himself empty inside you. It somehow gets impossibly wetter when he cums, sticky white coating the length of him when he pulls out. Finally letting your legs drop as he lowers his head to watch the way you drip with him.

You’re aching, pelvis sore and you’re swollen. You’re so sensitive that when he brushes his fingers along the length of you, you jolt. Knocking your knees together and wiggling up the bed to keep him from weaseling his way into your overworked pussy.

“Christ, you’re good.” He breathes out a hearty laugh. Smacking the outside of your thigh, adoring how you’re just quivering like live-wire. Your heart is starting to slow, the room smells of sex and sweat. You can hardly feel below your legs, eyelids drooping from how tired you are.

You’re more pliant after he’s made you cum, sweeter. Especially, when you’re so exhausted you don’t care that he nuzzles up next to you afterwards. Hooking himself over you, legs tangled and arms wrapped around your waist as he buries his face into your neck. Giving small wet kisses to your shoulder as you drift to sleep.

Homelander has never been happier.

[sebsxphia]

Okay, hear me out, sweetie 🙏

I imagine Hangman's parents being very strict and catholic, plus his father was also a pilot. As soon as they hear him saying "i have a girlfriend" they invite them for dinner.

Jake's parents keep asking how you met, how many dates you have been on and if you did the do, because they have taught him such stuff may happen just after the wedding.

Jake is very intimidated by them, especially by his father and lies "of course not, dad" and you're laughing internally because obv that's not true 😂 as a punishment, you decide to touch him under the table and watch him squirm while keeping poker face all along 😩😩😩

DEAR ANON, IM HEARING YOU OUT!!! all these sneaking around with friends and family thots are making my head SPIN

i ended up writing some headcanons for this, i hope you enjoy! 💌

main masterlist can be found here!

I think this makes a lot of sense for Jake and would explain his golden boy appearance, but also his cocky attitude he has when he’s not around his family. He’s just constantly wanted to rebel against his Father his whole life.

And you love seeing this side to him. He’s polite, well mannered, not throwing around jokes at anyones expense and he’s made an extra special effort with his appearance.

Jake made it very clear to you, “when they ask about our relationship, well tell them this and this only.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that fell from your lips, considering his cock was just buried in side of you, making you cry out when you came for the second time around his dick this morning.

When you’re sat at dinner and his parents have grilled every aspect and every date of your relationship, his Father asks the all important million dollar question, “and no sex until marriage correct?”

Jake had prepared you for this question, but you still couldn’t help sputtering on your wine.

Jake squeezed your hand under the table, nodding and holding back his cocky boy smile, “Yes, correct Father.”

And the hand under the table? Oh it’s over for Jake. He cannot shake the wide eyed expression passing across his face, panic setting in as he feels your delicate touch over his tailored crotch.

He covers his mouth with his hand, coughing to hide back the groan that is expected to escape his lips.

You decide to make it way, way worse for him. You can’t get enough of how tightly he’s squeezing your thigh and clenching his jaw.

Politely excusing yourself from the table, you send him a topless photo of your breasts from the bathroom. He nearly drops his glass when he checks his phone under the table.

Quickly typing back to you, “keep up like this, and you’re not coming tonight.”

DO I SENSE BRAT TAMER HANGMAN, I FUCKING DO

Coming back into the dining room, an innocent smile plastered across your face, you love the look of frenzied desire on his face. Fist clenched on the table.

His last straw is when you drag your fingertips over his crotch again, and he grips your wrist tightly, giving you a look that you only know has one meaning. You’re going to be begging for it tonight.

[char-chats]

Hashiras x Geisha Reader

✩ Headcanons ✩

ʚ you are a Geisha but people mistake you for being an Oiran ɞ

Geisha : A "Art Person" an entertainer who takes part in traditional singing, dancing and playing samisen along with the ability to make conversations. This is not to be confused with an Oiran (prostitute).

(Muichiro is aged up but there is no NSFW content)

Your were beautifully practicing the samisen while Shinobu was sitting near you hearing you play enjoying the music .

When in the distance you could see a young looking man making his way to you with a grin on his face.

You assumed he wanted to make friendly conversation. You greeted him with a warm smile as you usually would

He skipped the greeting and took his hand into yours and asked you to go back to his place you disgusted you weren't a Oiran

you politely said no be he kept insisting. You were becoming more scared as he was becoming more aggressive

"Come on ,I could give you more yen than you could ever imagine" he said reaching out to touch your hair.

When Shinobu quickly grabbed his wrist and twisted it outward making the man yelp in pain and in her usual sweet smile she said

"I think we're done here, apologize and leave if you don't you might go home with a broken wrist. "The man cried apologizing perfusely begging for her to let go. "Good" she let go and he quickly got up and ran.

shinobu turned to you taking her hand into yours "are you okay?" She said in cornered tone "yeah.. Just a little shaken up". She sighed "I think you need a break come on let's go get some food."

You nodded you head happily after that you never saw that man again.

You were on your break walking and talking with Uzui to a local cafe. It was quite busy at night and the beautiful bright lights made everything look like a movie

But that was all ruined when these two older men came up to you pushing Uzui out the way and surrounding you.

"You look beautiful", "Come on give us a pretty smile", "You could come back to our place and have some fun", "You look to pretty to be an Oiran"

It was one disgusting comment after another and Uzui was not having it

He stepped in front of you protectively the two men were taken a back. I mean he is 6'6" .

The two men boldly started throwing insults but both were quickly cut off with Uzui talking over them "You both are so pathetic talking to women in such disgustingly manner is very un-flashy"

Uzui took out his large nichirin blades and placed one blade under each of their chins

The men had fearful expressions and were regreting what they said.

"She a Geisha, don't ever let me catch you talking to women like that. If I do. You might not have hands to touch women with."

This was personal to Uzui he had three wifes! and he couldn't imagine what would happen if he caught anyone talking to his wifes like that.

"I-im sorry" one pleaded Uzui just sighed and put his blades away they both ran off into the crowd of endless people.

Uzui then turned his attention to you, you where tearing up trying not cry it was embarrassing and humiliating. "I'm sorry"

Was all Uzui could say as he hugged you tightly he made sure something like this was never going to happen again.

You where sitting outside the Okiya house breathing in some fresh air

While Rengoku went out to go grab some food for the both of you.

When in the corner of your eye you could see a couple walking up to you laughing *Aw I was just about to eat, guess it can't be helped*

You greeted the couple with a warm smile and they both greeted you as well.

But before you could ask them on what type of entertainment they would be interested in, the women held out a small bag of what you assumed to be full of yen.

"I'm sorry what is that?" you asked confused the man then put his hand on your shoulder as the women did the same.

"You know payment for us to have 'fun' with you" oh no you knew what they ment now, this happen almost everyday and you hated it.

"I'm sorry I'm not-" the women tugged on your Obi as the man hand reached out to touch your hair "come on, just a little fun".

When a familiar hand slapped his hand away and the women quickly let go as well not wanting the same treatment.

"Please do not touch her" Rengoku said in his normal loud tone the couple seem taken a back from his loud happy tone.

Rengoku now stepping in front of you the couple backed away in confusion.

"If you touch her again, things will go wrong, so please leave" The man stepped up "Shut up she just a-"

But was quickly cut off with Rengoku pulling out his sword out a little making the couple startled and run off quickly out of fear from seeing the sword.

Rengoku turned his attention to you "Are you okay?", "Did they hurt you?" You just looked at him and laughed and took his and into yours

"I'm okay, they weren't going to take me to there place" he looked at you and hugged you tightly

"Come on let's go eat" he said ,"okay! I'm super hungry!" You said happily Rengoku promised to himself that he wasn't ever going to let anyone mistake you for an Oiran again. You shouldn't be used to that.

You sighed as you walked out of the tea house with your apprentice you said your goodbyes as you both went your seperate ways, you were super tired

And all you wanted to do was go home, shower, eat, then go to sleep. That's when you felt a hand touch yours, you jumped back startled pulling your hand away from theres

While doing so. You came face to face with a young looking man greeting you with a 'friendly' smile "Oh did I startle you? I'm sorry" you took a breather

"Oh no that's fine I-", but you were quickly cut off by him "look I'm gonna get straight to it, your beautiful and I have money so let me take you to my place".

You looked at him confused you were starting to feel a little nervous it was late at night and with barely anyone around "I'm sorry, I don't do that" his friendly act dropped immediately

Grabbing your wrist harshly "Stop trying to act like you aren't a stupid whore!" You were taken a back you were tired mad, irritated, you just wanted to go home!

But a wave of relief was washed over you when the man was punched in the face by a familiar serpent pillar. The man fell onto the concret roughly he then looked up at Obanai holding his bruised cheek.

"What Oirans now have short bodyguards now-" Obanai kicked him in the mouth making him bleed immediately the man screamed holding his mouth. He got up and ran away crying faster than you've ever seen

Obanai then turned to you "Are you okay?" You looked at him a nodded your head and smiling "Yeah, Thank you I... I just want to go home I'm so tired" he nodded his head "Okay...lets go home" he took his hand into yours gently.

You don't know where he came from and you don't want to know your just grateful he was there.

It was a beautiful quiet night with lots of people walking around enjoying the beautiful scenery. After your work you decided to met up with Sanemi

You were excitingly telling him about your day telling him about your thoughts while dancing and how at one point you

Though you were going to mess up! He called you an idiot telling you of course you weren't going to mess up your the

Best of the best. But before you could respond a fat old man approached you nervously "Hey um.. How much?"

You looked at Sanemi then at the man "For a performance?" Hoping it wasn't what you were thinking. Sanemi was already irritated from the minute he approached you and with that question he just asked didn't help.

"No well you look really beautiful and you smell so good for an Oiran, and I want to take god care of you." At this point you were starting to get really uncomfortable and scared.

Sanemi was at the edge now, he was creepy as hell and of course he wasn't going to stand by and watch, "WHAT!? What kind of statement is that!? An Oiran! Are you fucking serious!?"

The old man stepped back out of fear Sanemi was shouting at him who wouldn't be scared "l-look I-", "Shut up she's a Geisha or are you so such a fucking diot that you can't tell!?" The nervous man

Then started to sob "okay I think thats enough! " you grabbed Sanemi's hand trying to drag him away but of course he tried to fight it.

The man just ran off sobbing it was honestly kind of sad, you looked at Sanemi with questionable look "You just mad a grown man cry.. " he looked at you "So!? He was being creepy as hell not my fault!" You began to laugh

You were just happy the situation didn't escalate any further.

Muichiro was walking you to the Tea house it was the beginning of your shift you were telling him how you didn't really get enough sleep last night

From all the Performances you did. And as always he would quietly listen and put his opinion here and there. As you

Were walking, you however did notice two older men across the street staring at you that's when one man whispered something into the other older man's ear and start to approach you.

Sure you were tired but you were nervous at was that sight, you tugged at Muichiros sleeve to alarm him he just nodded his head. Hopefully he didn't already forget that's when you felt a tug at your Obi and as you thought the two older men where there unfortunately. Muichiro quickly got in front of you

"Is that a boy or girl?" One said ,the other replyed "nah man they ain't got not chest or look like a Oiran.. But that pretty thing does" he said as he pointed at you

"Stop she's not what you think she is" Muichiro said in his usual monotone voice. "Come on its obvious!... unless you want join us" he grinned. He had never been so disgusted ,though his face did not show it.

Muichiro then pulled out his sword and point it at them "You both are disgusting,

know the difference before running your mouth"

Then he just grabbed you hand and pulled you away as the men shouted unless insults but did nothing. Of they wouldn't after

Muichiro point his sword at them, he promised to wait outside the tea house for you and he wasn't going to forget. You gave him a quick hug thanking him telling him you were going to buy him food later as gratitude and quickly running inside.

He smiled and nodded now all he had to do was wait.

Mitsuri was excitingly telling you about this really good place that she ate at the other day with Obanai.

You where laughing at how excited she was it was quite cute! As you both were walking you swore you heard extra pairs of footsteps following right behind you

You could tell that Mitsuri herd it as well because she quickly stopped talking.

She then shoved you forward almost making you fall flat on your face "Mitsuri wha-" she was face to face with a ugly old man ,she shoved you out of his grasp "Why are you following us!" Mitsuri said in a stern voice.

"Because you're a cutie but so it's your pretty little friend.. and I don't intend to pay for a useless whore tonight"

The ugly man then pulled out a large knife *pay!? Oh no im gonna die!* you thought , hiding behind Mitsuri.

Mitsuri not wanting to waste any more time got into a fighting stance the man laughed "pathetic little girl you can't-"but before

He couldn't finish his sentence before he was punched in the jaw and tell back hard "l-look I was just joking-", "Shut up!" Mitsuri practically screamed

Before punching him in the nose making him bleed this time the man dropped his knife quickly and running away.

She quickly turned to you holding your hand "Are you okay?! Im so sorry!" You gripped her hand lightly "I'm okay, Thank you". You giggled "You scared me a minute there"

She turned bright red "No! I was trying to scare him not you!" You laughed louder you were so glad you had her.

You yawned as you left the exclusive restaurant your social battery was low so much drinking, talking, dancing, and music.

"Are you tired? You can come back to my place" you smiled and nodded your head

you've slept over Giyuu's house before from being to exhausted and not wanting to walk back to your own place .

As you stoped at a corner waiting for the wait button to tell you to go, you noticed a young looking man was already there.

In the corner of your eye you could see him looking you up and down like he was contemplating on talking to you. "50000 yen" ($365.11)

You looked at him "excuse me what?", now looking at you he said " 50000 for me to take you home, he looks like he isn't so good in bed" pointing at Giyuu.

Giyuu just had a stale face "excuse me what!?", "Ugh Damn no need to get bitchy I'm just trying to give you a good time" at this point you turned red

You were so angery. But before you could say something Giyuu spoke "Shut up." The man looked at him offended like

Giyuu was in the wrong "What did you just say?!", Giyuu was silent but spoke up again "I said shut up" then the light turned green.

Giyuu just grabbed your hand and crossed the street the man just stood back and yelled how he was worth your time and he had the money it was quite pathetic.

Giyuu could see you were still upset so while still walking he said "I know it can be quite insulting when they mistake you to be an Oiran especially when they talk to you like that

But the best thing you can do is walk away you don't need waste your time on them you know your better than an Oiran".

You smiled softly "thank you Giyuu" you couldn't ask for anything better than now.

[purple-babygirl]

hi im not sure if you’re taking requests so you can ignore this if you’d like, but i really liked your mafia bucky fic !! and i was wondering if you could do one where maybe someone breaks into the house and the reader has to force themselves to be big for a little bit just so they can fight them off and then she runs to the little safe room and goes little there and Bucky finds her there and comforts her and it’s just all fluffy? sorry if this is so specific i just loved the last fic sm 😅

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word count: 1,958

Warnings: reader gets attacked (includes harassment and mentions of violence, cursing, guns), reader gets hurt, mentions of killing, Bucky's softness (yes it's a warning), ddlg dynamics.

A/N: I've been holding onto this one for forever now I'm really sorry for taking so long, dear nonnie🥺 it means the world to me that you liked mafia!daddy!bucky and i hope i delivered with this one and that you like it as much, love. Please enjoy ily xx💜

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safe

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You can do this.

It all happened too fast. She woke up to guns shooting, Bucky’s men yelling at each other before all the voices suddenly stopped and the door to their bedroom was violently kicked open.

She didn’t even have time to scream before she was dragged from under the large bed by her ankle.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just like Daddy taught you.

“Let go! You don’t wanna do this!” she shrieked, warning the person trying to snatch her off the floor, her leg kicking as she struggled to flee his vice-like hold.

She’d suddenly forgotten every single self-defense move Bucky has ever taught her and was thrashing in panic.

“Oh, I don’t?” the man laughed, his grip painful on her limb as he tried to get on top of her.

She screamed when he dug his fingernails in the flesh of her shin, forcing her legs apart.

“Such a delicate little thing.” He licked his lips when he drew blood, running his gun up her bare leg, pressing down when it reached her inner thigh, “beg me to let you go.”

The words infuriated her big self. If Bucky had taught her one thing that she could never forget it was how dear and precious she was.

“Do you know who my man is?” Her free foot collided with the intruder’s chin, hitting him just right for his teeth to slam together, making him groan and loosen his grasp.

“I beg no one for nothing.” She spat, clumsily standing up, rushing inside Bucky’s large walk-in closet.

“You’re gonna regret that, you little bitch!” The masked man threatened, banging his fist on the door, “I’m gonna make that man of yours weep blood over your dead slut body!”

Her breath was coming out in puffs as tears blurred her vision. With trembling fingers, she moved Bucky’s hung-up suits to the side, revealing the metal door to the panic room.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just a bit longer.

She could hear the man take a few steps back and she knew he was going to shoot the closet open. Her shaky fingers pushed the buttons and typed the number code, the date of the day Bucky had asked her to be his.

I feel safe knowing I have you, angel, so it’s only fit that we make it the safe room code, he'd told her with a playful shrug.

She slid inside as soon as the door moved, pushing her back against the concrete wall, trying to take her breath. The door clicked shut right before the wooden one to the closet was thrown open.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You got this.

She let out a relieved sigh that broke into a sob as she tiredly slid down the wall, still hearing the scary man curse, bang and shoot on the safe room door.

Where was Bucky? She couldn’t hold on any longer. This wasn’t a situation she wanted to be present in. Her body started folding up, taking fetal position as her mind led her to the safer side against her better will. Even her fists closed upon themselves, tears leaving her eyes and traveling down the bridge of her nose. She was losing consciousness of her present surroundings, pictures of Bucky’s eyes spreading in her vision instead of the dull, grey walls of the room.

She was crying too loudly to hear the firing of Bucky’s gun right outside the door or the peeping of the door as it slid open once again.

“Angel!” Bucky’s voice sounded so distant. She felt like she was drowning with how muffled his calls were to her ears.

Seeing her body shake with sobs on the floor like that made Bucky want to walk out and shoot the man’s dead body again and again until he couldn’t be identified.

How dare they send someone here? How dare they violate the sanctity of his home? They were certainly not going to live another day to repeat or repent from their sins.

“Angel, are you hurt?” He kneeled beside her, gently untangling her limbs to check if she was wounded anywhere.

Aside from a couple of nasty scratches by her ankle, she was physically okay and Bucky could breathe a little better as his body sagged on the floor.

He swallowed and lifted her on his lap, signaling his men to leave when they stepped in the room to check if they were needed after ‘cleaning up’.

“Get me water.” Was all he said and they were running to the nearest fridge.

“I’m sorry, my angel. I’m here now. You’re okay.” Bucky mumbled, lips hovering over her temple.

“Dada.” Her body leaned into his warmth but her cries didn’t stop and Bucky could only hold her closer as he tried not to let guilt rip him apart.

She was like that now because of him. Had he been a normal man with a normal life, she would’ve been safer. She didn’t deserve to be startled awake only to be chased by a criminal in the middle of the night. She didn’t deserve any of the bullshit that hit her because she was with Bucky.

He kept planting kiss after kiss to her head, wishing he could go back and be there to protect her.

“Shh, you’re okay, my angel. You’re safe,” he kept telling her as he supported himself up with her in his arms.

Her cries were dying down and she was getting comfier in Bucky’s protective hold, fingers digging in his shoulders afraid he would leave again.

“Please, calm down, baby. I’m here. No one can hurt you, angel.” Bucky took her out and to the bathroom so he could take a look at her leg.

“Baby, are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked after sitting her down on the cold counter.

Instead of answering, she pressed her forehead to his chest and kept sniveling, hands clutching Bucky’s jacket. She wasn’t ready for him to let her go yet. She may be too far gone but her body knew it needed to be close to Bucky’s.

“Baby, please come back to me,” Bucky begged, tears threatening to spill from his once hard, cold eyes.

“Angel,” his thumb brushed her cheek and she finally looked up to him.

“Dada, I was so scared.” She sobbed, shaking at the memory.

“I’m sorry, my angel.” Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead, “I’m here with you, baby. No need to be scared anymore.”

“That man- he-” she hiccupped.

“You’re okay, angel. Breathe.” Bucky stroked her back warmly as she buried her face in his chest again.

He took the bottle of water from one of his men, waving him out of the bathroom.

“Here, baby, drink some water.”

She wouldn’t move. She just wanted to be close to Daddy. She was scared and Bucky was safety. He was home.

“For me, baby. Just a tiny sip.” Bucky twisted the bottle cap open, gently cupping her cheek to coax her away from his body.

His heart swelled when she leaned her damp cheek on his palm, enjoying the warmth. Her smaller hand cupped his and her eyes closed, her face further pressed into Bucky’s hand as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

Bucky bit his lip, holding back the waterworks. He should’ve been here; should’ve prevented it all from happening. His thumb brushed her chin and she opened her eyes.

“Drink a little, angel.” Bucky offered a kind smile.

She nodded, sitting up straighter, her lashes wet with tears as she looked up to Bucky, her gaze holding no blame.

He brought the bottle to her lips and she gulped down, the chilled water soothing her sore throat.

“Better?” Bucky cocked his head to the side and she nodded, sniffing.

Bucky bowed, holding his forehead against hers. He just wanted to feel her breathe soundly; wanted to make his mind stop telling him he almost lost her forever.

“Dada.”

“Yes, my angel.” Bucky pecked her lips.

“My leg hurts.” Her voice was awfully small as she pointed to the burning scratches ruining her beautiful skin. Bucky wished he could hide her between his ribs in place of his heart.

“Daddy’s got you, angel.”

Bucky cleaned her wound, apologizing with a kiss to her cheek every time she hissed. He had her tell him what happened to distract her and it worked. She wanted him to be proud so much she eagerly told him all about kicking the bad man. Tears gathered in her eyes once again when he applied ointment but she continued with her story, Bucky’s smile keeping her calm.

“Angel, you were so brave! I’m so proud of you, baby.” Bucky kissed her bandaged leg, “how did you do that?!”

“Kept thinkin’ dada thoughts.” She hugged Bucky again.

Bucky was a puddle on the bathroom floor. She was telling him she was brave like that because she was thinking of him through it all. He adored her so much he didn’t know who he was if not her man.

“I promise this is the last time you would ever have to go through anything like that,” Bucky assured, chuckling lovingly when she squeezed him harder and nodded.

She believed Bucky. She knew he could keep her safe. This wasn’t a usual occurrence, Bucky’s always made sure she was protected. She had no doubt anything would change. She trusted her Daddy with all her heart.

Bucky knew that and it scared him to death. He was scared one day he might not be up to the trust she’d put in him. He feared disappointing her; not being there for her in time. He was terrified a day would come where he might let her down.

“Never again. You’re safe, my angel. You’re always safe with me.”

Bucky’s soft lips placed a languishing kiss to her forehead. Her eyes were next, Bucky kissed her eyelids and under her eyes. Then he left wet kisses on both cheeks before pecking her nose. She smiled shyly when he pressed his mouth to the corner of hers.

“I love you, angel,” Bucky whispered against her lips before kissing her.

~

Bucky carried her back to their bed. The room was organized again, nothing was out of place and she was in Daddy’s arms. She was safe once more.

Bucky held her to his chest all night, his mind too loud to let him fall asleep. She went back to bed almost immediately though. Bucky’s presence was all it really took for her to feel peaceful enough to close her eyes and dream again.

When she moved out of his embrace in her sleep, Bucky carefully left the room and went to his office to review the security cameras footage. He knew watching the attack would make his blood boil again but he had to see what happened and how the unlucky asshole got inside his mansion.

While she already told him she’d defended herself, Bucky was the proudest seeing it unfold on the screen.

“Do you know who my man is?... I beg no one.”

The words brought the largest smile to Bucky’s lips. He was so proud of his angel; so amazed by her courage. He thought he couldn’t love her any more than he already did and he was wrong. His heart has picked the right girl and for that he was grateful. Bucky took one last look at the shining ring in his top drawer before shutting it and walking back to continue cuddling his precious sweetheart.

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