#and then they just sit and gaslight each other back into the closer back n forth for hours because they are normal and healthy and good at

[slowdrawl]

Whiskey and Want |dbf!Joel x f!reader|

| 18+ MINORS DNI | {series masterlist}

Chapter 10: Dirty Laundry | wordcount |4k| {TLOU AU, modern-ish, no outbreak, Sarah lives!}

| a/n | our girl is spiraling, joel is spiraling, everything is getting sloppier and riskier. this one's a slow descent ... hope you like messy. sorry this took a while, I've been putting it off idk.

“I think we should talk about what we’re fuckin’ doing.”

reader uses she/her pronouns and has hair. no major physical descriptions of the reader. no use of y/n but has the nickname Bird, Birdie, etc. reader has a backstory chapter warnings under the cut.

Warnings/tags: 18+ only, minors DNI, SMUT, phone call tension, Joel being absolutely unhinged, dry humping/grinding, fingering, oral (f!receiving), possessive Joel, protective Joel, guilt, lying, gaslighting (lightly lol), Tommy being a menace, blackmail threats, risky sex, voyeurism mentions, emotional damage, slow-burn spiraling, power imbalance, reader gets overwhelmed, mild panic attack, heavy foreshadowing.. series warnings after the fic.

Your phone buzzes on the table. You turn your head. 'Dad' flashes on the screen, an incoming call.

Fuck me, not now.

Joel’s lips curl, and something more sinister floods his pupils, something wicked. “Answer it, Bird.”

You hesitate, breath hitching. Two fingers slide down through your seam, barely dipping into the pool of slick settled between your thighs. He plunges them in, rough, and growls—really fucking growls.

“Answer the phone.”

He moves his mouth down to the mark on your collar and bites, sucking hard for only a second before he moves off you entirely, leaving you feeling empty. He reaches down to the table, grabs your phone, and hits accept with the slide of one of his fingers, still wet from you. You swallow hard. “Hey Dad, how’s Dallas?” Joel slips one hand back down, landing heavy on your thigh. “It’s been a nightmare, Bird. Shouldn’t be too much longer, hopefully,” his voice is tired. “You holdin’ up alright? Gary texted me last night, said Joel n’ Tommy were at each other's throats.”

You wipe your palms on the cushion, then put the phone on speaker and place it behind you on the arm of the couch with shaking hands. 

There’s simply no way in hell you’ll be able to keep your breathing steady enough for your dad to stay oblivious to what’s happening in his living room right now. You’re sure he’d be able to hear your heart beating through the phone.

Joel grins and trails his fingers back to the fabric between your thighs. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, mouth right beside your ear, cooing, “You gonna let me touch you while you talk to your daddy?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Fine. Lazy morning.” Joel shifts down the couch, sliding off the cushions and onto his knees in front of you, quiet and deliberate. “Same old shit, you know them. Tom was drunk, and didn’t want to go home, it was stupid.”

Your dad just hums on the other end and continues, “Sounds like it was more than that. Gary said Joel decked him. What really happened, Bird?”

You’re trying to pay attention to the conversation your dad is having with you. You really are. But all of your attention is stuck on Joel. He grabs your hand and coaxes you to sit up, spinning you so you’re seated properly.

Your breath hitches as he drops down closer, placing both of his big hands on the tops of your thighs. Your fingers scramble for something to hold. Fabric, skin, anything—you come up empty.

“Just a dumb fight, Dad. Tommy pissed him off… you know how they get,” you manage, voice a little shaky. Joel pulls your shorts down, forcing a gasp out of you. He reaches his hand to your mouth, silencing you for just a moment.

Your dad sighs, slow and heavy. “You sure that’s all it was?”

Joel pushes your legs open, his palms firm but gentle, grounding. You barely nod, phone just behind you. His breath is hot and damp between your thighs.

“Yeah,” you choke out, voice thin, fluttery. “I’m sure.”

Your dad pauses. “You okay? You sound kinda…off.”

Joel hums against your inner thigh. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from making a sound. His mouth is warm, stubble rough, lips dragging slow.

“M’fine,” you whisper, barely audible, praying the phone’s mic doesn’t catch the quiver in your voice. “Just woke up from a nap, tired.”

He pulls back, just enough to glance up at you, eyes gleaming. He mouths, ‘liar’, and presses a kiss to your knee like he’s proud of himself.

“Alright,” your dad says, still unconvinced. “Well... I should be home by tomorrow night. You need anything, just call.” he sighs on the other end of the phone, “and stay away from Tommy till I get back. I fuckin’ mean it.”

Joel’s tongue slides between your folds, dragging upwards. Once he reaches your clit he hovers there, looks you dead in the eyes as he starts to flick his tongue. You slap a hand over your mouth, eyes wide. He groans, low and deep, muffled by your thighs clenching around his head. His movements are slow, and purposeful, like he’s savoring you.

“I will,” you whisper. “Love you Dad.”

“Love you most,” your dad replies, and the line clicks dead.

The moment the call ends, you reach behind you to make sure he’s gone. Then drop the phone onto the floor like it’s burned you. Your body is trembling, skin prickling with sweat, dripping down your back, behind your knees.

But Joel doesn’t stop.

His mouth is relentless. Tongue flattening, curling, sucking against your clit like he’s trying to brand you with it. You’re already shaking, thighs locked, moaning his name like it’s a secret slipping out over and over again. “You really just let me do that,” he mutters, voice muffled still, reverent. “While your daddy was on the phone”

You can’t even speak. You just reach down and bury your fingers in his hair, yanking hard, hips rolling without a shred of shame.

“You’re a sick fuck,” you gasp.

He laughs into you, dark and smug. “Maybe I am” he hums, “I think you fuckin’ love it though.”

Your hands are still tangled in his hair, tugging, trembling. He lets rock against his mouth, you’re grinding down onto him like he’s some kind of altar. Something sacred to press your sins into. His eyes are closed, brows furrowed in concentration. He looks content, focused, and determined.

“Joel—fuck, I’m gonna come” He opens his eyes and looks up at you, half-lidded, pupils blown. He lets off of you just long enough to say, “Yeah baby? You wanna come on my tongue?”

He groans against you, the sound rough and wrecked, and it tips you over the edge. “Let me feel you then, I’ve got you.”

It rips through you fast. Sharp and wild. Your whole body twitching, back arching, breath stuttering as you come undone. He holds you there, mouth still locked to you, swallowing every wave of it, dragging it out of you until you’re gasping and trying to squirm away from him.

He doesn’t let you.

“Joel,” you whimper, voice cracked open. “Too much”

He finally pulls back, lips shiny with you, and looks up.

Smirking. Ruined. Eyes dark as night, pupils blown.

“I’ll never get tired of that.” he mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like he’s tasting victory. “You’re so… so fuckin’ pretty, angel.” Something flutters in your chest when he says it. You’re still sprawled on the edge of the couch, legs slack and vibrating. You’re still panting. But your head is spinning with a cocktail of guilt and relief and something too big to name right now.

He climbs up your body, planting kisses up your stomach, between your breasts, over the hickey he left earlier. You feel him hard against your thigh. Still in his jeans. Still holding back.

“You didn’t—”

He cuts you off with a kiss, lazy and deep.

“Ain’t about that,” he says, nuzzling into your neck. “You needed it. I could fuckin’ feel it radiating off you.” He sits down beside you leaning back into the cusion, head tilted with a lazy grin stretched across his flushed face. He’s looking at you like he didn’t just tongue you through a panic attack, then he just reaches for his coffee again like he’s in a goddamn Folgers commercial.

You swallow hard, blinking up at the ceiling.

“I shouldn’t have let you,” you say.

He stiffens, his face twists into something you havent seen. It’s like he doesn’t know how to react to you being the one to pull away. He looks hurt, maybe even scared.

You look at him. “I wanted to. That’s not what I mean. But. My dad. Sarah. Tommy. That fucking picture.”

Joels’ brows furrow, he looks at you confused now.

“What picture.” “Oh, fuck. I forgot to tel—” “Tell me what.” He says, voice stern, cutting you off. You lean over and grab your phone off the hardwood. You tap the screen awake and put your password in before tossing the phone on Joel’s lap. You watch him clench his teeth, you see the anger radiate right up his neck, flushing the tips of his ears. The air changes. Charges. “I’ll deal with it, don’t worry.” He says, turning your phone off. You don’t believe him, but you want to.

You both just sit there in the silence, the air still thick with everything that just happened, what you saw. The living room still smells like coffee and sweat and Joel.

You tug your shorts back up, thighs still trembling, skin sticky from where he kissed you, not meeting his eyes.

“I think we should talk about what we’re fuckin’ doing” you mumble.

Joel exhales. Loud. He sits up and grabs his mug off the table.

“Yeah, probably” he says. “But not today.” You nod, even though you’re unsure of what you’re agreeing to.

Not today.

You try to sit up, gather your thoughts. Don’t succeed at either.

He nudges your foot with his knee. “So,” he says casually, like he doesn’t still taste you. Like the air didn’t just turn cold. “We gonna talk about Sarah’s party or just keep nearly getting caught in your dad’s living room?”

You blink at him. “Now? That’s your segue?”

“Timing’s everything, kid,” he mutters around a sip, then leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. “She’s gonna be back Sunday. We got what? Less than a week? I was thinkin’ we could do something small, nothin’ stupid. Grillin’, music, just her people. You gonna help out or what?”

You nod, still a little dazed. “Yeah, yeah. Of course.”

He watches you, serious now. “You okay?”

You want to say yes. You want to say no. Instead, you curl your legs up onto the couch and mumble, “Tommy has a photo of you. Through the fuckin’ window. And you seem pretty chill about it.”

Joel freezes. The silence slams back into the room.

“I’m not. He’s a fuckin’ creep for it, but I’ll handle it” he mutters eventually, setting the mug down hard enough to clink. “You tell anyone about it?”

“No, who the fuck would I tell, when would I have had time?.”

He scrubs a hand over his face. “I’ve got it under control.”

That’s all he says about it.

He stands, stretching with a grunt, bones cracking like firewood. He grabs his flannel from the back of the couch, shrugs it on over your dads stolen Grizzlies tee.

“I’m gonna go grab groceries and a case of beer or two. Make sure everything’s stocked before your dad rolls in.” He pauses. “If you hear from him, let me know. I don’t want him thinkin’ I’m avoidin’ him.”

You nod again, too many thoughts swimming in your brain. Joel leans over, and kisses your forehead like it’s second nature. Like it’s nothing. Like he didn’t just fingerfuck you through a speakerphone call with his best friend.

“Be back soon, Birdie.”

The door shuts behind him. He’s gone.

And you sit there trying to decide if your hands are shaking from what just happened—or maybe from what’s bound to.

The room’s still warm from him. Smells like him. You can hear the rumble of his truck fade down the street.

You stare at the coffee table. His mug. Your phone. A crumpled napkin. The weight of what just happened is still heavy in your chest, but it’s not the only thing making it hard to breathe.

You scan the room paranoid. That Joel’s still there, that Tommy’s around the corner. That your dad’s home. Your eyes land on something near the base of the stairs.You spot it suddenly near the base of the stairs. Joel’s flask, right where it must’ve rolled last night. How the hell didn’t you see it earlier? Shiny. Innocent-looking. But it’s not. It’s damning. It’s evidence. You forgot about it until now, and your heart kicks.

You leap off the couch and scoop it up fast, fingers fumbling. You hesitate for a second—where the hell should you put it? The coffee table drawer? No, too obvious. You end up tucking it into the drawer in the entryway table. The one with old keys and batteries and ballpoint pens that don’t work. Out of sight, not out of mind. You’ll deal with it later.

You’re still buzzing, brain moving in five directions at once. The picture. Tommy. Joel’s mouth on you, his name on yours. Your dad’s voice in your ear. Joel leaving like nothing happened. Again.

Your fingers twitch around your phone.

You call the only person who won’t judge you—at least not out loud.

Karlie picks up on the second ring. “Babe! Oh thank God, what the hell happened? Liam said there was blood, and Tommy was loaded, and—”

“I’m so fucked,” you blurt out.

She pauses. “Okay. Start from the top.”

You drag your knees up onto the couch and curl around yourself. “Joel and Tommy got into it. At the bar. Over me.”

“Oh my fucking GOD.”

“Yeah. And now I’m…” you groan, covering your face. “I’m fucked. I’m fucking Joel”

“WHAT.”

“I know.”

She’s practically screaming through the phone, “You mean like, you’re fucking-fucking Joel… or like you kissed him and now you’re spiraling?”

“Fucking-fucking. Well… yeah no I am. It’s worse somehow. It’s like... fuck, Karlie, it’s so bad. It’s so good, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I like him”

You explain everything. Him taking you home the other night, how he kissed you. The broken A/C. The barfight. The fallout. The couch. The fucking call with your dad. Joel taking your dads shirt. Tommy’s picture.

Karlie’s quiet for a second. Then, “Okay. First of all? That’s insane. Like, Jersey Shore insane. Second? Are you okay, baby?”

You nod, even though she can’t see it. “I don’t know. I think so. But he. Joel left. Again. Said he had to go get groceries like this is normal. Like it’s fine.”

Karlie exhales. “Okay, well. You need to breathe. He’s still gone?”

“Yeah. For now.”

“Good. Clean yourself and the house up. Burn the place down. I don’t know. Just—don’t let your fucking dad find anything.”

You glance at the table again. The coffee mugs. The air still thick with sweat and adrenaline. The drawer by the stairs hiding a very stupid, very incriminating silver flask. Why didn’t I put it somewhere smarter? Like under my mattress, or buried in the fuckin’ yard? 

Fuck

Too late.

You hear a car engine outside. You freeze.

Karlie’s still talking, but you can’t hear her.

You crawl to the window and peek through the blinds. A familiar shape. Familiar headlights.

Your dad’s home. “Too late.” You hang up.

Everything inside you goes very, very still.

He’s early.

And he wasn’t supposed to be.

He’s onto you.

//// Kev grips the wheel tighter than he probably needs to. He left Dallas just after lunch, didn’t even tell the crew goodbye, didn’t bother finishing the coffee he’d let go cold on the hotel nightstand. Just packed the truck and hit the road like something was chasing him. Or like he was chasing something he couldn’t name.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe he’s just been gone too long. Maybe he just misses his house. His bed. His kid. So he drove the three hours home like the place was on fire. There was just something about her voice this morning. That pause. That breath she took before answering. The way she didn’t say Joel’s name when she mentioned the fight.

Tommy and Joel, at each other’s throats at Sam’s. That’s what Gary had said. Over something personal. She was there with him. Joel threw the first punch, which didn’t sit right with him. Joel didn’t start shit. Not unless he was pushed too far.

And Tommy, well—fucking Tommy’s been an asshole since high school.

Still, he’s never liked being out of town when things go sideways. And something is fucking sideways. He just doesn’t know how bad.

He shifts in the seat, thumb tapping the steering wheel as he turns onto his street, every instinct in him pacing like a caged dog. He raised her, he knows when she’s lying. He knows when something’s wrong.

And something feels wrong.

He pulls into the driveway. Joel’s truck isn’t there. That should ease his mind. It should. It desn’t.

He cuts the engine, grabs the pizza box from the passenger seat—extra cheese, her favorite. He climbs the porch steps. The door’s unlocked. Not unusual, but still, it makes his gut tighten.

He tells himself to relax.

But his hand lingers on the doorknob just a second longer than usual.

He steps inside. ////

The front door creaks open and your stomach drops straight through the floor.

You fumble to set your phone down, Karlie’s voice still buzzing on speaker, but you barely hear it over the sudden spike in your pulse. You swipe the screen to hang up and toss the phone face-down on the couch just as your dad steps through the doorway, pizza box in hand.

You freeze. Hold your breath. Like if you don’t move maybe he won’t see it on you.

He glances around the room, eyes sweeping from the couch to the table to the stairs. His expression is calm, but it’s the kind of calm that sits on top of suspicion like a lid on a boiling pot. You force yourself to smile.

“Hey,” you say, trying to sound surprised, not panicked. “Y’all wrap up early?”

He exhales like he’s been holding it in since Fort Worth. “Didn’t like the vibe you gave me this morning. Thought I’d make it back for dinner.”

You nod, arms crossed tight. “What do you mean by that?”

“Didn’t feel like waiting.”

He walks into the kitchen, looking around slowly like he’s investigating. He opens the fridge without looking at you again. The pizza lands on the counter. You sit back down, try to blend into the cushions like you’ve been there all day, just not getting eaten out by his bestie.

“Everything good?” he asks, tone too casual.

“Yeah,” you lie, eyes on your knees. “Just caught up on laundry. Talked to Karlie for a bit.”

He grabs a beer, cracks it open with one hand. “Joel been by today?”

You hesitate. Only for a second—but you know it’s too long. You shake your head. “No. Probably with Tommy or something.”

“After the shit they pulled last night?”

You shrug, twisting your fingers in your lap. “Maybe they made up. I don’t know.”

Before he could probe further, the sound of Joel’s truck rolling up the driveway cut in like a blade.

You jump up, moving fast toward the window. Sure enough, he’s out there, striding up to the porch with his flannel wide open, the fucking Grizzlies logo on your dads shirt bold as hell against his chest.

Your stomach twists. You finally make eye contact through the glass, panic written all over your face. You mouth, ‘do it up.’

Joel blinks, then thankfully, he catches on. He starts buttoning the flannel. Quick, getting it most of the way up before the front door opens.

He steps inside like nothing’s wrong, just another night. Six-pack of Bud in one hand and a grocery bag in the other. “Hey man!” he says, smooth and easy. “Wasn’t sure if you’d be back yet.”

Your dad turns, eyes dropping to Joel’s chest. His brows pinch. “Is that my—” he starts, but stops himself when Joel looks genuinely confused. He doesn’t finish the sentence, just studies the logo peeking above the top button, then lets it go.

Joel holds up the beer like a peace offering. “Figured I’d stock the fridge, make sure everything’s set for Sarah’s party. Birdie and I were talkin’ about ideas earlier.”

Your dad’s jaw tightens slightly. “Earlier today?”

Joel shakes his head, casual as hell. “Nah, when you left.” She mentioned maybe planning to do something lowkey. I stayed a minute after fixin’ the AC, remember?”

You nod quickly, jumping in on the lie. “Yeah. That was it.”

Dad doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t look convinced either.

Joel steps further inside, heading toward the kitchen with a grocery bag slung over one wrist. “Cool if I wash up?”

Your dad jerks his chin in a half-nod. “You know where the can is.”

Joel disappears upstairs, and you exhale the breath you’ve been holding. Your dad’s still watching the stairs when he opens the fridge again, unloading the groceries one by one. Upstairs, you hear drawers opening, a closet creak. He must be changing. Hiding the evidence.

You sit back down, trying to act like nothing’s wrong. Like everything’s fine. Like Joel didn’t pin you to the goddamn couch earlier.

A few minutes go by, and Joel comes back down still in the flannel, but now it’s hanging over one of your old oversized t-shirts. Plain, clean. Safe. The Grizzlies shirt? Gone.

Your dad doesn’t look at him. He just grabs a slice of pizza and leans back in his chair.

“Think Sarah’s gonna lose her mind over a party,” he asks.

Joel grins, settling beside him. “That’s the idea.”

They fall into talk, half-hearted and easy. You tune it out, eyes flicking to the stairs.

Up there, the laundry pile sits by the bedroom door. At the very top. Black cotton, teal print.

You don’t know if Joel folded it or just tossed it back up there, but it’s right fucking there.

And when your dad finally stands and stretches, heading down the hall to toss his travel clothes into the laundry basket, you already know how this ends.

There’s a pause.

Then. “I don’t remember wearin’ this.”

You go still, ice flooding your veins.

Dad walks back into the living room, holding the Grizzlies shirt in his hand. Joel’s eyes flick to it once, then away.

Your dad narrows his eyes, quiet.

But he doesn’t say a word.

Just drops the shirt on the entryway table. He walks into the kitchen and grabs a new beer from the fridge without looking at either one of you. He strolls back in. Sits back down.

Watching Joel the whole time he chews. Slow.

And Joel? Doesn’t flinch.

Dad leans back in his chair, cracking the beer like the tension in the room isn’t thick enough to choke on.

“Some jackass in Dallas tried to put gutters in backward,” he mutters. “Swear to God. Downspouts pointing up. Whole system was dumping water back into the walls. Had the nerve to tell me it ‘looked cleaner that way.’”

Joel snorts. “You fix it?”

Dad shrugs. “Told him I’d fix it after I fire his contractor. Guy looked like he wanted to cry.”

Joel chuckles, low in his chest. “World’s full of fuckin’ dumbasses.”

“Damn straight,” he mutters, taking a long sip. He glances at Joel, then at you, like he’s chewing on something else—but he lets it sit. For now.

Joel stands finally. He turns to you and says “I’ll swing back tomorrow. We’ll go over the rest of the party stuff then. Okay kiddo?” Your throat goes tight, anger, anxiety. Mostly anger. Kiddo? You have got to be fucking joking.

Your dad looks over at him and nods once. “See you tomorrow, thanks for the beers man.”

Joel meets your eyes. Brief. Gone in a blink.

Then he’s at the door, pulling it open like he hasn’t just danced through landmines all afternoon. His boots hit the porch, the door clicks shut behind him, and his truck rumbles to life a minute later, then shuts off quickly as he parks next door.

Your dad doesn’t ask you questions anymore. Doesn’t bring back up the bar. He doesn’t mention the shirt. But the look in his eyes tells you he’s onto you both.

series warnings!!! fluff, smut, angst,unprotected p-in-v (please wrap it up), f/m masturbation, fingering, large but legal age-gap (joel is in 40's reader is in mid 20's), size kink?, choking, pervy!obsessive!joel, pervy!mean!Tommy, grinding, spit, cumplay, possessive/rough sex, praise, sex on the phone, drinking/smoking, strong language, sneakin around, lowkey obsessive and reckless Joel, blackmail, competency kink, risky sex, infidelity/implied, semi-public sex, breeding kink lowkey, overstimulation, a tiny bit of coercion, dirty talk, oops its a creampie, brief mentions of grief and implied suicide, Tommy is a jerk in this one, guilt and betrayal, bar-fights @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @brittmb115 @mystickittytaco @your-nightmaredoll @leenieweenie12 @orodaeh @jokesonthem

[quietwingsinthesky]

trans woman desmond & trans man lucy both still in the closet and helping each other try to keep the doors shut because the world potentially ending in a few months is not a great time to have a gender crisis

[clandestineloki]

strawberry bliss (nsfw)

the part 2 to strawberry sweet ❤️

summary: miguel loves using his strength on you ;)) and this little snippet of you guys watching a replay of his recent game shows just that, with some sweet lil fluff and playful banter :)) and then miguel fucks u so good he hits your factory reset and you go back to being a lil shy babie around him oh no :3

tw: he also finds out you have a daddy kink, mention of shane dawson (derogatory), mention of physical violence (bros a wrestler what did you expect), overstimulation, a bit of breeding kink, heavy praise kink, a bit of humiliation but on the sweet side

A/N: this takes place about a year or so after strawberry sweet, where miguel and reader are in an established relationship and make quippy cute banter with each other

A/N # 2: pls reblog so we can turn more ppl into whores 💖

💕 hope you enjoy! 

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"BABYY THE COMMERCIALS ARE OVER!"

Miguel runs from the bathroom and meets you in the kitchen, you with the tray of strawberry drinks squealing as he tickles your waist.

"AHH IT'S GONNA SPILL!!!" you scream, and he backs off, smiling as you regain your balance.

You balance the smoothie cups on the tray and move forward, but Miguel blocks your way. 

"M'scuse me, I have a game to watch," you pout up at him, but he doesn't budge.

"Mister, my boyfriend will be very angry if he finds out I'm late to the game >:( "

"Aww, such a shame, pretty girl... can't I just get a little kiss?"

"Let me through!"

"Can't, hermosa, you gotta say the password right up against my lips~ the password is mwah mwah mwah i love you miguel you're so handsome miguel~"

"You're cheesy," you roll your eyes, and he laughs as you set the tray down in front of the bed facing the TV. "I want the old Miguel back, he was cute and he had actual rizz."

He slumps against the couch. "The Miguel that was a total pervert over your old smoothie girl uniform?"

"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about the uniform!" You giggle. "I hated it. Did you know on my first day they gave me a size too small and they had the audacity to try and gaslight me by saying I got fat?"

"Fucking weirdos," he pulled you into his arms, your back against his chest." Glad I got you out of that mess, mm?"

"It was just one mess into another, Mig, you made me your sugar baby," you tease, and his face scrunches up.

"Bebita, I may be rich but I'm not your sugar daddy. I'm just two years older than you."

"But think about it, I was sixteen when you were eighteen! Like- that's two years but the maturity difference is huge! That's creepy, Miguel. You wanna go to jail?"

"Ay, por dios. We're in our twenties, we met in our twenties. End of discussion. And I've already been to jail. Twice."

"What?!"

"Ay! ay! end of discussion. The match is starting," he pinches your nose then turns to watch the TV just as the host's opening spiel ends. Miguel feels you sit up in his grip when the crowds on the TV cheer as he comes up on screen, flashing a grin to the audience.

"Ew, who's that?" you mumble, cheeks stuffed with popcorn and Miguel snorts, rolling his eyes.

"That's me, your boyfriend, the guy who's gonna absolutely obliterate downgraded Shane Dawson in about..." he snaps his fingers just as his opponent comes out on screen. "Fifty-eight seconds."

"I really don't see the resemblance, Miggy, you're just being a bully."

"Y'know," he pulls you closer, absentmindedly kissing your neck as he feels you squirm in his hold. "I don't get how you let the physical violence slide but I compare some white guy to Shane Dawson and you call me a bully."

Your face heats up a little, and you turn away, mumbling shyly. "C-cause you look really badass when you throw them around like that... "

"Mmm?" he teases, nuzzling his nose in your neck. "I do?"

He feels you freeze up and chuckles, his hands trailing down to your thighs.

"Y-yeah," you whisper... "a bit..."

"Oh, and you like how strong I am, hmm? Is that what it is?"

It's cute how you shake your head and brush his hands away to turn up the volume on the TV, when he just goes right back to kneading your breasts and riling you up.

"Querida, you gotta answer me, y'know I can't understand you when you mumble like that~"

"What was the question?" you mumble, looking up at him with what he knows for sure are the most adorable bunny eyes he's ever fucking seen.

"I said," he nibbles down on your ear with a little growl, "do you get off like a cute little bunny when I show off? Is my baby that kinky~?"

" I-I... maybe..." you twitch as his fingers toy with your nipples. "Miggy, please..."

"Please what baby? Please stop or please give me more?" 

Miguel knows the answer, obviously. It's just that he can't get over the fact that he landed the prettiest girl with the cutest stutter when she's nervous.

"Please..." you whisper.

He chuckles against your ear, leaning in and lowering his voice just the way he knows you like it, especially when he's buried all the way inside you.

"Please what."

The tiniest gasp comes out of your lips. "Please... please f-fuck me... please?" 

Before you can even finish, you're over his shoulder and on the bed as he kisses everywhere on your face, growling at the inconvenience of the fact that he cant hold you still and fondle your chest at the same time.

"M-Miguel..." you whimper, twitching in sensitivity. "You're always teasing me..."

"Oh?" he mocks you, flipping you over on your stomach and gripping your hips, leaning in real slow to drawl darkly in your ear. "I'm the tease here? When you're shaking your little ass all over me? You rile me up like this and expect me not to fuck you the way you deserve? hmm?"

"S-Sorry..." you mumble, and Miguel laughs breathily, having the time of his life making you all shy and embarrassed.

"S'okay, baby, you just gotta make up for it, yeah?"

With a playful swat to your ass, he rips off your shorts and his fingers tease your folds through your panties.

"Miguel..."

"Yes...?" he kisses the arch in your back, smirking when your thighs tremble.

"Please hurry..." you gasp.

"Don't worry baby, you'll be asking me to slow down real soon~" 

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His favorite sight of all time is you underneath him, with that blissed out look on your face and your chest heaving as he fucks every choked breath out of those pretty lips.

"Fuck, bebita," he whispers. "Creaming all over my fingers like the cute little plaything you are?"

You whimper, closing your thighs shakily, but his free hand just forces your legs apart and he curls his two fingers in you, tickling your pussy and making his hand even wetter.

"Hmm? What did you say?" Miguel mumbles close to your ear, and makes sure that at the precise moment you try to speak he speeds up his fingers, making your words melt away in warm red pleasure as more juices coat his fingers.

"S'too much..."

"Bebita, you asked for this," he whispers darkly. "We're not even halfway done."

You mewl out his name and turn your head to the side. He takes it as an opportunity to bite down on your neck and relish in the high-pitched pleasure drunk squeal that forces out of you as your little pussy sucks in his fingers.

"Shit. I can't take it anymore," he grumbles, his fingers moving even faster as he leans closer, forcing you flat against the bedsheets as you moan and cream all over his fingers like a cute little bunny, just too pleasure-drunk to utter even a word.

"Come for me baby," Miguel almost begs. "Come for me so I can fuck you the way I know you want me too, okay?"

You gasp at his dirty talk, and he laughs at the fact that you never stop getting shy when he says these things.

Or when your little pussy makes those wet noises when you're really really close.

"Fuck you're so cute," Miguel grins, licking the tears falling from your hazy eyes. "So sweet, letting me do whatever I want with you~ Come for me, gatita, you know you want to~"

Your moans make him grin and he thumbs at your sensitive little bud. His teasing sends you over the edge and you gasp and whimper, clinging onto him as he helps you through your third orgasm.

When you come down from it, Miguel is smirking down at you, and licking his fingers clean of your juices, humming lowly as his tongue traces his long fingers sensually.

"Wanna taste it right off your pretty pussy baby," he whispers, making you blush. "But I'll save that for later~"

He really means he'll save it for when you're too fucked out to close your pretty legs around his head.

Miguel kisses your hips as he flips you over again, tracing his rough hands over your ass and thighs, making you shiver and mumble something he almost can't hear.

"Daddy..."

His wandering hands freeze.

He grins.

"What was that?" he teases.

Your breath stutters.

"What- I-"

He leans in dangerously close, pinning you down on the bed with your ass right against his throbbing hard cock.

"What did you just call me?" he drawls, and you whimper.

"I-I called you Daddy," you bury your head in the pillows. "S-Sorry... if it makes you uncomfortable-"

Miguel thrusts his hips forward, sinking halfway into your wet, warm little cunt. The squelching of your little hole is nothing compared to the pure, unadulterated, sinful noise of pleasure that leaves your lips.

"Oh," Miguel groans. "That made me reallyfuckin' uncomfortable alright."

Your thighs shake as he sinks in really really slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him stretch you out.

"Say it again."

You gasp, tears forming in your eyes. "It's embarrassing..."

"Fuck, you really have to do all these things that make you so lovable, huh?" He groans, pulling your wrists and holding your arms behind your back. "Got the cutest little face, the cutest little pussy, and you always got these little kinks that make you so cute~"

He starts moving his hips, making you slur out his name and clench around him.

"My cute little milkshake girl, doing all these cute things for me and no one else," he whispers, and you nod helplessly,

Miguel runs his hands up and down your waist, making you sigh and whimper into the pillows.

"Wanna repeat what you said? No one's around, baby, just you and me. No need to be shy~"

"Daddy..."

"Fuck, you really are such the perfect little cutie, aren't you?" Miguel teases, pounding you harder.

It's music to his ears when you finally get to that stage of it, just uncontrollably whimpering and moaning and making all these noises of pleasure as you let him do whatever he wants to you.

"C'mon, say it again, another time won't hurt~"

"Such a t-tease..." you whine, and he chuckles fondly, pressing a kiss to your sensitive neck.

"Sorry, baby, not my fault you're so fucking adorable," he groans, shuddering when you clench down on him. "Daddy's close, baby, wanna come with me? Feel good together, hmm? Can you even understand me you dumb little baby?"

Miguel coos as you take in high-pitched breaths and gasps. Your tiny fists clench the sheets shakily, and your thighs thump helplessly with every thrust of his hips.

"Come back to me, baby," he whispers as his thrusts get sloppier. "Help me out one list time, kay? Wanna be my good girl?"

"Mhm..."

"Ah," he laughs. "Daddy broke his pretty baby so bad? Sorry, gatita, you just feel too good. Let's come together, okay? I'll get us there, baby~"

You whimper loudly one last time, creaming helplessly around his cock. Miguel pins your back down onto the bed, leaning in and growling right against your ear as his orgasm takes over as well, making sure you take every bit of his cum inside you.

The twitching of your thighs finally slows as Miguel pulls out, turning you onto your back and lightly running his hands up your thighs, waist, and breasts, kneading them softly and eliciting a whine from your lips.

"So sensitive," he pinches your nipple, making you gasp. "But I'll keep my hands to myself... for now."

You blush at those words, nuzzling into his neck as he chuckles at your bashfulness.

"Didn't know my good little girl had a Daddy kink. So cute," he whispers. "Got the sweetest little baby all to myself~."

Miguel brushes his lips against yours, smiling when he tastes a hint of strawberry,

His second favorite sweet thing in the goddamn world.

"Oh, baby~" he coos. "You felt so fucking good. Can we go again, gatita?"

You whimper, twitching helplessly, and blushing at the feeling of his fingers toying with the cum trickling down your thighs.

But you don't say no.

[walkrawr]

₊˚ෆˎˊ˗ Walker Scobell secretly dating Male! Reader !

just like we promised . . .

✴︎ small oneshot of Walker and Y/N gaslighting Leah and Aryan

✴︎ made this for fun and because there’s literally zero walker scobell x male reader don’t come for me pls 💔 I hate posting fanfics just kill me atp it’s so embarrassing idk why

✴︎ !!! I am not trying to sexualize or label Walker in any way possible, this is purely a work of fiction.

There was a certain art to keeping a secret. It was like throwing a pebble into a stream—small, subtle, and easy to overlook, blending in so well that no one would ever think to look for it.

Walker and Y/N had mastered that art.

It’s not that they don’t want to show off each other or that their friends and family won’t accept them, it’s just easier to keep it a secret (and more fun).

Their relationship was never hushed conversation or stolen glances across a room. It was insults, sitting just a little too close, knowing exactly what made the other laugh— it was acting normal. Just normal enough that no one ever looked twice.

And right now, at some restaurant booth with Aryan and Leah across from them, no one was looking twice.

Even though they should.

“Okay, Donnie Darko is such a mindfuck. Like, the whole time you’re watching, you think you get it, but then the ending just hits you like a ton of bricks. Also Jake Gyllenhaal was a fine fucking guy in the movie too—“ Walker leaned closer to Y/N, his voice quiet.

“Yeah, I know. We literally watched the movie last night. ” Y/N muttered, more focused on whatever is on his phone.

“You’re not even listening,” Walker teased, nudging him lightly. “I’m just saying, the whole thing, y’know? time loops, fucking Frank, the plane crash. “

“Shut up already.” Y/N rolled his eyes, finally turning his head to look at Walker slightly smiling. “Donnie Darko is a amazing cinematic film, got it.” He mocks Walker, snickering.

He scoffed, “Can a man not talk about a movie?” Shaking his head, feigning offense.

“God, could you two stop acting like a couple?” Leah cuts in, chewing the straw of her sprite.

“As if we aren’t,”

“What.” Aryan finally looks up from his phone as Leah blinking as if she misheard.

Walker’s eyes flickered between the confused two and Y/N, “What?”

Aryan just stares at Walker before scoffing, “What do you mean ‘what?’ You just said—“

“Said what?”

“‘As if we aren’t?’” Leah whipped her head towards him, repeating what he said.

He exchanged a look with Y/N, brows furrowed. “No,” Walker sneers, pretending to be confused. “I didn’t say that? What?”

“You literally did?”

“Nuh-uh, you’re probably just tired, Leah.”

“I know I’m not tired, you said it.”

Y/N looked at Walker, suppressing a smile. “Wait, what did you say again?”

“I dunno. I think I said, ‘As if we would’ or something.” Shrugging his shoulders, acting as if he forgot.

Aryan tilted his head, puzzled. “That’s, that’s not—“

Walker reached over the table to give Aryan a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “It’s okay, it’s just a misunderstanding.” Aryan raised his eyebrow in genuine confusion.

“I’m never talking to you guys ever again.” Leah let out a frustrated groan as she leaned back into her seat.

Walker looked over and gave his boyfriend a small smile. Their secret was still theirs to keep, the pebble untouched.

[whorefordean]

Hi if it's not to much trouble could you do unrequited love prompt 2 with JJ Mayback

just having fun || j.m

wc: 1.1k

warnings: jj gaslights, mentions of jj’s abuse, cursing

prompt: “it’s tiring. loving you while you love her.”

a/n: thank you for the request!! i did change the prompt a bit (“it’s tiring watching you fall in love with…”) um im not sure how i feel about this one but i do know that it took everything in me not to turn it into a rafe fic where reader somehow ends up with him… anyways i hope you enjoy.

you watched as jj doubled over laughing with kiara. the familiar ache that lived in your chest had been extremely active recently. jj and kiara had gotten a lot closer when you guys got stranded on the island. poguelandia, it had been deemed. it was meant to be your escape. your freedom. in reality, it had just been a hard fucking time.

there were some enjoyable moments. like when jj actually acted like he was your boyfriend instead of drooling over kiara. lately, it seemed like he’d forgotten that you were the one he claimed to be in love with.

you stood up from the log you had been sitting on and decided to go talk to sarah and cleo for advice. you approached the girls with a small smile and slowly sat down beside them.

“i need advice,” you blurted out. the girl’s looked at each other in confusion.

“we are on an island with no rules, no parents, and no worries. what’s got you so bothered?” sarah asked with concern. you sighed, shoulders slumped. you gave them the rundown, explaining how jj had been acting recently.

“i wanna say it’s because we’re stuck here, but it’s been like this for a while. i feel like i’ve been fighting for his attention our entire relationship,” you spoke truthfully. it was something you had just now come to terms with. his relationship with kie. they had always been close, and it didn’t bother you before. kie had always respected your relationship with jj, never pushing any boundaries that would make you uncomfortable.

“have you mentioned this to jj?” cleo asked, leaning back on her hands.

“once, a few weeks after we started getting serious. i asked if he had any feelings for kiara. he laughed and just shrugged it off. said i was looking too far into something that wasn’t there,” you shrugged, now realizing just how bad it sounded.

“can i be brutally honest?” sarah asked. you nodded, indicating for her to continue.

“i think you should just break up with him now. you need to make sure that you don’t get hurt any worse than you already have. if you stay with him, you’ll just get more attached and it’s gonna hurt worse later,” sarah voiced her opinions. cleo nodded along in agreement.

“honestly, it sounds like the love was never even there, and i hate to be so brutal about it. but if he cared, he would’ve listened the first time you told him you were uncomfortable,” cleo added, earning a hum of approval from sarah.

you sighed, feeling a little bit of relief that you weren’t crazy. you didn’t tell them that you were planning to break up with jj beforehand, not wanting to be talked out of it. But it was reassuring, you guess, hearing your feelings on such an unfortunate situation get validated.

you thanked the girls for listening and the advice, then excused yourself. you slowly made your way over to jj and kiara, who were still deep in conversation. you cleared your throat. kiara noticed you first, smiling brightly up at you in greeting. you returned the smile, genuinely, before gesturing towards jj.

“hey, can i steal you for a few minutes, jj,” it came out as a statement, leaving little room for jj to decline, though, he always had the option to walk away. he nodded and stood from his spot with kie before following into step behind you. he watched you curiously as you led him away from your friends to a more private area. the two of you walked in silence for a few minutes before you finally stopped and turned to face jj.

“i’m breaking up with you,” you spoke evenly, allowing no emotion to filter into your words. you stood with your shoulders squared and your head held high. he laughed. he fucking laughed. not just a small chuckle, either. full blown cackling.

you stared at him in disbelief as anger surged through your body.

“wow, okay. fuck you, jj,” you scoffed as you turned to walk away. jj composed himself, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“wait. are you serious?,” jj spoke, resting his hand on your arm.

“yeah, jj. it’s tiring watching you fall in love with kie, and i just-” you started to explain, shrugging his hand off of you.

“no, that’s not - you seriously thought we were dating?” jj asked, genuinely curious.

you stared at him in disbelief. your eyebrows furrowed, and your jaw dropped open just slightly. you exhaled sharply and crossed your arms over your chest. you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to calm down.

“my mistake, jj. i thought it was safe to assume that when you told me you were in love with me that you were actually in love with me. trust me, i won’t make that mistake again,” you spewed angrily. you were embarrassed. you turned on your heel and walked away from your ex whatever. jj quickly rushed to catch up with you, not completely done with this conversation.

“how was i supposed to know that you thought we were exclusive?” jj asked while throwing his arms up. you stopped dead in your tracks, causing him to run into you.

“jj, what the fuck would you call this?” you questioned, gesturing between the two of you. your blood was boiling with rage, and you were about to explode.

“i thought we were just having fun with each other!” jj shouted back in annoyance.

“why would i introduce you as my boyfriend to my fucking parents if we were just having fun, jj,” you asked rhetorically. jj said nothing as he rolled his eyes at you and crossed him arms defensively over his chest.

“you’re a fucking joke, jj. jesus fucking christ. honestly, i shouldn’t be surprised. i forgot that the only role models you had growing up just taught you how to treat other people like shit,” you barked angrily. that was too far, you know, but you’re too far gone to give a damn. you’ll face the guilt later, but it feels good right now.

“what the fuck, y/n!” jj yelled at you in disgust. he had trusted not only you but the other pogues with the knowledge of how his father treated him, and you had trust betrayed him.

“feels like shit, huh? betrayal stings like a bitch,” you spat. you turned around and rushed away from him, lifting your hand in a silent fuck you to the man standing behind you.

you were so desperate to get off this island that you were half tempted to start swimming back to kildare. even if you didn’t last very long in the ocean, you were sure that sharks would’ve been better company than jj maybank.

[absolutewhore101]

Cold As You - Chapter 3

A/N: here's chapter 3! this is the longest one yet, hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Joel Miller x ImpliedFem!Reader

Summary: Listen to 'Cold As You' by Taylor Swift

Warnings: stage 2 of grief - anger (also some light violence towards the end, as well as some gaslighting!)

Word Count: 2.1K

This is a flashback.

Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

MINORS DNI

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Everything about your relationship with Joel came easy. The shy flirting, the quiet nights spent tangled together, the protection of each other on the road.

And then the sighing, the avoidance of eye contact, the reluctance of spending time together. It was all easy, at least for Joel. 

He came as easy to you as breathing did, and you were sure that you were once that easy to him as well. But it seemed that your relationship was treading in waters too treacherous to survive.

You gave him everything - your heart, your mind, your very soul. And he took it all. 

First, he took it like a gift - like he didn’t think himself worthy enough to be given such things. Then, he took it like he deserved it - like you had no choice but to bare yourself to him in every way possible. 

“Are you kidding me?” You started one night. It wasn’t a fight worth having out, especially in your new home, but you needed to feel something. 

“What now?” He’d responded, sighing heavily. 

“Is it me? Am I not enough for you anymore?”

“Now, what the hell are you talking about?” He asked, exasperated. 

You shook your head, tears stinging the back of your eyes. He took a step closer to you, gently cradling your face. 

“Hey.” He said softly. “Talk to me.”

You let out a shaky sigh. 

“Sometimes… sometimes it feels like there’s someone else. Like, it kind of feels like you need more than me, more than this.”

Joel shook his head, bringing you into his chest. He cradled your head, rocking the two of you side to side. 

“There ain’t ever gonna be someone else for me. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, sweetheart. Don’t you forget that.”

You wished you could. It killed you to look back on memories like that one knowing that it was all a lie, or at least it was now. 

‘There ain’t ever gonna be someone else’? What a fucking joke.

A bitter laugh rose out of your throat, briefly shocking you from the noise. 

Here you were, sitting in your living room waiting for Joel to come home. And there Joel was, doing whatever the hell he wanted because you weren’t what he wanted. Not anymore. 

The walls you’d built around your relationship once looked so inviting, so comforting. Shielding the two of you from the world around you, keeping you safe. But looking at the walls Joel built around himself gave you the opposite feeling. 

There was a certain shade of gray that seemed to control your thoughts lately - a shade that exactly matched Joel’s walls. You stood there, on the outside, reluctant to walk away. You loved him so much, more than you loved anything else, and you did your best to wish them away. 

You gave him his space, you took care of him and Ellie while also trying to take care of yourself, and you let him walk around having his affair like you were none the wiser. 

So why weren’t you enough?

You imagined him sitting in the bar, telling her stories about you. How you were just so cute, dreaming about Joel, imagining a world where your relationship stood the test of time. How you had the nerve to adore him when he wouldn’t spare you a second glance. 

You imagined her laughing over the rim of her glass, her free hand resting on Joel’s shoulder as she tried to stay in her seat. 

A fire began to fill you - a flame that would only be extinguished after having it out with Joel. 

You sat there on the couch, staring at the wall ahead of you, letting your anger take over your thoughts. 

How dare he? Who does he think he is? Who does he think I am?!

Joel’s heavy footsteps trudged up the porch stairs, and he sighed heavily before quietly opening the door. You didn’t move. 

He closed the door behind him, toeing off his shoes and hanging up his jacket before he turned around, startling at the sight of you.

“Jesus,” he muttered, “you scared me, darling.”

He watched you shake your head slowly, standing from the couch and turning to face him. 

“Darling?” He asked.

“Don’t.” You started. “Don’t call me that when you don’t mean it anymore.”

He stepped closer to you now standing behind the couch, leaving it between the two of you.

“Excuse me?”

You didn’t flinch.

“‘When I don’t mean it anymore’? Care to explain what that means?” 

“Oh, sure.” You said, looking him directly in the eyes. “I’ll explain exactly what that means when you explain to me why you’re still here.”

He looked taken aback, as if he hadn’t expected you to bring this up. 

“I’m still here because I live here. With you.” He said. “Or have you somehow forgotten that?”

Your hands balled into fists, in complete disbelief that he could have the nerve to talk to you like that after what he’d been doing all night. 

Once upon a time, he would’ve said that he was still here because of you, because he loved you. But that time was long gone.

“Just walk away, Joel.” You said, exhaustion slipping into your voice. It was always so draining to fight with him, and you weren’t sure you had it in you anymore. 

“No, I want to know where the hell else I should be if not here. What’s your problem?” He placed his hands on his hips, condescension creeping into his voice. 

You looked away from Joel, focusing out the window on the town. He should’ve walked away, he had no way of defending himself, of defending words he hadn’t spoken to you in months. 

“What’s her name?” You finally spoke. He did his best to hide it, but you heard the stutter in his breath, felt the way the atmosphere in the room shifted.

“What?” He said, suddenly breathless.

You met his eyes again. “The woman you go see every night. The one who’s replaced me? I mean, I guess she hasn’t really replaced me if I’m still here, but you get the point. Who is she?”

“Darling-”

“Don’t. Call me that.” You said sternly. 

“I got no idea what you’re talking about.”

You walked around the couch, now standing directly in front of Joel. 

“Really? Okay. Then look me in the eyes and tell me you love me.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “And what would that prove?”

“That you haven’t been pulling away from me since we got here. That you can still stand to look at me even though this is the first time you’ve met my eyes in weeks.”

He didn’t have a chance to get a word out before you continued on, too fueled by your rage to stop now. 

“I gave you everything, Joel. Every piece of me and who I am. And you know what I got in return? Nothing. You never gave me a damn thing, Joel. And I’ve had to sit here and watch you fall out of love with me and right into love with someone else. Do you know how that feels? Have you stopped even once to consider how that might make me feel? Or were you too distracted by her to remember that I was still here. That I still love you.”

Tears were steadily streaming down your face. 

“I don’t know… what you think you saw or what you think you know, but there is nothing going on between me and whoever this woman is.”

“Oh my god!” You started to laugh hysterically, reaching up to pull at your hair. “Is that what this is? You’re going to stand here and make me feel crazy because you can’t admit what’s going on.”

“No. That ain’t what’s going on.”

“Stop lying!” You all but screamed at him, baffled that he was still trying to act innocent. 

“I ain’t lying!” He yelled back, matching your tone. 

“I’m done.” You watched his face fall, anger burning in his eyes. “I’ve sat here for long enough, watching you live without me. I’m not doing it anymore. Admit it or not, I don’t care. You have someone else, now.”

Without looking back, you turned and walked out the door.

“Hey!” He called marching out right behind you. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?!”

“Anywhere but here!”

You looked to your left, seeing Tommy walking towards the two of you. 

“C’mon.” Joel tried. “Let’s go back inside to talk about this.” He tried to grab your arm, but you pulled away before he could.

“Absolutely not. I’m not going back in there so you can lie to me.” You shook your head as you turned to face him. 

Tommy interrupted the conversation before Joel could respond. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked cautiously, hands raised in front of him. 

You whirled towards him, your hair flying behind you as you did. Tommy had known - for however long - that Joel was having an affair. And he didn’t try to hide it. The pity in his eyes everytime he looked at you was obvious enough to say everything he wouldn’t.

You took a step closer to him, pushing your finger into his chest. 

“Unless you tell me what her name is, I want nothing to do with you right now.”

He gave you a confused look. 

“What?” He asked, looking over your shoulder at Joel. “What are you talking about?”

“Tommy Miller, I swear to god, you will not lie to me too.”

“I’m not lying, I just don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You turned back to Joel. “What did you tell him? Hm? Is everyone going to lie to me until I let it go? Until I come crawling back to you like everyone apparently seems to think I should?”

Joel reached out, this time managing to gently grasp your wrist. 

“No one’s lying to you. There’s no one else. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but we’ll figure it out.” He finished, a plea in his eyes as he looked at you, silently begging you to drop it. 

You were in complete disbelief. Joel was standing here, not just in front of you, but in front of Tommy, still trying to keep this up. He had to know that you knew. There was no way he didn’t. 

“Joel…” You muttered, complete disgust in your voice. 

“Carly.” You heard Tommy say, but you couldn’t take your eyes off Joel. His eyes closed as he let out a breath, dropping his head to his chest. 

You wrenched your hand out of his grasp and he let you, turning to face Tommy. 

“Her name is Carly.” He said, an apology written all over his face. “Look, I’m sorry-”

“No. You don’t get to be sorry.” You cut him off. “You knew for a fact that there was someone else, and not only did you not tell me, you lied straight to my face about it!” Your chest was heaving, air not seeming to fill your lungs. 

“Who else knew?” You asked. Neither of them answered.

“Huh? Joel? Who else knew? I know Ellie did. Is that really the example you want to set for her? Did everyone in Jackson know?” You were practically screaming at this point, and they let you. Tommy knew there was no amount of sorry that he could be that would fix this, and Joel knew that your relationship was well over by now. 

Tommy shook his head, but you knew that it wasn’t in answer to your question. Because yes, everyone in Jackson knew. 

“I told him not to say anything.” Joel spoke from behind you. “I told whoever asked not to say anything. I never thought it’d get this out of hand. It was just-” You tuned him out at that point, no longer wanting to listen to whatever excuse he was about to give. 

You weren’t sure how long you stood there with him talking. You were replaying your entire relationship in your head, the good and the bad. How did you get here, begging to be a part of his life? When did it end? 

“...but I need you to hear me when I say that I… I love you.” He finished, glassy eyes concentrated on the back of your head. 

‘I love you’? 

That caught your attention - the phrase he hadn’t spoken to you in god knows how long, and now he was using it to try to defend himself. 

You couldn’t do it anymore, so, without a second thought, you turned around…

…and smacked the shit out of him.

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Tell me your thoughts! Thank you for reading :)

[ebonystarfall]

A Cursed Taunt (pt. 2)

Ink!Peng x Ex-Brotherhood!Reader

Created by: Starlight (Owner 2)

Type of content: Oneshot

Pov: Second

Word count: 1553 (approximately)

TW: Theres gaslighting???? (Maybe??) Ink Peng is a bitch, not beta read, I feel absolutely tired but I want to do this because I feel guilty for not finishing this earlier...btw you almost DIE haha (you gotta be lucky Tang was there)

A/N: Guys I am SO sorry that it's been so long, I swear...I plan to write more when I get the chance, but school seems to have a tendency to place a hit on my creative mind and strike it down from its position at the top of my head and at the bottom of my heart. Btw this also takes part BEFORE Peng and Yellowtusk get out of the scroll. Before Tang finds out that Azure is bad and whatnot, y'know?

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

Even though you and the rest of the gang had managed to escape the ink demons before, you were separated once again, each of you thrown into different moments in these cursed scrolls of memory. You found yourself on Flower Fruit Mountain, a place that felt too familiar. This was the day you and the Brotherhood had gathered to discuss overthrowing the Jade Emperor, a day that had been etched into your mind forever. You had your doubts back then, but you kept them buried, fearing the judgment of those around you.

Peng, your closest friend, had been especially eager that day, their voice loud with conviction. "Azure Lion would be perfect on the throne," they had said, without a hint of hesitation. Their fervor had inspired the others, making the plan feel inevitable, but deep down, you had questioned if this was the right path. Still, you stayed silent, watching as the momentum built around their idea.

You didn’t like this memory much. It felt disorienting to be back in a place you knew wasn’t real. The fruit on the table was an illusion, the laughter and arguments of your former Brothers were mere phantoms, and Peng’s mischievous glances—those glances you’d yearned for throughout centuries of separation—were nothing more than a trick of the scroll.

...it simply was not real. This was just the scroll's doing. It was just something the scroll as doing. The protective curse would be there eventually. the protective curs-

"Y/N!! You're stuck in your thoughts again, wake up!" the familiar voice of Peng was heard, exasperatedly shaking your thoughts back down to the world.

You turned to face them, and you huffed. "Can't I just think for a second?"

Peng, ever the mischief-maker, simply giggled at your exasperation. They nudged you playfully with a grin, their eyes sparkling with amusement as they took another sip from their goblet of wine. "But where's the fun in that?" they teased, leaning closer. "Lighten up, will you? Don’t be such a sorry little rodent like Macaque over here!" They gestured toward Macaque with a mock-serious expression, clearly enjoying their own joke.

You took a second to glance at Macaque, who was shyly sitting next to the past version of Wukong. A scoff escaped your lips. "Don't make fun of him, you feathered oaf."

"Ah, very well then," Peng said with a mischievous glint in their eye. "I have an idea, little bug! How about we take a little time off from this gathering and head up to the mountain peaks? It'll certainly get rowdy soon, and I'd much rather keep my feathers intact." They snickered, glancing back at the chaotic scene unfolding at the table.

The scene was a perfect storm of pettiness and disorder. Wukong was in a heated argument with the Demon Bull King over the potency of their alcohol, while Macaque, though visibly irritated, remained in his seat, trying to ignore the ruckus. Azure Lion was literally dragging Wukong away from the Bull King, as if dealing with a feral cat. As for Yellowtusk, he was nowhere to be seen, and given the state of things, you couldn’t help but think he had made the right choice to leave.

"...fine," you muttered, your voice tinged with resignation. You were still grappling with whether this was a memory or an illusion—this Peng wasn’t real, but their presence felt undeniably genuine. Before you could dwell on it further, Peng took your hand with a playful grin and led you up the mountain peak, their fuchsia eyes shimmering with excitement as they glanced back at you.

"Isn't the view wonderful? Soon enough, we'll have the whole Celestial Realm to look down on! Isn't that...fun?"

You nodded silently, your thoughts heavy. After a moment, you mumbled, "Hey, Peng?"

"Yes, dear?" Peng responded, their voice warm and attentive.

"Is it wrong to feel attached to people who probably hate me now? Why do you think I feel that way?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

Peng paused, as if considering your question carefully. Then, a mischievous smile spread across their face. "Because you're an idiot," they said simply.

You froze in surprise as Peng’s image began to dissolve, shifting into dark, feathery pieces of ink and energy. The curse of the scroll was catching up to you sooner than expected.

"A foolish, stupid little idiot," a new voice echoed with a sinister tone. "Hello there, little bug. It seems I’ve finally caught you once more."

—

You stared at the ink version of your former friend, then took a second to glance at the scenery. The warm lantern hanging on the nearby tree disappeared, leaving only a teal blue and inky black background. The bird demon scoffed, pointing their Ji at you, manifesting it from some ink splatters on the ground.

"It was such a bore trying to locate you, then that scholar, those demons, and that horse dragon girl...irritating, all of it. Luckily for them, I'm going to take my time on you first."

"Stop confusing me! You're not the real Peng, you're just a curse pretending to be them for some pity! Stop it, damn it!" You had yelled, taking a step back.

The inky bird demon clearly didn’t take kindly to your outburst. They surged toward you with alarming speed, their talons swiping dangerously close to your sides. A sinister cackle escaped them, and their teal-glowing eyes rolled with a mockingly feigned innocence.

"I have no idea what you mean by that," the demon crooned, their voice dripping with false sweetness. "Why would you say something like that? Do you not trust me, Y/N? All we've done together, all that we’ve…" They leaned in closer, their warm breath brushing against your neck—a stark contrast to the chill of their appearance. Peng had never been this warm, and a shiver raced down your spine as they continued, "…experienced together…"

You could feel strange droplets falling onto your shoulders, and despite yourself, you remained frozen in place. Tiny, warm ink droplets trickled from the demon's body, a bizarre reminder of their unsettling proximity. Ink Peng's form leaned even closer, their voice a whisper in your ear.

"Doesn't this feel real to you, little bug?" they taunted, their tone laced with a twisted satisfaction.

You remained silent, the sensation of warm ink enveloping you in its twisted embrace making you shudder. The texture was unsettling, reminiscent of lukewarm oil—slick and unnervingly smooth.

"My, my, so quiet now. How sad," the ink demon tutted, their voice laced with mock sympathy. They nuzzled you with their strange, inky feathers, the touch both alien and intimate, as if trying to draw out a reaction from you.

"Don't… don't pretend to be them," you said, your voice trembling. "You will never be half of my old friend, ever. No matter how many times you look through these memories, you will never compare to—"

You tried to continue, but your breath caught as you felt the blade of the Ji pressing against your throat. The inky metal was almost imperceptibly sharp, just barely piercing your skin. The sting was sharp and immediate, and a tiny droplet of blood began to trickle down from your neck.

"What was that?" the ink demon's voice was tauntingly smooth. "Seems like you're a bit preoccupied with something." Their tone was a cruel mix of amusement and menace, making the situation all the more terrifying.

You gasped as the ink demon applied a bit more pressure to the blade, the sting intensifying as it sliced through your skin. The warmth of your own blood mingled with the cold, inky metal, and for a moment, it seemed as if the end might be near. Your heart raced, and a sharp pain shot through your neck, threatening to suffocate you.

Just as the pain became unbearable, a flash of golden light erupted in the chaos. Tang, the scholar who simply LOVED learning about the legends, appeared out of nowhere with his golden magic staff. His face was pale with fear, but his eyes were locked on you with intense relief. “ACK- hold on, Y/N, I don't know how to work this thing!” he cried out, his voice trembling. The staff emitted a blinding glow as he desperately swung it, catching Ink Peng off guard. In the split second of distraction, Tang’s magic teleported you away from the blade’s edge.

The protective curse around the scroll flared up, irate at the sudden disruption. Ink Peng’s form wavered with irritation as they glared at the spot where you had vanished. Their frustration was palpable, their dark ink swirling with heightened agitation.

—

In the new location within the scroll, Tang's panicked voice broke through the haze. “Y/N, are you okay?! You look hurt, I can find something to help...”

He reached out, his hands trembling as he tried to assess your condition. But you remained unresponsive, your mind still spinning from the encounter. Thoughts of Peng and the near-death experience clouded your thoughts, making it difficult to focus on Tang’s concerned face or his desperate attempts to ensure you were alright.

You just felt...numb, to be honest.

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Warm Embrace | Yandere!Mirio x Reader

“(Y/N),” You shivered at the use of your name, clutching the blanket wrapped around you closer to your body, “You know you can’t sleep like that forever.”

Yes the hell you could, you thought from within your thin cocoon.

Ever since you’d been permanently moved in with Mirio, you’d refused to willingly touch him in any way.

To avoid touching him when you both went to bed, you feverishly wrapped yourself in your small blanket that you’d bought years ago.

And though Mirio was patient with you, it was obvious that his patience was beginning to run thin.

All he wanted to do was cuddle with you in the bed! It broke his heart whenever he watched you tightly wrap yourself in that blanket of yours.

He could tell that you weren’t getting any good sleep either. You’d tremble throughout the night, anxiety ridden and unable to fully fall asleep.

But Mirio knew that some cuddles would help you relax. He was bigger than you so he could engulf you and keep you way warmer than that old blanket could. He just needed to show you.

You felt Mirio scooch closer to your balled form.

Quickly deciding that you didn't like this level of closeness, you nearly sprung from your blanket and out the bed.

Unfortunately, you weren't quick enough and Mirio hooked a muscular arm around your waist to snatch you back onto the bed with a hearty chuckle.

"Where ya goin?" He asked smoothly, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

Now you were trapped in his hold, back to his chest.

You could feel his warm breath on the back of your head and shivered.

This new development was not to you liking.

"M-...Mirio, let me go." You demanded shakily, sitting awkwardly on your side of the bed.

Instead of doing as you'd said, he held you tighter, sliding you into his lap.

You stilled.

Now you were even closer. You didn't think it was possible to be so close to someone. You never imagined that you'd allow yourself to get this close to him.

You could smell him. He smelled like patchouli. The scent of his new body wash that'd he'd gotten for himself recently.

If he held you for too long, his scent would rub off onto you.

If he held you any closer to him, you'd probably meld into each other and become one.

You wanted anything but that.

"Slow your breathing down, baby." He whispered into your shoulder. His lips grazed over the skin of your neck, you could feel the hairs sticking up at the stimulation, "You know I'd never hurt you."

He says that but then keeps you in his house locked away from the world and your family.

That was hurting you.

Your eyes warm with tears. Had the circumstances not been what they were, you would've melted at the way Mirio was holding you right now. How he was softly whispering into your ear that you were safe and keeping you warm with his body heat.

But that was a fantasy. A fantasy that Mirio was having no trouble acting out.

Maybe you should play along too. Gaslight yourself into being happy like Mirio was.

There was no way you'd be able to escape. Mirio had too many connections, too much money, too much influence.

With a choked sob, you allowed Mirio's suffocating light to completely engulf you. You sank into his embrace despite the way your chest bounced unevenly from the anxiety and allowed him to take deep breaths into your head, taking in your scent.

As he sunk you both into the mattress offering whispers of sweet nothings, you prayed that one day his embrace would grow warmer to keep you from descending any further.

[asimpwithfreetime]

HIIII I LOVE YOUR WORK

Can I request a (yandere or smut) Aonung fic because I’m literally in love with him thankssss🫶🫶🫶

What about Yandere AND smut? I am feeling naughty today 😈 hope you enjoy

Nobody tells me what to do (aged up! Ao’nung x fem! Reader)

Summary: Y/n was Lo’ak’s future mate back in the forest, when she comes to look for him after 6 years, she finds out he mated with Tsireya. Ao’nung is there to help her out and make her forget him.

AO’NUNG IS AROUND 20 IN THIS FIC

General warnings: cheating, the other woman cliché (my fav tbh), yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, forced mating, gaslight, smut, pussy eating, squirt, fluid drinking,

The pussy eating in this post is inspired by @justasimps-blog Ao’nung eating pussy headcanons. Thank you for such an amazing work <3

[ 3rd Person POV ]

Y/n walked slowly towards the shore, her ikran waiting patiently there. “Wait” a voice behind her said. She turned around seeing a boy she had seen hours earlier when she was looking for Lo’ak.

“You know” the boy fidgeted, suddenly nervous “for a jungle freak, you are pretty cool” he started off wrong, Y/n was burrowing her brows with not a pleased face. “What I am trying to say is… ugh!.. would you like to join me at dinner tonight, it is getting quite late and I don’t want you flying in the middle of the night, it is dangerous”.

She cracked a soft smile for the very first time that day, she accepted. “Just for your information, I am the future Olo’eyktan” Ao’nung puffed his chest in pride. “So you’ll be eating with the best guy around here” he smiled at her.

Later that night, Y/n sat beside Ao’nung, much to everyone’s surprise. Lo’ak was quite angry watching them for afar as he was sitting beside Tsireya and his family. Neytiri was quite delighted to see Y/n with Ao’nung. Jake was surprised, he thought the girl would go back to home.

Lo’ak’s parents weren’t very happy of seeing how their son left her without any notice.

Ao’nung smiled triumphantly at Lo’ak. His pale blue hand snaking around Y/n’s waist as they ate. Y/n blushed at this. During the night, Ronal and Tonowari smiled at each other, finding Y/n as a good girl for their son.

Later, Y/n was invited to stay at the Sully’s marui pod, since Lo’ak lived with Tsireya in other marui. “Oh, sorry but she is going with me” Ao’nung smiled slyly as he took Y/n to his house.

Lo’ak was pretty aware of that.

Once on the Marui, Y/n turned to Ao’nung. “I am thankful for your help, but truly I would like to go home” she spoke solemnly.

“Home?” Ao’nung chuckled “but you are going to be my mate. I have already chosen you”. His eyes narrowed. “But… I am not ready to be promised to someone again…” she responded, her heartbreak coming back. “Who has talked about promising? I am going to take you right here right now, mates for ever in front of Eywa” he smiled darkly, walking closer to her.

She began to feel nervous. “But first I gotta convince you, to show you things that he couldn’t do to you” he spoke with pride and disgust at the same time. The mention of he was pretty disgusting for Ao’nung.

“Ao’nung, what will your parents say? I… I mean, you are the future Olo’eyktan, maybe the Gad already found you a mate” she spoke quietly.

“Nobody tells me what to do” he smiled cockily, closing the gap between them, snaking his arms around her back and pushing her body flush against his. “You wanna be mine? Are you choosing me back, sweetheart?” He cooed next to her lips.

“Yes” she responded without thinking. He smashed his lips against her. His hands went down, squeezing her butt, making her squeal into the kiss. The kissing soon turned into a make-out session, which had both of them on the floor. Ao’nung on top of Y/n. He moved her beaded top away, softly caressing her skin with the tip of his fingers.

Once he broke off the kiss, he kissed her jaw, followed by sloppy hickeys on her neck to softly kissing her breasts. Firstly with love, then with lust. He sucked and nibbled at her nipples, making her moan and squirm under his power. He held her hips to stop her from moving.

“do you like this?” He question between soft kisses and nibbles. She moaned softly before responding “yeah”. His hand swirly made its way towards her loincloth, toying her pussy through the thin fabric. He stared at her with a sly smile, looking at her while she moaned and her eyes rolled a little bit back.

His kissed trailed down her stomach before stoping and pulling at her loincloth, successfully getting her naked. Ao’nung sensed her nervousness so he pulled his own loincloth off, that way they were equal. His dick was fully erect, glistening with precum as he lowered himself to start eating her out.

He first licked softly all the wetness accumulated, taking his sweet time. His ego was being boosted by the way she squirmed and softly moved with his movements.

He began tongue-fucking into her, pretty aware of the way his nose pressed flat against her clit, the nerve bundle bringing bolts up Y/n’s spine. He slurped the juices that came out of her, obviously trying to make them as obnoxious as possible.

Y/n was near her orgasm when he began sucking her clit and finger fucking her. So he had to use both of his strong hands to keep her thighs apart and to not let her wriggle away from him. He continued sucking her clit, even after her high.

Y/n had lost her voice and now she could only moan and sigh in a high tone or squeal with really high notes. Ao’nung had never felt prouder. The way he knew she was coming again, overstimulated and he just continued to suck and suck and swirl his tongue in circles. And Y/n could only moan, scream and unknowingly buckle her hips in the search of more pleasure.

He began finger fucking her again, changing both hands pulling her down to just one arm trying to hold her. As she tried to escape the oncoming orgasm, she felt as she could pass out, her toes began curling, her whole body jumping with the bolts that run up and down, she came undone.

Her sweet scream-moan could have been heard in the whole place. Her fluids coming out rather fast as Ao’nung tried to drink as much, most of it flowing down his chin into his chest and abs. His dick twitched with interest, more precum flowing out of it. He then lapped at her entrance, trying to get the last drop, she tried to pry him away, trembling and moving with sudden spasms all over her body.

“Did you like it?” He smiled cockily, her juices still on his chin, chest and abs, now reaching the base of his cock. She wasn’t able to respond “I said did you like it? Come on, use your words” he passed a finger up her slit, pressing ever so slightly on her clit, she twitched again, her vagina pulsing over nothing. “Now, did you like it?” He threatened with his finger pretty close to her warm and wet pussy.

“Eh… ye… yes… I… I like it… alo…. A lot…” she was breathing heavily, taking her time to get back to herself.

[splitt]

CORRUPTION

Chapter one

Ticci Toby x Reader Nsfw

SENSITIVE CONTENT WARNINGS: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Angst, Abuse, Non-con, Dub-con, Nsfw - Smut, Masturbation, Cockwarming, Kinda yandere, Unhealthy relationship, Kinks, Major Character Death, Anxiety and Panic attacks, Violance, Trauma.

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You were laying on your shared bedroom, waiting for Toby to come back from another mission It’s been five hours you think to yourself, remembering what he said before leaving you in this cold boring room “Don’t worry, i will be ba-back soon bumblebee.”

You two had been dating for almost a year now. He had always been kind towards you, treating as if you could shatter under his touch. Of course there are times when he hurt you in both mentality and physically way but he never really mean to do it.

Not wanting to waste your time doing nothing but staring at the wall and dive inside of your gloomy thoughts you decided to read a book.

Toby came back after hours, he shut the door harshly and locked it, he is mad, you sit on the edge of the bed looking at him must have been a rough mission you thought to yourself. His gaze softened as he looked at you, seeing that you were wearing his hoodie. He approached you tenderly, kneeled down in front of you before hugging your belly burying his face on your lap.

“It had been seven hours” you cooed as your hands run through his messy hair taking out the leafs on that tangled mess wondering how they even get there. “We argued with Tim, Asshole, and almost fai-failed, failed, failed the mission” he hugged you tighter as whimpering. “I miss you” he said finally looking to your face “i miss you too darling” you smile warmly and he kissed those perfect lips of yours.

He stand up as you grabbed his hoodie tightly, wanting things to get naughty. Still he was kissing you innocently.

Dry blood covered hands grabbed your waist, laying you on the bed as he take his place top of you. Soft lips touching your neck, he politely pulled you closer.

Slowly taking all of your clothes off, leaving you naked. Kisses getting rougher each time making you moan his name. You placed your hand on his member above his pants, slovly teasing him and enjoying how hard he gets for you. He take his hoodie off and throw it on the ground. “Y/N…” he mumbled. Rest of his clothes are thrown away carelessly not long after, thats right he was so hard and it was obvious yht he is hardly controling himself. beautiful hazel eyes met with yours. “ if you allow me” Toby, sweetest boy you have ever met, asked for permission kindly, refusing to take it any further without your answer. “Toby, yes”. He looks way more than attractive with that grin.

Toby separate your legs as kissing and playing with your breasts, leaving his love marks everywhere. His other hand slowly rubbing your cilt and then pressing his fingers inside of you in and out slowly just to tease you, driving you mad with pleasure, “Damn bum-bumblebee, i made you this wet already?” He jokingly said not allowing you to finish. Making your cheeks go red. He rubbed his hard member few times before gently pressing it against your entrance, “Ngh..” you hold his arm as he split your cunt with his rock hard cock.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to your body. "Tight." He buried his head on your hair taking you in with deep breaths. "God... Y/N yo-you're so warm inside..."

Getting deeper and harder with each thrust, he started sucking and biting your necck again, making you fill the room with moans not even caring about others to hear you. He is all you wanted tyo have right now, his love is more precious than anything else.

"Darling..." Toby moaned as he changed his position. Grabbing your waist roughly with his bloody hands, he was losing himself again not being able to understand it's hurting you, you almost, almost, whimpered with pain. But then again you were so close to the edge that you couldn't even care about it. It take few pushs and you cummed all over your lovers man sword, and soon after he realised inside of you.

That was a quick joy before sleep, to color both of your dreams.

Toby pulled himself out and lay next to you smiling, giving you a comfortable hug. "Thank you my bee" he kissed your head "you're welcome honey" you smiled "ı like the new, new, new nickname" that was the last thing you remember before passing out.

You wake up by Toby who is hugging you from behind a little too tight, you turned to him hugging him back, trying to calm him by playing with his hair.

Sweet boy finally woke up from the torture. He relaxed as soon as he realise your naked body. "Good morning Toby". He give you a huge warm smile. "Good morning".

Pretty hazel eyes scan your body, he wanted to make sure that he didn't hurt you too much. His smile fade away as his eyes locked on your abused waist. "Bumblebee... ı'm so so sorry" it take so long to convince him that it's okay.

His attractive naked body was cleaned up, out of his other injuries there was something new, something from you, hickeys on his neck and scratches behind his back, you couldn't help but smiled. You lay your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat while he play with your messed up hair.

It was just like a dream untill someone tried to open the door harshly. “Open the fucking door Rogers!” He yelled aggressively kicking the door, it would be a lie if you say you aren’t scared. Toby sighed with annoyance, “I told you not t-to call me th-that asshole, g-guess your brain is too small to understand even li-little things.” Every word was filled with disgust. You giggled and he winked at you.

Tim started kicking the door outside “i said open the god damn door Toby!” You stare at Toby with anxiety this time. “Ba-bastard…” he leave the warm bed and wear his pants "Stay in bed". He kissed your head before unlocking the door. “What do you want Tim?” Not even allowing for him to open the door fully Tim entered inside, placing his hands on Toby’s neck.

Before you could understand anything your lover was pinned on the ground while being choked to death. “i will fucking kill you!” Tim shouted.

Toby tried to punch and kick him off yet he failed. His ticks were getting worse as he kept cursing, “g-g-get off, off, off son of a bi-bitch, bi-“ not even giving him time to finish Tim grabbed his hair and started banging Toby’s head on the ground wildly. "learn how to speak you ticci bitch." He was acting like an animal.

That was too much, you can’t just stay there and watch this. You get up and grab an empty wine bottle, thanks lord the room wasn’t cleaned up yet, your darlings hazel eyes watching you in panic. He understands.

The sound of shattered glass filled the room, little pieces falling into the ground. It caused Tim to lose his balance. His eyes scan your still naked body with rage “you will regret this little sh-“ he let go of Toby and attack you.

Hopefully there was enough time for Toby to pull himself together and get up. He hold your wrist and pulled you behind him. “Don’t you fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, touch her.” Both of the boys heads were covered with blood yet Toby's conscious was almost gone.

"Give me back my fucking pills Rogers. I told you not to touch my stuff." Tim said. Your boyfriend pulled out the pills Tim asked for, throwing them at the savage man infront of you. "And my drugs too, give them" Toby was losing too much blood. "Jeff got them." Toby replied coldly.

The other man was satisfied to see your lover injured and covered in blood. "wery well." You could feel his eyes on your body as you place Toby on your shared bed.

Turning back to Tim again, you were looking at him full of disgust he ruined your morning "Get out Tim you got what you wanted, now leave us alone." you said. "Not yet sugar but ı will leave this time." His gaze on your breasts, you uncomfortably covered yourself making him giggle at your action. "Behave your toy, Rogers..." and he finally left the room.

Toby kept his silence as you take care of his wounds which made you quiet nervous. He would normally rent about silly things to lighten the mood. There is nothing wrong, he must be having a sudden mood change you think to yourself. “I t-told you to stay in bed.” He broke the silence. “You didn’t think that I would just watch, did you?” You said with a little smile but it only caused him to get angrier.

He was looking at you as if a wolf looking at its prey, filling this little bunny with nothing but fear. “Toby i-“ he didn’t let you finish. “Tell me, darling, didn’t i told you to stay.” There is nowhere you can run bunny, you had already reached the dead end. "yes, but-" he covered your mouth "Shut up. fuck off, fuck off, don't you know wh-what could happen?" the other hand grabbed your wrist, holding it tightly. "mgh-"

Thats it, big bad wolf finally hunt the bunny. “Maybe It’s better to show you, agh, you would l-like that wouldn’t you.” He woofed. You know exactly what he is planning to do, Toby knows you overhate it but this never stopped him so far. Bubbles of He pull off his claws. Hazel eyes locked into your teary ones, “N-no, please everything but not that.” You begged.

He stand up and grab some clothes of his, handing them over you with a grin. “You wouldn’t like your clothes to get dirty right?” You hide under the bedsheet trying to ignore him “Cmon sunshine, d-dress up. We’re going out.” Toby cooed.

The silence keeps it easy, keeps you safe for the moment. It’s all over now, so why are you still trembling with fear? Toby placed his hands on your shoulders “Good girl.” He said with a satisfied voice. You couldn’t stop starting at the mess you caused, motionless bodies covered with blood. Toby’s hands slowly slipped to yours, taking his hatchets from you. “You made a huge mess, bumblebee. I w-wasn’t expecting this much.” Soft lips touched your neck.

“I did’t… i-i never wanted t-to…” you cried. Toby turned around, places his hands on your cheeks. “Don’t cry.” He wiped your tears away “i only s-show you how you could end up.” You hugged him and hide your face, there was no sound but your tear drops meeting the ground. A panic attack followed your irregular heartbeats. He didn't mean to broke you this much, no, Toby only wanted to show you what could have happend. "Hey...it's o-okay." strong arms wrapped around your body, keeping you safe.

Same feelings swallows you every time. Trying to get out of this mess is pointless, the more you struggle the more you sink in deeper. Your struggles are nothing.

“You tear up every time…” he said as he left kisses on your neck. “Aren’t you h-happy, we are the same.” Toby grabbed your hairs carefully, exposing the neck he kissed. “You’re a murderer just like me, don’t cry.” Toby spoke the truth you didn’t wanted to hear. “Please, home…” you cried. “Alright, bum-bumblebee.”

He walked you to an old felled tree, you two sit side by side. "Don't cry anymore bumblebee, everything is alright now." He said with a sade tone. Your hands were trapped between his, warm and a little bit shaky too. Toby cracked his necks unwillingly, "Fuck! that hurt." his words made you laugh a little bit. Oh, he will never change will he? Both of your laughs echoed among the woods.

Toby left you on your shared room when the sun get placed by the moon, he said he will be back at late and you shouldn’t wait for him, locked the door and take the key with him. So here you are again, trapped in this booring room all by yourself.

You could watch tv or read a book to entertain yourself but you didn’t wanted to, other alternatives to be entertained are masturbating and sleeping but you didn’t wanted to do them either. You left alone to repeat same things whenever Toby locks you, yeah maybe you enjoy it most of the time but when this became a part of your regular day it started to get boring.

[funnyexel]

Give Yourself To Me

August Walker x Black Female Reader

A/n: As promised I have provided a toe-gripping story (according to me) please read the warnings below, enjoy and don’t be shy to leave some love on this post

Warnings: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Consensual Non Consent, Cry Fetish, Fear Kink, Rough Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Foul Language, Name Calling, Stalker Behavior, Kidnapping

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You don’t remember. You can’t even if you tried. You simply woke up in his house one night. Your life, if you even had one, was all a blur. “Who are you?” You hesitated your words as you watched him from your corner. “I’m your boyfriend.” He said and you questioned it. “My boyfriend?” You took a deep breath and moved out of the corner, little by little. “I can’t remember you.” You frown. “I’m sorry…” Taking some steps closer to you, he sighs. “It’s okay.” His deep voice echoing around the room, he makes sure not to touch you. “What’s your name?” You ask him, wanting to rekindle what you once had. “August.” He replies, looking down to you. “I like your name.” You smile at him and he opens the door for you. Walking out the room with him, he walks you through his house. Showing you the living room, kitchen, bathrooms, his room and everything you needed to see. It was all one story so it shouldn’t be too hard to remember where everything is. “I’m not going to make you sleep with me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He says to you as you both look at his room through the door frame. You smile to yourself at his thoughtfulness.

A few nights in and you get to know him more each night. “Its probably annoying to hear me ask the same things over again.” You say, leaning your head on the couch. He shakes his head. “Its…” He paused, looking for the right word. “Refreshing.” Your eyebrows, scrunch together and you scoot closer to him. “How?” He turns off the tv so you both can talk without background noise. “Hard to say. It feels nice is all I’m saying.” He says, towering over you even while sitting. Sitting in each others invisible bubbles, you feel so close and warm. Your hand rested on his arm, easing your busy mind. His blue eyes captivating as you stare into them. The silence prompts him to hold your cheek. His hand rough and cold, yet you still leaned into his touch. Leaning down, he kisses you. Tenderly, his lips peck yours. Probably not wanting to rush you into anything, but you showed him otherwise. Moving your hands to hold his face and open your mouth to carry on the kiss.

That kiss was the only one you both shared for weeks. In the moment it felt right. It didn’t lead to anything, just a cute kiss and you functioned as normal. But when you would fall asleep in his presence, whether that be on the couch or in your room, he would be in your dreams. It was weird and you told him about it. He looked a little surprised when you would describe it to him in great detail. “That’s some dream.” He says and that would remind you thats all it was, a dream. Even when he would get rough and rowdy with you and not in a sexual way. Him pushing you around in your dream, made you distance yourself from him a bit. What if it was your memories coming back in the form of a dream? He noticed and you expressed your concerns to him. “Y/n, baby, do you hear yourself?” He leans on the kitchen counter and you shrug. “How am I supposed to compete with a dream? Your imagination is getting the best of you.” He shakes his head at you. “But August, its scaring me.” You fold your hands in front of you. “You’re being too sensitive. Its just a dream, there’s nothing to be scared about.” He picks up your chin as you begin to look down. “I’m offended that you’re painting me as someone who’d hurt you.”

“I..It wasn’t me, its the dream-“ He interrupts you as you try to justify your thoughts. “And that dream was yours. Unbelievable.” He moves to the other side of the kitchen to continue looking for food to eat. You stand there on the verge of tears. He was right, you were being too sensitive about a dream. A fabrication of your mind. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” You smile through a few tears as he ignores you. “August?” Tapping his shoulder hesitantly. “I’m sorry about the dream, it was insensitive of me.” You look at him and he kisses you on the cheek, smiling back at you. “I’m glad that you realized your mistake.” Its crazy how you didn’t recognize anything wrong with this conversation. Things only got worse from here. As more and more dreams flooded your mind every night as you went to sleep, you pieced things together. “Tell me!” He raised his voice at you and you flinched, refusing to speak anymore. Clearing his throat, he takes a deep breath. “You’re getting me upset but I’m calm now.” He says and your lip quivers. “I…you kidnapped me.” You whisper softly. His face oozes with frustration as he moves to get off the bed, you run. As quickly as your legs can possibly take you, your hands shake uncontrollably as you try to open the front door. “I tried to be nice but you don’t want that.” He says, grabbing you by the neck and dragging you.

“But I am pretty relieved because my patience was running so thin with you.” Your struggling is drowned out by his words as he walked you to the kitchen. Letting you go, you take a much needed breath and he pushes you against the counter. Caressing your shoulder, he yanks off your shirt. “August!” You yell, your hands racing to cover your exposed chest. He’s nowhere near stopping as he tugs on your shorts. Ripping it with his hastiness as he pulls them down your waist. Pooling at your ankles. You huff in frustration. Doing everything in your power to look away from him, he grabs your chin and with the straightest face. “Look at me.” He states, pulling your panties aside and sticking two fingers in. A shuddered breath leaving your lips. Your hands shifting from covering your breasts to unknowingly squeezing them. Even as its so wrong it feels dangerously right.

You’re so embarrassed, the wetness in between your legs all over his fingers. You looked to one side and then the other, even the ceiling. Anything to distract yourself from his fingers curling, moving in and out your cunt like nobody’s business. “no.” You weakly repeat, moving your hands from your breasts and doing your best to close your legs. He lets go of your chin and forces open your legs. Leaning down to your ear, he whispers. “Keep your legs open yourself or I’ll tie them.” You look at him as he leans back and open your legs. Taking out his fingers, you muffle a whimper. He glances at you as he lifts you onto the counter and spreads your legs. Plunging his hands in you once more, he puts his hand on your upper inner thigh and squeezes inhumanely hard. Looking down to his hands, you trap a moan in your throat. Breathing heavily as he fingers you faster and to add to the unbearable sexual acts of this man, he uses his thumb on the hand that was gripping onto your thigh to rub small circles on your clit.

No denying that he hit the spot as you held his arm to stop, whining and squeezing on his fingers. “s..stop” You uttered, barely being heard by him. Your unsteady breathing, turned to low moans as you came on his fingers for the first time. He kept going, not stopping or slowing down. Your sensitive core becoming even more sensitive as his circles on your clit become more harsh. “stop…no” You find your voice and warn him as if he isn’t getting what he wanted from you. “Shut up.” He states, annoyed as he stops rubbing your clit and covers your mouth. Leaning you back on the counter. Allowing him to keep you down, you moan into his palm as his fingers violently make you cum for the second time. Uncovering your mouth, you get a grip and he takes his fingers out of you. Pulling you up by your arm, he takes off your panties and wipes off your juices with it.

Putting it aside for now, he slides your shirt to you on the counter. “Put on the shirt.” He didn’t have to tell you twice as you quickly threw it over your body. Taking you off the counter, he bends you over it as your legs shook under you. “Every time, you put on this shirt. I want you to remember what I did to you in it.” He exclaims to you lowly. You gasp as his dick enters you. He uses your panties and puts them in your mouth to gag you. Putting both his hands on your waist as he makes you feel him, every inch of him. Moving one hand up to your neck, he gets a firm grip and squeezes. Making your back arch. You couldn’t help but spit them out when you began to feel light headed. Panting like an animal and when you finally caught your breath, noticing that your words do nothing. You fall apart, crying as his hands cradle your body. It was hard to tell if you were crying because of the force or the pleasure. He groans above you, your sobs arousing him. He didn’t want the sensual feeling to over power his unmanageable urge to hear you cry.

Moving his other hand down to your clit, he rubs on it again. In the little amount of time he’s fucked you, he’s already found one of your sweet spots. Something it would take other men ages to find. Your leg was shaking next to his as you came on his cock, slowly going in and out of you. One moment your squeezing on his whole dick, the next your barely touching the tip. The pleasure it brings to him when you do that, you make it challenging to stay inside of you and he can’t help but like it. Like the way your hole closes so tightly when he slides out of you and makes him have to practically rip you open to get back inside. Your squealing and screaming adding to the sensation. He’s pushing up against one spot inside you, that made you moan to the top of your lungs. It confused you how he found it when you didn’t even know it was there. “didn’t think that was in you” He teases, referring to your moan. “I’d be worried if I had neighbors.” He says as he pulls you up off the counter and flush against his bare chest.

You shake your head, whining as he turns your head by the neck to look at him. You really realize the size difference between the two of you. Your eyes roll back as he fucks you standing up, his arms hugging around your waist and stomach. His hands holding onto the sides of your body. Moving your hands to hold onto the counter, you both look into each others eyes at the same time. Something burns in your chest and intimidates you. Turning your head back, he puts his head beside yours to see you struggle. He watches how your legs shake, making him hold you up as you grip the counter for dear life. At this point, you couldn’t refrain from panting and moaning. He made it nearly impossible for you to keep quiet. Leaning your head back on his chest as you cum again, breathing against his skin. The senseless contact that you made with him, made him groan noisily. You snickered in the slightest, noticing how touch starved he is. Attempting to move a little in his grip but your feet were barely touching the ground, he was genuinely holding you up. Leaning you both over, he slams into you and you exhale, winded. His stroke knocking the little air out of your lungs.

He scrunches up your shirt, holding onto it as he continues to fuck the shit out of you. He grumbles in your ear, growing accustom to how you squeeze around him. Feeling him twitch inside you, you hope that he’ll pull out. You’d rather not be knocked up by a man that trapped you in his home. Moving your hips against him, your moans get louder as you rub your clit. Having one more climax in you. “fuck…no more.” You plead, sighing as he shoves himself on that spot. Pulling out of you and a wave of relief washes over you. A little too soon, as he lifts up, pushing your shirt up and his hot fluids fall along your spine. You didn’t realize you were holding in a breath as you collapsed. Gripping on the counter to stabilize yourself, you glared at him. Putting on his pants, he looks at your shirt sticking to your back then your eyes. The heat of the sex, made it so you didn’t notice that he was naked, totally skin to skin with you. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” His words triggering your tears. Resting your head on the counter as you sob into your hands. You felt so brittle, weak and used. At least now he might cast you aside and put you out your misery.

“You’re making me want to fuck you again.” He walks over to you, caressing your butt. You jump, squatting his hand away. “Now you want to act scared.” He grabs his shirt from off the floor. You watch his moves carefully and he smirks. “I’m not done with you yet.” He speaks to you in a hushed tone, his hand dusting over your shoulder. Sniffling as he walks away from you. He makes you so much more anxious then he ever did. Now, you anticipated when he would try to have sex with you again. Even when he wasn’t home. The next few weeks was hell on earth. He stuck you in his room to sleep while he was gone. Locking all the doors as per usual, not like you could go anywhere. Being bed written because of how shaky your legs were and when you were able to walk around, you were bored out of your mind. Doing the same routine day in and day out. Your body betraying you some nights as it longed for him. You cursed yourself for the mere fact you were horny for that man.

After six weeks of being away, he came home and to your dismay, still made you sleep in his room. You sat in the living room chair closest to the window, watching the grass grow. Not knowing how to pass the time that feels so endless. He calls your name, angrily in fact. As hurriedly as you can, you go to the bedroom. Standing by the door and walking in slowly, you see him sitting on the bed. Silent as he’ll ever be. You dared not say a word as anything could trigger an outrageous reaction. Lifting up from the bed, he circles around you like a predator would prey. Closing the door in the process. Your lip quivers, eyes glistening as the thoughts of what he’ll do to you enters your brain. “I didn’t touch you yet and you’re all ready to cry.” Fighting to keep your tears from falling, you watch his every move. Feeling him stop behind you, his chest directly against your back. You don’t know what’s going to happen. In your peripheral vision, he leans down and you close your eyes. Two tears falling to your chest and your breath hitching. He kissed you, on your jawline, trailing down to your neck and collar bone. Your tense shoulders slouch, hoping this is all he’ll do with you.

“Close the curtains.” He says. Doing a double take to his words, you make a steady pace to the window. Looking out to the gloomy scenery and drawing the blinds. Making the room darker but light still seeping in. Forcing you against the wall, he pulls down your underwear from underneath your skirt and traces his dick along your slit. Both your hands on the wall as you brace yourself, you realize something. “Not dry.” You plead and repeat. “please not dry.” His silence always scares you. Neglecting your words as he pushes into your pussy dry. You cry out in pain. “no please no.” You wail. He rolls up the skirt and grips on it to fuck you. His hips touching your ass with every stroke he makes. “it hurts!” You put your hand against his chest to stop him. Turning to him full on balling, you look in his eyes. “please, it hurts. so bad.” You shake your head, speaking to him through the tears. He pulls out and you smile in relief.

“I love it when you cry.” He says, examining your face from afar. “When you beg.” His finger glides along your jawline. “Open.” He demands, shoving his fingers down your throat. Making you gag, your saliva piling up on his fingers. Taking them out your mouth, you watch as he rubs your spit all over his cock. “please, not again.” You turn your head to him and plead. He watches as your tears stream down your face. “I would’ve thought you’d be wet already, with the amount of times you masturbated while I was gone.” He turns you around fully and kisses the tears on your cheeks. Your jaw drops. How did he know? “please, I don’t want to.” You sob as he takes off your shirt. He kisses your neck, his hair tickling your chin. Lifting your leg up, he pushes himself inside you. “it wasn’t the same, hm?” He repeats your hushed words to you as he stops kissing your neck to look at you. His hand gripping onto your thigh, giving you more support. His pace starting slow. You huff. “Answer.” He slaps you on the ass and you yelp. “it was.” His smug look deteriorates. Shaking his head to your response, he takes you by the throat. With no regard of your air consumption and speeds up his pace. Slamming into you over and over again.

Whining at different pitches, you hold his shoulder as you feel your grounded leg being lifted up. Taking his hand off your throat and putting your back against the wall, he holds both your legs by his waist. Never stopping. Having no choice but to look him in the eyes, you zone out. Folding your arms around his neck, you moan as he takes you off the wall and holds you chest to chest. Pounding your pussy and stretching you out. Breathing heavily, you hit him on the back. “Put me down!” You exclaim between gasps. He ignores you and slaps you on the ass for being outspoken. Making you whimper and your skin sting. “You like this.” He says to you and you try to ignore it, shaking your head viciously. “I’ll give you one more chance to answer correctly.” He says, letting you figure out the question yourself. With moments of hesitation, you answer him. “it wasn’t the same.” Surprisingly with the truth. You swallow anxiously at his silence, because you know its never anything good.

Gazing at him as he stopped. “are…are we done?” You ask skeptically, if this is all it took for him to stop then you would’ve done it sooner. He sat and laid back on the bed, his feet firmly planted on the ground. Laying on his clothed chest, he let go of you. Sitting up, you look down to him. Slowly you lift yourself off of him, kneeling to get off the bed and with quickness he grabs your wrist. “please…” You tug at your wrist. “Since, it wasn’t the same. I want you to…” He pauses at your sudden array of tears. Your soft sobs and breaths the only noise in the room. “Calm down. Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” He exclaims, his tone matching the circumstance. “Stop crying.” He says sitting up and you try your best to wipe away the tears. “I want you to show me.” As he let go of your wrist it flops by your side. You understand what he’s saying but you don’t want to do it. “August. why? you had no problem doing it before.” You push your body up to his, your hands resting on the neckline of his shirt. He shakes his head as he looks at you. “Either you pleasure yourself on my cock or I’ll use you and I promise I won’t be gentle.” He smirks smugly. Exhaling heavily, you hide your head in your hands. Tears falling through your fingers, your chest heaving up and down. You needed to shed a few tears to accept the situation.

“what…do I do?” You wipe the wet stains with the back of your hand. “Well, for starters, sit.” He demands, moving a braid behind your ear and lying back down. Sliding the skirt off your body you position yourself in his lap. Taking your time to insert him in again. A moan moving past your lips. He stares at your fully naked body as you bounce on his cock. “Thats it.” He hums, his hands resting on your thighs. As you looked into his eyes, you saw tenderness. Something odd, like he’s been craving this moment. You shrieked, your climax biting at you. The eye contact made you feel soft but you looked away, the feeling overwhelming you. Leaning forward with your hands on his chest, you look at the wall and try to keep your hips moving. Seeing your struggle, he puts his hands on your hips and moves them in a rocking motion. “Get up.” You stop, taking a moment before getting up and sitting next to him.

“What’s it going to take for you to stop acting like you don’t want to be fucked.” Curling your legs to your chest, you rest your chin on your knees. “I’m not acting.” You say a straight-faced lie. “If you lie to me one more time, I’ll overstimulate you to the point of tears.” He sits up, looking down to you and you feel smaller. “You get so wet and needy for me. Stop lying to yourself.” Your heart beats out of your chest with his threat of a good time. “August…” You breath out as his hands move up and between your legs. The way he spoke, the fear he placed inside you made you feel hot. Its unsure if its the urge to cum talking or your normal urges. Opening your legs, he automatically laid you down. Eyelids growing heavy as you watch him lower his lips to your clit. A simple kiss sent electricity surging through your body. Licking a line up your slit as a tease, he goes down on you fully. Slipping his tongue inside you and swirling it in devious ways. “mm, fuck.” He knows what he’s doing, he has to in order for it to be this good. Your knuckles whitening from the grip you have on the sheets. He watches as you unravel and he revels in it. Feeling your hips jerk into his mouth, clearly begging for more.

He keeps his slow pace regardless. Seeing as you suffered enough, he sticks two fingers in and it sends you over the edge in seconds. Swallowing all your wetness, he licks you clean. As he sits up over you and his mustache glistens. You moaned as he licked his upper lip. Reaching up, you rub his hair. Its soft nature welcomed you with open arms, rubbing his scalp and attempting to push back the hair thats fallen out of place. No other words needed to be exchanged as he leaned down and kissed you. Hungrily intertwining his tongue with yours. Inevitably tasting yourself. Your arm hooks around his neck and his hand grabs your waist. Leaving no space between you, unlike before. Slithering his dick inside you, you hum into the kiss. Squeezing on him. Breaking the kiss, a string of curses leaves his mouth and you take a much needed breath. “wait..” You put your hands on his chest, hesitantly he stops but still staying inside you. “You won’t hurt me?” You asked him this question in a context that only he would understand. If I love you, you won’t hurt me? He takes a breath, leaning down again. “I won’t…I won’t hurt you.” He kissed your neck sweetly.

Moving his hips into you gently, probably for the first time. “please, don’t hurt me.” You moan and say lowly. You’re taking his word for once, you finally give in. He finally has you for good. No more fighting, no more denying, just loving each other. And all he had to do was eat you out.

You little slut.

[love-toxin]

rq: "Sooo i watched demon slayer s2 and I have to admit that uzui and his gorgeous wives literally stole my heart. is it possible to have a yan headcanon for them (together or separate) please🙏🏼?"

a/n: pls forgive me if these are a little wack, i haven't got this far in the anime so i did some....external research.

warnings: super long bc i got carried away lol, yandere uzui/uzui's wives, dubcon, object insertion, cuckoldry, kidnapping, gaslighting, forced marriage, forced polygamy.

☆ hc / ♡ spicy hc / ♀️♂️ gendered hc / ‼️ dark hc (🔒 virgin hc )

☆ So, somehow or another, you've got the attention of Tengen Uzui. Doesn't really matter how, does it? It just matters that he can't take his eyes off of you, no matter what.

☆ You wouldn't attract attention for the reason he might notice you first, because you're not all that flashy, or at least not like he is--but there's something within you that just makes something click inside him, and he wants to figure it out. But the only way to do that is to get closer to you, and the more he sees you and talks to you and just spends time with you in general, the more you won't get off his mind and the more he wants to pick you apart until he figures out why.

☆ The first of his wives to notice it is definitely going to be Hina, and she'll be the one to find some time to speak with Tengen about it privately. She's the one to reassure him that he has nothing to fear, that she, Suma, and Makio will always love him, and that's when he'll finally talk about his problem openly much to her amusement.

☆ "It sounds like you might be in love, my darling." The comment hits him like a brick to the face, and though he's quick to deny it in the face of one of the three people he loves most in the world, Hina knows it's true immediately and so does he, deep down. But the thought makes him so antsy. If he's fallen in love with someone new, then there's room for one or two or all of his wives to feel left behind, and that's the last thing he wants. He's just being greedy, he assures himself, and decides from that moment on to cut all ties with you for the sake of his wives.

☆ And that lasts for about a week, maybe two, until he's absolutely falling apart at the seams. The girls are the only things keeping him together at this point, but all three of them are so tied up with keeping him company in this rare period of weakness and depression that nothing else can get done. Despite not wanting to go behind the back of her husband, Hina will end up telling the other two about Uzui's problem with you--and somehow both her and Makio will find themselves being dragged along by Suma to go search for you, the youngest insisting that they get a look at the person that's causing their beloved so much heartbreak!

☆ When they find you and sneak up to spy on you, though, the picture is pretty similar to their poor darling. You look tired, sad, sitting by your little campfire all alone, and as if by some strange higher power....all three of them look between each other, coming upon the unanimous realization that they're not leaving without you.

☆ You, on the other hand, have been wondering why Uzui's shut you out so suddenly. You thought you'd made a good friend, and maybe you wouldn't feel so lonely traversing the wilderness all by yourself if you had a mentor to talk to. But after he stood you up when you agreed to spar together and avoided your presence following that, you haven't been able to shake this feeling of rejection that just makes you want to cry out all your frustrations into the night air.

☆ Luckily (or unluckily) for you, you won't have to dwell on those feelings for much longer. Because before you can breathe, a pair of hands are on you and your vision darkens, and the last thing you see is the ground and two pairs of sandal-clad feet approaching as you pitch into it and pass out into unconsciousness.

☆ When you finally awaken, you find yourself laid out on a futon bed, the air of the room warm and your clothes nowhere to be found beneath the thick blanket. But you're not alone, the oldest of Uzui's wives kneels at your side, and when she catches your eyes fluttering open, she lends you nothing but a smile as your explanation and gets to her feet to hurry out of the room. By the time you have the strength and fear-stricken curiosity to get up and dress yourself in the simple yukata that's been left next to you, you can already hear the chatter and clinking cups from the room across the hall, the door sliding open with ease when you finally find the courage to do so.

☆ Light spills out into the hallway, and inside you're met with the sight of Tengen and his three wives, sharing a meal around a small table with a seat left open by his side. He meets your eyes with the smallest amount of excitement, like his heart flutters just seeing you enter the room, and all four of them are eager to welcome you to the spot they left for you.

☆ There's really no room for you to question anything--the three women talk excitedly at you, bouncing from topic to topic so that you can barely keep up, and you're sat so close to Uzui with his arm just barely grazing your back that you honestly can't think straight anyways. It isn't until they get deeper into conversation about a wedding that you start to clue in, along with Uzui's possessive smile as he feeds you and then drops his hand to stroke your thigh. And when he tries to murmur something into your ear, you lean away and scramble to get to your feet without bothering to hear what it was.

☆ This is where the threat of danger spikes the terror in your heart, and when you try to backtrack and insist that though the meal was lovely and you're very grateful, you need to be getting along and return to your campsite. You don't even know why you're here or how you got here either, which you don't dare to mention--but when Makio reaches up to grab your wrist and prevent you from moving an inch, her grip too strong to even try, you know for a fact that something is going on and that you should have left the city while you still had the chance.

☆♀️ "Be a good girl and sit down. We can't plan your wedding without the bride, can we?"

☆♂️ "Are you trying to make me mad, little prince? Behave in front of the girls, and don't be a brat."

☆ However you feel about the situation, you really have no choice. You'll sit right back down where you were, except for being almost half a foot further away from Uzui than before--which he remedies quite easily by reaching his hand around your waist, and pulling you in so close that you practically fall into his lap.

☆ It's clear that you don't have a say. The four of them go on to talk at length about this so-called wedding, with Uzui rubbing and grabbing your thigh so possessively the entire night. Once it comes time to go to bed, the girls take separate rooms from the master suite so that he can have some alone time with you, and the night is spent in quiet horror as you ponder this new development, too frightened to sleep in case Uzui decides to take advantage of you while you're unaware.

♡♂️ And if you're a male, then he kind of will. He's just so curious, he hasn't ever felt this way about another man until you came along. His hand will creep down between your legs, those huge fingers pawing at your cock through the yukata and feeling it firm up as he keeps touching you. How can a man be this cute, how can you make such beautiful sounds as he strokes you that cause his heart to skip a beat? It's too much, if that's at all evident by the way his erection presses up against your back, and he slides it up along your cheeks as he growls into your ear that you're the reason he's this hard. He'll ask if he can fuck you and you'll probably say no, please don't, and he'll jerk himself into an orgasm in part with his hand and part with your ass, and finally leave you alone once he drifts off to sleep afterwards.

☆ The least you can do from then on is hope somebody enjoys all the food and belongings at your campsite, because it's obvious by the second day that you're not going back. Uzui and his wives make you comfortable in his home, giving you access to your own private room and cooking all your meals for you, and it's clear by the way they treat you that your relationship with them and Uzui is different from the ones they have with each other. Whereas Hina, Suma, and Makio are all self-sufficient and take care of themselves and Uzui, they all dote on you unlike they do each other and treat you more like a lover than they do a co-spouse. So there's no expectation for you to work very hard or to try and take on anything yourself, because all four of them have caring for you at the forefront of their minds.

☆ Besides, it's certain enough that the three of them have their own affection for you based on the frequency with which they visit you in your own room. Sometimes it's truly just for some bonding time, but others it's so that each of them can have their turns with you and tend to your needs as good wives would.

♡♀️ They've got their own appreciation for having another wife in the family. Hina visits you the most often, usually just to spend some time with you and chat or read something together, but on her conjugal visits she likes to focus on your pleasure and sit you on her lap, absentmindedly rolling circles into your clit to watch you come undone on her fingers. Makio often needs stress relief, and will gladly indulge in scissoring you to get out all that frustration that tends to build up inside her. And Suma's usually just bored, and will either eat you out or make you go down on her, happy to pull you away from whatever you were doing so she doesn't have to whine for your attention.

♡♂️ As a second husband, their efforts are focused more on "testing your abilities". Uzui thankfully has no problem with them doing what they like with you, and as a result, you'll often have the girls tugging at you to play with your cock or trying to seduce you into fucking them in various spots around the house, sometimes in front of Uzui himself. And he's happy to watch, a smirk splitting his face as you pound Hina's, Makio's, or Suma's pussy two feet from him, your breath lagging as you struggle not to cum too early and waste a good session. Little do you know that Uzui's always at the ready in that case, fully prepared to grab you and split your little ass in two with his cock as punishment if you dare to cum before his wife does.

♡ In Uzui's case, he feels pretty entitled to your body as a whole. He will wait if you insist you're saving yourself for marriage, but if you don't think of that ahead of time or if you're not a virgin, he'll show you just what he's going to do as your husband and as your lover. He'll leave bruises and sore spots just from how strong he is naturally, and no matter how big or tall you are, it's almost certain you're smaller than he is, thus he's going to revel in how adorable you look all snuggled up in his arms while he ruins you in a full nelson. He loves it when you scream, when you moan, when you insist he's too big to fit and when you cry at the overstimulation because he just can't stop making you cum. You make him feel so special and he's reassured that this gift his wives gave him was the best one he's ever gotten, and he couldn't be happier that you get to share his bed with him now. You're much better as his lover than he is as a mentor, anyways.

♡♀️ In the case of you being a woman, the only way to describe his lovemaking is that he's addicted to your pussy. He has to get into a position where he can watch you whenever you have sex, just so he can see his cock as your cunt swallows it up and drool over how it can manage to take every inch of him if he tries hard enough. He's also obsessed with making you squirt, because even if he can't quite manage it, he wants to get the creamiest, sloppiest orgasms out of you that leave his lap soaked and your pussy leaking with both your cum and his. And don't be fooled, he's not finished until he gets to end the night with you seated on his face, his tongue working overtime to lick up all those delicious fluids while you suck his cock clean to return the favour. Though, more often than not, it ends up with him hard as a rock again and growling into your skin, needing to warm his cock with your pussy again to finally calm down.

☆♂️ For a male, he's honestly much rougher. Call him old fashioned, but he figures you can take it, and he loves to see how far you can go before you try to tap out. Contrary to popular belief though, he can already assume that a lot of prep will be needed, so he'll spread those cheeks of yours and stuff his tongue inside to get you loosened up right away. He's pretty fascinated with your cock too, so he'll touch it and play around with it and eventually start sucking at it until he's satisfied with how sensitive you prove to be, before he starts trying to stick it in your ass. It'll definitely take a while with his size, but once he manages it, he's totally dead to the world for a minute or two. It's such an unfamilar but certainly not unwelcome feeling, and the girls will surely be able to tell when Uzui's finally started fucking you when he starts groaning loud enough to shake the walls. He's totally lost in it and won't even realize you're cumming untouched until you start trembling and crying out his name, and by then, he'll just want to watch you do it again as he licks the cum off your chest and teases you for liking anal this much. He'll have to do a little more to turn a whore like you into a good house-husband, won't he?

☆ Speaking of which, the wedding is a non-negotiable part of this whole arrangement. Whether you've accepted Uzui's obsession with you or not by then, you'll still be all dressed up and given vows to read at your private ceremony, Uzui's huge grin almost unsettling as he locks the two of you into your new marriage. And rest assured, it's legally binding--divorce is the only way you'll ever really get away from him if you want to, and he will never let that happen.

♡🔒 And as an inevitable part of the wedding, if your purity is still intact by then, it won't be any longer. Denying him really isn't an option, if you've even still got the mind to try it and you haven't been manipulated into accepting this relationship like it's something normal, because you're married now! You have no reason to wait anymore, and he really can't stand another minute without ripping your clothes off of you.

♡🔒 At the very least he tries to be gentle, despite being hung like a horse in every sense of the word. The only real way to shape you to fit his cock is to break you first, so even if there's tears or a bit of blood he's so reassuring, his hand coming down to stroke your hair as he keeps pushing in and swearing to you that the pain will go away soon. You're such a good little doll, you take your husband so well, and he promises to fill you with so much cum and to make you shake so hard when you finish that you won't even notice the aches and soreness.

☆ Honestly, with more than one person reaffirming that this is all normal, you'll be inclined to believe it more sincerely than you might if it was just Uzui. He's brilliant at making you feel as though your fear and anxiety is nothing to worry about, thus slowly negating those gut feelings you get whenever you spot one of the many red flags in your relationship. Even when he refuses to let you walk around outside by yourself or reach out to one of your friends or family, it doesn't really click that it's a problem as much when you have three other women telling you that it's okay and that they'll be the ones to support you instead of all those other people, they probably don't even care the more you think about it.

♡‼️ However, if ever he needs to really put into perspective how lucky you are to be a part of his family, like if you try to escape or you agress against him or one of his wives, he has a punishment well thought out for you specifically. He'll strip you naked, force you into his personal training room, and fuck you with the handle of his katana. If he's feeling nice he'll undo the chain and just use the hilt, but if not he'll push them in uncomfortably alongside it and watch you cry and shake as he does so. Pray that you don't end up cumming from the stimulation alone, because if you do so while he's reprimanding you, he'll threaten to fuck you with the blade instead since you liked the other side so much. He won't really, but you don't know that. And when he's done punishing you, he'll forbid you from wearing clothes for the next seven days, thereby reserving the right to not only humiliate you enough that you'll never disobey him again, but also so that there'll be nothing stopping him from fucking you whenever he damn pleases, and he can blame it on you seducing him by flaunting that cute body of yours around.

♀️‼️ "This is what you deserve, don't go around saying I'm unfair. Now smile for me....there's my pretty princess. That's what I like to see."

♂️‼️ "Shame you couldn't be a good boy, like I asked. At least you're cute when you're being punished....and I think your ass misses me stretching it out, so maybe I ought to punish you again?"

☆ In the end, it's easier just to accept it all and take it in stride. Uzui is determined to have you be part of his family, and his wives adored you from the moment they laid eyes on you, plus being their captive in some way allows you to remain safe from the demons and other dangers that lurk outside the door of the manor. You may be trapped in this commitment for a lifetime, but if your life is filled with being doted on and cared for and loved, well....it's not so bad. Is it?

[thatonebrazilian]

Hello Darkness ~ Chapter 4

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2.1, Chapter 2.2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5...

A/N: Hello babes, I'm posting this now 'cause I might take a week off writing. I may or may not keep posting some incorrect quotes, but any fics will have to wait a little. Anyway, hope you guys like this.

Summary: You were happy with Wanda until you found Vision on her bed. You loved her, though, you would have forgiven her eventually, but Natasha couldn't let you throw away your chance at true happiness like that. So she took matters into her own hands.

Warnings: Cheating, Kidnapping, Gaslighting, non-con sex, non-con drug use, non-con alcohol consumption, Stockholm syndrome, soft!dark!GP!Natasha, futanari (in case you don't know what GP means), forced pregnancy, breeding kink, praising kink, little bit of mommy kink... I think that's it, lmk if I need to add more. MINORS DNI. You have been warned.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3750

“It’s been weeks, Steve, I’m worried,” Wanda said pacing back and forth.

Steve shook his head, looking at the witch’s worried expression and at the android’s utter lack of emotion. His eyes locked on Wanda’s then, an apologetic smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry, Wanda, but Y/N left on her own volition, I can’t just waste time and resources on a team mission to find her.” The Captain said.

“That is was I have been trying to explain to her. Her ex-girlfriend does not want to be here anymore, we cannot force her to come back.” Vision said, putting his hand on the witch’s shoulder.

Wanda shrugged him off and took another step closer to Steve. “She’s still my girlfriend, and I know she loves me, Steve, she wouldn’t just disappear without any trace, without giving me any hint to where she is. She must have been taken.” The witch insisted.

“I’m sure there are people who know where she is.” Steve said, “Her family-…”

“Her family doesn’t know! Her friends don’t know! No one’s seen her since that night!” Wanda practically yelled, her eyes red both from unshed tears and from her powers springing forth.

“That’s not true, Wanda, you know Natasha-…” Steve started to say, but the witch cut him off once again.

“Natasha isn’t here, is she?!” Wanda stomped her feet on the floor like an angry child “She’s been gone for days! She shows up here less and less. What if someone really took Y/N and she’s trying to get her back? What if someone took her too? What if…” Wanda didn’t finish that last part, if she ever accused Natasha of taking you the other Avengers would definitely turn on her.

Steve rubbed his temple. “Listen, we’ll give Nat a couple days to show up, ok? If she doesn’t, we’ll start looking into it, if she does we can just ask about Y/N and be done with this mess.”

“But…”

“No buts, Wanda, go rest, you’re stressed. That is an order.”

Steve gave her one warning look before turning around and leaving her and Vision alone, Wanda clenched her fists and turned to the android, with tearful eyes she shoved him away from her. “You should’ve helped me!”

“Wanda…” Vision said, taking a couple steps towards her and cupping her hand between his.

“No,” she said, prying her hand away from him, she shook her head as if in a daze. “I need some time.”

Not giving him any time to reply, Wanda turned around and left.

It had been a couple days since your last punishment, the most hurtful Natasha has even been towards you so far, and you were treating her with polite coldness. You never smiled, never talked much, unless she asked a direct question. You did everything to avoid her as much as possible in the current situation.

So she accosted you in her room that evening, the one you’ve been staying at. You were in bed, looking at the wall, feeling an array of confusing emotions. Natasha came closer slowly and cupped your face between her hands, she adjusted the both of you in bed so you were sitting criss-cross, facing each other. “Look, Y/N,” she said, her tone serious “I don’t want to keep hurting you, but I really need you to cooperate here.”

You held yourself back from replying, you knew that she wouldn’t take well to everything you had to say to her.

“You can say whatever is on your mind, I won’t punish you for that. I promise.” She said, looking deep into your eyes. Of course she knew that there were things you wanted to say, she knew you better than anyone.

“How can you expect me to be ok with the fact that you kidnapped me and raped me?” You said then, knowing very well that if Natasha made a promise she’d rather off herself than break it.

“I told you already, if I didn’t do this you’d go back to Wanda.” She said, clenching the sheets between her fists. She didn’t want to raise her voice, you noticed, because she promised you there would be no punishment for this and any negative, violent or threatening act on her part could be very easily be viewed as a punishment by you.

“Because I was happy with her.” You insisted, tears pooling up in your eyes again. You didn’t want to cry now, not when you were finally able to have a real, serious conversation with her.

“But I can make you happier, you know I can.” She insisted, her upper body inching forward a bit, invading your space almost imperceptibly.

“But I don’t want it if it means I can’t be free” you whispered more to yourself than to her.

Natasha inched forward again, reaching hesitantly to take one of your hands in hers. She rubbed her thumb soothingly over the warm back of your hand.

“I just want a chance, Y/N/N,” she had such a sad smile on her face, the same smile you know she’d unconsciously use when she was resigned about losing a battle, the same one she’d use whenever one of the other Avengers would assure her that the death of a civilian was not her fault even though she thought it was. That was the same smile she used when she told you about her family, about Ohio, the same one she had on her face when she told you she was ok with the thought that her whole family was probably dead. It was the smile she used when she wanted to cover up her fears and insecurities. The same one she used when you first told her about you and Wanda. “I know it’s been hard for you, and I’m truly sorry for that, but you’ve been brooding and complaining so much that you didn’t stop to see all the good things around you. I managed to get all the furniture according to your taste, I learned to cook for you and have been making your favorite meals since I brought you in; I give you the same massages you’d ask me for all the time at the Avengers Tower, I tell you those dad jokes you seem to like so much, I even got a huge TV so we could watch those funny pet videos together.” She said, biting her lip. If it was anyone else in your place they wouldn’t have noticed the slight layer of added wetness in Natasha’s eyes. “Even during your punishments I always made sure you were taken care of, I always made you cum, didn’t I?”

At that, your cheeks heated up. You could always lie to her, but you knew she’d be aware of the truth, so there was no point.

“Y- yes, but-…” you stammered, but before you could say anything else she kept going.

“You always ended up wet in the end, moaning, cumming hard all over my cock, didn’t you?” she said, her thumb stopping its comforting motions on the back of your hand.

“W- well, yeah, but-…”

“So even when I’m punishing you I still worry about making you feel good, and yet you keep on hating everything I do,” she said, her eyes not meeting yours anymore. For the first time since she brought you in Natasha pulled away from you, her voice coming in a broken whisper “Hating me.”

You felt your heart shattering into a million tiny pieces, like broken glass. There was so much conflict in you, because she was the one in the wrong here, but at the same time she was being so vulnerable, so honest; she was being the Natasha that used to stay up late with you talking about life, the Natasha who’d hesitate before telling you about all she went through in the red room. You wanted more than anything to comfort her, but she had done so many bad things.

The moment she turned her face away from you, you realized that she was trying to hide a stray tear from your view. You reached out your hand, grabbing hers and bringing it to your lap, caressing it the same way you would whenever she’d feel nervous.

“You know damn well I could never hate you, Tasha” you said in barely more than a whisper, your eyes on her hand. You didn’t like to see her suffering, even after all she did to you.

“And yet all you do is try to keep away from me,” she said, her voice as low as yours.

You shook your head, she always knew you so well, so how could she not get it? How could she not see your internal struggle, how could she not notice that all you wanted to do was be comforted by her? But you couldn’t; your morals, your sense of self-worth wouldn’t let you. She hurt you too much, she took the two most important things in your life, your freedom and your powers. She forced herself upon you, she betrayed your trust.

You withdrew your hand.

“It’s because I don’t hate you that I have to keep away. No matter how much you say you love me, no matter how well you’ve been treating me, you’re still doing all of this against my will, by all means, I should hate you, but I don’t and it scares me.”

Nat lifted her hand as if she wanted to take yours again, but she hesitated before placing it down on her own lap.

“Remember when you wanted to adopt a dog?” she told you and you felt your throat tighten, it always amazed you how well she seemed to know you, and that was one of the first times it really hit you. “You had barely joined the Avengers, you had no idea of all the responsibilities you would shoulder. I told you that it would be too much, to care for such a dependent being while doing all the work an Avenger does. You were taking the dog for a walk when there was an urgent call for a last-minute mission, you were distracted for just a second, but it was enough for him to tug the leash free from your hand to try to cross the street, it was enough for the speeding car to-…” she stopped when she saw your facial expression, her hand raising once more as if to touch you, as if she knew the echo of the distress you felt then was making itself present now. “And then I got you Liho, and you fell in love with that little kitten so fast, you cared for her so well, still do.”

She had told you during that time that a kitten was better than a puppy, cats were independent, smart, and yet caring and loving creatures. You remember telling her that that specific description reminded you of her.

“Or when you refused to learn hand-to-hand combat because you thought your powers would always protect you.” She said and once more you were reminded of the many times she saved your life, even if indirectly “I had to literally bribe you for you to accept training under me.” She laughed a bit at that, and you couldn’t help but smile. “And then we fought that witch who used those runes to cancel your powers. She was about to do some real damage to you, but didn’t expect you to whip out a knife and stab her right then and there.” She shook her head, a proud smile on her face. “I guess my point is… You were right. All the times you told me that I know you better than you know yourself, you were right, and I know that even if you don’t want this right now, this is what’s going to make you happy in the end, that’s why I have to keep going, because all I want in life is to make you happy.”

You were sick, as sick as her, maybe even more, because why else would you understand her reasoning so perfectly?

You shook your head, ready to ask her to let you go again, ready to tell her that even if her intentions are pure, even if she really does know what’s better for you, the purpose of life is growing, making mistakes and learning.

“Y/N/N, I just want a chance.” She said, looking at her hands again. “Just… Give me some time. Some time for me to show you I can make you happy. Cooperate with me, act as if you want to be here; just for a while.”

You closed your eyes for a second; there was really no alternative, even if you said no she wouldn’t let you go anyway, so you could only nod.

She jumped on you then, and before you knew it she was hugging you. There was nothing sexual about it, she was hugging you with all the excitement and joy she could muster, the kind of hug she’d only give on very special occasions. It made you feel safer, it made you feel like this was your Natasha, your best friend.

She pulled away, a huge smile on her beautiful face.

“What do you want as a reward?” she asked, her hands on your arms as if she wasn’t ready to let you go yet.

Your brows furrowed and you cocked your head a little to the side. Natasha smiled, she loved when you did that.

“What?” was all you managed to ask in the midst of your confusion.

Her smile brightened. “The same way you got punished for misbehaving, I’ll reward you when you comply.” She said “I remember you talking about a new console before I brought you here. Nintendo Switch, right? How about I give it to you? I can even buy that new Pokémon game you were interested in.”

You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment. “Nat, if you love me, why do you keep trying to change my behavior? Why do you keep with this punishment/reward system? If you want to doctrine me it just means that the way I am right now is not good enough for you.”

Natasha shook her head, she waited for you to open up your eyes so she could look deep within them as if she wanted to look into your very soul. “I don’t want to doctrine you, I don’t want you to change, all the punishments I dealt you were when you weren’t acting like yourself. You never yelled at me before, not once you turned your back on me, and I’ve never even seen you raise your voice, it was so unlike you. I wasn’t trying to change your behavior, I was showing you that your normal self is perfect, that you don’t need to act up to get what you want.”

Why? Why did she have to make so much sense?

“I… Yeah, ok, I’ll take that Switch.” You said with a halfhearted smile on your face, you’d take every good thing you could get if you really had to stay here.

Natasha smiled that sweet and somewhat shy smile of hers, the one she’d use only with the people she felt most comfortable with. “Can… Can I kiss you, Detka?”

Your body tensed immediately, only then it occur to you that she had never kissed you during your punishments. She wanted this to be consensual, to be true. Part of you thought it was so sweet of her, the other part felt disgusted at yourself for feeling like this.

But… Would it make a difference if you said no?

“Nat…” you started, but she was already leaning in, invading your space. It really wouldn’t make a difference, would it? “Okay.” You breathed out in barely more than a whisper. If she wouldn’t really listen to the word no, you might as well consent and feel a semblance of control.

With her face so close to yours you could take in the small things you always told yourself not to notice. The very small, almost invisible freckles she had only on her nose, her mesmerizing green eyes, the softness and plumpness of her lips, how her hair frames her face perfectly.

You always knew Nat was the most beautiful woman you had ever laid eyes upon, but she was also your best friend, you’d never risk your friendship with her for something more. It was a pity she didn’t think the same.

But then there was Wanda, your beautiful, darling girlfriend. But she wasn’t your girlfriend anymore, was she? Not after she cheated. Not after Natasha brought you in.

You were cut off of your musings by Nat’s lips on yours, the velvety touch giving you goosebumps. Her hand touched your waist, dipping under your shirt, its freezing temperature against your hot skin making you gasp, giving her the perfect opportunity to force her tongue into your mouth, taking everything she wanted along the way. You raised your hands, either to push her away or to pull her closer, you weren’t sure. You wanted to hate it, but Natasha tasted like heaven.

Your hands made up their own mind against your better judgment, you were sure you were going to push her away, but the gesture of resistance soon became one of invitation. Your fingers brushed against her shirt, taking the fabric in your fists and pulling her closer.

This was wrong. This was so wrong.

Natasha pressed forward, making you lean back more and more until your back hit the mattress. Your eyes widened when you noticed the position you were in. Her hand on your waist inched a bit lower, tracing the elastic band of your pants.

“I want to reward you in a different way.” She said, her lips went from your mouth to your neck, where she littered little kisses all over.

You were so tense, even if it felt good, even if she knew exactly where to touch you, your body was rigid under her, your wide eyes filled with worry.

As if she was sensing your distress, Natasha leaned in even closer. “It's ok, Kotenok, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise.” She whispered against your neck, one of her hands coming up to stroke your cheek lovingly as she leaned back a bit to look you in the eyes and give you a reassuring smile. “You can stop me anytime... All you have to do is say 'no,' and I'll leave you alone.” You looked at her, eyes wide and brows slightly furrowed. This wasn't how you wanted this conversation to end, and yet your body was thrumming. You couldn’t understand how it was possible for her to have so much control over you.

You opened your mouth to speak, fully intending on telling her to get off of you, but no sound came forth. Her reassuring smile became one full of longing and adoration, it was as if she had assumed you wanted her. You… didn’t. “I’ll take the silence as a yes, baby.” Her hands made quick work of taking off your pants, her fingers gliding up your legs lightly as if she wanted you to feel shivers from her touch. You did. Natasha parted your thighs then, slowly pulling your underwear off. You felt your cheeks heat up when you noticed that they were visibly dampened.

“Oh, my angel, if you wanted me so bad all you had to do was ask,” she said, her eyes half-lidded. “Your little pussy is just aching for mommy to make it feel good, isn’t it?” The blush on your cheeks deepened at the words that left her mouth, you were as red as a tomato, your eyes started burning with unshed tears.

Natasha moved down on the bed, bending forward and taking a hold of one of your legs, pulling it over her shoulder as she buried her face between your legs. Her tongue flicked out and you gasped once more. At that moment Natasha was like a starved animal, her mouth and tongue were rough and hungry, taking in everything they could. She explored your pussy greedily, sucking on your clit as she enjoyed your flavor. Natasha was in paradise, no other taste could compare, each lick another piece of heaven.

The air was warm on your skin, Natasha’s once frigid hands rapidly becoming unbearably hot. Your body was quickly growing hotter with each lap. You wriggled like you were in a trap but to no avail.

This is wrong, you had to keep reminding yourself.

You closed your eyes and gasped sharply when Natasha moved from your clit to your entrance, her nose now rubbing against the small, sensitive nub while her tongue invaded you, twirling and curling with abandon, going in and out with fervor. A jolt of electricity shot up your spine and couldn’t hold the embarrassingly loud moan that left your mouth.

Your leg trembled against Nat’s shoulder as her tongue thrust deep inside you and her nose brushed your clit so perfectly. You didn’t want this, you couldn’t want this. Your hands seemed to move on their own volition as they started to inch closer to Natasha’s hair, but you caught yourself on time, bringing them down and curling the sheets between your fists.

“Oh my god…” you moaned, closing your eyes as she devoured you. “Natty!”

You clenched around her talented tongue, thrashing and shuddering while your orgasm took you to another dimension altogether.

Once she finished, Natasha moved up and kissed you again, pressing her wet lips against yours feverishly. You reluctantly kissed her back, your own taste invading your senses. The kiss was slow and passionate. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this, you knew it, but you couldn’t help but kiss her back, your body betraying you once more.

It took another minute of passionate kissing before she finally moved on, sitting up and pulling you with her. There was a dopey content smile on her face. You couldn’t recall the last time you saw her this… Happy, free, inhibited. It was a good look on her.

“Good night, Detka.” She whispered against your temple, giving a sweet kiss to your forehead before moving away.

You stayed silent, not knowing how to process your reaction to what had just happened, not knowing what to do with those butterflies in your stomach. Natasha left the room eventually, and only then did you mutter your “Good night, Tasha.”

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[p-antomime]

— minors don’t interact.

— wc: 1,8K.

content + warnings: 18+, dom!sanzu haruchiyo, implied fingering, non con, stalking, obssession, toxic sanzu, a bit of manhandle, panties stealing, invasion of privacy, gaslighting & manipulation, coercion, dark content.

pairings: stalker!sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader.

request.

my kinktober list!

both sanzu and reader are aged up in the end of this work! and the reader is really naive here.

tw. this work may contain triggers about stalkers, invasion of privacy and coercion, so please be careful reading.

ooh~ stalker!sanzu, this is interesting to me and I apologize in advance if I get too carried away writing about it!

so, let's start at the base of everything: stalker!sanzu is an intimacy seeker, which means that inside his head you always loved him, even if the few times you mentioned his name in conversation circles he was listening to from afar were only to comment that he "seemed normal".

and he seemed normal to you precisely because the first kind of contact between you two was a school project.

yours friends found him creepy, because they, yes, noticed the fixed way that stalker!sanzu used to stare at you from afar, but you were so naive and wanted to be kind with him, since he theoretically had never treated you badly... until the present moment.

stalker!sanzu would always be on the prowl, he knew your entire weekly schedule for months, which would turn into years because in a short time he would be the very person who would shape your personal routine, since you are so naive and, to him: pathetic, that you can't even do that on your own.

stalker!sanzu who would beat the shit out of some older guys who were commenting in the hallways about "how hot you were", "how your curves were almost an invitation for some guy to get his hands on you".

hot? Okay, stalker!sanzu agreed with that, but he was specifically the only person who could dare compliment you using that word, you were too precious to have your name chewed out of those guys' rotten mouths.

so he beat them until he heard the "creck" from each of their noses.

and you didn't need to know that.

soon after stalker!sanzu found out that by divine work or coincidence from hell, you two would be in the same class the following year

every day stalker!sanzu would make it a point to sit next to you during class, he would always speak exactly the words you wanted and needed to hear, he was always available to help you with any kind of activity, he almost became your personal watchdog.

you didn't even realize that more and more you moved away from your friends to become closer to stalker!sanzu as time went by

so when you eventually started dating at the end of your senior year of high school all your Friday nights and weekends had schedules that featured just you and him, the two of you together and alone

and on one of those various outings when both of you already were of age, stalker!sanzu ended up driving you back home and when you went desperately searching your pockets for your keys, he said: "Aren't they under the shoe rack?"

you both looked at each other for a few seconds and stalker!sanzu for a split second remembered that you never got to share this information with him and he only knew this because he had followed you on your way home many other times before

"You told me you left them under the shoe rack for when you needed them... when we were in high school, don't you remember?", and the relieved smile and the lightened countenance decorating your face made stalker!sanzu mentally sigh in relief; it was so easy to implant non-existent information into your brain, it was fun to do that to him

"Oh, you know my memory is a little bad, babe", you would reply, shrugging your shoulders and bending down to pick up your keys from under the shoehorn.

"Yeah, that's why you always need me around", stalker!sanzu cracked a slight smile

"I really do", Y/N replied opening the door as stalker!sanzu's eyes slowly began to scan the interior of the residence, "Thank you for today, my love"; and then you kissed his lips as a form of farewell

and after that kiss, stalker!sanzu quickly returned home because a simple kiss, with no ulterior motives, was enough to give him an instant erection

that was the level of influence you had over him.

stalker!sanzu who that night desperately sought out any kind of porn where the girl had a curvy body, like yours, and the most adorable personality and appeared to be quiet before having a cock shoved deep inside her, like you

and then he ended up falling for several porn pages on Twitter on which there were several hard kinks that were compatible with his

stalker!sanzu who could easily spend three, four hours just fantasizing about what it would be like to abuse your mouth, what it would be like to bury himself inside you until yours holes were sore and you were begging him to stop, all while one palm of his was wrapped around his dick, going up and down

after a few weeks of the key occurrence, stalker!sanzu would wait for some day of the week when you were out of the house and he would know about your engagement because absolutely everything you did or thought about doing, you told him about.

he knew more about you than you did yourself, after all.

and when he sneaked into your residence using the same keys you kept under your shoe rack, stalker!sanzu immediately went looking for the door where were your bedroom, the place he wishes he had known long ago.

Sanzu ran his tongue over his lips as he looked at your fully made up bed and the bedroom that screamed "You" on everything. It was cute like you, perfect like you. He lay on the bed, enjoying the feel of yours soft sheets, and stuck his nose against the pillow, inhaling your scent that permeated those fabrics. His eyes rolled back in personal pleasure, and if he had any idea how much time you would spend away from home today, he most likely would have masturbated right there, in the middle of your room, while smelling that pillow of yours.

But then, Haruchiyo slowly stood up, still intoxicated by your smell, and looked through your closet before he started opening its drawers and doors looking for the part where you kept your panties. He was searching for them almost as if they were the most precious treasures in the world.

Sanzu felt his mouth salivate as he found them, and his hands took hold of the one with the light-colored, angelic-looking lace. He wanted so much to see you wearing that piece, you obviously looked so beautiful in it.

Just as he had done with the pillow, Haruchiyo also took the panties up to his nostrils. And there was no smell there coming from your body, but his mind convinced him that there was.

Just in case, Sanzu ended up taking another of yours panties and stuffed them both into his pants pockets before closing the drawer, rearranging your bed to look untouched, and getting out of the house leaving everything as if no one had ever violated your privacy and putting the key back under the shoe rack.

after that, when you came home that day, your mind didn't notice anything different...

and not a few times stalker!sanzu took advantage of you sharing information about when you would be out of the house to again go and steal panties.

Again...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd again...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd again.

and how many times did he cum in each of them and use them to rub his own dick? Don't ask me, ask him.

but you began to be startled by the sudden lack of undergarments in that drawer of yours, who was the insane, sexual predator who was deliberately stealing panties from young girls?

when the two of you went out on a date again, you commented to stalker!sanzu about your panties suddenly disappearing and the look of surprise and disgust rehearsed by him for this moment made you believe that he was as appalled as you were.

"Why don't you stay at my place? For safety reasons, of course, who knows what this stalker might do to you if he catches you off guard?", he would speak while thinking exactly: "I know very well what I would do”.

and stalker!sanzu would have a huge smile decorating his face after saying this to you, but you were so busy being torn between thinking about how perfect your boyfriend was and how the person stealing your panties might actually try to abuse you someday that your mind didn't even pay much attention to your boyfriend's smile.

after that, stalker!sanzu would help you take some of your belongings to his house, and every day he would undoubtedly have you stay almost 24 hours a day, seven days a week at home.

— S-Sanzu, please... — You tried to free yourself from his hands groping for every bit of flesh on your body they could find. — I don't want to...

— You what? — Sanzu grabbed your face with his right hand, forcing you to look him straight in the eye. — What don't you want, hm? Tell me. Remember, pretty girl, I'm doing all this because I want you to be safe, you need me to do everything for you, haven't you forgotten? — Sanzu spoke, sliding his lips down your neck and taking a bite of one of your collarbones before groping the side of your ass with his left hand.

And you were so vulnerable, with Sanzu Haruchiyo pressing you against the cold wall of his bedroom, rubbing his hard cock against your pussy covered by one of the panties he hadn't had the opportunity to steal earlier. Sanzu seemed to explore your body as if he already had plenty of sexual experience with other people, but truth be told: it was only easy to turn you on and subdue you because, besides you being vulnerable, sexual contact was something new and unexplored for you, so he could abuse every hole in your body and use the excuse that "it was normal to hurt when you're inexperienced”.

What didn't you want, hm? He had asked you a question and there was no sign of an answer from you, so Sanzu spread yours legs apart to dig his fingers into the inside of your thighs and then slide his long fingers to where his most coveted prize was.

Sanzu Haruchiyo would fuck the indecision out of you, would fuck you until you learned to like him taking advantage of your body for his own pleasure, since in the purest, sweetest reality, you were his. Totally his. Always his. All the curves he loved in your body were meant to be touched, squeezed, spanked and caressed by his mouth and hands. And your naivety was made to be ruined by him.

And of course you would eventually become his beloved wife, always fulfilling his sick desires. Sanzu would never get tired of you.

And where could you run to?

Who knows what that panty-stealing sexual predator might be capable of.

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All is Fair~ In Love & Luck

Chapter 5: All is Fair in Love & Luck

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under pressure?

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Bad language words, angst, plans of assassination, blood, light smut (on top of the clothes stuff).

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: approx. 5.8K (sorry this one is a doozy)

A/N: This took me way too long to write lol. I really hope yall enjoy it! feedback is always welcome, let me know your favorite part. Things are about to get really dicey really quickly, so enjoy the semi-calm we have.

You formally met the rest of his ragtag family at dinner, it was odd to see how everyone interacted. They were genuinely a big family, unlike how your father and brother ran their business. Only Nat, Pepper and Happy were considered anything more than foot soldiers, or even allowed at the family table.

After dinner you and Steve went out on a small walk around the estate, hand-in-hand as the sun was setting over the forest, its light casting a peachy glow over the sky, giving way to the deep navy of the night sky flecked with glistening stars. 

The two of you walked in a comfortable silence, as he led you around the front of the mansion, the circle-drive came into view, sitting in the glow of the sunset was a beautiful black motorcycle. As the two of you approached, Steve released your hand, “Have you ever ridden?”

Glancing up at him, you smiled wickedly, “A motorcycle? Yes.” getting closer, you admired the old bike, tracing your hand over the genuine leather seat and the gleaming body. “A 1942 Harley-Davidson liberator? She’s beautiful.” you looked up at him again, his sapphire eyes sparkling as they watched your every move. “Is she yours?”

He nodded slowly, “She is. She was a gift from my mother when the mantle was handed down to me. She and my father collected vintage cars, most of which I didn’t keep after they passed. I didn’t really have a need for them, but this one…” he took a deep breath, “It’s special.”

Walking closer, he swung one leg over, settling on the leather seat, offering you his hand, “Care for a ride?”

You placed your hand in his, gently straddling the seat behind him, he gazed back at you, as the engine rumbled to life. The low grumble sending vibrations through your body, he pulled your hand around his waist, settling it there he tapped it, “Hold on tight Angel.”

The ride was peaceful, with the brisk Autumn breeze nipping at your skin and through your hair. Burying your face into his neck, arms tightening around his waist as he drifted around a curve a little too fast, before pulling into a quiet lakeside grove. “What do you think?” his soft, timbre voice cut through your thoughts, 

“It’s beautiful.” Your eyes are glued to the serene landscape around you. A small dock leading out over the lake, a small secluded cabin on the other side.

He chuckled, swinging off the seat, “I was talking about the chaos at the mansion.”

“Oh, right…” you felt your cheeks heat, “They’re great! They treat me as if I've always been here. I see why you are so protective of them. They truly love you. It’s not just respect, you’re their family.” 

He sighed, “They’d follow me to hell and back, shit a couple of them have…” he stepped closer to you, lifting your chin with his knuckle, “If any of them make you feel bad or–”

You shook your head, “Steve. You are their family, they are just as protective over you as you are of them. Anything they do is just to keep you safe…” you sigh, grabbing his hand, “Trust me I more than understand.”

He brushed his nose against yours, “They love you, if they don’t already, they will. I have no doubt about it.”

You weren't too sure about that, Bucky seemed to have a vendetta against you, and you weren't sure how to fix it. Your stomach churned, a slow realization dawning on you. After the mission was over, it wasn’t just killing Steve, or creating chaos. You were destroying a family. They would surely attempt to seek revenge… What a waste of potential. 

You looked at him curiously, you couldn’t quite figure him out, this man who was supposed to be terrifying, was anything but. He was soft, kind hearted, you couldn't imagine him hurting even a fly, but there was something there. Lying just beneath the surface, it set your instincts on fire. The alarms in your mind told you not to trust him, not to push him, yet you wanted to. Something about this man made you feel calm, but at the same time made fire erupt under your skin. 

He turned to you as he rummaged through the saddle bag, pulling out a bottle of wine with two glasses, and a small container of strawberries. He lifted them, “Courtesy of Wanda.” giving you a small smile, he began to walk towards a nearby tree. 

Rolling your eyes you followed, he wasn’t the spontaneous type, every part of his day meticulously planned, “Do you always plan everything?”

Giving you a lopsided smile, he shook his head, “Not everything. Some things are spontaneous.” he lifted the full glass of wine to you, taking it you raised a brow, “Oh, so you didn’t plan on coming out here?” you teased, settling down on the grass next to him.

He chuckled, “Okay tonight was planned. But I have made spontaneous decisions.”

You lifted your wine, taking a sip, “Like what?” You challenged, not believing him.

He looked out over the calm water, thinking, “You.”

You scrunch your brows, “Me?”

He pursed his lips, eyes glued to the glassy lake, “When I saw you at the casino and jumped into the elevator, I didn't have a plan. I just hoped.” he placed his empty glass onto the grass, his calm eyes finding yours, you took a long drink of your wine, “I saw you, and all logical thought left my mind.” a sad smile pulled at his lips, “I’m a very strategic man, Angel, there isn't much I do without a reason, much like your brother…” your eyes snapped to him, “But, you.” he grabbed your wrist, guiding you to straddle his hips, placing a soft kiss to your wrist, before plucking the almost empty glass from your hands.

Cradling your face in his hand, he lightly traced his thumb over your cheek, “You… You were the wildcard, I wasn't expecting anyone to play. You materialized out of thin air…” his forehead met yours, “You’re heaven sent, Angel. Something I’ve been searching for…” his thumb softly traced your wrist, “for a long time.” 

Your heart raced in your chest, squeezing your eyes shut before gently pulling away, you took in the scenery around you. The sun was gone now, the soft light from the moon above illuminated the silent grove, the occasional twinkle of fireflies flickered around you. 

This. This is what you had wanted, the whole reason you wanted out of the business. You had given your resignation, you were ready to find your place in the world, to settle down. That was before the accident, before the gala, before the new assignment, and before him. 

He was the wrench thrown into all your plans. The real wildcard, a card that wasn't meant to be played. Family heads were off limits, placing a bounty on their head was against the rules. For the dealer to accept one was unheard of, the offered amount must have been ludicrous. Something wasn't right, and you knew it, but it wasn’t your business, your assignment was to gain intel, and kill him when the word was given. Nothing more, nothing less. You had to finish your mission.

He pulled you back down to him, lips capturing yours, the kiss building, the passion implying he wanted so much more from this, not just this date. He wanted more than you were able to give him. And it hurt deep inside, beneath it all, beneath your pride and insistence this was only a mission.

You could feel him holding back, the corded muscle under his skin, taught, ready to snap. You smirked to yourself, the beast within, the one you’d heard so much about. you'd like to see it, this calm, composed man, to lose control in front of you, to see what he was hiding, what he was capable of. It would make a good distraction to the swirl of thoughts fogging up your brain.

You needed it. 

You ground against him, causing a feral growl to erupt from him as he pulled away, breaking the kiss, the two of you breathless, his pupils lust blown. “Steve…” his name leaving your mouth in a breathy whine as his hands slipped under the fabric of your shirt. Burying his head in your neck, his lips leaving soft kisses against your raging pulse. “Not here, Angel.”

Rising to his feet, he loaded you and the wine with the berries onto the bike, bringing it roaring to life. You looped your arms around his waist, casually slipping your hands under his shirt, dipping lower, past the waistband of his pants and boxers. Brushing against his hardened member, his body tensed, your name leaving his lips in a low voice, a strained warning, that had you smiling wickedly. 

—

You arrived back at the mansion in record timing. He stepped off the bike first, you moved to follow, but were hastily scooped into his arms. He wrapped your legs around his waist, lips crashing with yours, so consumed by you he didn’t notice the black vehicle parked farther up the drive.

His hands roamed your body burning you into his mind, your hands in his hair and clutching to his back. Shutting off the alarms blaring in your mind. His hand left your body only momentarily to open the front door, toeing it the rest of the way open.

Only to kick it shut behind him, the sound echoing through the foyer. The two of you were heading for what you assumed was his room, but a throat cleared behind you. Steve broke the kiss, a brow raised, irritation ignited in his eyes as he glanced around you. “Evening Rogers, and Little Stark.” You recognized the gravely disembodied voice, a sneer splitting your lips as you watched Steve’s jaw clench. The man you had come to recognize disappearing before your eyes.

You turned your head to see both Thor and Loki standing there, waiting, watching. You glared back, as Steve released you, another door opening then slamming shut. Bucky emerged, fuming, his weapon holsters strapped to his chest, Peter following close behind attempting to soothe him.

Bucky turned from Peter, his eyes landing on you and Steve, “Where the hell have you been!? Phone turned off, what if something-“ 

“Barnes.” Steve’s voice cut through Bucky’s worried scolding. 

You turned your gaze back to Steve, his eyes cold, body tensed, power rolled off him. A shiver ran up your spine as Bucky cleared his throat, the headstrong man almost submitting, but you could feel the apology in the air. 

“Odinson, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening.” Steve’s tone was cold, cordial, but cold. 

Your gaze met Loki’s, his green eyes followed the conversation, until they locked with yours they softened, calm, but his body language telling a different story. He was next to his brother, yes, but just out of reach. His arms folded securely across his chest. Face void of any expression aside from boredom. 

“Business Rogers, it’s always businesses.” A small smirk lifted one side of Thor’s mouth.

“Regular business hours are over Thor. Make an appointment with Wanda or one of the men and we can talk then.” Steve moved towards the staircase, hand grasping your wrist to follow.

Something flashed across Thor's eyes, his jaw clenching, “This really shouldn’t wait. Rogers.”

Steve stopped, turning to Peter, “Queens, accompany Angel to my room or wherever she would like you to take her.” He then turned to Thor, “My office is upstairs.” 

Peter joined you at the bottom of the stairs as Steve caressed your face, his eyes softening, “This won’t take long. I promise.” 

You nodded, giving him a small smile as he ascended the stairs, Thor, Loki and Bucky following behind. Thor gave you a knowing smile, “Shouldn’t take long young Stark then he will be yours again.” He winked as he passed by.

The continuous use of your brother’s link to you began to grate on your nerves as you stared daggers into Thor’s back, both Loki and Bucky turned to give you an apologetic look before disappearing along with Steve and Thor upstairs.

Peter cleared his throat next to you, “What would you like to do, Ms. Carbonell?”

You sighed leaning against the baister, “Honestly? A bowl of ice cream and a bath sound amazing.”

You turn your gaze to Peter, a smile breaking onto his face and his eyes light up at the mention of the sweet snack, “Ice cream? Yeah, I can get you some, follow me.” quietly he leads you into the kitchen, he motions for you to take a seat at the bar. Alpine hopping onto the counter in front of you, making her way under your hand, encouraging you to scratch her back as Peter rummages through the freezer and cabinets.

You watch as he places two bowls onto the counter and begins making you and him a bowl. “Steve calls you Queens, why?” you ask casually, Alpine taking up most of your attention.

His head pops up from the ice cream, “Oh, that's just where I’m from, my Aunt lives there… It’s nothing special.”

You nodded slowly as he placed your bowl in front of you, before moving to the seat next to you, softly scratching Alpine’s head as he passed, getting comfortable on the bar stool. 

“Don’t you have a nickname? Like from your brother or any friends?” he asks around a spoonful of ice cream.

You take a bite of your own, contemplating a good answer. You couldn't really tell him most people call you death, or some other form of the word in whatever language they speak. Jake gave you the nickname first, as the Ace of Spades, you were usually dealt as the last resort. Or by request of the client, you were never requested by name of course, only by title. “Well, no, but Tony calls me Squirt…” 

—

Steve led Thor and Loki to his office, Bucky following close behind, as he opened the door to allow everyone in, Thor stopped him.

“I’d like to speak with you alone Steve.”

Steve glanced at Thor, then nodded to both Bucky and Loki before closing the door and leaving them in the hall. Steve walked to his desk, taking a seat, clasping his hands in front of his face, “You have my undivided attention Thor, what can I do for you?”

Thor smiled faintly, “No, no, no, Steve, it's what I can do for you.” Thor leaned back in his chair, caressing his beard, “You see, the turmoil between the families has been brought to my attention.”

Steve’s eye narrowed at Thor’s words, “If you are speaking of my relationship with Stark’s sister, this conversation will be over before it begins-”

“No, I care little about who you keep between your legs and sheets, Rogers.” Steves jaw clenches, the not so subtle jab about his you being a mere fling doesn't escape him. “No, I am referring to the havoc Stark is wreaking on your businesses.” Thor continues, rising from his seat, “You see, it isn't just affecting you and your businesses, it's affecting all of us and it must end.”

Making his way to the bar cart, Thor pours himself a glass, taking a long swig before speaking again, “Stark is a lost mut, chomping at the bit since his parents died. He is looking for someone to blame, we all know that now you have his pretty little sister, his eyes are on you.” 

“I’m failing to see where you are going with this Odinson, and I'm losing my patience,” Steve ground out through grit teeth.

Swirling the glass, Thor sighed, “Your businesses need protection–”

“They have protection. Are you suggesting I can’t protect my own–”

A dark chuckle escaped Thor’s throat, “Not at all Steve, I am merely suggesting we crack the whip with Stark. My father, gods rest his soul, would never have let any of this get so far out of hand…” he poured himself another glass as Steve’s cold stare followed his movements, “We need a Don, Steve, someone who can keep the peace. I could help quell with useless squabble between the two of you. So you can continue to play with his sister, and we can get back to making money. Because we all make more money when we work together, all I ask is for your vote.” he moved towards the bar again, “help me, to help you.”

Throwing back the rest of his drink, he walked towards the door, turning back one last time he met Steves icy gaze, “I wonder how she would feel, knowing she is the reason your empire is crumbling.” he turned the knob, opening the door “Think about it Stevie.” he quipped as he disappeared outside the office door.

Standing from his desk, Steve took a deep breath, his blood boiling. If it would have been anyone else aside from Thor, he would have the men cleaning their brains off his bookshelves. He ran his hand through his hair, the door to his office opening again as he slammed his fist down on the desk, “Fuck!”

He looked up to find Bucky standing quietly, his weapons still buckled to his body, Steve cocked his head, maybe Thor was right, he had let Tony get away with too much, it was time to fight fire with fire. He had tried to stay neutral, let Tony have his tantrums, for your sake, but enough was enough. Now Steve’s leadership was being questioned, and he couldn't have that.

“Bucky, gather the men, meet me in the garage. We are going to hit a few of Stark’s warehouses, make sure we send a message. He fucks with us we fuck with him. I want him to hear it loud and clear.”

Bucky blinked at him, yesterday Steve had yelled at them and told them not to retaliate, and now he wanted them to send a message. “Steve–”

“Just do as you're told Buck and get outta my office.” Steve saw the hurt flash across Bucky’s face when the words reached his ears. He knew he was being an ass, but he just couldn’t deal with it right now. All the men knew better than to talk back, or raise their voices, especially in front of other families. Bucky had done both, on the same day. So when he straightened, nodding his head before leaving the room Steve ignored the pang in his stomach when he remembered you were waiting on him.

—

You were asleep in bed when Steve returned to the mansion and entered the room, your hair still damp from your bath he assumed you had taken. You were on top of the covers, no doubt waiting for him to come and join you. Placing a kiss to your forehead, he tucked you under the covers, whispering promises to make it up to you tomorrow. But for now, he needed a shower, to rinse the blood, and grime off himself. 

After showering, he lowered himself into bed, curling himself around you as you turned over, tucking your head between his neck and shoulder.

“Where did you go?” your sleepy voice rising in the darkness.

“I had some unexpected business, baby, it took longer than expected. I'm here now though. Just get some rest. We can talk about it in the morning.” he breathed into your hair, placing a gentle kiss upon your temple.

 He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, a sense of calm washed over him, chasing away all the screams and horrific acts of violence from the past twelve hours. You were his peace. His lighthouse in a storm. And he would spend every day showing you what you meant to him.

—

You woke first, the early light of sunrise bleeding through the curtains. Steve lay asleep next to you, for the first time since the two of you have been together, you got a good long look at the tattoos that painted his skin. Most of the ink remained on his chest, across one pectoral, a medusa head, blindfolded, her snakes tangling around his shoulder and other pec, intertwining with a broken clock. You followed the inked details down one of his arms, lady justice stood on one forearm, her sword in one hand and scales in the other, balanced. On his other arm, a pair of wings. Not a stitch of color, just the stark black against his tanned skin. You wondered about the story they told, and made a mental note to ask him later. For now you need to get dressed and head into the city.

—

“I’m telling you, I can beat you with a rematch. Just you and I kid, I guarantee I can win.” Bucky pressed, sitting next to you in the vehicle, Scott and Sam in the front seats.

You squeezed Steve’s hand as you rolled your eyes, laughing lightly, “Listen Boinky, if you really want me to kick your ass, all you have to do is ask.”

He rolled his eyes as the car came to a stop in front of the small cafe you were set to have lunch in, Bucky exiting the vehicle first, offering you his hand as Steve exited on the other side. You took his hand, looking around on your own, unable to shut off your instincts. As your head cleared the door, you were able to see through the sea of people walking, a familiar blonde head catching your eye. The sun momentarily glinting off the gun in her hand as she raised it, hurrying out of the vehicle, you tried to shove Bucky out of the line of fire only to stumble on the curb, falling into Bucky. 

The gunshot rang in the air, the crowd swarming in panic, screaming as they tried to get to safety.

Bucky caught you as you fell, the two of you tumbling to the ground, his body cushioning your fall, only to flip you under him to shield you.

You heard Steve yelling, as well as Scott, the thunderous sounds of footsteps making it hard for you to focus. Your head pounding, Bucky pushed off you, reaching down to help you up, as his hand wrapped around your arm, a scream clawed its way out of your throat. Searing pain radiating on the left side of your chest and shoulder, reaching up, you could feel the blood seeping through your shirt. Steve rounded the back of the car as you lifted your crimson painted hand to your face, vision blurring as you watched Bucky’s face blanched. 

Steve’s muffled order to get you back in the car is the last thing you heard before losing consciousness. 

—

The sterile smell of medical supplies pulled you from your blackout, a dull pain throbbed right below your left collarbone. You tried to push yourself up, but the dull pain turned volatile. Groaning you dropped back down-

“Woah, easy Ace, easy.” 

Your eyes snapped open at the nickname, next to you sat Bucky, shirtless, pushing at the woman in the lab coat so he could reach for you, concern lacing his features.

“Oh, good morning Ms. Carbonell.” the woman turned to you, her ID tag reading Dr. Helen Cho. you met her eyes as she walked over to the side of your bed, moving a pillow behind you, helping you to sit up. You glanced around the room, in the chair to your right sat Steve, head propped on his hand, leaning towards you, asleep, the early morning light dancing through his blond hair painting it gold. 

You turned back to Bucky as Dr. Cho finished patching his wound, your brows scrunching had he called you Ace? Did he know? If so, you couldn't imagine you would still be breathing. “New nickname?” you asked quietly. He gave you a soft smile, thanking the doctor, “Yeah, it seems fitting. You happen to be really good at poker as well as almost anything you try, and you’re probably the luckiest person I've ever met.”

You shook your head, “I wouldn't consider being shot lucky…”

“Neither would most people, but you are lucky to be alive.” Dr. Cho pointed to your injury, “The bullet pierced right under your collar bone, yet right above your shoulder blade, a clean entry and exit wound.” she gestured to Bucky, “clean enough to graze it's more likely target.”

You nodded, giving Bucky an apologetic look, “Don’t give me that look, Ace, it’s me that should be sorry, you took a bullet for me, one that could have easily killed you–”

“Yeah but it didn't.”

“In all reality it should have–” Dr. Cho interrupted, giving you a serious look, before checking your IV and beginning to check your vitals, “If it would have been an inch lower, it would have punctured a lung, another inch maybe a little more, you wouldn't have made it off the pavement.”

In all your years, you had been beaten, stabbed, shot, but never this close to any damage being anything but superficial. “It is just a flesh wound now, it's been cleaned and dressed. You are also on heavy medication, I recommend bed rest for a few days. Other than that you should be fine.” she began to leave, “I’ll be back to check on you in a few hours, when everyone is awake. Rest.”

Once the door closed, you turned your gaze back to Bucky, you could feel his eyes burning into you, “Binky. I’m fine.”

He chewed his lip, furrowing his brow, “You can call me Bucky you know…” his icy eyes locking with yours.

You raised a brow, a smug smirk pulled at your lips, “Does this mean we are friends Barnes? I distinctly remember you telling me–” 

“You took a bullet for me kid, the least I can do is allow you to call me by my name.” he smiled sadly, standing from his seat, rummaging through the closet of the room you were in. Pulling a t-shirt from its hanger, he began putting it on.

The serious topic began making you uncomfortable, you needed to lighten the mood, “Well, looks like I’m not good at everything I try. I wouldn't exactly get high marks as a human shield–” you pointed to his bandaged wound.

He huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes, looking at the sleeping mob boss next to you, “Don’t let him hear you joke about it…”

Your head rolled to the side, giving you an unobstructed view of Steve, “how long was I out?”

“Not long, 24 hours give or take.”

“Has he moved?” you gently brushed the hair from his forehead, hovering there.

“No.”

You turned back to Bucky, eyebrows scrunched, “Why? What about business or–”

“You are all that matters.” Steve's husky voice cut you off, “The rest can wait.”

Your gaze snapping to him, you met his ocean eyes, red tinged, from the lack of sleep, the light bags under his eyes letting you know that the hours of sleep he got were few and far between. His hand coming up to intertwine with yours, he pressed the back of your hand to his cheek, “Hello Angel.”

You gave him a small smile, your tumb caressing his hand, as he placed a kiss to your knuckles—

“You can take your appointment and Shove it where the–” a familiar voice thundered down the hall.

Your head snapped toward the door, Bucky’s and Steve’s gazes following.

Bucky began walking towards the door, “Stay here, I’ll check it out.” As he reached the door, he was shoved backward as the door opened inward, nearly knocking him on his ass. Your brother stormed through the door, chest heaving, face a deep shade of red, you were surprised he didn't have smoke pouring from his ears. 

When his eyes met yours, you could swear his knees gave out, his features softening, shoulders slumping, he stumbled toward you, stopping just short of the bed, his gaze landing on Steve next to you. “Is this what you wanted, Rogers?”

Steve’s jaw clenched, but he remained silent, “First my warehouses, now my sister?! You almost got her killed!”

“Tony, that's not fair! You can't blame him for this, he had no control over the situation.” you argued, pulling yourself from Steve’s grip to face your brother fully.

“This. This isn’t staying out of the business. You were fine at the museum, before him. And now you're a target because of his recklessness!”

Steve rose from his seat, his voice raised, “My recklessness?! If you would just let your sister make her own decisions and not throw tantrums when she picks someone you don't agree with, we wouldn't be in this situation. I can’t control hired assassins Tony!”

Your head began to pound again.

“That’s the problem isn't it Rogers, control. You don't have much of it.” 

“What is that supposed to–” 

“Enough!” you interrupted, “that's enough, both of you.”

Steve’s head fell, but Tony just glared at him, “Look at me, Tony.” he slowly tore his gaze from Steve. You looked to Bucky who had stationed himself close to the door, then looked at Steve’s back, “Can the two of you give me a moment with my brother.”

Both the men nodded, heading for the door, as Steve left, he glanced back at you, he looked defeated, his eyes pleading you to understand. You didn't blame him, you stepped in front of that bullet. You weren't sure why, it was obviously meant for Bucky. You just hoped you had done a well enough job of pretending to fall into him, and not purposefully becoming his human shield.

“This is not the time nor the place for this conversation Tony.” you met his gaze, your eyes hard, you appreciated his concern, but all he was doing was making matters worse and making an ass out of himself. 

“Squirt, if you would have just listening to me from the beginning, we wouldn't be here, all I wanted was for you to be–”

“Tony, stop. I made my decision. I knew the risks of being seen with him. I accepted that.”

“Well I don't! You are leaving here with me, I am taking you home, Dr. Banner can help you recover…” he continued to ramble, making his way to the bed, he began unplugging monitors and cords attached to you, making his way to a duffle back, he began throwing your clothes in.

“Tony, Tony stop!”

He froze, swallowing.

“I am not going anywhere.” 

Turning he opened his mouth to retaliate.

“No. You don't talk, you listen. I am staying here with Steve. If you wish to have this discussion we can meet at a different time after I've recovered and we can talk.” 

His brown eyes glassy as he held your gaze, “I can't lose you too…” his voice breaking.

“You won't. I am fine, it is only a flesh wound. But Tony, you can't control my decisions. If you do, you will lose me by choice.”

He took a deep breath, swallowing hard, “You promise we can talk after?”

You nodded, gesturing for him to come to you, embracing him, “I promise, for now just trust me. Okay?”

You felt him hesitate, squeezing you, before nodding in agreement, “Okay.”

“Now go, stop making an ass out of yourself. I’ll see you soon.”

Releasing you he moved to the door, hesitating he looked back, “Pinky swear you’ll be alright?”

You lifted your little finger, “Pinky swear.”

He nodded, opening the door, allowing Steve to enter as he exited, “Rogers…” Steve turned back looking at Tony, “Keep her safe. Or you will take her place in that bed.” 

“With my life Tony.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Tony brushed past Bucky who in turn glared at him as he left. Bucky stepped in the door, but Steve turned to him, “Could you give us a few Buck?” nodding Bucky left the room, the soft click of the door filling the uncomfortable silence.

Steve knelt in front of you, his head resting in your lap momentarily, you gently run your hands through his hair. 

Lifting his head, his eyes met yours, your heart skipping a beat in your chest. His eyes were so full of emotion, it knocked the wind from your lungs,  “I thought I was going to lose you Angel.”

He rose, picking you up from the bed, placing you into his lap as he sat down. His forehead resting against yours, his breath fanned over you, his lips tantalizingly close, you allowed your eyes to slip shut, tilting your head so your lips met in a soft kiss. One of his hands cupped the back of your head, keeping you as close as he could. His hands never leave your body too afraid to leave you, as if you would disappear if they did. “You are the best thing that has happened to me, in a long long time.” he breathed against your lips, “You are my guardian angel, my everything.” the pit opened in your stomach again, an icy hand gripped your heart. 

He pulled away, just enough to look you in the eyes, the blue becoming glassy, “Can you make me a promise?”

The grip on your heart tightened, stomach flipping, “Anything.” you wanted to be sick.

His hand came to caress your face, thumb softly tracing your cheekbone, “Promise me you wont leave… I won't lose–” he broke off taking a deep shaky breath, “I can’t lose you. You mean more to me than anything. More than my entire empire, if you wanted me to leave it all behind all you would have to do is ask.”

“Promise me. Promise me I won’t lose you, please Angel.”

He kissed you again, filled with so much emotion, it felt like your heart was being squeezed into dust, you were breathless when he pulled away again, your name a faint whisper on his lips, “I love you.”

The grip on your heart tightened further, you shouldn’t have accepted this mission, an icy chill ran up your spine.

“I love you too.” 

Your chest physically constricted as the words left your mouth. The pain radiating through your body, you gasped, only for his mouth to close around yours. Tears stung at your eyes, but you shoved them down, this was just a mission.

Just a mission.

Except it wasn't.

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[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

alphabet boy II

SYNOPSIS: college AU. Armin, your brilliant tutor, invites you over to his house for some studying. Naturally, you're nervous and he seems to be giving you a reason to be.

PAIRING: SCUMBAG!Tutor Armin x FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: half edited, noncon/dubcon, fingering, non-penetrative sexual content. gaslighting, manipulating,

A/N: really need the motivation to write again and I've been slacking on my multi-parters so here's a somewhat highly anticipated one. Armin fuckers, this is for you. non-Armin fuckers, I hope this converts you

WORD COUNT: 2.0k

II. I.

“You’re not paying attention.”

You feel his voice right by the shell of your ear, and the proximity nearly makes you reel back in surprise but you manage to catch yourself.

“S-sorry” You apologize, wishing you didn’t stutter.

The thing is you’re just really out of your element. This is the first time you’ve been to Armin’s house for personal tutoring, and it was hard to focus on the material when his presence was so distracting.

It wasn’t like you were fantasizing about him or anything [well…]-you always tried to banish those thoughts as soon as it came. But still, being alone with an attractive boy with a disarming charm was causing some jitters. You felt like a shy middle schooler, on edge and jittery.

The last tutoring session in the library when he [basically] called you stupid plagued your mind. The memory of him feeling up your thighs lived in your head rent-free.

“Let’s take a break.” He sighs. Your heart drops at the noise of disappointment but you suppose it’s what you deserve.

You push your laptop lightly aside on the table, the bleak light straining your eyes, and ask for the bathroom. You just wanted to freshen up and be alone for a few seconds. The bathroom is meticulously clean, something even you knew was unexpected for a boy. You looked at yourself through the spotless mirror, scrutinizing every flaw.

You sigh, fiddling with your dress collar. Why you had tried dressing pretty for a boy so out of your league, he may as well be in Mars--you didn’t know.

When you return, there is a tall glass of lemonade waiting for you.

“Thought you might be thirsty.”

It’s a simple gesture that makes you blush so you thank him earnestly. Like the gentleman he is, he assures you it’s no problem. Not wanting to prolong the awkward silence, you compliment his apartment, “This is a really nice place. So much light and space.”

You’re babbling but he engages you regardless, and you two are mindlessly discussing the benefits of living at off-campus housing over dorming. His words are pleasant but there’s a sinking feeling within you as you notice he’s bored. Or maybe distracted was a better word.

“So, do you have a boyfriend? Or anyone you’re seeing?”

You nearly choke at the question uttered through a buttery voice.

“Oh um, not really.”

“Not really?”

You made a mental note to answer in definitives. Armin seemed the type to snuff out anything he reasoned as half-truths.

“No. I uh, don’t have a boyfriend.” And then you clarified a pin-drop later, “And I’m not seeing anyone either.”

The blond hums a playful tune that’s vaguely nostalgic.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

You don’t understand the point of this line of incessant questioning, and can’t calm your heart rate.

“I-um, I don’t-“

Taking one look at your serious face, eyes rimmed with worry and cheeks pink, he laughs. It’s a startling sound like bell chimes.

“Relax. I just wanted to know if you had any experience.”

The sentence flies out of your mouth before you can even ponder it: “What do you mean by experience?”

It’s not his fault if he can’t hide the feral grin that crosses his mouth right at that moment. You can’t discern his expression as you’re staring at anywhere but him, so you don’t notice the uncontained excitement that glimmers in cerulean eyes.

“Let’s move to the couch. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

You think about saying that you’re fine wherever you are and didn’t really feel like changing positions, but he’s already striding towards the couch. So you start packing up the materials, before a clear voice calls out to you, “It’s okay. You don’t have to bring all that. Just bring your flashcards.”

You hoped that wouldn’t mean he’d quiz you, but that’s exactly what he meant to do.

“Law of diminishing returns.”

“Wait! I know that one!” You brightly exclaimed, “ Uhh..it gives way to the catch-up effect which means poor countries tend to grow more rapidly and they’ll one day essentially catch up with wealthier economies.”

The blond ran his hand through his hair before sighing. You could feel your heart drop. You were sure you were right. Was your answer wrong enough to cause exasperation?

“Stick with the formal definition next time. I didn’t ask for the theory based on the law.”

You pouted, and Armin couldn’t help but relish in how eagerly you sought his approval, like a puppy performing tricks to appease their master.

“You should sit closer. Can you even see the word?”

You moved closer to him, knees knocking into each other. He looks down at the completed set.

“Well, you didn’t do as bad as I expected.” Ouch. But maybe he meant it as a compliment?

“But,” the corners of his mouth curled, “I’d say you’re still struggling.” Never mind.

“T-this is a new chapter though. I don’t think we’ve even gone over it in class.”

Blue eyes narrow, and you wonder if he’s going to give the well-meaning spiel about how staying ahead was the only way to keep up. That mantra may work for someone with high ambitions and an extremely good work ethic but you were no well-oiled machine. You had other classes too!

“Why are you so defensive?”

Your eyes widen in surprise at the question, spoken so softly and casually, you almost miss the disdained lilt.

“Oh uh-“

“Listen to me. I quizzed you so I’m able to assert your skill level. And your response to my assertion is that it’s something you haven’t gone over in class yet. Do those things relate to each other at all?”

Meekly, you shift your attention to the rug.

“Answer me.”

“N-no”, you squeaked.

“And what have I always told you? The only way to keep up is to-“

“Stay ahead.” You finished, “I’m sorry, I just-“

“Did I say you could interrupt me?”

You could feel the blood rushing to your ears, unsure when the atmosphere had shifted. Your heartbeat was beating rapidly and you could feel your body go warm.

He sighed, and placed a hand over over your folded ones, squeezing your palms.

“You know I’m just looking out for you right? It almost feels like you don’t care-“

“No!” You exclaim, “I-I do.” Heat pools into your cheeks once you realize your grave mistake, “I-I’m sorry for interrupting you.”

The blond smiles radiantly and it nearly melts away all of your worries…until he opens his mouth to deliver another damning remark.

“You know, with your looks…you don’t really even have to graduate. Maybe choose an easy major and then get some rich husband to take care of you.” There’s a distinct lack of humor in his tone as if he wholeheartedly believed every word he was saying.

Your eyebrows furrow in blatant confusion, and in the back of your mind, danger signs are flashing at the back of your head. Your thighs are growing warmer. Oh no, this could not be happening right now.

“That’s what most girls’ dreams are anyways.” He inspects his spotless nails, “You chose this class because Ackerman’s attractive right? That’s why his class has such a high drop rate…silly girls join, not understanding how harsh of a grader he is.”

You open your mouth to defend yourself but the next inflammatory remark he spews almost sends you to shock, “Though I bet, if you got on your knees for him, you’d be getting an A on those finals.” He laughs as if he was saying something particularly amusing, an undercurrent of spite coloring his words, “You wouldn’t even need me as your tutor.”

There are a million things on the tip of your tongue but no voice to speak them out. You want to ask him why he’s been so weirdly invasive, what his weird hang-up with professor Ackerman was, and of course, the casual sexism was really throwing you in a loop. Still, you have no doubt Armin could beat you to a bloody pulp several times over in a verbal lashing, and your mind was too fragile to deal with this.

You’ll sign up for a new tutor or better yet no tutor. You’ll get over your social anxiety and join a study group. You’ll go to all of Professor Ackerman’s office hours. Anything had to be better than this. You’re giving yourself this pep talk in your head but there’s no denying that your legs feel warm, and the self-improvement speech is withering away in your mind as it seeks to instead process how Armin fucking Arltert is touching you right now.

He pins you against the cushions, one hand locking both of your wrists. You’re shaking but your pupils are blown out wide.

He smirks, “There’s an excellent stress reliever for studying you know.”

You limp in his hold but the cocky attitude behind his words brings you back. You thrash under him, earning an annoyed growl from the blond.

“I’ve been so fucking patient with you, you know? Planning out your study guides, sharing my notes with you, proofreading homework, going over the mock exams—don’t you think I deserve a little compensation?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

He's right. He's right. Armin actually has done so much for you. Maybe it was too easy to take for granted because of how efficient he was, and how he acted like it was nothing. But right now, nothing really was everything.

He smiles. Yeah, this is who you were. Add just a little bit of pressure and you crumble. That flash of bravery from before was nothing but a petulant outburst from a child who didn’t know any better.

Armin coos, “Isn’t it a little embarrassing to be a virgin at your age?”

With unbridled precision, while he’s still holding your lower body down with the weight of his legs, he unbuckles his belt and ties it around your strained wrists. Red fills your face, and like always, you’re struggling to find the right words to respond. To say anything at all. Most of all, you can feel a wetness building at your core.

“I know the way you look at me, you know.” He kisses the dip of your neck, slender fingers splayed from under your shirt, “I know you’re into this.”

And because he is a scientist who must have evidence to back up his hypothesis, his hands find themselves under the waistband of your floral skirt that you foolishly wore, pushing the cure pastel underwear aside. You’re writhing in his grasp but maybe not as much as you should be, but it’s not your fault your movements are sluggish right?

“You have such a funny habit of not deleting your windows and keeping your bookmarks open.”

You freeze.

“This entire time I thought you were some prudish virgin even though you dress like a whore. Someone with who I had to be gentle. But all that fucking porn you read? Nasty. Is that why you need help in this class?” He punctuates slowly, "Because you're wasting your brain for something else?"

Immediately, you remember how you left your laptop on the table. You remember how many times he used your computer to double-check the notes, and you trustingly let him, forgetting that despite deleting your tabs, the hidden windows of steamy erotica were not yet erased out of their existence. Embarrassment violently paints your body.

He doesn’t wait or care for your response as he starts a vigorous assault on your clit with his slender finger, rubbing up and down in a vicious manner. The second finger prods at your entrance, feeling a tight cavern despite the amount of slick collected. Your eyes roll back in pleasure-is this what being with someone is like?

Stop. Get a hold of yourself. Why are you so fucking horny right now? It doesn’t matter what Armin said about you or how he called you out for the fiction you’ve read, because this is real life. But Christ, it’s Armin, the boy you’ve had a crush on since the moment he explained to you what a marginal abasement curve was. Stupidly handsome Armin with a gentle voice and too-blue oceanic eyes. Stupidly handsome Armin who coerced you into being under him.

You’re so fucking warm and tight, and Armin can’t wait to sink himself inside of you, can’t wait to humiliate you further. With nimble fingers he untied the ribbons of your dress like you were a Christmas present, groping your soft mounds and marking up your collarbone with teeth and tongue. Crystalline tears roll down the side of your face. You really shouldn’t be crying when you’re this wet.

“So fucking funny how you can’t look at me in the eye when we have a conversation but you read the filthiest fucking smut I’ve ever seen.”

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