#before it spreads the whole body yes the process hurts like hell the added teeth didn’t make it any better

[changewingwentz]

Originally caption “iii wears more Victorian ahhhh looking fits for the teeth of God tour maybe haha” but these look too Victorian lmaaoooo

Inspired from a character also placed in the same time period wearing the thigh high boots and iii ……in those boots guys hear me out…..

[exosmutfactory]

How I Look On You 001

Chun-hei is stuck between feeling too busy to commit and too young to settle down. And with her bustling book publisher business, bachelors and alike are all swarming around her for a chance at publicity. She’s doing a good job at keeping the men at bay—until Byun Baekhyun, that is. Doesn’t mean he’ll have it easy though.

A/N: I’m tired of this bad boy staring me down in my drafts so! Here we are. Hope you enjoy 🌹

Part 1 ✓ |  Part 2 |  Part 3 |  Part 4 |  Part 5 |

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The Bar

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"He might got money, but I bet she got her own

You know she independent, when she leave here all alone

You already know, you know, you know, you know, you know

But you could still get it though

You could still get it (Uh-huh), you could still get it

Only if you wit' it though"

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An all-nighter every now and then never hurt anybody.

I tell myself this as I let my friends drag me to the newest bar in town; ordering a round of drinks for everyone once we secure a table. Thankfully none of us plan to leave for the next 2 hours, although, as the mom friend, I keep my consumption to a minimum.

“I’m glad this new place opened up,” One friend mumbles; already halfway gone, “The last one lacked good looking men.”

“You could always go to a club, Seoyeon.” Another states.

Seoyeon scrunches her nose, “Yeah, that’s where all the hookups and spread of diseases happens, Jihun. But bars,” She emphasizes, tilting her drink towards her at a dangerous angle, “Is more…”

“Subtle?” Another supplies; tucking her short black hair behind her ear.

“Classy.” Seoyeon concludes.

I can’t help but snort. “Y’all are a trip.”

“Says the southern nun,” Seoyeon slurs, head tilting to the side. “When’s the last time you got laid?”

“I don’t know.” Shrugging I idly stir my drink, resting my chin on my palm.

“It’s been a good 6 months,” Turning to glare at Jihun, she puts her hands up in defense. “I’m your secretary and you haven’t had a “sick” day in a long ass time.”

“Why haven’t I fired you yet?” I mutter; her being quick to reply with a “You need me.”

“But seriously, Chun-hei.” I turn to my soft-spoken friend, “Are you okay? Everything alright last time you saw the gynecologist?”

“Her pussy isn’t falling off, Minji.” Seoyeon rolls her eyes, “She’d be much more uptight, trust me.”

“Wow geez, thanks doc.” My tone is dry; a grin breaking out on my face as she scowls. “Guess that cosmetology degree taught you more than the rest of us.”

“You never know,” She replies tossing her freshly dyed red hair, “Maybe you’d learn something if you left your office for once.”

“Publishing books is a long process,” Mumbling with a shake of my head I take a sip of my drink, “And you know how my workers like to slack off when I’m not around.”

“That’s what you have Jihun for,” She points to the said blonde who calmly lowers her offending finger. “Hell, I was shocked you agreed to come out here tonight...”

Not meaning to tune her out, my eyes catch sight of someone across the bar. Their purposely messy black hair complimenting their all-black outfit. A black coat with the first two buttons undone, matching jeans and a striped black and white scarf tied leisurely around their neck. Feeling eyes on him, he meets my gaze; a smirk playing at his lips.

I casually lean back in my chair; tilting my head with a single brow raised.

“Oh shit.” Jihun gasps. “Girls she’s in the zone.”

“Who? Who?” Seoyeon craned her neck around; trying to catch sight of the man.

“Yah!” Minji whisper shouts, lightly smacking the back of her head. “Leave her be, she needs this.”

Chuckling internally, I gracefully bring my glass back to my lips; looking down as if analyzing its contents before flickering my eyes back over to him. His own gaze still locked on me. Gotcha.

“Girls,” Slowly dragging my eyes over to them, I swirl my drink; crossing my fishnet-clad legs. “I think I’ll be leaving early.” Smoothly shifting my eyes back over to the man running a hand through his hair and biting on his bottom lip, I feel a familiar heat in my stomach.

Jihun whistles, shaking her head. “Good luck, girl.” Her grin mirroring my internal one as Minji gives congratulations as well. Seoyeon is busy studying her nails as I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. Locking gazes with the man once again, I bite down on my bottom lip as he approaches the table with confident strides.

“Good evening ladies,” He greets in a deep voice. Just the sound alone has more heat pooling between my legs, and when his dark brown eyes meet mine, I know that tonight will be a good one.

As they reply in unison he struts his way over to my side of the table; eyes locked on my own the entire time. “You mind if I accompany your friend for the night?” He asks with a charmingly raised brow. My red lips curl into a smile, an action he’s quick to notice as he flashes his own; biting down on that admittedly sinful lip of his.

“Oh no,” Jihun waves a hand, “Please. Take her off our hands. She could use the,” She smirks, “Company.”

He chuckles politely, holding a hand out to me, “May I?”

More than happy to comply, I place my hand into his open palm; flashing a flirtatious smile, “Gladly.”

With another handsome smile of his, he firmly kisses the back of my hand and starts leading me out the bar; an action that’s more arousing than I would expect. Taking one last glance back at the girls, I send them a wide-eyed excited look as they quietly cheer.

Once out into the cool night air, I take a peek at him; he’s a good 4 inches taller than me while I'm in my one-inch combat boots.

He steps closer; the streetlight above casting an alluring glow on his handsome face as he rests his hands on my hips. His brown eyes search my own as I place my palms on his chest. He pulls me closer; lips quickly slotting over mine in a kiss.

There’s something in the way he takes his time as if savoring the feeling of my lips with every thorough smooch and bite from his own. I can’t help curling my hands in his coat the longer we stand there; the sounds of our wet kiss loud in the vacant street adding more to the heat between my legs.

With one last suck on my bottom lip, he pulls back to look me over again, “My place?”

“Yes.” I breathe; more than affected. Quivering internally at his lick of lips and devious smirk.

As he hauls us a cab, I study his side profile. Appreciating his long neck, angular jawline, soft lips, and a button nose. What a catch he is; I think with a lick of my lips.

When our ride pulls up, he opens the door, waiting for me to get in first. Once inside he rests a warm hand high on my thigh as he tells the driver the address; gently kneading and stroking me with his thumb. I’m soaked by the time we pull up to his apartment complex.

He pays before getting out; holding the door open and a hand out to me. I take it as I climb out, looking up at him again as he sends the driver on his way.

His eyes move back to me as I drag a hand down his chest; his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. “I never caught your name,” He mumbled with a brow raised.

For a moment, I contemplate telling him; looking over his handsome features. “Chun-hei. Or-” Grabbing him by his scarf and pressing my body to his, I smile at the way his breath hitches; peeking at him from under my lashes, “Yours.” I can't help purring, “For tonight.” A smirk plays at my lips as his eyes darken in lust; my arousal growing farther.

“Baekhyun.” He utters with another lick of his lips; resting his hand comfortably on my waist before leading me inside. My eyes sweep over the state of the building. It’s interior surprisingly spotless for this side of town; known for housing the most rambunctious college students. The elevator is in tiptop shape as well.

My eyes drift back to Baekhyun when he chuckles. I have to gulp down the urge to take him right then and there as he leaned casually against the wall. His dark eyes settled on me from under the veil of his messy hair. A smirk on his lips that I surprisingly find confident rather than cocky as we keep up the intense eye contact.

Once the elevator dings, we both look towards the opening doors. Baekhyun's hand settling back on my waist as we exit out into the hallway. The walk to his apartment is short-literally four steps away from the elevator. I find myself catching sight of his hands and damn they look eternal in proper lighting. The flexing of said hands as he opens the door increases the throb between my legs.

The layout of his place is actually cute from what I can see; a closet right across from the door as we step in. To the right of it is the rest of the apartment; a relatively nice sized kitchen that takes up the whole front wall beside the front door and a small table able to seat four people. I briefly catch a glimpse of his fully furnished living room before I’m whisked away to a door beyond his comfortable looking couch. I have to hand it to him for being able to be a gentleman until we reach his bedroom.

He locks the door and something about the resounding click fills me with even more anticipation.

“Nice place.” I look around, admiring his king-sized bed covered in a simple yet elegant black blanket; the covers perfectly made. Two fluffy white pillows adorning the top.

Baekhyun chuckles, stepping closer. “Thank you.”

We have a little staring contest; eyes locked on each other’s gaze. It goes on for longer than a minute and Baekhyun’s eyes flutter a little; wanting to close as I stay firm in my position. Until an unsuspected hand wraps around my waist and pulls me against him; his erection prominent on my stomach. I gulp, blinking automatically. Baekhyun flashes a grin before his lips are once again meeting mine.

We walk to the bed, my knees soon hitting the back of it. Before Baekhyun can think to lay me down, I quickly spin us around; pushing the wide-eyed man onto the mattress. He looks up at me; gaping a bit as I pulled off my crop top, keeping my skin tight mesh shirt on. “Sorry.” I smile down at him, gracefully climbing into his lap, “I prefer to be on…” My eyes drag up his body from his obvious bulge to his alluring eyes, “Top.”

Baekhyun visibly gulps, nodding as he rests his hands on my hips.

My smile turns into a smirk as I settle my hips on his; near chuckling at the way his breath hitches. I can’t help sliding my hand down his chest, teasingly tugging open a button on his coat, “May I?”

Baekhyun nods, watching me undo each button at a slow pace. By the time I reach the last one, he is covered in a thin layer of sweat as my hungry eyes take in the sight of his hot body. “Wow,” I utter, lifting up a bit to pull off my mesh top as well. Internally giggling at how his eyes widen even more at the discovery of me not wearing a bra.

Slowly grinding on his lap, I trail a finger down his neck, “Mmm. You are quite handsome, Baekhyun.” I relish in the way his cheeks redden at the compliment; feeling his arousal twitch. Chuckling, I decide to put him out of his misery and smash my lips back to his; moving to unzip his pants.

Baekhyun groans, head falling back when I add a bit of pressure, “Chun-hei.”

My own breath hitches; lip between my teeth as I watch him. It takes both our efforts to get his tight jeans off. I quickly pull down his boxers, nearly gasping as I take in the sight of his cock. It's not the biggest I've seen, but its girth…. Fuck me.

I pump him a few times; he’s so hard and leaking so much my palm easily slides over his throbbing cock as I hum deeply at his little gasps and quiet moans. The more noises he makes the more my arousal grows.

Not able to take anymore, I lift my skirt and pull my g-string to the side; smirking at the dazed look on his face, “Condom?”

Baekhyun takes a deep breath, eyes falling shut when I rotate my wrist, “T-Top drawer.”

Humming in approval I walk over to his nightstand; purposely bending over as I retrieve a silver packet. Coming back to him, I carefully rip it open with my teeth; taking my time in putting it on him. With his cock safely wrapped, I start to slide down on him, then think otherwise, grinding on him instead.

“Chun-hei.” He sighs, biting back a whimper when I grind hard in response. “Chun-hei, fuck. Please.”

Chuckling although a bit breathless, I press his cock to my wet entrance; slowly sliding down onto him. I bite my cheek hard to contain my own whimper; lightly scratching at his shoulders from the stretch. “Damn you are thick Baek.” I hiss, moaning loud when he unexpectedly jerks his hips. He sends me a sheepish look when I glare at him.

“S-Sorry,” His eyes flutter shut as I lift up to the tip then slide back down onto him again; taking him deeper every time. By the third time, my hips are pressed firmly to his. I rock back and forth, swirling my hips at random intervals just to hear the noises he makes. His voice growing louder as I quicken my pace.

“Chun-hei.” He breathes, sliding a hand down to my clit.

I jump a bit at the contact with a gasp, “F-Fuck.” My eyes fall shut as he speeds up, his hard thrusts from below bringing me closer to cumming, “Baekhyun.”

He groans loud in reply, pounding me harder as I fall over the edge, “Fuck. Yes, Chun-hei.” He breathes, fingers not leaving my clit as I squirm above him, “Come for me.”

Moaning loud as all my muscles tense up, I continue slamming myself down on his cock; thighs shaking from all the pleasure as I feel him throbbing inside my clenching walls. “Come on, Baekhyun.” I purr, egging him on. “Give it to me.” Leaning close, I rub my hand down his chest, lightly sucking on his earlobe, “If you’re good, I might let you come in my mouth next time.”

“Christ.” He hisses, slamming up deep into my tightening walls and filling the condom with a loud groan.

Chuckling, I wait a few moments before sliding off his member with ease. “You’re so hot,” Trailing my eyes all over his naked form; chiseled, heaving chest and a long bared neck, I lick my lips; touching his heated skin. “I’d love to go another round.”

“What’s stopping you?” He mumbles sleepily, running a hand through his messy hair; eyes glazed over in post-orgasm bliss.

“Oh, nothing,” I bite back a smirk at the way his throat bobs when I caress his thigh, sliding my hand back up his body, “Just don’t want to wear you out. I don’t know if your stamina is par with mine.”

Baekhyun lifts his head and his hands are on my hips at once, grip tight as if preparing to flip me over until he stops, taking a good look at me. “I can go all night.” He declares.

“No, no,” I shake my head, gently patting his hip and moving to get off his lap, “It's alright, I should get going.” Pretending to search for my crop top around the room, I continue, “Don’t want to disturb your beauty rest.”

A low growl comes from the man under me before he grabs my wrist, pulling my clothed body flush to his naked one as he regards me with dark eyes blazing in lust. “Want to bet?”

Smirking, I press my chest to his, growing excited at the telltale sign of him hardening against my thigh. “Bring it on, Baek.” I purr before my lips are taken again.

Two rounds later and he’s sleeping like a babe; pouty pink lips slightly parted on every exhale and eyelashes brushing the top of his glowing cheeks. He’s sleeping without a care in the world and it takes everything in me not to giggle at the sight.

I’ve just reached out a hand to smooth down his unruly hair when a low buzz fills the room. I freeze, glancing over the bed to find my phone lighting up on the floor. Carefully lowering myself off the bed to pick it up, I swear under my breath. Jihun. Calling to probably make sure I’m okay. Quickly grabbing my disregarded crop top, I slip it on and pad out of the room on light feet, swiping to answer with a perfectly manicured finger, “Hello?”

“Chunhei!” Her voice has risen an octave higher than usual, “Are you okay? Why are you whispering?”

Taking one last glance at the sleeping man, I grab my forgotten heels by the door and gently close it behind me. “Sorry, I’m still at Baekhyun’s place.”

“Baekhyun?” I navigate my way to the front door, pulling my heels back on with a low hiss. “You haven’t left yet? It’s 3 am.”

Remembering the slight wobble to my legs, I blush. “I’m leaving now, don’t worry.” Slowly registering her words, I straighten up. “I’m not coming into work tomorrow.”

“I figured as much.” She pauses, the sound of juggling keys loudly ringing into the phone. “Want me to come get you?”

“Please,” I whisper, giving the address and waiting for her to arrive.

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[excindrela]

12 Days of Demon Ayno - Day 3 (18+ M)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff & S M U T

Warnings: Fingering, Graphic sex (semi-public, mirror, un-protected)

Word Count: 2435

AN: Welcome to Day 3 of the 12 Days of Demon Ayno! As promised, here’s the SMUT! (Oh don’t worry- there’s more where this came from!)  I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! Hope you like it! 

Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9

On the 3rd Day of Christmas: You Took Ayno to the Mall

You were sifting through the mail, which at this time of year consisted mostly of ads and catalogs, when you saw the envelope. Oh no. You’d almost forgotten: the office Christmas party. There was no getting out of it, and worse, somehow your co-workers had found out you had a boyfriend. This meant you were going to have to take Ayno. You glanced over at him, sitting on the couch totally engrossed in yet another insipid Hallmark Christmas movie, and wondered how you were going to pull this off. There was no way he was going to just blend in: Ayno was tall and beautiful- the platinum blonde hair you were currently gracing him with making him even more of a standout. Once you put him in a suit and tie, he was going to stop traffic and hearts. You felt yourself getting lightheaded at the thought.

Right on cue, Ayno’s head swiveled in your direction, eyes already glowing burgundy and full of sparkle, as he gracefully rose and crossed the room in three short strides to press his body against yours and capture your mouth with his. “Did you need something?” he asked suggestively.  

“Nope. I’m good.” You half lied.

Never one to take no for an answer, Ayno began softly kissing your neck. “Mmmmm...your pheromones suggest otherwise.” He said softly between kisses.

“With you kissing me like that, how could they not?”

You felt his lips curve into a smile. “I don’t see the problem…”

“The problem”, you said attempting to push him away, “is that once we get going, we don’t stop! …and I unfortunately have things to get done tonight.”

“I hope you were planning to add me to your to-do list” he mock pouted.

You laughed “You are always on my to-do list.”

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Any thoughts you had that you were going to leave Ayno at home and just say “he couldn’t make it” went out the window at the end of the staff meeting the next day when Megan, who you usually referred to as Mega Bitch Barbie, cornered you and asked in front of everyone “So! Will we finally be seeing this mysterious boyfriend of yours at the Christmas party?”, the tone of her voice implying that no such person actually existed. Right then and there you decided that Ayno was definitely going, and in the most lethal look you could mentally conjure for him.

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 “Soooo…we have to go shopping.” You told him.

“Shopping?” he asked excitedly “Can we go to the store with the chicken feet and the large spikey fruit?” Ayno loved grocery shopping.

“No, sorry- this is not a trip to the Asian market. We have to go to the Mall.”

He looked a little disappointed. “Do we have to go through every store? Many of them seem the same. And some of them stink and make me sneeze.”

You laughed lightly. “I promise we will avoid Yankee Candle and Bath & Body Works. I have to find a dress to wear to the office Christmas party.”

“Oh. When will you go to this party?”

“In a couple weeks. You’re going too.”

Ayno’s whole face lit up. “I will go with you? You think it is ok to let people see me and meet me?” he asked.

“Of course! …and before you ask, yes, I will tell them you’re my boyfriend.”

“I promise I will try not to be awkward. I will say little and stay right next to you.” he said in a rush.

Your heart hurt a little- he was trying so hard. “You’ll be fine. You’re doing a great job of acting human.”

Ayno beamed and gave you one of those full body hugs you loved. “Do I need clothes for this too?”

“Well yes- and no. You do need a suit. But I was thinking I might just conjure your clothes.”

Ayno looked wary. “Is that a good idea? You know what happens…”

He wasn’t wrong in his concern. You had learned that when Ayno said he appeared however you desired him, he meant it literally. If you truly desired him to look like SpongeBob SquarePants in a pink housecoat and hair curlers, that is exactly what he would look like…and the change would take only moments. So, if you desired him to wear the outfit on the cover of GQ- that’s what he would be instantly wearing. The problem came in when you started thinking about things you’d like him to do to you and started picturing him naked…which was why you had invested in some actual real world clothes for him- those didn’t just disappear off his body the second your thoughts went NC-17.

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You started with the department stores. Nordstrom & Bloomingdale’s were too expensive, and Dillard’s had a whole lot of nothing. That meant you had to hit the mall stores.

Ayno had proven to be good to shop with: three levels of consumer paradise always fascinated him, he offered honest assessments of anything you tried on, and had seemingly endless patience with the process- particularly if you gave him your cell phone to play with. He was totally addicted to Candy Crush.

This next store looked sort of promising. Over bright lighting, hard to navigate displays, tons of disposable fast fashion, and from the overhead speakers Mariah Carey was loudly declaring that all she wanted for Christmas was you. You saw several dresses you liked right away, and they had most of them in your size. The salesgirl lead you to the dressing room area at the rear of the store. They were co-ed dressing rooms that sat down a long hallway with wooden stadium style seats on one side and then the dressing rooms on the other with doors that reached almost to the floor. You stepped inside the room to discover it was actually rather spacious and had one of those awesome three panel mirrors that you could angle so you could actually see yourself from every position all at once. The first two dresses were absolute no goes: One of them was ill fitting, and the color on the other one washed you out. The third dress was a possibility if not a little boring. You actually had to take your bra off for dress number four: one of those tight stretchy neoprene numbers that looked almost like vinyl. Ok, this dress was a little too body-con for an office party, but you looked sexy as hell. You were tousling your hair, turning and admiring yourself when you heard a knock on the dressing room door. You were about to tell the salesgirl you were fine, when you heard Ayno’s voice low and husky “Open the door”. You cracked it open to see his eyes blazing burgundy and full of lust. He pushed through the dressing room door and locked it behind him. He moved around to stand behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist and pressing you to his body, the other hand rubbing your thigh and pushing the already-too-short-hem of the dress ever higher. “Mmmm you do look sexy, don’t you? He said as he captured your earlobe with his teeth and began nibbling and tugging on it.  “Ayno! Stop!” you hissed. “What’s the matter baby? Afraid someone will hear us?” “YES! We will get thrown out! Or arrested!!” “Then you’d better stay quiet” he growled as he pushed 2 of his fingers into your mouth. This was the closest you had ever gotten to sucking Ayno’s cock, so you went to work on his fingers with all the pent-up frustration of having been denied that privilege. His large hand kneaded and grabbed your ass as you swirled your tongue around his fingers and sucked hard. While weaving a trail of pale strawberry marks across the top of your shoulders, he worked the dress to your waist; and still feeling the smooth skin of your bare ass, he glanced down at it. “Oooo…you are feeling sexy today! You’re wearing- what do you call this again? A “thong”? Such pretty black lace…” his eyes flared a brighter burgundy as he looked up at you in the mirror “…too bad it’s in my way.” Ayno bent down, and with one hand occupied by your mouth, he used the other to pull the string taut, and brought his teeth down to rip it away from the “whale tail” at the top. You felt it give way and slingshot between your legs, coming to dangle uselessly in the front. “That’s better” he said as he brought his free hand down to smack your ass. You squealed in surprise and jumped forward slightly. “Shhhh…I can’t fuck you if you won’t stay quiet.” Ayno admonished as pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth.  He pulled them out with a pop and trailed them between your ass cheeks before sliding lower and slipping them into your juicy pussy. You sighed as he slid them in and out quickly causing a squelching sound. “Is all this for me?” he whispered. You nodded and whimpered slightly, suddenly needing to feel him buried in you. You moaned in protest as he abruptly removed his fingers, bringing his hand around to the front of you, running his fingers up and down between your folds before placing your swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger and gently rolling. You gasped, bighting your lips to keep silent as he brought his other hand up and gently lifted your chin until you look up and meet his eyes in the mirror. You could feel your tension building, as you ground your ass against Ayno’s hard cock, still straining to be freed from his pants. Suddenly he stopped, kissed your cheek and whispered “Not yet” low in your ear as you moaned in protest of your stolen high.

Ayno reached up slowly removed the straps from your shoulders and rolled the dress down your sides and off your body until it fell to the floor. He turned you slightly sideways and said, “Spread your legs, bend over, and put both hands on the left mirror.” Your core grew hot with anticipation as you followed his instructions. Then he reached over and adjusted the right panel of the mirror so you could see your naked body bent before him: breasts hanging free and dripping pussy on display like an open rose. You watched breathlessly as Ayno took his finger and ran it gently along the edges of each petal, and slowly swirled around the opening before pushing a single digit back in. A sigh escaped your lips as he worked the digit slowly back and forth before withdrawing it covered in your juices to swirl around the lips again. “So beautiful.” He murmured as he repeated his actions before bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them clean. His eyes never left yours as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor next to the dress. He gently stroked himself and then brought the tip of his length to your waiting hole. He stroked the head of his cock up and down between your slick folds, lubing himself until you saw him prod the entrance, and begin teasing you by inserting just the head, and then withdrawing it. “Oh god Ayno- don’t tease me! Just fuck me” you pleaded. “So impatient” he said clucking his tongue at you. “Are you going to stay quiet?” he asked as he pushed in again. “Yes” you whispered desperately. He grabbed your hips and sheathed himself all the way in in one long steady stroke. You watched as his shaft disappeared inside you one centimeter at a time, your walls stretching as he pressed in until his thighs were flush against your ass. Then he dragged slowly all the way back out, allowing you to feel his every ridge. For a moment you could see his cock coated in your juices glistening in the dressing room lights, before he pushed himself all the way back in watching as your wet pussy lips parted to welcome him. Every time he pressed in you could feel the sweet stretch against your walls as he filled you and then the feeling of emptiness as your walls touched again when he withdrew. Ayno’s eyes met yours in the mirror “I love watching your pussy take my cock. Do you like it too? Do you like watching me fuck you?” he asked. “Yes, god yes…please Ayno, this is torture! Fuck me hard...” you whined. “Your wish is always my command” he said as he continued thrusting fully in and out of you, his pace building rapidly. The slap of his thighs against your ass was muffled by the sounds of Blink 182 telling you they would not be home for Christmas; but you watched your ass cheeks jiggle as his thighs connected, and your breasts bounce with every stroke. He continued pulling his full length out and slamming back into you despite the frenetic pace he now had. Your breath was coming in shallow pants as you reached one hand down to your throbbing clit and squeezed your eyes shut. You weren’t aware of how loud you were moaning until Ayno reached forward and clamped one hand over your mouth. “C’mon baby – don’t be scared- you don’t have to hold back.” he coaxed, seeing you fighting to keep your climax at bay. You could feel your stomach tighten and your legs starting to shake. Your moans became high pitched as your orgasm sent waves of pleasure through your body. Ayno pulled out and spun you around- pressing you against his body, your mound grinding against his bare cock and your whimpers lost in his mouth as you rode it out.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. You broke away from the kiss, your whole body going stock still, shaking legs still being supported by Ayno. “Hi! How’s it goin’ in there?!” the voice of the overly cheerful salesgirl asked. Ayno broke into a huge grin. “Great! Thanks!” you called back, hoping you didn’t sound as shaky as you felt. “Was that a good size for you? Did that fit ok?” she asked. Ayno’s whole body began shaking with silent laughter. “Yep! It was perfect. Fit like a dream.” you answered back trying not to laugh. “Ok! Let me know if you need anything else!” she said as she moved on to check the next patron. “Maybe some new underwear…” you mumbled under your breath.

[crimes-and-gelato]

Only Half a Blue Sky (Chapter 6)

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes

A/N: If you're still here, thank you for staying. And I'm sorry for adding another chapter, because I wanted to write a long one to tie everything up, only for my real life drama to hinder my writing. So, I'm sorry for cutting y'all short with this chapter. But at least we still have another one next week. Yayyy???This one is unbeta-ed because I wrote it sooo late, I couldn't find the heart to burden someone with my unchecked grammar. So, if there are any spelling mistakes or grammar error, please look at it with kindness and tell me in a soft voice, yeah? Thanks.Chapter title is from Maroon 5's Daylight, because that song is about leaving. Or well, that's how I perceive it.Also just T/W: there is detailed (but not really because I can't write) torture in this chapter, and assumption that Tony is dead. If that's not for you, I'll see you next week where it'll be more fluff. This whole chapter is just angst. Okay, now on you go. Enjoy.

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if the hurt comes so will happiness. -be patient || rupi kaur 

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Cold is the first thing that registers into his mind as he slowly gains consciousness. The pain follows like an inevitable addition to the discomfort. Why is JARVIS not doing anything about the temperature? He should be at least warm even when he’s in pain.

He’s about to ask his AI to turn the heat up; only that, he opens his eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding. The words die in his tongue.

Where is he? What is this cold, semi-dark place that smells of rust and decay? He tries to rummage his hazy brain for clues. And the only thing that answers him back is more pain. God, his head feels like he’s been hammered by Thor himself. It takes him back to those mornings with a hangover. Only worse.

Shit! His head is pounding so bad it makes him nauseous just opening his eyes and looking around for clues as to where the fuck he is.

Oh, and he’s tied up to a metal chair. Great! Why didn’t he notice that before? Right, because his brain was having a hard time processing everything with how painful it is to even blink.

And gosh, lucky him, he’s got burns littered all over his arms and legs. A few lacerations too on places he can’t specify, because every inch of him hurts that it’s hard to figure out which part of him is not aching. Just fucking fantastic!

At least his not bleeding out… yet. No, he’s only being held hostage on an ugly looking chair. Fucking fantastic indeed. And of course, very classic: kidnappers and chairs. When will villains get creative? Tony can think of other ways to hold people hostage. Not that he’s ever going to share them with the bad guys.

So, how did he end up here?

He scans his memory for clues again because his heart rate is starting to quicken, and the arc reactor in his chest suddenly feels too heavy, that it’s making it difficult for his lungs to distribute the correct amount of oxygen in his body. And he’s not looking forward to the worst case scenario when he’s still in a middle of another worst case scenario.

He needs to keep calm and think of solutions, because if he looks closely into his current predicament it’ll only spiral him into thoughts that’ll push him into a panic attack. He can’t have that right now.

He can’t.

He can’t. Not even when everything about this reminds him of Afghanistan. The cold, the rusty smell of decaying metal, the foul scent of an unkempt room. Somewhere he can hear a faint water droplet that makes his stomach churn at the thought of dirty water and lack of oxygen.

Tony shakes his head to control his rogue thoughts. He’s not going down that rabbit hole. It’s not going to help him get out.

‘I see that you’re awake, Mr. Stark.’ A man appears from the only opening in the room. His English is accented with Russian that completely matches his hard military feature. He fits the perfect role of a HYDRA agent.

‘We’ll it’s hard to stay asleep when your place lacks warmth and cosiness,’ he replies and tries to ignore the uncomfortable dryness in his throat. ‘Also,’ he gestures to his handcuffs, ‘we need to work on consents and safewords for this kind of thing, don’t you think?’

The evil man smiles, showing off chunky yellowish teeth. ‘It’s amazing how you still have humour after all that injury.’ He moves closer, right in front of Tony’s chair. ‘Guess that’s a good thing.’

‘Is it?’

‘Yes, Mr. Stark.’ He takes a stool from the side and occupies it. ‘You see, we need you alive at least.’ He studies Tony’s face, and his eyes gleam of something sadistic. He smiles again and it makes the genius shiver because he doesn’t like this man’s wicked eyes that promises pain. ‘Things apparently didn’t go as planned.’

‘It doesn’t always,’ Tony agrees just to humour this villain. ‘Word of advice? Accept it and move on.’

Another wicked smile as he scratches one of his eyebrow with his pinky. ‘Thanks, but no thanks.’ He pulls out a short knife from his back. His adept fingers plays with it, tosses the blade from one hand to the other. ‘We’ve figured something out.’

‘Who is this we?’ He’s trying not to look intimidated by the sight of the knife. ‘HYDRA?’

‘Can’t tell you… because then, I have to kill you.’

Tony’s not sure if the stranger is humouring him as well, or he’s being honest. But he did say that they — whoever they is — needs him alive. So, they’re not going to kill him. That doesn’t mean that this bad guy won’t make him suffer though. Sadistic bastard!

‘The thing is…’ The man throws the knife in the air and snatches it swiftly, just to plunge it on Tony’s thigh.

The groan escapes his lips as the pain spreads into his body. And here he’s thinking that he’s numb to feel any pain with how much every nerve ending is burning from his injury from the explosion.

Yes, there was an explosion when they were trying to infiltrate a lab that the officials said to be of HYDRA. The officials wanted it to seem like they’re doing government check-ups on private organisation. But it seems like there was a mole on Bruce’s alliance team.

��We really need a safeword,’ he jokes through gritted teeth.

‘It won’t be necessary as long as you tell your friends to give us back the sceptre,’ the man whispers into Tony’s ear, hand gripping on the knife handle and twisting it slightly, earning him another muffled groan from the engineer. ‘And they could send back the soldier as well,’ he adds. ‘Tell them to obey… or else they’ll have your body, back in a bag.’

‘Is that why you need me?’ The blade sinks further. ‘As leverage?’ He chuckles darkly and the man leans back away, looking at Tony like the genius has lost his mind. ‘That’s a very stupid plan.’

‘Oh please… They’ll bargain for you,’ the man spits, putting on his sadistic mask again. ‘You’re their precious teammate. An important person in society.’ He produces another knife. ‘Surely, they’ll come for you and exchange you for the Winter Soldier.’

‘Not really.’ Tony shakes his head and has the greatest urge to tell this idiot of the truth. How, firstly, there is no way in seven hells Captain America will ever let James near these assholes. Neither will Tony, over his dead body. And secondly, there’s no room for argument that his life can be use as a bargaining chip in exchange for the life of those who will be affected if HYDRA gets their hands on the sceptre. Because duh… he’s not worth it.

Back on his first reason. Has these idiots forgotten that Steve is bonded to James, and would probably sacrifice anyone — much less Tony Stark — to keep his soulmate safe? Seriously, bad guys should study the laws of soul bonding too because they are just clueless as to how far people would go for those they love.

‘I’m being honest with you, buddy,’ he says. ‘They won’t exchange Winter and the sceptre for the likes of me.’ He shrugs. ‘So, unless you have another plan, it’s better if you change route right now.’

The man doesn’t believe him. ‘I’ll come back for you when you’re ready to talk, Mr. Stark.’ The second knife vanishes, but thank goodness not under Tony’s flesh. But the bloke did twist the knife that’s still attached to Tony’s thigh before he leaves the room. Probably going to report to his masters.

Tony’s not sure why he’s trying to convince his tormentor that he’s team cares so little for him. He blames it on the lack of common sense and sanity when all he can register is the pain. The last time it hurt like this it’s because he was betrayed. And he was betrayed because he deserved it — he deserves to be alone since he’s never going to be good enough.

His burns, the old wounds, and the new one eats away his logic. Maybe it’s true that the team won’t come for him, especially not Steve who won’t even risk James’ safety. And he agrees with that.

Maybe Rhodey will come for him. But his platypus is busy fighting more important battles that’ll save myriad of people who deserves to live. Not like Tony.

And Pepper — his dear lovely Pepper — who manages his company better than he did, making sure that every single employee is taken care of. Pepper will also not come for him, it’s protocol that SI will never pay ransom money for him.

No one will come for him. No one. So, he should probably stop staring at the door like someone’s going to come busting in and rescue him.

He doesn’t know how long he stares at the door. But he sees the man returning with renewed hope and sadism in his posture.

‘Have you still not changed your mind, Mr. Stark?’ The evil minion occupies his stool once again.

‘Now that I think about it… I never got your name,’ he says. ‘So, what is your name? Or does HYDRA do the whole Hunchman One, Hunchman Two, etcetera thing?’

‘Well,’ the man sits comfortably like he’s simply lounging around with Tony, ‘if it’s all the same to you,’ the punch completely catches Tony off guard, so did the pain, ‘I’d rather not get us both acquainted.’

There’s a new addition to his collection of pain with that blow. There’s a fresh batch of headache that follows the other one that had just ebbed from the explosion. Ah, just his luck.

Tony spits blood on the floor and glares at his oppressor.

‘Beg your Avengers, Mr. Stark,’ he orders. ‘Beg for them.’ Another blow to the other side of his face. ‘Or else, I’ll have too much fun breaking you.’

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It’s cold. It’s always cold, Tony notices. And he’s not sure where he is. He’s sure the bastards that have kidnapped him had stripped him of all his tracking device. Maybe it’s time to install one deep within his flesh like JARVIS had suggested.

And his suit, no one has mentioned about his suit. They must have abandoned it somewhere. Smart of them, because the suit has a tracking device, a good one too.

He needs to escape. He’s not going to be leverage for these assholes. They’re not going to be able to use him, no matter the amount of colourful addition on his face, not to mention the twin knives that’s sunk on both his thighs.

Everything hurts. Everything.

There’s that annoying sound of a slow water drip from inside the room as well. It’s damn irritating, especially that it seems to echo the blood that drips from both of his twinning thigh wounds. Fuck, everything hurts, but at the same time he’s slowly losing feeling on his legs.

Few more hours and he’s going to to bleed out. And this could be it for him.

He lost count of the time Mike — that’s what he calls his instigator, the man didn’t appreciate it (rude much) and lands a rather heavy blow on Tony’s left lung — had come into the room to wreck him into submission. Tony is very close to his breaking point. He can feel his sanity slipping away with each punch that lands his face and body, with each twist of the knife, and the amount of pooling blood beneath him.

His tormentor has promised a much better means next time he sees him; something wet he said, that had Tony’s breath hitching with fear at the vague indication. He’s still have nightmares about dirty water and gasping for air. And that might just be the last straw that breaks the camels back.

But he can’t give up now. He can’t break now. Stark men are made of iron, his own subconscious repeats over and over again. He hates it because his own subconscious sounds like his father’s voice.

And just like he had done before, Tony draws strength to the one thing that grounds him and gives him peace of mind when everything falls apart.

‘Steve,’ he whispers in reverence as if on prayer. ‘Steve.’ He smiles a little, the name tastes safe in his mouth, easing some of his discomfort. His soulmate to Steve Rogers — Captain America, the guy who lost everything and still managed to survive, the guy who Tony wants to become, the man he wants to be with. Brave and wonderful Steve Rogers: Tony’s soulmate. ‘I think… I might miss you, Steve.’

The tears that pool his eyes finally run down his cheeks as he closes his eyes in the hope to never wake up to more suffering. Death doesn’t seem so bad, right? Everyone he loves is safe. His team have recovered Loki’s sceptre — based on Mike’s tantrum — and they’ll be able to end HYDRA once and for all.

And that’s his last thought before darkness finally takes him.

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Everything is in chaos: Tony Stark is missing. And Bucky’s not ready to face the worst case scenario that it completely breaks him; that’s how Steve finds him when the rest of the Avengers returned back home after being unsuccessful in locating Tony in Europe. They have all decided to recoup and plan.

Steve had to fix him back together after his melt down, and he feels bad for stealing Steve’s own rights to mourn for his missing teammate — and probably, the man Steve loves that he doesn’t know yet. It’s embarrassing to need Steve like that because it had always been the other way around, with him taking care of Stevie. But times can change.

It wasn’t his best moment as well, he gets clingy and panicky when he’s not in the same room as Steve, or when he doesn’t see the man. And the weight of Tony’s loss still brands his chest like an empty crater. It’s the sort of ache that won’t go away. It’s the sort of ache that squeezes your heart time and time again just to remind you that it’s there.

Twenty-four hours later, they received a message from the low class HYDRA franchise in Sokovia that had held Tony hostage. They are trying to hold the genius ransom for Loki’s magical sceptre (which Thor and Loki had successfully retrieved). And for him, the Winter Soldier.

Bucky wanted to say yes… to both. He doesn’t give a fuck what happens to him or to that blasted sceptre. All he wants is for Tony to be safe, to come home. But of course, that decision isn’t up to him, and he knows that if they all follow his thinking it’d be a disaster, because honestly, he’s not even logical.

Well, they can’t blame him, he’s not very sane to begin with. Your soulmate being threatened and in the face of danger doesn’t make the most rational human being either. So, he waits, instead of voicing out his idiotic ideas.

But it’s hard to ignore his questionable ideas when a cryptic video arrives eight hours after the offer has been announced. And that video alone makes what’s left of his sane brain cells perish, because the video is awful. Painful to watch.

There’s this bald Russian guy that tortures Tony to beg the Avengers to rescue him in exchange for the sceptre and Bucky. The methods are simple: a few punches and a few stabbing. Nothing worse than Bucky had gone under HYDRA’s hands. But then, Bucky’s a super soldier, who heals easily; Tony on the other hand is a non-powered human, looking all bruised and battered with his injuries from the explosion and now the current tormenting.

It’s wreaking to watch. They were all angry, he can tell. Even Bruce who is usually relax looks a little green. Natasha is physically an embodiment of chaos and destruction at the sight of the second knife digging into Tony’s thigh.

‘JARVIS, I hope you’re tracking the source of this video.’ There’s a hardness in Steve’s voice that he’s never heard before. Steve is usually gentle when speaking to people, especially towards JARVIS or the bots.

‘On it, Captain,’ JARVIS replies severely.

The video only last five minutes, but it feels longer. It plays on a loop, with them cursing every second of it. But they have to study it, in case it clues them to where Tony’s being hold up.

Every quiet groan and tormented scream rams into Bucky’s soul like ton of brick. Mutely, he promises terrible pain to those who’ve caused Tony’s painful screeches. Morality be damned. There is blood and suffering to be paid in full.

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It takes two more days for the next video to arrive. It contains the same stomach churning gore of Tony’s torture. They can all see how the genius slowly withering, despite how he still has his sass intact.

‘Can’t that alien god help locate him?’ Bucky demands, watching the newest set of video for too many times that he knows isn’t healthy. His therapist would disapprove. ‘What use is his magic?’

Steve looks just as weary as Bucky is. They all do, but he thinks him and Steve has it worse. His other soulmate is being maimed, and somehow he thinks Steve can feel the negative and dark energy within him. It might has something to do with how they are soul bond.

So, Captain America has to shoulder Bucky’s hidden anxiety, and he has to worry for his friend. Hence, Steve looking worse for wear.

‘It’s not that easy, Buck.’ Steve runs a hand over his tired face. ‘We’ll find him.’ The blond reaches out a hand to comfort, but Bucky moves away from it. Hurt and confusion mixes in Steve’s face.

‘But when, Stevie?’ he shouts. ‘When he’s dea—’

‘Don’t say that,’ Steve cuts him off sharply. ‘Tony’s one of the strongest people I know.’ He squares his jaw as if daring Bucky to challenge the unquestionable faith in his voice. ‘And we’re doing our best to find him… And we will.’

Being pessimistic probably doesn’t help anyone. And really, he’s only hurting himself by thinking of the worst. Yes, the worst could happen. But not now, not when he’s got Steve to tell him that it won’t. He’ll believe Steve, he always will. Steve could believe for the both of them.

Because god, if the worst do happen, Bucky’s not sure how he will survive. He probably won’t, right? He doesn’t think he’s that strong to survive this heartbreak. He can deal with HYDRA and all their torture, but not the loss of a soulmate. That feels too impossible. Even now, just looking at Tony suffering is killing Bucky, too.

‘We’ll find him, Buck.’ Steve pulls him in a hug, which he accepts because he knows the blond needs it, too. ‘We’ll find him.’

It’s almost a miracle Steve doesn’t ask him about his rather passionate feelings towards Tony Stark. But maybe Steve doesn’t notice it as well, too lost in his own worry for the genius.

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The next video comes sixteen hours after the last one, Steve and Bucky were the one standing vigil for any news. The team had developed a schedule to have someone — usually a pair — wait up for important updates. Not that any of them get any sleep longer than two hours when they are not on duty. Ever since Tony was gone, sleep has been a scarce commodity in the tower.

The video holds the usual disgusting torture of the engineer. But this time Tony looks like he’s at his breaking point. The pool of blood on the floor is also concerning. There’s a haunting paleness in Tony’s face that makes Bucky’s chest twist painfully.

Tony looks weak and fragile and broken. And it’s heart-wrenching to see that he deflates the ball he’s been playing with the bots. There’s far no greater pain than watching his soulmate slowly ebb to death.

‘Steve,’ comes Tony’s weak voice from the video.

Bucky has long accepted that Tony had feelings for Steve, just as Steve has feelings for Tony. But witnessing it so bluntly is something else. He waits for the pain or jealousy to come. Surely, it’s inevitable for him to feel any of the two or both, given that his soulmate uttered someone else’s name when all hope is lost in Tony’s eyes and Steve’s name sounded like a saving grace.

The pain or jealousy didn’t arrive. Yes, there is pain, but it’s the same one he’s been nursing since Tony had gone missing and was tortured.

Bucky aches for his imprisoned soulmate. And he’s about to tell Steve that they really need to fasten shit up and rescue the genius, because he can’t stand these awful videos anymore.

‘Wha—’ Steve’s motionless as he stares into the monitor, horror and confusion sits on his face.

‘Stevie?’ He reaches for his soulmate in concern. A hand on the blond’s shoulder for support. Did the videos finally break Steve as well?

Steve’s tortured expression turns to Bucky, his lips are agape, but no words passes them. ‘Buck,’ he says like he’s remembering Bucky’s there. He holds on to Bucky’s outstretch arm like it’s the only thing that’s keeping him upright. ‘Tony… h-he’s… he’s…’

It’s a good thing that Bucky’s a super soldier because Steve is heavy with how he’s relying all of his weight on Bucky’s arm. He’s never seen his soulmate so startled and terrified.

‘Oh god,’ Steve mumbles quietly with disbelief and fright as he looks everywhere but Bucky’s own worried face.

Steve’s action is scaring Bucky, and he’s about to ask the blond man what’s wrong when —

‘Steve,’ Tony mutters again.

Steve whips his head back to the screen in a flash that Bucky’s amaze he didn’t break his neck in the process. Steve’s sudden alertness to Tony’s call is an embodiment of a siren calling to a sailor; like a sunflower following the sun in the sky.

But god is it clear to Bucky what’s happening. It’s written all over Steve’s face with how his eyes looks like he’s seeing Tony for the first time.

One single word.

One single name.

Bucky knows by experience what it feels like to have Tony say your name for the first time and be envelop by a phantom sense of safety and happiness. It’s like finding meaning to life all over again, and being lulled in euphoria. But he can’t imagine what it’s like for Steve when there’s also that dreadful emotion of fear for the life of a soulmate which had sat painfully on Bucky’s chest for days now. A few days that felt like years.

‘I think… I might miss you, Steve,’ Tony says as he closes his eyes.

They both stare at the screen in silence. Waiting for the genius to say something more.

But nothing.

Tony remains still. So still that Steve’s hand grips on Bucky’s so tightly it hurts.

Damn it, Tony! Open your eyes! Bucky yells mentally in anger and desperation. Please… Please. He watches and waits for any sign of motion.

The seconds tick by, but Tony continues to be static.

Open your eyes, doll! His own hand digs into Steve’s shoulder as they both try to support each other. Open your eyes.

‘No,’ Steve says in defeat and heartbreak. ‘Tony.’ His voice is wet and bleak and aching.

And Bucky mutely asks for some miracle, staring at Tony’s motionless body on the screen. It doesn’t fit Tony to be this still when he’s always full of energy and life.

God no, Bucky thinks as the tears cascade his cheek.

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Brace yourself

this is a collab fic between me and @mon-cher-angelique !, this is my  first time ever even writing story, so ya. (mon-cher-angelique is the true genius behind this, i was just kinda there) Mon-cher-angelique is also posting this same fic on their account too so check them out! (btw this idea was partially based off of @bunny-yams art) 

Word Count: 3900

Pairing: HamilSquad x Reader

Summary: The reader decides that it's finally time for some braces but what will their boys think? Will they even tell them. Only time will tell.

The clinically white walls of the unrecognisable office swirled around your body in a drug infused haze, a feeling of numbness having already surpassed your mouth and running downwards towards your legs. Any pain that your body was registering and attempting to communicate with your non-functioning brain cells were quickly being overridden by the anaesthetic that was coursing heavily through your bloodstream and rerouting your neurons to fall into a sublime forgery of blissful ecstasy. As you attempted to move your heavy limbs off of the dentist’s chair that you had been trapped within for the past 2-3 hours, you began to realise how heavy and limp your legs had become as the numbness spread and infected every nerve in your system. All because your teeth had been caged into a 3 year commitment that they never truly agreed to.

Your body slowly shifted, sliding down the chair in an uncomfortable and uncontrollable manner. The orthodontists was busy else where currently, leaving only the nurses to watch your embarrassing  fall to the cold, hard ground in the sterile office. You splurted out an incoherent string of apologies but every word seemed to arrive into the atmosphere in a forced and muffled manner, very different to the melody of chords that used to arise from that small box in your throat. Was this how you would alway sound now? Like a child whose teeth had never even arrived or a person wearing a set of teeth guards as they played a contact sport.  

The nurse took a minute to even comprehend what was going on but she soon snapped out of it and helped you off the ground, which took a few times considering you could barely move your body. Finding it a difficult process to even lift your body in this distorted state. The Orthodontist came in shortly after the nurse finally managed to get you back on the chair. He spoke in a very soft tone, almost patronizing yet despite your mental state, you could tell it was unintentional.

“Hello (Y/N), how do you feel?”

A slur of words came out and the orthodontist quietly chuckled to himself,basing his judgment off of your face that was crinkled in anger at the lack of movement your body possessed.  The orthodontist turned his back to you and gathered a bunch of tools that would be useful in this new, painful chapter of your life. With his back still turned to you, he started asking you pointless questions such as want color toothbrush you wanted. The decisions seemed futile so you simply pointed to a random colour which in turn the nurse provided you. Your whole mouth felt as dry as the desert and like it was stuffed to the be with cotton wool.

The doctor continued to ramble into you about care for your braces and the necessities that could no longer be avoided. Concentrating was possibly the hardest thing to do when the drugs were still in your system, your eyes never being able to focus properly on the orthodontists unattractive face. No wonder they had to earn a lot of money, if they all looked like him then they would need it. His hooked nose that bent to the left, his beady little eyes that didn't have a colour and his messy hair that wouldn't seem to sit still no in any direction. To be honest though, since you started dating your boys, you had found every male unattractive and staring up the doctor’s nose hairs did not improve his image. One of the nurses, you think her name was Maria, gently tapped the orthodontist’s arm to indicate that you were barely able to sit on a chair, let alone remember his easily forgettable monologue. Yet seeing how slutty this Maria dressed, she could have possibly tapped the orthodontist for a booty call or a quickie, probably the reason why her boobs were practically hanging out of her shirt for the whole operation.

“ (F/N), (L/N).” The doctor muttered as he stared down at his clipboard with your information on it. Look, he had already forgotten your name, probably something to do with Maria’s tits. “Due to the need to install some fillings and do some minor dental repair - We were required to put you under anaesthetic. It seemed to have affected you dramatically and as per usual, you are unable to drive and it is certainly suggested to stay away from all alcohol and any drugs that are not prescribed. As you are unable to drive it is required that you have someone to come and pick you up from the office.Do you have anyone? Do you need me to call your next of kin or your partner?”

You slowly shook your head, there was no way you were letting your boyfriend’s see these braces before you had enough time to adjust. You smiled as your remembered that you had called your older brother to come and pick you up, then you stopped smiling because of the pain. A knock echoed through the surgery room, causing the inhabitants of the room to turn and wait for the grand entry. A tall, frizzy headed man peeked through the door with a nervous grin on his face.

“That would be me, the most amazing brother this world has ever seen.” You groaned as Thomas Jefferson spoke, a cheeky grin lighting up his entire face. Gosh, why couldn't you have called Madison or someone? “It's alright doctor. I'll take them home and tell their boyfriend everything they need to know. they are just embarrassed about having to get them back on because they didn't look after them well enough the first time.” His gloating came as a sharp jab to your ego. It was true that the only reason you were needing braces this late in life was because you had some jack all to keep them perfect. You didn't wear your retainer, your dental hygiene was often poor except for a brushing and you never wore tight enough bands. Plus, What was all this boyfriend nonsense? You clearly had a polyamorous relationship - why wouldn't he just say it? You growled angrily at Tom as you crossed your arms and stared daggers into his skull. Why the fuck did you pick him?

“That’s great…(Y/N)!” The awkward pause between his sentence and your name was to provide time for Dr Reynolds to actually look down at your papers and find your name. You just wanted to be out of this hell hole and you wanted it quickly. Dr Reynolds handed Thomas  enough pieces of paper to make a small manuscript as rambled on about the importance of food and instructions on how to care for the metal cage in your mouth, all while you were just mumbling to yourself and fiddling with your fingers. You gripped your brothers long sleeve and tugged on it as gently as your fumbling hands could, quickly grabbing his attention. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and a pat on your head and gave you a hand single that represented that he would be just a minute. Thomas was a very kind, gentle man and he never left his siblings when they needed him instead he would take them under his arm and coddle them until he deemed any danger to be gone. His attention was quickly snapped up by the orthodontist once more before your tugging quickly began, making him sigh gently as he swapped the sleeve trapped in your clutches with his own hand as an attempt to calm you. He didn't understand what emotion you were feeling as the drugs continued to backhand you into reality. Once Thomas and your orthodontist were done talking, Thomas walked up to you and spoke softly.

“Hey (Y/N), you ready to leave darlin?” his southern drawl started to peak out. It was a creature comfort to hear your brothers natural accent. You managed to speak out a spluttered form of yes, embellishing the new lisp that you hadn't had for almost 7 years. Your entire body was flaccid and lax, your eyes barely managing to stay open as you narrowly attempted to keep your body awake. Thomas scooped up your slack body, which naturally draped itself and contorted to provide him a gentle grip so he was able to carry you. Thomas pecked your forehead gently as he carried you bridal style down the flights of stairs and into his imported, fancy car that your parents had bought him.

“Y-youuuu shaid that I had a boyfriend. I h-have four, shhhhithead.” You groaned. Everything about talking was annoying; your added lisp, your stutter and the elongated way you stretched out your words. Not to mention the pain.You were almost crying “Ow…”

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I know it hurts…I went through it myself remember but think about the positives. Your teeth will look amazing darlin! Heck, I will even buy you all new veneers so they are pearly white just like mine. Besides, your boyfriends will love it.” His words were met with an evil stare as he gently placed you in the passenger seat of the car, letting you do your own buckle because you were strong and independent. Plus he had copped a beating from you before and he didn't want to relive those terrifying memories - especially when you were in this foul of a mood. “The only reason I didn't mention them was because I doubt that Dr Reynolds would understand. So look, I am sorry. Just please don’t hit me while I am driving.” His words were gentle as he shifted his bulky frame into the hideously painted, custom maroon Lamborghini.

“Fine but-t onshy becaushue you ashked nicely, youuu fuckerr”

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On the drive home, you began to question the driving system of America - How the fuck had they let your brother on the road?If it wasn’t bad enough that you were already in pain, having Thomas speed over every bump as though he was a race car driver, almost made you break your word about no hitting him.  The wheels of his ugly yet expensive car came to a speeding halt on the bitchumen road outside of your New York apartment building, barely parking in between the clear white lines of the car space. “We’re here!” he said as he turned to you with a Cheshire cat grin spreading across his defined cheekbones.

“Shank Fuck forr shat!” you groaned as you quickly opened the door, before hastily unbuckling yourself. Your brain failed to recognise in its desperate attempt to free yourself of your brother, that the nerves which played a cumbersome role in maneuvering , your entire body were  currently fired, leaving your lax figure falling to the  unbreakable gravel beneath the custom wheels of your obnoxious brother’s car. Thomas was still busy trying to change the radio back to whatever songs he was playing before you infiltrated his radio system on the drive here when he heard the distinctive crash of your body colliding with the road. Thomas quickly threw off his seatbelt and dashed to the passenger side of the car only to see you passionately bombarding the ground with kisses. His grin disappeared to a flicker of worry before a hyena like cackle filled the air, how typical was it for you to complain about his driving in the most dramatically way even if you were high on drugs.

“My driving isn't that bad (Y/N).” He chuckled as he bent down to his knees and gave you his hand. Holy shit, had your brother had a manicure? Madison must have had something to do with this, you could tell. Taking his hand into your own grip, you let him pull you up so your feet landed gently on the solid floor beneath you.

A heavy groan escaped your lips before and words could be formed by your dazed brain. “For onsh I’mm not trying to complain about your shhhit driving” your new lisp heavily impairing your speech like a drunk man on his sixth beer. Your brothers laughter died down to a slight giggle as he propped your lax body up with his toned arms. Letting you balance yourself  on his broad shoulders in an attempt to disconnect you from your current partner, the ground.

“Alright alright, let’s get you off of the nasty, grotty road and get you home, I don’t think the ground appreciates how you are touching it anyway” with whatever body movement you had left, you rolled your eyes at what he said as he picked you up again to bring you inside. He bested your weight easily, as though you were no more than a feather, as he lead you into the lobby of your shabby apartment building that you shared with your boyfriends; Lafayette, Hercules, John and Alex. Stumbling, wobbling and terrifying was the only way to describe your fifteen minute long journey to level4, your apartment being on level 8. It was at this point in time when Thomas realized he forgot every document that the orthodontist had provided you with on caring for yourself in your…impaired state. “Fuck” he muttered aggressively. “I’ll be right back (Y/N), I forgot your papers. Don't move okay? No trying anything stupid, I need you to stay in one piece so the boys don't kill me”

He sat you down on the ground, giving you another coddling kiss on your cheek before he raced back down the flights of stairs to retrieve them. You sat there for the first five minutes just fumbling with your thumbs acting like a toddler who couldn't be left alone without supervision for 5 minutes without causing mischief. Some people passed by and they gave you strange looks, recognising you as that weird girl with four boyfriends from level 8 but you just shrugged it off. It had become normal for you to do that. You were starting to wonder where Tommy was, did it really take this long to get some papers? Especially with his long legs. After a what felt like a millennium of waiting, you saw your older brother nearly trip up the stairs in a rush to get back to you. You started to giggle wishing you could have seen him actually trip, the mere thought of him tripping made you smile. Something that Thomas hadn't seen in the hour and half since he picked you up from the orthodontists office, New York traffic was a nightmare.

“What are you smiling about? Oh whatever, it probably something immature, you are on drugs after all. Not that you don't laugh at stupid crap for no reason without drugs but you’re just a weirdo (Y/N).” He brushed it off like he didn’t care, but it made the fake French man ecstatic to see you smile, he loved seeing you happy. “Come on, let’s get you up stairs now before your boyfriends hunt me down and accuse me of stealing you”.

He allowed you to lean on his shoulders yet again before hiking up another four  flights of steep stairs to get you back home finally. As you reached your apartment, he knocked on the door loudly, purely to piss of alex because he knew alex hated that obnoxious loud knock, Thomas’s favourite pastime was pissing off your shortest boyfriend. Noises echoed from the inside of your home, the sounds of booming footsteps echoed into the hall as four men clearly raced to answer the door. The door was viciously swung open to see your four men as excited as Pomeranians hearing the word ‘walkies’ in an obnoxiously high pitched voice. Alex was the first to shove everyone other man aside in order to see their little angel arrive back home. You had left the house that morning proclaiming you had a doctor’s appointment but you never specified what that meant or involved, hoping that no would notice the embarrassing barriers clasping your teeth together. It was impossible not to notice a set of braces, so you knew it was best to keep your mouth shut and not say a word. What would happen if they kissed you? The last time you kissed a boy when you had braces, he cut his tongue on the snipped wire when he tried to French kiss you. Thank god it wasn't your boys.

“(Y/N)!!! My god your home. I missed you! How was your appointment?” His babbles bombarded your sense as you felt the short man jump into your warm and unexpecting embrace. His started planting kisses all over your face, once again resembling a small dog that had been away from his owner for too long. Suddenly is dreamy gaze turned sour, realising who the man behind you was. “Why are you here Jefferson?”

John had to stifle a giggle as Alex's face started to resemble an angry tomato, caught somewhere between rage and blushing. His furs with Jefferson managed to surpass the office doors every time he left for work, bringing his hatred for your eldest brother into the small apartment you all shared.

“I came to drop off my sister, fuck face. Don't look so surprised, I can show affection to people Hamilton. They just have to deserve it.” He retorted back with a cheeky smirk spread across his face, your closed fist colliding with his beefy shoulders in a hard punch. “Ow, piss off metal mouth. I am just telling your idiot of a boyfriend over here that I care enough to pick up my little sibling from the orthodontist when they had their braces put on. Where were they, Huh?”

You face palmed your face aggressively, letting a sigh out. Why the fuck had he said that?

“Orthodontist? Metal mouth?” John said confused. What on earth was Jefferson talking about today? . “Why would he call yo-” John cut himself off quickly realizing that you got braces. The men had known you used to have braces “Open up let me see” he spoke sternly. You tried to refuse, squirming you head away from his grip but eventually you gave in. The pain of having your face prodded and briskly moving away from someone's touch spread through your face, feeling like a car colliding with a tree.

“Oh mon amor…why didn't you tell us?” Questioned Lafayette as a pout quickly enveloped his face. His large eyes looking genuinely shocked and upset with your hidden medical agenda, making your heart break into tiny pieces.”Were you scared we would tease you? We would never tease you mon cher! We love you… why hide it?”

“Ish hurtss.” You cried back, your bottom lip wobbling as tears streamed down your face, clouding your beautiful eyes. “I n-no like my brashis.” You whispered as Hercules pushed through the men and hugged you tightly, slowly leading everyone including your brother into the apartment’s lounge room. Setting your body gently down on the couch, pecking your forehead gently, he was far to scared to kiss your lips.

“Do you mind dropping the affection? I'm here too you know and it's bad enough I have to see them kiss ponytail over here.” Said Thomas as he spread himself out on the couch, letting his feet sit on the coffee table as though he owned the place. You grumbled angrily as you have him a hard smack to the chops, trying to get him to take back the statement and to understand his place here. Alex looked fuming as he got up ready to start a fist fight with your brother, one hard stare from you brought your little lover him back to reality.

“If you don't lishk it, then pisssh off fuck facesh.” You spat back quickly, letting yourself be cuddled by Hercules. Lafayette seemed to think this was a hoot as he started to holler in fits of laughter, slapping his hand roughly against the side of the couch. Alex looked like the cat who caught the rat, a smug grin and a raised eyebrow with a small head nod let Thomas knew where he stood here.

“Your lisp is adorable baby.” Said John as he kissed your cheek gently, slowly walking out of the room and into the kitchen. You made grabby hands for your boyfriend as you watched him walk away, what was he doing? “Don't worry kitten. I am making you something to eat. What do you want?”

“Oh about that. Yeah, here's some papers turtle boy. It's says what they can and can't eat.” Said Thomas as he threw the white bag to John, filled with papers given to you by the orthodontist. Johns face contorted into a shocked expression, the colour draining from his face.

“What did you mean they can't eat popcorn?!?!” Screamed john as he scanned the typed words. How could they not eat popcorn or hard candy, that was there lifeline these days. All five of them would come home and make a bowl of popcorn and watch a movie, a small token of appreciation for the person who did everything in the tiny apartment. John attempted to win over his lover “I'll tell you what. We can eat it one last time, just the five of us,” all the boys moved their heads simultaneously nodded their heads, trying to get Thomas to catch on. “We can settle down and watch a movie. Snuggle up to the most beautiful person ever with the most adorable lisp I have ever heard. The five of us…Just us.”

“Fine, fine. I know when I'm not wanted here. Remember, my Mac and cheese will be nice in your teeth. Eat that for dinner.” huffed Thomas as he grabbed his distastefully purple jacket and gave you a small kiss. You loved your big brother no matter what happened and it was times like these that you truly appreciated him for what he is.

“NO YOU FUCKING DON’T OTHERWISE YOU WOULD HAVE LEFT HALF AN HOUR AGO RAT MAN!! BUGGER OFF YOU FUCKER!” Screamed Alex loudly, stomping his foot on the ground like an upset child. “AND YOUR MAC AND CHEESE IS SHIT THOMAS. “ he slammed the door behind your brother, not wanting to hear or see his political nemesis for another week until the next cabinet battle.

You giggled as you sat on the couch with your boys, your metal braces in clear view for your partners to see. As Alex returned back into the loveseat that you all shared, he carried a fluffy blanket from the linen closet. Draping it over your body before plopping down beside you. John returned from the small kitchen with a bag of ready made microwave popcorn, dripping in butter (just how you liked it) under his right arm and a bowl of hard candy in his left. He slapped them down on the table as Hercules put on a movie and Lafayette fiddles with your hair gently. Maybe having these braces weren't so bad.

“You knows, I love you boysh.”

“We know mon amor. We know. You know we love your braces and your lisp? It sounds adorable.” Questioned Lafayette with a wink as his arm slipped across your shoulder and pulled you close so that all of the boys sat together on the same couch with you.

“I know. My amashing boyfriendsh.”

[sserpente]

A/N: Honestly, I had a dream similar to this. Can you even imagine my insane smile when I woke up?

Words: 1739 Warnings: burglary

It was late when you finally stepped through the threshold of your apartment and kicked off your shoes, sighing in a relieved manner when you did. This day had been exhausting, working extra hours nerve-wrecking.

You couldn’t wait to take a hot bath and relax a little, maybe even opening that bottle of wine you had gotten from your colleagues for your birthday last week. After all, you deserved a little peace after this energy-draining day.

Sighing once more, you headed straight to the bathroom to open the water tap and fill your bathtub with deliciously hot water, adding your favourite Lush bath bomb in the process before starting to undress.

Your work clothes weren’t exactly uncomfortable, but after sitting in the office for so long, they felt like a second skin, sticky and sweaty and glued onto you as if they were trying to choke you.

Then finally, after you had stripped stark naked, you climbed into your white bathtub, closing the tap and soon after your eyes with relish as you did. The hot water embraced you immediately, the scents of the bath bomb clouding your thoughts.

Work was outside this room now. It was just you and the soft sounds of water splashing against your naked form—and an oddly strange sound coming from your living room right opposite the door.

What the hell was that? Normally at this time, it was almost eerily quiet in the whole building. Was it your drunk neighbour again, mistaking his apartment with yours? It wouldn’t be the first time. Anyway, you couldn’t just leave him be.

Growling in an annoyed manner, you got up again, reluctantly wrapping a clean towel around your body to cover your most intimate parts—and ignoring how your now wet skin formed a puddle underneath your feet—and then peeked out of the small gap between the bathroom door and the threshold.

Your eyes widened in shock when you spotted not your dizzy neighbour but a complete stranger roaming through your apartment. The window was open—he must have broken in by using a prise bar and it was obvious he was looking for money or any other valuable things.

You were pretty sure that soon, he would find your purse you had tossed onto the couch carelessly when you had left for the bathroom. In it were not only car keys and your wallet with quite a few bank notes but also, much to your discontent, your mobile phone.

You couldn’t even lock yourself in the bathroom and call the police while he was searching for prey. Again, while chewing on your lower lip, you looked in his direction, attempting to make out his features in the dark—of course you hadn’t bothered to turn on the light.

He must have thought you were asleep already then.

His features were intimidating. A dark beard decorated his face, his full lips parted as he sneaked around the room. One of his hands was covered in a glove, on the other, he wore a precious looking ring on his pinkie finger.

Dark and worn-out boots as well as a pair of battered jeans and a blue jacket with a couple of letters forming the word Captain right across his chest completed his strange appearance. If you hadn’t known better, you would have laughed out loud, for certainly, he looked both handsome and ridiculous.

Still, this wasn’t the time. You needed to act, so what would you do? What was safe enough to ensure you would survive this encounter? Breathing heavily, you forced yourself to remain calm. Panicking wouldn’t help, it could only make this worse.

Briefly you wondered whether you would be fast enough to run—right out of your apartment and into your neighbour’s home to call the police. Another option was locking yourself in the bathroom and hoping he would leave again, fuck your wallet and mobile phone.

There wasn’t time for you to make a decision though. Just when you took a step back in fear, the stranger’s gaze suddenly darted across the room, then locking with yours.

Cold and chilly shivers ran down your spine as his blue eyes bore into yours, panic surging through you like electricity. It hit you like a painful blow in the face—somebody had broken into your apartment with the intention to steal your belongings and now, this somebody had discovered you watching him.

As quickly as you tried to back off and lock the door, the stranger reacted. Just before you could snap it shut, he pulled out a metal object from one of the many pockets of his dark grey coat and threw it at you—or rather, the door. A sharp and metal boomerang. So that’s what he had used to open the window.

He succeeded, for it got stuck and bought him just enough time to approach you and grab your wrist in a brutal manner.

Chuckling, he yanked you forward and out of the safe bathroom, pressing you against the near wall and watching in an amused manner how you struggled with holding the towel close to your body with only one hand, for he held the other above your head, his grip even tightening when you attempted to move away.

His body was huge, muscly and as intimidating as the rest of him. It was no effort for him at all to keep you firmly against the cold surface. When you finally gave up and stared daggers at him in a rather terrified manner, he chuckled once more.

“Sorry, luv, did I interrupt yah at somethin’?” His blue gaze drifted down your barely covered body, causing you to lift up your knee to hit him right in his crown jewels. He simply blocked you, seeing it coming already. It was hard to divine he had combat experience.

“You bet you did! What the hell are you doing in my apartment?! Get the fuck out or I’ll call the police!” You screamed bravely, wondering where that sudden adrenalin rush came from. But right now, it didn’t matter. For all you knew, the man could do whatever he pleased with you and nobody would be able to stop him.

“The police? Yah gonnah need a phone fah that,” He grinned at you, showing off a golden tooth in the process. “An’ unless yah got one hidden between those quite remarkable pretty cans a’ yours, I doubt this’ll work out fah yuh.”

“Ugh!” The exhausted noise that escaped your lips was supposed to sound disgusted, strangely, however, his throaty voice was turning you on instead. What the fuck was wrong with you? Was this some kind of weird fantasy you had but had never known of?

Still, you were utterly scared. What if he killed you to get rid of any witnesses? With his looks, he was oddly conspicuous, you could recall his looks in an instant if asked by the police.

“Please, just don’t,” You started though you weren’t even sure what you asked him not to do. “I’ll give you my money but I don’t have any jewellery. At least no real jewellery.”

The stranger cocked his eyebrow, his grin growing even wider.

“I would’ve taken yah money eithah way, luv, yah do realise that?”

“I figured it!” You spat through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. This man was anything but a common burglar. He was cocky, mocking you and enjoying it thoroughly. The more you thought about it, the more you came to the conclusion that he didn’t actually pose a threat to you, that he wasn’t interested in you, in raping or killing you.

You were simply there, at the wrong place at the wrong time and apparently, he was utterly amused.

“But yah know what yah could do fah me, luv? I kinda need a place tah crash at fah the night.”

Instantly, your eyes widened in shock as you struggled once more. He still had you pressed against the cool wall, your towel sliding dangerously low.

“Are you insane? No! Fuck off! Take my fucking money if you must but then leave me alone! Please!”

“Knock it off, luv, I ain’t gonnah hurt yah. I’ll just borrow yah couch fah a bit. I can even make yah breakfast, if yah want. I’m a fair cooker, yah know.”

Hesitating, you silenced. If you allowed him to stay—or rather—obliged him… would it do any good? No. Was it crazy and dangerous? Yes.

On the other hand, if you just locked your bedroom door overnight or even better, called the police once he had fallen asleep?

“Fine,” You replied then, biting your lower lip and avoiding his gaze. “You can stay. But I get to keep my money and you won’t touch the fridge until I’m up, are we clear?”

The stranger chuckled once more as he finally let go of you, having you stumble forward a bit. Your towel almost dropped as you desperately tried to grab it and wrapped it tightly around your body again.

“I stay, I keep yah money an’ I’ll eat as much as I like, got it.” He teased, winking at you in the process and making you clench your fists angrily. “Oh, and,” Taking a step back, he grabbed a hold of your purse, finding your mobile phone and letting it slide right into one of his many pockets.

“I’ll get tah keep that, tah. Don’t want yah tah shop me tah the cops, now do we? The name’s Captain Boomerang by the way. Pleasure tah meet yah, (Y/N).” He winked once more but it wasn’t the fact he knew your name that caused the warning bells ringing in your head.

You had heard about this man. A famous Australian bank robber fighting with boomerangs and lately known for his rather heroic acts as an involuntary member of the Suicide Squad. They had told you there were all locked up again! How was this man standing right in front of you? How had he managed to escape?

“So yah know me,” He stated dryly after an uncomfortable silence had spread in the living room, with you gulping at the Aussie with widened eyes.

“Yuh were a nice surprise, gottah admit that,” His eyes scanned your half naked body once more before his wicked grin returned. “We’re gonnah have a lot a’ fun togethah, luv, I promise.”