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GymRat!Miguel Part 7

content warning: mentions of blood, some violence, FINALLY 18+ so MDNI, dry humping 😁, like a smidge of fluff, some Spanish (as always, correct me if I'm wrong)

word count: 2.3k (we're back with some sense)

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Gabriel jumped as the grand doors slammed closed.

The room was quiet minus Kron groaning on the floor.

“I’m going to kill him!” he shouts, hand trying to cover his bloodied nose.

“If you try, you’ll be disowned,” Tyler frowned down at him. Gabriel had never seen him without a smile on his face. It was scary yet familiar. It was times like this that Gabriel was reminded that he and Miguel were different.

“Dad, are you fucking serious? He just assaulted me!” Kron cried in disbelief as Nancy tried her best to clean his face.

“It was nothing you didn’t deserve. Surely, you’re grateful that I pulled him away.”

“Tyler. Our son is hurt! And bleeding out on my expensive carpet,” Nancy bit back, snapping at a butler to bring her a health kit.

“My other son is also hurt,” Tyler replies with his voice even, looking at Nancy and Kron as if they’ve lost it.

Gabriel could see George tense up at Tyler’s acknowledgement of Miguel as his.

“All this time and effort spent on putting this whole thing together and for what? What did I gain?” Tyler said lowly as he took his glasses off.

“I’ve spent two decades raising you and the older you’ve gotten, the more you have disappointed me. Twenty years spending dollar after dollar on your schooling and wellbeing. Ten years of watching you grow. Ten more years of watching you drift and become someone I’m not sure I can even call mine. What happened to my boy? What have you done with him?”

Gabriel was outwardly wary of what would happen next. Internally though? He was bullet-pointing every dig.

His name wasn’t Gossip Gabriel for nothing.

He watched as Kron shook on the floor. A simple hangnail could probably make him breakdown.

“Almost two decades I’ve watched from the sidelines as my son grew up without me. I watched as another man took my place. I watched as my careless actions were formed into a son that I could not connect to, talk to, or even hold. So please, forgive me if the few times, no, the one time I have the opportunity to build that connection, I am furious that it is ruined by my eldest son and his entitlement.”

“Entitlement!? What entitlement? Every time I say something it’s wrong, but Miguel is all of a sudden this perfect son that you wish you had. I wasn’t the one that ran that girl away.”

“Watch it, boy,” Conchata hisses.

“No, you watch it!” Nancy snapped back.

“Silence!” Tyler’s voice boomed throughout the house. “What all of you fail to realize is that the special guests have been iced out of my home! Kron, I may not have been there for you at every moment, but I have never taught you to disrespect women like you’ve done tonight. You owe several apologies.”

“You cheated on mom to have a bastard baby.”

Gabriel only blinks as Tyler moves to hit Kron in the mouth. Just as fast as Miguel.

“And what your mother fails to tell you is that she cheated first. I am not perfect, but neither was she.”

“Escandaloso,” Gabriel leans over to whisper to Dana.

“It would be best for us to talk after you’ve gone to the hospital. Make haste, lest you make me angry, son,” Tyler says with venom-coated words.

Nancy, with help from one of the butlers, scrambled to get Kron up and out of the door.

Tyler took a deep breath and put his glasses back on. He turned to Conchata as started to unbutton his cufflinks.

“Conchata,” he said. “Level with me, what did you really not like about Miguel’s girlfriend tonight? I know you too well and her weight is not the problem. She’s beautiful, intelligent, talented, and we can both see that Miguel loves her.”

It was Conchata’s turn to look shocked. She looked around to everyone staring at her, waiting for a proper answer.

She stuttered trying to get her sentences out, “Why am I being held to the fire right now?”

“Ma, I’m not sure if you remember, but you quite literally criticized her body and expression,” Gabriel said. He was never afraid to step up to her when it came to Miguel, he just had to gauge how far he could go.

“I didn’t intend to do that,” Conchata starts.

“Honey, you stopped her from eating her food,” George chides. “It doesn’t get any worse than that.”

Conchata was silent as she sat back down, staring at the centerpiece, “I just-”

“No puedo creer que fueras tan grosera con ella, Conchata. Miguelito is right. You should be ashamed,” Gabriel’s abuela said. (I can’t believe you were so rude to her, Conchata.)

She got up and came to Conchata’s side, “You have fussed at him all his life. Nothing he did was ever good enough for you. You can not choose now to try and control him.”

“Tyler, can you have someone take me back home? Oh! And pack me one of those yummy cherries too,” she said as she gave him a hug and a pat on the cheek. She then proceeded to give everyone a goodbye but her daughter.

“I truly apologize for this hectic night,” Tyler announced to the room. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go see how I can make this up to Miguel. You all can use my home however you need.”

Gabriel cleared his throat now that he was left in a room with his parents and Dana, “Well. Did you guys like the meal?”

“I thought the filet mignon was fabulous,” Dana replied.

They leaned together and giggled.

Gabriel had a lot to spill to Miguel.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

You wake up unbelievably warm, the bed sheets piled on top of you. You lift your head from the thick pillow, and waited as the AC hit your face.

Sun was coming in through the cracks of the drapes. It was all quiet except for the light snore coming from Miguel’s side of the bed.

You turn to him and he’s out from under the covers, bare muscly back to the world. You swallow around nothing as you watch the ripples of his muscles move with his breath.

Who knew you were going to wake up to this delicious sight?

You move quietly, shuffling to the bathroom to pee and freshen up. You felt miles better than you did last night. You felt even better as the memories come back to you. Your boyfriend really took a stand for you.

When you walk out the bathroom, you don’t expect Miguel to be sitting up on the edge of the bed, bed head and sleepy eyes.

“Are you up? I didn’t mean to wake you,” you say, voice light and soft.

“I moved over and you weren’t there,” Miguel yawned. “Couldn’t go back to sleep ‘till I found out where you went.”

You shuffle to his side of the bad, “Just went to the bathroom.”

He opened his legs and pulled you in. He laid his head on your chest, kissing the skin through the fabric as placed his hands on your ass.

“G’morning,” he said, voice scratchy.

“Morning to you too,” you said while scratching his head.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, peering up at you.

You give him a small smile, “I’m feeling better.”

“Yeah?”

You nod your head, bringing your hands to the nape of his neck. You twirl your finger is his hair absentmindedly.

He puckers his lips, waiting expectantly. You giggle and lean down pecking his lips.

GymRat!Miguel who hurries and brushes his teeth, wanting to continue this mood. You were rocking one of his shirts and some panties. He still wanted to see if the offer from last night was still up.

GymRat!Miguel who crowds your space on the bed, hovering over you as he kisses your lips. He’s feeling particularly ravenous and all he wants is you. Your grip on his shoulders becomes tighter as he slots his tongue in your mouth.

GymRat!Miguel who is definitely a virgin. Sure, he spent his free time researching how to make you feel good. He even shyly asked Peter for advice. It still doesn’t negate the fact that he has put none of these things to use.

He pauses as things start to get even more heated, sharing this news with you. You’re a little shocked but you promise him it’s fine to take it slow. You have never done penetrative sex with anyone either. Feeling more relaxed, he dives right back in.

GymRat!Miguel who has you grinding above him. Your clothed sex slides against his, two layers of cotton separating you both. You’re whining against mouth as he moves your hips. He’s humming at every noise you make.

As much as he wants to go further, he has a need to fulfill your desire first.

Plus, he was dumb enough not to bring a condom.

He opens his mouth to take a nipple in through your sweater. It’s thick, but he sucks hard enough to get the job done. He watches as you tilt your head back and moan loader, hips stuttering.

Miguel watches you in awe. He’s never seen you like this before. So needy for him. It was a contrast to how you usually let him take, take, take.

He moves quick to lay you on top of him, finally getting his dream of you over him.

“Miguel?” you ask, wary of your weight.

“Nuh uh, baby keep going. Don’t stop,” Miguel says, swerving your hip along his.

You fall down from a sharp buck of Miguel’s hips, moaning from the friction and holding your hands against the headboard.

Miguel was in heaven watching you roll your hips faster and faster.

GymRat!Miguel who flips you over as soon as you come. He is grinding better against as you lay on your back. Your tits ate bouncing under his sweater with every jerk. He wanted to take it off, but you were still a bit self-conscious.

For now, it was fine because you looked so good in his clothes, nipples hard and ready just for him to devour. In the future, he hoped to have you see how beautiful you are in his eyes.

You’re sensitive, thighs tightening around his waist. He softly moves one of them, gaining better access for his bulge to slide against your clothed clit.

“Miguel!” you cry, voice high.

“Give me another one, come on,” he says, mouth moving to your ear. “You’re doing so good. Just need one more.”

He feels you nod your head, arms wrapping around his neck.

You yell his name as you come again, thighs shaking.

GymRat!Miguel who comes through his underwear on top of you. He pulls your sweater up a tad to watch some liquid pool on your stomach.

“Fuck,” he heaves, smearing it with his thumb. You were fluttering against him softly.

You were laid out under him coming down from your high. Your breaths were slowing down and you were looking at him, blissed out.

This was better than his dream.

He rubbed up and down your bare thighs, watching as they twitched when he grazed your inner thighs. He walked his fingers down to your panties, running his knuckles over your mound. The fabric was wet, evidence of what you two just did.

He starts to pull the fabric tight, watching as your folds imprint through the cotton.

What a pretty sight. Your body so open with his cum on your smooth skin.

Mine. All mine.

He’s about to press against your clit again until you say something.

“Huh?” Miguel asks, in a daze.

“I asked if you could go get a wet towel,” you say.

“Shit. I’m so sorry, baby,” he says, frantic movements as he hobbled out of the bed. He was acting like an idiot, gawking at you instead of talking.

GymRat!Miguel who realizes that he put you both in a sticky situation as he wipes your stomach off.

“It’s fine. ‘Was hot,” you whisper, completely flushed.

“Yeah? You liked it?” Miguel asked, giddy.

You nod your head, “You made me feel really good, so yes, I did like it.”

“Is that so?” Miguel mumbles, leaning close to your face. “Might have to do more next time.”

“More? Like what?”

“Like finally getting you to sit on my face,” he says in your ear. He finally got you to put your weight on him, all he needed was that final push.

“Oh my god,” you drone, covering your face dramatically.

“What? Baby, it’ll be so fun! I promise!”

GymRat!Miguel who finally checks his phone while you both wait on room service.

Abuela 💕:

“Miguelito!”

“Call me when you can!”

“dile a mi muñeca que mi casa es su casa!” (tell my doll that my home is her home)

“And I don’t want any new grandbabies so soon so control yourself”

Pa:

“Miguel I hope you can forgive your mother”

“She needs some time”

“I’ll be sure to talk to her”

“It was also lovely to meet your girlfriend”

“I’m proud of you mijo”

Gabri 🤏🏽🤡:

“Bro”

“You missed SO MUCH!”

“BDHDHDHDJEBE”

“I wish I could have streamed it”

“Tyler SWUNG KRON’S BODY TO THE SIDE….”

“Ok no but fr”

“It’s def confirmed that you’re Tyler’s favorite 🤷🏽‍♂️”

“Kron got socked in the mouth by Tyler”

“That’s def where you get your punches from ngl”

“OMG”

“Did you know that Nancy cheated on Tyler first?”

“Crazy. Ik. You don’t have to say anything”

“Anyway”

“Tell my girl I said gn 😁 her breakfast in bed will be waiting on her”

Dana:

“Your dad’s kinda hot”

“Tyler not George”

“But you know who’s hotter?”

“Your gf”

“Give her my number. Plz and ty”

Dad….Tyler:

“Son I sincerely apologize for this terrible evening.”

“Kron will be reprimanded. No need to worry about that. You only taught him a valuable lesson in reality.”

“If I can, may I make it up to you?”

“I added a few more days to the hotel.”

“And my doors are, of course, always open to you.”

“Please reach out to me soon.”

Ma:

“Miguel please come home”

“I need to talk to you”

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Trailer park Steve AU part 28

part 1 | part 27 | bonus stobin scene | ao3

cw: anxiety attack, graphic thoughts of death

Chapter 7

Steve's mom leaves the week before Thanksgiving.

No preamble, no notice, no "so long and thanks for paying rent," just— poof. Gone. Ta-ta, kiddo. Have a great life!

(Or don't!

Who cares?

Not me, that's for sure!)

The worst part is Steve finds out from Ernie of all people. Ma couldn’t even tell him to his face that she’s abandoning him to the gaping maw of this hellish town because she’s a good-for-nothing coward. Some day this place is gonna swallow him whole, splinter the bones and cough up the pellet, and Florence Harrington will be somewhere far, far away, sighing empty condolences over a fresh glass of red. “Just dreadful, isn’t it? Such a pity; what a shame.”

Steve’s hanging towels on the clothes line the day after the party — after the ride to drop off Max and the hangover brunch with Robin; after drowning his headache in Tylenol and finally getting home, only to realize that he can’t shower yet because all the towels are soaking wet — when Ernie looks up from his yardwork and casually ruins his goddamn life.

“You're wastin' your time with that,” he says, propping his weight against a rake and squinting at Steve in the mid-afternoon sun.

“What?” Steve frowns; hangs another towel. It's not like they're going to dry themselves. "Why?"

"Too cold."

"It's not supposed to rain, though, is it?"

"No, but the humidity—"

Screw the humidity. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

Ernie shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

He turns his attention back to his yard, dragging the rake over a smattering of damp leaves; obsessed with keeping his little patch of lawn pristine; and Steve reaches into the hamper and sincerely hopes that Ernie’s wrong. He needs a shower, and if the towels don't dry fast enough they get that gross mildew smell to them, and then it gets in Steve's hair, and how is he supposed to flirt with Eddie if he smells like musty lake water?

"Where's your mom off to, anyway?" Ernie asks after a moment. "Saw her leave this morning with two big suitcases,” he explains when Steve throws him a questioning look. “Figured she was off somewhere nice.”

Steve blanches.

Two big suitcases?

He didn’t even notice that she wasn’t here. Feels like a stupid, selfish asshole now, because he’d called ‘ma, I’m home!’ when he got in earlier and had thought nothing of her complete lack of response, the peaceful silence of the house; had welcomed it at the time, even, and what if—

Oh, god, what if she’d died?

What if she’d been lying there dead in her room, and Steve didn’t bother to check because he was too busy thinking about himself and how nice it was not to hear reruns on the TV for once? How long would she have lain there, rotting and bloated, and— and how long would his dad have, if the gunshot hadn’t rung out? How long; how long? Bleeding out on the carpet gurgling fish sounds everything red and Steve can’t breathe—

“Did she—?” he pants. Brings a hand to his throat; tries again. “Did you- see who she left with?”

“Some woman. Relative of yours, maybe? I didn’t get a good look at her. Had a real fancy car, though. Mercedes, think it was.”

Steve chokes on his own spit. Feels his throat close up, his heart pound and his ears ring and the yellow-purple-black start creeping in like vines at the edge of his vision, like demogorgon claws; like death’s shark-toothed grin. Hungry, howling, happy as it takes a bite out of him.

“You alright?” Ernie asks.

Steve grinds his jaw so hard he feels something crack. "Excuse me," he grits out, stomping back into the house.

—

"Fuck!" Steve shouts to his empty house — to the sun-faded paneling, to the weird stain in the orange carpet. Fucking Cecelia; fucking hell.

He cleans the house in a rage, eyes hot with unshed tears, and there's a note on the breakfast table. Crisply folded on plain paper, prim cursive letters, almost comically estranged:

Steven,

Apologies for short notice. Gone to stay with Aunt Cece in Evanston. Call or visit if you like.

— Mom

P.S. Happy Thanksgiving

The words leave papercuts in his throat. Steve rips the note to tiny pieces, can hardly see for the tears swimming in his eyes, but he's not crying over this; he's not. He fucking refuses.

Somewhere along the way, the cleaning turns to blind destruction, demolition of the all the little scraps of life mom left behind: her creepy angel figurines, her vintage Pyrex dishes, an empty bottle of old perfume. Steve hurls them all against the living room wall, delights in the shimmering pile of broken glass at his bare feet. Wants to crawl over it on hands and knees. Wants to burn this place to the ground.

When the sun dips below the trees he goes back out to check the towels. The air is wet, bitterly cold; nips at his hands when the wind blows, and the towels hang heavy on the line, just as damp as before but now the slightest bit stiff with the first creep of frost.

"FUCK!" Steve roars, ripping a towel down off the line. Yanking each one down in turn, throwing them into the dirt, raging, "What! Is! The fucking! Point!"

His tears spill over then, hot and wet as he sinks to his knees with a wounded growl, and he chokes there in the dirt; the cold, wet mud, the patchy grass. Gravel digs into his shins, and sobs wrack his chest, capsize him like plunging waves, and he can't do anything but shake and cry where the whole neighborhood can see. Making a commotion; making a scene, as his mother would say, but his mother's not here. She fucking left. She left him here, and his dad did, too, and Steve is utterly, truly, hopelessly alone.

"Come on, son."

And there’s Wayne Munson, coaxing him up off the ground with a sure, strong grip. Steve makes animal sounds as Wayne lifts him under the arms — ruined hiccups, mangled wails. There's mud in his lungs. Ocean silt; sucking sludge.

His mother's gone.

"Easy now," Wayne shushes; hugs him hard against his side. "You're alright, kid. You're alright."

—

part 29

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An Orange for My Love

mizu x reader June heat

hello again. been a while, huh? life’s been busy and moving fast. here’s a little something to make up for it. more writing in the future i hope. send in some requests :)

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The heat of June makes you sweat around the edges of your hairline. You can feel the dry heat stick to your skin and cover you like a thin sheen of fabric. It’s suffocating and the AC unit has broken down, and now the windows are thrown open despite Mizu’s assurance that she felt fine. You knew she didn’t.

Somehow, the work you’d both been doing had sludged fo a stop, fragmented bits of your productivity melting off with each minute of the summer heat.

You glance Mizu’s way, a tired lazy grin on your face. She’s wearing huge basketball shorts that go past her knees when she stands up fully. The ones you bought her from the thrift store in town. Her wrists and arms and shoulders are out. Covered only by the chunky tank top that dips low and shows off her collarbones, freckled and red from the heat. Your thirst only grows as she smiles lazily back at you.

“Floor time?” You ask, unsurprised by Mizu’s eye roll.

“Fifteen minutes tops. Gotta get some stuff in.”

“Lame.”

“That’s adulthood” Mizu shrugs, slipping down past the coffee table and scooting off your thrifted carpet.

“Adulthood sucks” You sigh, meeting Mizu’s gaze once you’re both on the floor. You stretch your arm out and tip your fingers towards Mizu. There’s a patch of sun making its way towards you both, but not quite there yet. It creates a halo glow around Mizu’s body. Her hair staticky and frizzed from the humidity.

Time passes like this: you both drifting in and out of bird song and breezes that shift the tree leaves. Eventually, Mizu stands and groggily makes her way to the kitchen.

“what’re ya doin’” you mumble, too heat-soaked to properly pronounce.

Silence. Only the sound of a drawer opening and closing, the clatter of plates, and Mizu sniffling.

You don’t bother following. Content to stay put and not do anything until nightfall when the cicadas become silent and the air thins out to see the stars overhead.

Mizu’s foot pokes you in the side and you’re met with her long limbs and longer hair that she’s adjusted into a bun.

“Up. Eat.”

You listen only because Mizu sits next to you and helps you up. Her touch burns hot and you blame the weather, the season. Anything but the thunder in your chest, a quiet frenzy in your bones.

“Oranges.” You declare. Like a little kid learning colors and shapes. Mizu nods proudly regardless of the childlike wonder.

The thick orange slices are washed and cleaned, their skin ripped to reveal the glisten of the fruit. Color like sunset and lava, you take a bite and hum appreciatively.

Mizu sets the plate between you. This way, its thigh, plate, thigh. The glass the only thing separating you both.

“Good?”

You nod, swallowing quickly to answer: “Farmers market?”

Mizu nods, taking one for herself.

The sun spot that had started at the edge of the wall is now sitting cozily on Mizu’s hip. It splashes up her ribs and dips to her bellybutton. It’s undoubtedly hot, yet Mizu says nothing. Instead, she rips the skin of the orange slice off decisively, suddenly licking into the fruit.

It’s no use. She’d pulled too hard and the juice runs down her arm and collects at her elbow, into the crease of it. It catches the light and you start to stare as it drips onto Mizu’s basketball shorts.

“Shit—let me..”

And her lips are back to the fruit, a sharp suck sounds and mizu hums as she rips the skin away and eats the entirety of the orange slice. The juice only multiplies and is now creating a small puddle on the fabric of her shorts. It stays for a second before soaking into the cloth.

“Sorry. Messy.” Mizu jokes, lifting her arm and licking the juice off, starting from the elbow to her fingers. She sucks the rest of the juice from her fingers and wide palms. The sound makes you shiver despite the bead of sweat making its way down the center of your back.

“All good. Oranges are a mess—uh, messy. They’re messy. Not your fault at all!”

You fear Mizu will finally find out about your feelings for her because of an orange of all things. Yet, when you meet her eyes, they’re closed. Crinkled in a bright smile.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

The summer heat doesn’t die down for a while after that. But even when the night arrives, your cheeks still burn and your blood runs hot.

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Knives out: ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . With James Potter

Congratulations on 3k, you deserve so much more though! Love you and your work! 🥰

thank you baby! love u endless amounts xx

summary: james finds you in his bed after rugby training

fem!reader 0.8k words

James gets home from rugby training and sees your shoes on his shoe rack. He blinks. Your black converse with the red hearts, sitting amongst his sneakers and dress shoes.

He grins. He’s happy you’ve let yourself in. Happy you’ve used the key he always urges you to use when you want to turn up unannounced. He just feels bad he wasn’t here to welcome you.

“Y/N?” He calls quietly. He doesn’t want to scare you though you’ve probably heard the front door open.

You don’t answer. He hears the gentle thrum of the dishwasher and follows it to the kitchen, hoping to find you there. It’s empty. And clean, he realises. Cleaner than he’d left it before training. All the mugs in their place, new fruit in the fruit bowl, his dishes from yesterday and this morning done and drip-drying on the bench.

He ventures into the living room and finds it just as empty but also just as clean. You’ve even put flowers on the coffee table.

The last place to check is his bedroom. He pushes the door open and feels like he’s been punched in the gut.

There you are. In his bed, on his side. Fast asleep, you’re lying on your stomach, one arm bent at the elbow and the other stretched out next to your face. The sheets bunch up around your lower back, your hair fanning out over his pillows. You look very comfortable.

James tries to be as quiet as possible as he puts down his bag near his dresser, and then tiptoes over the carpet so he can sit on the bed next to you. Up close you look even lovelier. Half of your face all squished into the pillow. Your lips parted as your breaths come deep and heavy. Your back rising and falling slowly. Eyelashes kissing the skin under your eyes.

He tries not to touch you, he really does. But you’re just so pretty, practically begging to be touched. It’s hardly his fault.

He drags his fingers over your cheek, down your jaw. Your skin is as soft as it looks. You smell like honey and lavender. Sweet. He’s about to lean over and kiss your cheek when you stir. Your mouth twitches and you heave a deep breath through your nose.

“S’that you, James?” You murmur. Your lips stretch into this soft smile that makes James’ heart hurt. He doesn’t feel so bad for waking you up as he should.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he says, cupping your jaw with his palm, his fingers planted behind your ear, roaming into your hair. “Sorry for waking you up, lovely.”

You blink yourself awake slowly. Your eyes appear and James feels a hundred times more lovesick than he already was. You roll onto your back, then look up at him and beam.

“Hi,” you say, your tone bright but your voice rough. You ignore his last comment. He’s pretty sure you don’t mind being woken up. Not when it’s by him.

“Hi, baby,” James says back, equally fond and twice as lively.

You sit up with an aching groan and James thinks he should move to make space for you but he doesn’t want to. He stays right where he is, and when you sit up your chest presses against his arm. You’re warm. You take the position to your advantage and hook your chin over his shoulder.

“I missed you,” you say, your lips right near the skin behind his ear. James can’t help the shiver that runs down his back as your lips graze over his skin. You smile like you know how much you affect him.

“I missed you more,” he says, argumentative. He turns his head so your lips are in line and kisses you sweetly. You’re warm and soft and you smell so lovely. He’s sure he doesn’t smell as good as you do. Probably like grass and sweat. He should take a shower.

When he pulls away the words are already on his lips. “You didn’t have to clean my house, you know,” he tells you. He reaches down to grab your hand and weave your fingers together. He wants to have you this close forever.

You huff, your eyes on your joint hands. “Yeah, I did. I wanted to do something nice for you. Surprise you when you got home.”

James grins. “Consider me surprised,” he says, craning his neck to dot a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you, angel.”

You twist so you can look up at him, a smile stretching across your lips. James is only mildly surprised when you steal your hand away to wheedle both your arms around him in a hug, awkward in its position but nothing short of utterly fond. James slides his hand up your back and into your hair.

You squeeze his waist tight. “You’re welcome, Jamie.”

James thinks he might cry from how much he loves you.

-

[muffinsin]

Cassandra x fucked up/psychopathic reader

Prompt: Cassandra gets herself someone with little to no morals, someone violent and appreciative of her sadistic tendencies

(Fem reader)

Warning for: Violence, partly NSFW content

Idea inspired and matched by @fantasy-relax . Go check out their take of the story written in the reader’s POV! I absolutely loved it, and I’ll link it here! :) I highly recommend reading it too, as it’s a direct counterpart to this!

Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlists

Cassandra gasps in shock when she spots the small scratch on her sword. Immediately, this shock turns to anger.

“Hey!”, she yells, relishing in the wide, fearful eyes that land on her.

“"Look what have you done! My favorite sword has a scratch! You useless woman!", she curses.

She grabs the sword tightly, her gloved hand running alongside the blade. It’s not even close to being as sharp as it is meant to be!

Is this foolish imbecile trying to sabotage her?!

" I'm s-orry Lady Cassandra my arm was tired and I-AHH"

Cassandra laughs at the scream that follows, the fearful eyes widening in terror.

The cut made by the sword was fast and made with lethal precision. The arm rests on the soft carpet, and it draws more laughter from Cassandra.

She crackles at the sight of the imbecile falling to her knees, more and more tears spilling down her red cheeks.

"Not tired anymore I bet", she snickers. More screams and cries follow.

Please this, please that. Please spare me, please, please, please, please. As if the word has any meaning to Cassandra at all. She merely rolls her eyes at it. If her prey was a little more entertaining with her begging, at least!

She inspects the bloody blade, a sick smile coming to her lips.

Perhaps, it was sharpened properly after all. She shrugs it off. The scratch still lays beneath the blood!

With a large grin on her face, she steps to the kneeling woman again, her hand reaching out to grasp the little bit of her upper arm that is left.

Again, the woman is howling in pain.

With a quick cut to her other arm, it also falls to the floor. Cassandra crackles as blood spills and splutters in her face.

Now she sees the twitching fingers of the unattached arms, she giggles. She should’ve probably broken them first, but this one is really testing her patience!

With another slash to her chest, the woman screams again. She falls on her back, and Cassandra laughs loudly at the image. With no arms remaining, she can barely squirm away.

“Poor, little maid”, she states mockingly. Like a turtle turned on its shell.

She allows to drop the sword to the floor. It is in need of proper sharpening now!

Instead she brings out her sickle. She relishes in the fear that surrounds the maimed woman.

The maid keeps screaming, until Cassandra at last is done with her and cuts her head in another clean swipe of sickle.

She smirks to herself, yet nearly jumps in surprise upon hearing a hum.

In the doorway, stands another maid.

Golden eyes catch yours, and she gives you a sadistic smile.

"What is it, little morsel? Want to be next?", the taunts, giggling. Oh, two victims in such short times? Ah, and you practically ran into her arms!

She’s crackling with delight.

Rising from the floor, she walks up to you slowly, circling you such as a predator would their prey.

She licks the blood off her sickle, golden eyes wide in excitement. You smell so well already! Perhaps she would let you run along, merely to chase after you. Not that you’d stand a chance against her, of course.

She’s just about ready to raise her sickle to your pretty face when unexpected words fall from your dry lips.

"That was a clean cut my lady, you have a steady hand"

She freezes.

What?

Cassandra is left dumbfounded, her eyes, even with her lazy eye, wide as you easily walk past her and inspect the body.

You bend over it, and all she can do is watch.

What the?

She thinks she is just ready to catch herself again, to resume taunting you and kill you when another comment comes from you.

"You also have to be pretty strong or have a sharp weapon to make this so smoothly"

She finds herself frozen yet again, her flies buzzing in excitement beyond her control.

What’s going on?

She resists the urge to tell you, proudly, that the weapon was rather blunt and it was her sheer strength that allowed her to maim, then kill.

You’re standing now, and it’s as your eyes bore into hers. She doesn’t understand.

Why are you praising her for this? Maids usually cry at her sight. The staff calls her a monster.

And why is she liking your praise this much?! You’re a lowly maid! She shouldn’t be accepting compliments from the likes of you! What if her sisters found out? What if her mother was to fi-

Another comment.

"Truly impressive"

This one makes her chest feel light. Her eyes widen for a moment when she feels her cheeks heating up beyond her control and her flies buzz purr loudly.

Quickly, she swarms away, more and more until she is in the safety of her room.

Her prey is long forgotten as she falls into her large bed, face flushed and an uncomfortable ache in her chest and between her legs.

She groans at both.

With her blush only increasing and embarrassment taking over her, she swarms out of her dress and tends to the sudden wetness between her thighs.

Cassandra doesn’t know why she’s even doing this! She shouldn’t!

It’s a waste of time!

She’s only doing this to scare you!

You deserve to be scared!

She’s just proving things to you!

She definitely isn’t doing this to receive words of praises from you again…!

Still, she holds the unattached leg of a maid tightly, her scalpel making clean cuts into the soft flesh.

"How is this cut for you?", is carved inside in no time. She knows, it’s petty! Hell! She’s feeling petty!

“Pretty cut, bla bla!”, she curses. “I’ll show you this cut!”

You will have to falter in fear with this one! How dare you not fear her?! She’s going to show you! She will give you reasons to be afraid!

A petty pout turns to a wide, excited grin, she drops the leg in front of your door and knocks her gloved knuckles against it quickly and hard.

She feels her excitement bubbling in her chest.

She resists the urge to giggle when she hears you move about and quickly swarms to the ceiling, her dark golden eyes wide and curious as she clings to the wall.

Cassandra nearly curses herself for the blush on her cheeks. Stupid, stupid blush!

She can’t stop thinking of your words from yesterday. Your praise…

Cassandra bites her lip hard as she frowns and pouts.

She isn’t doing this to hear you praise her work!

At last, you are outside the door. Cassandra frowns when you pick up the leg with no qualms at all. Not even a little shriek? She could groan and growl in her aggravation!

Then, her breath hitches when you read her message aloud, a small smirk on your lips: "How is this cut for you?". Your voice is pretty…you are.

Cassandra squeaks suddenly at your next choice of words.

"Aww, My lady is pretty cute"

She’s blushing hard again, her entire face warm and pink, all the way up to the tips of her ears!

Cute?!

Cute?!

CUTE?!

She hasn’t- she’s never- never had anybody-

Cassandra’s eyes widen when you look up, her swarm quickly flying away. She still hears your soft laughter and nearly swarms face first into a chandelier.

Cassandra hums to herself as she cleans her sickle of blood again, when she suddenly hears some unlucky maid walk down the steps to the basement. She grins in anticipation.

Ah, what poor, unfortunate soul have they sent to clean this time?

She walks slowly, yet finds herself frozen in her spot again when she realises it’s you.

You’re inspecting one of the maids, one Cassandra has just finished playing with. She gulps.

What’s going on in your mind? Why are you just watching in wonder?

She prays there will be no blush appearing on her face this time.

She straightens her posture a little, forcing herself to fall back in her confident, predatory state.

"Seeing your future, little maid?", she hums. Golden eyes flicker with excitement when you flinch and she hears your heartbeat rate increase.

Ah, she knew she could scare you! She smirks confidently and hums in delight as she steps closer to you.

"I make sure to keep her miserable as long as possible by-

"Making cuts that are painful but not mortal, absolute brilliant, nothing less of expert like you"

Cassandra feels flustered yet again. What? What?!

She stands with her lips parted, her words having died on her tongue. Thankfully, you aren’t facing her.

She feels her cheeks burning as your fingers graze her arm to move her aside, and in her shocked state, feels herself move back when you push her hip and arm gently.

She watches, dumbfounded, as you take a look around. You seem so curious! So admiring of her work! It’s making her feel so flustered!

She growls, quietly, as though demanding to stop her body from reacting this way! She already feels the pull in her chest and the ache between her legs, the warm feeling on her cheeks.

She recalls her sisters’s words and growls again. She does not have a crush!

Cassandra Dimitrescu does not get such silly things as crushes! Even on a goddess like you…

She watches with more curiosity than she’d like to admit as you inspect one of her recent victims, a man-thing, held up by hooks that go through his hands.

He’s gagged, to stifle his annoying whimpers and cries. Cassandra has grown tired of hearing them.

She tenses when you poke his broken legs and giggle to yourself.

"Very creative", you admire.

Cassandra, happy you aren’t facing her, pulls her hood all the way down in an attempt to stop and hide her blush.

She’s purring, but hopes you’re unable to hear it. For a moment, she hits her own chest, as though to make the purring stop.

Of course, it doesn’t.

Full of curiosity, it seems, you keep exploring.

Praises fall from your lips like droplets from a waterfall, each making Cassandra feel more and more flustered and needy. She shouldn’t be so flustered at this! And she definitely shouldn’t be getting turned on for this!

"Astounding"

"Visionary"

"Imaginative"

Her swarm buzzes so loud, she knows you must hear it soon. Upon finding you’re starting to turn around, she quickly grabs you as a swarm and carries you out the door.

This is a first, she thinks with a blush, Cassandra throwing someone out of the dungeons.

"Rude", you remark as she drops you rather ungracefully and disappears back down.

She swarms until she is able to shut a door behind her, her back sliding against it as she sinks to the floor.

Cassandra’s face is burning bright pink and her flies buzz all too happily. She wishes she could fight the large grin on her lips as she hugs herself and pulls her hood down to cover her face again.

In the following days and weeks, Cassandra can’t help but gift you more limbs.

She can’t help but want to shower you in gifts. You’re so…perfect…she thinks with a dreamy sigh.

Upon finding that human ones are often praised and returned to her, she opts for gifting you animal meat instead. This one, you praise her for too, knowing she is spying, and even cook!

She recalls a couple of her gifts for you

A deer leg with the words “you have pretty eyes” carved inside. She remembers nearly falling from her spot at the ceiling when you read it out loud and hummed: “Mhm, my favourite colour has always been a dark gold”

Those were her eyes!

Her blush only went away hours after you said that!

A boar heart. She spent hours looking for one and was so proud to gift it to you with the attached note written in blood: “Did you know they are the most similar to humans?”

She nearly gasped upon seeing the fond smile on your lips and hearing the pretty giggle.

A full, juicy bunny. “Small like you”, written in blood. She had blushed at the small that was pulled from you.

This goes on for a small while, until one day a group of hunters try to raid the castle and kill the monsters inside.

Of course, they pose no challenge to Cassandra at all!

She crackles in delight, even, at the opportunity to kill this many!

Still, she’s pouting angrily. Daniela has six already! Bela has five and a few spare limbs! And her? Cassandra has only caught four so far.

She curses under her breath. Why must she be slower than her sisters?! She trains by far harder than them! It’s unfair!

With a start as she looks at one of the dead maidens on the floor, she remembers you.

She realises, unlike her, your life is in danger! Was, seeing as the intruders are now taken care of.

Bodies, blood and all kind of gore is in the floors and the carpets of the castle. Cassandra is unbothered by it. She must find-

Golden, dark eyes widen in delight when she first smells, then sees you kneeling on the floor at the main hall.

You’re well! At least she assumes as much.

In her worry, Cassandra can’t help but pounce. She tackles you to the floor easily, her body on top of yours, her thighs on each side of your hips as she leans down to inspect your beautiful face.

"Are you okay?! Did they hurt you?! Tell me who-"

"I'm fine lady bela take care of them", you interrupt gently. She calms down a little, yet frowns again when she sees the three bodies piled on one another in the corner of the hall.

"You took three", she states, curious.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me" You point at the three bodies, and she follows it. They’re all of decent size, and she’s quite impressed that you were able to take them on.

Quite refreshing, for a human.

"They are all yours, Lady Cassandra"

Her eyes snap back to you in surprise.

Hers? A gift? For her?

She smells their blood when she inhales…they smell scrumptious! She wants to take them, so bad. Yet…

There is a rule among the three sisters, to avoid fights, or at the very least lessen them.

Only the prey they hunt can be eaten by them. No sharing, no taking another sister’s prey. She blushes as she is once again reminded of her pathetic four bodies.

Then, she perks up. With your three, this would make seven! She’d have caught the most!

She knows, she is stronger than them…just not faster.

"I killed them, so they are mine, but I’m not gonna eat them, so they are all yours”, you reason. Cassandra blushes again.

She eyes the corner with the pile of bodies and grins widely again. Yes! She accepts! Mother will be so proud! Her sisters will be envious!

You…are so painfully adorable, perfect, hot and make her feel so flustered…

She gasps audibly above you when you grasp her chin tightly.

She keeps staring at you, golden eyes wide when you lift your apron to her face and begin to clean the blood around her lips.

She feels your thumb slide across them and can’t help but attempt to press her thighs together- something that clearly does not work with your hips between them.

Her face is bright red, pink cheeks and tip of her ears, an entirely flushed and warm face.

“Cute”, you whisper, and she really wishes she could’ve stopped that squeak that came from her.

She gasps when your hand moves from her chin and grabs the back of her neck instead, and with wide eyes, she feels herself be yanked downwards and to your lips.

After a second or so, she at last catches up and eagerly returns your kiss.

She’s moaning and whimpering, panting against your lips. She’s so flustered, and yet can’t help but grin and hold onto your hips tightly.

"FINALLY, the pining was killing me!”

You and her jump at the sudden voice in the main hall.

She’s covering you with her body, as though to protect you from an attack.

Instead, Cassandra blinks when her warm cheeks are smudged by her younger sister’s palm.

Quickly, she snarls at her and rips her face free.

"SHUT UP, DANIELA!”

From there on, you’re in a relationship. Cassandra eagerly brings you more and more gifts and shows you her appreciation for your praise in just the right ways.

She appreciates, too, when you bring her gifts.

Often, these include bratty maidens or animals you find out in the garden. Sometimes, rarely, you find her a rose and dip it in blood for her. She’s blushing endlessly when it is gifted to her. It’s beautiful!

She sits next to Daniela, rolling her eyes and acting as though she isn’t listening when her sister tells her of her latest book.

Suddenly, you come into the library, dragging a maiden behind you. Her eyes sparkle in delight! Lunch and a gift!

"Knock first! I know you have manners", Daniela fumes.

Cassandra snickers. She coos at you and resists the urge to get up and cup your cheeks. Like hers, they are flushed red. Yet while hers is the result of feeling flustered, she feels your heart beat angrily.

Still, she teases eagerly.

"Aww, did my draga mea miss me so much?”, she coos.

You seem to ignore her words, but certainly not her.

Pride blooms in her chest as you walk up to the table and grip her sickle.

The maid you’re carrying is dropped, crying and begging as she attempts to get away from you and the two murderous sisters.

Daniela rolls her eyes when she hears Cassandra’s heart rate pick up. She just wanted to gossip!

“Oh!”, Cassandra gasps when you grab the crying woman’s head by her hair, pull out her tongue and cut it off swiftly.

She crosses her legs and pushes her thighs together harshly at the ache and sting of her clit.

Never has she seen something this arousing before. Her face is flushed bright pink and she’s panting from only watching you.

"AHH-UGH!”, the pathethic woman cries. Cassandra watches with a dark, sadistic glint in her eyes as you merely grab her again and bash her head against the floor.

Neither her, nor you mind Daniela’s groans about the beautiful floor of her beloved library.

One, two, three, four, five bashes. She is out, and Cassandra feels as though she is drooling and her lips are dry at the same time.

You drop the woman her and walked to the sadist, and she gasps again when you throw the sickle on the table.

All words are taken from her. She can only look at you, her cheeks bright red and pink, her eyes wide and sparkling with love, admiration and arousal.

“Mgmph!”, she moans as her grin is grabbed and you kiss her deeply until she is panting. She feels the blush on her face just grow bigger and warmer at your actions and whimpers at the embarrassing purrs that come from her chest.

Cassandra bites her bruised lip as her gloved hand is grabbed by you, and smiles almost shyly when the tongue of the maimed woman is dropped in her hand.

She’s crying on the floor, bloodied and unable to move. She knows, if she did, Cassandra would be on her within seconds.

"Here my love, a snack", you speak softly. Cassandra blushes even more. She’s thankful Daniela seems to have taken her leave.

She moans when you kiss her again, your warm tongue inside her mouth and dominating hers easily.

She whimpers, almost, when you let go of her and only cup her bright pink, warm cheek.

You brush her hair behind her ear, and Cassandra feels too flustered to meet your eyes for a moment.

"I still have duties to attend, I’ll see you later, draga”, you coo, and she nearly whines again. The pressure between her legs is becoming nearly unbearable. How can you make such a display and then attempt to leave her to her own devices?!

She knows, she must look like a lovesick puppy. No better than Daniela. Oh, but she can’t help it at all!

She grabs your wrist quickly when you turn around, and blushes harder under your gaze. You’re smirking at her when you turn back to her.

“Don’t go…”, she breathes out, her thighs spreading a little. Her head spins when you inhale and kneel before her, your hand boldly squeezing her thigh through the fabric of her dress.

It seems, your duties can wait. They must!

“I-I’m your superior”, she breathes out. “You have different duties to attend to, now”, she adds.

You smirk at the panting woman, and Cassandra bites her lip at your hum.

“If my Lady wishes so…”, you whisper back, a sly smirk on your beautiful lips.

Suddenly, Cassandra feels herself be yanked off the cushioned sofa and onto the floor. She jumps when you lean close, your hand grabbing the crying woman’s bloodied chin.

“You best watch now, bitch. This is the closest you’re getting to your goal, you filth!”

She whimpers at the arousing scene, though feels puzzled. What? She doesn’t quite understand.

“What do you- YA!”, she shrieks when her hair is grabbed by you and you spread your legs.

Pulling down your underwear and tugging up your skirt, you push Cassandra’s head between your thighs.

She moans, your scent is making her feel lightheaded.

“Start, Cass. We don’t have all day”

She presses her thighs together harshly. She’s so wet, she feels it even through her entirely soaked, black panties.

Cassandra jumps when she notices you step on the squirming woman’s lower back, trapping her in place as you grant her a view of Cassandra’s tongue lapping at your folds.

She blushes at this, but knows: the woman won’t last. She will serve her as a snack after the meal she is having just now.

“Mghmm”, she moans, her eyes closing and her hands resting on your thighs.

Cassandra can’t help but thrust her hips forwards as she drags her tongue through your wet folds. She wants- needs- you so bad. And you seem to be in a similar state.

You’re utterly soaked for her, your pussy drooling your arousal and love for her. She’s panting as she licks you over and over again, before she at last wraps her lips around your clit.

Sharp moans and your nails digging into her head are her reward. She moans loudly, the vibrations of her against your clit only adding to the pleasure she grants you.

“Go-ood, keep going”, she hears you groan. You tug her hair sometimes, and she moans at each move.

Cassandra squirms and gasps, sucking and licking your lips all too eagerly.

“Mhmmmn, mhhnnnm”, she moans.

She feels you grind your core against her face, your hips shaking lightly.

The pathethic cries of the woman only fuel her further and add to the dripping wet arousal between her own thighs.

“Mhnnngn, she’s wonderful at this..!”, you groan, and she blushes and squirms again.

She hasn’t got a clue what the maid has done to deserve your wrath, but doesn’t care either. All she can focus on, is your quivering thighs.

With another broad lick across your southern lips, she collects more of your wetness.

“G-Good, so clo-ose”, you moan, and it’s music to her ears. She feels even more shameful and aroused when she pushes her clothed core against your leg, her soaked, panty covered clit rubbing against your ankle as she ruts against you.

She hears you chuckle breathlessly at this. She’s so needy, so pent up…

As her gloved fingertips dig into you slightly and she sucks your clit a little harder, she feels you orgasm against her lips.

Cassandra moans with you, her back arched and her tongue eagerly lapping her remaining meal.

“C’mere…”, you moan, and she obeys eagerly.

With a single pull and push, it’s now her who is smushed against the cushions. Yet, her cheeks burn hotly. Unlike you, she isn’t sitting.

She’s bent over, her chest and face against the cushions, her behind sticking out for you.

She digs her fingertips into the soft material of the sofa when you lift her dress and tear her black, partly transparent tights easily.

“Y-Yes…!”, she groans, eyes rolling to the back of her head at your rough actions. She knows, she’s right on the edge and utterly drenched for you.

“Good girl”, you praise as you tug her black panties off. She feels the air of the room hit her cunt for a mere moment and whimpers in embarrassment when you place your index and middle finger on one southern lip each, then pull them apart to reveal her completely.

Her face burns and her pussy drools.

“See that?”, you pant. She assumes you aren’t talking to her and it’s making her feel even hotter.

“That’s all mine, you fucking bitch. Don’t you forget that ever again!”, you curse. She squirms, and moans hotly when she feels your tongue drag through her soft folds.

Her back is arched and her thick thighs quiver, her fat ass shaking when you slap it playfully.

Cassandra feels so good, right there from all your beautiful teasing and demonstrations.

She moans hotly when a finger is pushed inside of her, then a second follows.

Her pussy grips you tightly, and a wet, squelching sound is heard with each thrust inside.

“A-Ah! Ye-es!! Don’t stop!”, she moans, her voice high pitched and loud. She groans and moans when she feels your lips wrap around her clit and suck it harshly into your mouth.

“Mhnnnm! F-Fuck! Yes yes! YES!”, she screams.

Your fingers thrust in and out of her fast, rubbing her warm insides and curling at her G-Spot as they thrust.

Cassandra sees stars when your teeth graze past her clit.

Soon, by far too fast for her to feel as though she has any of her dignity left, she cums on your fingers and feels a soft pair of kisses pressed against her thighs.

“That’s it, my Cassandra”

Her head spins at the possessiveness in your voice.

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Steven Grant NSFW Alphabet

A = After (what they’re like after sex)

He needs aftercare. Please caress him, cradlde him. He might even need some clean up. Tell him how good he did for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He really likes his own curls and eyes.

On you, your tits ... and the little details on your body, like freckles, scars and moles.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is a gusher and he actually cums a bit more than average.

He loves to watch his own cream pie dribble back out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He edges himself for DAYS on end thinking of you. He never lets himself cum, though. That is reserved for when he is intimate with you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very much, considering it used to be Marc who got all the action. But Steven is just starting out.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You on top of him, riding him as rough as you can manage.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is adorable, quite silly at times. He will flirt cutely with you while balls deep inside you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Black curls like on his scalp, though he does his best to keep trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It is so very important to Steven to not just have sex, but to also be affectionate. He yearns for affection, for romance, for your love. Please love on him!!!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh honey, when you are not available, his hand/fleshlight will serve him perfectly well.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Femdom, edging, overstim, voyeurism and light bondage.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed! Bed! Bed! And the shower.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Almost every little thing about you. Hell, you could breathe in his general direction and he'd go gaga.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

DDLG, CNC, bodily waste, hard BDSM and Fisting

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He gets so weak when you suck his cock, like he will cum in a minute tops. But he can lavish for hours between your thighs. He loves eating you out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers slow and sensual, but when you are rough and fast on him, he will be driven crazy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

YES YES YES YES YES YES.

Steven will absolutely use every excuse to quickly have you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is actually quite open to experiment, but always has to risk-minimalise before doing something new.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He is a bit of a quick shoot, but has barely a refractory period and he can go for five rounds at a time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a fleshlight, which gets frequent use when you are not with him. He has no qualms using your toys on you if you fancy it, either.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh no, he would not dare. Though he does like when you tease him. Build up that tension.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Unexpectedly loud. He mostly whimpers and whines at a 'please don't disturb the neighbours' volume.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Nothing gets him desperate quicker than some dry humping. Grind together and see him unravvel at top speed.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Steven is actually quite hung. He is cut, but it does not look like someone mutulated his cock, luckily. He's got some nice thick veins and a well filled sack.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is actually really really horny a lot of the time. He just does a superb job of not showing it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

AHAHAHA, NOPE. He has about a million and one rituals he needs to execute before he can sleep and he might not feel comfortable letting you in on them. He will literally only sleep if exhaustion makes his brain zonk off.

[randomshyperson]

Ribs - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: It's an afternoon like any other, but you and Wanda are grown up now. | Song Based.

Warnings: Mutual Pining, friends to lovers, fluff., some typical trope angst, high school. | Words: 1.755

A/N-> Old work that I found lost in the drafts, is part of a new collection "Song-Based". This one is based on "Ribs" by Lorde.

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The drink you spilt all over me

"Lover's Spit" left on repeat

My mom and dad let me stay home

It drives you crazy getting old

Your apologetic chuckle echoes through the room and mingles with Wanda's. She was wet - from the tip of her shirt to the hem - as was your left hand that had just accidentally turned the cup over your best friend.

"Fuck, Wanda, I'm sorry." You repeated once again, stumbling away from her and unknowingly allowing her to breathe normally without having you all over her. You left the glass in the kitchen sink and grabbed the first dishcloth you could find. "Here. To dry."

As she tried to lessen the damage to her wet blouse, you found another cloth to wipe up the drink that splashed on the floor, offering Wanda a wink as you caught her staring.

"Do you think your parents are going to kill me? They specifically told me to behave." Your comment makes her laugh slightly, and Wanda gives up drying her blouse.

"Don't worry, just wipe it off and I'll cover you." She assures, walking past the puddle. Your joke, whatever it was, dies in your throat as Wanda pulls the blouse off her body, and exposes her pale back and bra lock to you.��

Your face burns, and you immediately turn your attention back to the wet floor.

She leaves the kitchen for the bedroom, probably in search of a clean T-shirt, and if she notices your silence or misses your come back, she doesn't say anything.

–//–

You finish cleaning the kitchen floor first, and when Wanda comes out of the room - now wearing a large T-shirt that makes her look like she's not wearing shorts at all - you are in the living room again, tracing your fingers across the pictures on top of the fireplace.

Listening to her footsteps on the carpet, you comment on the photo you are looking at: 

"It seems like yesterday." Wanda looks at you curiously, and you point to the photo, turning your face to her. "Elementary school. You and me on the slide, Wands. It seems like yesterday, but it's been years. How crazy is it that we're already going to college?"

Wanda smiles fondly, moving closer to look at the photo. "Totally insane." She murmurs, chuckling softly when she has the picture in hand of the two of you playing together. "You haven't changed a bit, detka." 

You shrug, looking at the other pictures. "I like my hair better now." You comment, getting a hum in return. "And you have changed. You do look prettier." Wanda raises an eyebrow, surprised, and you look away. "N-not that you weren't pretty before, I mean..."

She giggles, returning the photo to the fireplace. "Are you drunk?"

You snort in embarrassment. "How could I, I knocked over all the wine." 

Wanda giggles again, stepping away before you can get any closer.

She walks over to the radio you forgot to turn on and decides to change Lover's Spit which has been on repeat for the last 30 minutes to something else.

You take a deep breath to yourself, trying to keep it together before staring at the picture for one last time.

"It's kind of scary, Wanda." You mutter. "We're growing up so fast."

Wanda looks over her shoulder at you. "At least we're growing up together." She reminds you, and it brings you such immediate peace that you feel silly for ever having felt fear.

“We can talk it so good

We can make it so divine

We can talk it good

How you wish it would be all the time”

Wanda carefully adjusted herself on the pillows, fearing that the slightest movement would wake you up and end the moment completely. Hours into what you called "hang around her place" as you two had always done since elementary school, and between stealing wine from her parents' shelf, dancing to music on the carpet, and pillow fights, you crashed together on the couch. You spent some time making small talk, dreaming about college until you said you had a funny video to show her on Tik Tok and Wanda ended up lying on your side. 

You fell asleep just before sunset, halfway through Little Women that you decided to watch after you got tired of the app, and Wanda was having the best and worst time of her life.

The best, because she felt too good with your body tangled up in hers, snoring softly against her collarbone. And worst, because you were her best friend - probably her only real friend - and it was terrifying how good that feeling was when she knows she was not supposed to feel like this about a friend.

She swallowed dryly, once and then twice, trying to keep her heartbeat under control inside her chest, fearing that the sound would wake you too. The movie played quietly on the carpet, Wanda had dropped her cell phone and simply didn't have the heart to move away.

She just stayed there, almost static for a good few minutes, feeling you breathe against her skin and warming her whole body at once.

Despite her efforts, you started to wake up. Maybe it was your favorite dialogue starting in the movie. She continued to stare at the ceiling, fearing that you were going to reprimand her for allowing you to snuggle with her without protest.

Instead, you chuckled low and squeezed a little tighter.

"Sorry, darling." You mumbled sleepily. "I'm not moving. 'm tired."

Your warning made Wanda chuckle with butterflies in her stomach. She figured that permission for her to move had just been granted as well, so she did, not letting go of you while she found a more comfortable position. You grumbled softly, your soft breath chilling the skin on Wanda's neck.

Perhaps to gain a little ground, or perhaps just because she wanted to, Wanda brought her hand to your hair, biting her lips at the immediate sigh of satisfaction she received when she began stroking them.

It took a moment, but you spoke again. "Wands, you are my favorite person in the world." You whispered against her pulse, and Wanda was sure you can feel it quicken. She froze, and before she could tense up, even more, you sighed. "Promise me nothing will change when we went to college."

She frowns and resists the urge to face you. "Why would anything change?"

You swallow dryly, one of your hands moves down to play with the edge of her T-shirt, and Wanda knows she is blushing at the feel of your fingers rubbing against her hip, but she says nothing about it. Just waiting for you to clarify what you meant.

"Like... Bucky and Steve." You mutter. "They were inseparable before Yale, but now..."

"We're not like Bucky and Steve, Y/N." She assures you, finally looking down. It takes you a moment to meet her gaze again, and Wanda understands that it's because, in this closeness, it becomes difficult to talk about anything. "Nothing is going to change between us. It's you and me forever, remember? Just like we promised."

Your gaze wavers, between the green irises and the pink lips, and Wanda hopes that everything changes between the two of you. 

"I'm going to miss this." You confess with a small smile. "Spending afternoons around your house."

Wanda smiles as well. "Spilling drinks on my favorite blouse too." She teases making you giggle and release her to tickle her. Wanda struggles to get away from your hands, but you fight back, and between giggles, you end up on your back on the carpet as you fall off the couch, increasing the other girl's laughter. She covers her face for the next minute. "Sorry, but you had it coming."

You giggle as well, sitting up leisurely until you are at the height of her face again. "I think I might just move to your dorm." You tell her. "I won't survive if I can't talk to you."

"Your fault for choosing another course." She tries to joke because you are looking at her in a way that makes her heart unlearn to beat properly. You smile, and you don't stop, just stare and stare until Wanda finally builds up the courage to break the distance.

The brushing of lips is as fast as the blink of an eye, but it freezes you. You sigh with your eyes closed, like Wanda, and are ready to surrender to the absurd attraction when the front door opens and you jump away as if you've been burned.

It is Pietro and Yelena returning from the summer club and they are loud enough to drown out the sound of your racing hearts, trying to disguise what they were doing. 

"Mama's gonna kill you, Wanda." Pietro suddenly emerged from the kitchen, with the bottle of wine she had forgotten to put away.

Wanda left the couch, never meeting your gaze again, with the perfect excuse to flee to the other commode.

Yelena threw herself into the seat she was occupying.

"How do you manage to spend all day locked in here? It's fucking hot." She commented, only noticing your awkward compartment because you were biting your lip so hard it was going to hurt. She frowned. "Did we interrupt something?"

You grimaced. "Don't start." You cut her off in desperation, looking back to check if Wanda or Pietro had heard the joke, but the two of them were arguing in the kitchen about the wine. "Don't say anything. Not today. Please."

Yelena looked worried. "Shit. We did interrupt, didn't we?"

Suddenly you seem almost on the verge of tears. Yelena has no chance to despair. You take a deep breath and push your emotions away at once.

"Oh, honey, you need to tell her." Yelena says, looking at you with compassion.

You deny it with your head, forcing a smile. "We're friends, Lena. I don't want to risk losing that."

The blonde sighed in defeat, looking into the kitchen as well to make sure none of the twins were coming back. She taps the seat next to her and waits for you to sit down.

"You like her. For a long time, Y/N." She insists in a low tone. "Being friends will never be enough if you like her that way."

You twiddle your fingers together, and when you hear the twins approaching, you nod to Yelena. "I'll tell her one day." And that ends the matter.

[whitehallcarpetcleaners]

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𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 || ‘𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞’ Chapter VI

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Abandoned. After going through hell and back together, she was left there to fend for herself. Y/n felt as though they’d left her in the dust at the facility. A facility that had taken young gifted children raising them in secret. The eight of them had been taken as children and grown up together at the facility and just when it they had the chance of escaping they made one crucial mistake, leaving her behind in the dust. One big mistake they hadn’t forgiven themselves for, and she would make sure they’d never forget it.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Nct Dream ot7 x Reader.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Angst, Fluff, Mystery, Psychological, Supernatural, Thriller, Trauma, Weird Humor.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst, abandonment, mild fighting, trauma, tension.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6,1k+

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: This does not depict an accurate picture of Nct Dream and this is strictly fantasy/fiction for entertainment purposes.

A dull buzz of white noise from the intercom was the only thing that could be heard through the room, shrouded in darkness. Even her breaths were silent.

“Good morning, today is the first of December, it is currently 5:30 a.m. You have half an hour to start completing your morning tasks in order to get ready for the day before check in.”

Like clockwork the voice rang through the intercom causing it to come to life, the lights in her room automatically turning on. A harsh white colour, that illuminated the whole place. Yet the figure laying in bed stayed still, though only for a moment before her muscle memory kicked in causing her to sit up in her bed.

Getting out of bed, making sure to fold and neatly place the sheets and pillows as if she’d not laid in it previously. Before moving almost robotically towards the bathroom attached to her room. Pushing the shower curtain aside and turning the warm tap on full blast, steam rising and fogging the room.

She scrubbed at her skin harshly not taking in the heat nor the fast pace she washed herself at. Only going through the steps burned into her head from the beginning. The facility was all she knew, this was all she would ever know.

Stepping out of the shower, making sure her feet landed on the shower carpet not to get any water on the clean white tiles. Drying herself off, not shivering at the cold air rushing over her skin after drowning her skin in boiling water. Skin not even tinged red from it.

“Good morning, today is the first of December, it is currently 5:45 a.m. You have fifteen minutes to finish completing your morning tasks in order to get ready for the day before check in.”

The intercom crackling to life once again, the dull voice reminding those inside the facility of the remaining time before check in.

She did not flinch at the sudden voice, having already expected it. Instead she completed drying her hair before moving to slip on her morning uniform. A deep rich blue jumpsuit.

Zipping it up easily before moving towards the bathroom mirror to brush through her now dry long rich brown hair. Having not been able to cut it since she could remember. Pulling her hair up into a high ponytail, making sure there was not a hair out of place.

“Good morning, Check in will commence in two minutes, those not finished or at check in will be reprimanded.” The intercom with the man’s dull voice spoke again just like clockwork, it would ring one more time, that she knew.

As the intercom spoke she was already standing in front of the door, hand itching to grab at it but waited for the man’s voice to finish speaking as it would be fruitless to try beforehand. Once finished speaking over the intercom a clear click was heard at her door, indicating her room door had been automatically unlocked.

Grabbing the handle loosely as she pushed the door outwards while stepping into the hallway, the hallway was much more comfortable to look at than her room. It had a more human appearance compared to her stale white room. Not taking the time to look at the all too familiar scenery as she instead walked down the hallway ignoring familiar faces that joined at the end of the hallway for check in.

“Check in has started.” The intercom crackled out in the hallway just as the slot in the wall opened up to show two plastic white cups, one filled with water whereas the second one had a singular green capsule pill in it. A newly added video surveillance camera was added to the check in wall to observe everyone taking their ‘supplements’.

Y/n waited silently in the line for her own turn. Moving up to the slot as it opened up to show her the two cups. Her gaze shifted from it to look dead into the camera’s view while grabbing both cups. Letting the pill slip out of the cup into her mouth before washing it down with the water.

Before opening her mouth, shifting her tongue down to show the camera a clear view of how she’d swallowed the pill. Only moving away once a small ding and green light appeared, slot closing when it was deemed she’d actually taken her pill.

Hands crushing the two small cups and chucking them into the bin below her before spinning on her heels to leave the hallway. At first she had refused to continue taking the green pill but it had only resulted in her getting a forced injection instead, so slowly over the month she’d reverted back to taking the daily pills.

Instead of moving back towards her room she made her way past it and towards another doorway that led towards the cafeteria where breakfast would be served in the C wing. Ignoring the slight pang of naustia that hit her as the pill already started to give a numbing sensation in her head.

“My sweet girl.” A voice rang out through the hallways freezing her limbs, as if she couldn’t take another step in the direction she wanted to go even if she tried.

“My girl. Come home.” The voice rang out louder behind her, her heartbeat racing at just the mere two words spoken out.

“Y/n.”

Her name causes her to spin around in a panic on her heels to face the voice only to be met with pitch black darkness.

“Y/n.”

Eye’s snapping open, Y/n’s body flung upwards in the back car seat, her hand moving fast to grab tightly onto the hand resting on her shoulder, only to be met face to face with Jaemin who’d opened her car side door leaning in.

“You alright?” Jaemin asked out in concern, eyebrows scrunching in clear worry at her reaction when he’d tried to wake her up.

Stilling, she let her body relax realising it had been a dream. She may have escaped the institute, but it would always haunt her, having its claws digging into her in some way. Rolling her shoulders back as she took a breath in.

“I’m fine, you just caught me off guard.” She nonchalantly replied trying to brush off what had happened not wanting any curious questions flying from his mouth.

Jaemin stared at her, eyes scanning her features before nodding knowing well enough she wouldn’t say anything more about it. Even if Jaemin had his own idea of what it was. All the boys suffered nightmares about the institute even now, less frequent but still present.

“Alright, well we’re back.” Jaemin replied hand itching to take her seatbelt off for her yet watched her do it herself, only moving half his body out the car once she gestured for him to move out of the way.

Stepping out of the car she glanced around at everyone, they had matured, they were taller as well. She didn’t notice too much before having been preoccupied with her emotions that over time were getting better to swallow in their presence, which meant nothing to her or at least that’s what she tried convincing herself.

Silently brushing past them and towards the back door of the store glancing down at the slight burn marks left on the ground from the melted chains previously.

“You could have just knocked, that came out of all our pockets.” Chenle joked stepping up next to her gesturing at the group and up and the new locks.

“My bad, ask the institute they’ve got new locks that even I can’t break.” The words flew from her mouth before she could think whether or not it was wise to say.

Mark, who'd been pulling the key out his pocket, frowned, turning towards her and as she caught his eyes, she knew exactly what came to his mind. He wanted to know what the year was truly like. He’d know soon enough, or at least what she wanted them too.

She could choose many routes for the discussion, remind them of everything she had to do to escape alone, how cruel that year was alone, how independent she’d become and so much more.

Once the eight made it inside they all walked towards the staff room, walking in and settling down in different spots. Y/n moving to take a seat in a one seater as she leaned back glancing at their faces.

“Who was following you to the gas station?” The sudden question came from Renjun as watched her closely. Her head slowly moved to look at him.

“That’s none of your concern, next question.” She bluntly declined to answer.

“How did you escape… the facility? You said the locks were hard to break.” Chenle asked to push away tension with a new topic but bit his lip internally cringing at asking a worse question.

“After a few people managed to escape, they made some changes.” Y/n started off as Jaemin shifted in his seat at the fact she could have said their names but chose to say people as if they didn’t have a past together.

“One being the locks, but everything has a breaking point. I just thought outside the box. And what do you know, it worked.” She explained without giving up the way she’d broken the locks.

“What else changed?” Donghyuck asked out curious on what had changed after their escape.

“After everything that happened they cracked down on the pills.” She explained eyes shifting away from their gaze.

“In what way?” Mark asked from beside the staff desk where he sat on the office chair not sure if he wanted to know, the past catching up in his mind.

“There’s a camera now, they observe you taking it and double check if you swallowed it. If you didn’t take it, well then they inject you instead.” Y/n nonchalantly explained yet had to hold back a look of disdain at remembering the amount of times she’d been shoved to the cold ground held there until she’d gotten her shot.

Jisung winced, leaning back in his seat knowing fully well that she had taken quite a few shots then. Chenle’s hand absentmindedly moved to touch Jisung’s shoulder.

“Those who showed signs of even slight positive progression were tested on twice as much, those who were progressing faster than normal were tested on as much as possible, And even those who didn’t progress, well they were tested on regardless in a hope to jumpstart something.”

Jeno’s jaw clenched at the thought of even more tests then they’d been subjected to happening in that god awful place.

“Did your testing change?” Jisung asked slightly distressed at the mere thought of it. When they’d escaped she was the slowest to have progressed on her abilities and from what they’d seen in their own store the day before it could only mean she’d been heavily pushed and tested on to have progressed so fast.

Y/n stared at Jisung for a few seconds mulling over in her head what she could and couldn’t say. There was a lot more to it, there was a reason they were searching for her more than anyone else.

“If you mean I got tested on more, than yes of course. But not because I was a slow progresser, I was the opposite.” At their confused looks she leaned forward the slightest bit revealing “I was always better than I showed off, but it got revealed in the end.”

“How did they find out?” Mark asked cutting off Donghyuck who he’d known would start drilling her for not telling them back then that she could do more then she showed.

“The day after you all left. I wasn’t very happy to say the least the next day.” She answered truthfully with her hand picking at the couch where it was flaking.

“Why not on the actual day?” Donghyuck butted in closing his mouth when her sharp gaze landed on him.

“It’s very hard to do anything when you're knocked out cold, hence why I only reacted the next day.” She shot out sharply a slight edge to her tone.

“Enough I don’t want nor need to explain what happened in the Institute anymore, it’s no use telling you what changed when you’ve been free from it for so long.” She dismissed the conversation topic.

“Y/n that day… your second attempt at escaping. You know what you felt that day, how right at the end you felt as though you could do anything to escape right?” Renjun questioned out.

Y/n knew where this was going, and the anger inside her boiled, an ugly feeling she never liked but knew very well she deserved to feel. Her chin raised slightly as she looked Renjun dead in the eyes.

“If this is your way to start talking about why you left me, it’s not a great start. I did feel desperate, but I didn’t leave anyone behind. I got two other people out with me. We went our separate ways afterwards but I still got them out.” She revealed, causing Renjun to blank.

“Who-”

“Yang yang and Shotaro.” Y/n cut his question off before he could even start. When all eight had made their escape attempt the first time those two had been a day new to the institute, the group faintly remembered their faces.

“You helped them escape?” Jeno asked out yet his question was barely a whisper.

“I did. I didn’t see much of them since we were in different wards, but I knew that they didn’t deserve to be there, especially since they hadn’t developed their abilities well.” She replies anyway having picked his whisper up.

“So, Renjun, if your idea is to make me realise you left me there out of desperation.” She started speaking voice tight, leaning forward in her chair as she continued “I didn’t leave them behind, who were barely known to me, even if it nearly cost me my freedom.”

She remembered well that the two second decision of going by their ward first to grab them had nearly made it a close call in escaping but she had done it non the less knowing exactly how it felt.

Renjun swallowed what felt like guilt, nearly choking on it as he looked away, shame waving over him at what he’d attempted to do realising it hadn’t at all been a logical way to go around it.

“We always talked about you, everyday. Since the first day we got out.” Jisung suddenly spoke up causing her to look over at him but his gaze was casted down at his hands where he fidgeted with his fingers nervously.

“I only had you in mind the first time we went to the beach, I wondered what your reaction would have been, what you would have said, if it had been worth the wait, even now at the beach I always thought about you.” Jisung continued his voice louder now but rushed trying to get all of his emotions out before taking a sharp breath in.

“I felt guilty, I still feel guilty everyday Y/n for leaving you behind. It was the worst thing we could have done, I know they carry that guilt with them too. We would try making it up to you for the rest of time if it was possible.”

His words, she couldn’t help but notice he’d matured not just in height but the way he carried himself, the way he spoke. Her jaw clenched not wanting to take in his sincere words but it was hard when it came to Jisung.

“They didn’t want to leave. It was me. I suggested we leave.” Jeno spoke up suddenly causing Y/n to look at him.

“If there is anyone to blame it’s me.” Jeno decided he’d take the fall for it, he’d been the one to suggest it.

“I don’t care who suggested it in the first place, the thing that matters is you all agreed to it.” She shook her head, the intention was the main thing.

“Look let me make it clear, I hated it, I thought about what you all did to me every single second that I was stuck in that hell hole and I hated you for leaving me, but that doesn’t mean I hated that you escaped. I would never hate you for escaping the institute. What I hated was how you left me there.” Her words were purely truthful.

“Whether you feel remorseful or guilty is none of my concern. Your actions spoke louder that day.” Y/n spoke, closing her eyes for a second to ground herself before continuing “You expect me to forgive you, to let it slide, to even try and regain some sort of relationship with you all. But can you really expect that from me?

It was silent and not one that was comfortable. The boys knew where she was coming from. They hadn’t even expected her to be fine with the fact they’d escaped but it was reassuring to know that.

“We want to try, even if you can’t forgive us. Let us at least try.” Donghyuck was the first to break the silence around them.

“Even if I did agree there wouldn’t be a way for you to do so, I’m leaving soon.” She shook her head with a sigh.

“Weren’t you supposed to leave earlier? Why leave now?” Chenle asked curiously as she shot him a look.

“I got distracted. I already spent too much time here.”

“Why can’t you just stay?” Chenle pushed further causing her to stand up from her seat, Mark standing up as well from the office desk worried Chenle had pressed her too far.

“If you want the institute to find you be my guest, I’ll stay around and we’ll all get caught.” She sharply responded as if stating the obvious to them.

“Why do you think they’d find you so easily.” Mark asked as he finally made his way over to the group.

“Because they can. It’s why I move so much, I’ve been close to getting caught before and I don’t intend to get sent back there.” She justified her reasoning for constantly being on the move.

“We’ll protect you.” Mark shook his head taking a step further towards her, causing her to raise an eyebrow.

“What are you gonna do Mark, phase through a wall or phase away from their fists?” Her words were meant to sting but he didn’t let them. Watching as she gestured towards the others.

“Is Renjun going to stop them by healing them? Is Jisung going to stop them by his body laying somewhere while he takes control of one of them or goes into their dreams? Is Jaemin going to play green light, red light with their shadows? Is Jeno going to through an orb of energy to distract them? Is Haechan going to be able to tell them what to do all at the same time? Is Chenle going to grab one of their guns and instantly know everything about how it was used in the past?” She really tried to dig at their feelings to make them realise it wouldn’t work.

“Our abilities changed over time, they’re better now with new uses. We can do much more than that and even still as a group together we could do it.” Mark didn’t back down, moving to gently grab her hand.

“Pardon me for not being too keen on a group dynamic at the moment. And even then, more will come.” She responded against his words yet let him hold her hand.

“Then let them come. We won’t let them take you back there.” Mark refused to give up giving her hand a gentle squeeze, something they had done in the past when a member was overwhelmed.

“You worked for all this, your store, your freedom, the right to live and you’d just let it burn to the ground for me not to move to the next place.” Y/n couldn’t believe they’d do something so risky not after everything.

“We told you it already Y/n, leaving you behind was our biggest mistake. We won’t do it again.” Jaemin chimed in from where he sat, face serious for once as he watched the two.

Y/n didn’t like it. Didn’t like this sudden change. After everything how could she know they wouldn’t just hand her over in return of being able to go free. Frowning she stared at Mark, trying to find any hint of falsely lingering, but found none. If she was honest with herself she was tired of running, a fight would be imminent one day whether it be tomorrow or in years to come.

“One more week, I’m staying another week to mull it over, but if I decline staying none of you can oppose it. Or I leave today.” She gave them an ultimatum and even before Mark could open his mouth another person spoke instead.

“Deal.” Jeno shot out knowing there would be no better offer than that, it was already generous enough for giving it a week to think over.

“Alright. Then let’s give it a week to think it over.” Mark agreed as his say was final as well for the boys, he’d always been the silent leader of their group.

“Give me a tour of the place, preferably the arcade room.” Y/n suddenly changed the topic not wanting to speak about the past for a while.

“What?” Mark uttered confused with a mix of shock at her request.

“You’re arcade.” Y/n doubled down on what she said.

“I’ll show you!” Donghyuck blurted out while he stumbled off the couch coughing to cover it up.

“You didn't like arcade games last time I remembered, Jisung show me?” She shook her head at Donghyuck’s request as Jisung nodded, getting up with Y/n following him out of the staff room and Chenle sneaking out behind them.

“It’s been two years, maybe I like them now.” Donghyuck grumbled to himself.

“You think she’ll actually consider it?” Renjun asked out as only the oldest were left in the staff room.

“She seemed against it, but there was this slight look in her eyes. I can’t explain it but I’m sure it means we have to have a little hope.” Mark replied to his words though he watched the open door rather than looking over at Renjun.

“She seemed pretty dead set on the fact she would be found, makes you wonder who the institute is trying to send.” Jaemin wondered out loud, it seemed as though they weren’t just sending out regular people but he didn’t dare to think they’d be sending out any special ability trained members.

“Let’s not think of it right now, we should just enjoy the time we have left with her.” Mark sighed out, hands going to his hips.

“What makes you sure she’ll be coming by next week? She said she’d think about it for a week, not that she’d visit us.” Jeno questioned out sitting with his legs spread and arms crossed.

“Stop being such a downer.” Donghyuck scolded teasingly, moving to shove his hand against Jeno’s shoulder only for Jeno to easily push his hand away before he’d gotten the chance.

“You said you’ve never played this before.” Chenle whined out with a pout noticing the points going higher and higher nearing his high score he’d been so proud of.

“I haven’t. Pac man just seems easy.” She shrugged as she continued playing almost too well. Chenle’s eyes squinted in suspicion, crossing his arms standing next to her and Jisung on the other side.

After getting past the high score she purposely stopped playing with 50 points extra causing Chenle to groan his head lightly knocking against the side of the arcade game.

She enjoyed the game but even she couldn’t help but feel bitter when a ghost caught up to her even if she’d done it on purpose. Always running.

“What do you think about the store?” Jisung asked out genuinely interested in what she thought.

“It’s very aesthetically pleasing to the eyes with a lot of variety so I’m not surprised it’s so popular here. Though you must have bad players if I’ve beaten two high scores now.” She shrugged.

Chenle let out a dramatic gasp as he pointed at her in horror.

“So you really were the one who beat Jeno’s high score on Pong!”

“Is that a bad thing?” She asked with a tilt of the head as Chenle grinned.

“He took forever to get that high score and no one could beat him.” Chenle felt smug about how easily Jeno got beaten but tried to forget about how one of his high scores did as well.

“I’m glad I didn’t freeze over the arcade game area.” Y/n hummed out looking around at the nice area.

“That took ages to defrost by the way.” Chenle chimed in as she gave him a blank look causing him to raise his arms.

“Wanna try beating one of Jaemin’s high scores?” Jisung asked her a small smile forming on his lips as she turned to look at him in interest.

“Lead the way.”

As the three went over to the Space invaders the four others in the staff room had finally made it to the arcade room as well but lingered by the open doorway.

“They look happy.” Mark mentioned softly about Jisung and Chenle who were grinning ear to ear, Chenle talking Y/n ear off on how to play space invaders while she was actively playing it.

“It’s because she’s here.” Jaemin hummed out the obvious staring at the back of her white and blue hair. He wouldn’t mind his high score being beat if it was her, she’d leave a mark on the arcade if she did decide to leave.

“Moment ruined.” Renjun groaned out as they watched Chenle and Jisung start play fighting, Jisung with his new height easily overpowering Chenle into a headlock, who was too stubborn to admit defeat all the while Y/n continued focusing on the game.

“I wouldn’t say ruined.” Mark muttered a fond smile glued to his face at the scene in front of him.

Y/n hummed as she debated what she’d type into the new high score holder name area. She’d left the Pac-Man one empty and the Pong one. But she decided she’d leave something this time. Using the controls to entire a name in.

“Dove? Why dove?” Jisung asked freezing as he watched, Chenle looking up from where he was in a headlock to see it as well.

“Just a nickname I picked up along the way.” She explained not being able to help the gentle smile that formed on her face.

Jisung dropped Chenle from the headlock smitten with her smile as Chenle let out a grunt not expecting it falling to the groovy patterned carpet floor.

“You beat my high score.” Jaemin’s voice caused her to turn around, noticing the four that had joined them.

“Yeah, first time playing too.” Y/n teased out and as much as Jaemin felt knocked down a bit it also felt warm at the fact he’d been teased, teasing was good, it meant a tiny bit of progress was happening.

“We ended up deciding to close the store for the rest of the day, if you want to try out a few area’s?” Mark offered as a few of the boys glanced at him not knowing they were closing already, obviously a sudden decision on Mark’s part.

“I would ask if it’s bad for business how much you close the store but I’m starting to think your guys store is doing well enough to be able to.” She remarked with a slight raise of her eyebrow.

“You could say that.” Mark responded with a sheepish smile only to watch her curiously when she pulled out her phone when it made a ding noise.

Y/n pulled her phone out as she silently cursed to herself seeing a miss call from San and a few notifications in the group chat and one message from San. Moving to unlock her phone, flicking to San’s message first.

It was asking if there was a specific time he could call her. Her fingers nimbly texting back a quick response to which she got one back. Humming at the new plans she’d just made before flicking through the chat just seeing a few funny texts, finally pocketing her phone.

“I’m leaving in ten minutes so I can’t stay and take your offer for any longer than that.” She announced her change in plans as the boys watched with different reactions.

“You had a sudden change of plans?” Donghyuck asked out, not being able to help his curiousity.

“Technically coming here today wasn’t in my plans to begin with, but yes, a sudden plan change.” She revealed without much thought to it.

“Is it those two guys from that time you came in for your purse?” Jaemin asked his question this time ignoring the look he got from Mark who’d told them not to ask about them until she opened up.

Y/n stared at Jaemin for a few seconds before nodding deciding it wasn’t something she needed to hide, she could do as she liked seeing as she was her own person.

“Kind of.”

Jaemin not being able to help raising an eyebrow at the vague answer and by the looks of it she could tell as she decided to explain further.

“It’s not one of them, but another friend from that group.”

Jeno felt unsettled at the fact that there was more than two of them, it was three, who knows maybe even more. For some reason it rubbed him the wrong way. He tried justifying it in his head as him just being worried for her safety.

“I should probably go wait in the main area before I head out.” Y/n casted her gaze away from the others not particularly happy with the attention, especially coming from them.

“We can wait with you if you’d like.” Renjun offered not wanting to miss out on a few more minutes with her, not caring if he sounded needy in any way.

“I don’t really think you’ll leave me be anyway especially not him.” She pointed out moving her hand up pointing behind herself where Chenle stood.

“I don’t even feel offended by that to be honest with you.” Chenle chimed back with a shrug even if she couldn’t see the gesture.

“For once in your life.” Renjun shot back at him.

“So how long have you known these guys?” Jaemin asked out while sitting on one of the bean bags in the main entrance room.

“Some since I arrived, others a little later on.” Y/n answered knowing very well he wouldn’t give up on the sudden rapid fire questions unless at least one was answered, sitting on one of the beanbags herself.

She was sat on a surprisingly comfortable sky blue beanbag, they were new as she hadn’t seen them the day before, or they’d just been moved from one location to now here. Jaemin was on a green beanbag.

“Have you known the one picking you up long?”

Y/n looked over at him when he asked his question this time her eyes slightly sharper wondering why he’d ask that question. The last thing he could do was judge what type of friends she’d involved herself with and for how long. It was painfully ironic coming from him.

“Not that I need to answer your question, but yes I’ve known him longer than some of them.” She made sure to keep eye contact with him emphasizing the first part of her words.

“I don’t mean to overstep Y/n, you can’t blame me for being concerned.” Jaemin tried his best to get his opinion out in the politest way showing he meant no harm in his questions.

It was just the two of them as the others were either turning everything off and locking down the shop for the day.

Y/n didn’t respond to his words in favour of looking around the main entrance room. The aesthetic of it all was nice but a little too much at the same time. She was seeing it properly for the first time as emotions had clouded her the first two times, the third was filled with two many people but now she could see the large room quite well.

“I wish you would have turned around yesterday when I called out your name.” Jaemin’s sudden confession gained her attention, staring him down.

The atmosphere in the room not readable which was something Jaemin didn’t like, he couldn’t read her anymore, couldn’t figure out what was going on in her head. It killed him inside slightly knowing that he’d lost that connection with her.

“I wish you would have waited that day.”

Her response was a brutal hit, guilt washing over him and yet he knew it was well deserved. Not a day went passed where he’d wished he’d waited for her. She didn’t need to say what day, he knew clearly she meant the day they’d escaped without her.

“And I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.” He replied with honest dripping from his words, not breaking away from their now staring contest. Desperate for her to see the truth in his eyes.

Just as she was about to respond her phone light up with a ping noise breaking the silence instead. Jaemin leaning back in the beanbag after her eyes shifted to her phone she held in her hand, not having realised until then he’d leaned forward in anticipation of what she would have said.

“He’s waiting outside, I should get going.” Y/n explained while getting off the beanbag to stand.

Jaemin moved to stand up as well with a slight struggle getting off the beanbag. He wonders how she had gotten up so effortlessly without struggling, beanbags were awkward to get off of.

“Should I walk you out?”

Y/n held back an amused small smile at his offer, seeing as the entrance doorway wasn’t far from where they stood.

“I think I’ll managed the twenty seconds by myself without help.” Her response clearly showing her amusement over the offer.

His hand flew up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly at her words. It wasn’t even for safety, it was to just be near her a little longer even if it was just twenty seconds more, though he wouldn’t say that out loud.

“Goodbye Jaemin.”

He didn’t like her saying that, not because it was strange. It was a normal sentence to use. He just wanted her to say something less final. A ‘see you later’ or ‘till next time’.

“See you around.” Jaemin replied his voice steady with a small smile, arms itching to wrap her in a hug wondering if her hugs still felt the same. They had been something that had gotten him through rough days, and he craved for that feeling once again.

Instead he watched her turn around to face the entrance moving towards it. Not even a smile goodbye. Jaemin watched her closely as she got further away. He preferred it when she was walking towards his direction not away.

Y/n made it to the door hand moving to grab the handle to pull it inwards only for another person to beat her to it.

Jeno pulled the door inwards, holding it open for her, about to speak but was cut off.

“Dove, I’d ask why you wanted me to meet you here before we went back to the cafe but knowing Yunho and Wooyoung they’ve most likely dragged you into a game addiction.” San’s teasing tone filled the air as he walked forward to greet her, spreading his arms wide.

A light and gentle smile forming on her lips as she moved forward to wrap her arms around his waist in a hug to greet him back.

“You have no idea Sannie, thanks for meeting me here.”

“Who would name their child San.”

Y/n and San breaking off from their hug as San was met with a pink haired guy standing in the doorway arms crossed tightly, his head tilted slightly upwards in an attempt at showing his confident persona. Jeno’s eyes sharper than usual as he awaited any sort of response.

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[kristlewrites]

"Limitless"

CW: Oral (F!receiving), nicknames (my girl,baby,mamas), smut, established relationship, unprotected sex

PAIRING: Toji x Blk!FemReader

WC: 1.3k

🫧🗯️: omg...sorry guys it took me so long to put this out, it literally been week since my last fic. I appreciate all the support ive received over my hiatus and you guys enjoy this as well!! Its not proof read since ive been in such a rush to publish this...

MINORS DNI

It was Saturday night. You had just come back from a long shift at the hospital. Slipping off your crocs, you quickly remove your scrubs and lay them on the dining table. You hurry to the bathroom, peeling away all your undergarments and turning up the water. You enter swiftly going straight in and wasting no time scrubbing your body up and down making sure you get all the corners. Stepping out of the shower leaving a little trail of water everywhere you go, you dry your body and moisturize. Putting on your nightgown you finally rest down on your bed, feeling ten times more exhausted than before.

Opening your phone you see you have received a test from your boyfriend. Fighting the urge to sleep, you read it.

‘Roof is leaking. Again .’

‘I'm coming over’

‘How was work?’

You sigh, Tojis house always had something going on. You always offered him to stay over or even move in but he always declined the offer. Maybe it was because he was too proud or maybe he didn't want to be a burden on you, but you always appreciate it when he's here. So that's why you were super excited when he said he was coming over, but that smile faded a little bit when you heard a knock on your door. ‘How'd he get here so fast?' You thought to yourself while removing your covers. You stroll towards the living room going straight for the door. Your little black cat scratching her back against the door. "Watch out baby” you whisper, grabbing your small cat and placing her down away from the door. 

Opening the door you are greeted by a 6ft tall man, drenched and with a small bag on his shoulder. 

“What happened?” 

“I told you, my roof had a leak.” Toji replied a little 

“A leak?" You said raising your voice a little “Hello you're soaked, hurry come in”

You say gesturing to him to enter your apartment and him leaving a little trail of water on the floor boards. You make a note to clean it up later. He goes to your bathroom and gets cleaned up. Meanwhile you clean around your apartment, fatigue still plaguing you, you decide to take a rest on the couch until he's done.

You feel a light tap on your shoulder startling you awake. Your eyes focus on the tall man hovering over your face, water droplets drop down on your forehead, you look up and see that Tojis hair still hasn't dried yet. “How long have I been asleep?” You mutter looking around for your phone. “Sit down” you order Toji, grabbing the towel off his shoulder offering to dry his hair. He sits down beneath you on the carpet, grabbing the remote and turning on criminal minds. (litcherally my fave show lmao)

While you are drying his hair you guys talk about your days and recent events taking this time to catch up. Toji looks up at you with a little smile sneaking up his face. You remove his hair from his forehead and affectionately give him a small peck on his forehead. He laughs lightly at your gesture. You feel a sharp pang in your stomach. You think back and realize that you haven't eaten since your lunch break at 5pm?!! “Are u hungry?” You ask Toji, bending your neck so he can see you properly.

“Mm” he thinks “yea” he confirms with a devilish glare on his face. You didn't think anything of it until he turned and geared straight towards your pussy. Shocked, you smash your palm onto his face before he gets to do anything else. 

“I asked you if you were hungry..” you say

“I am” He pouts a little, you can feel his frown through your palm.

“Well, not for food clearly” You say rolling your eyes

“Baby please, i haven't seen you in forever” Toji says pleading beneath your hand.

“Fine” You say finally giving in. Almost instantaneously he dives straight for your clit, tearing your panties in the process. You flinch at the contact of his warm tongue meeting your folds. Taking his time he swims his tongue around the surface of your cunt while his hands reach up your nightgown finding your nipples. He twists them with ease causing your whole body to go in circuit. It has been awhile since either of yall have seen each other or even had time for yall selves and maybe that was why you were super reactive to even the slightest of his touch.

“Seems like my girl has missed me too” Toji remarks grinning slightly, referring to your already wet pussy. Leaking out like a faucet. Toji teases your entrance by wagging his tongue just right before it, making you impatient. He uses his hands to pry your thighs open, then he enters your pussy licking your clit up and down. Your back immediately arches at the sensation causing your breath to hitch. He continues to crawl into your pussy lapping up the wetness that was leaking out. 

‘Mm’ you moan from the way Toji roams around your cunt, having your brain short circuit from the feeling. Not being able to control yourself you wrap your legs around his back reeling him into you more.

“mmph u gonna suffocate me baby”

“s-sorry” you mumble softly

“Well,” Toji said grinning, “I wouldn't mind dying here,” he says, finishing it off with a chuckle.

You were too brain dead to even react properly, with Toji invading your insides wiggling his tongue inside your cunt. Your toes curled, eyes rolling back, you feel your release almost immediately flooding down onto tojis face. Him lapping up all your juices like a dog. 

“So sweet mamas, just how I like it.” He says his face is covered with your orgasm. 

He retracts his head from your entrance, raising himself up. You can clearly see the bulge peeking through his sweats. In haste he removes his pants and boxers in one go. Revealing his long throbbing cock. Leaking with pre-cum he smoothly injects it into your pussy causing you to gasp. 

"I-it's t-too deep” you mutter

“C’mon it hasn't even been that long has she forgotten me already?” Toji says smirking, sweat pacing down his forehead. He lifts you up, you wrap your legs around him. 

“Mm” you moan softly as Toji thrusts you up and down. Your toes curl at the fast pace, you lean your head onto his shoulder resting from the fatigue. How Toji has so much energy you could never understand you swear he is a beast. 

“Its okay close your eyes ill take care of everything” Toji whispers softly in your ears. You grip onto his sweaty back for extra support, your black acrylics marking all over. He continues to rock into you until you can feel his dick twitch in your pussy. You feel Toji retract his dick but you stop him. 

“N-no i want you to cum in me..” You say breathless and almost on the verge of passing out “Please..i'm on the pill” you whine, you move your hand over your stomach where you can see his bugle imprinted onto you

“Haaa, are you sure?” Toji asks

“Mhm” you nod quietly, tears leaving your eyes.

And with no second to think Toji immediately releases into you shoving all his up your pussy. You can feel his cum leaking out of you as he fills you up.

“Ah” you squeal, cumming as well, flooding down out your pussy attaching to his chest. You both are out of breath. 

Both of you were snuggled underneath a blanket, your head resting on his chest listening to his heartbeat. While he was munching on the wings you decided to order wings. You put on twilight. He hates it and thinks it's a waste. Secretly you think he enjoys it but he wants to be different. And the movie fit the atmosphere, it was a rainy October night. What other movies would you guys watch??

[oddlittlemiss]

✨House Cleansing✨

If you recently moved into a new space, you might want to consider cleansing your home of any negative energies that might still be there from the previous owners. Clearing your home from bad energy is also a good idea if you gone through a breakup, had a big life transition, or if you’re just feeling off.

A home should be a place where you feel relaxed and at peace. But when bad energy is lingering around, your home can become a place of hostility and negativity. This negative energy in your home can affect every other aspect of your life. Which is why house cleansing is an important practice to do regularly for your personal well-being.

There are many different ways to cleanse a home or even a single room in the house, and here’s how I cleanse my home/room.

1. First Thing’s First: Clean And Declutter Your House

Get rid of all the clutter by either putting things away or disposing them. Make sure to clean every corner! As you clean your home/room, know that keeping broken items (a statue with a broken arm put back with glue is fine but specifically ones that are irreparably broken) can bring down good energy. As well as items that doesn’t make you happy when you look or hold them. Use this time to get rid of it or donate if they are still in good condition and move on.

Then spend some time to dust, vacuum, and check for cobwebs. You don’t want the negative energy to have any reason to stick around.

Make sure to open all blinds, windows and if possible the doors. Let in as much light and fresh air as you can while you clean.

2. Remove Negative Energies From Your Home

When you cleared away the clutter, it is now time to start removing negative energies. A simple and fast way to clear out bad spirits and negative energy is smoke cleansing. You will need;

~ A fireproof dish for catching embers and ash

~ Any cleansing herb (frankincense, rosemary, cedar, etc.)

~ A small fan or your hand

Begin by standing in the center of your home or at the front door of the room you want cleanse. Then light your herb bundle or incense and let the flame die out which is fairly quick. Let the smoke carefully waft around you first, beginning at your head and working down toward your feet. Walk clockwise going from room to room if it’s a home or just walk clockwise in a single room. Fan the smoke paying special attention to the walls, corners, floors, and even the ceiling. Envision the smoke absorbing bad energy and carrying it away through the open windows and doors.

Some people like to recite incantations or make positive affirmations as they are smoke cleansing. If you want, saying a prayer or appealing to a higher power for extra help with the house cleansing is perfectly fine.

If smoke cleansing isn’t possible, there are sprays you can use instead. Just mist carefully around you first and then spray around the home.

3. Further Protect Your Home

After smoke cleansing, I like to cleanse my home with salt. Pour salt (as much as you feel guided too) into each corner of your home/room. Ring a bell 3 times in each corner to break up any stagnant energy which the salt will absorb afterwards. After 2 days, vacuum or broom/dustpan the salt and throw it away. If your place has carpet or you want to clean up the salt easier you can pour the salt into a bowl and place them in the corners. If you don’t have a bell clapping with your hands works too.

Doors and windows are where outside energy can enter your home. Keep these spaces purified with a house cleansing solution. Mix a bucket of water with;

~juice from 5 Lemons

~1/4 cup ammonia or white vinegar

~1 cup of Sea Salt

Using a cloth, clean the doorknobs, doors, frames, and windows in your home with the solution and let it air dry. If you are cleansing a single room use 1 cup of water, 1/2 lemon, 2 teaspoons of ammonia or white vinegar, and 1/4 cup of sea salt.

4. After Cleansing Tips

Now that you’ve cleared the bad energy from your home, you can focus on attracting positive energy and protecting your cleansed space. Here are some things you can do:

You can keep cleansing and protecting your space with crystals. Place your chosen crystals in areas where bad energy seems to collect. Here are some crystals you might want to consider;

~Selenite can cleanse energy and raise the vibration in your home.

~Black Tourmaline is a protective crystal that absorbs negative energy.

Many people like to keep salt lamps in varies rooms around their place to continue clearing bad energy.

Witches broom also known as besoms, can help sweep away bad energy and protect against evil. Place a besom just inside your front door or room, hanging with bristles up, to ward off evil spirits and negative energies. A small besom can also be hung over the door with the bristles down to help catch negative energy before it enters the home.

Rearrange the furniture and objects in your home in a way that makes you happy. You can also buy new things to make your home feel better.

Planting rosemary near the front and back door of your home is said to keep negative spirits away.

Consecrate a candle or buy a candle created to bring good things, protection, etc. and light it to invite good energy into your home.

It is important to be aware of the energy in your home - good or bad. If you notice a shift in energy as time goes by, consider cleansing your home/room again. After all, your home should make you feel safe and be a place you can restore your energy.

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Bucky puts something inside Steve that presses on him just right, and locks it in so it can't be removed. Then he makes Steve walk laps around a track, each step pushing him closer to orgasm. When he slips over that edge, if he stops walking, Bucky ruins the release. It's really, really hard to keep walking as he orgasms, he learns. But Bucky makes him keep going until he's been drained dry. -🐍

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Jesus...

Okay, okay, this sort of predicament play is hot as shit but... can we focus on how he loses his composure with it rather than how he manages to keep it together?

Because the part of this that is most fucking devasting to me is the part where Steve becomes such a fucking mess. The part where Steve's trying to resist--by tooth and nail--yet still crumbling beneath the insistent pressure of the butt plug inside him that sends waves of gutting arousal through him, pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, against his prostate, lapping at him like waves crashing onto shore, demanding to erode him. And it's because of him. That arousal. Himself.

He's doing this to himself.

That might be the worst part. Bucky isn't touching him, so Steve is administering his own torture of his own volition--his own body acting on his own nervous system. He has to keep going to eventually orgasm but also, he doesn't want anything but to stop, even if it means a ruined orgasm. Being ruined would be better than being set ablaze from the inside out with no relief, nothing to quench the thirst of his charred tongue, hanging out of his mouth dumbly, panting.

Steve's already ruined.

And he wants to fall to his knees and press his face to the ground and cry at Bucky's feet, pleading to just cum, he'll do anything, he'll hump his leg humiliatingly, he'll lick his boots to degrade himself and clean his dominant, he'll eat him out for fucking hours until his lips are swollen and cracked, his jaw aching from it, wet with spit from the tip of his nose down to his chin--drenched. Just, please, no more walking.

No more.

Steve can not fucking bear another step. If he weren't stuffed full, he could go on for hours and hours and hours, this is nothing but walking, he has the serum, it'd be a fucking cake walk if not for that sweet, harsh pressure. But with that sweet, harsh pressure carving itself inside him, pleasuring and agonizing him-? He can't.

Please.

No more walking, Steve can't focus. He can't think. He can only feel. He's burning up and crackling and sweating bullets. He's on fire.

Lemme cum. I wanna cum. Please, please, please! His tongue, lips, and teeth won't work, so it's just Steve's overworked brain sloppily thinking, too fast and too needy.

Yeah...

It's about the 🤌🏻crumbling🤌🏻 for me.

Like, don't get me wrong, I do love me some pretending to be big and strong and put on a brave face while writhing and squirming underneath it all. But I love such a big, strong man crumbling to whimper, too 🥵🥴

And so consider--

Maybe rather than walking laps around a track, Steve has to actively serve his dom while he's all forced full and denied. He's still walking, though. And walking so carefully and slowly at that, padding gingerly around, trying to spare himself from as much torture as possible but remaining chained and stuck no matter what he does. He will be pleasured no matter what he does.

Bucky will make sure of it because...

Steve's agonized with a vibrating plug stuffed in his shapely, sculpted ass while he's cleaning their home top to bottom. Everything and anything Bucky can think of: vacuuming carpets, sweeping floors, dusting shelves, wiping down counters, scrubbing the shower, washing the dishes, running laundry, etc., etc. He's mobile as shit. Walking but bending and stretching, too.

Steve has to be all over the place to keep up with what Bucky's asking of him--Steve wants to do it.

It aches.

It throbs.

It hurts.

He wants to be good.

He needs to be good.

Steve has to do it. He has to grit his teeth and bear the pleasure, the pressure, the fullness. Yes. No. Please. Yes.

How can Bucky be so perfectly devious?

Ngh.

To keep Steve full as he hobbles around the house and fights with himself, submurging into subspace, mushy and sweet, even while his brat side starts to whisper, it's been so long, so many hours, you need to cum, you deserve to cum, Bucky's locked him into a chastity belt with a low, vibrating plug beneath it. It's tight to his body. Biting in. His cock is as fucking hard as it can be when so restrained. Steve can't breathe, shift, or buzz without feeling the body-hot metal. It's so deep. Every tiny, pathetic whimper is forced out of him; every gasping cry with his eyes rolling back so far it hurts; every teeth chattering hit of pleasure when he bends over or straightens back up or moves too suddenly and that vibration guts him deeper, more, making him groan.

Locked and filled, Steve starts out walking between the keep-busy tasks Bucky gives him to serve him, but, of course, he succumbs to it and ends up stumbling. Steve gets this hazy, faraway look in his eyes, and this blotchy, red stain--just the prettiest, most gorgeous blush--all the way down his face onto his neck and chest as he hits his stride. Thoughtless and obedient. Wandering around the house. Doing what he's supposed to with his mind melted, completely gone. Then, eventually, after going from striding confidently to stumbling over his own feet to...

Crawling.

He's crawling, crawling, crawling--falling over his own hands and knees, nearly skidding onto his pretty, dumb face, muscles shaky and giving out again, then again, ending up shivering so fucking hard with his teeth chattering loudly that he lands in a heap. Shaking, whimpering, lying there, buzzing with the low vibrations of his heavy, deeply-shoved-in butt plug. He is totally devastated. Weak and needy in their hallway, all alone until--

Footsteps.

Bucky.

Steve is so overwhelmed with relief, knowing Bucky is coming to get him that he could cry. He is. He's crying. Shivering so hard, he might as well be convulsing. He can't pretend any longer. It's so much. He needs to cum.

Please.

If Steve manages to say anything to his dom and not just sob, chest heaving, breathing hitched, then bucky doesn't dignify him with a related response. Instead, he just coos, the way he'd speak to a thoughtless animal, a naughty dog, "oh, there you are, you silly boy! I was wondering where you got off to."

Got off.

Oh, god.

Steve wants to get off.

He wants it so bad he can taste it.

"Aw, honey, are you all tuckered out? You playing too hard and now you're conked out?"

Steve whines weakly.

"Mmm-hmm, I thought so, well, let's get you to bed, then, hmm? You need a nap, baby?"

Steve shakes his head as best as he can. He wants to cum! He doesn't want to fucking nap! He wants--

He wants too badly, his mouth watering and his eyes leaking messily, tears, crying because he's so tired of torturing himself. He wants Bucky to touch him. He wants to cum. He wants Bucky to let him to cum. He wants Bucky to make him cum. He's been good. He's been so good. He's done everything he's asked and more. He just can't take it anymore. He can't even crawl.

Please.

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i can’t remember if I’ve sent this ask already but geras nsfw alphabet pls 🫣

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare is incredibly important to Geras. He is a large man and he makes sure that you are alright an not too bruised from your time together. He will often dote on his partner during aftercare

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Geras' favorite part on himself would have to be his chest. If you were to ask him why, he wouldn't give a precise answer. He merely admires its prowess and how warm it becomes when his partner touches it

Geras finds all of his partner attractive so he would be unable to pick and would insist that all of you is a perfection crafted by the gods

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Geras has no preference of where he finishes. He is happy with being able to be intimate with you and is happy that you have welcomed him into your life

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

At times, Geras wishes someone would take control of him. He does not wish to be submissive but to be able to marvel at his partner's beauty and grace while they dominate him

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Geras is experienced in the sense he has endless knowledge of all things and that includes sex. He puts that knowledge to good use

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Geras' favorite position is cowgirl or any position where his partner is on top. He prefers these because he prefers to watch and admire his partner while having sex

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Geras takes intimacy seriously and is never goofy during sex. He would find it disrespectful to his partner and so he is always very serious with his romantic intentions

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Geras is almost completely hairless except for his eyebrows. His body is smooth and clean shaven naturally so he has never really thought it looking any other way

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Geras is exceptionally romantic during intimacy. It is very important for him to express his love for his partner through actions and words

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It is actually a very rare occurrence. He does not masturbate at all really, preferring to experience the urge of sex with his partner rather than indulge himself

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Body Worship- Geras will praise and honor his partner's body. You are perfection in human form and he will tell you that again and again until his words run dry

Overstimulation- Geras enjoys overstimulating his partner because, for him, he can pour all his love out for you. He will continue to pleasure his partner because it’s exciting and he wants you to feel pleasure over and over again

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Under the stars and during the night. He finds it much more symbolic and meaningful when making love to you under the cover of night that is so beautifully lit by the moon and stars

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Geras is turned on by his partner's beauty and appearance. You are simply gorgeous and when he looks upon you, he cannot help but feel desire

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Deception and cruelty. A partner who carries these traits will not be able to remain in Geras' arms for long as he finds these traits to be unattractive

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Geras' preference for oral is definitely giving it. He relishes in pleasuring you and making you feel completely satisfied. The focus is on your pleasure and release

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. An evening with Geras is one of love making and passionate and he doesn't want it to be rushed at all

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a big fan of quickies and does not often partake in them. He feels it doesn't give him enough time to truly explore and feel his partner

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Geras will experiment with his lover to an extent but will avoid engaging in activates related to bringing his partner pain

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Geras can go multiple rounds in one day and prefers to do that. He wants his partner fully loved and sated

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Does not own any toys but would be open to using them in the bedroom should his partner ask. It may even add to the excitement of sex after all

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Geras is fair with you as his focus is on your pleasure, not his. If you are teased then you are not being pleased and that simply will not do at all

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Relatively quiet safe for words of praise and encouragement. That he is very vocal with

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

During sex Geras will sometimes spontaneously bring you to places all over the world. It is sudden and unexpected but magically to see the sky moving to quickly and the stars whirling together

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Geras is large and in charge. He recognizes is rather large size in both stature and intimate length. He isn't boastful or proud about it but is cautious as to not hurt you

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Geras' sex drive is relatively moderate. Although he desires his partner, he does not always act upon those desires. Instead he will wait for another time to express them

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Rarely falls asleep after sex if at all. His partner is often very spent after sex and so Geras cradles them until the dawn and the day starts anew