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nanamiscocksleeve · 3 months ago

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Natural Breeding Clinic: Patient 1

warnings: MDNI, breeding kinks, use of pet names, piv sex, medical kink, clitoral fingering, nipple play, slight oral (male receiving)

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Prologue - Patient 1 - Patient 2

You’re seated awkwardly on the edge of the examination table, trying not to fidget with your hair. Your insides feel like they’ve been tied into knots and your blood won’t stop growing hot in your veins, rushing through your ears so loudly that you feel like you might’ve been at the ocean. After years of trying and failing to find the perfect man, you’d finally given up, content to live as a single woman. But there was one unfulfilled desire you harbored that unfortunately required a member of the opposite sex; a child. After numerous inquiries and health examinations, you finally stumbled across the Jujutsu Fertility Clinic and decided that you might as well experience the entire process of a natural pregnancy.

Your heart is already beating faster than normal, something that Shoko, the kind nurse who had done your vitals, took note of before giving your hand a reassuring pat. “It’s very typical to have a slightly elevated heart rate. It’s all the anticipation. But if you feel like you’re having a panic attack, please don’t hesitate to push your call button. Your doctor will be in soon to start your session.”

Shoko had cheerfully left the room and now you couldn’t help but feel like a horndog, imagining all the different scenarios that might play out today. You were certain you had picked the right doctor. He came off as well-spoken and kind as he’d shared details about himself while also listening to your side of things, taking note of the intimate snippets you told him as though you were discussing the weather that day.

Breathtakingly handsome and highly educated, you knew you wanted him to be the one who would father your child. Each tele-visit had left your panties drenched and you and your Hitachi wand had become better friends recently, locking yourself in your bedroom once the visit was over to run the rounded head of the toy against your needy clit, imagining the day your breeding session would be booked and you’d feel your doctor in the flesh, fantasizing what his cock would look like and how it would fill your cunt as he put a baby into you.

Now the day was finally here. Shoko’s instructions had said to wear whatever made you feel attractive, so here you were, dressed in a demure wine-colored dress that accentuated your boobs, with little bits of cream-colored lace lingerie underneath. You were starting to question your choice of undergarments now, knowing that you were probably already wet, a telltale patch of moisture surely present on the crotch of your panties. What would your doctor think? Or perhaps he was used to this? After all, you couldn’t have been his only patient who got turned on at the prospect of sleeping with him.

Just when the pulsations between your legs start becoming unbearable there’s a knock at the door and your heart skips a beat as you hear your name being called before your doctor enters the room. Tall, with perfect teeth, snowy locks, and aquamarine eyes, he looks at you and gives you a casual smile. The pictures paled in comparison to how personable he looked in real life. He extends a large hand with beautifully long, masculine fingers towards you, and you place your palm on it, feeling the warmth seep into your slightly clammy hands. He presses a kiss to the back of your hand before speaking.

“I’m Dr. Satoru Gojo. It’s very nice to meet you at last. Now, I know that most patients are anxious to start the insemination process right away, however, there are a few more verbal formalities we need to get out of the way before we can actually begin. This portion does need to be recorded, as I’m sure Shoko would have mentioned to you when she set up the camera.” He points towards a small camera and you nod, remembering what the dark brunette nurse had told you.

“I can also promise you that your insemination process will not be recorded in any way. We won’t even be in the examination room as it happens. There have been a few rare instances where the patient wanted to be recorded but it was part of their sexual profile.”

He grabs the clipboard on the desk and gives you a reassuring smile. You, on the other hand, are trying not to salivate all over the floor like a rabid animal, your appetite even more whetted after his appearance in the room.

“To confirm once more, you, F/n L/n, are giving me, Dr. Satoru Gojo, permission to breed you, and were not manipulated or coerced in any manner into making this decision, correct?”

Practicing restraint, you look at the camera. “Yes.”

“You have undergone all the necessary testing as well as physicals needed to assess your body’s condition to carry a baby and were given all the information before you chose to move forward and meet with me correct?”

“Yes.”

“You and I extensively discussed turn-ons, turn-offs, use of toys, and preferences for positions, as well as spoke about kinks in an effort to better understand how your breeding needs can be met. After these discussions were done, we mutually agreed to move forward and set up this insemination, correct?”

You lick your lips and try not to appear too eager. “Yes.”

“Perfect.” Satoru moves over to turn off the camera. “Let’s move to a more comfortable spot shall we?” He offers his hand again and you take it before hopping off the table, letting him lead you out of the room and down the hallway where he stops in front of a different door and starts punching in a code. It swings open and he gestures for you to enter. Your eyes widen as you step inside. It has the look of a posh hotel room, with a large king-sized bed set in the middle. Low-lit lamps made for romantic lighting were scattered across the room as Satoru follows you and the door locks closed behind you with a click.

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel him right behind you, then wraps his arms around you, drawing you against his well-toned chest. “You’re so tense sweetheart. Don’t worry.” He presses a kiss on top of your head. “Just focus on enjoying the process. We’re going to repeat it after all, until your womb quickens with my seed, growing the thing you want the most.” His voice is a deep, sensual purr in your ear, said so gently yet carrying such a dirty undertone that it sent a jolt of pleasure straight into your clit.

“You said you like cuddling prior to your sexual escapades. Shall we?” He glances over at the large bed and you swallow, nodding.

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Please. We’re going to get quite intimately acquainted now. Call me Satoru. Trust me it helps.” Licking your lips, you take his lead and he guides you to the bed, laying you down gently on the pillows before settling behind you, your back pressed to his chest, his long legs brushing against yours, causing every nerve in your body to be on high alert.

Though you had said you enjoyed cuddling which led to foreplay, your body was already sensitized from the knowledge that a sexual encounter was going to happen and you weren’t quite in the mood for cuddling. Still, you allowed yourself to be wrapped up in his arms, inhaling his scent, a kind of fresh, watery musk, and feeling his breath on your ear. His hands entwined with yours, gently flexing your fingers with his in the spaces in between, nuzzling the crook of your neck, making you feel like you were about to spontaneously combust. One of his hands leaves yours and begins to wander down your collarbone, delicately stroking, before dipping lower, tracing the neckline of your dress down to the swell of your breasts, letting his fingertips drag teasingly over an already hard nipple before resting on your belly, playing with the soft squish of it, feeling the way your body reacted to his touch.

Rushes of heat keep darting under your skin, and far too soon, your rounded ass starts to arch back, grinding shamelessly into his thighs, stifling a wanton noise when you feel hardness pressing back against you. A low chuckle, punctuated by a soft nibble on your ear. Unsure, you pause, wondering if you’d somehow done something funny.

“It’s perfectly normal to feel like you need to bring some movement in response to being touched.” Satoru’s hand comes back to stroke your breast over your dress, the light petting sending little erotic skitters along your skin. “Don’t fight it,” he says reassuringly, then slides his hand onto your hip and pulls you against him, subtly thrusting into your plump rear. “Just do whatever you’d normally do.”

A sigh of longing leaves your throat and you start to rousingly roll your hips against Satoru’s erection, feeling a spike in your confidence as he lets out a soft groan. “There you go, sweetheart. Take what you need.”

Fuelled by his encouragement, you roll over to lay face to face, seeing those hypnotic eyes watch you intently, and trace a finger across his jawline, shyly tipping your face up to his for a kiss. He obliges, dipping his head down and capturing your lips, and you revel in the way his mouth feels. You’d been dreaming about it for what felt like ages, and now to finally experience it was a heady rush. Your mouth opens to accept his probing tongue, the wet slip gliding over yours, sampling his taste, feeling the softness of his lips. His hands play with your hair, running enticingly down your back, cupping your ample bottom and pushing, drawing you closer to his heat and growing erection.

Your kisses grow impatient as he continues to tease you, squeezing and tickling your trapped flesh over your dress, hands slipping just low enough to flirt with the hem but not quite low enough to actually get under it. You whine, pulling away from Satoru’s mouth, and notice he’s observing you, eyes concentrated on your face.

“What is it?” He pushes your hair away from your face, softly brushing his thumb against your cheek. “Are you feeling ok?”

You nod, trying not to let your frustration show, but your clit clenches almost angrily now, the intense need to be splayed open and touched taking over all your rational thinking. Satoru presses little kisses onto your forehead, the tip of your nose, and your now closed eyelids, the soft gestures doing little to cool your aching desire. He drags his tongue along the column of your throat and places open-mouthed kisses as he goes.

The sigh that leaves your throat is full of lust, your hands getting impatient as you finally find the nerve to grasp the fancy knot in his tie and loosen it. A low hum leaves him as he comes back to your face. “There you go. I’m yours for now. Do whatever you want with me.” He draws circles into the skin of your upper thighs, exposed from your wriggling, the skirt of the dress hiked up provocatively. His voice drops to a sultry purr. “After all, we’re here to make sure you’re satisfied. I’m here to ensure you get the maximum pleasure your body needs in order to welcome my seed into your body.”

Gaining courage, you slip the tie off Satoru’s neck, then turn your attention to his buttons, fingers trembling from anticipation as you begin to undo them, revealing more and more of his pale skin, and his toned chest and abs. Of course he is in perfect shape, and your eyes drink in the vision that he is, watching the way his skin ripples as he draws in a breath. Could you have picked a more handsome doctor? It seems impossible. You reach out to stroke his skin and he sucks in a breath before drawing you against the expanse of his body.

Satoru’s mouth drops to the crook of your neck, giving it a gentle nip that sends a hot shiver down your spine. “I think you’d make a great mother.” He kisses along the length of your collarbone before hooking a finger into the neckline of your dress and dragging it down your arm to expose more of your shoulder. “I bet you’d look so cute, with a little round baby bump, your breasts becoming fuller each day, your hips growing wider.” A breathy sigh escapes your lips and he kisses the heated skin, sucking on it hard enough to leave a little red mark.

“Heh. That was a cute sound. You’re so responsive.” He takes advantage of the exposed skin and kisses just at the top of the swell of your breasts and you let your impatience get the best of you, looking up at him pleadingly to take off your dress.

He obliges, finally grabbing the rumpled fabric bunched at your hips and pulling the silky material off your body. When it’s gone, he gazes down at you in your pretty lingerie. “You dressed up for me? That’s so sweet.” He licks at the valley between your breasts pushed up by the tiny strips of lace. Air hits you at various places, and you can feel an unmistakable stripe of wetness seeping from your cunt onto the lace thong you’re wearing. The tiny piece of clothing had soaked through, making the already revealing thong practically see-through. Satoru sweeps a long finger against it, feeling moisture against his digits. “You’ve been wanting to be bred for a while now huh?” He pops open your bra, feasting on the display of flesh. He cups your tender breasts and gives soft squeezes, perking up your nipples even more, gently tweaking and pulling at them.

“Waiting so patiently for someone to finally fuck you the way you deserve. To fill your sweet cunt with enough cum to finally get your body in the mood to grow it. Disappointed by so many cocks.” His crude words accompanied by the erotic stimulation of his hands make you moan. The thought of being filled with this man’s baby, to carry it inside you till it grows was pulling at your primal mating instincts. “Till you met me. Don’t worry. Your body will do everything it can to make sure you grow what I give you. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll push it in real deep, ensure it all goes into your womb.”

Chuckling at the way your expression contorts from his fingers, he admires how hard your nipples are, the way they respond to his touch. He palms the creamy flesh of your breasts, and you feel rushes of heat skittering through your body. “Oh, baby these are gonna get so round and full once I fuck you properly. Bet that milk would taste divine.”

Satoru lowers his mouth and draws an aching nipple into his mouth, drawing a strangled cry from you. The texture of his tongue over the stiffened peaks immediately heightens all your senses, feeling pleasure radiate from the center of your breast, feeling it mirrored between your legs where your clit pulsed and throbbed irritably from the madness of needing to be touched. His free hand rests at the top of your other nipple and pushes it in circles, building up your arousal to a fever pitch.

Your blood is hot and running like whiskey through your veins, throwing a punch of heat into your gut, a dizzy spiral of want floating from your throat down into the wet and awaiting folds of your cunt. Satoru takes his time with you, acutely aware of the way your body is already tingling with the desire of wanting to be taken like a bitch in heat. He sees the need of wanting to be filled, to have those soaked walls stroked with his fingers and cock. This is what he was hoping to see.

Changing nipples, he teasingly bites the other one while his free hand snakes down towards your navel, your muscles tensing under the tickling sensation of his wandering fingers, stroking your belly before finally dipping lower to cup your mound under the flimsy fabric of your panties. With a smooth movement, Satoru hooks his finger into the waistband and drags it off, tossing it away. All your senses become alert, waiting in tortured agony as you feel him part your slick flesh, and his fingers probe the very outer edges of your dripping folds.

A keening moan of want leaves your mouth. His lips leave your moist nipple with a plop as his long middle finger slips to the apex of your pussy, finally giving your needy clit the attention it had been craving. He touches the engorged bud, applying light circles onto it that drive you wild, your sweet noises filling the room. Your legs part so willingly, planting your feet into the mattress, toes curling into the bedspread as he pets your clit tenderly. “Harder,” you manage to choke out, feeling the nub contract. “Please.” The word comes out as a whine as he continues those patient strokes.

“Good. It’s better when you’re so desperate like this. Your body will be more receptive to me breeding you this way. How much harder, sweetheart?” Satoru’s other hand takes over, holding the swollen folds of your sex apart, giving him better access to tease and toy with your delicate bundle of nerves. He increases the pressure of the stroke a fraction, making you squirm but also groan in frustration.

“More. It needs to be harder.”

Heeding your request, Satoru adjusts his hand, slipping his ring finger inside your dribbling hole, watching how it gets sucked in with no resistance, and replaces his thumb on your clit. Pushing down firmly onto the center he resumes the circling motions and brings a jolt of pleasure to your system. “Ooh Satoru…” You croon his name as he gets the pressure just right, each motion now bringing delicious friction into your core. Another finger joins the first, curling up to find that sweet patch inside your gummy walls, alternating with scissoring movements as he prepares you for what’s about to come.

Your body is tense, a bow drawn taut, waiting for the arrow to be let loose. Your hips move on their own accord to match his rhythm, nails sinking into the silky sheets, as though worried you might lose your orgasm if you dared let go. When your body finally gives you release, that pleasurable sequence of delightful spasms, your breath tears from your throat, each wave hitting you more intensely than the last, your core and clit clenching and relaxing as you ride out every last drop of pleasure.

His mouth covers yours as you orgasm, his kiss intense as he feels your spasms calm down on his fingers, pulling them out and inhaling before sucking them clean. “Delicious…” he murmurs before placing his fingers near your lips, which you accept, sucking the lingering taste of your pussy and his skin, watching the way his eyes darken as you do so.

“Perfect. You’re ready to be bred now.” Satoru’s hands go to his belt buckle and undo it, and you hear the whine of the zipper as he pulls off his slacks. You can see the bulge of his erection masked behind his underwear and your mouth waters at the size. The pants are discarded into a corner and he begins to slip out of his final piece of clothing, freeing his aching cock from its confines. The lovely engorged tissue was warm, his mushroom head leaking precum from the hole, impressively long with the veins popping from arousal along the sides. You can’t help yourself as you lean over, giving a teasing lick and hearing his breath strangle in his chest. He indulges you for a moment, letting you taste him, your lips catching the milky beads that form, but when you wrap your lips around his head and bob down, he quickly yanks you off him.

He’s panting, a sheen of sweat covering those chiseled abs, and shakes his head, his white locks dancing on his face before flashing you a grin. “You’re such a tease. But I can’t risk the insemination by letting you have your way, no matter how good it feels.” He lays back on the bed, beckoning you to lay over him, and you feel clumsy as you crawl over to him, resting a knee on either side of his hips. His arms wrap around you and encourage you to rest on top of him, the feeling of heated skin pressing together adding to your delicate state. He strokes your back and kisses you again, his tongue sloppy as it explores your mouth. When he pulls away, he adjusts his hands on your hips, ensuring you were comfortable laying on him.

“Take a breath.”

You follow his instruction and the exhale turns into a drawn out moan as he guides his cock into your aching wetness. The tip spreads you open followed by his incredible length, your body helplessly sinking onto him, impaled on the column of heated velvet. A long “oh” escapes your lips, his cock seated so intimately inside you, feeling him just shy of your cervix. He’s patient about it, letting you adjust and wriggle, your hands splaying out on his abdomen as you take a few breaths to clear your mind. He felt so good, so hard and manly, his veins pulsing inside you, adding a delicious layer of additional friction as he teasingly drew out. An animalistic growl leaves your throat at his retreat, his tip threatening to slip out of your lubricated core before he thrusts back up into you, the stroke filling the wet channel so satisfyingly.

Lost in the sensations, you allow him to cradle you on his chest, taking his sweet time fucking you, timing his thrusts to your breathing, which becomes shallow as your pleasure builds. Your cunt is dribbling from the heat, the scent of fecundity filling the room, his cock stroking your inner walls desirably. Your pussy clenches, sucking him further into you, pulling him closer to your womb where you needed him. With a moan, you raise up off his chest, using him as support, and start to ride him, his veiny erection slickened from your arousal.

“Oh that’s it my girl. Take it.” Satoru pushes your hair away from your face as you rise and crash down on him, your hips bucking like your life depended on it. His warm hands cup your bouncing breasts, watching your face contort as you use him for your own need.

“Fuck yourself on my cock. You like it huh? Need it in you…want it to shoot all that cum into your womb…” He purrs the words as those magnificent eyes look straight into yours.

The sound of slapping skin fills the room, both your moans mingling in the air. You did need to bred. You had waited long enough. Your mind is a haze of sexual disarray, nothing more important than getting what you need from him. To be bred like the good girl you were, to finally have your most deepest desire fulfilled. Your thigh muscles are tiring, you can feel them quiver in protest but primal instinct is driving you to keep moving, to bounce on his cock until he cums and fills you with his creamy seed…

You gasp in surprise as Satoru’s large hands squeeze around your waist, steadying you, and slowing you down before reversing your positions. He looms over you and has not slipped out with the transition. “Let me do it. You shouldn’t have to work so hard for this.” Angling his hips, he does a few experimental thrusts until he feels his head brush into the spongy knot of nerves inside your body, making you cry out, your eyes squeezing shut, fingernails sinking into the sinew of his perfect ass.

He surges forward, taking care to brush against it each time, his forearms and biceps rippling as he thrusts. Your legs wrap around his waist, wanton noise leaving your lips as you cling to him, feeling ecstatic rushes of delight humming through your veins. He murmurs frivolities into your ears as he sets up a comfortable rhythm, gspot first, followed by a soft kiss of his tip against your cervix. “Pretty mama. Gonna make you so round and full. You’ll be going home with a part of me inside you. I’ll give you enough today to last until your next round. Don’t worry if it drips. It’s just a sign of how well you’ve been bred.”

Your walls clamp down on him, feeling so full of him, imagining the vivid image he’d described, of becoming plump and glowy, growing life inside your body. “I want that so much,” you confess, glancing up at him and he makes a grunt of approval.

“Get ready then.”

His movements become faster, his balls slapping against you as he picks up his pace, panting, sweat forming on both your bodies. His abs are tight as he chases his orgasm, feeling his balls starting to draw up in anticipation. Your mouth is open, lewd noises falling from your lips as you wait for him to give you what you need, then feel the familiar spasms gripping your pussy and lose yourself as your body is rewarded with a second orgasm. Satoru lets out a moan as he finally falls off the edge, satisfied with your climax, and sheathes himself completely into your heat, pushing himself as far in as he can go, letting spurts of his hot cum dribble into you, shooting into your fertile womb. He stills, catching his breath, and to ensure that gravity doesn’t work against you, plugging you effectively until he’s sure enough time has passed before he can safely pull out. Satoru’s cock is semi-limp, as he frees himself with a soft squelching noise.

He draws you against him again, reassuringly stroking your back and smoothing your hair. “You did so well sweetheart. Take some rest now. A nap will give your body a little break and do what it needs to do. Just imagine your next insemination session as you rest.”

His words are a soothing purr in your ear and your eyes did feel heavy and you decide a nap wasn’t a bad idea at the moment. Cozying up to your warm doctor, you sigh against his skin and let yourself fall asleep. You wake up an hour later still snug in his arms. Satoru confirms your next appointment before helping you back into your clothes, and walking you to the reception.

“I hope this journey will give you everything you want,” he says courteously to you before stepping back into the clinic. You follow up with your remaining four insemination sessions, each more satisfying than the last.

Waiting was the hardest part. But finally, you take the pregnancy test, feeling your heart flutter when the double lines show up in the little window.

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 3 months ago

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You and me makes three

(or four, or five ...)

Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember, week 4

Prompts: Breeding Kink & Vibrator

Rated: E

Words: 1,359

Tags: Omegaverse; A/B/O dynamics; Alpha Steve; Omega Eddie; Mates; Mpreg; Pregnancy Kink; Breeding Kink; Vibrators; Knotting; Possessive Steve; Jealous Steve

Notes: Set in the same universe as Whatever you want it to be

“Steve. Stevie, c’mon. Wake up, please.”

Steve shoots upright with a sound that's half snore and half growl, bleary eyes scanning the bedroom for threats. Then, his nostrils flare and the feral snarl gives way to a disbelieving frown.

“What, seriously?” he asks. “Again?”

Eddie shrugs. The movement makes more slick ooze from between his legs. Maybe he'd be embarrassed about it, if Steve's pupils didn't blow up like that, or if his scent didn't spike like it does. Or if he wasn't feeling this desperately, mind-numbingly horny.

“Sorry?” he says. “I'd take care of it myself, but it's getting kinda hard to reach, what with your kid in the way.”

Being pregnant is fucking bizarre.

Eddie has tried to approach it with an open mind, once the initial shock wore off and Steve assured him he wasn't going anywhere. But now, six months in? The whole thing just continues to weird him out.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves Steve. He’s the most perfect alpha and mate Eddie could've asked for. He’s going to make an amazing father to this kid. Which Eddie is sure will be adorable. He just sort of wishes he could skip the part where he needs to grow it in his own belly, being forced to put up with another hormone-induced ridiculousness every other week.

Hell, he thought the morning sickness was bad. Or the mood swings. Or the inexplicable cravings for salt and vinegar potato chips at three in the morning. But this most recent thing is well and truly taking the cake.

Steve yawns and grumbles, and Eddie can't say he blames him. The kid isn't even born yet and here he goes, robbing them both of their much needed sleep because his body has decided they need to get it on at least two times a day or perish. It’s fucking stupid!

Still, Steve folds back the covers, pulls open the nightstand drawer, and slips closer. Eddie sighs in relief when his mate's naked body slots into his from behind, already hard and pressing against his entrance, right where he needs it. Only a second later, the warm, solid weight of Steve’s cock is joined by something else, something smoother and colder, and the sigh turns into a low moan. Steve laughs softly and kisses his naked shoulder as the dildo hums to life.

What did he say? Best goddamn alpha in the world.

“This is so weird,” Steve murmurs as he pushes in, the combined girth of his cock and the toy stretching Eddie wide open, his free arm wrapping around the soft swell of Eddie’s belly to pull him close. “This was in none of the pregnancy books.”

“I know, ri-?” Eddie starts to say, but needs to stop himself for the chirp that bubbles from his chest. He feels deliciously full, the low vibrations of the toy sending shivers all the way down his spine, making little fireworks sizzle low in his abdomen. “Right? Seriously, what the fuck? You’ve knocked me up already, not like you can put ano- … another one in there.”

Steve, who has just started rolling his hips in lazy circles, goes very still. For a few seconds, the only sound in the bedroom is that of the dildo still humming away.

“What?” Eddie asks when he still hasn't moved after a while. “Steve, I swear to God, if you've fallen asleep with your dick inside of me I'll-”

“No,” Steve blurts. “I'm awake. It's just …”

He pauses to clear his throat and fidget, and that is when Eddie catches the change in his scent. Earthy and heady and distinctly aroused.

“Oh God,” he groans. “Don't tell me that does it for you!”

“What?” Steve mutters, and Eddie doesn't need to see his blush to know it's there. “You gotta admit, the thought is kinda hot.”

His hand finds Eddie’s belly, splaying over the round shape of it, and Eddie’s own cock twitches treacherously.

“Shut up, it's not,” he says, even as the familiar feeling pools at the base of his spine, hot and tight and urgent. Steve chuckles, pressing his face into the crook of his neck and scraping his teeth over the mating bite there.

“Your scent says otherwise, baby,” he murmurs, and Eddie can feel his smile against his skin as another chirp escapes him. “Just imagine … me stuffing you with my cock? Filling you up with my come, knotting you so good that not a single drop escapes? Breeding you round and full with my pups? I wonder how many I could put into you.”

“Oh God,” Eddie groans, baring his neck for better access and rocking his hips back as Steve finally, finally starts moving his cock and the toy inside of him again. “You're such a weirdo.”

Steve laughs, picking up speed. “Takes one to know one. Maybe that's the reason you can't get enough lately. Why no matter what I do, you never seem to be full enough. Why I need to use this thing…”

He pauses to push the toy in further, hitting that spot deep inside that sends sparks of pleasure zapping all the way into Eddie’s fingertips and toes.

“... to get you anywhere near satisfied for a few hours.”

“Aw, don't tell me you're jealous,” Eddie says. He tries to sound teasing but it comes out a lot weaker than intended. It's difficult, being smart while Steve is taking him apart in all the best ways. “You know there's no need to, right? Not with your baby in my belly and your mark on my neck. I'm all yours and nobody else's, alpha.”

Steve growls at the word, his summer forest scent filling the room like a tangible thing, and that is all the warning Eddie gets before the toy is pulled out and he finds himself flipped on his back, Steve's cock still inside of him, Steve’s lips claiming his for a hungry kiss.

“Nobody else’s,” Steve repeats. The bed frame creaks under the power of his thrusts as he fucks Eddie into the mattress. “All mine, forever and ever and ever.”

Eddie can’t say he minds the thought one single bit.

“You’re so beautiful like this, have I told you?”

Dawn is starting to creep through the blinds of the bedroom window, but Steve keeps running reverent hands over Eddie’s belly, eyes full of awe, and Eddie preens under the attention.

“Don’t mind if you tell me again, big boy.”

Steve purrs, pushing back Eddie’s sweaty fringe so that he can kiss his forehead and the bridge of his nose. “Absolutely breathtaking. My mate, carrying my child. I’m gonna put so many in you.”

“Yeah, fine, whatever,” Eddie yawns, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back as well as he can. The movement makes Steve’s knot, still large and locked inside of him, catch deliciously. “Can we just try to make it one after the other? I like actually walking places instead of rolling. Call me old-fashioned, but it’s an ability I’m rather attached to.”

“Oh, yeah?” Steve gives him a smug grin and rolls his hips. “There's another thing you're attached to right now, and that's my-.”

Eddie slaps a hand in front of his mouth. “Ugh, you're such a dork. I hope the kid doesn't inherit your sense of humor.”

Steve kisses his open palm.

“I hope they inherit your everything,” he says, ridiculously earnest, and Eddie needs to bury his face in the sheets to hide the way his face ignites.

“Whatever,” he mumbles at the pillows, ignoring how Steve’s chest quivers with barely concealed laughter. “Let's go back to sleep. Have you looked at the time?”

“Says the one who woke me because he needed to get dicked,” Steve grumbles, but obediently pulls the covers over them, curling himself around Eddie.

Silence descends over the bedroom, and Eddie loses himself in Steve’s soothing scent as he slowly begins to drift off again.

“Don't listen to him,” he hears Steve whisper, just before sleep claims him. “I'm hilarious and he knows it.”

A warm hand settles on his belly.

“Sleep well. Can't wait to meet you.”

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motor head | jjk (m)

pairing: jungkook x female reader genre(s)&au(s): motorcyclist!jungkook, situationship / friends-with-benefits, angst, smut, pwp rating: 18+ word count: 10.2k+ warning(s)&smut warning(s): they r a little toxic w each other btw ! possessive jaykay n jealous jaykay bcs he literally cant see you around other men !!!! QATAR JAYKAY W LONG CURLY HAIR ALL IN HIS EYES LIKE PRINCE CHARMING 🤤, tattoos !!!! all out !!!!!! — thats a warning on its own :)))) - i may have also given him a giant rib tattoo bcs i hate myself that much 🤭 jaykay rides a motorcycle just in case u havent already guessed 🥲😲, biggest cawk jaykay, dirty talkinnn’, size kink bigger than his muscles !! he uses his motorcycle as a giant sex toy 🤲🏻🫠, clit play while driving, rough kisses, love bites, rough oral sex (m rec), face fucking (f rec), thigh riding & dry humping, vaginal fingering (f rec), anal fingering (f rec), spitting on her face n spitting on her ass, 💦💦, 👉🏻 degradation kink & praise kink 👈🏻, vaginal penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sex on top of a motorbike, multiple orgasms, power play sksksk, jealousy sex (????? ye kinda), orgasm denial(s), creampie. summary: jungkook doesn't like seeing someone else have your attention, so he decides he’s gonna do something about it. beta(s): @jeonspub & @pjmparadise banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics

A hand fists into the back of your tank top and pulls you upright from your bent position. Looking behind you, you come eye-to-eye with Jungkook who looks like he reached his final limit with you. Seeing red, he is quick to push the man out from behind you, watching as his body struggles to keep himself standing at the force.

“Jaykay, what’s your fuckin’ problem, man?” The orange haired man you know as Jimin asks. “The little lady is just having some fun, don’t be such a spoil sport,” he jests — clearly loving the agitated reaction he is getting from Jungkook if the snarky grin on his face is anything to go by.

Jimin reaches out for you once more and drags you back towards him. He presses your back into the warmth of his chest, legs parting to accommodate you against him as one of his hands rests on your hip and the other on your thigh. You swallow when something hard presses into your ass and you fidget against it, hearing Jimin moan against your neck.

You watch on as Jungkook’s expression changes from pissed off to full blown rage within a blink of an eye.

Between you and Jungkook, things are complicated to say the absolute least. You have a past behind you as the girlfriend of a neighbouring rival gang that go against Jungkook and the rowdy crowd he hangs with. It started with sneaking around with each other behind your then boyfriends back before you took the plunge and found yourself with Jungkook indefinitely.

But things between you both aren’t as easy as it seems. Yes, you had left your boyfriend for Jungkook, but you and Jungkook had never made it official with each other.

To put it bluntly; you left your relationship with your ex for a situationship with the city’s notorious bad boy. Plainly put, you’re still single.

You laugh lightly as Jimin taunts Jungkook. You aren’t friends with any of these guys, having only met them twice before. You aren’t stupid, you can spot a hot guy when you see one and Jungkook’s so-called best friend Jimin was exactly that.

Like mentioned, you are single after all.

You tilt your head to the side to let Jimin place small kisses on your neck; both of you watching for Jungkook’s reaction. Within the snap of your fingers, Jungkook is ripping you out of the grasp of Jimin and pulling you into his arms. “She’s coming with me.”

Jungkook looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to move in the direction of his motorcycle. His heavy black boots kick the stones from under his feet as he nears his motorised vehicle, leaving space for you to hop on eventually; however, you don’t move.

“Maybe I want to stay with Jimin,” you taunt, knowing just how to push his buttons.

You watch as Jungkook rolls his eyes, pissed off and annoyed at your bothersome behaviour tonight, unsure as to what or why you’ve decided that tonight of all nights you want to wind him up.

“____, you’re testing my fucking patience. Get on the bike.”

Staying still, you keep yourself standing between the two men. You look back towards Jimin, who looks to be enjoying the scene in front of him — Jungkook tends to get what he wants when he wants, so watching you not give him that makes Jimin snicker.

The sound of Jungkook’s motorcycle comes to life as he presses into the throttle lever as far as it possibly goes, a roar of the engine tearing through the cloudy night.

You turn around to find Jungkook with his helmet over his head, leather gloves adorning his fingers as the wheels on his bike move against the gravel.

“W-wait! Jungkook, wait!”

The engine dulls down as you walk towards him. Jungkook passes you over the spare helmet he reserves for you when you ride with him as you easily slide it past your hair.You don’t need to see his face to know that he has the victory smirk on his face. Lifting your leg over the carbon fibre of the bike, you manage to slot yourself between Jungkook and the glass window at the front.

Once again, Jungkook presses into the throttle and the bike engine rumbles beneath you both as he navigates the vehicle out of the lot, leaving everyone else behind.

It’s been fifteen minutes of silence between you both. Nobody dares to say anything through the intercom. In those fifteen minutes though, you’ve managed to slide into a dangerous position as Jungkook steers you both down narrow streets. The motorbike vibrates at the base just below the seat and you can’t help but feel every single part of it.

You moan out loud into the intercom in your helmet, not trying to hide the pleasure that suddenly rakes through you. Deep vibrations from the hard metallic cylinders below the carbon fibre body rattle your body as Jungkook adjusts your position on the bike.

His palm applies enough pressure to push your body down, watching as your back straightens out as your chin lies against the frame of the motorcycle, giving Jungkook a clear view of the road in front of him. In your new position, you slide yourself back into Jungkook’s crotch, meeting the leather material of Jungkook’s pants and in turn trapping you in between his hard psyche and the body of the machine beneath you.

Jungkook is still in full control of the motorcycle. He presses the throttle and ups the motorbike into a higher gear. Feeling the wind pick up as you zigzag through the highway, watching as the streetlights illuminate the wet asphalt before they threaten to dim into full darkness.

The vibrations between your legs get stronger as Jungkook revs the engine, picking up speed and knowing exactly what reaction he is spurring out of you. You hear a small laugh from Jungkook, and it’s almost torturous, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

From behind you, you can feel his eyes watching you as your legs try to close themselves to alleviate the throbbing in your core but you come up short, having the metal of the motorcycle come in between. You grind your ass further into Jungkook; feeling his cock harden at your movements.

Without thinking, you rub yourself further into the luxury Italian leather of the seat, chasing the vibrations as your pussy overflows with your own lust. You want nothing more right now than to trace your fingers past the hem of your leggings to peel away the lace that is now fully sticking to your folds uncomfortably from your arousal.

“Give me your hand.”

Removing his hand from the handlebars, Jungkook finds your wrist and wraps your fist around the rubber handle. “Press down on the throttle,” he instructs, voice stone cold and laced in confidence. You do as you're told, letting your fingers grip the lever, pressing down until it doesn’t go any further.

Behind you, Jungkook adjusts himself, fighting against your own movements; a deep gritty growl vibrating from his chest, almost mimicking the engine of his Kawasaki Ninja H2R bike. Your eyes widen in surprise when you feel something thick and hard pressing against your ass. Your cheeks warm at the realisation, your lips parting as he purposely pulls you further into him.

Jungkook’s now free hand slithers under your arm and past your clothing to place it on your hip. Your hands begin to gather sweat as he massages the skin almost comfortingly — but you know better… especially after the environment he has just pulled you out of.

“J-Jungkook, isn’t this dangerous?” you stutter nervously as your heart rate picks up. You feel Jungkook sit up a little straighter from behind you, one arm still holding onto the brake lever.

His fingertips run along the band of your leggings teasingly before his fingers dip underneath the cotton band. You can’t help but spread your legs wider on either side of the body, an instinct that has been scorned into your mind. A silent plea for Jungkook to move his hands further down. To cup your wet pussy and slide his fingers inside. To finger fucking you on the highway under the glittering city lights just to eliminate your lustfulness.

Your breath hitches in your throat as your arousal leaks further into your dampened thong.

“Jungkook?”

Ignoring you altogether, you feel three fingers press into the material of your underwear. The motorcycle below you shakes as you struggle to concentrate on the road. Jungkook’s hand finds your clit easily and begins to rub soft and slow circles. He switches the direction of his fingers, leaving you on the edge, never knowing what next he’s going to do.

“Why are you so wet, darling? Was it me or was it Jimin that got you so dirty?” He goads through the intercom — the first thing he has said to you since leaving the parking lot.

At the accusation towards Jimin, your blood runs cold. It definitely wasn’t Jimin but Jungkook had some audacity to even ask when he’s three fingers against your clit.

“We aren’t doing this if you’re going to assume like a dick.”

Your hand finds his wrist as you grab at it, keeping him in place to continue playing with your pussy. You lick your lips as his fingers peel past your thong, sliding them up and down your slit to coat his fingers in your cum before sinking two of them inside of you, instantly knuckle deep.

Your cunt clenches around his digits as your mind goes dizzy with desire.

Jungkook pulls his fingers out of you, feeling the heat in between your legs before he inches his fingers back inside. A rhythm of steading thrusting starts, making sure to curl them up when his knuckles meet your clit.

“I don’t think we — shit — we should do this. It’s — fuck — so dangerous.”

Jungkook is still able to navigate you around the city with one hand with your help but as the pleasure and lust courses through you from his fingers, it makes you dizzy, losing your vision on the road slightly.

“Want me to stop, darling?” Jungkook purrs into the built-in microphone.

The way his fingers fuck into you is deliriously fucking good. He knows how to reduce you to nothing but a whimpering mess for him in so many ways. You don’t want him to stop. You never want him to stop.

And Jungkook knows. He always knows.

It’s like he can read your thoughts and leaves you hanging by a thread as he rips his hands away from your sodden core; pulling you away from any sort of pleasurable burst that was about to wash over your body any minute now.

The gasp that you exhale echoes through both of your bluetooth speakers is ear pinching as you try to come to terms with Jungkook denying you your opportunity to come. It leaves your eyes watering, pussy fluttering against nothing.

“What the fuck was that?” You pant, and a deep growl of dissatisfaction blends into your words spitefully.

The motorcycle slows down to a stop as it reaches its ending destination. Jungkook removes the keys to the garage from his pocket, clicking the buttons to open the entrance to his workshop.

The sounds of a heavy metal garage door thunders in your ears as you’re driven into the main area of the repair store. You watch as Jungkook’s leaden black leather boot wiggles under the motorcycle against the bottom of the bike to pull the kickstand out to allow it to stand on its own.

He is the first one to remove himself from the motorcycle, opting to run his hands through his now helmet messed hair. You follow his lead and will yourself to lift your leg over to the other side. It’s difficult to stand with the shake in your body. You’re unsure if it’s the adrenaline coursing through you or the lingering arousal you endured from the heavy vibrations.

Once you’re off the bike, you watch Jungkook off to the other side, pacing back and forth. He looks like he is having an internal battle with himself, so deep in thought that he may as well have forgotten you are there with him.

A distressed pair of leather pants hug tightly at Jungkook’s thighs, perfectly snug against the muscle underneath — all sorts of thoughts running through your mind at just how delicious his legs look in the material. It’s sinful and fucking mouth-watering.

Made from soft black leather, his jacket has a number of badges stitched securely onto the front and sleeves. With added stripes in sanguine red and olive green, the overall look of the jacket contrasts well against the black leather. To give it a more classic ‘biker look’, Jungkook has gone as far to wax the leather material to create a more vintage, edgy worn out effect.

Jungkook catches you staring at him as he unzips the top coat, revealing a sleeveless navy blue ribbed sweater-like shirt under the classic looking jacket. Throwing the leather over his shoulder, it lands in a heap behind him and you can’t help but watch as it falls heavily on the grimy concrete floor.

But what catches your eye is the arm covered fingers to shoulder in tattoos — not a dribble of skin left untouched, and you feel yourself itching to run your fingers over the words, patterns and shapes. You swallow hard as you watch as he crosses his arms over his chest. Your eyes land centre to his bicep; the colours within the intricate artworks being put to more good use as they show off every single tight muscle in his flexed arm.

With all the effort you are able to conjure, you’re able to rip your attention away from his body, but not fast enough as you look up to see Jungkook smirking.

“What are you playing at?”

Either Jungkook doesn't hear you or he’s heard you perfectly clear and he is doing everything he can to completely ignore you. And judging by the raise of his eyebrow piercing which catches in the night light like stardust and the light scoff that you hear, it’s the latter. Typical Jungkook.

This isn’t something you’re not used to. The push and pull between the both of you is scornful. Filled with aggression and fiery delight. It’s sickening yet all too consuming at the same time. It’s every reason why you find yourself unable to stay away from him, and vice versa.

Your eyes scan around the workbench in the repair store, striking gold as you find a tape measure underneath piles of tools and equipment.

“I’m talking to you,” you throw the measuring tape at his back to grab his attention. Your words are comparable to a snake spitting at its prey — filled with poison and ready to fight.

Your back is pressed against the adjacent wall, shortly followed by a pair of plush lips pressed against your own. The breath is knocked from your lungs and you’re unsure if it’s from being herded against the wall so abruptly or having Jungkook steal the air from such a bruising and breathtaking kiss. Either way, you hum in venomous delight as you open your mouth to allow his tongue to slither past your teeth and entangle with your own.

With one hand pressed against the wall next to your head and the other holding you still by the waist, you find yourself enjoying every moment of the dominance spilling from the man in front of you.

You reach your hands to his waist to roam underneath his ribbed crewneck style tank top, gripping the material in your hands and pushing it up and over his head. You take in his body. Completely bare for you — another tattoo etched into his beautiful skin. A Japanese traditional dragon. You see the tail starting at his hip as the body is drawn with pristine lines and dotwork all the way up his ribcage.

Wisdom, bravery and strength — traits both the dragon tattoo and Jungkook behold and symbolise. Although, his wisdom seems to vacate the second it comes to you.

You continue to take in the full sight of him. His torso is lean, and his chest and shoulders are broad and incredibly built. You have never seen anybody like him — and you doubt you’ll find anyone like him again. Healed scars, old abrasions, and bruises cover his chest and ribs and your fingertips gently travel upwards until they meet the tender marks.

His skin looks almost soft as the only format of light from the dim lamps and moonlight outside illuminates against his form. A hiss leaves his lips as you run your hands up and down his flesh, watching his eyes close tight.

“We could have got hurt,” you whisper, the words falling on deaf ears. Jungkook doesn’t want to think about his past battles in war — not right now.

Jungkook manages to slot his leather clad thigh in between your thighs, prying your legs to open wider for him. Your leggings only did so much to conceal your arousal, yet it didn't help that there is a dampened spot in the middle of the fabric;thankfully, he can’t feel it through his own pants, yet.

“You already hurt me, _____.”

You can barely recover from the intrusion of his thigh as you lift your head, looking at Jungkook dead in the eyes as they glare down at you, dark and filled with arousal of his own.

The garage is dark and dingy looking. The smell of oil, gasoline and sweat roaming around the room. It’s somewhat fitting to the man in front of you right now. Yet as his eyes darken and you’re only now taking in your surroundings, a shiver rakes through your body.

Jungkook presses himself further into you with his thigh, watching the way your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, a loud moan you are unable to suppress is loud and clearly heard by you both.

“W-what do you mean?” Like before, Jungkook’s gloved hand finds the waistband of your leggings once more, playfully grabbing at the elastic before taking the material back and letting it snap against your skin gently. With his free hand, he travels up your tummy, the feeling of your soft skin underneath his calloused fingertip brings him a sensation of delight. He brings it further up your body to skin over your clothed tits, squeezing over the lace as he grinds his thigh further into your cunt.

“You know what I’m talking about,” Jungkook’s eyes are stone, piercing through you entirely.

Your nipples harden at his movements, eyes rolling back into the back of your skull as you try your utmost best to keep your breathing steady and under control. It’s increasingly hard to do so when Jungkook flexes his quadriceps, giving you hard muscle to drag your aching, leaking pussy over.

“With Jimin.” His hand withdraws from your body, keeping you in place with his thigh as he straightens himself back to full height, only adding to his dominant aura. It makes you feel small underneath him.

A tear is heard throughout the small room and a chill suddenly finds its way creeping up your body. You look down in horror to find the thin material of your vest has been torn in half right down the middle. Your eyes quickly find Jungkook so you can demand why but before the chance finds itself, leather is skimming the skin of your neck until it finds you by the throat. His fingers squeeze at the sides of your neck just enough to slow down your breathing, a silent warning to not say a word.

“You went against what I told you today, didn’t you?” Jungkook is the first to cut through the silence with a rhetorical question, in his honeyed voice.

You have a habit of talking back to Jungkook, never liking not having the last say in your tiffs. You open your mouth to answer but once more Jungkook is quicker in thinking, knowing you far too well, and adds a little more pressure to the side of your neck. You can’t help but groan in near delight as the light headed feeling begins to crawl up on you ever so slowly but not before you manage to get some words out. “Did I?

Jungkook remains still. His eyes boring straight into your own as if challenging you to talk back to him once more.

Nothing. Silence.

The only sound to be heard is the heavy breathing between the both of you and all you do is let out a snort of laughter, as if this whole time it’s just a game.

“I just wanted to join in with you and the boys,” you say once more through gritted teeth. “It isn’t my fault Jimin fucking likes me, is it?”

“I don’t think Jimin ‘fucking liking you’ is the issue we have here, sweetheart. Letting him grind his cock against your ass in front of me and my boys is the problem we have.”

It didn’t matter how hard Jungkook’s hand was wrapped around your throat, the laugh that you let out was audible enough to taunt Jungkook. This was dangerous. You are in a small space filled with oils and gasoline tanks that in a single moment threatens to blow up if you keep playing with the fire inside Jungkook.

“You should have been the one to take me out on your bike then, then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” You lower yourself further onto his thigh, using your lower back to rest on the cold wall behind you. With everything in you, you use it to your advantage to keep you in your sitting position, essentially sitting on Jungkook’s thigh as you begin to press down harder, moving your hips back and forth to fuck yourself on him.

“Things may have gotten a little out of hand when he was showing me his bike,” you slide the straps of your bra off of your shoulders to pull the cups down and let your tits spill out. You feel the fingers on your throat loosen lightly, Jungkook’s eyes flickering down as he watches you grope your tits in your hands yourself this time. “He may have bent me over it a little too much and he may have pressed himself against me a little too hard when showing me the paintwork; but when was any of this my problem?”

No response comes from Jungkook. Instead, his grip on your neck falls completely in turn for slapping your hands out of the way to fist your boobs in his leather fists himself, watching as the skin peeks through the spaces of his fingers. The feeling of air returning to your body spurs you on further, gives you a newfound energy that you use to fuck yourself with. You’re so desperate to come that the pace of you riding his thigh increases, pleasure shoots up your spine and you let out a cry of arousal, your body is so wired it feels like your clit is making direct contact to his cock on every stoke.

In fact, Jungkook does nothing to stop you from chasing your high — what's strange is that he starts to encourage you to use him to get yourself off. He lifts his leg higher and further into you, flexing his thigh as tight as possible as he plants his hands on either side of your waist to help guide you, pushing and pulling you with both hands.

“Jungkook, kiss me,” you plead, voice light.

“No.”

Your eyes snap open at his denial to your request. He has never denied you a kiss before. Jungkook loves making out with you so this is brand new territory for you to be in and you’re unsure if you’re enjoying the answer. You don’t have the option to ask why before you get your answer.

“Don’t deserve it.”

Your eyes become glassy as little tears fill your eyes. Not because of Jungkook’s rejection, well, a little because of that, but because he fucking smirks as he tells you no and continues to pulls you harder into him.

Jungkook leans down towards your mouth and you follow him, leaning in to connect his mouth with yours, thinking he was just playing games with his previous refusal. But at the last possible second, he twists his face away from yours until his lips are grazing against your earlobe, grunts of pleasure and warm breathing warming your skin.

“I fucking love how wet you get for me,” Jungkook croons as he takes your earlobe in between his teeth and grazes it lightly. “I’ll kiss you when you’ve come.”

You jerk your hips erratically against his thigh faster and faster, your climax in fucking sight. “Jungkook, it would have felt so good to have you bending me down on top of the motorcycle instead,” you start, words etching a repetive image in Jungkook’s mind of you and Jimin once again. “To feel your arms around me. Your weight on top of me, your cock hard and heavy against me —, " you moan, continuing to grind against him, watching how Jungkook twitches and swells under the leather of his pants.

This time it’s Jungkook’s turn to groan, trying to angle his body in a way that his cock is beneath you, to have you aide both yourself and Jungkook at the same time, but to his dismay he can’t find it; the material not being too kind in stretching enough for him.

Your breathing becomes stuttered as a string of swear words leaves your lips as your orgasm washes over you. And as promised, Jungkook finds your jaw in his hand and brings your face up to meet his own before crashing his soft cherry red lips against your own.

He kisses you deeply with soft lips and a wet tongue that presses into the seam of your lips, begging for entrance. Your lips part obediently as you glide your tongue against his own. The taste of desperation and lustful desire on the tip of both of your tongues and you can’t help but moan softly, so saccharine sweetly for him.

In between the kiss, you feel a large hand at the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your hair as they tug at the root to pull you away from his mouth. Jungkook’s rougher nature starts to make an appearance and you can’t help but squirm in anticipation of what is to follow. The thoughts of him pinning you down just like you had asked in the midst of your pleasure moments ago swirls in your mind, causing goosebumps to rise on the back of your neck.

“If I had been anywhere near you earlier then I wouldn’t have been able to fucking stop myself from being the one to bend you over, waist down against my own bike just to fuck you hard and rough in plain sight of everyone around us.”

A puddle forms in your mouth at his words; unable to swallow as you picture the image in your mind of Jungkook doing exactly that with a crowd around you. You know he has a vouyeristic nature and a tendency to participate in exhibitionism but knowing he would go as far as too fuck you in front of a group of his friends, strangers to you, sets your body ablaze.

A fresh wave of arousal pools in your already soaked underwear as you muster up the courage to move around his thigh once more. But unluckily for you, Jungkook removes his thigh from between your legs and gives you a dry humourless laugh as he sees you trying to put the imagery in your mind.

“I can’t believe you’d fucking let me do that. Look at yourself — it’s pathetic.”

“I didn’t say I would let you do that.” Jungkook raises his tattoo arm and lands it on the wall behind him, keeping the other side free, knowing that if you wanted to leave, you would take the exit.

“You didn’t have to say anything. I can read it all over your body. Why else did you end up getting on the back of my motorcycle again tonight? Because it sure as shit wasn’t for a night cruise… not with me.”

You swallow hard as Jungkook bends down again so he’s face to face with you.

“Your mouth is watering for me. Your heart is pounding and I can fucking feel it. And now, the lower I get,” he stops to lick at the ring at the corner of his mouth and your eyes flit down to watch as he does. Watching as his tongue runs along his lower lip, wetting it as he goes before his tongue slithers back into his mouth and protrudes at the corners. “I can feel the desperation clinging to you for me to kiss you right now. Slow. Hard. Passionate. My tongue running down your neck. Taking in the smell of your arousal,” he punctuates his words by letting his palm squeeze at your tit again and sliding his hands down over your bare ribs.

Your eyes flutter shut as your hand firmly grips his wrist. Jungkook stops his movements, waiting for you to stop what’s going on between the two of you. But it never comes. Instead, you tighten your grip on his wrist and begin to slither it towards the elastic of your bottoms once again.

“Then what?” You moan, anticipating his next movement.

It’s clear to see that Jungkook is just as affected by this as you are. The deep movement in his Adams Apple suggesting he is swallowing hard to keep himself under control gives it away.

“Then I’d slid my fingers right under here,” and he does but goes no further than the lace hem of your underwear, “I’d make you come first around my fingers. Then on my tongue. Then on my fucking cock,” he whispers the last part as he presses himself into you, making you feel just how aroused is his. His cock, thick and hard against your pelvis. “Fast, hard, rough sex that you know deep down you’re craving from me right now.”

His fingers stop rubbing against your skin, forcing you to look up to find him with his eyes closed and jaw clenched together. “Too bad I’m not going to be the one to give it to you… Go ask Jimin, he seemed up for it.” The last sentence is said with spite as if the name of his best friend is nothing but searing poison dripping from his own tongue.

Stunned into silence, you roll your eyes. Of course this is still about Jimin. “Fuck you.”

Though his back is turned to you, you watch as Jungkook stops in his stride and opts for twisting his neck from side to side — cracking of his bones heard in the eerie quiet. You can’t see his expression but you know you’ve possibly overstepped the mark but right now, you can’t see anything other than blind vicious venom for the man in front of you.

“What did you say to me?”

Ignoring the warning bells that ring and rattle in your head over and over, you tell yourself you need to do this.

“You heard exactly what I said. You’re so caught up in your own messed up thoughts that you can’t see that I’m standing here right in front of you. I’ve always been right in front of you. You fuck me when you please but then you’re so quick to toss me away the second something so miniscule gets too hard for you to deal with. You pick me up just to throw me away like an old toy a child doesn’t want anymore. I’m not yours to just use and tear apart when you want. You don’t care about those around you enough to think about the repercussions of your shitty actions. So fuck you.”

You toss your head back in relief that you have finally been able to lift the dead weight off of your shoulders. If this is how you and Jungkook will end, then at least you did it with your pride intact standing up for yourself. You let out a deep breath as you try to zip up your jacket to cover your torn clothes.

With your head down in concentration, you’re unaware that Jungkook has come back and reaches for both your wrists, pinning them against the wall above your head, and he doesn’t look happy. His eyes are narrowed, glaring into you as if he can see through you, burning holes straight into the granite behind you. His jaw is flexed, shut tight, and his nose is scrunched up at the tip — not in the way you’ve come to love, but in a way that carries fear.

“Well if you aren’t mine, then who is it you belong too, huh?”

“That’s not what I mea-.”

Your sentence is cut off as his lips crash against yours hard. His teeth instantly pull on your lower lip to allow himself the satisfaction of tangling his tongue with your own. The kiss is passionate, filled with loathing and untold love for the other. Your eyes shut slowly into the kiss as you fight your wrists out of his hold in favour of wrapping them around his neck and pulling him against you forcefully.

You tug at the roots of Jungkook’s hair, breaking the kiss and watching as saliva connects your lips to his still. Your own body shivers as you take in the state of his hair dishevelled from your tugging and the motions of his chest rising and falling over and over in quick paces from being out of breath with just one kiss.

“Tell me. Who. Do. You. Belong. To?”

One more tug at his hair and you regain your fight. “You have no right to think I belong to you. Not anymore.”

“You like it when I do though, don’t try and fight what you already know to be true,” Jungkook answers, his voice low and gravelly.

Once again, Jungkook’s mouth is back on you with fiery desire. Teeth and tongue clash against each other in the fight for dominance within the kiss. You relinquish, knowing damn well that you would never win anyway, but the fight is part of the fun. He captures your lip back in between his teeth and nips hard enough that a tingling feeling reaches your lips, and you think he’s kissed you hard enough to draw blood. If that’s the case, Jungkook isn’t one bit bothered. Jungkook’s drawn blood before — the lashes and scars on his body are a testament to that.

Jungkook’s mouth detaches from yours and travels across your cheek toward your ear like he did earlier.

“You’re mine, you got that?”

“God, you’re such an asshole,” you spit, looking back at him with hooded eyes.

Jungkook sucks on your neck just below your ear, knowing exactly how to provoke you. The sweet spot on your body that only he knows. His mouth is greedy and careless as his teeth nibble hard at one spot and then another before his tongue immediately soothes the burn of your flesh. And yet all at the same time, you never want the burn to stop. You want him to keep going — to fully burst into flames and burn you with him.

But it isn’t like he was wrong. It didn’t matter how often you fought it never took away from the fact that you were absolutely, irrevocably his. A truth you cling to, never wanting that to change. And it may be toxic to fight and fix it with a fuck but right now you can’t help but need him right fucking now.

Jungkook just laughs, working one of his hands up to the nape of your neck to grab your hair and pull hard at the roots. You don’t fight back the moan that escapes your lips and instead you welcome the action with a salacious grin, feeling him exhale against your warm flesh.

You can tell he is needy as he furthers himself down to your chest, arms pulling the jacket off of your shoulders, ripped vest along with it. He continues to suck in mouthfuls of your skin, watching as it darkens and then placing more tiny little kisses around the sensitive area.

“I honestly hate you sometimes, Jungkook.”

Every moan, every whimper you release is for him. Moving your head side to side, you give Jungkook an all-access pass to every part of you. You shiver at the thought that the next time you’re with his friends will be when you’re going to be marked up all pretty, teeth marks and love bites littering your neck, chest and skin. Visible proof that Jungkook has claimed you as his.

“Want you on your knees, need to see how badly you wanna be mine.”

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you obey his words as you lower yourself to your knees right before him. With your head at the same height as his hips, you can see the hard length straining against his right thigh. Jungkook doesn’t waste time undoing the two buttons above his bulge before unzipping his leather pants — the sound of it ringing loudly in your ears and your mouth drools at the thought of what is to come next.

Jungkook pulls the tight leather down to his mid thigh, just enough for you to see his cockhead poking out the seam of his Tom Ford boxers. It’s a bright pretty peach shade, smeared in white slick from the precum that has been gathering since the start of the night.

“You hate me all of a sudden, yeah?” Jungkook asks mockingly, a growl vibrating from his chest.

It doesn’t even matter how often you see his length hard and ready, it always leaves you speechless, wanting nothing more than for him to take the words out of your mouth and replace it with his cock.

Noticing that your eyes are trained on his dick, Jungkook’s hand immediately plunges into the band of his boxers and fishes his cock out for you to admire fully. The pride is written all over his face as your mouth drops open slowly and you lick the corners of your mouth, then the skin of your lower lip. Jungkook bends down at his waist and tilts your head to the side to face you away from him before he spits on your cheek, a loud whimper leaving your lips. Jungkook watches as your head turns back towards him, eyes filled with lust as you feel it drip down your face.

“You want to hate me that much but look at you covered in me,” he degrades as he pulls you towards his cock and smears his spit and precum around the side of your cheek. “You can’t hate me that much sweetheart.”

You hear him sucking air through his teeth as your hand reaches up to run your fingertips over the protruding veins that run from the flushed, weeping mushroom head down to the base before handling his balls in your palms and giving one tight squeeze. You smile to yourself knowing just how affected he is. Affected by your touch, how it’s you that brings him to a halt. He hisses as your hand wraps around his shaft.

He is long, hard,and sensitive to the touch. Thick from base to tip, deep purple veins are prominent against his skin which decorate his cock so prettily within the wetness of pearly pearlescent cum. Your hand is barely big enough to close around him fully, making Jungkook laugh dryly at your feeble attempt.

However, you’re quick to shut him up as you squeeze his cock a few times, feeling him throb, his body tensing.

The yellow street lamps continue to stream through the small window and it’s just unfair how a dingy alleyway lamp can compliment him so beautifully. It creates a halo-like backdrop around him, almost teasing you enough to think heaven really lost their most sacred one; only you know that Jungkook is nothing but sin and inevitable danger. He runs a hand through his curly onyx shaded hair, allowing multiple curls to fall into his face and in front of his eyes and you can feel the desperation within you become all too consuming as it swallows you whole.

Taking his length into both of your hands, you feel how heavy it is in your hands, and you ache to feel the weight of it on top of your tongue. The glisten of cum leaking from his slit tempts you enough to unlock your jaw and pull yourself forward towards him. Your mouth wraps around his head the smallest amount, teasingly, eyes staring straight up at Jungkook as your tongue circles his slit for his taste.

You savour the saltiness of his pre-cum, making sure to suck at the slit to paint your wet muscle with more tangy goodness. Starting off slow, you kitten lick the head, coating his cock in saliva to ready yourself for taking him in further.

Your mouth sinks down further, passing his cockhead and taking in some of the delicious thickness of his length. Your lower lip drags over the underside of his cock, massaging the vein with every suck.

“Ah shit, such a good little cockwhore,” Jungkook hisses into the open, steadying himself with one hand on the wall behind you.

Looking up at him with lust behind your lashes, you keep eye contact with him as your mouth slowly makes its way further down on him and Jungkook closes his eyes and inhales a long deep sigh and lets it out through his nose as he groans. “Yeah, looks like you fucking love me or is just my cock down your throat you’re falling for?”

Jungkook’s words are accompanied by a tender hand to the cheek where the mixture of spit and cum has dried up. His thumb caressing you back and forward. You close your eyes and focus on taking him deeper into your mouth. Your willpower takes hold of you as you sink further down until you feel your nose touch the small hairs at the lowest part of his tummy where his pubic hair rests.

Moans fall around his cock as you feel your own arousal pooling in your centre, wettening your inner thighs as you squeeze them tightly to ease the thrumming inside your pussy. One of your hands falls to his balls, cupping them and gently massaging them. The hand that isn’t currently holding his body weight finds the roots of your hair once more and tugs it hard at the sensation.

“Lean back honey and let me fuck your mouth.”

Jungkook’s cock falls from your mouth, leaving your lips connected to his cockhead by three thick slivers of spit cum mix. Your knees ache now and your throat burns but you know that you will do anything to please Jungkook so you decide to sit back on your bottom and rest your head against the cold wall as Jungkook’s thighs move either side of you.

With you now pinned up against the wall, you open your mouth once again and let Jungkook press forward, enveloping his whole cock inside your mouth. Your eyes squeeze tight as you start to gag around him. The sounds of you struggling to accommodate his thickness spurs Jungkook on further as he starts to piston himself in and out of your mouth over and over before halting his movements and holding himself at the back of your throat. Mascara from your lashes starts to puddle under your eyes as you struggle to breath past the thickness stuffed in your mouth.

“Relax your mouth, honey,” Jungkook croaks out, too lost in his own pleasure.

Doing as you’re told, you manage to relax further which gives Jungkook enough room to push past the tightness of your throat to fuck further into the tight tunnel.

“Shit, such a good girl. You’re so wet around my cock; oh f-fuck baby, take it, d-deeper.” The words of encouragement made you smile the best you can, even with a mouth filled with cock. He pulls out once more and your body gasps for as much air as you possibly can before he is back inside you.

Your gag reflex plays up every so often as Jungkook fucks into you like it’s the last time he’s ever going to see you. Focusing on your breathing helps aid the intrusion as he keeps up the hard rhythm he has his hips going in.

Feeling his hips stutter, you know he’s close. You moan loudly around his dick, the vibrations coating his shaft as he lets out the loudest moan he has of the night. You swallow around his cock, making sure to hollow out your cheeks the best you can, wanting nothing more than to see the man you love come completely undone, spilling his love for you into your awaiting tongue.

But it’s like he can read your mind as he removes himself from your mouth, watching as your eyes widen in confusion.

“Wha-why didn’t you come?” You ask, your voice hoarse.

Leaning down, Jungkook pulls you back to your feet and then lifts you into his embrace, his hands under your ass to keep you steady as you wrap your own arms around his neck and legs around his tiny waist to secure yourself. Jungkook presses you against the wall and leans in to kiss you again. It’s not gentle but it isn’t as rough as his last few kisses have been. His tongue is still insistent but you allow him to meet your own tongue with no hesitation. You feel his dick twitch against your inner thigh.

“If I'm going to come, then it’ll be inside your pussy.”

You whimper at his promise and kiss him hard on the lips again as he walks you both away from the wall. You’re lowered back onto your feet, Jungkook taking a hold of each of your shoulders and turning you around until your back is facing him.

Realising you’re standing in front of Jungkook’s motorcycle, you swallow hard at what’s to come. His hands slide down your back, following the trail of your bare spine before stopping at the small of your back. His heavy booted foot slithers its way in between your thighs and pries your legs open, watching as they spread for him.

What comes next is a shock to you. Jungkook crouches down below you, one palm on your clothed ass cheek and the other in between your legs, rubbing back and forth on your pussy. The damp spot grows with every flick of his fingertips on your clit and Jungkook makes sure to apply added pressure to the sensitive nub as he rubs.

With no warning, a tearing sound from behind you is heard and your mouth falls open in disbelief. Cold air meets your ass and that’s when it dawns on you that Jungkook has completely torn your leggings from the back. Your body hurls forward as he continues to tear the cotton material until your full ass is exposed to him. Mortification and unadulterated desire creeps up on you, warming your skin and setting your tummy alight at the realisation of the situation. But Jungkook doesn’t finish there. Grabbing the lace of your underwear, he pulls with all his strength at the article of clothing and rips them apart too. They stay on your body by your hips but the middle of your underwear is torn and dangling in between your thighs, pussy now in his vision.

Your pussy drips embarrassingly for him as your legs stay spread wide for his own enjoyment and pleasure. It’s so fucking degrading and yet you can’t seem to get enough of pleasing him.

Taking the situation into your own hands, you grab at your asscheeks and pull them apart to give Jungkook all the access to your dripping core. “Jungkook? Look how wet I am for you, baby.” You wiggle your ass left and right and back again, taunting Jungkook to touch you.

“Filthy fucking girl.” Jungkook caresses your ass. A hand is lifted and is brought down just as quick to slap you across your left asscheek.

You snort at his attempts, knowing just how to rile him up. “Is that all you got?” You grin and even though he can’t see you, you know he knows you’re grinning. He can hear it in your tone. You arch your back slightly, sticking your ass out toward him.

He slaps you once more, this time to the right listening to you hiss at the contact, prompting him to smack you again on the other side, and again back on the left — alternating cheeks until your ass is searing warm and you’re a babbling drooling mess. Jungkook dips his hands back down in between your legs and a string of curse words are sworn out loud when he finds your pussy wetter than when he started.

“Please Jungkook, I want you,” you beg, knowing you mean it in more ways than one.

You're waiting for Jungkook to do something as you stand there in front of him, pussy dripping and skin searing. Looking over your shoulder, what you didn't expect was for Jungkook to walk away from you towards his workbench filled with all kinds of equipment for fixing up bikes. You watch as he picks up something red but his body shields most of the item from your prying eyes.

He comes back and you see that the item is long and dangles from his hands as he holds it in two hands. Jungkook picks your hands up from holding your ass and places them at the bottom of your back before binding the item around your wrists.

It’s when you feel the thick PVC that you realise he has tied your hands with a pair of jumper cables. What is even more mortifying is after he finishes tying up the leads, he bends you forward onto his bike with your tits pressed against the leather of the seat in the exact same compromising position that Jimin had you in earlier in the night. But this time it’s Jungkook, and you’re bound to his liking awaiting his cock.

“Don’t fucking like seeing what’s mine with anyone else… especially not fucking Jimin,” he snarls.

Jungkook spits from behind you into his palm and grips his cock, fucking his fist in eager strokes at your bound bent state right in front of him. He pushes his cock down to swipe through your folds, catching your arousal and coating himself in your wetness — a messy concoction mixed with his own cum and spit.

“Whenever you’re in this position, you’ll be reminded that I’m the one who fucked you raw on their motorcyle.” Jungkook pushes into you at the end of his speech while his hands slither to your hips and grips the skin tight.

Usually Jungkook preps you before he fucks you, using his fingers and tongue to open you up for him — stretching you wide to fit his thick length inside but other than him finger fucking you earlier in the night, there was nothing.

The bulbous head of his dick presses further into you until it finally passes past your tight hole, stretching your cunt open, the burn welcomed almost immediately as your head falls forward and you whimper at the pained pleasure.

You manage to keep your breathing steady as your lips are caught in between your teeth to stop yourself from moaning further. Your cunt flutters around him as he continues to push himself forward; struggling to take him in fully from the lack of foreplay. You can only thank the high heavens above that Jungkook let you use his thighs to get off, to get you wet in preparation of his cock because without it, you’re absolutely sure that he would have had you apart just like your clothing. Soiled and ripped into two halves.

“So big…” you whisper, beginning to feel the lightheadedness creep over you.

Jungkook helps slightly by pushing you off his cock until it is just the tip sheathed inside your cunt before he pulls you right back into him — his cockhead already pressing against your cervix as your pussy stretches to accommodate him — moulding itself into the perfect shape just for Jungkook. Folds white and creamy each time he pulls out, just how he likes it.

Your walls relax enough to allow Jungkook to start pulling and pushing you onto his cock. You spread your legs further for him, the new space allows your body to accept him easier. Jungkook swears as he eventually bottoms out within you, hot and swollen.

“Am I giving you everything you wanted, sweetheart?” Jungkook snarls, “my little cocksleeve.”

Your mouth drops open as Jungkook keeps rolling his hips into you, feeling every inch he feeds into your greedy cunt. The bike beneath you both shifts and you hear the metal from the kickstand below grind against the floor, the machine threatening to fall but this only goads Jungkook to fuck you harder.

All that radiates from Jungkook right now is power and dominance as he completely takes over your body, using it as his own personal fucking toy. His cock manages to glide inside you with such ease, reaching deep inside of you. Each thrust accompanied by a feral grunt, as if he is putting everything he has into each pump of his cock. The sounds of the skin of his hips and thighs meeting yours fill the darkened room. Your duet of moans loud enough to be heard on the other side of the town.

“God, Jungkook! You fuck me so good — keep going — .”

Jungkook keeps up his pace, fucking into you rough, breaking his own promise from earlier. He sinks his cock back in with ease, the squelching of your cum, and skin slapping mixed with your harmonious moans fill the room. The site of your ass rippling with every thrust makes his mouth water. His hand grips your flesh and lets his fingers dig in, giving it a spank… and again twice, and thrice for his own pleasure of watching your body bounce for him.

Reaching forward, Jungkook finds your clit and circles it with two long slender fingers. You tremble beneath him, feeling your body tense as your orgasm approaches.

“Want to play with your ass,” he goads, knowing exactly how much satisfaction you gain from it. Undeniably, him too.

As quick as his fingers find your clit, they are removed and you almost let out a whine of disappointment. You’re not fast enough to give him an answer to his question before Jungkook takes his two fingers and presses them against the tight ring of your asshole, teasing little circles on your hole.

The sensation gives you flutters in your tummy, your pussy clenching at the promise of being completely filled with every part of Jungkook. Without warning, he presses his two fingers further, breaching your tight hole and immediately curling his fingers inside.

The feeling of his fingers inside your ass as he fucks your pussy makes your cunt flutter around him, which also allows your ass to tighten around his fingers too. Your hands try to reach out for Jungkook but the movement brings a nasty reminder that your wrists are still tied by the jump leads, leaving you craving to touch him even more.

You can't do anything but lie against his motorcycle as he fucks into you from behind with a ruthless pace, pushing your body into the bike.

You cry out when he finds that earthshaking spot inside of your ass. "Yes, right there," you cry.

Grunting, Jungkook makes sure he concentrates on that spot in your ass. Pulling his fingers all the way out, spitting on them to lube them back up and then pushing back into you knuckle deep. The sounds of his cock fucking into your cunt, wet obscene squealching sounds, his fingers in your ass and the slapping of skin picks up and it’s the most erotic sounds the both of you have ever heard. It may be the best sex you have both ever had.

It doesn’t take much more — just a few more drags of his fingers in your tight ass with his tattooed fingers as he continues to impale you right down on his cock until you cum, almost blacking out from how forceful your orgasm is. It's breathtaking and you can't keep your eyes open as he fucks into you, spurts of your cum splattering him as you struggle to breathe.

Jungkook moans, pushing harder into you while you are still working through your orgasm. Cunt tight and pulsing around his length, he smirks when you squeal out his name again.

“Another.” He demands, keeping up the harsh slap of his hips.

Jungkook fills your ass with a second finger this time. The arrival of his middle finger is a tight squeeze but he manages to fit it alongside his forefinger perfectly. You feel your muscles constrict around his fingers at the new intrusion. Your cum spilling out of your used pussy as Jungkook fucks you raw like his own filthy possession. Like his own dirty fleshlight.

Your head turns swiftly to the side to see Jungkook above you. His hair is in a disarray, small droplets of sweat hiding behind his tresses of hair, allowing strands upon strands to stickily cling to his face. You watch as his abdomen flexes with each stroke, the deep V lines of his pelvis appearing and disappearing with every thrust. His cock exits you covered in your white viscid lust from your first orgasm as your second nears.

“I’m coming —,”

He looks monstrous with eyes dark and dilated with lust as his lips are caught in between his canines, expression clouded with carnality. He looks so beautiful like this. In the midst of his own pleasure.

You feel your body tense all over as your second orgasm rips through you. “Right there, please, I-I’m coming,” you scream, head blank and dizzy from the pleasure as you come all over again. Your body is tense and tears fall from your lashes and coats your cheeks in wetness. You mewl and scream, Jungkook plunging his cock harder and harder into you, coaching you through your high.

Pulling out of you, Jungkook pulls you off of his bike with the jump cable lead in his hand and guides you to your knees. Jungkook tilts his head to the side as your mouth envelopes him once more, opting to suck on his cock rough and fast.

He gathers his fists on top of your head to still your head as he begins to fuck into your throat with renowed vigor. Your eyes close as you taste both your own cum and Jungkook’s salty essence all at once. You relax your jaw to allow Jungkook to push himself past the tightness of your throat as he gives out a feral grunt with every stroke of his cock.

“So eager to have your mouth stuffed with my cum, aren’t you!?”

You hum at the praise, mouth too full to tell him exactly how it makes you feel as you squeeze your eyes closed in pleasure. With one final thrust, Jungkook stills his hips, his cock blanketed by your oesophagus at the back of your throat, leaving you gagging and coughing. Spurts of warm cum paint the back of your mouth as you feel him slide out of you as he reaches his orgasm. White sticky cum coats every part of your throat, tongue, and cheeks as you look up into his eyes, tongue hanging out for more.

You both put your lips back around his dick and suckle softly on the tip, tongue teasing the slit for more cum. Jungkook falls back slightly, using his elbows to prop his weight up against the workstation his tools are on.

You pull away from his cock, making a loud ‘pop’ as your lips leave his head. You shower his dick with small kitten kisses, feeling it soften against your lips.

“Jimin will never be able to fuck you like I do, sweetheart, just remember that.”

Again, warmth radiates all over your body at his words — the knowledge of you being his and his only gives you a prideful buzz.

Titling your head to look at Jungkook, who is towering over you, you smile a sweet saccharine smile and wink. “Jimin will never be able to fuck me like you,” you agree. “But what about Taehyung?”

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rattyioli · 2 months ago

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Since Alfredo's babies have opened their eyes they've become very mobile. I'll be having daily play time sessions with them probably 2 to 3 times a day to help socialize them. so far they're doing really good even though I haven't handled them too much up to this point

If the baby allows you to use them like a fidget toy then that's a good sign

As you can see the baby's body language is very relaxed, I was also keeping in mind the heart rate since it's pretty easy to feel, and it was steady and normal, no elevation. The pup did try and grab at me a little bit while I was turning them over but overall was being really good. you can also notice that the back feet are tucked up against the belly, that is a very good sign since it means the baby trusts that I won't drop them.

#rat #ratblr #pet rats #ratties #pasta rattery #petblr #fancy rat #rat breeding #baby rats #newborn rats

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littlejuicebox · 1 year ago

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Naughty or Nice?

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x F!Reader/Tav Summary/Setting: The first winter post-BG3 / You became Astarion's consort and you're at a ball... he likes to toy with you. Rating/Warnings: M+ / Smut / Spoilers for the game / Cursing / Improper use of mage hand / BSDM vibes / Dom Astarion vibes / teasing, masturbation, overstimulation, exhibitionism, mentions of flogging, etc. Word Count: 3K Notes: This is 3/5 "Days of Star-mas!"

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Yet another holiday ball, how dreadfully boring.

You sigh as you tug on your dress for the millionth time before a sharp pinch on your rear stuns you into stillness. You let out a soft hum as you feel the warm breath of your lover against your ear, tickling your neck before he playfully nips at your ear lobe.

“Now be a good girl and quit fidgeting, my treasure. I want everyone to see how beautiful and desirable you look in that dress, and your hands keep getting in the way of such a delectable view.” Astarion chides, running his fingers down your bare spine, leaving a tingle of excitement in their absence.

You’re sat, as always, on the Vampire Ascendent’s lap; it’s quickly become a well-known peculiarity of your coupling that your ornate throne beside him hardly sees any use. You wriggle as the elf continues to wander his pale fingers up and down your spinal column. Apart from your neck, your back was Astarion’s favorite part of your body to display. Almost every gown he dressed you in nowadays, as his perfect, beautiful little doll, left that sinewy form around your spine well-exposed.

Tonight, he’d dressed you in another one of his custom, ridiculously expensive and more ridiculously provocative pieces, commissioned by one of Baldur’s Gate’s most revered clothiers.

The gown was a deep burgundy, hand draped to your curves and covered in countless glimmering crystals. A deep sweetheart neckline was barely held up by two dainty, useless straps. The back of the gown left your muscled form on full display; the final bits of your lower spine were partially obscured by a crossed set of laces, tied neatly in a bow and not leaving anything to the imagination as the skirt of the dress clung to your hips.

The Vampire Ascendent had called you the “perfect present” for his Midwinter Ball, and you were expected to play the part of his perfect consort as he presented you to several of the Guilds this party hosted.

Astarion’s hand grazes up your leg, fully exposed to him by the thigh high slit cut into the gown. You writhe as your lover teases you, letting out the softest gasp as his hand just barely brushes under the slit of your gown before traveling back down toward your knee.

“My perfect little present,” He murmurs as the music from the band swells, “Take a turnabout the room for me, little love. Let everyone feast their eyes on your beauty and covet what is mine.”

You knew the Vampire Ascendent always aimed to use you as a status symbol at these silly parties. You were quite the spectacle as the renowned hero of Baldur’s Gate turned into his obedient, and always provocatively dressed, consort. It was such a stark change from the heavily armored warrior woman you had been less than a year ago. The statue in the town square, made to your likeness, truly looked nothing like you anymore. You had been a fearsome, rugged, warrior… always caked in dirt and blood; but now, you were a perfect doll, always pristine and well-kept.

You groan, not really wanting to partake in the charade tonight, but Astarion gives you a little tut, and the sharp warning look on his face was enough to force you out into the crowd. The Vampire Lord may have a soft spot for his consort, but he was not above punishing her, if need be.

You slink off your lover’s lap and saunter about the Great Hall, gold chalice in hand, politely nodding here and there to several of the guild members that meet your gaze. More of them, you notice, are too distracted by the high cut of your gown and the spilling of your cleavage to actually meet your eyes. Typical.

Soon enough your pathway is interrupted by the leader of one of the Mercantile Guilds, a tall blonde human woman with an accent, whose name you’ve all but forgotten. You truly had no interest in the elbow rubbing and political chess matches that occurred at these soirées.

“Lady Ancunin… I was hoping for a moment to speak with you.”

The woman begins to ramble on, promoting her Guild, which currently holds control over majority of the sea trade to and from Baldur’s Gate. She is expressing concern over a smaller, but growing, faction and asking for support from the Ancunin House. You find the entire thing unbelievably boring, and barely stifle a yawn.

Suddenly, you hear Astarion’s voice in your ear, and your attention shoots to the high table where the vampire is lounging in his throne, sipping from a chalice, his scarlet eyes locked on you. It’s clear the lady merchant is none the wiser as she babbles on, and you soon realize the Vampire Lord is communicating to you through your blood bond.

“Now, now, little love. Pay attention and look interested. You know as well as I do that Lady Beauchamp prefers to use you as the middle person in our dealings, hoping your supposed “mutual alignment” as the "fairer sex" works in her favor. Perhaps you require a bit more… stimulation to keep you from looking so terribly bored.”

His voice reverberates through your mind, enveloping your psyche in a lover’s caress that quickly causes you to become slick with desire. You watch Astarion subtly snap his fingers at the high table, and shudder as you feel the cold tracings of a finger along your spine — an invisible mage hand, no doubt. Your eyes widen and flicker from Lady Beauchamp and back to your lover, where he is smirking in twisted delight before he turns away from you to laugh at some comment made by another one of the nobles.

The tall guild leader continues, “So, as you can see, Lady Ancunin… this faction is cause for— are you alright?”

You’re trembling as you attempt to hold some level of control over your reactions. How could he toy with you like this? The invisible mage hand has now trailed underneath your gown and started petting your barren slit with two cold, invisible fingers. Damn Astarion for never allowing you to wear undergarments and compelling you to take them off every time you tried to preserve a modicum of your own dignity.

You cough, trying to cover up the gasp that so desperately wanted to escape your throat. “Y-yes Lady Beauchamp, my apologies, it’s a bit cold in here what with the winter air. Please do continue… w-what is it you’re asking of our House?”

Lady Beauchamp’s eyes flicker over your scant, silken gown and you catch a glimpse of judgement in her eyes; you know she thinks you improperly clothed for the season. But she’s wise enough to hold back any comments and instead continues on with her end of the conversation, pleading her case for aid to you.

You are held as a hostage to your own arousal, thighs trembling as you are held on an edge your lover will not allow you jump off of. You wring your hands on the stem of your goblet, nodding at the merchant woman and trying your hardest to feign interest.

Gods you were dripping. You absently wonder if the signs of your arousal were becoming visible through your gown. Your eyes flit back to Astarion, and his gaze is fixed on you once again, a cocky eyebrow raised as he traces the rim of his goblet with one slender finger. You’re silently pleading with the Vampire Ascendent for mercy with your wide eyes and all he does is chuckle and shake his head, eyes crinkling in dark delight.

No. There would be no mercy. You feel the slickness dripping down your thighs as the mage hand plunges into you and you roll your eyes up to the ceiling as you stifle a moan.

“So… what do you think?” Lady Beauchamp asks, her head tilted in confusion. You realized too late that she’d been waiting for your answer, and that the pause in conversation had become uncomfortable enough for her to prompt you.

You nod your head slightly, barely able to breathe as you form the next sentence. The mage hand was back to stroking between your folds, and as you barely catch the scent of your own arousal, you worry that Lady Beauchamp would soon smell you, too. “I-it is much to consider, but I will plead your case to Lord Ancunin. Now I apologize but if you’ll excuse me, my husband has beckoned for me at the high table.”

Astarion has, of course, done no such thing. But you swiftly exit the conversation with the Guild leader and head back towards the Vampire Ascendent.

When you finally make your way back to your lover, he grabs your trembling hand in his own solid, strong one. He possessively tugs you closer to him, and then the Vampire Lord plants a kiss to your knuckle. He smirks mischievously, eyebrow cocking as he flits his hungry eyes to your groin. The mage hand is still continuing its ministrations and has now started to lazily circle your sensitive little nub.

“I can smell you, my treasure… and see your little trembles as you try so hard to be a good girl and keep it together. Absolutely delicious. What a tempting little treat… look at you, with your cheeks all flushed.” He coos, scarlet eyes moving up to look into yours. When you meet his gaze, you see hints of dark, possessive desire in his eyes... and a bit of sadistic pleasure as he witnesses your suffering.

You moan as the mage hand plunges into you once more, and even though the high table is now barren as everyone else has swarmed to the dance floor, you feel the pricked heat of embarrassment spreading across your face.

Astarion chuckles and drops your hand before running his fingers up your exposed thigh. “I think you’ve been a good little pet tonight. And you will soon get your reward. Go to the bedchambers and wait for me... I’ll send the mage hand with you to keep you company, of course.”

All you can do is nod your head, before turning on your heels and swiftly exiting the ballroom. You nearly sprint to your bedchambers, certain now that the evidence of your arousal is seeping onto the gown. As you enter the bedroom, you move to rip your gown off, but the mage hand swats your hands away from the laces. It seemed the Vampire Lord wanted to be the one to unwrap his little present tonight.

For a moment you consider touching yourself, but as soon as the thought crosses your mind, you hear Astarion’s tut of disapproval within your psyche.

“Now, now, little vampling. Be a good girl and wait. Before I’m forced to have the mage hand bring out the flog."

You whine in desperation again and hear that dark chuckle within your mind. The mage hand is continuing its ministrations, now aggressively teasing your nipples as you settle yourself on the bed to wait for your lover. Your entire body is wracked with overwhelming desire, every inch of you trembling as the invisible hand continues its torture.

“How long will I have to wait?” You breathlessly ask to the air, but you know that Astarion is always listening. There is a beat of silence where you think perhaps the Vampire Lord is purposely ignoring you, but then he responds, clearly entertained by your little predicament.

“Oh… not much longer, my treasure. Patience is a virtue. I’ll see you at the end of the party.”

The party wasn’t set to end for another hour. You nearly scream in anguish as another dark chuckle caresses your mind. Pinpricks of frustrated tears begin to form as you wiggle with the mixture of anticipation and overstimulation. Gods you wanted to touch yourself so badly; you were wringing your hands together to avoid the temptation.

“Little love… it is up to you if you’re going to be naughty or nice. But you know what I will be forced to do, should you choose to be naughty.”

You whine again. An hour… you could withstand the torture for an hour, couldn’t you? Surely you could choose to be nice.

And hells, if you chose to be naughty… the pain was always worth the pleasure, in the end.

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cloudsontherainbow · 8 months ago

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Vox Tickle Headcanons!!

Because my art has been making itself at a very slow rate, have some Vox headcanons that rot my brain while you wait

These are mixed up with lee and ler because I was just going on a rampage

my lil guy @hype-blue-fixation was most of my inspiration for this

WARNING: Some might be a bit intense for some viewers so keep that in mind!!

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Can NOT say tickle when in a lee mood, replacing it with “tiggle” or “tword”, however in a ler mood he’ll be sure to make the lee crumble by just that word

Absolutely bullies the lee if he’s the one wrecking their ass, there will be zero mercy

He’s a evil teaser, that is his weapon

“Ohohoh look who just found a bad spot~”

“Let’s see how loud I can get you..that way I don’t have to tell everyone how ticklish you are, you’ll be doing it yourself~”

Will not stop till safe word is said, he wants to saver every single second he has to drive the lee crazy

Instead of “soft to rough” tickles, he likes doing “rough to soft” tickles

When in a ler mood, he likes scratching his claws on anything (ex. On his desk, edge of his sleeves, running them on the walls)

When in a lee mood, he will hang around his pet sharkies a lot, getting subtle cuddles from them<3

He’d rather burn in hell twice than ask for tickles.

In a lee mood, he’ll be extra sensitive to any sort of touch; flinching away from hugs, pat on the back, even handshakes

He’s a runner and will try to escape if even a mention of him getting tickled is said

Bratty.

Even while getting his ass wrecked, he’ll say bratty comments

“Is this all you got??”

“And here you said you were gonna have me breathless, where’s all that talk?”

Except once you really get him cackling, he will be begging for his life

He’s a stomper

And of course, a squirmed too, this man WILL NOT stay still no matter what you do

The back of his head/tv panel is his worst spot. No one will convince me otherwise.

You can very much trick him to admit to wanting tickles; teasing him the whole day with slight touches, subtle teases, anything that resembles tickling will drive him insane to the point where he will burst

“STOP IT with the stupid fucking teasing, you’ve been fucking with me the entire day. Just t-t-t-…fuck-“ Just imagine the ler smirking down at him, getting the tv man flustered as fuck and realizes it was a trick all along~

“I don’t want it anymore. Get AWAY from me!!-“

Has ticklish palmmmssss

He actually doesn’t mind when Vel/Val just trace his palms, using him as a fidget toy

He rants to his sharks about the tickle scenarios in his head, and it’s a lot

When he gets too flustered, he has to release it in some kind of way; whether that be punching the floor, kicking his feet, insulting (with no real heat) to his ler, and etc, anything you can think of

When he wants to cover his face, he just rotates his tv head 360 degrees and lays it on the ground

But that exposes his tv panel so it’s a big gamble to hope that his ler doesn’t know that’s even a tickle spot

#clouds do write #sfw tickle #hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel #tickle content #lee!vox #sfw tickle community #ler!vox #tickle headcanons #headcanon #tickle headcannons #vox headcanons #vox hazbin hotel

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joekeeryswife · 11 months ago

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angel baby - a.t

hello everyone! first Alex imagine and of course it is a dad one lol. i feel like that’s all i’m good at writing. here is holding his daughter for the first time, probably has some mistakes. short and sweet, enjoy🩰

he had no idea he could love something so much. his heart felt like it had exploded. he loved you of course but this, this was a different kind of love.

“my angel, we have been waiting for you” he cradled her, his eyes darting across the newborns face as she slept peacefully.

his finger softly stroked her cheek, she newborns cheek twitched slightly, obliviously it had tickled her. he was in awe.

“god you look like your mum. she has said from day one that you’d look like me but deep down i knew you’d be as beautiful as her” he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

you were sleeping soundly on the bed across from the pair, a difficult labour had worn you out and Alex had begged you to get some rest even though you didn’t want to you obliged.

“your mummy had a very hard labour with you, i was so scared but now you’re here and you’re both safe. it still doesn’t feel real” it was true, it was fairly known that Alex had his fair share of girlfriends in the past.

he didn’t even know if he’d wanted to be a dad but that all changed when he met you. as soon as he laid his eyes on you he knew that you were the one he was meant to marry and create a family with.

you were quite a bit younger than him, him being 38 and you being 28 made people talk but he didn’t care. he loved you and no amount of hate comments would change that.

“i can’t believe i am your dad” he didn’t know why but he could feel himself welling up. just looking at this perfect angel that he and you had created just blew his mind.

the baby shifted in his arms, a small stretch and a yawn followed. she slowly blinked, her dark eyes matching his. she was only five hours old, probably wondering where the hell she was but their eyes locked and a few tears fell down his cheeks

“hi sweet girl, look at you with your eyes open already” he shifted slightly, getting himself more comfortable in hospital chair.

he sniffled “you have got so many people excited to meet you princess. you’re the first grandchild, you’re going to be so spoilt”

his parents where getting older and with him being the only child he wanted them to have at least one grandchild to carry on the Turner name.

his mother had been ecstatic when she found out she was going to be a grandma, and she was even more excited when she found out it was a girl.

she had knitted all different hats and blankets for the baby, her room was filled with clothes and toys they had bought because this was a huge deal to them.

alex heard you stir as you slept, he finally took his eyes off of his baby girl to check if you were okay. you had a traumatic labour, baby girls heart rate had dropped as you were pushing and as you pushed her out you got quite an awful tear leading to you getting 24 stitches.

you didn’t wake up, only stirring to get in a more comfortable position and Alex watched you until you stopped fidgeting to make sure you were okay.

after what happened, Alex knew he would do everything in his power to make you as pain free and stress free as possible. he turned his attention back to the small newborn in his arms. the two of you had discussed names, some being too unique, some not being unique at all and some being just boring but finally after nearly a full blown argument about her name you had picked one which suited her perfectly.

“now i know that you’re a newborn and you’ve literally just entered the world but we need to stick together and make sure that your mama has no stress. you’ve got to be the most perfect newborn ever. she had a very difficult time bringing you into this world” he leant back into the chair and adjusted the baby carefully in his arms.

she looked at him, eyes blinking slowly as she looked up at her father “yeah, you’re looking confused now but you definitely know who i am. i used to speak to you all the time when you were in there” your daughter already had thick brown, curly hair under her pink hat the hospital gave you.

“you know, you really are one of the most beautiful things i have ever seen in my life and i have seen quite a few pretty things in my lifetime” he lent down to press a small, sweet kiss on her forehead. “i’ll never let anything happen to you angel. i love you so much Posie”

#fanfiction #imagines #alex turner #alex turner x fem!reader #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x you #alex turner masterlist #alex turner fluff #alex turner imagines #alex turner imagine #alex turner x reader #alex turner dad!#dad!alex turner #alex turner x reader imagines #arctic monkeys x reader #arctic monkeys #arctic monkeys imagine

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magicalbats · 3 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 Day 7: Lycaon x Reader

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 5732

Warnings: Afab!reader, boss/employee, sex toys under clothes, master/servant roleplay, overstimulation, power dynamics

A/N: It's been interesting watching other 'not furry's be converted to the dark side thanks to Lycaon the same as I was. He almost feels like a litmus test in a way. lol

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A curt knock at the bathroom door interrupts your ceaseless fretting and brings your head up with a snap. Oh, this could not be happening.

“Are you quite ready yet?” Lycaon calls out to you, his tone of voice as soothingly calm and collected as it ever is, but in this particular instance it has the exact opposite effect of making your pulse nervously jump.

Was this how Corin felt every day, all jittery and skittish of even her own shadow? You were amazed at how she could even function in any capacity let alone a professional one if that was the case, but as you look into the mirror over the sink you’re struck by the obvious panic reflected in your own eyes. Alright, you had a decision to make. You could still walk away from this, tell him you don’t really need the job after all and hand in your uniform. The line had not been crossed yet even though you were skirting dangerously close to the edge of it.

You could still pack it up and go home.

“Is everything alright in there?” Lycaon tries again, and this time the creeping note of concern in his mild mannered tone makes you spin around to face the door with your back pressed up against the sink. This so could not be happening right now. You couldn’t believe you were really about to go through with such a ridiculous, wildly inappropriate exchange with your boss.

“Y - yes, Lord Lycaon. I’m just — tidying up my clothes a bit, that’s all. I’ll be out in a minute.”

On the other side of the flimsy wooden barrier you can hear his weight shifting almost imperceptibly from one prosthetic foot to the other. “Ah, I see. While it is good to be mindful of one’s appearance, you needn’t worry about that today. I’ve taken care to ensure that the other housekeepers know they have the day off so I can focus on your training without interruption. I’ll be waiting here for you whenever you are ready.”

You can’t quite help the whimper that slips out of you. That was the whole crux of the problem, wasn’t it?

Cheeks burning hot, you stiffly fidget in place to test the position of the egg shaped toy he’d given you with the brief explanation that it was to help with today's lesson. Of course you’d thought he was joking at first, just an exceedingly rare display of levity from the head butler of Victoria Housekeeping Co., but the mirthless stare he’d proceeded to level you with quickly assured you that he was in fact not kidding around. And in retrospect, of course he wasn’t. It was stupid to have ever even assumed he was when sexual harassment lawsuits were such a big deal.

Not to mention that this was Lycaon you were talking about here. He very rarely if ever joked about anything … ugh! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Try as you might though, the pink silicone egg is much too attention grabbing where it’s sitting wedged deep inside your cunt for you to find a truly comfortable position where you don’t notice it as much. Its insidious shape was clearly streamlined to push in on the receptive nerves inside your body with precision and accuracy, and it does so with alarming results. You could feel yourself slowly getting wet around it even though you try very hard to pretend like it wasn’t there at all.

Initially it hadn’t seemed to you very different from wearing a tampon so you’d somehow deluded yourself into thinking you’d get used to it once it was inserted … but you were beyond mortified now to realize that that is not the case. If anything, it was just getting worse.

All it took was the smallest shift to make it feel like it was pushing in on your guts in a way that wasn’t exactly pleasurable but it also wasn’t unpleasant either. As if the simple, basic design of it was putting just enough pressure on the right spots to make your pussy subconsciously react even though you didn’t really see anything to be excited about in this situation. The fact you’d let it get to this point was astounding in and of itself but you didn’t have much else in the way of options.

Rent would be due in the next week and if you didn’t manage to find a new job in that time should you quit this one … frankly you didn’t even want to think about that possibility at the moment.

So you finally draw a deep breath to ground yourself and steady your quaking nerves before pushing off from the sink. Walking is a bit awkward with the toy stuffed inside you but it wasn’t impossible, just difficult. You can feel your legs trembling slightly with the effort as every single blaring siren in the back of your mind frantically urges you to rethink this.

You couldn’t afford to do that though. Not when it might mean losing your apartment just for the sake of maintaining your pride.

Your one and only consolation is that Lycaon has proven himself to be nothing short of a true gentleman in the brief time you’ve known him, and you didn’t think he would use this opportunity to take advantage of you. He’d said this was for training purposes only and you so badly wanted to believe that.

Sure enough, he’s standing perfectly poised in the hallway when you hesitantly open the door and peek out. You catch him in the process of checking his pocket watch but at the soft creak of the hinges his big, pointy ears twitch in your general direction before he glances up.

Noising a brief sound of approval, Lycaon quickly tucks his watch away and folds his arms behind his back. Well, he certainly didn’t look like someone who was about to pounce on you and rip your clothes off at least, so there was that.

“Excellent. I trust you’ve made the necessary preparations I tasked you with?”

“Yes, sir. I - I put it in, just like you told me, but … is this really necessary? I don’t understand what this has to do with housekeeping.”

His posture perfectly tall and straight, Lycaon steps closer to put a gentle but massive hand across your back so he can nudge you into motion with him. The fact he politely keeps it up around your shoulders rather than reaching lower to grope or manhandle you only serves to confuse you even more. It was as if this really were just a means to an end and he didn’t have any actual stakes at play here.

“You have my sincerest apologies for not providing a satisfactory explanation to you earlier. But as I said, this is only to help you. It is not a punishment.” Tipping his head down to regard you as he leads the way down the carpeted hall towards the dining room, Lycaon fixes you with a look of sincere remorse. “If you’ll forgive me for being so blunt, I noticed that you’re often easily distracted. We can’t have any lapses in our attentiveness when it comes to the needs of our employers, so I thought this might be a good exercise to hone your ability to focus.”

Your head positively reels at that. “B - but Ellen - -“

“Her problem is entirely different.” He cooly cuts across you. “And I will see to her as well in due time. As far as you are concerned, I’ve come up with a lesson plan for today that I think should net positive results. Just remember that I am not forcing you to do this and you are free to leave at any time.”

The unspoken ‘but you won’t have a job anymore’ hangs heavy over your head, encouraging you to keep quiet.

Stepping into the dining room together, your attention immediately flicks to the quaint tea cart sitting off to the side from the sturdy oak table in the center. There’s already a pot and place settings laid out on top of it as if in preparation for serving. But rather than there, Lycaon guides you over to the head of the table where he surprises you by pulling out the empty high backed chair and taking a seat in it.

Vaguely the puzzle pieces start to fit together while you watch him scoot in just enough to casually stretch his long legs out underneath the neatly clothed table, getting himself situated with an air of refinement in every gesture before finally glancing up at you where you’re stood next to him.

“Are you ready to begin?”

You’re not so sure it was even possible to be fully prepared for what was about to happen, but you still find yourself meekly nodding your head anyway. You weren’t usually like this and yet …

“Good. Then this is what we shall do,” Taking on the smart intonation of someone delivering a rather cut and dry lecture, as if the topic were nothing more exciting than complicated algebra, Lycaon retrieves his cellphone from his pants pocket with a purposeful flourish. “I’m going to play the role of the client and you, my dear, will be in charge of seeing to my every need. In order to ensure our generous benefactors are completely satisfied that means you need to stay alert and even anticipate their wants before they can voice them. I’ll instruct you as needed throughout some of the tasks I’d like you to do, but I also expect you to pay attention as well. Is that understood?”

You swallow your nerves down hard, hands helplessly clutching at the front of your uniform. “Yes, sir. And … and the toy?”

“That I will control through the use of this application. As time goes on, I’ll continue to up the speed and power which means it will be your responsibility to keep your attention focused on what’s important rather than letting it wander.”

Deliberately, he sets his phone down on the table to show you the screen pulled up on some sort of app. You can’t really make a whole lot of sense of what you’re looking at with all the different buttons and settings controls laid out on the page, but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. It was a remote controlled toy he’d given you and he planned to torture you with it.

That realization makes your stomach flip in on itself, dread settling in your gut like a heavy lead weight even while you try to figure out how he possibly knew how to use one of these things. Lycaon was not the most adept when it came to technology and you’d heard that Ellen occasionally had to show him how to utilize some of the basic features on his smart device with varying results, so where was this coming from?

Technically the logic was there though. You would have been lying through your teeth if you’d said he was wrong for wanting to test your focus in this manner, with what was arguably the most distracting form of sensory input that existed, but still. The simple fact he’d chosen this method above all else embarrasses you a great deal, making you squirm on the spot. You were seriously going to give Corin a run for her money if you didn’t knock it off soon.

“Your mind is wandering again.” He murmurs, snapping you out of it with a little jolt.

“I - I’m sorry, Lord Lycaon. I understand the assignment. Should I just …”

Drawing a quiet breath that makes his broad chest slowly expand, the wolf Thiren leisurely reclines back into the chair with a subtle nod. “Yes, I think I’ll have some tea now. Be a dear and fetch it for me, won’t you?”

It takes you a prolonged beat to realize this game of pretend has already started, and you rush to bob an inelegant curtsy even when it makes the toy push up into you in a curious manner. “Of course, sir. Right away.”

But before you can turn to fetch that for him, Lycaon pointedly clears his throat to get your attention. Hesitating there with your hands balled up in your quickly wrinkling skirt, you stare at him in confusion.

And then it clicks. He was playing the role of a client which meant …

Flustered heat promptly races up your face as you stutter out a rushed, “M - master. I’ll have that ready for you in just a moment, Master Lycaon.”

He hums a soft sound of approval at that and you quickly turn on your heel to stumble from the table, eager for a chance to regroup. You were such a frazzled mess you felt somewhat faint in the wake of that exchange.

But you only make it a few steps before the toy in your pussy suddenly comes alive, buzzing a faint sound between your legs that seems to greatly pale in comparison to the intense vibration that starts up. Squawking a half choked sound of surprise, you lurch to a halt only half of the way to the tea cart and double over as if you’d just been sucker punched. Stiff and halting, you simply stand there for a harrowingly long stretch while you try will your body not to react to it.

You’re fighting a losing battle though, and you can feel the mild tension in your loins slowly curling itself into a tighter ball of pent up kinetic energy while the roiling sensation works through your cunt. The warm, distantly tingling pulse makes you feel even more lightheaded than you did just a moment ago, swaying unsteadily there on your feet. And this was only the first setting? You weren’t so sure you could survive this.

If the dizzying rush of unwarranted arousal didn’t kill you, the humiliation would probably finish the job.

But even now you’re still keenly aware of Lycaon’s gaze lingering on your stiffly hunched back, watching you closely to see what you’ll do, and you know you have to at least try to complete this test. It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t in any way polite of him to do this to you, and yet there’s a stubborn little part of you that was resolved to see this through.

So you force yourself to take another step forward even when your legs don’t want to cooperate, and then another until you at last reach the tea cart with no shortage of effort. Your hands immediately come up to grab the edge of it and steady your wavering balance through sheer force, struggling to keep your head on straight. It still didn’t exactly feel good in the strictest sense, not even now when it was insistently buzzing away at your guts, but rather it’s just so … intrusive that you find it hard to concentrate on anything else.

Even your breathing is a bit strained as you carefully work to take the waiting pot in your hands and pour some out into the cup on its dainty, matching saucer. This was ridiculous, you quickly decide. And not just the bizarre situation you’ve found yourself in, but also the glaring fact you couldn’t even handle this level of vibration without nearly falling to your knees.

Alright, maybe Lycaon was right. Maybe you were easily distracted, especially when your pussy was involved, but was this really the way to train that out of you?

And more to the point, why had this been his first choice before literally anything else?

“Quickly, now.” He calls over to you, the sound of his voice making you twitch so hard you almost spill tea everywhere. “It’s rude to keep your employer waiting too long. You must be expedient and punctual if you wish to give satisfactory service to our clients.”

“Yes, Master,” You grit out as you stiffly set the teapot back down with a louder than intended clatter.

You can hear Lycaon humming a soft sound of criticism behind you at the rough handling of the china, but luckily he doesn’t comment any further than that. For the best, really. The longer that continuous buzz kept going the more on edge you were starting to feel.

Taking a quick moment to gather yourself, you breathe out a shuddering exhale before taking up the smaller hand tray and turning back towards the table. Your progress is slow and haltingly careful as you make your way over to where he’s seated, clenching the little handles on the tray hard enough to make your knuckles hurt. If you spilled the cup now there was a very real chance you’d automatically fail this strange test though and likely end up in the hospital on top of that. You could clearly see the steam rising up from the shuddering liquid as much as you can feel it wafting across your face, indicating that it was still quite hot.

Steadily watching you the whole time, Lycaon waits until you’re about an arms length from the table before sedately reaching over to tap something on the phone screen. He does it so decisively and without hesitation that you don’t even get the chance to protest, and all you can do is suck in a ragged gasp when the vibrations suddenly swell. It feels like the silicone toy is just relentlessly battering the walls of your cunt and putting so much pressure on the sensitive nerves therein that you lurch with a wounded noise.

Your knees threaten to buckle right out from under you as you valiantly attempt to keep the tray leveled out while dragging your feet forward at the same time. It’s incredibly difficult, the tray shuddering almost violently in your hold, but somehow you manage to make it. Somehow you reach the table just in time to half set half drop it down on the clean white cloth so you can clutch the edge of polished oak wood instead.

Outright hissing through your teeth, you pitifully squirm and fidget against the onslaught of sensation even though you already knew there was no way to escape it. The only reprieve you would find was in having the damn thing taken out, and given the way Lycaon observes you with unfaltering interest you knew that that time wouldn’t come soon.

Dammit. As if this wasn’t already bad enough, you could feel your pussy eagerly flooding around the toy to ooze gossamer slick into your panties and having him stare at you like that wasn’t helping in the slightest. Your nipples were starting to coil against the soft cotton of your bra too, the arousal so sharp and debilitating that it was getting hard just to think straight. What if you really came like this, right in front of him?

“You’re having a hard time concentrating again.” Lycaon murmurs, evidently more to himself than to you, but that doesn’t stop you from flicking your gaze over at him.

“My apologies, Master. I’ll serve your tea right away.”

Viciously hissing through your teeth, you force your body to gingerly straighten up out of the defensive hunch you’d fallen into against the table. Your motions are painfully slow and stiff as you struggle to pick up the saucer without spilling its contents everywhere but you eventually manage to set it down before him. The little sugar bowl and cream quickly get tossed down as well, and then you’re taking the tray in hand to back up a step.

“Is there anything else I can, nghn, g - get you, Master?”

“That will be all for right now. Thank you.” He says, then in a softer voice he adds, “Take a moment to collect yourself.”

You aren’t sure how you’re supposed to do that when the insistent, buzzing whir between your legs is still going strong and it sounds almost deafeningly loud in the otherwise quiet room. Gnashing your teeth in an attempt to stay the pathetic little whimpers that try to crawl up from your throat, you dazedly watch Lycaon take the cup in his oversized paw and give it a sip.

But it’s an uphill battle though, and one you don’t seem likely to win. Your cunt is so wracked by intense tremors that you can’t help but squirm in place, blithely squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure between them. There wasn’t anything you wouldn’t have given in that moment to simply lie back on any available surface, spread your legs wide and rub your clit aching and raw. The worst part was, you weren’t even convinced that it was only the vibrating toy to blame for your current state.

Lycaon’s masculine presence certainly played into it as well, and you understand that on some intrinsic level as you look him over as if in a stuporous haze. Some Thiren were more beast than human, but he decidedly had the proportions of a man and even his general facial structure was rather close to your own. His snout wasn’t so long as to truly give the impression of a canine unlike some others you’d seen or known, and his hands were still shaped like a humans despite being tipped with black claws.

He registers in your mind just as any other man would despite the fur and in that moment when your pussy was warmly throbbing around the egg shaped silicone, you can’t help but want him. This doesn’t exactly come as a great shock, because you did find him rather handsome, but … he was your boss. And despite what the current situation would have otherwise suggested, he hadn’t shown any signs at all of being interested in you like that.

This was just part of your training, a means to an end. He didn’t have any personal stakes here.

Right?

Softly seething under your breath, you drag your gaze lower to appreciatively admire the broad barrel stretch of his chest underneath the clearly tailored waistcoat. As usual the collar was left open to allow him to breathe, and you’re struck by the intense urge you suddenly feel to play with the tufts of fur sticking out under his neck. Surely that hadn’t been his actual goal in doing this, you’re relatively certain of that, but if it was it's certainly working.

As if hearing your thoughts loud and clear, Lycaon’s ears twitch in your direction seconds before he glances up at you. Your lungs hitch with a not fully realized gasp as you look back at him, too lost in the swimming delirium that’s come over you to even pretend to be embarrassed about it. He’d caught you ogling him and sizing him up, so what? It was his own fault for turning your own body against you in such an insidious manner.

“Are you quite alright? You appear to be struggling with this far more than I expected you to.”

A soft whimper manages to escape as you awkwardly shift your stance. “Any normal person would, Master Lycaon. How — how did you even come up with something like this in the first place? I didn’t expect you to be into this sort of thing …”

Relenting with a rumbling sound of consideration, he reclines back into the chair again as if to think on that question but the gesture pulls your gaze lower still. As if you couldn’t fight the magnetic pull any longer now that there wasn’t anything in the way, you glance down at his lap. And you nearly jump right out of your skin when your attention fixes upon the very noticeable bulge pushing up at the front placket of his dutifully pressed slacks.

It’s as if someone has just ripped the rug right out from under you to leave you in a spiraling free fall, and the new tension running through your body makes you clench down on the toy. It feels all the more heavy inside you as a result, your hips giving a pitiful, subconscious little jerk. The pressure rapidly swells and folds in on itself all at once and you shudderingly hunch in on yourself even as you frantically try to make your pussy relax instead of tightening up.

But it’s no use now that it’s already pushed you this close to the edge. You precariously hang in the balance for a tortuously drawn out moment and then your cunt slowly squeezes down hard enough to toe the line of discomfort, and you abruptly find yourself cumming with a strangled cry of distress.

Your legs tremble almost violently through the onslaught, threatening to give out and dump you on the ground. But by some small miracle you manage to keep yourself upright, merely staggering forward half a step to unsteadily brace against it. A tortured, faltering groan is all you allow to slip while you screw your eyes shut and ride it out until the pulsing spasms finally start to subside.

Except the toy just continues buzzing without even lessening its intensity and you soon find your body giving up the fight altogether. Weakly, you collapse onto the floor where you drop the hand tray with a dull clatter in favor of curling protective fingers around your middle. You’re more than just a bit horrified to realize you can feel the buzzing from deep within you, even through layers of skin and clothes. Sucking in a wet, half strangled breath while your legs continue to twitch across the floor, you tip your face up to send Lycaon a harried look.

You’re not at all surprised to find him carefully watching you with his chin resting along the back of his loosely curled fist, just observing you and your unseemly display. But from this angle on the floor you can clearly see his tail swishing back and forth where it’s curled down over the edge of the chair and you realize he’s not nearly as disinterested in what’s happening as you’d first thought him to be.

If the obvious tent of an erection wasn’t enough to convince you, the tail certainly was. He may have largely looked like a man, albeit one with big, attentively pointed ears and a cute black button nose, but he was still a Thiren. Still a wolf with all the hard genetic coding and natural instincts of one.

It was incredibly hard to imagine that someone so polite and gentlemanly could really be hiding a predator underneath that well mannered facade, but there wasn’t any use in denying the obvious anymore. Clearly he was more interested in you than he’d let on. But then why go through all this trouble and approach the situation in such a roundabout way when he could have just as easily simply asked you out … unless he didn’t think you were likely to reciprocate his interest?

Or maybe it was that he quite plainly didn’t know how to approach someone in a romantic capacity.

“M - Master Lycaon - -!”

“I think I may owe you an apology, my dear. I’m afraid I might have underestimated the full extent of this particular training technique. I must admit, I’m more than slightly ashamed of myself.”

Sighing out a terse breath, he rather stiffly adjusts the way he’s sitting in the chair with a slow creak from the wood. Where you’re sitting on the floor you can tell that he’s trying to lessen some of the strain in his slacks but it clearly doesn’t do him much good. It probably shouldn’t have come as a surprise given his great height but he looked big through his dark pants.

“To answer your question,” He goes on, a sheepish note creeping into his voice now. “I decided to check online for any training tips or educational videos that might be of use to you but I somehow stumbled upon some very interesting pages instead. I thought it all rather inappropriate at first but then I found one that implemented this kind of technique for training housekeepers and it seemed quite effective. The maids were all very attentive to their master’s needs so I thought … well, I suppose I thought this would work similarly even if I were to take away the sexualized factor at play in those clips. But I can see now that I was mistaken.”

Your head positively spins at that explanation even though you’d already started to suspect it on your own. But it was still somehow vindicating knowing that you were right, that he’d gotten this bright idea from internet porn and now your pussy was paying the price even if he claimed he’d tried to remove the sexual angle from it. You weren’t so sure you entirely believed that, but you could question him about it later.

For now you’re much too focused on tracking the movement of his hand as he reaches for his phone where it’s still sitting on top of the table. Judging by the remorseful expression on his face you could guess he planned to turn the toy off and call it a day, to go back to the drawing board for another idea, but you were a little too caught up in the warmth of your afterglow to allow that to happen.

“Wait.” You blurt, clearly surprising him a great deal considering how he snaps his head back around to look down at you. Moving cautiously slow, you get your rubbery legs underneath you and push up to brace on your hands and knees, trying to catch your breath around the sharp throbs of arousal still making you shudder. Your pussy was horribly oversensitized in the wake of your orgasm but it felt mind numbingly good too, even with the toy mercilessly battering at your guts.

God help you, but it felt good.

“Don’t turn it off, Master Lycaon. I - aighh think we can still make this work …”

“Whatever do you mean?” He asks incredulously.

Panting heavily, you will your body to crawl forward and it grudgingly cooperates even when doing so just makes you squeeze down on the vibrator in this position. You fight through it though, relishing in the sticky warm consistency of your cunt weakly trying to milk the silicone of something it simply didn’t have to give. That was alright though. If you played your cards right you just might get to feel something even better inside you soon enough.

That thought keeps you going until you at last find yourself kneeling between Lycaon’s feet underneath the table, peering up at him from under the dainty drape of the table cloth. And it’s obvious he’s woefully unprepared for the sight of you like that because he squeezes his hands into tight fists along the armrests and just stares at you with a deeply anguished look. As if he greatly enjoyed seeing you like this but he wasn’t sure if that was alright or what to do with it.

No matter. Now that you were no longer on such uncertain footing as before you could act with the conviction and confidence you hadn’t had earlier, and you find that this is much more natural for you than the wilting wallflower display you’d shown when you weren’t quite sure what to make of any of it.

Decisively, you reach up for the belt buckle around his waist and his breath immediately catches with a sharp intake.

“You are not obligated to do this. I admit I made a mistake in subjecting you to such an unorthodox training method, which in retrospect I now realize was quite shortsighted of me. But I swear upon my honor that this was not my intention here with you today.”

“Don’t worry about it, Master Lycaon. You told me to focus on my master's needs and anticipate how best to serve them, didn’t you?”

“Well, yes,” He hesitates, his one visible eye flicking between your face and where your hands are steadily tugging at the top button on his slacks. “But this wasn’t really what I had in mind at the time. I certainly don’t expect you to offer this kind of service to an employer.”

Sending him a coquettish bat of your eyelashes, you start to tug his zipper down. “Of course not. You’re not actually my master though, are you? Aren’t you just pretending to be?”

“Yes, but …”

He doesn’t seem quite sure how to answer that one, falling silent as you finish getting his slacks open and gently start to tug them down his thighs only enough to expose his underwear. The thick, heavy outline of him is even more impressively obvious like this and you take a moment to carefully feel over that bulge before giving it a faint squeeze. Lycaon hisses a soft sound, a vaguely tortured look flashing across his face, but he doesn’t try to fight it. He just quietly watches you slip your fingers into the band of his briefs, getting your first good feel of that surprisingly soft fur when you begin to slide them down.

The cotton momentarily catches on his length but one good tug is all it takes to have it springing up in the air just in front of your nose. You’re fascinated to find his cock is of a fleshy, smooth textured consistency that looks perfect for grabbing and sucking. Surely fucking too. And just like the rest of him it’s some delightful amalgamation of human and beast that doesn’t lean too heavily in either direction, something about its streamlined shape exciting you far more than any of the others you’d seen in the past.

Your mouth hungrily waters as you rock forward on your knees to get a taste of him, the shift making your buzzing cunt clench down on the toy in a fresh rush of sensitive arousal. This may not have been the best method for teaching you how to effectively work as a maid but …

If Lycaon had an interest in this sort of play you were perfectly happy to oblige him, even if it meant giving your boss the chance to ruin you for any other man or Thiren out there. It was a risk you were willing to take if it meant he’d fill you up with something much more satisfying than this measly toy.

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Crossposted: here

#zenless zone zero #von lycaon #lycaon x reader #self insert bullshit

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gravehags · 1 year ago

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naked in that garden

Pairing: Rain x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: PinV sex, period sex, breeding kink, the usual ghoul tenderness, Cirrus cameo

Words: 2,013

Summary: Rain stops by for a visit. You know exactly what he wants.

a/n: sweet sweet Rain my lanky bass boy. i know there's a freak hiding underneath that sensible, haughty exterior.

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Cirrus wears an amused look as she watches you inspect your backside in the full-length mirror.

“Bruised to shit,” you growl, giving her a look. “I’m not going to be able to sit down for a week.”

Hopping off the bed she slinks over to you and runs the flat of her palm over the sensitive skin as she watches both your nude forms reflected in the mirror.

“Poor pet,” she coos, mouthing at your shoulder. “I’m sorry for getting carried away but you were just so tempting. So plump and eager.”

Cirrus continues to lick her way up your neck and you feel a twinge of interest from between your thighs. She’s sliding her hands over your breasts to pinch at your hardened nipples when your phone lets out a very loud, very obnoxious sound. The moment is thoroughly ruined as you pick up your phone off the dresser to turn off the alarm and grab your bathrobe. Cirrus looks extremely put-out as she watches you slip the garment on, covering yourself from her view. Slipping your phone into your robe pocket you approach her and take her face between your hands.

“See you later?” It’s more of a statement than a question but you give her the option of declining all the same.

With a dramatic sigh, she nods and swoops in for one last lingering kiss. Before she can wrap her arms around you and drag you towards her you’re reluctantly slipping out of her grasp. You make towards the door and when you put your hand on the knob and look back, she’s giving you a sad little wave. It takes all your strength to leave that room and the ghoulette inside it behind but if you’re late to mass, Papa Secondo is going to be most displeased.

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A few days pass, filled with the usual duties, when you’re finally struck down. Your period arrives with a vengeance and although you are annoyed, you are mostly pleased it’s shown up at all. You have no idea if ghouls can impregnate humans - probably something you should have asked Swiss on that first day - but you’ve been playing fast and loose despite your regular consumption of birth control.

You’re curled up in bed, cozy underneath your duvet, when you hear a hesitant series of knocks on your door. You sit up slightly before calling out with a hoarse “hello?”

“It’s Rain,” the muffled voice says through the door to your quarters. “Can I come in?”

You’re a sight after spending the entire day sequestered in your room. A sympathetic sister covered for your daily duties after you explained to her your annoying predicament and you’ve been in bed ever since. Your hair is mussed and you’re wearing nothing but a big t-shirt and your underwear underneath your covers. You sigh and rub your eyes wearily.

“Yeah,” you call out. “Yeah, come in.”

He opens the door as quietly as possible and creeps toward you, his slender form casting shadows around the room illuminated only by your bedside lamp. When he approaches your bed, his tail is twitching behind him as he delicately sits on the edge.

“Hey,” he says, fidgeting with his hands. “We were worried about you today. Sister Marguerite said you’re ill and–”

You smile, turning on your side towards him.

“Not ill, exactly,” you sigh, watching him gaze down at you softly. “Just human bullshit. I’m on my period.”

He nods and scoots towards you, fingers tangled in his lap.

“Is there anything…is there anything I can do to help?”

You regard him from your reclined position. Rain’s dark hair hangs around his pretty face, broad shoulders rising and falling with his steady breaths. His hands, long and slender, toy with the fabric of your duvet. You don’t know Rain as well as the others - he’s something of an enigma to you - and all of a sudden you’re filled with the desperate desire to familiarize yourself.

“Do you want to stay with me?” you inquire softly with a knowing look, your hand reaching out to brush his. He looks down at you with parted lips and wide, dark eyes.

“Yes,” he whispers, eyes traveling over your form. “Yes please.”

You understand exactly what it is he wants, particularly after he stands and you see the bulge pressed against his black jeans. Nuzzling into your pillow you watch him undress, admiring the curve of his spine and the way his blush reaches all the way to the base of his horns. He hesitates before sliding off his underwear and your mouth goes dry. He’s beautiful, nude and half-hard before you and you long to slide your mouth over the swollen tip of him. Instead you scooch over in bed and pull back the duvet, gesturing for him to join you. Gently he clambers in beside you and he sighs when you draw the covers back over the both of you. The two of you are face to face now and you lean forward to brush the tip of your nose against his. When he reaches up and slides a hand into your hair, you let out a contented noise in the back of your throat.

“Do you want me?” you whisper, your eyes seeking out his. Something shifts and he stares at you with blown-out pupils.

“You have no idea,” he growls before slotting his lips against yours.

The kiss is hungry as he buries his fingers in your hair and you moan into his mouth. He coaxes you open with his tongue, licking into you with ferocity you did not expect from him. Bringing his body flush to yours, you feel the kick of his cock against your belly and your cunt aches in response. When he pulls away for a moment you whine until you realize he’s trying to work your shirt off over your head at an awkward angle. You sit up slightly to help his cause and suddenly the garment flies over your head and onto the bedroom floor. He’s on you in an instant, sucking your nipple greedily as you fist his dark hair.

“Rain,” you breathe, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He hums around your hardened bud and slides off with a pop to give you a dark look.

“Need you so bad,” he intones, “you have no fucking idea.”

You gasp as his hand slides down your body and into your underwear. When he cups a slender hand against your mound you squirm with delight. He slides one finger against your clit, rubbing languid circles as you buck into his touch.

“Nice and wet, all for me,” he murmurs as he kisses your neck, continuing to work his finger against the nub. When his hand pulls back to the waistband of your underwear you cringe a little.

“I’m bleeding,” you say, biting your lip. “I’ll make a mess.”

“That’s the idea,” he says as he licks a stripe across your collarbone. You resign yourself to the fate of sullying your clean sheets as he slips your period panties off you, eyeing the mess of blood and slick on the gusset as he pulls them to eye level. You’re embarrassed, cheeks and chest flushing but he gives you a grin full of sharp teeth and tosses them over his shoulder, diving back in for another heated kiss. You slide your hand down his chest, making sure to brush his nipple so he moans into your mouth, on a path towards his cock. When you slip your fingertips over the head he flexes his hips into your touch, precum dripping on the sheets. His calloused fingertips return to your cunt, dipping into you to gather your juices and slide them over your clit. When he kisses you again as you both stroke each other, it’s sharp. Fangs peek out to nip at your bottom lip until he’s drawn blood, which he licks up eagerly.

“Need to fuck you,” he groans in your ear as your fingers work over his shaft. “Now.”

In an instant, he removes his hand from your cunt and grips your hip to pull you closer to him. When he grabs his cock to tease at your entrance, your eyes roll back in your head. Rain spreads you open with two fingers and slides into you with one solid thrust, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“Fuck, Rain!” you gasp as he slips almost all the way out of you again. When he slides back in it’s with more gentleness, yet no less firm. You hook your leg around his, granting him greater access and he grips your thigh with sharp claws. Slowly, he begins to set a consistent pace and you sigh with delight.

“So beautiful like this,” he groans, and he hesitates a moment before he speaks again. “Would you let me breed you? Fuck into you again and again until it takes,” he inhales sharply, “and you’re round and full with my kit?”

Your jaw drops open as your cunt clenches around him. His thrusts continue, becoming more insistent. You never thought the idea of being impregnated would arouse you but your moans have become louder all of a sudden, the stretch of your walls more intense.

“Y-yes,” you pant and his pace picks up. “Fuck yes, fill me up. Please.”

You can feel and hear the mixture of blood and slick as his fucking becomes more frantic at your words. Pulling him in for a bruising kiss, you grip the back of his neck, digging your nails into the flesh. You can hear him crying out under your mouth so you pull away, nose to nose with him.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he rasps, sliding a hand down to your cunt to toy with your clit. “Please.”

“Yours, Rain,” you keen as his fingers slip against you again and again. “I’m yours!”

When he coaxes your orgasm out of you, your back arches, pushing your body even closer towards him. His cock continues to slam inside of you, desperate to reach his own end. As you come, your cunt spasms around him and he grips the back of your head to press his forehead into yours.

“And I’m yours,” he grits out, thrusting erratically, “we’re all yours, baby.”

We. The word makes you gasp and clench around him once more as you come down from your high. We.

You are the ghouls’ and the ghouls are yours.

As he spills into you, you vaguely acknowledge the tears sliding down your cheeks. He continues fucking you even after his seed seeps out of you until he’s crying out from the overstimulation. Gently he pulls his softened cock from you and you both lie next to each other, panting. When you raise a hand to lightly stroke his cheek he nuzzles into your touch and turns to place a kiss on your palm.

“Hey,” you say quietly, snuggling closer to him. “That was really nice.”

When he smiles your heart sings.

You feel another rush of blood seep out of you to join the rest of the mess between your thighs. You must be making a face because Rain laughs, sliding out of bed to stand.

“C’mon,” he murmurs. “Your shower still broken?”

“No, actually,” you say, getting the gist, “got it fixed yesterday.” When you slip out of bed and stand you groan at what you see on the sheets.

“Ok, shower and then we gotta change these things. Ugh those sheets were almost brand new.”

You stomp towards the bathroom and Rain captures your wrist in his hand, drawing you back to him.

“Beloved,” he whispers, bringing your hand up to his mouth to kiss it. Your chest aches from the way he gazes at you and you smile - a bright, sincere thing with all of your teeth.

“Thank you,” you say simply.

The words you really want to say - words you have been wanting to tell all the ghouls - linger in your mouth but you can’t yet find the courage to speak them into existence.

Soon enough.

#rain x reader #rain x female reader #rain x f!reader #rain ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

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2chopsticks2eyes · 1 year ago

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Not to make you work again buttt

I feel Minsung would be the type to have sex in her room when she's not there (before she becomes a part of the relationship). They're closet pervs

OMG NAUGHTY MINSUNG ROOMMATES

My guy, I could totally see that. 🥵

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You were roommates with them and openly accepted their relationship. However, they couldn’t help but notice your door wide open one day when you had to rush out of the apartment when you got called into work. What they saw in there really got their gears grinding. You had left your dildo out in the open and they couldn't get the thought of you using it that morning out of their head.

You had hung out that morning with them on the couch, squeezed in between them and you were starting to fidget and act weird. Jisung had felt bad when he nuzzled into the warmth of your neck while watching tv and you shot up off the couch, quickly excusing yourself and rapidly retreating to your room.

At the time, it had concerned them, but now they realized what the problem was. Minho was the first to enter your room as Jisung tentatively followed.

"Hyung... It might just be a coincidence..." But before he could say any more, Minho confidently picked up the toy. "Minho! What are yo--"

"Shhh, Sungie." Minho brought the toy to his nose and drew in the scent of your essence that coated the toy. "Hannie, baby. She definitely got off to the thought of you." The elder said with a wicked smile.

Jisung's eyes widened and he stepped forward to inspect as well. "N-not just me, hyung... us..."

Minho's eyes said it all. He gingerly placed the toy on your nightstand and stalked towards the blushing Jisung. Without another word, Minho pushed Jisung back on the bed and crawled on top of him, bracketing the younger man’s small body with his strong limbs.

“H-hyung! What are you doing?! We can’t do this he—“ Minho instantly cut off Jisung’s entire train of thought once he captured his lips in a searing kiss and pressed his body against him. They were both getting increasingly hard at an embarrassingly fast rate and Jisung threw his head back as Minho’s kisses lowered down the column of his neck.

Just the thought of defiling your bed without your knowledge was enough to get both of them naked with Minho three fingers deep in Jisung’s ass at record speed.

“Minho! Oh god Minho!” Jisung repeated like a mantra once Minho had sheathed himself inside the younger man.

The elder showed no restraint as he pile-drove Jisung into your mattress with animalistic grunts. “You like that Sungie? Like thinking about our sweet innocent roommate fucking herself to the thought of us on the other side of that door?” He gave Jisung a particularly hard thrust with that and the boy choked on a gasp.

“Yes! Yes, hyung!” Jisung whined.

Minho pulled himself up on his knees from where he was nestled in between Jisung’s legs and pulled the boy’s legs up to fold the boy in half, giving the perfect angle to abuse his prostate. “Do you think you could make her cum like I make you cum? Huh?” Jisung, already being cock-dumb, could only nod furiously. “Oh I know you would, baby boy… I can already see both of you on your knees for me…”

That statement alone brought both of them to their climax, cum coating Jisung from the inside and out in a heap of sweat and sex. Minho collapsed on top of Jisung and they both groaned.

After a moment of silence, Jisung spoke up with a breathless chuckle. “Shit, hyung. We’re seriously fucked up.”

Minho joined in the laughter. “Yeeeah, I think we might need to have a bit of a ‘talk’ with our little friend later.” He made a move to get up, but he froze when he saw you in the doorway. Your face was incredibly red and you had your thighs squished together with shaky breaths. You looked absolutely wrecked and that was just from watching.

Minho sighed as he turned back to Jisung’s mortified face, but his face grew a smirk. “I guess we’re talking sooner than we thought.”

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Idk what you think, but this instantly came to mind when I read your prompt. Bless you @lyramundana for plaguing me with these mental images. Love you boo!

💋😽💋

#stray kids smut #lee know smut #stray kids fanfic #lee know fanfic #skz smut #stray kids imagines #minsung poly #minsung request #minsung x reader #minsung smut

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beingsuneone · 1 year ago

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Part Two!!

Memories & Delusions PART TWO!!

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

SYNOPSIS: You know Jason is alive know, you aren’t sure how just yet and you aren’t how exactly you’re going to keep his cover and also still see him regularly. There’s still too many complications to deal with.

FANDOM: DC

PAIRING(S): Jason Todd x fem!reader

RATING: G

MENTIONED: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Joker, Ra’s Al Ghul

GENRE/AU: Uhhh a little bit of fluff I guess. It’s pretty subtle on the romance, mostly plot following I guess. Nothing overly angsty. Mentions of being committed to Arkham (just a joking conversation) and Jason is trying it get over the Lazarus pit.

WORD COUNT: 4.4K

WARNINGS: swearing, slightly graphic descriptions of Jason’s murder from him. Not proof read

A/N: jjjajsjakkskskshdhshjsjsis brain

DEDICATIONS: my dumb hyperfixating brain for coming up with this concept at least three years ago. And putting it into words only recently.

CREDITS:

“Why are you being so dodgy lately?” Dick asks skeptically, eyeing you up.

You shrug, trying to play it cool. Jason doesn’t want them to know yet so they won’t. “What do you mean?”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Last week you were losing your mind and now you’re just… fine.”

You take a deep breath in and sigh. “I guess I realized that I was being delusional. I was just missing Jason.” Dick is about to say something else but you wave him off. “I have to go to meet my friend, so I’m heading out.”

Your ‘friend’ was Jason.

You stop to look at yourself in the mirror by the door, toying with your hair and smoothing out wrinkles on your clothes.

Somewhere behind you, Dick mutters: “See, Bruce, she’s being Dodgy.” And Bruce hums in agreement.

You’re apparently not as convincing as you’d like to be.

…..

“How do you plan on breaking the new to Bruce?” You ask, fidgeting with your fingers while he goes through some stuff on his computer. He shrugs in response. You continue. “Or is it that you don’t want to tell him at all?”

Jason's eye twitches subtly, something that you’re surprised you catch. He shakes his head. “I don’t know, Y/n.” He pauses, chuckling dryly. “It’s not like he’d care much to know.”

You recoil. Is that really how Jason thinks Bruce feels about him?

All you can recall is Bruce kneeling in front of his grave, sobbing like you’d never seen an adult sob; or the way he would walk into Jason’s room and stand in the doorway with a forlorn look mocking his features.

You remember the way he’d stare for several minutes before sighing deeply and walking away; he’d usually proceed to lock himself in the batcave and would snap when anyone disturbed him.

“Jason…” you say reluctantly. “You don’t think that Bruce would care if you were alive?” Jason remains silent, so you continue, missing the way his fists clench. “Bruce was… heartbroken for months after your death— we all were.”

Jason stands abruptly. “And yet, none of you were willing to kill the man who brutally murdered me!” He snaps, his voice raised. You flinch a little but try to retain composure; bite your tongue when you have the urge to remind him about your goals when he first died. He continues with a strange expression on his face. “Do you know what it was like to feel a crowbar splitting my skull open while I was still alive?”

The thought makes you sick. Makes you so utterly devastated for what he’s been through. “No, Jason, I—”

He cuts you off by holding his hand up. “If Bruce was ever going to kill someone, it should’ve been Joker; and if he’d really loved me so much it should have been for me.” His tone is much calmer but there is still a chilling effect in his voice that makes your spine straighten.

The look behind his eyes is flurried with an internal battle you can almost see. “Jason, I shouldn’t have—”

“Just go.” He says, finally sitting back. He doesn’t bother looking up at you.

“What?” You stammer, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Just get out, Y/n.” He snaps once more and that’s all it takes for you to turn on your heels and walk out the door.

…..

You’d been moody and upset for the past three days— you knew you were. You were upset at Jason, upset that he had so much sway or your emotion, and even upset at yourself for bringing something up that obviously triggered him in some way.

Jason was complexities locked inside other complexities, and you were beginning to learn that; what was once simple and easy with him, was now difficult and anxiety-inducing:

You weren’t sure where you laid in his eyes now.

Were you still the same teenage girl in his mind, or, were you the grown version of the girl he liked that had betrayed him.

Did he see you the same way he saw Bruce and Dick? Or even Tim? Was he just holding on the bond you used to have despite his bitter feelings for you now?

And, what made him this way? You know he must have gone through a devastating trauma, but, how far did that really go?

What were the details that Bruce never told you, and just how gruesome were they for him to lock the knowledge away and not let anyone else know the details.

He told everyone that Jason had died, and he had died by the Joker’s hands; when you or Dick had pressed for more information, Bruce had simply told you it was ‘Brutal’ and ‘Something you should never have to know’

But Jason's little outburst must’ve only told the smallest of details about his horrible, horrible death. If that was just the beginning, you couldn’t even imagine the depths of Joker’s cruelty.

You’re brain won’t stop trying though, even as you sit at the kitchen’s bar with a soggy bowl of cereal. You’ve been sitting there for an hour, pushing the stuff around in the bowl but you haven’t actually taken a bite.

“I think we need to send you to Arkham.” Tim says from the other side of the island, breaking you from your Jason-induced trance. You know he’s joking, but you’re pretty Bruce is genuinely considering committing you for your behavior these past few weeks.

You’re more hot and cold than faulty thermostat. Hysterical, and then Happy, and then violently depressed and introspective.

“I do not need to be locked up with a bunch of criminals, Tim. Rehabilitation is clearly not actually happening at Arkham.” You say back, appreciating his giving you something to banter about.

He’s the only one that didn’t know Jason, and that makes him refreshing to be around.

“They aren’t stupid, Y/n.” Tim says, completely unrelated to your response. “Bruce knows you’re still losing it over Jason, you can act fine all you want but Red Hood clearly got into your head.”

You shrug. “If anyone knew him as intimately as I do— uh, did, they’d lose their mind too.” Your eyes drop to the bowl in front of you and scrunch your nose in disgust. You push it away from yourself.

Gross.

Tim shrugs back, because, what else can he really respond with? “I didn’t know him at all.” He pauses, looking out the kitchen's open door. “Wouldn't Bruce have known him as well as you did?”

You shake your head. “No, Tim, me and Jason were… different, I guess. I had a crush on him when we were teens.” You shift in your seat and instinctively reach for the pendant around your neck. “And Dick was doing his whole Titans thing at the time, so they weren’t as close.”

Your sadness subsides and that familiar warmth runs through you as you imagine yourself and Jason laying on the roof, reading your favorite scenes from the book and enjoying the cool summer air.

In the winter, you would go out with a few blankets and huddle extra close; eventually, when your hands would get to cold to read, it would end in the two of you huddling close for warmth (something that Jason had always produced a lot of) and staying there until Bruce would start calling for you.

Your lips twist into a soft smile.

Tim stares at you. “You need help.”

“Speak for yourself, Mr. Force Batman To Have Another Robin.”

….

A tapping at your bedroom window stirs you from the near-sleep state you had been in; your heart pounds as you shoot up and look towards the window. Your heart slows only a few beats per minute when you see a familiar red helmet through the window.

You stand up and unlock your window, letting Jason climb through one side of the double doors.

He sighs through his helmet as he goes to remove it; you hear the familiar series of click and whirs and then he places the helmet on a chair in your room.

“Nice Pajamas.” He says, in a playful sort of way. There’s a healthy dose of something else though, that you can’t quite place.

You look down at yourself. You’re wearing a very thin tank top and some comfy PJ shorts. Not exactly appropriate in front of other people.

“Uh, thanks?” You say as you grab a hoodie from beside your bed and throw it on.

Once you’ve covered up a bit more, you turn back to Jason. “Why are you here?”

He stares at you, his eyes traveling your body for a few moments before they meet yours. “I just wanted to apologize. For the other day.” He takes a step closer.

You cross your arms. “I want to know why.”

Jason cringes. “I snapped yesterday because I’m just not right in the head yet. I still lose control and say things I shouldn’t. My perception of things is so fucked up sometimes I can’t tell what’s real.”

You nod slowly. “But why, Jason? How are you alive, why is your brain messed up?”

He sighs deeply. “I did die.” He says simply, like that really explains anything. You wait for him continue. “I died, and Ra’s Al Ghul threw me in the Lazarus Pit because he owed a favour to Bruce.” The words are spoken so plainly but you understand the pain behind them. “I’m only alive because of a favour.” His tone is so downtrodden, devastated.

You’ve heard about the Lazarus Pit, how it could drive someone to madness— you guess that must’ve happened with Jason.

It was the theorized reason for Gotham’s problem, after all; or rather, theorized by Barbara Gorden.

You supposed that made sense. “My God, Jason, you’ve been through so much.”

Your heart aches for him, for all the things you should have prevented.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“It’s okay.”

…..

The morning light shines brightly through your window, usually your curtains are drawn but there are quite a few unusual things about this morning.

First and most importantly, you have a suited up Jason, sleeping at your side; his arm is wrapped protectively around you.

He looks so beautiful when he’s sleeping; you’re not sure if he ever has restless sleep, but he seems so peaceful and at ease— relaxed, even. It’s nice to see his face unplagued by any of his troubles.

However, according to your clock, it’s almost the time when Alfred would come to wake you for breakfast, meaning Jason had to leave— and fast.

“Jason.” You say his name softly, nudging him awake. He stirs, and his eyes shoot open.

He looks panicked for a moment before your face processes in his mind, then he visibly calms down.

“I fell asleep.” He states, disentangling from you and laying into his back.

You hum, still looking at him. “Yes, you did.” The air is thick with some sort of easy tension, a fading smile, a far-off laugh— a general sense of mundanity that you want to keep forever. “But you have to leave now, if you don’t want anyone else to know your identity.”

“Right.” Jason gets up from the bed and stretches slowly, causing you to do the same.

He turns to grab his helmet— or rather, you see him stop, stare at it for a moment, and then spin back around.

Before you can process it, he’s caging you on your bed. Your eyes close as he closes the gap between the two of you, a swift movement that leaves you barely anytime to think.

When he pulls back, off the bed, and flashes you an easy smile, you think you very well might swoon like you were right out of a 60s television show.

Jason slips his helmet back on and closes it before unlatching the window and stepping out. “Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye.” You stare at the spot where he was standing for a while longer before laying back down in your bed.

…..

“Hey.” You say nonchalantly, coming up behind Bruce.

He’s working on the Batcomputer right now. “Hello.”

“What’cha Doing?” You scan the contents of the screen, and it just looks like feed from the Manor’s many cameras. You aren’t too worried about Jason being seen on them, because he always hacks the cameras and scrubs himself from the data.

“I’m just doing the weekly camera check, Y/n.” Bruce looks back at you momentarily, and then returns to the feeds.

You screw around behind him for a while before you hear a small hum. You look up at the camera, trying to see what has caught Bruce’s attention. The timestamp says it’s from a few nights ago.

You watch as he replays a specific moment.

He replays it a few more times before you finally see it. A familiar flash of red, and then a motorcycle driving away from the manor.

Worse, the flash of red comes from right outside your window.

Bruce enhances the footage and zooms in on what you’re sure is Jason.

“Red Hood was at the Manor three days ago.” He states, looking back at you. “He appears to be leaving your bedroom, did you know about this?”

You pause for a second but shake your head. “No, of course not, I was sleeping.” You pretend to shudder. “That’s creepy to think that he was in there while I was sleeping.”

Bruce eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t protest or question any further. “We’ll have to heighten security in your room. Red Hood obviously chose it for a reason.”

You freeze. “That’s not necessary, Bruce, he didn’t screw with anything, obviously.”

“Even if he isn’t intending to hurt any of us, Y/n, there are several very bad things that could happen as a result of his being able to get into our house. Not to mention, I’ve noticed several discrepancies in our camera feeds over the past month or so.” He gestures to another frame, showing what looks like normal footage, but it’s the same five minutes replaying, according to the timestamps. “If you watch carefully, every minute, on the dot, a bug flies in front of the camera. It’s the same bug and the same flight pattern. If that’s Red Hood’s patch job, he’s not very good at this.”

Your lips purse, and you chew on the inside of your cheek. “That is weird.” You can’t really say anything else without making yourself look suspicious. You’ll have to let Jason know before he thinks about coming around here again.

He goes back to the previous footage, of Jason at your door, and enhances it even more— your window is clear now, and the floor behind it. Bruce rewinds it to the moment that Jason reaches the window. He presses play again, and lets the video play slowly, analyzing Jason’s every movement.

You cringe when you see Jason knock on the window a few times, and you’re terrified for Bruce to see what you know is coming next.

“Bruce!” You blurt, just before you’re about to come into view. “Tim just texted me and said he needed you to come upstairs right now.”

Bruce turns to you, confused. “Did he say what about?”

You shake your head. “No, he just said it was urgent.”

Bruce nods and leaves you alone in the batcave. You have maybe ten minutes until he comes back, knowing that you lied.

You try to fiddle with footage and delete that part that incriminates you, but without Bruce’s password you can’t do that.

Fuck. You don’t know it.

You panic for a minute and then abandon your mission to delete the footage, instead you race upstairs and into your bedroom, throwing together a bag of clothes and other essentials, as well as some sentimental items.

You’re about to sneak out the window when you see the old worn book. You snatch it quickly, along with your phone and car keys.

Bruce’s voice comes from down the hallway, calling your name; it doesn’t matter, you don’t stop until you’re outside and in your car.

You know he’s watching as you speed off, tears welling as you disable the tracking devices in your phones and car. When Bruce finally watches that footage, he’s going to think you betrayed him and you’re going to lose the one place that you’d ever felt at home in.

You’ve never felt so low before.

…..

Tears fall pitifully from your cheeks; you really shouldn’t be this upset.

Jason watches uncomfortably from his chair in his office; you knew he never liked you crying, and he was never great at dealing with it.

All he ever needed to do was be there, though.

“Please stop crying.” He says gently, as he walks over to you. “What happened?”

You shrug, which makes no sense because you know exactly what happened. “I can’t go back to the manor.”

Jason scrunches in confusion and a hint of anger at the conclusions you know he’s jumping to. “What did he do?”

“Bruce didn’t do anything.” Wiping the tears from your eyes, you pull back from him. “He was going over security camera footage and found a camera you forgot to wipe… he hadn’t watched the full thing when I ran out of there but he’s watched it by now, I’m sure.”

“And that matters…why?” Jason obviously doesn’t understand what you’re implying.

You absentmindedly drum your fingers against your wrist. “I very clearly let you in the window in the footage. You didn’t break in, I let you in. Bruce knows that now too.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Jason looks around the office, like there’s something that would help on the walls. There isn’t. His eyes settle back into you, but you’re not looking at his face. “You can stay with me.”

He says it so easily, like it’s only natural— you suppose it is. Nothing had ever been more natural than being with him.

You also think you’d probably like that. “Do you live in this building or…?”

He laughs and then shakes his head. “No, I hijacked one of Bruce’s warehouses a long time ago and have been living there. We can go now, I’m done for today anyway.”

You step out into the hallway and he takes your hand in his; you think that he feels protective around his lackeys, because he doesn’t really like them. He would rather they all fell off the face of the earth, but he knows that won’t happen so he’d rather control where their product is being pushed.

Or that’s what he told you, anyways,

You go down a different set of corridors than you’re used to, and it leads to a garage.

The unsettlingly beautiful woman is standing at the door, she says nothing when Jason pushes the door open and leads you through.

It’s not her job to ask questions, you suppose.

“Do you want to take your car? You can follow me in mine so you know where we’re going?” He suggests, raising his eyebrows at you. “Or I can drive it over for you later and we can just use my car for now.”

“I don’t really feel like driving right now.”

He nods. “Okay.”

…..

“When you said warehouse, I was not expecting this.” You gape, looking around at his ‘apartment.’ “It looks more like a pent-house.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, well, that's kind of what it is.” Jason runs his finger along the surface of his counter. “I believe it was catalogued as a safe house and a warehouse.”

You shrug. “You wiped it from the system, so I wouldn’t know.”

There’s a sort of awkward reluctance dancing around the two of you, like you aren’t sure what to do with yourselves now that it’s just the two of you alone. You haven’t been truly alone with him in such a long time.

“I guess there’s not a whole lot to do here.” He starts again, looking around. “I’m not here much. I usually just end up passing out on the couch in my office.”

You laugh dryly and look around; the whole apartment looks clean and modernist— you personally can’t stand this type of decorating but you don’t think Jason cared much to change how the place had looked when he found it.

There’s a TV, which you’re pretty sure works but it’s gone unused. There is a short hallway with three doors down it right off the living area. It’s mostly open concept besides that small hallway. You lift your gaze upwards, following the tall in-wall bookshelves; you find that there’s a small loft above the two of you and a ladder that leads there.

“What’s up there?” You ask, walking over to the ladder.

Jason gestures up the ladder. “I’ll show you.”

The two do you climb the ladder and you pull yourself onto the loft, feeling a little unsteady.

You notice immediately that the roof looks a little strange just above the platform.

Jason clears his throat and walks over to one of the walls. He hovers in front of a small silver panel. “You know, there’s a reason I chose this one.” He presses a button on the panel while he looks over at you.

A few creaks sound and then some loud mechanical noises sound before the roof panels recede to reveal the setting sun. The sunset is so beautifully visible from the sunroof.

“Jason.” You breath, dumbfounded.

He picks a book off of the floor of the loft. “I used to try to recreate our moments on the roof, but it just wasn’t the same without you.” He flips the book a few times in hands. “And this wasn’t quite right either.”

“I couldn’t handle the rooftop without you.” You whisper, not sure if he even hears you; you try to speak a little louder. “The first time you showed up at the house was the first time I had done it in years.”

“Huh.” Jason responds, sounding nonchalant but you know it means something to him.

“Wait here.” You rush back down the ladder and grab your book, and then head back up. Jason stares at it for a while. You hold it up, and pass it to him. “For Old Times Sake?”

…..

You had sat there with him for hours that day, you watched as the day melted into night and felt as you slowly fell asleep. You and Jason were tangled together, cuddled so close it was like you had never really been apart in the first place.

At some point, you’re drifting in and out of consciousness. Your hands twitch gently and you adjust yourself a bit but you don’t open your eyes.

You’re pretty sureJason still thinks you're asleep because he presses a kiss to the top of your head and then quietly speaks. “I want to do this with you for the rest of our lives.” He pauses and sighs a loaded sigh. “Not just for Old Times Sake.”

You decide it’s probably better to just try to fall back asleep, despite the way your stomach churns. You wanted to respond, and tell him that you wanted to fall asleep like this every night.

Tell him that you wanted to spend every day with him too.

…..

“I just want to know where she is, Red Hood.” Bruce’s voice comes through a little speaker in Jason’s office— it’s a line that Jason had hacked into and clearly Bruce knew that.

Jason scowls and you can’t help but think about Bruce when he does.

When nobody responds to him, Bruce continues. “I want to talk to her.”

You gnaw your lips, wanting to pick it up and say you’ll talk to him but dreading confirming his suspicions.

Jason slips his helmet on and picks up the microphone. He presses the button and says, cooly, “Where would you want me to bring her, Batman?”

You can hear Bruce’s sigh of relief. “The abandoned warehouse near Arkham. You know which one I mean.”

Jason hums. “The one that Joker blew up last month.”

Bruce confirms and then Jason looks at me. “Anything you want to say?”

You shake your head, and Jason picks up the mic again. “Give us a time and we’ll be there.”

And just like that, you were going to see Bruce again.

Great.

…..

“I just don’t understand, Y/n.” Bruce says immediately when he lays eyes on you, despite the fact that he wraps you in a tight hug. “Why would you work with him?”

You pull back and look back to Jason, who’s all suited up, of course. “I—” you have no idea what to say in your defense. “I wasn’t working with him, Bruce.”

Bruce gives you a sort of ‘disappointed dad’ look. “I saw the footage, I know that you let him into the manor.”

“Well, yes, but—”

“So you were working with him.”

“No! It’s not like that!”

You’re starting to get irritated because you know Bruce has absolutely no reason to believe you.

“First, you lied about Tim needing me, and then you tried to delete the footage and then I saw you wildly speeding away from the manor. Do you understand how suspicious that looks? Obviously, you are working with him, Y/n. You don’t have to lie.” Bruce sounds sure of himself. It makes you want to tear your hair out.

“Fine. I was working with him, since you’re so sure.”

Bruce looks between you and Jason, and you can see realization dawn on his face. “Unless… don’t tell me you fell for him just because he reminds you of— Y/n, please tell me I'm wrong.”

Jason steps in this time. “Don’t worry, you’re wrong. Just not in the way you think you are.” Your head snaps back to look at him as clicks his helmet open and pulls it off.

This was the moment. He was finally showing Bruce.

You look frantically between the two of them, trying to decipher the moment.

Bruce stands frozen for a good long while, just staring at Jason’s face before he suddenly locks his arms around Jason's shoulder/neck and hugs him tighter than you’d ever seen Bruce hug anybody.

Jason looks thoroughly disturbed and taken aback. This wasn’t the reaction he was expecting, and honestly, it wasn’t what you were expecting either.

“I didn’t fall for him because he reminds me of Jason.” You say quietly. “I fell for him because he is Jason.”

Bruce pulls back and nods slowly before turning back to Jason. “I’m so sorry, Jason.”

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Title: cruel summer | chapter 2

Pairing: Joel Miller/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Chapters: 6/6

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Summary:

Joel takes a contracting job renovating a master bedroom and bathroom while the homeowners are away for the summer on a cruise.

He wasn’t expecting their twenty-three year old daughter and the thoughts he’d have about her.

Content warnings: age difference (15 years), explicit sexual content

Additional tags: oral sex (m receiving), masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, angst, internalized guilt, Joel Miller is emotionally constipated but Trying His Best. Let me know if I’ve missed anything!

Joel stops eating lunch with you after that day in the kitchen. You try not to let it affect you, but you miss him. You miss the easy conversation and the way he makes you laugh without even trying. It’s hard to focus on studying with him constantly on your mind, especially when he’s so close but just out of reach.

A few days pass without any interaction with him at all. He comes inside and immediately heads upstairs and the only reason you even know he’s there is the heavy footsteps above your head.

So you’re surprised when one day he comes downstairs and heads straight towards you, stopping a respectable distance away. He clears his throat and runs a hand nervously through his hair.

“Sarah’s daycare just called. I forgot it was a half day for them, I gotta go pick her up,” he says. “I’ve got grout mixed upstairs. I’ll come back as soon as I can, but I’ll have to see if Tommy can come watch her.”

“Oh. Why don’t…you can just…bring her here? I can watch her, if you need,” you reply. He stops his nervous fidgeting, hands dropping to his side.

“Really?” He asks. “You don’t have to do that, I don’t want to interrupt your studyin’.”

“Not getting much done today, anyways,” you say pointedly. He presses his lips together.

“Right. Well, uh, if you’re sure. I’ll go get her now.”

“Why don’t you give me your cell number. You can call me if you change your mind and are going to take longer getting back here,” you suggest.

He nods, digging his phone from his pocket and handing it to you. You pass him yours from the table. After entering your number, you exchange devices again. You check your contacts, biting back a smile seeing the entry titled “Joel (contractor)”.

As if you wouldn’t know who he was.

“Okay, well. I’ll be back,” he says, heading out the door with a lingering look.

————

Sarah is sitting in her car seat, asking Joel a thousand questions about where they’re going.

“Daddy’s gotta work, sweetheart. But I’ve got a very nice friend who’s goin’ to watch you while he’s busy,” he explains. “We’re going to her house.”

“Oh. Does she have toys?” She asks.

“I’m not sure. She might.”

“I hope so. Does she have snacks?”

“Probably.”

Her questions continue in the same manner until he pulls into your driveway. She frees herself from her car seat and hops from the truck, running to the front door faster than Joel can catch up. She’s bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet as he pushes the door open, but she clings to his arm as he enters the hallway.

Joel checks the kitchen but finds it empty. He calls out your name.

“In the living room!” You shout back.

He’s surprised to find you surrounded by a couple large storage totes, digging through one and pulling out another box stuffed with what looks like fabric. You look up when they enter and smile brightly.

“Hi! You must be Sarah,” you say to his little girl, giving her your name as well. “Do you like Barbie dolls?”

Sarah nods, her grip loosening from her dad’s arm as you start to pull some Barbie dolls from one bin. Joel watches you tell his daughter about how they’d been yours when you were her age, and that they’re very excited to have someone play with them again. You open the box of clothes and accessories, Sarah’s face lighting up at all the options.

Watching you with his daughter feels like a fist to the gut. You’re so attentive and kind, patiently explaining the different dolls to her and their backstories that he just can’t look away.

It’s not until you look up at him and your smile falters the slightest bit that he clears his throat and says, “Alright, sweetie, you all good here?”

“Yes, daddy,” she says dutifully, focused on changing the outfit on one of the dolls you’d given her.

“I’ll be upstairs if you need anything,” he says, more to you than to Sarah. You only nod in response.

He trudges up the stairs with a lump in his throat and a vise grip around his heart.

_______

Sarah might just be the best kid you’ve ever met. She’s smart and funny, making up the silliest stories for the Barbie’s to act out. You can see why Joel is such a softie for her.

“Do you have anything else we can play with?” She asks after about an hour of playing with the dolls.

“Why don’t we head outside?” You ask, picking the toys up off the floor.

“Okay! Can I show you my cartwheel?” She asks, jumping up from the floor and trailing after you towards the back door.

“Uh, absolutely!”

She runs full speed out the sliding glass door, bypassing the pool and heading straight for the grassy yard beyond. “Watch! Watch!” She calls out to you as she plants her hands to the ground and shows off her cartwheel.

“Wow, that’s awesome, Sarah!” You call out. You dig in the pool storage and pull out a forgotten soccer ball that you’re pretty sure has been in there since high school. It’s a little flat, but it’ll do.

Sarah continues to do cartwheels through the yard while you kick the ball around. She catches sight of what you’re doing and runs over to join, watching as you demonstrate some of the footwork from high school sitting in the recesses of your mind.

Sarah eventually starts to complain about being hungry, so you head back inside to set up a snack for her. “Give me one second, sweetie, I’ll be right back.”

You jog up the stairs and head to your parent’s room. Joel’s wiping the excess grout from the shower tile he’s just laid when you tap on the doorframe to get his attention. He looks up at you in surprise, dropping the wet sponge in the bucket and standing.

“Hey. I was just about to make a snack for Sarah and I wanted to make sure she doesn’t have any allergies or anything?” You ask. He stares at you for a moment before taking a step closer, hand wrapping around the back of your neck and tugging your lips to his.

You’re surprised but your traitorous body responds before your brain can, your lips moving hungrily against his as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He presses you back against the door frame, his calloused and slightly damp hands coming up to grip your face and angling it to his liking. His tongue slips past your lips and tangles with yours, making you whimper.

He pulls away all too soon, smoothing a hand against your hair as he stares into your eyes, his breathing quick and labored.

“No…no allergies,” he finally says. You huff out a laugh.

“Right…you could have just said that,” you joke. He cracks a smile.

“Get back downstairs. I’ll be done soon.”

________

Joel tried to do the respectable thing. He really did. He was going to let that one slip up be left in the past, move on with a perfectly normal working relationship. No more lunches, no more lingering in the doorway to talk to you when he comes in the morning and you’re still sleepy, sipping your coffee that’s more sugar than anything. No more after dark thoughts of you as he lays in bed palming his cock. Just him and the bathroom remodel.

But then you’d offered to look after Sarah, and you could have easily stuck her in front of the TV while you went about your day, but you gave her your undivided attention. He’d watched from the window as you showed her some fancy soccer footwork that he didn’t even know you knew how to do. You cheered for her when she landed six cartwheels in a row and then laughed when she crashed to the ground, dizzy and giggling. He’d watched you run around the yard with her on your back, a pool noodle held in her hand as she commanded you to charge forward.

And just like it always does when it comes to you, the weak walls of his resolve crumble around him.

To top it all off, you came upstairs to ask him the most innocent but thoughtful question and goddamnit, he can’t do this. He had to kiss you.

Now that you’re no longer standing in front of him, the logical part of his brain kicks back on and the guilt returns. What the hell is expecting out of this? He’s here temporarily, for a job, and so are you. You’ll return to school at the end of the summer and he’ll be here…what? Pining after a girl fifteen years his junior who could have any number of men her age falling at her feet?

Joel scrubs a hand over his face. Much as he hates to admit it, he’s going to have to man up and have a real conversation about all this. He pulls his phone from his pocket and shoots a text to Tommy to see if he can come over and keep an eye on Sarah tonight after she goes to bed.

________

Joel comes down about thirty minutes later and Sarah runs towards him, throwing her arms around his legs and hugging me tightly.

“We had so much fun, daddy! She watched me do all my cartwheels and we played calgary!”

You snort. “Cavalry, sweetie,” you correct.

“That!” She exclaims. Her head tilts back to look up at her dad with big brown eyes so full of love it makes your stomach flip.

“It sounds like you had a great day, baby,” Joel says, running a hand over her curly brown hair. “It’s time we head out.”

She pouts and Joel hits her with a look that’s so quintessentially dad that you have to bite back a laugh. The young girl sighs dramatically before stomping out of the room towards the front door.

Joel reaches a hand out towards you and you step forward, slipping your hand into his. “Can I come over later? To talk?” He asks quietly, fingers tangling with yours.

“S-sure,” you reply. He gives you one last nod before he lets go of your hand, heading out the door after Sarah.

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Tommy comes over around 8:00 that evening, after Sarah’s in bed following another chapter of James and the Giant Peach. He lets himself in, joining Joel in the kitchen where he’s cleaning up after dinner.

“Where ya off to this late, old man?” Tommy asks, opening the freezer and peering inside. “No ice cream?”

“Get outta my fridge,” Joel snaps, whacking him with the dish towel in his hands. “And none of your business, nosy lil shit.”

Tommy holds his hands up in surrender. “Geez, touchy.”

“I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t go riflin’ through the pantry, either, I already hid the cookies.”

Tommy’s annoyed groan follows him out the door. In the truck, he finds your name in his contacts and opens a new text thread.

On my way.

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Your phone chimes on the coffee table, screen lighting with a message notification from Joel letting you know he’s on his way. It’s the first time he’s ever contacted you by phone, and you smile down at the brand new text thread despite the dry, no nonsense message.

You fight the urge to reply, fidgeting in your seat with nerves. You have nothing else to focus your attention on as you wait for Joel to show up. You’ve already cleaned up after dinner and your second glass of wine sits on the coffee table. You’ve changed into your pajamas, a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized UT t-shirt you’d stolen from an ex-boyfriend.

The man himself puts you out of your misery with a soft knock at your front door. You open it to find Joel standing there in another pair of jeans, dark wash instead of the light wash work pair he usually wears, and a soft looking flannel, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.

“Hey,” he says, shifting his weight from foot to foot. His eyes roam your body, every place they linger tingling under his gaze. “Can I come in?”

“Oh, yeah, of course. I’m surprised you didn’t just use the key.”

“Key is for the job. This ain’t part of the job.”

“Right,” you mumble, trailing behind him as he heads for the kitchen. “You want anything to drink? I’ve got beer.”

“Sure.”

You grab a can from the fridge and carry it with you to the living room, setting it beside your glass of wine on the coffee table. You take a seat, folding your legs under you. Joel stands near the doorway, like he’s not sure whether to sit or make an escape.

Finally, he joins you on the couch, a healthy cushion length of distance between your bodies. He smooths his palms over his thighs before grabbing the can of beer and popping the top.

“So…you want to talk?” You ask, breaking the tense silence. He sighs.

“I wanted to apologize. For what happened the other day,” he says, staring at the can of beer like it’ll say the words for him. “I shouldn’t have left you like that. After.”

You remain quiet. It had been shitty, getting left behind, all the adrenaline leaving your body and making you feel untethered. You’d cleaned yourself up and hidden in your room the rest of the afternoon, curled up in your bed.

“I don’t know what I’m doin’ here,” he confesses.

“Sure felt like you knew what you were doing,” you comment. Your smile is smug as you watch his cheeks heat.

“What I mean is,” he continues, throwing you a sharp look that reminds you of the one he’d used on Sarah that afternoon, “I don’t know what you’d want with a guy like me, baby. You’re goin’ back to school in a month, you’ve got dreams and goals I couldn’t touch with a ten foot pole, and you’re just a kid—“

“Don’t call me kid, Joel. I’m a grown fuckin’ woman, and I don’t need you making choices for me out of your own guilt.”

Joel clenches his jaw, his grip on the can of beer going tight enough to dent the aluminum.

“I don’t feel guilty about wanting you, Joel. I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal about it. We don’t have to define anything, we just…go at this with no rules. See what happens.” You shuffle closer to him, walking across the cushions on your knees until you’re kneeling beside him.

“No rules?” He asks. You can practically taste your victory.

You lean closer, bringing your palm up to turn his face towards you, his lips parting slightly as his eyes search yours.

“No rules,” you whisper.

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This didn’t go at all as Joel had planned. He’d been intent on coming over here, apologizing for his behavior, and explaining that he wouldn’t be sending you any further mixed signals. That all of this had to stop.

But instead, he’s wrapping an arm around your waist and hauling you into his lap, his lips pressed to yours to swallow your gasp. His hands shift the long hem of your shirt out of his way so that he can grip your ass and drag you closer.

Your fingers find the buttons of his shirt, fumbling to get them undone. Your mouth leaves his to plant kisses to his jaw and down his neck, your teeth nipping as you go. Joel groans your name, his hips flexing as you push apart his shirt to expose his chest to your greedy hands.

Your nails scrape down his pecs, catching on his nipples and making him hiss, his head dropping back against the back of the couch.

Your weight leaves his lap and he looks up, ready to complain and haul your ass back where it belongs. But you’re dropping to your knees between his spread legs and looking up at him through your lashes as your hands smooth up his thighs.

“I want you in my mouth, Joel,” you tell him, voice pitched low. “I think about it a lot. What it would be like to suck your cock.”

“God, baby, I think about it, too,” Joel confesses, hips thrusting as you undo his belt and fly. He helps you shove his pants down far enough that his cock springs free, slapping lewdly against his stomach. “Put your mouth on me, sweetheart.”

Joel should have known you wouldn’t make this easy. You don’t listen to his plea. Instead, you wrap your delicate little hand around his throbbing length and give it a few leisurely pumps that have him gritting his teeth.

Then, holding his dick steady, you lean forward to grace him with just one little kitten lick to his head, tongue swiping through the bead of precum that’s already pooled at the slit. Your eyelids flutter and you hum appreciatively and Joel has to fucking will himself not to come all over your pretty face.

“You’re such a lil fuckin’ tease, aren’t ya,” he bites out. You give him your most saccharine smile, the mischievous glint in your eye unmistakable.

He places a hand on your head, fingers flexing against your scalp but not pressing or directing. No, this is your show and he knows that.

You lick up the underside of his cock before finally, finally taking him into your mouth. He groans at the sensation, the tight wet heat the best thing he’s ever felt.

At least for now.

You show him no mercy, taking him as far back into your throat as you can before coming up for air and circling the head with your tongue before diving back down. You gag a couple times, each time making your throat tighten around the head of his cock and making him moan out your name.

Joel catches movement below and lifts his head further to see your hand wiggle its way into those little sleep shorts you’re wearing. “Are you wet, baby? Did you soak yourself just sucking my cock?”

You nod, mouth too full to respond with words. You look so goddamn pretty with your mouth stretched around his thick length, your lashes wet with tears.

“You wanna come with me, sweet girl?” You nod. “Listen to me, then. Slide just one finger into that pretty cunt for me, okay?”

You nod again, doing as you’re told. He can’t see anything past this giant t-shirt you’re wearing and he growls in frustration.

“Bet that feels good, huh, darlin’? Ridin’ your fingers with my cock stuffed down your throat. Add another finger for me, that’s it.” You moan around his length, the vibrations nearly sending him over the edge.

“Can you take a third finger for me? We gotta get you nice and stretched if you’re gonna take my cock someday soon.” You give a little whimper as your motions pause while you work a third finger into your pussy. “That’s it, Christ, you look like fuckin’ sin, sweetheart.”

Eyes shut, you work your hand in the same rhythm as your mouth. When you start to get sloppy, Joel begins to thrust into your mouth.

“Focus on yourself, that’s it. You just worry about makin’ yourself come all over your fingers and I’ll worry about fillin’ this gorgeous fuckin’ mouth.”

With your other hand free, you use it to rub fast circles on your clit. It only takes Joel a few shallow thrusts before he’s spilling down your throat and you’re swallowing around him as you reach your own peak and crash through the ecstasy.

Joel waits until your limbs start to go limp before hauling you back into his lap, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“Wow,” you mumble against his shoulder, making him grin. You pull back to look at him and Joel hates the bit of fear hiding in the back of your gaze. “You don’t…have to leave right now, right?”

“No, baby, I can stay with you a bit longer.”

Joel’s fingers scratch lightly down your back, making you wiggle appreciatively. He fiddles with the hem of your shirt.

“Where’s this shirt from?” He asks innocently.

“Oh, it’s an ex’s shirt,” you murmur sleepily. Joel hums.

“Maybe I have one rule,” Joel says just as you’re nodding off.

“Hmm?”

“We’re getting rid of this fuckin’ shirt.”

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liaromancewriter · 1 month ago

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Child’s Play – Part 2 / 2

Premise: A beloved childhood toy gets a new life.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); ft. Sophie and Eloise Ramsey (F!OCs) Rating/Category: General. Fluff. Words: 1,420

A/N: Submission to @choicesmonthlychallengenov2024 prompt 21: Memories. Part 1 is here.

The shirt collar was scratchy, and he couldn’t wait to go home so he could change into a tee shirt. But home was hours away. It might as well be on the Planet Krypton.

Ethan Ramsey snickered at the analogy as he adjusted the seat belt strap so that it wasn’t so close to his neck. Fidgeting in his seat (he also had to pee real bad), he wondered how much longer he’d be stuck in the car.

They were heading to Sunday dinner at his grandparents' house, but they had moved across town, and now it took forever to drive there.

“Are we there yet?” he called out plaintively.

“Five more minutes,” his dad replied from the front.

“That’s what you said five minutes ago!” Ethan whined.

“And it’ll still be five more minutes unless you stop asking,” his mom said, shooting him that look.

Grumbling under his breath about the unfairness of being a child without any control over his life, Ethan watched the scenery blur past the car window. With a distracted hand, he sped an imaginary red toy truck along the narrow ledge beneath the glass.

The toes of his black shoes pinched, and he wondered (not for the first time) whether God would really care if, just once, he wore sneakers to church. His parents seemed to think so, but Ethan wasn’t convinced.

With everyone else going on in the world, you’d think the Almighty had more important things to worry about than an almost eight-year-old boy not wearing his Sunday Best.

“We’re here,” his dad said, turning the truck into the long drive.

Ethan’s eyes lit up at the sight of Pop-Pop waiting for them on the front porch, his tall frame leaning against the white railing. Beside him sat Lucy, his black lab, her tail wagging enthusiastically.

As soon as his dad parked the truck, Ethan bolted out the door, throwing his arms around his grandfather’s long legs. He gave Lucy a quick pat on the head before she could demand more attention with her barking.

His grandfather’s booming laughter filled the air. “Happy Birthday, Ethan!”

“But it’s not until tomorrow,” Ethan remarked, tilting his head back.

“And I’ll wish you then, too,” Pop-Pop laughed, nodding pleasantly as his parents joined them on the porch. “Now, come on inside. Your grandmother’s prepared a feast, and I bet you’re hungry as a bear.”

Later, Ethan sat cross-legged on the braided rug in the cozy living room, licking his lips at the lingering taste of the delicious roasted chicken and apple pie they’d had for Sunday dinner.

He was about to ask if he could go outside to play with Lucy when Pop-Pop disappeared into the hallway only to return moments later, holding a small, rectangular box wrapped in brown wrapping paper.

“What’s that?” Ethan asked, scooting closer as his grandfather crouched down and placed the box in his lap.

“Something I’ve been saving for just the right time,” Pop-Pop said, his voice warm and gentle. “And what better time than your eighth birthday?”

Ethan tore into the wrapping with careful excitement, his breath catching at the sight before him. Inside was a small collection of toy cars, their vibrant colors and shiny metal surfaces catching the light from the lamp.

“Whoa.” Ethan ran his fingers over the smooth edges of the miniature vehicles. “These are awesome!”

“They were mine when I was younger,” his grandfather said, settling onto the floor beside him. “I repainted them for you, so they’re like new again.”

“Thanks, Pop-Pop,” Ethan said softly, hugging his grandfather before lifting out a red fire truck with a tiny extendable ladder.

“You’re welcome, kiddo.”

Ethan lined the cars in a neat row, already imagining the adventures they’d have. He didn’t know it then, but those little cars would follow him everywhere—racing along windowsills, zooming across tabletops and sometimes even tucked under his pillow at night.

Eventually, he outgrew the toy cars, trading them in for a shiny Schwinn bike he raced around the neighborhood with his friends. By the time he graduated from high school, he couldn’t even remember what had happened to them. His eyes were firmly focused on the future.

But the nostalgia of those early years—before his mother tore apart their family—often lingered at the back of his mind. Until one day, his life came full circle.

Seven-year-old Eloise Ramsey would have toppled headfirst into the cardboard box if her father hadn’t caught the waistband of her shorts and pulled her back just in time.

“Careful,” Ethan said, steadying her with one hand while shifting the box under his arm for a better grip.

Unfazed by her near fall, El grinned up at him. She and her twin sister were spending the weekend in Providence, helping their parents and Grandpa Alan sort through stuff to donate to the annual church charity drive.

Of course, their parents could handle the boring stuff, El thought. She and Sophie were hunting for treasure. To the twins, the basement wasn’t just a storage room. It was a mystical cave, and they were fearless adventurers on a daring mission.

“El, come look what I found!” Sophie called out from the other side of the basement, her voice echoing off the cement walls.

Ethan shook his head in exasperation as Eloise darted off, narrowly avoiding a stumble over an old outdoor mat that had clearly seen better days.

The sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs drew his attention, and he looked up to see his wife, Cassie Valentine, leaning over the railing. Her grin widened as she watched the twins’ antics.

“Are you girls ready for a break?” she asked, coming down the stairs. “I made lemonade and grilled cheese sandwiches.”

“Look, Mommy, we found real treasure,” the twins cried excitedly. “Can we keep it? Please?”

Ethan met Cassie’s amused look and rolled his eyes. The idea of the twins finding anything even closely resembling treasure in the dusty basement was laughable.

Still, as Cassie and his father often reminded him, the rules of fatherhood dictated that he try and indulge the girls’ fits of fancies.

He froze when he saw Eloise holding a small, dusty box with both hands, her eyes wide with excitement.

“It’s full of cars!” she exclaimed to Cassie, who examined the box alongside the girls, their foreheads nearly touching.

A wave of recognition washed over him as he crossed the room to take a closer look. Sure enough, the box the girls had uncovered was filled with his old toy cars, their once-bright colors dulled by a fine layer of dust but still perfectly intact.

He knelt beside his daughters, taking the box and lifting out the familiar red fire truck, its tiny ladder still movable after all these years.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as memories flooded back—racing the cars with Pop-Pop on the front porch the day he got them, pretending to be a race car driver speeding down the Indy 500 track, or a firefighter saving the world with his trusty red truck.

“These were mine,” he said, his voice soft, almost reverent. “Pop-Pop—my grandfather,” Ethan clarified at their confused look, “gave them to me when I was about your age. They belonged to him when he was a child.”

“That’s so cool,” Sophie said, leaning into him as she steadied herself with one arm draped over his shoulder, her wide eyes fixed on the cars.

“Did you play with them a lot?” Eloise asked, peering into the box with fascination.

“All the time,” Ethan replied, his voice rough as he cleared his throat. “But that feels like a lifetime ago.”

The last words came out almost as a whisper, heavy with the weight of memories, but Cassie caught them nonetheless.

“Maybe it’s time these cars had adventures again,” Cassie murmured, giving the girls a meaningful look. “Just like my doll, Wilhelmina found a new home earlier this year.”

Ethan nodded absently, his fingers lightly tracing the roof of a blue sports car, savoring one final connection to his past before passing it on.

“They’re yours now,” he said, setting the box between the twins. “Just promise me you’ll take good care of them.”

“We will!” Eloise and Sophie said in unison, already diving into the box to examine their newfound treasures.

As the girls argued over who would get the shiny blue sports car, Cassie slipped an arm around his waist and leaned into his side.

“Now they have something from both our childhoods. And to think, you were convinced your dad had thrown everything out.”

Ethan caught the laughter in her voice and groaned when she added, “Told you so!”

“You just love saying that, don’t you?” he griped with exasperation.

“You better believe it,” Cassie giggled, her lips brushing against his. “There’s nothing more satisfying than proving you wrong.”

As Eloise held up the red fire truck, pretending to extinguish an imaginary blaze, Ethan couldn’t help but smile. Cassie was right. Some toys, like cherished memories, were meant to be passed on.

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buckybarnesisdaddy · 1 year ago

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All is well Part 4

Summary- Ransom reflects on how he ended up in this place. Daisy has so much love to give. And Baths are a love language for sure!

Pairings- Bucky x Daisy!Reader, Steve x Daisy!Reader, Ransom x Daisy!Reader, Ari x Daisy!Reader, Jefferson x Daisy!Reader, Jake Jenson x Precious!Reader, Andy x Peach.

Rating- Explicit, 18+

Warnings- polyamorous relationships, masturbation, mentions of jail, sex (piv), Oral (f & m receiving), edging, scissor play, mentions of; spanking, biting, edging, toy play. Teasing, making out, lots of sex, aftercare 18+ only!!

Word count- 14.3k

Authors notes- Obviously takes place in an AU where all the guys stories mix perfectly! As I’ve told @rainydayandmondays and @theinheriteddutchess Daisy is a little slut when she wants to be. 🤭😏

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Ransom sits on the back patio, sipping coffee and watching the leaves fall. The door opens behind him and he doesn’t bother to turn and look. A strong hand clasps on his shoulder and he knows who it belongs to. “What do you want Ari?”

“Oh Nothing much.” Ari sits next to him and smiles, “Andy was just checking in to see how it was going. What should I tell him?” Ransom rolls his eyes and looks at Ari.

“That I really love camp and can’t wait to write home about it.” Ransom shakes his head and takes a sip of coffee. Ari sits back and just watches him for a moment before he lightly laughs.

“Yeah cause sleeping with three different women and having someone cook all your meals sounds like the worst experience in the world.” Ari says, Ransom is about to say something snarky when Ari talks again “What was it that Daisy said? That you had to hold your tongue to get one of your precious baths?” Ari laughs and pats Ransom’s shoulder. “I won’t tell if you won’t, but you have to talk to me.” Ransom looks up at the sky, wonders if his mom’s house would be better than this. Then he remembers the sweet way Daisy rubs his back or the way Precious holds him close, when he asks of course, or the way Dutchess laugh makes him smile. This house is way better than his mom’s. So what if he has to clean a little and not be so quick to cut someone down. He can live with that.

“I don’t mind it, it’s better than jail that’s for sure.” Ransom finishes his coffee and sets the mug down.

“You know it’s not nice to talk about Linda’s house like that.” Ari jokes and Ransom actually cracks a smile. “I never thought she’d go for this arrangement but I I’m glad she did, it’s what you needed.”

***5 months earlier***

The ringing phone pulls him from his sleep, grumbling as he silence’s the ring, not wanting to wake his sleeping fiancé and baby. He quickly gets dressed and is almost out the bedroom door when he hears her voice, “Andy?” He turns around to see her sitting up in bed. “Andy where are you going? It’s still early.” Andy smiles.

“Someone I helped put away is getting released. I need to go see why.” He walks over to her. “Then I will be back, I promise. Take care of little man for me, okay?” She nods and gives Andy a kiss, “see you later, sweet peach.” and that he is gone. Andy would love nothing more than to crawl back into bed with his fiancé and spend the day relaxing like he had planned to. He got a second chance at a family, he’s not going to let anything ruin it this time. Knowing Ransom Drysdale somehow got his sentence overturned breeds nothing but worry in Andy’s mind, worry that his life isn’t going to be so relaxing for the foreseeable future.

He fidgets and taps on the steering wheel as he gets closer and closer to the courthouse. When he finally arrives he is ready to fight, he sure as hell isn’t letting Ransom walk without a fight. Siting in his office is an older women with white hair and glasses. Linda Drysdale. She demanded Andy get up and get to his office at the crack of dawn to talk to her, there are some conditions about Ransom’s release. And seeing as he was the prosecutor on Ransom’s case, he needed to sign off on these conditions. He can’t wait to tell the Drysdale’s to go fuck themselves and lock Ransom back up. Murders don’t go free, not on his watch. He locked up his own ex-wife for god sake, he has no issue locking up this asshole… again. “Linda? You wanna tell me why you beckoned me here at this hour?” Andy asks as he walks around his desk and takes a seat. Linda smiles.

“My son is going free. There is no doubt about it but he is only free on the condition that he either comes back to live with me. Or he goes to a halfway house and is monitored while he is reintroduced to society. The judge already cleared it.” She gives him another smile, Andy wants to slam his fists against his desk and tell her to get the hell out of his office, but he doesn’t.

“Then why are you here?” Andy says through clenched teeth, angry that justice won’t be served.

“I need you to meet with him and his lawyer at the jail this morning to go over these options. Once he decides you will bring the paper work to the courts and approve his release.” Linda explains.

“And why on earth would I help your murderous son walk free?” Andy asks, a little humored at her demand.

“Because money talks and I know about your first wife and son-” Linda starts but Andy stops her.

“That’s enough!” Andy sighs and stands from his desk. “Get out of my office so I can go.” Linda gets up and walks to the door.

“I look forward to hearing what he decides.” She puts her purse on her arm. “I know he will make the right choice.” She leaves and closes the door behind her. Andy sits in his chair and lays his head in his hands groan and just wishing he could be back home in his sweet peaches arms. Andy meets with the DA before he leaves and he explains that Linda pulled all the strings she had and used almost all the money she had left to get the conviction overturned. “So by week’s end he will be out.” Andy shakes his head and runs his hand over his beard in disbelief and anger. All the hours wasted on this damn case, hours he could have been with his sweet peach. “This is bullshit and you know it!” The DA raises his hands and says some line about how his hands are tied.

Wanting to make Ransom wait a little, Andy takes his sweet time getting over to the jail. When he arrives he is informed that Ransom and his lawyer are waiting in a meeting room and have been for a while. Andy responds with a smile and a simple I know. He is escorted back to the room and the first thing he sees is Ransom’s worried face. For some reason a sense of pity washes over Andy.

“Why am I here?” Ransom asks. He looks worried, agitated. Andy motions for him to sit, so he does.

“Your mom got your conviction overturned.” Andy says, Ransom is shocked.

“How?!” He exclaims.

“How else? Money.” Andy says with some edge in his voice. “Anyway, it’s under the condition that you return home under monitoring or go to halfway house and they monitor you there.” He looks at Ransom and then his lawyer. “So what’s it gonna be?”

His lawyer glares at Andy and starts to say, ‘let us talk it over’ but Ransom answers fast.

“No. I-“ He looks away. “I won’t go back with her, I can’t. I’d prefer jail.” Ransom stands up and knocks on the door, telling the guard he is done.

“Ransom you’re a free man.” His lawyer says. Ransom shakes his head and lets out a broken laugh.

“No one is free in that house. No one.” With that he is taken away and his lawyer start to bargain with Andy. Andy doesn’t listen because he actually feels sorry for the kid. As he is leaving and walking to his car a reminder from his calendar pops up. He forgot that he has a lunch meeting today, and then he gets an idea. “Well damn, maybe those ladies are exactly what he needs.” Andy gives the building another glance before he leaves. He sees Ransom looking out of the community room window, watching him.

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“Do you think they would be up for another?” Andy asks as he takes a sip of his beer. Ari laughs and shrugs.

“I don’t know. You could have called any one of them and asked. I’m not their handler.” Ari laughs and Andy nods in agreement.

“I know but you are like the big brother-“ Andy says and Ari cuts him off.

“Whoa! No. I’m more like a ‘late in life Step-brother’, I do sleep with them so let’s not compare us to a bio-sibling relationships. In fact let’s not compare me and the ladies in any way that would make us related.. at all.” Ari says and Andy lets out a loud laugh. Ari can’t help but smile, he hasn’t seen Andy this happy in years. Lori going crazy and Andy finding Peach to start over with while also helping with Jacob was the best thing to happen to him.

“Anyway, all I’m saying is you aren’t attached to any of them, at least not permanently. So you can be unbiased on if a new guy would work.”

“Well sure,” Ari says, “But that doesn’t mean they have the space for another guy.”

“Just meet him. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, he is an asshole but I think he needs it.” Andy begs. “I can’t let all the work I put in on that case go to waste. I need him to actually do some time and come out better for it.” Ari sighs and agrees.

“Okay, I’ll meet him and then bring it up to the ladies if he seems like he’d be a good fit.” Ari says. “But you owe me another beer.”

“Deal.”

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Ari gets one look and conversation with Ransom and he just knows, the house is where he needs to be. Ari calls a family meeting that night and tells you all about Ransom. The boys aren’t super thrilled and you ladies are the slightest bit hesitant.

“Will he bunk downstairs with Jefferson?” You ask. Ari nods.

“Look, he’s not the greatest guy and he is an asshole. He was in jail for attempted murder of his grandfather and murdering the maid.” He looks at you, he knows you are the one that would give in. “Come on, Daze. Trust me, he needs it.” You look at Ari and then at Steve and Bucky.

“Oh come on Daisy- don’t look at me like that.” Steve says.

“Yeah that’s not fair. You know we can’t say no to those eyes.” Bucky says. He sighs and nods. He looks to Steve who is the deciding factor and he nods as well. You look at Ari and smile as the others agree.

“I’m not gonna lie, yall are gonna hate him.” He looks at you all. “You are all kind and you’ve become family. He is new and he will push buttons. Just be prepared and remember you all agreed.” He gives it a minute for anyone to back out. When you don’t he smiles and uncrosses his arms, he didn’t realize when he crossed them to begin with. “I’ll call Andy and let him know.” Ari gives your shoulder a little squeeze as he walks out of the room.

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“A house full of 9 other men and 3 women? And the three women make the rules and call the shots?” Random asks.

“Yeah, I live there and we are like a little family.” Ari says, Ransom rolls his eyes. Ari looks at Andy and Andy urges him to continue. “Look Ransom, it’s a nice place. Food, freedom, a bedroom to yourself. You get your life back and if I’m being honest? The ability to have sex again with a person and not just your hand.”

“Whoa wait- the women sleep with you all?!” Ransom asks, way more intrigued than before.

“Well it’s not like a requirement and they aren’t just giving it out to anyone there. They are all married and have another man or two that they spend time with as well. And those men live in the house. You play your cards right and just maybe one will take a liking to you.” Andy looks at Ari and then looks back at Ransom, he can tell that Ransom is already sold and isn’t really listening anymore. “Again it’s not a promise but it’s definitely a possibility. But you’ll have to really work at getting on their good sides. They are all about rule following and having a harmonious environment. And they let us live there for basically free. I mean we have to help pay the bills but no rent fees and stuff like that.” Ransom still looks slightly skeptical. “No check ins with parole officers, no ankle monitors, this is your best option. Unless you wanna go to a real halfway house?”

“No.” Random answers.

“Or back to your mom’s.” Andy says

“No, please-“ Ransom says desperately. “Please don’t make me go back there. I can’t.”

Ari nods and puts his hand on his hips.

“Okay then, the house it is. Don’t worry it will all be okay. All is well and stuff.” Ari smiles and Andy laughs. “Alright, let’s get you released!”

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“A halfway house??” Linda asks, staring down Ari and Andy. “That’s really what my Ransom decided on?!”

“Yup!” Andy says. “I was surprised myself when Ransom chose it. But I think he just wants a fresh start.”

“What kind of halfway house is this?” Linda asks. “I want to research it.”

“You’re not gonna find it online ma’am.” Ari explains. “But I promise Ransom will thrive there.” He smiles and Linda looks at him still skeptical.

“I need to see this house.” She demands.

“I’m sorry but for this to work for Ransom he needs to go ‘no contact’ for the first few months.” Ari gives Linda a perfect smile and she blushes. “We will take great care of him, I promise.”

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Ransom gets released and says goodbye to his mom. She’s weepy and Ransom is counting the minutes till they are in the car. The drive there is quiet, Ransom is either scared that Ari is actually taking him somewhere to kill him or he’s sad. Ari is betting on the first one. “Well here we are.” They pull up into a long driveway covered by trees. You can’t see the house from the road and it’s surrounded by forest. The house is huge, Ransom counts at least 10 windows on the front of the house, and that’s just the bottom floor. It’s a new build but it looks old, it makes Ransom smile, reminds him of his grandfathers house. Not the same style, just the grandness of it.

“Whose house is this?” Ransom asks once the car is parked. Ari just smiles.

“Come on in, you can meet guys.” Ari says as he climbs out. Ransom is skeptical he bets this was all a trap and there aren’t any women at all. If he’s honest that the only reason he agreed. Free place to stay and 3 ladies who he can get in bed with. What more could a guy ask for? If there are no women inside he’s gonna lose it, these men will feel his sharp tongue and the weight of his lawyers. The entryway is nicely decorated, there is a place by the front door where everyone leaves their shoes. There are cookies baking in the oven, and the house is almost spotless. “It’s usually never this clean. Clean but but not this clean.” Ari laughs. “I think they just wanted to make a good first impression.”

“Where are they?” Random asks as he sets his bag on the floor. “Seems like no one is here.”

“Well the ladies and a couple of the guys aren’t but some of the men are still here. Something important came up this weekend that pulled away a few and then the others are visiting friends and family.” Ari explains.

“Why would they leave town when a new guy is arriving? Seems a little rude if you ask me.” Random pouts a little. A weekend with just a bunch of dudes? Not his idea of a good weekend.

“They wanted you to meet the guys first and let you get settled in. Then the emergency happened and pulled two of the guys away as well. You’ll meet them when they get back.” Ari explains and motions for Ransom to follow along. They walk down the hall and bump into Jake.

“Oh hey! I’m Jensen- well Jake, you can call me Jake.” He shake Ransom’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” With that Jake is walking down the hall, “follow me, allow Ari to rest a little. I’ll show you around.” Ransom gives Ari a look and Ari pats his shoulder.

“Jake’s great, he will show you to your room.” Ari says as he walks to his room.

“Great, I get the puppy dog to show me around.” Ransom mumbles. Jake hears him but he just smiles and keeps walking.

“This here is Daisy’s room, she share it with her Husband Steve and her boyfriend Bucky.” Jake says, that catches Ransom’s attention.

“Boyfriend?” Ransom questions. “I didn’t realize this was that kind of house.” He smirks and Jake turns around. “I mean I knew the ladies could get around if they wanted but I didn’t realize they had boyfriends and husbands.” Jake shakes his head and laughs.

“Oh they are gonna have fun with you.” Jake laughs again and Ransom smirks.

“I’m hoping.” Ransom answers and Jake can’t help but laugh again. He pats his shoulder which Ransom is getting really tired of, when did people start to think they could touch him, Ransom Drysdale.

“Follow me.” They walk farther down the hall. “This is Dutchess and her husband Frank Adler’s room, Her boyfriend Bucky lived here too.”

“Wait- so Bucky is with Daisy and Dutchess?!” Random is starting to get very excited at the possibilities in this house.

“Oh no! You see- Huh how to explain this?” Jake thinks for a moment. “Guess the truth is best.” Jake looks at Ransom and smiles. “A few of these guys are Avengers. Like Tony stark, saving the world, Avengers.” Ransom stares in disbelief. “And Daisy’s Bucky is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes that was cleared of all crimes as the Winter Soldier. He has been living here with Steve Rogers, yes ‘the’ Captain America, they’ve been living here in domestic bliss since the world ended and then is suddenly didn’t.” Ransom nods, he remembers that. One day he is fine and then next day the women he had been having sex with was just gone. She showed up 5 year later in the same spot she disappeared from. Sadly he had moved on and neither of them took kindly to three people suddenly being in Ransom’s bed. It was a rough day. "Anyway. They are with Daisy and happy as can be. They sometimes still go help out but for the most part they are retired. Now Dutchess Bucky is from another timeline.”

“Like time travel?! Where the fuck am I?!?” Ransom looks around to see if he was being punked. Jake laughs.

“Yeah it takes a lot to get use to but they are all really great. But as I was saying. Dutchess Bucky is from like 8 years ago. He was brought forward in time and he was gonna be used by some evil men to help end the world again but Steve and Bucky saved him. So now we have two Bucky’s. We call them both Bucky while they are separate, cause well that’s their name. But if they are both present then we call Daisy’s Bucky, James. And Dutchesses Bucky, Winter. Since he is still kinda the Winter Soldier. But he’s in therapy so no worries!” Jake just smiles like all he said was completely normal, Ransom shake his head and motions for Jake to continue the tour.

“Mine and Precious’ room is down there, we already passed it. This door leads to the basement and that’s where your room will be.”

“The basement? No, I don’t do basements.”Ransom complains.

“Well Ari has the attic so the only place left is the basement.” Jake says and then starts down the stairs. “But it’s really nice, honestly!” Ransom grumbles as he follows Jake. The basement is completely finished and has 5 rooms with 2 shared bathrooms. Only two of the rooms are occupied and the rest have very basic furnishings. “Jefferson! Come on out, meet the new guy!” Ransom has to hold back a laugh when the man walks out in a knee length dress coat and has a three piece suit on, he was obviously working on something.

“Did I miss something? Are we going to the opera?” Ransom jokes and Jefferson glares at him. Jake lightly laughs and steps between Jefferson and Ransom.

“Okay, not the best way to make friends, Ransom. Also Jefferson could slice your neck open without you even noticing or it hurting. So be nice.” Ransom rolls his eyes and gives a polite wave, Jefferson closes his door without a word. “Okay next is Frank, different than the one that’s upstairs, obviously. He has no last name and he comes and goes as he please, and I think he is actually here for once. Frank?” Jake knocks on the door and Frank answers.

“New guy?” He asks. And Jake nods. “Hi, good luck. If you do as they say, you’ll love it.” He smiles and closes his door. Ransom looks at Jake who just laughs.

“Now your room!” Jake takes him to the room next to Jefferson’s. “This will be yours, keep it clean and make yourself at home. I’ll leave you to get settled and then you can come up whenever you’re ready” Ransom nods and then looks around the room. He slowly walks in and takes stock of his new living arrangement. He sighs and drops his bag on the ground.

“Well fuck.” Ransom mutters. “I better get a lot of sex.” He opens his bag and starts laying things out. Yes he grew up with servants and he hardly had to do anything for himself, but he wasn’t helpless. Although he thinks, it would be nice if one of the ladies could wash his clothes, that he never learned how to do. Eventually he makes his way back upstairs. He bumps into Dutchess’ husband Frank and her Bucky- or Winter? Is that what Jake said? Yeah that’s what he said. They both eye him wearily and then just nod, still unsure of their new housemate. The day goes on and Ransom settles in. He has basic conversation with the guys, they all seem nice, a little soft if you ask him.

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Things start to take a turn when the first of the ladies shows back up. Frank walks outside and opens a car door for a beautiful women. Ransom can tell from here that her smile is perfect and that her eyes are incredible. Frank pulls her into his arms and gives her a kiss. Winter walks out and meets her too, she pulls him close and kisses his cheek. When they come walking in Jake waves hello and Jefferson smiles. She is polite to the guys and they seem to like her. She spots Ransom and she smiles.

“Hi, you must be Ransom, I’m Dutchess.” She extends her hand and Ransom smile and gives her hand a shake. Her voice is a sound Ransom wants to hear all night long.

“Nice to meet you too, Dutchess.” Ransom answers back politely. She then heads off with Frank and Winter. Jefferson and Jake lightly laugh and joke how they won’t see those three till dinner. Ransom watches them disappear down the hall. Once they are out of sight, or at least they thought, Dutchess gives Winter a kiss, a pretty passionate one at that. Then she turns and kisses Frank as Winter opens the bedroom door and they all three disappear into the room. Ransom laughs to himself and then smiles.

“So Ransom? You think you’ll like it here?” Jake asks. Ransom nods.

“Definitely.” He gives another look down the hall where Dutchess just disappeared to.

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The next one Ransom meets is Daisy and it’s a little more chaotic. It’s the next day and Ransom is sitting in the living room scrolling the TV channels when he hears car doors slam. There is a lot of commotion and then someone is swinging open the front door and stomping inside.

“I told you to stay in the fucking jet! I didn’t want him seeing you!” The man says to the shorter woman walking in behind him. Wow she’s beautiful too, Ransom thinks.

“It was fine, I was able to draw him out and I subdued him. Now, Steve is getting him locked away in the basement as we speak. You would still be fighting him if it wasn’t for me.” You smile and pat his cheek, his metal arm reaches out and takes your wrist in his hand. He knows his strength and he know she’s not hurting you. Ransom finds himself wondering what her skin feels like, soft for sure. He wants to nibble on that wrist.

“I didn’t want him to know you even existed. Now he knows Steve and I have someone we care about. Someone he could hurt if he ever got free.” The man explains. You pull your hand free and lay it against his face again, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“Bucky,” you say as you look up at him. Ransom concludes that this is the ‘other Bucky’ or ‘James’ as Jake called him. “That’s why he is here, for us to help him be free. To help him heal.” You lean in and kiss him. Just then another man comes walking down the hall, coming up from the basement.

“He’s locked away with the special chains Tony made out of Vibranium.” You nod and kiss this man’s cheek. “And we are horrible housemates,” Ransom realizes he has finally been spotted. “Hey there! I’m Steve and this is my wife Daisy and our boyfriend Bucky.” Ransom clocks the words ‘our boyfriend’, that is something he will have to find out more about later.

“Stevie, if you keep introducing me like that people are going to think we are fucking.”Steve laughs and Bucky steps up and offers his hand for a shake. “I am Daisy’s boyfriend and Steve’s best friend.. he just likes to joke and weird people out with our situation.” Ransom laughs and shakes Bucky’s hand.

“Why is that?” Ransom asks. You answer before they can.

“Because Steve can be a little shit and Bucky jokes around telling people they ‘were roommates’ back in the war.” You explain and Ransom laughs again.

“Well, nice to meet you, all of you.” Ransom says, then he gets a little bold. He eyes up up and down, you three definitely notice. He decides to play along and make friends, keeping the jokes going. “So you two never fuck?” He motions between Steve and Bucky. They both laugh and shrug.

“Ehhh I guess you can’t say never.” Bucky shrugs and Steve slaps his chest.

“Yes you can, we’ve never fucked.” Steve glares at Bucky who just laughs. Ransom can tell that is a, Don’t be sharing our business with people we don’t know, look. which leads Ransom to believe that the answer is actually yes, they have, at least in some sort of way.

“Okay okay, boys. Go get unpacked and showered. I plan to spend all day in bed and I need my squeaky clean men with me.” You give them kisses and send them on their way. Steve and Bucky talk and joke and shove each other as they walk away. Ransom can’t help but smile, which is a weird feeling for him but this place just seems right. Especially with this beautiful women standing in front of him. You smell so good, Ransom wants to bury his face in your hair and just live there. Your suit leaves nothing to the imagination, the only thing Ransom needs to know that he can’t see because the suit is black, is if you have tan lines.

“What was your name again?” Random asks politely but starting to let his gaze linger on your body.

“Daisy,” you smile and bring yourself a little closer. You know he is looking you over so you tease him a little by getting closer but not touching him. The name is perfect for you, Ransom thinks. You are the personification of a Daisy; soft, sweet, and sunshine. Wow he really wants to run his fingers through your hair, so much so he physically puts his hands in his pockets to keep himself in line.

“Well Daisy, it is very nice to meet you.” Ransom smirks, turning on his charm. “I can’t wait to get to know you better.” You blush a little and reach out, taking his hand from his pocket and giving it a squeeze.

“You too Ransom. We will catch up later, okay? Right now my two men need my attention and I need sleep. 72 hour, turn around missions are not for the weak.” You smile and turn to leave, Random calls after you.

“Something tells me that nothing about you is weak, Daisy Mae.” You just wave over your shoulder as to hide the blush forming on your face. He is a cutie you think. When you bump into Steve and Bucky they make it their personal mission to make sure that blush is from them and them alone. They remind you that the ‘new guy’ may be cute but they are sexy as hell and they can go multiple rounds in the same hour. You sleep well into the next morning and you are sore the next day but so satisfied. Ransom tries to not let that bother him too much.

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The last one Ransom meets is Precious. She comes walking in that morning with her suitcase in hand. Jake walks over and he gives her a big kiss and she smiles and rubs his chest as she looks up at him. “Hiya Jakey.” She says, her voice is soft and sweet, Ransom wants her to say his name in that voice. “How did our new friend settle in?” Ransom turns around to see that She is talking to him.

“Pretty good, would have been better if you ladies had been here to welcome me yourselves.” Precious laughs and Ransom hears your sweet laugh from the hall as you walks out to grab some snacks.

“Well, we were all busy and we thought it would do you well to meet the guys first.” You explains. Ransom glances over to you and sees you are in a slip nightgown. It’s silk, blue, and really hot. He watches you walk away and sees how the dress hangs right at your ass. He turns to see Precious and Jake getting comfortable, Jake is leaning his chin on Precious’ shoulder as he watches her flip through the mail. Her eyes flick up and meet his, she smiles and then turns to Jake.

“I desperately need to shower. Join me?” She asks him and Jake is practically running to the bathroom. Precious smiles at Ransom, “We are all happy that you’ve decided to join us. Make yourself at home, it’s yours now too.” Precious leaves the kitchen and heads to the bathroom with Jake. Ransom smirks and watches as her hips sway as she walks away.

“Oh believe me, I will.” And with that he starts to strategize.

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He gives it a day, he sleeps in his bed and ignores the soft sounds of mattresses squeaking and headboards knocking against the wall. It’s unfair that they are all getting laid while he sits down here having to keep himself company with his hand. He needs to make his move, but on who, he starts touching himself as he thinks about all three ladies. “Dutchess wouldn’t work, she’s gonna make me work for it, I can tell.” He laughs to himself as he keeps thinking aloud, slowly palming over himself. “Which I am not against but that obviously doesn’t help me now.” He takes himself in his hand and gives one full stroke, he moans as he arches off the bed a little. “Mmhmm and Daisy Mae, she seems like she’s gonna be fun, willing to fulfill some dirty dreams of mine.” He quickens his pace, his breath catching a little. “But that husband of hers and her boyfriend, they will be touch ones to get past.” He works himself right to the edge, “Precious, mmhmm fffffuuuccckkk! Jake shouldn’t be a problem to get past. She won’t be easy though, I’m gonna have to work for it. She seems like one I can play with, she will be fun. Oh! Mmhmm yes!!!” He cums hard and it splashes all over his chest. He catches his breath and just smiles, it’s been a while since he’s been able to work one out. Jail isn’t exactly known for privacy. “I’m gonna have to pull out all the stops tomorrow.” He wipes himself off and collapses in bed completely naked, letting the cold air cool his overheated skin. “Fuck I can’t wait.” He smiles as he drifts off to sleep.

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The day goes by so slow Ransom keeps waiting and waiting for the perfect time. Daisy and her puppies went on a walk, that’s what He has decided to call Bucky and Steve for the time being, although Jake fits the ‘puppy demeanor’ as well. Dutchess and her cucks are off shopping. Is cucks too mean? Ransom thinks, nah. Thats kinda what they are, he tells himself. Precious is here all alone, well except for whoever is in the basement screaming, Ransom isn’t touching that with a twelve foot pole. Steve and Bucky brought that person in and he’s gonna leave it alone. Even Jefferson is gone, something about needing to see someone, Ari went with him. It’s just Ransom and Precious. He strips as he walks to Precious’ room he slams the door and goes to sit on her freshly made bed. He picks up the book from her bedside table and starts to flip through the pages. He sees phrases like He licks up her neck as he pushes inside her, Ransom smirks “oh Precious.” He flips some pages. She is on her knees and looks up at him with big doe eyes. She smirks and leans forward to kiss his- the door opens and pulls Ransom’s attention from the book. He sees Precious standing in the doorway, her arms are crossed and she’s just looking at Ransom. “So this is what you read.” He smirks and bite his lip as he tosses the book on the bed, letting Precious get a full view. “You know reading can only get you so far.” Precious smirks back and lightly laughs.

“I do alright for myself.” She uncrosses her arms and Ransom stands from the bed, walking closer to where she stands near the door.

“Is that right, Princess?” Ransom says dawning her a new nickname.

“It is.” She stands from where she is, keeping her gaze on his face and not his abs and definitely not that wonderful treasure trail and where is leads.

“Whatever you say, princess.” Ransom quips. He walks towards the door, he knows her eyes are on him, checking out his ass. He walks out the door and sees Jake walking in from outside. He is shocked and slightly angered at Ransom’s forwardness, a new nickname and strutting around naked?! Ransom just laughs and keeps walking. Everyone else had made it home by now and from where they were in the living room and kitchen they got a full view of Ransom’s goods as well. Jake makes a b-line to his bedroom and he sees Precious staring down the hall at Ransom, she’s biting her lip a little and doesn’t notice her husband walking in the room. That is until the door slams closed and her view of Ransom’s fantastic ass is disturbed. Precious blushes, knowing she’s been caught.

“Jakey,” she lightly laughs.

“Princess? Now, is that your name, Precious?” Jake walks forward and takes her jaw in his hand, his touch is light and soft but Precious knows what’s about to happen. Jake smiles and then it turns a little devilish. “What’s your name?”

“Precious.” She answers as he rubs his thumb across her lips.

“Whose are you?” He asks, so possessive and hot. Precious lets a moan slip as he pulls her close.

“Yours, Jakey.” She opens her mouth and she teases his thumb in her tongue.

“You got that right.” He walks her backwards to the bed. They aren’t seen till much later in the day and Precious has the most blissful look on her face as she hangs on her man as they snuggle on the couch. Ransom just laughs, he laid the foundation, he knows Precious wants him, it’s only a matter of time, and Ransom’s got plenty of it. ‘Now onto Daisy’, he thinks. Ransom looks at you across the room and you blush and then lean into Steve a little more.

*** Present day***

Ransom looks at Ari and smiles. “Yeah, it is definitely what I needed.” Ransom stands up. “And you can tell Andy that I really am loving ‘camp’.” Ari laughs as Ransom heads inside.

It is your last night with just Bucky and he wants to make sure you feel special.

“Where are we going?!” You giggle as Bucky pulls you close. “Why do I need all this new stuff?!” Bucky kisses your cheeks and down your neck.

“Because I want to dote on ‘my wife’.” He kisses you and then pulls back as he slaps your ass. “Go open your gifts and be ready by 6.” He winks as he leaves the room. You turn and open all the bags that Bucky had placed on the bed. A new purse, new earrings, new heels, and a new dress. It’s black and hugs you in all the right places.

“Bucky Barnes you know how to spoil a girl” you say to the empty room. You get dressed and your hair and makeup done just in time. You are slipping on your heels and spraying on your perfume when Bucky walks in. He is dressed in a well tailored suit. The blue brings out his eyes and he looks so good. His beard is nicely trimmed and just long enough. His hair is perfectly styled and ready for you to run your fingers through. You bite your lip and walk over to him. He pulls you close and kisses you deeply.

“You look beautiful, Doll.” Bucky says as he kisses you again. You giggle and thank him.

“You look pretty good yourself.” He puts his arm around your shoulders and you two walk out into the living room. You grab your new purse and head out the door. Bucky is the perfect gentleman. He opens your door, helps you in, before you get going Bucky lays his hand on your inner thigh and gives it a little squeeze. He always does this and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You wrap your arms around his and kiss his arm as he starts the drive into town. You have a lovely dinner under the fall stars. To end the night he orders wine and a creamy, delicious dessert. He feeds you about in between his and when it’s all gone he kisses you and licks some of the chocolate you missed off your lips. “Mmhmm Bucky, take me home,” you whisper, “Please baby?”

“You never have to beg me, Doll.” Bucky answers as he pulls your hand up and kisses your knuckles. He pays the bill and you two make your way home. You should have known something was up when the bedroom door was cracked open, Steve always makes sure it is firmly closed. When you walk in the whole room is dark except for the glow of the candles around the window and on the dresser. You can see the bathroom has candles as well and that the tub is full and going with the jets.

“Bucky?” You turn and ask.

“You deserve to be doted on,” he says as he slowly turns you around. He moves your hair out of the way and unzips your dress, his fingers grazing your back and causing goosebumps in their wake. He kisses your shoulders as he pushes the dress off of them, letting it fall and look at your feet. “So all night is what you need and want.” He unhooks your bra and lets it fall to the ground. You turn your head to capture his lips in a kiss, he moves his hands around and cups your breasts in his hands, one real one metal.

“Bucky,” you gasp, needing more.

“Let get in the bath, huh?” He suggests and you nod. You pull him closer and slip off his jacket. You unbutton his shirt and let your hands roam over his toned body. You kiss his lips as you fiddle with his belt, pulling it out and tossing it across the room. Bucky unbuttons his pants before you can and he is stepping out of them just as fast. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist as he drops you to the bed first. “On second thought, I need a taste first.” He winks as he settles on top of you, boxing you in.

“I need these off, now.” You tease as you snap Bucky’s boxer briefs.

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky coos as he stands up to slips them off. He reaches out and completely rips your underwear off.

“Bucky!?” You gasp. “I really liked those!” Bucky smirks and pulls you closer by, massaging your ass.

“And I already bought you 12 new pairs and they are washed and in the dresser.” He kisses down your body spending time on each breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth and lavishing them with his tongue. You hum and play with his hair, it’s just long enough for you to run your fingers through and grip when you need to. Bucky kisses done you body and settles between your legs, he leaves kisses and love bites all along your inner thighs until he reaches your center. His gaze flicks up to yours as he leans in and places a little kiss on your clit. The shudder it sends through your body makes you both smile.

“Please Bucky!” You breathlessly moan and to answer you he seals his lips over your clit and begins to suck and lick, bring you to the edge so fast that you don’t have time to warn him, not that he cares in the slightest. He moans as he licks up your juices and continues to eat you out. Bringing you close to the edge again before he stops and kisses up your body. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap you legs around his waist as he massages your ass. He makes is way to the bathroom as you kiss him desperately. He meets your desperation with his tongue shoved in your mouth. You moan around it as he teases the rim of your ass with his finger tip. He pulls back and smirks down at you before he kisses down your jaw to your neck. He climbs into the tub with you still in his arms and that small display of strength has you dripping in need. Thankfully when you built this house You had the bright idea to put all the tub inside the showers, that way when it overflows, which it will because the men are big, it overflows into the shower and drains. So when Bucky sits down with you in his arms, most of the water escapes the tub. You giggle and Bucky continues to kiss all over your neck and chest.

“What’s so funny Baby girl?” Bucky teases as he slips his real hand between your bodies.

“Nothing, just my big tough man surrounded by bubbles and lavender.” You smile and kiss him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You kiss his nose and he acts like he’s gonna bite yours. You sit in Bucky’s lap and your hands roam over each others bodies as you make out. Eventually you start to grind your aching center over his hard cock. The sounds he makes are music to your ears.

“Oh Daisy- mmhmm yyeesss!” He moans before he pulls you closer by the small of your back. His other hand guides his cock to your entrance and you capture his lips as he bottoms out in you.

“Bucky- so- mhm so full baby.” You choke out. You can take your men at the same time, but that doesn’t mean you ever get use to the stretch. Bucky kisses your jawline and down your neck as he whispers against your skin.

“I know baby, I’ll move in a second. I just need a minute.” He leaves a love bite on your collarbone and you moan loudly. “Squeezing me so good. So tight.” You whimper as he starts to move his hips, the water splashing around but you don’t care. Bucky is good at many things but one thing he is excellent at? Getting you to the edge in record time. He gets you there and then slowly backs off, calming you down only to get you right back on the edge. He is the master at edging and he can tell by your moans when you’re in the mood for it and when you aren’t. And you most definitely are tonight. He loops his arms around your back and reaches up to grab your shoulders. He pulls you down against him and begins to fuck up into you.

“Yesyesyesyes!!! Bucky!” He kisses your neck and then he completely stops. You whimper but lean in to kiss him anyway. You kiss him until he starts thrusting up into you again. You whisper against his lips “Yesyesyes, right there- Don’t stop! Ffffuuuccckkk!” Bucky is feeling a little soft tonight so he edges you once and then lets you cum, working you right over the edge.

“That’s it Baby girl, mmhmm fuck yes! Squeeze me tight- yyeess!” He cums deep inside you as you milk him dry. You nuzzle into his neck and kiss all around as he works himself through his high. His head tilts back and rests on the edge of the tub as he catches his breath. You kiss up his jawline and meet his lips and he moans into your mouth. “Mmhmm Daisy, my Baby girl- woohhh you really know how to pull one outta me.” He smirks and you blush. You kiss him and lean against his chest. He is still buried inside you and he stays like that till you decide it’s finally time to actually bathe and get ready for bed. When the tub starts to drain Steve takes that as his cue to come in.

“Hey Daisy girl,” he kisses you sweetly. “Did you have a fun night?” he asks, already knowing the answers seeing as once you and Bucky got into the bathroom he went and laid on the bed. You nod and he leans in to kiss you again. “Good.” Steve says with a pat to your ass. Bucky walks by and Steve gives his shoulder a squeeze before Bucky leans in and kisses you.

“We had a great night, didn’t we?” You nod and giggle as he kisses you neck.

“We did!” you look back at Bucky.

“I think only one thing could have made it better.” Bucky says and you bite your lip.

“Oh? And what’s that?” Steve asks. You look at Bucky and smirk. Bucky laughs and motions to you.

“If you had joined us,” You answer. “You were left out. You deserve some attention too.” Steve smirks, his eyes turning a little dark. He simply unties his drawstring sweatpants and slowly pulls himself out, stroking himself while looking at you. Blush starting to spread across your cheeks and you tongue darting out to lick your lips.

“Well how about I get some attention now.” Steve suggests and you bite your lip again and look at Bucky. He lightly laughs and settles back against the counter.

“Well I’m not gonna do it, Baby girl.” He crosses his arms. “But I’d love to watch. Get your fill baby.” You settle on your knees after Steve moves the bathmat for you to have a cushion. You take him in your mouth and work him over. Bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue all around, even playing with his balls and teasing his ass a little. When he cums he does as he fucks your face, you don’t waste a single drop, you even open your mouth and stick out your tongue to show him what a ‘good girl’ you are. Steve moans and pulls you into a kiss and then Bucky does the same. Not ‘grossed out’ by the fact you taste like Steve, he doesn’t care one bit.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Bucky says. He squeezes your ass. Steve decides to be a little tease.

“Well, thanks Buck! But this is really about Daisy right now.” Steve kisses your neck from behind. As you laugh and Bucky shakes his head and slaps the side of Steve’s ass. He then pulls you into a kiss.

“Mmhmm let’s get to bed.” Bucky murmurs against your lips.

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Once in bed you explain to them what you plan to do with Ransom the following morning. “My one request,” Bucky asks, “is that after this the bath is saved for me and Stevie. I know that’s your go to aftercare but I need something special that’s just ours.” You think for a minute and then look at Steve, you can tell he is thinking the same thing. “I know he loves baths and I don’t mind you sharing one with him but I don’t want you to have sex with him and then start washing his hair and taking care of him like you do us.” You lay a hand on his chest and agree.

“Okay, aftercare baths are only for my husbands.” You say. “I will still let Ransom have his baths if he wants them with me, but we will move it to the bed after the fact. How does that sound?” You ask. Steve nods and Bucky kisses your head.

“Thank you, Daisy. I love you.”

“I love you too, Bucky. I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too, Daisy. I’ll tell they guys.” You silently thank him. Steve picks up his phone and sends out a message to the guys that are with Daisy.

***Text conversation***

Steve- Update to Daisy’s rules. Bath aftercare is saved for husbands alone. Baths and sex in the bath/shower are acceptable with Daisy but no form of aftercare will take place in said bath or shower. Sign back if you agree to the new rules.

Ari- wasn’t that already, like a thing?

Steve- no

Ari- oh, okay. Yeah I agree.

Jefferson- I agree.

Frank (EB)- I agree.

Ransom- who the fuck is this guy?^

Frank (EB)- 🤦🏻 We’ve met multiple times…

Ransom- no recollection

Steve- Ransom do you agree or not?

Ransom- yeah yeah, I agree.

Steve- thank you

Ransom- but what happens if I didn’t 🤔😏

Steve-

Frank (EB)-

Jefferson-

Ari- 😒

Ransom- who the fuck is banging on my door?!

Steve- it’s Bucky… he just wants to talk. 🙂😊

Ransom- well call him off, I agree and won’t try anything!!

***End Text***

Ransom hears Bucky’s footsteps retreating up the stairs and he rolls his eyes. Bucky crawls back into bed with you and you hold him tight as Steve holds you. Happy as can be with your men.

You wake up to the door creaking open and someone making themselves at home on the end of your bed. You turn over and see it is 8am. Steve and Bucky had left to go on a run, they knew your plans with Ransom this morning and they wanted to be out of the room when he arrived but back before you were done. Just in case Ransom tried to pull anything regarding the new rule. Your boys are always so concerned for you, you smile at the thought. Sitting up and stretching as you scoot to the edge of the bed, Bucky had left you a warm cup of coffee just the way you like it and Steve had left you a little love note. You lift your coffee and warm your hands with it as you stand and head to the bathroom. You haven’t given Ransom a look since he snuck in the room. You throw a hand over your shoulder and beckon him to follow, you know he is watching, and follow you is exactly what he does. You smile as you enter the bathroom and see that Steve and Bucky did exactly as you asked before they left. Ransom walks in, a little too smug, that is until he sees the tub filled with ice and water.

“What- what the hell is this?!” He looks at you, “Daisy?!? I held my tongue and was decent to everyone-“

“Just barely. Besides ice baths are great for you.” You smile as you pull him closer to the tub.

“They aren’t good for my dick.” He starts to pout. “I thought I was getting some sweet time with my Daisy Mae, not torture before 9am.” Ransom complains yet he doesn’t leave. He stays, arms crossed and staring at the ice floating around. You giggle to yourself and pull off the shirt you were wearing, it’s a shared shirt between Steve and Bucky. They both wear it so you are surrounded by them even when they aren’t there. Ransom sees your bare skin, no underwear or bra, absolutely bare. Ransom looks you up and down as he smirks. “Well well, Daisy Mae-“

“Shhh if you want all this,” you motion to your body, “then you will get in the tub.”

“But why?!” Ransom strips off his shirt and tosses it with yours, secretly hoping his scent will stay on your shirt as well.

“Because,” you start to explain. “Even though you held your tongue, you still insulted Bucky yesterday. Calling him a machine?! He was abused and you decided to turn it into a punch line. So if you wanna make jokes then you have to endure a fraction of what he endured. If you want the warmth and embrace of my arms, you will get in the damn tub and understand the weight of the jokes you make.” You stand firm, arms crossed, voice steady. Ransom’s eyes flick to the tub again and then to you.

“Okay, but I’m not gonna be happy about it.” Ransom snaps. You smile and rub his back as he walks closer to the tub.

“I’d expect nothing less.” You kiss his cheek, “I’m even letting you keep your pants on, so be happy. They weren’t as kind to Bucky.”

Ransom takes a deep breath and slips one leg in. “Fuck!!” He groans. “I better get a good blow job after this.” He takes a breath and fully slips into the tub. You smile and lean over the side to kiss his cheek.

“You’ll take whatever I give you and you’ll like it.” You beam at Ransom and how he is simply obeying. You can take his attitude, to be fair you’d be a little peeved if Steve or Bucky did this. Ransom looks at you and makes a point to shiver as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You know I get cold easily, that’s why I wear my sweaters.” Ransom says. You sit on the edge of the tub and rub up and down his chest. He lets a little moan slip out as he feels your warm hands across his cold skin.

“Warming up?” You tease and he grunts.

“Daisy, you are lucky I-“ he stops himself, he can’t say that. Nope not now, not ever. No one will have control over him, he’s Ransom Drysdale. Instead he says, “You’re lucky if I let you even suck my cock after this.” You laugh and pat his head.

“Okay, Ransom.” You take a deep breath without him noticing. You brace yourself and use all your strength to keep a calm face as you slide into the water with him, straddling his lap and placing your hands on his shoulders. “You’ll ‘let’ me do that and so so much more.” You coo in his ear. You press your body against his and he is mesmerized.

“How- Daisy you’re naked- you will freeze.” Ransom starts to stumble over his words as you kiss over his chest.

“I’m fine. I use to do one of these every morning with Bucky.” You explain.

“Why?”

“You really wanna know?” You ask and Ransom nods, “I’m letting you in, Ransom. I’m trusting you with a sensitive time in mine and Bucky’s life and relationship. Are you ready for that?” You ask again, wanting him to under that this is not information he can use at a later date to hurt or make fun of Bucky with. You see a rare moment of softness break in Ransom’s eyes. He nods.

“Yes, Daisy. You can trust me.” Ransom answers as he moves his hands out of the water and across your back. A little smile and moan breaks through as you feel his touch.

“I would do this every morning with Bucky to show him the cold can’t hurt him anymore and that it can be healing. Healing from pain, from stress, it can wake you up to the world around you. It’s something beautiful, cold, and pure. To show him that Ice also melts.” You reach behind you and pull the drain and then turn on the faucet to warm water. “When heat is applied ice melts. When warmth is added, hard, cold, ice, melts away and leaves room for growth.” You rub his chest, “for heat,” you lean forward and kiss his jawline, “for love.” You kiss him and he leans into it. “I would do this every morning to show him that the ice, the cold is a part of him and that he shouldn’t be scared anymore, that after the ice I would always be there for him. That after the ice I would be his warmth.” You gently take Ransom’s jaw in your hand. “That is the man you called a machine, Ransom. The man that so desperately clings to life and love because he has been controlled and frozen in time, in place, and in life. He never chose to be a “Machine” but he chose to let go of the past that hurt him while still finding something good from that time.” Ransom feels like an asshole, which is rare. Hardly anyone could make him feel that way or even care. But knowing just a little bit more about Bucky, knowing how content and happy Bucky is even after everything he has gone through, Random wants that.

“I’m- I’m sorry, Daisy.” He continues to draw circles on your hips with his fingers. He can’t bring himself to meet your gaze. Not while he is apologizing and you don’t push him to, which he is thankful for. It’s a big step, and you’ll let him take that as slowly as he needs. You hug him tightly and rub his back.

“Thank you, Ransom.” You pull back and kiss his cheek, that’s gets him to look at you. “We love you, I hope you know that.” He laughs and then scoffs.

“Okay, well you know what I love? Your pretty lips on my dick, which is frozen by the way. So you think we could get to the good stuff.” He teasingly thrusts up against you. You shake your head and sigh before you smile.

“I guess I should have expected that. Not ready to talk about ‘feelings’? Fine. But I’ll give you something better than my lips, huh?” You smile and stand up on your knees. Adjusting the temperature of the water and making it a little warmer. You turn around to see Ransom has taken off his pants and boxers and has thrown them on the tile floor, soaking wet. “Ransom?!? You will be cleaning that up. Understand?!”

“You got it, Daisy Mae!” He places his hands behind his head and he spreads his legs a little and watches you settle back over him.

“Oh I almost forgot!” You grab the bag of petals and bottle of bath oil.

“What? Oh my god- are you serious?!!” He throws his head back as you sprinkle the petals all in the water and pour some lavender oil in the water and on his chest.

“Yup! You wanted to ruin my flowers so I made sure they didn’t go to waste.” You smile and settle on his lap. You pat his chest. “Go on, get your fill.” Ransom smirks and reaches below the water, adjusting himself so he can slam up into you. Right before he does Steve and Bucky come walking back into the bedroom and then the bathroom. You smile over Ransom’s shoulder and they wave back.

“Should we come back in like what? 5 minutes?” Steve asks, teasing. Random is about to use his quick whit but you quiet him with your chest before he can. You pull his head forward and urge him to kiss your breast as you handle your husbands.

“Very funny, Bucky please go and get breakfast plates for us 4.” You turn to Steve, “you go get the mop so you can help Ransom clean up the water after we are done.” Steve winks and nods. Bucky comes over and kisses you sweetly, Ransom purposely thrust up into you and you moan against Bucky’s lips. Bucky laughs and reaches down to give your breast a squeeze.

“Yeah yeah, he feels good. We know.” Bucky teases as he leaves. Random looks up at you and smirks

“Do you talk about me to your Husbands?”

“Nope, it’s just you aren’t quiet at all.” Ransom gives you a look and you laugh. “Okay neither am I- just fuck me already.”

“Gladly.” Ransom smirks and then makes it his mission that even the dude chained in the basement who gives him the creeps can hear you scream as you cum. He is more than successful at that feat.

“RANSOM!!!!” You scream as you pass out on his shoulder. He cums deep inside you as you just moan and try to come back to earth. Ransom tries to move you off him so he can get up and get you out, not wanting to be accused of breaking the rules, but your dead weight and the angle in the tub makes that impossible.

“Daisy? Daisy Mae can you stand?” He asks.

“Mmhmm not yet. My legs are jello.” You smile and pat his face. “You did good, Ran.” You kiss him and then lay your head back down. About 45 minutes later Ransom finally gives in and does what he vowed he’d never do. He calls Bucky for help.

“Why just me and not Steve too?” Bucky asks as he easily lifts you off Ransom. You whine and cling to Bucky. Ransom gets out and grabs a towel.

“Well, she told me- the ice bath-“ Ransom sighs. “I just understand you a little more. She told me about the ice baths and- I’m sorry.” He looks at his feet, not looking Bucky in the eyes. “Anyway, I kinda know what it’s like- I mean not to your extent. I know what it’s like to feel like no one cares about you.” Ransom fiddles with his towel as he wraps it tighter. Bucky nods and looks down at a sleeping you. He gently smiles.

“Trauma is trauma, Ransom. I was beaten, used as an assassin, and frozen for years. You were neglected and never felt seen or truly loved for who you were.” Bucky kisses your cheek as you nuzzle closer. “Both are valid traumas that deserve healing. I’m glad Daisy didn’t give up on me and you should be glad she won’t give up on you.” Bucky gives him a nod and then walks into the bedroom with you curled up in his arms. Ransom dries off and ties the towel low around his waist, he gathers up his clothes before he walks out into the bedroom. He sees Bucky brushing your hair out of your face and whispering sweet nothings to you. Your breakfast is ready and waiting when you finally come back to earth. Bucky looks up and sees Ransom watching them. “Do you want to take care of her? She’s out of the bath, you can.” Ransom shakes his head.

“No I’m- not really an ‘aftercare’ type of guy anyway, bath or not.” Ransom looks at his feet as he answers and Bucky is taken aback. For the first time Ransom actually looks sad or maybe unsure. Bucky nods.

“You’ll never know till you try.” Bucky offers but Ransom just shakes his head. “Well if you see Steve out there go ahead and send him in with the mop.” Bucky says and Ransom nods. “Oh and Ransom?” Ransom turns around and looks at Bucky. “The next time you sleep with my wife, you will take care of her after. It’s what she deserves.” Ransom nods and goes to leave. He looks back at you and without even thinking he walks over and gives you a sweet kiss on your lips before he leaves the bedroom, having the decency for once to close the door. Bucky kisses you sweetly as the door opens, Steve walking in with the mop and a bucket. He walks over and kisses you.

“Hey Daze, did you have a good morning?” Steve asks as he lays a kiss to your forehead.

“A great morning!” You say as you open your eyes to look at him. “Did Ransom leave?” You ask, looking around, sad that he just left after the time you had.

“Yeah Daisy girl, he did” Steve pushes your hair away from your shoulders.

“He umm- he was running late-“ Bucky tries to find an excuse, he can’t. And he knows that you can see through it. “He’s just not ready for this part. Not yet, Daze.” You look down and fiddle with the blanket. You had thought he’d at least hold you for a few moments, especially after the time you had together.

“It’s okay, he’s still learning.” You snuggle close to Bucky as Steve cleans up the bathroom for you. Soaking up the water with a mop and emptying the tub. “Thank you Stevie, now come snuggle. I’m coming down real hard and need lots of love.” Steve smiles and abandons his job to snuggle with you and Bucky.

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Ransom looks around his room and he feels so alone, he shouldn’t have left you. “Damn it!” He screams and tosses a pillow off the bed. “You always fucking do this, Ransom.” He lays back against his bed “You have something good and you just push it away.” He thinks about you lying in Bucky’s arms, happy and content. He could never give you that and he needs to stop thinking he ever can.

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“I need to go see him.” You say as you sit up. You jump up and grab Bucky’s shirt to throw it on.

“Who?” Steve asks as he sits up, looking at Bucky. You 3 had just gotten comfortable and now you’re leaving.

“Ransom.” Bucky says as he sits up and squeezes Steve’s shoulder. Steve nods understanding and then looks to you.

“Go ahead,” Steve smiles and gives you a nod.

“He needs to learn that he can’t just run away. Because we will chase him down.” Steve says and you three laugh.

“Exactly!” You giggle and blow them a kiss as you head towards Ransom’s room. You don’t knock, you just walk right in. Ransom sits up, startled by the door.

“Daisy Mae-“ Ransom starts but you cut him off.

“Nope, we had sex and I require lots of snuggles and kisses after the fact. Bucky and Steve have been filling in for you but that stops today. If you want sex with me then you have to take care of me after. Deal?!” You look at him and you can see the smallest smile break across his face. He lifts his blanket and you walk over and crawl under the covers with him. He pulls you close and you snuggle to his chest. “Thank you, Ran.” He kisses your head and smiles

“You’re welcome, Daisy Mae.” He rubs your back and holds you tight as you fall asleep. About an hour later you wake up to Ransom kissing your forehead. He doesn’t know you’re awake and that’s the only reason he is showing such a sweet gesture. You shift a little to let him know you’re ‘waking up’ and to see if he stops. He presses one more kiss to your forehead and then moves off the bed to get dressed. “Hey Daisy Mae, we gotten get going. It’s almost lunch.”

“Mmhm okay.” You sit up to stretch and as you look around you see Bucky’s shirt laying on the end of the bed for you but Ransom has already left. You huff and pout. “One step forward, three steps back.” You slip on the shirt and just to poke at Ransom you take a clean pair of his boxers and slip them on. Needless to say Jake and even Ari had some whistles for you when you come out sporting the clothes of two different men. You just smile and walk straight over to Steve, sitting in his lap and letting him feed you some fruit from his lunch plate, you couldn’t be happier.

Later that day you pass by Ari in the hall. At this point you’ve gotten dressed but the leggings you are wearing are pretty tight. Ari looks up and down the hall before slipping a hand around your waist and kissing your cheek. “You get sexier by the day Daze.” You giggle and he kisses your jawline. “We haven’t had some fun in almost 2 months, what say we have some fun tonight.” He spins you around and pins your back against the wall and his body.

“I’d say, I already promised Jefferson and it’s been almost that long for him too.” You kiss Ari and he smiles against your lips. “So, rain check?” Ari nods and squeezes your ass.

“Rain check.” And with that he is walking out the door to meet Andy. You turn to see Natasha Romanoff sitting in your living room.

“Well hey stranger!” You laugh and cross over to her.

“Hey. You know if I didn’t know any better with all the men you are juggling I’d think you were a slut.” She smirks and you laugh.

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t know any better.” You tease back, and now she laughs. You give her a big hug and she returns the gesture. “What brings you here? Other than to stop by every six months to make sure I know what a slut I am.” Nat laughs again.

“I am here to get Steve and Bucky, Tony’s got something for them in a few days and I need to brief them.” She explains and you nod.

“A dangerous something?” You ask.

“Isn’t it always.” Nat says, with a hint of sadness.

“They are down in the basement with Cap, I’m headed that way now.” You walk with her to the basement door.

“Overdue for a date with your kitten?” Nat teases and you nod.

“Very!” Walking downstairs you hear the screams coming from Cap.

“Well he’s not happy.” Nat says.

“No, he’s not.” You say. “Well I’m going this way. They don’t like it when he sees me so,” Nat nods and waves goodbye as she goes towards the screaming. You hear him scream,

“Why the hell is she here?!?” Your stomach turns, knowing what the 3 of them did to get Cap free from Hydra. What they told him before he ended up here. Your heart aches to help him, but you know with helping him you’d also probably fall for him. Your heart lives in your vagina and you’d find it pretty easy to fall for a man who looks and sounds just like your husband. Maybe Nat is right, maybe you are a slut.

Oh well! You think and smile to yourself. It’s all in good fun and you know she, nor anyone else would ever think of you that way, at least not really. You laugh as you knock on Jefferson’s door. He opens and you slink against the doorframe. “Hi Kitten.” You bite your lip and cross the threshold. Jefferson smirks and his eyes turn dark. He pulls you close and kisses you roughly.

“You ready to play, Bunny?” He asks as he whispers against your lips. You nod and that’s all the consent he needs. He lifts you into his arms and kicks the door shut before he carries you to the bed to have his way with you.

Jefferson tosses you down on the bed and you bounce with a laugh. You then pop up and scramble to the other side, out of his reach. He smirks “My little Bunny, always one for games.” He leaps across the bed and you let out a scream as you dash away from him. He laughs and smiles as he chases you around the bed. Jefferson grabs your waist and pulls you back against his body as he snakes his hands down your front, groping your breast and kissing your neck. “But you’re always too slow.” You hum and smile at the feeling of his lips on your body.

“Mmhm maybe I like being chases and caught.” You tease as you grind your ass against him, you can feel him grow harder. He moans against your skin and leave a love bite on your shoulder.

“Oh I know you do,” he slips his hand down you front of your underwear and he feels the slick that’s coated your folds. He gives a dark chuckle and pulls his fingers free, licking them clean and humming. “Mmhmm you definitely like it.” You nod and giggle. Jefferson turns you around in his arms and seals your lips in a kiss. Pushing you back on the bed and boxing you in, he takes you apart slowly. Kissing every inch of your body while he strips you down. He pulls out his scissors and you gasp a little as the cool metal touches your skin, he cuts away clothes and leaves the shreds on the floor. “Whose boxers are you wearing, Bunny?” He asks with a little bit of jealousy in his eyes. You bite your lip and he trails his scissors down the bare skin of your stomach, stopping at the edge of the elastic of the boxers.

“Ransom’s” you say breathlessly. Jefferson huffs and then you hear a ‘snip’. He cuts away the crotch of the boxers, exposing your dripping center to the cool air.

“Oops,” he says, completely unbothered. You meet his gaze and he smirks. “I don’t know if you chose them for comfort or if he chose them for you,” he trails his fingers along your wet folds as he inches close and closer to your lips. “But he should know that a pussy this sweet should never be covered.” He kisses your lips. “Ever.” You whimper as he rubs your clit and brings you close to the edge. “Even the wolves keep you in tiny underwear, easily pushed to the side for ripped. This just won’t do.” He says as he rips away the rest of the fabric. “My pretty little bunny, so needy.” He pulls back and watches your face as he slows down his fingers and tease you even more. “Tell me where you want me, Bunny. Tell me how bad you want me.”

“Please Kitten, I want you inside me.” You beg and Jefferson smirks as he looks your now naked body up and down.

“Done.” Jefferson says, the darkness in his eyes says it all and before you know it you are devoured and floating away in pure bliss.

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When you wake up an hour later, your neck hurts and you can feel the sting of the bite marks he left. Your ass is red and sore from the spankings you earned and from his teasing of your ass, your throat hurts a little from when he fucked your face, and your hair hurts from where he pulled so hard. You feel his cum leaking out of you and you melt at the kitten kisses he is leaving on your back right then. “Mmhmm wow.” Is all you say and Jefferson laughs and kisses your neck.

“Haven’t gone that hard in a long time.” Jefferson teases as he kisses up and down your spine. “Not since Summer at least. When we chased you around the orchard in the back. It’s when your wolves and I discovered that playing tag is so much more fun with vibrators.” You give a sleepy giggle. That night had been lots of fun, a full moon that peaked through the storm clouds rolling in, the smell of rain growing stronger as the night went on, and you in nothing but a black slip dress. The three of them chased you through the woods while you hid and waited to get the jump on them. The gold in Bucky’s arm gleamed when the moon peaked out from the clouds, it made him an easy target for you. But in finding him, Steve and Jefferson knew right where you were. They use the toys to ‘tag’ you and bring you over the edge. That night was filled with endless highs and many texts from the others to keep it down. Ransom didn’t mind though, you caught him a couple times peaking out of the living room windows. You blushed and thanked god that Ransom was far enough away to not see it. “At the first hint of spring I’ll meet you outside.” He kisses your lips. You smile and pull him closer as you roll over.

“It’s a date.” Jefferson nibbles on your lip before stealing one more kiss. You snuggles close as he rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Before you leave you pull Jefferson close. “You are amazing, you know that?” He gently smiles. “And the court will give you back your visitation and then your custody. You have Andy on your side, so there is no need to worry.”

“I just wanted her back.” Jefferson says softy, look at the floor. You tilt his head up and give him a kiss and then a hug.

“They will see all the work you’ve done and see that it was a mistake in the first place.” You rub his back before you pull away. “And she will have her own room here soon. We will make sure it’s safe and close to yours. You deserve to have your Grace back as much as she deserves her papa.” Jefferson wipes away and tear and nods. He hugs you one last time before you slip out and head upstairs.

Later that night you find yourself with just your Husbands while Dinner is being made. You wince as you sit in Steve’s lap, Bucky quickly grabs out the heated pillow and pops it in the mirror wave to warm it up. When it done he gives it to you for your ass, you kindly thank him with a sweet kiss. Both men know how hard Jefferson can go so they know how sore and red your ass probably is right now, they also know the best thing to do is to get ahead of the pain. Bucky lets you taste a bite of dinner and with your approval he knows it’s good. Before long your quality time with your two soldiers is over, Ransom walks in and sits at the table; on time for a meal for the first time in his life. He gives a polite nod to Bucky and then just looks at Steve. You smile and reach out to squeeze his hand and Ransom smiles at the gesture and then rubs his thumb over the back of yours. “Daisy Mae, how did you turn out so sweet?” Ransom asks, knowing only Bucky and Steve were in the room. You blush a little. This is the first time he’s ever said that sweet nickname and there wasn’t some kind of snark with it. He genuinely turned it into a name of endearment. Steve and Bucky share a look, catching the change as well. Steve hums and kisses your neck as Bucky smiles at the three of them. While still holding Ransom’s hand you explain.

“This world is so cruel and mean, Ransom. I figured it couldn’t hurt to combat that with a little sweetness.” You pull his hand up and give it a gentle kiss before you stand up and give him a kiss on the lips. “Now, go down to Jefferson’s room and grab your shredded boxers. He left them there for you to clean up, seeing as they are yours.” You give him a cheesy grin and Ransom sighs and rolls his eyes, grumbling as he walks away. Steve watches and teases a little.

“Aww there’s the Ransom we know!” Bucky laughs at Steve joke and Steve smiles proudly. Dinner is wonderful and everyone is in good spirits. Bucky and Steve finish up and leave Jake and Ransom to do the dishes while they head downstairs to feed Cap. The rest of the night is spent with Steve massaging out your sore muscles and then you hold Bucky and Steve all night. You have to wipe a tear when you realized how blessed and loved you are.

The next morning your coffee warms your soul as you sit at the table waiting on your pancakes. Steve flips through the paper like the old man he is and Bucky has some fun 40’s music playing softly in the background. That peace is slightly disturbed by Jake and Precious leaving their room in a slight frenzy.

“Big day!” He is dressed in his Petunias shirt and he has his gym bag ready to go. Precious is grabbing snacks and water for the both of them. “You guys really need to come to the next one! Not a lot left in the season before Christmas break- even Andy and Peach are coming to the game today.” You smile and nod.

“I know, I was really hoping Jefferson would be able to join us when we go but his visitation hearing isn’t until next week. So I’m not going till I can go with him. Steve and Bucky are free to go though!” You look at them and they share a look.

“Hey don’t be like that. Even Ransom is gonna go to the next game. Although I think that’s just because he wants to get out of the house.” Jake says and then squeezes Bucky’s shoulders and gives them a shake. “It’ll be fun!” He looks at you. “I understand, Daisy. Should I tell Grace that he says hi?”

“Yes, please.” Jake turns and sees Jefferson. “Tell her I hope to be at her next game.” He smiles and Jake nods happily.

“I will.” Jake turns and takes Precious’ hand. “Alright, we will see you later!”

“Go Petunias!” Shouts a mixture of voices of different excitement and levels of enthusiasm. You laugh and wave as they disappear out the door. Bucky sits and pulls you into his lap as Steve sits beside you two. He places your plate in front of you and hand some to Steve. Jefferson sits down across from you three and Ari comes shuffling in to grab his morning coffee. You all start talking and sharing about the days ahead when Ransom quietly joins. He leans against the doorway as he watches you all interact. You cuddle with Bucky as Steve eats and feeds you between bites, enjoying watching you and Bucky. Ari laughs at Bucky’s invitation to train and says he ‘likes being able to walk’ Bucky tends to go too hard when training and working out. Jefferson says he has some new suit designs for Steve and Bucky and he hopes to have them done soon. This little family unit that was weirdly formed yet works so well. You see Ransom behind Ari and you lean forward and hold out your hand. All the men turn around to look, they share glances and you can tell their energy changes a little.

“Come sit, there is plenty of room.” You invite him over and he cautiously joins you. He looks around at you all just staring at him and then rolls his eyes.

“I know I’m pretty to look at but I’m not into dudes.” He grumbles as he settles in his chair. The men all sigh and just laugh, because what else would they do. You smirk settle further into Bucky’s arms as you joke.

“Well good thing I am” you bite your lip and look at all your boys, some shared, others not, but all there with just you for a moment. And for a moment it’s perfect. “My men, together. I couldn’t be happier. We are only missing Frankie.” You beam at them all. Jefferson and Ari even make a point to squeeze Ransom’s shoulder and pat his back, as an almost ‘welcome’. Ransom panics and like all trauma responses, his just happens.

“And that’s a good thing cause I’d really like to get into you later.” Ransom snarks. He stands and leaves the room as he waves over his shoulder. “See ya later, Daisy Mae.” You sigh and lean your head against Bucky’s shoulder. He kisses your temple and Steve rubs your back. Ari takes Ransom’s seat and squeezes your knee as Jefferson reaches across the table to hold your hand.

“One step forward, three steps back.” You sadly admit. The boys continue to comfort you. Even though Ransom put up that wall and strutted away to hide his worry and happiness in being accepted by the guys, he still chose to say your name in the new, sweet way and that gives you a little hope.

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