#i do not want a work experience *gags and throws up*

[damonalbarnsgf]

i literally don’t want to apply to any university ever i want to sit in my room and watch toy story

[slytherinshua]

2AM CRISIS

genre. comfort. sickfic. warnings. reader is sick specifically throwing up so don't read if you find that rly gross... some comments abt it being reader's first time sleeping over and the hyungs being extremely cautious lmfao. not proofread. pairing. yujin x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. requested by @theriizeler a/n. i hope this makes u feel better dodo :(( first time writing yujin i hope i did okay he's rly such a sweetheart :( ppl need to write more for him cause i get not writing for him cause of his age but he's always skipped over...

“Ew…” Yujin mumbled, crouched on the floor of the bathroom with you as you heaved again. For this being your first time sleeping over (with extremely watchful eyes from Hao and Hanbin), it definitely was not going as planned. You had felt something was wrong the entire day, but your boyfriend Yujin was so excited to spend the night with you that you didn’t have the heart to cancel on him.

You should have trusted your gut, though, because now you were throwing up in the toilet in painful gags, your throat burning and a disgusting acidic aftertaste left in your mouth. Was it something you had eaten? Or maybe you had caught a stomach bug at school… You envied your boyfriend for evading it, though you guess it made sense. He rarely attended because of his schedule.

“Stay right there.” Yujin whispered, getting up and leaving the bathroom to find some water for you. 

He didn’t have much experience taking care of someone since he was usually the one always being pampered and babied. He tried his best to recall what his mom and Hao had done when he had gotten sick, but the memory was foggy as he had mostly just slept until he felt better. They did force him to take some horrible-tasting medicine, though… God, did he have to persuade you to do that as well? He’d rather just die than possibly give you an excuse to despise him.

Once he was back with a bottle of water, he handed it to you and sat back down on the floor of the bathroom. It was almost 2 am by now, and he wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He could see tears prickling at your lashes, and his absolute worst fear in the world was seeing you cry. He had no idea how he’d make the tears stop once they started.

You swished your mouth with the water and spat again into the toilet before taking a proper drink. The cool water soothed your burning throat, but it didn’t ease all the discomfort. You still felt like shit, and your stomach still hurt. Your head was also pounding, but it wasn’t as bad as the nausea. 

You turned back to Yujin who’s eyes were blown big and confused, though you could tell he was worried about you. His under eyes looked tired and you suddenly felt really bad for waking him up to go puke in his bathroom. If you had been able to get up without disturbing him, then you would have. But he had fallen asleep clinging to you like a koala, and there was no way to escape his grasp without waking him up.

“I’m sorry… you should just go back to sleep.” You muttered, but Yujin was quick to shake his head.

“I can’t just leave you throwing up by yourself… I’ll stay until you’re ready to go back to bed.” He told you, stroking your hair gently. You tried to breathe steadily in hopes of stopping the urge to throw up again, but it didn’t work. You quickly pushed Yujin’s hand away from your face and discarded more of yesterday’s meal into the bowl. Both you and Yujin grimaced in sync, and he hesitantly pulled back your hair and stroked your back.

The tears that you had tried to keep at bay finally started to stream down your face. You hated everything about the situation. You felt awful, not just physically, but for ruining your first sleepover with Yujin like this. No one wanted to be sitting next to their girlfriend who couldn’t stop vomiting at 2 am. 

“Don’t cry— please, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Yujin panicked. The only thing he could think of doing was offering you more water, which you took amidst broken sobs. He wrapped his arms around you hesitantly, knowing that he always calmed down in your arms. Maybe it would help you, as well. Your sobs slowed a bit, in turn slowing down Yujin’s anxiously beating heart. 

“Hey, what if I just get you a bowl? You can keep it by the bed and then you won’t have to stay here on the floor, hm? We can cuddle too… if you want?” You would’ve smiled at how cute Yujin’s suggestion was if you weren’t too focused on calming yourself down. You knew he was trying his best, and while he was a bit slow on ways to help (you were pretty sure there were some pills to help with nausea that Hanbin had bought last time Gyuvin had felt nauseous during a shoot, but you were certain that your boyfriend had no idea where they were stored), his presence alone was enough to make things a little better.

“Yeah… let’s just do that.” You agreed, standing up slowly. You flushed the toilet and rinsed your mouth once more with water. While Yujin was getting a metal bowl for you, you brushed your teeth, relieved that your mouth no longer had the awful aftertaste of stomach acid.

Once you were back under the blankets on the mattresses that the older members had set up on the floor of the living room (which was almost too overkill as neither you nor Yujin would even think to attempt anything like that, protesting Hao’s carefully thought of set-up would’ve seemed even more suspicious), you felt your stomach ease a bit. 

You curled up against Yujin’s chest, wanting nothing more than to be as close as possible to him. The soap and shampoo scents from his earlier shower lingered on his skin, and you were surprised at how effective it was in stopping your nausea and relaxing you. Your head was still pounding, but you’d take the pain over feeling sick. Maybe you would even be able to get some sleep again like this.

Your boyfriend kissed your forehead and started talking softly, trying to get you to fall asleep to the lull of his voice. It was extremely effective and you found yourself dozing off within minutes. You smiled when the last thing you heard Yujin say was a whispered “feel better soon, princess.”

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Heyyy:)

I’ve been reading every single SBG Post you have, and I kindly wanted to request something👉👈

Sooo (reader) who’s main weapons are fireworks/explosives(cuz light, and well explosions) And they somehow get hurt by them one day?

(Preferably gn/fem reader, with Ben, Aiden and/ or Tyler) 🧎🧎

Sooo thx for reading this:) You’re so cool!

A/N: oo love this!! thank you for requesting<3 and btw idk why Aidens is so long I think I blacked out while writing for him :,)

warnings: bl00d, swearing, bad grammar, explosives, fireworks, mentions of gagging and throwing up

scenario:

You’ve been playing around with explosives ever since you were little. You lived with your older brother who was experiences with these things and since he couldn’t teach you how to fight, he chose to teach you how to work with explosives. Whether it was fireworks, dynamite, grenades, you knew how to work it. One day while fighting off a phantom your own weapon, well, backfires.

Ben Clark 🎧ྀི

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You throw the grenade at the phantom, another in hand waiting to be thrown. You don’t realize you already pulled out the pin from the grenade and it explodes in your hand. You feel numb, eyes wide from the sudden explosion and ears ringing. You feel a really bad pain in your arm, well at least whats left of it and scream. Everyone turns in your direction and either gasp, scream, or full on start to gag. Ben rushes to your side and pick you on on his back and runs with you to the graveyard along with everyone else, Ashlyn yelling a quick; “Everyone back down.”

Your vision starts to get blurry and someone hits your cheeks; “Y/N, you need to stay awake, okay? Don’t pass out, Y/N, Y/N!” You keep your eyes open but look away from the gruesome sight and start to sob. “Everything will be okay we won’t let anything happen to you.” You hear a robotic kind of voice and look into that direction seeing Ben with the most worried expression, Aiden standing there next to him to somewhat calm him down. You smile weakly but instantly hold back a scream of pain as someone starts to clean your wound.

“Fuck..” You groan and look at the night sky, hoping for this pure torture to end. You sigh as they finally start to wrap your ‘arm’ and finish the little procedure. After that Ashlyn goes away, probably to throw up or something. You don’t blame her, that was really a gruesome sight. You feel a presence beside you and look towards the person, smiling when you see Ben. “Hey..” You say and he nods, pulling you a bit closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, trying to sleep the trauma off. It was funny, you were taking it more lightly than you thought. “Ben?” You say and he looks down at you. “Isn’t it funny?” You smile and look up at him, making him raise a brow; “That everyone is taking this so harshly while I’m here literally not even crying? Well yes I did cry but that shit really hurt and I—” You shut up when you get embraced into a hug. You relax and let the tears fall, Ben patting your back. “Let it out.” He whispers so only you could hear. You were one of the only ones except Aiden and his family that heard his voice. It wasn’t often but when he did speak a warm feeling welled up in your chest.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” He says in a raspy voice and you sniffle, pulling away from the hug. You look up at the stars, trying to ignore your aching arm. “Thanks, um, for being here when I need you.” You say and he nods, kissing your cheek and puts an arm around your shoulder. “I’d do anything for you, I’m just sad I couldn’t stop this whole thing from happening.” He thinks to himself and just stares at you lovingly, leaving you to rest.

Aiden Clark

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Everything hurt like hell. You could hear a faint buzz in your head as you tried to quickly move away but a sharp pain pierced through your entire body. Tears started to fall from your face. “Why am I crying?” You think to yourself not knowing how to stop the bothersome tears from coming down your face. You look down at your body and your eyes widen, brain forever traumatized by the gruesome sight. Your leg was completely torn off and your side was bleeding as well. Fire was forming beside you where an explosion once erupted from your fireworks. You look at the sky, just hoping for the clock to strike 7 like it usually did and end this horrible nightmare. You feel your body be picked up by someone and just close your eyes, shoulders relaxing as your whole world turns into a black void.

You jolt awake, looking around frantically, quickly relaxing when you recognize your little safe space; your room. You groan, your side and leg feeling numb and tingly. Looking up at the ceiling you contemplate whether you should go to school or not, but you know that would worry your friends and even Aiden even more than you already did. Slipping from under the covers you get ready and walk down to the kitchen where your brother was making you breakfast, your favorite. He smiles at you warmly and kisses your forehead; “Tough night?” He knew what has been going on, you told him just a few weeks after Savannah. You were the first out of the group to tell anyone and your brother of course believed you, knowing you as a person to not make up such things. You frown at the thought of last night and decide to not tell him, knowing he would take the blame, saying something like; “I should’ve taught you better.” or even going as far as saying “I shouldn’t have taught you at all.” You sigh and put on a fake smile; “Hey I’m fine! Everything went well last night.” He smiles and ruffles up your hair; “Okay kiddo, if you say so. Now get to school you don’t wanna be late.” He says and you nod, quickly going upstairs yo gather some last minute things and rush to catch the bus, not really being in the mood to walk to school.

You get to the bus and see a very tired and worried looking group of kids, aka the group. Ben was comforting Aiden who was more quiet then usual, Tyler looking more pissed then ever, Taylor being the complete opposite and put on a fake smile, and well Ashlyn had a poker face on like usual but still looked pretty worried having her head rested on the window looking at god knows what. “Hey.” You say and everyone looks up, Taylor rushing to hug you and Logan who you hadn’t noticed did as well, all of them bombarding you with questions. You sit down and turn so your back is against the chair in front of you and legs towards the back of the seat you were sitting on. You were facing the group and everyone waited for you to speak, but only Aiden caught your eye. He wasn’t looking in your direction and was fiddling with his fingers, something very unlike him. You tell everyone you’re fine and tell them you can talk about it later, grabbing Aidens shoulder when you get off the bus. “Guys go on ahead, we will be there in a minute.” Everyone nods and Aiden tenses up and looks down.

“Hey hun, everything okay? You’re more quiet than usu—” You get taken by surprise when Aiden raises his voice at you, tears in his eyes and a very worried but angry expression on his face. “Okay? Y/N I really am not okay. I saw my s/o get blown up by fireworks, do you know how that feels?” You go to speak but get cut off again and just stay quiet from then; “I’m glad you’re okay but I’m not, oh but wait! I’m totally fine! I just saw the love of my fucking life get blown up but thats totally fine! Is that what you wanted to hear Y/N? Well too bad.” He says and you furrow your brows, fist clenching and face going a bit paler than usual.

“That’s nice Aiden, but you are forgetting who actually suffered here. I’m the one who got hurt and you don’t understand how fucking painful that shit is, getting blown up by something you’ve been taught to use ever since you were little by your own family. I didn’t only suffer physically, but seeing that shit fucked me up just as much as it did you. But yeah if it makes you feel better then you’re the one who suffered the most Aiden.” You say and run off into the school, Aiden watching you disappear in the crowd of students who were rushing to get to class. Your words really got to Aiden, he taught about them more and more as he went to class, where you would be. He sits down and puts on a facade for the others, making himself look like he was okay when he really wasn’t. Ben knew something was off but knew better than to interfere in your guys’ situation.

After school you go home, laying in your bed and look up at the ceiling, salty tears pouring out from your eyes making them sting. You hear a knock on your door and you quickly sit up and wipe your tears; “Probably my brother.” You think to yourself but your body tenses when you see a weakly smiling Aiden with flowers and a teddy bear in his hands. You let him in and close the door behind you, facing him. He sets the gifts down and slowly approaches you, opening his arms for a hug. You tackle him in a hug and you both fall to the ground with a loud thud, making both of you chuckle. You stay on the floor like that for quite a bit, Aiden rubbing your back to soothe you as you cry your eyes out, mumbling apologies and ‘I love yous”. He sits up with you in his lap and kisses your cheek and then nose. “I’m so sorry for yelling at you like that it was so uncalled for and I should’ve realized how painful that must’ve been for you. I hope you can forgive me even tho a simple sorry won’t really make up for what I did and said.” He says and looks you in the eyes, cupping your cheek in his hand. You contemplate what to say, knowing what he did was wrong but you could have handled it better yourself. “I let anger get the best of me again, that fucking realm has been rubbing off on me more than usual.” You think to yourself and sigh, hugging him and put your chin on his shoulder. “Aiden I get it, you were angry, sad, quite literally traumatized. You’re.. no, we’re still just teenagers, that shit was gruesome and I really understand that it upset you, yes the things you said were upsetting and could’ve been handled better but just so you know, I don’t hate you for it.” You say and get squeezed in the hug, making you pat his back; “Yeah, yeah, okay jeez Aiden chill.” You say and he chuckles; “No I’m never ever letting you go.” He says and you smile, looking at the time; “8 more hours..” You say and frown; “Aiden what if I just won’t be able to walk again in that realm, even if you somehow manage to stitch me up, that doesn’t guarantee anything.” You say and get shushed by a kiss on the lips; “Everything will be okay, I promise.”

Tyler Hernández

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“So basically what you’re telling me is I have to be the look out while you guys go for the jeep?” You say and raise a brow as you throw your dynamite in the air letting it fall back in your hand and repeat that like a hundred times. Ashlyn nods and you sigh, grabbing the pitch of your nose; “You know I could potentially explode the jeep? You know dynamite isn’t exactly the best weapon for close combat.” I say and cross my arms over my chest, hoping that Ashlyn would come up with a better plan. Tyler nods along and sits down next to you on the floor of the bus. “Yeah and that shit is pretty dangerous if it explodes near you so what if a phantom attacks Y/N really close? She could get hurt.” He says and Ashlyn sigh, furrowing her brows since you have been planning this for about a week and suddenly the plans would be changing. “Everything will be fine, we have necessary recourses if anything goes wrong.” She says and everyone gets up, apart from you. You sit there and think about all the worst possible outcomes, knowing your own brother once got hurt by dynamite but recovered and still lives a fulfilling life.

Tyler stops in his tracks and looks at you, walking back to you and crouches in front of you. He lifts your chin to look at him and smiles at you; “Everything will be fine, you’re talented Y/N, not everyone can work explosives like you do.” You smile and stand up, hugging him tight and give him a quick kiss on the cheek; “Well, let’s knock these bitches dead.” You say and grab your dynamite and lighter, putting them in your pockets. Aiden ordered some suits online and bought a different one just for you since your weapon was dynamite. You can store them in a belt you have or pockets. It was nice of him but you really couldn’t stop thinking about how anything could go wrong. You finally shake off the thoughts and leave with everyone except Logan who would be near the base with a gun. Everyone runs to the house as “Party rock anthem” were heard in the background.

You smirk and get your dynamite in hand; “Let’s get this party started!” Aiden cheers and Tyler rolls his eyes, making Taylor laugh. “Take this seriously guys.” Tyler yells over the music and you just smile sheepishly as everyone runs into the house except for you like the plan was supposed to go. You turn on your headlamp so the phantoms can’t get that close. You see a group of them standing near the speakers where the song was playing, but you knew you didn’t have that much time before it stopped playing. You hear commotion behind you and see Ashlyn getting pulled up by a phantom. “Shit!” Aiden was standing there trying to get up to help her so you boost him up since you can’t really help unless they want an exploded house and a dead Ash on their hands. The commotion atracted a group of phantoms and they were a bit far because of the light you had turned on. You smirk and light your dynamite throwing it right at them. You cover your ears and let it explode, knowing that probably attracted more phantoms so you take another one out. Eyeing the area closely you hear the song end but see tha Aiden and Ashlyn managed to kill the phantom some how. You smile and give them a thumbs up.

You walk a bit farther from the entrance of the house and the jeep, lighting another dynamite and throw it at another group of phantoms. You walk back a bit so you don’t get exploded but don’t hear Ashlyn yelling for you to watch out when a phantom sneaks up on you. Your eyes widen and you shine a flashlight on it but you stumble back and start to hear loud ringing in your ears. You feel a warm liquid run from your upper leg. You look down and see a huge gash in your leg, maling you scream. You cough as dust and ash starts to fly around from the explosion. You sob and crawl closer to the jeep, seeing that phantoms were getting into the house; “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whisper to yourself and sob, sitting down next to the jeep, keeping an eye out for your surroundings. You tie your wound with a ripped piece of your pants and groan in pain as it tightens around your leg. You see everyone get out of the house and Tylers eyes widen when he sees you laying there, bleeding. “Holy shit, Y/N!” He yells and picks you up, everyone getting into the jeep fast as phantoms start to swarm the car. You sob into his shoulder as Taylor applies more pressure to your wound.

Everyone gets out of the car once Ash swerves into the graveyard and get you out of the car. Sobs and sniffles were heard as you cried your heart out from the pain. Tyler had your head in his lap and brushed hair from your face. He whispered sweet nothing into your ear and things like “It’s almost over.” “You’re doing great mi vida.” making you relax just a bit. Ashlyn was stitching your wound and that was the worst pain ever. “Okay, it’s done.” Ashlyn says and packs up the first aid kit, cleaning the blood off your leg and leaves so you and Tyler can be alone for a bit. You try and sit up but your arms give out, making you fall back into his lap. He puts an arm under your shoulder and lifts you up so you can sit next to him. He looked worried but had his brows furrowed and also looked a bit angry. He was mumbling curses in Spanish and sometimes mumbling something about the phantoms.

You lay your head on his chest and he kisses your head letting you rest after that traumatic event. You smile and start to talk; “Sorry, I should’ve been more careful.” You say and he chuckles a bit; “Yeah you should’ve, but things happen and you’re so brave for getting through that.” He says making you smile. “I should’ve been there to help although I probably would have made things worse, but still you get the point.” You nod and he stays silent for a while before he speaks up again; “I’m glad you’re okay, you really did such a good job at protecting us and don’t you think other wise you hear me?” He says in a stern voice and you nod, chuckling. “Yeah, yeah, if you think so.” You say and he pulls you closer “I know so.” He says and kisses your soft lips, making you forget all of the pain you once felt.

[incognitopolls]

Anon storytime:

Let me elaborate. I am a quite thin person and I have always eaten small portions. I usually eat my fill and take the leftovers with me or finish eating the rest later (like an hour or 2 after). I was talking to my brother recently. He has always been telling me that I should just over eat till I'm a bit sick/heavy a few times and then I would be able to handle bigger meals (coz that somehow worked for him or something). I always told him I can't do that, but this time I elaborated more.

When I get close to the point of how much food I can handle, I get this feeling in my throat, like I know that if I eat even a bite more I'm going to throw up. Sometimes I try to force it (when I have just a little bit left on the plate) and I gag if I do. That's why I can't really eat more than my fill and usually I have to wait an hour or more to finish the plate later.

He was kind of baffled. He doesn’t experience this at all. He just gets a feeling in his belly that he's full, but can usually just continue eating if he really wants.

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[candiid-caniine]

slutpuppy tip of the day ✨

look ppl I've never been good at humping. idk if it's my anatomy or my lack of hip mobility or what, but humping the way I see in porn gifs has never worked for me, and it's always made me rly sad bc humping is just soooo puppy 😭

until now!!

if ur like me, and humping is difficult for you, and you want a way to make yourself look even more pathetic while edging, read on ✨

you will need:

(probably) a cunt - may work with a penis but I don't have one so idk!

pillows for support

a wand vibrator (others will prob work as long as they're sturdy/securable)

some way to keep it upright

here's what you're gonna do:

find a comfy position in some combination of chest down, ass up. get creative w pillows :)

secure your vibe upright below your spread legs ;) I did this by literally moving my arm under me and holding it in position, but I got a crick in my shoulder for it, so won't be doing that again ✌️ lol

you want it to be somewhere you can easily rub your clit/cock against it by moving ur hips up and down.

once it's there...get humping :3 think rly hard about how pathetically needy you must look, with your legs spread humping like a lil puppy dog 💕

notes:

this is a great (read: terrible!! mean!!!) exercise in self control. u have to either physically drop the vibe when ur at the edge, or move your hips away if it's secured some other way.

the problem ofc is that being in humpy drooly puppy mode makes this rlly hard >:c can't think.. can't rebmemer 😭

so I ruined before I was planning to. and let me fucking tell u. something about being in that position, both being so spread open and also being hella humiliated, made my ruin so. fucking. meannnn. I whined into my pillow and humped the air like a dumb slut 💕

given that this had me such a drooly puppy mess, I'll probably be made to edge like this for the foreseeable future 😭

possible variations:

if ur a dom and u make ur sub do this while ur passively ignoring them n throwing out little mean comments once in awhile as they put their ass into it just to get ur attention?? ur so mean 😭 ur so hot I'm begging u to DM me lol

securing the vibe independently and putting the sub in bondage that only juuuust allows them to hump properly is. hh.. (obviously do this safely af, esp if doing it solo)

u could experiment with the position of the vibe, then put constraints on your bodily positioning, to essentially make it doubly hard to get enough stimulation to hit the edge 🥺 juust add to the frustration and the desperation 💕

would be great in combo with other toys...puppy tail plug? labia spreader? dildo gag??

or even...some kind of spiky thing, also secured in the area, that would mean every time u rut against the vibrator, somethin painful is digging into ur ass or labia or w/e 💕💕

combine it w hypno. combine it w a humiliating mantra. combine it w figging. this could work with so many types of scenes :3

[byuntrash101]

30 secs in heaven

dom!reader x sub!hyunjae

smut | nsfw | mdni

frat fuckboy!hyunjae,ennemies to fwb(ish), slut shaming hyunjae, shaming hyunjae for being a virgin (there's nothing wrong with being a virgin or a slut tbh they're sociological constructs it's your body do what u want), just shaming hyunjae in general (you are kinda mean oops), premature ejac, cumming untouched, lasting training, multiple orgasms (m), overstim (m), oral (f), face riding, nude sub/clothed dom, begging, degradation, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, slight pain play, spit play, unprotected sex (it's discussed but they decide against it. don't be like them kids), creampie

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

turns out the campus' fuckboy is nothing more than a pathetic virgin that cums way too fast

[❛ this is a one time thing. ❜ + ❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜]

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“How old are we?” Hyunjae snorted. “12?” he asked, cocking a disdainful eyebrow, looking down at the empty clear vodka bottle at the center of the circle.

“Don’t be a fucking twat for once will you?” Sangyeon retorted, eyes shooting daggers at the younger blonde man.

He wasn’t wrong though. Playing this hybrid of spin the bottle meets 7 minutes in heaven was kind of childish for a bunch of college sophomore and juniors such as yourselves but you didn’t speak your mind. For two reasons.

One. The night reached a state where everyone was trashed out drunk and passed out at various curious places. Even the DJ was blacked out, head resting on one of the house plants so the music was reduced to a random lo fi spotify playlist playing in the background on somebody’s unclaimed laptop.

Two. You didn’t want to side with Hyunjae. Ever. That man kind of repulsed you. You were never into fuckboys especially the ones that had the reputation to back the rumors. You were deeply convinced that every girl on campus has had a go with Hyunjae’s pogo stick and of course if that was what they wanted, great for them but that wasn't your style that's all.

“I don’t need a bottle to take a lucky girl to heaven” Hyunjae declared, a smug smirk playing at his lips, and looking through his long lashes at one of the girls in the circle, even daring to go as far as to wink at her. She immediately started to giggle. 

As far as you were concerned you had to repress a gag and opted for a more discreet but just repulsed facial expression. 

“Yeah right just spin it!” Eric hurried him by motioning to the empty bottle in the circle but that didn’t stop Hyunjae from throwing one last disgustingly fuckboyish eyebrow raise to the snickering girl.

“Aight” he said, reaching for the vodka bottle, starting to spin it.

 Anddd of fucking course it had to land on you. At that moment you and Hyunjae made eye contact. The smugness is gone. You both look at each other in complete confusion, hung in time.

You are not fond of Hyunjae, that's a fact. A known one. The main interested party knew that much from one very reliable source. Experience.

Of course since you breathed and had boobs Hyunjae tried to get into your pants too back when you were a new and introverted freshman in a brand new and intimidating college. But Hyunjae learned pretty fast that introvertedness wasn’t to be confused with shyness. Because you certainly weren't the latter. You rejected him in a way that didn’t leave any room for interpretation or even second chances and he never bothered you again. 

Fuck… Why me?

For a second you argued that the bottle landed between you and Giggles so you really didn’t mind letting her get into the sickeningly small closet with Mr. Universe. But unfortunately Sangyeon and Eric were way too happy to stick Hyunjae with one of the rare girls on campus that never showed interest towards him.

Before you could understand they whisked you both in the tiny closet. And you found yourself squished between a couple of mops, floor detergent and of course the campus’ Angel Face.

You both stayed quiet for a while, both awkwardly standing in the dark. Your arms crossed on your chest while Hyunjae leaned on the door.

“I mean” you were the first one to break the silence. “We can always just wait here for 7 seven minutes.”

“Yeah.” 

Silence again. But it was somehow even more awkward. The air felt heavy, weighing down on your shoulder like lead. 

“I don't want to get herpes or whatever” 

You didn't really know why you said that but it just slipped out of you. Maybe because you hated how dry he was, not making a simple effort to at least talk to you or how he looked like being in your company was the most dreadful thing that could happen to him or maybe it was the booze talking. But nonetheless you said it.

“What?” he whipped his head in your direction.

“Yeah you surely have herpes with all the mouths that you kissed. Too bad they don't make condoms for your mouths” you laughed out loud.

At first Hyunjae looked pissed, sharp eyes peering at you but as his eyebrows relaxed on his forehead a sly smirk pulled his lips.

“You know what?” he started “I think you’re jealous…” he walked to you lifting his arms and placing both his palms at each side of your shoulder, forcing you to back up, trapping you between the wall and his large frame.

The untasteful scent of his overly sweet cologne mixed with the strong smell of cold tobacco floated to your nostrils, by reflex you pushed your chin back in your chest until the back of your head was against the wall too. 

“Maybe you want to be added to my list?” he tilted his head bringing your face closer to yours.

He keeps a list? That's the cringiest thing you ever heard.

“Shut up and kiss me already. Let's get it over with”. You exhaled, bracing yourself.

“Kiss you?” Hyunjae started laughing. “You’re the last thing on earth I want to get my mouth on” he said before standing back straight, letting his hands fall to his side. 

But before he could turn around you grabbed him by the collar and switched position with him, shoving his body onto the detergent bottle and you crashed your lips on him. To your surprise Hyunjae reciprocated the kiss, gradually he relaxed between your arms. You dared to open your mouth, letting your tongue slip past his lips. His flavor took over you, the taste of cigarettes and raspberry vodka filled your head. He started to breathe heavily and then moan into your mouth.

Hyunjae on the other hand didn’t even feel himself get hard. He didn’t have time to understand he liked this change of pace, he liked being pushed around, he liked that you pinned him against the wall and just stole this kiss from him.

You should have known he was enjoying this kiss a little too much but somehow it didn’t ring any bells to you and before you realized it his voice went very high pitched until he broke the kiss abruptly. When you looked at him his eyes were rolled back in his head and his jaw was hanging open.

“Fuckkk” he cursed in a throaty moan.

Silence again. You took your hands off his collar. You looked at him in confusion, looking for some kind of explanation on what just happened into his eyes but the only thing you found was evident and undeniable shame.

“Did you just…” you asked as Hyunjae bit down on his lip in worry when you looked down you spotted the disgraceful wet patch at his crotch.

“Are you for real right now?” you started to chuckle. “Did you really just fucking cum from a simple fucking kiss?” you started laughing louder. “7 minutes in heaven? More like 30 seconds! I can’t fucking believe it. Cumming untouched like a fucking prepubescent virgin.”

In this very delicate situation, saying Hyunjae felt vulnerable was an understatement. And this side eye he made, unable to hold your gaze, betrayed him right away.

“Wait?” you clapped your hand over your mouth. “Nooo wayyyy dude” you laughed even louder, throwing your head back. “Are you a virgin?” 

The silence that followed spoke for itself. Hyunjae felt dizzy, he staggered backwards until his back hit the closed door. 

“Wait, I don't get it… Did you pay those girls to say that you fucked them?” you were still half laughing.

He had nothing to lose anymore.

“N-no… I.” he looked back at you through his lashes, your cold, unwavering glare made him shudder. “I don’t even know how it started” he blurted. “Just one day that girl from my sociology class started to say she fucked me and that I was the best she’d ever been with and I never denied it. And then another girl said the same thing and then another…” Hyunjae’s words get caught in his throat and he swallows back a sob. 

“Why didn’t you say anything, dipshit?” you spat. The biting tone made Hyunjae’s guts stir with an unknown feeling.

“I don’t know, okay?” one single tear rolled down his cheek. 

There was something so satisfying in seeing Hyunjae crumble like this, catching him in a lie and finally letting the truth out. You wrapped your hand around his chin, nails poking at his wet cheeks as you made him look at you.

“Yeah I bet you loved having your harem following you around at parties and worshiping the ground that you walked.” You hissed between your teeth.

“Yes… But at the same time I was petrified to be with a girl… because of that reputation I was too scared to disappoint her that she would tell the truth to everyone…”

“And losing the attention felt unbearable, right?” you dug your nails a little deeper on his cushiony cheeks.

“Yess!!” he exclaimed, wincing at the pain, another repressed little sob pathetically shaking his large body.

“You know what…” you let go of his face, raising both your palms at each side of your face . “I don’t want to stay here for another fucking second.” 

“No please” He whispered, pressing his back on the door to prevent you from leaving. 

Maybe, there was an opportunity in all this. For both of you.

“I-I…” he hesitated. “y/n… I can offer you a deal…” he somewhat regained his composure, straightening his back against the wooden door.

You were intrigued. 

“Maybe you… I mean…” he hesitated.

“Spit it out Lee” you urged him, your patience running thin.

“Maybe you could fuck me?” he blurted out.

“What?” you frowned in confusion.

“We could help each other. You help me… conquer my fear” Hyunjae walked on eggshells, the proposition sounding more and more like a polite suggestion rather than an actual deal  “and in exchange I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. Anything goes” he added.

Now that was something you could get to enjoy. Breaking the cocky fuckboy into a pathetic little mess.

“You would like that wouldn't you? '” without a heads up you grabbed Hyunjae's crotch. Package tightly fitting in your palm. “You think I didn’t notice how your dick didn’t go down this whole time?” Hyunjae whimpered ever so slightly in response. “You like when I’m mean to you don’t you?” The blonde whined again but didn’t speak. “You like when I make fun of you, huh?” you grip around his balls becoming ever so slightly tighter. “When I call you names?”

“Yess” Hyunjae admitted in a broken whisper, eyes tightly shut, shame painting his beautiful features.

“Pathetic” you spit. “You cum from a simple kiss then stay hard when I laugh at you. Your cock is really begging to be used, isn’t it?”

“Yes! Use me” he responds back a little more eagerly than he would have liked. You clench a little harder around his crotch making him gasp for air and jolt his hips into your hand.

“Good boys always say please” you whisper in his ear, the hot air lifting goosebumps on Hyunjae’s skin, drawing a quiet whimper out of the boy.

“Please, please, please” he whispered back, shallow breaths giving away the urge he felt. You smirk at his state of aggravated neediness. 

“This is a one time thing” you finally agreed as you find your fingers fiddling with the button of his jeans. Hyunjae’s face lights up in hope.

“Yes! Please! fuck me and I will never bother you again I’ll-” his voice got caught in his throat when you carefully peeled the denim off him. Hyunjae’s hips move against his will one more time when you drag down his wet and cum soaked boxers as he felt the cold air hit his scolding hot and leaking tip. You bit your lip at the sight. His cock hadn’t stop leaking from the kiss. Precum and cum mixing at making his cock glisten under the dim light of the closet. 

“Take everything off and get on your knees” you said, taking a step back to allow him some space to fulfill your request which he did hurriedly.

In a flash he was sitting on his heels in front of you looking up at you through his lashes, both hands laid flat on his thighs while he waited for you. You didn't even bother taking your clothes off, only sliding off your underwear from under your skirt. When you lifted the fabric and unveiled to Hyunjae the very object of his desire he stopped breathing. He left like he had never in his life laid eyes on anything this beautiful, this perfect. 

He licked his lips hungrily, wanting nothing more but to wrap his mouth around the glistening folds.

“Make me cum with your mouth like a good little fuck toy” you said shoving your hips onto his face.

Instantly Hyunjae started to move at a rapid pace burying his face in the wet crevices, wanting to drown in you. You grabbed the eager boy by his thick blonde locks.

“Slower you dumb cunt” you pulled archly on his face, making his neck bend awkwardly to look up at you. “You a fucking bitch in heat or something?” Hyunjae winced at the dull pain on his scalp. 

Hyunjae took a deep breath to calm himself down and stuck his tongue out, carefully swiping it from your entrance to your clit. You let a satisfied sight slip off your lips. And Hyunjae’s hands fly to your thighs to ground his body between your thighs and his mind to the present. Trying so bad to keep it slow as your taste intoxicates him, turning him into an animal.

“Yeah like that” you say as you relax your hand around his hair, even gently stroking it. You start to rock your hips on his tongue. Grinding your clit on his mouth just a little harder.

Hyunjae reads between the lines and goes ever so slightly faster. Twirling his hot tongue around your erect nub then going back down to dip the tip at your opening earning a pleased moan from you. You throw your head back and just lose yourself in the pleasure he provides you. Letting your voice go more high pitched as you near your high

That sound alone is enough for Hyunjae to lose control again. He was holding off so well up until then. So well when you squeezed his crotch, so well when he stripped for you, so well when he first tasted your nectar on his lips but the sound you made while your scent filled his head was too much for him. Again the white clumpy liquid spurted out of his beet red cock to stained his thighs and stomach while he moaned into your pussy. His large body shaking under you as he orgasmed once more.

When you noticed you turned around only to witness what you feared had happened. You saw Hyunjae’s mess all over his thighs and stomach. The slimy liquid finding refuge in the dents of his hips around his abs. You grabbed a fist full of his hair again.

“You fucking pathetic little bitch” you pulled his face away from your folds. “You fucking came again!” 

“S-sorry” he barely managed to say looking up at you with his cheeks and chin made shiny with your essence, mind still hazy from his high. 

“You deserve punishment don’t you think?” you growled as you pulled harshly on his hair bending his neck backwards, the sharp pain making his eyes prickle.

“Yes, I do. ‘m sorry y/n” he started to mumble. His guts stirred in anticipation when he saw your glacial eyes stare back at him with resentment. 

“Open your mouth” you demanded. “Stick your tongue out”

Hyunjae felt his cock twitch when he saw you lean in and purse your lips only to spit right on his tongue.

“Don’t swallow yet.” you instructed, hand still gripping tight around his hair. “Say thank you” 

“Pthang you” Hyunjae replied as best as he could as the slimy foreign liquid rolled on his tongue, making his insides flutter with thrill and joy.

“Swallow” you said.

And he did. Happily taking your spit down his throat almost as a trophy an indelible token of what you both did in this closet.

You let go of his hair and step away and Hyunjae collapses. He sits with his legs forward and his sweaty back against the cool wooden door.

You positioned both your feet at each side of his hips and started to crouch down. Hyunjae jolts when he feels your hand wrap around his bare cock guiding it to your entrance. Cock twitching at the idea of serving you properly. 

“Do you have a condom?” he asked between hisses as you lightly pump your fist around him.

“No. You?” you ask back and he shakes his head. You circle his tip on your hot wet folds which makes him arch his back against the door and press his lips into a thin line.

“Should we go get one?” he says, frowning in worry.

You let go of his cock and motion your chin to the door. “Go ahead. Go out and ask your friends for a condom.” You taunted him.

Hyunjae was conscious of the state he was in and the last thing he wanted was for his friends to see him like this, him that was so preoccupied with appearances. So he shook his head again.

“Don’t worry, pretty boy” you said as you grabbed his base again, angling him right at your entrance. “Today is a safe day for me” you said and you sunk yourself on his cock. The hot tip deliciously parting you, sliding with ease inside your drenched heat.

It took Hyunjae everything he had to not burst again. Finally popping his cherry. Finally feeling the delicious wetness and warmth of your pussy around him. Completely unrestrained, raw. He thought his whole body was going to burst into flames, his heart hammering against his ribs.

You saw him struggle, eyes shut tight, eyebrows digging a deep crease on his forehead, jaw clenched and nails clawing at the wooden floor. You grabbed his face between your fingers, sharp nails poking at his cheeks. The pain helped Hyunjae concentrate on something else that wasn’t the agonizing pleasure he felt on his throbbing cock.

“Look at me! Don’t you fucking cum, you hear?” you forced him to look at you. Slapping his cheek when you caught him losing focus, his eyes turning in his head. It worked and Hyunjae calmed down.

“Ok” he stated, out of breath. “I’m good”

You started to very slowly lift your hips up.

“I can’t fucking believe you came twice and you are still this fucking hard” you moaned as his tip was barely hanging inside of you to smash yourself back in. "You really are like a fuck toy ready to get used again and again and again" you said making your hips snap down with every word.

Hyunjae whimpered as a reply, biting down his lower lip in shame.

You climb the ladder of pleasure very rapidly given the orgasm Hyunjae robbed you of earlier you too were pretty worked up and with very little time you found yourself flirting with your edge again. 

Hyunjae, on the other hand, was being tortured by the strong grip of your walls around him. As you were nearing your high you clenched down harder on him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long.

“Y/n… aaah” he was out of breath. Large beads of sweat dripping down his temples and hanging under his chin. “I can’t hold back anymore. Gonna aaah c-cum” he was at the end of his rope. His fucked out half lidded eyes looking at you with the most miserable of expressions.

You knew you were close, you figured you let the man let go before he loses the sanity he has left.

“Cum” you said.

The result was almost immediate. Hyunjae moaned out loud, finally letting go of his clenched jaw to let it lose as a string of groans and high pitched moans left his lips, to reverberate on all the walls of the tight space, probably to be heard by everyone outside that was not knocked out drunk. You felt Hyunjae delivering an abundant quantity of cum right in your pussy. Each of your thrust shoving the cum even deeper inside your dripping heat.

But you hadn’t finish yet and you don't intend to let yourself be edged to this level twice on the same night. You weren't going to stop before you grasp your orgasm.

Hyunjae started to whine when you kept on bouncing on his sensitive and drained out cock. Still constricting the poor member around your unforgiving wall. Hips still going strong with the brutal pace, determined to rip your orgasm out of Hyunjae.

“Please. Slow down I–Aaaa” tears started to roll down his face mixing with the sweat on his chiseled jaw.

“Shut up, I'm almost there” you said, clapping your hand on Hyunjae's mouth. His face contorting in overstimulation at the forced pleasure he winced under your touch, the face of true suffering. Hyunjae’s anguish was the last straw for you.

You finally snatch your high, hips becoming sloppy as you let yourself moan out, throwing your head back and pushing your hips back and forth, making Hyunjae’s cum gush out of you, mixing his previous loads still pooling on his stomach. 

You gradually slow down, riding out your high slowly until you come to a complete stop. You keep Hyunjae’s dick right inside you. After a couple of minutes of both of you trying to clear your minds and catch your breath you speak.

“You aren’t really ready be able to live up to your reputation yet but come see me again I’ll teach you to last for hours.”

a/n: ooooff. idk what happened here? i was really in my domme head space and my fingers slipped. thank you anon who requested this is one of my faves <3 guysss did you like it? if yes please consider leaving a comment or an ask. 1 comment = 1 forehead kiss from cat <3. ily

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

you already know what i’m gonna ask for lol. i need my airport man my love. what do you think would’ve happened if he asked me for my number instead of WALKING AWAY or if i magically found him in duty free. BETTER YET what if he just happened to be on the same flight as me?

let’s pretend airport man is steve rogers please. the blonde and that accent gives steve vibes.

Need A Hand? - 1

PAIRINGS: Steve Rogers x Reader

SUMMARY: Flying back to Washington for a family event, you were already ready for it to be over in a week. You didn't want to face the comments from your family about your life as a single working woman. But what happens when you walk into the event accompanied by the stranger you sat next to on the plane? What if that stranger isn't really a stranger?

WARNINGS: Swearing, comments about loneliness from family members, a creepy guy

WORD COUNT: 1,877

ENJOY!

You knew the coffee was cold before the liquid hit your tongue, but you still needed the caffeine. Tipping your head back, you downed the whole thing quickly.

Wincing at the bitter taste, you threw the cardboard cup in the nearest trash can. You knew a 2am flight wouldn’t be the best experience, but you were not going to drive all the way.

You were on the last available flight. You knew your dumbass should’ve booked an earlier ticket, but can you really blame yourself? It’s the middle of December, and people are being stuffed onto planes, wanting to get back to their families for Christmas.

You?

You didn’t want to visit Washington; you had already built your life in the city.

Your family was shocked when you finally revealed you got the position as a Data Analyst at Stark Industries; however, they were even more shocked at your urgency to move ASAP.

They didn’t know that the reason you moved to NYC was because you wanted to leave the nagging and constant subtle unwanted comments behind. It would’ve been one month since you last visited home for Thanksgiving, which didn’t turn out great either; your grandmother made comments on how you didn’t have a man yet.

Rolling your carry-on behind you with one hand, you adjusted the backpack hanging off your shoulders with the other. Your eyes scanned the large gate numbers in hopes of finding the right one.

GATE 23.

You sighed and started heading in the direction of your gate. When you did find a seat in the plethora of people, you called dibs with your eyes and sat down, scrolling mindlessly on social media for the next half an hour.

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The aisle seat was somewhat ideal; economy wasn’t the best, but it was something you had to deal with for the next three hours. The man next to you had already started becoming a problem. He started small talk, and you gave in for a while.

“Going to see family?” he asked, looking at you with a wide grin.

You returned a pursed smile, not really wanting to interact with strangers this early in the morning.

 “Yeah, family stuff,” you replied, securing your seatbelt and tightening it to fit your waist.

The questions were normal until the man started getting personal. “Got a boyfriend?” he smiled sleazily, and you cringed on the inside.

You fake smiled and replied, “no.” He nodded and gave you a weird smirk. “Why? You’re a gorgeous thing.”

You shuddered slightly and went back to looking at your phone, but he didn’t get the signal. The suggestions he kept throwing your way made you want to gag.

Thankfully, a flight attendant did see you become uncomfortable for a while, and she, in a few minutes, made her way to you.

“Ma’am, we do have a seat up front in business class. In case you are up for the offer?” She smiled sweetly at you but harshly at the man next to you.

You nodded and got up immediately. “I’d like that,” you said, smiling at your savior. “See ya,” you said bitterly to the man next to you and followed the flight attendant after getting your carry-on down from the cabin.

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The seats were plusher and nicer; you groaned in comfort when you sank yourself into it. You were sipping on some wine the flight attendant, the one that helped you, poured into a glass and handed over to you.

You gazed outside through the window, enjoying your peace and quiet, until someone cleared their throat in the aisle.

“Sorry, Ma’am, but I, um, I’m your neighbour for the next few hours,” the infamous blonde man chuckled shyly and scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh, shit, yeah. Sorry,” you got up quickly and allowed him to sidle past your seat and sit down, then he shoved his backpack under the seat in front of him. You sat back down and continued to sip on your wine, feeling a tad bit awkward sitting next to Captain America.

“I’m Steve, by the way,” he extended his hand.

You shifted the glass to your left hand, then told him your name while shaking his hand with your right. “I mean, yeah, I know who you are already. So…” you laughed nervously. He chuckled at your answer, “yeah?” To which you nodded again and went back to staring at the seat in front of you.

The lights in the plane dimmed, and you flagged down a flight attendant to hand your glass back to her. Members of the crew made their way up and down the aisle until three of them settled in three different sections of the plane to start the safety demonstration You listened mindlessly, while your heart jogged for a mile as the thought of sitting next to Steve Rogers finally sank in. He did listen to the safety demonstration and actually read the safety brochures, which were tucked into the seat in front of him. Soon, the flight attendants were preparing for take-off.

“What’s taking you to Washington?” Steve asked you, facing your direction. You made eye contact and saw the soft smile he threw your way; you instantly melted in your seat and smiled back.

“Oh, my sister is getting married,” you nodded and adjusted the neck pillow around your neck. He nodded and crossed his arms over his muscled chest. “I see.”

“What about you? I’m guessing something related to ‘Captain America’?” You chuckled nervously as you felt the plane rumble slightly. He laughed at your assumption, “you would think so, but no. Just wanted to visit the place again.”

You nodded in understanding but quickly reached for the armrest when the plane started speeding. You gripped the plastic hard and closed your eyes hard, trying to act normal when really you felt like you were in a washing machine.

“Here,” you heard him whisper. You slowly opened your eyes and saw the big open palm he was offering. You smiled in thanks, grateful for understanding, and intertwined your fingers with his before squeezing it for dear life as the plane lifted from the ground.

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You munched on the dry Biscoff’s they handed out during the second hour of the flight. From your peripheral, you saw Steve reading a book and at times glancing out the window.

“Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for the… you know… the hand, during take-off,” you smiled nervously, hoping that you weren’t interrupting him and his reading. He looked up from his book and bookmarked his page before closing it. “Oh, it’s no problem at all,” he smiled at you, and his eyes crinkled at the corners.

You always saw him on TV and in the trash magazines your roommate reads, never up close. And now that you were seated literally right next to him, you felt as though he’s just a regular person. It’s not like you can ask him ‘how were the 1940s’, you don’t know him on a personal level.

But you kind of do; you had to study about him in high school during history class. You know where and when he was born, the place where he grew up. Your thoughts were interrupted by the crackling of the pilot’s voice that played through the plane. You couldn’t understand the gibberish he said. “What?”

“We’re about to hit some turbulence,” Steve translated for you, and your jaw dropped.

“Great, more reasons as to why I should’ve driven,” you rubbed your eyes.

 He laughed at your annoyance towards the plane you were currently flying in.

You glanced at the book he was reading and saw the title. You instantly had to hold your laugh back as you recognized the ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’ book cover.

“Harry Potter, huh?” You pointed at the book in his lap. He looked down at it and nodded. “A friend of mine recommended it. Have you read it?”

You nodded quickly, “oh yeah, it was one of my favourites as a kid.” He smiled at your response.

“I’m a George Weasley girl, all the way. He’s such an underrated character,” you told him as your eyes moved from the book to him.

“Yeah, I think you could say that. But I would say that Hagrid is underrated as well,” he said, adding to your statement. You nodded along, “that is actually quite true, yeah.”

A moment of silence passed before he broke it. “If you don’t mind me asking, you mentioned about going to a wedding?” he asked, craning his neck to face you. You nodded, affirming his assumption.

“Are you going alone?” That made you raise your brows in pure shock.

“Uh, I—yeah,” you shook the confusion from your head. “Why?” You smiled, wondering why he asked you the semi-personal question.

He tucked his chin to his chest a little bit before facing you with the slightest smirk on his face. “Oh, I just thought that a gorgeous woman like you would have been going with someone already.”

You snorted, “WOW.” You really couldn’t believe he just said that.

“Why is that funny?” he smiled at you, a tad bit confused. You chuckled, “I just-‘gorgeous women’? Really?”

He laughed along with you, “I can’t say I’m wrong.” You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent your grin from expanding any further.

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The next hour or so was filled with you and Steve talking about home and what you two did back in the city.

“Stark Industries? Really?” Steve was genuinely shocked at the revelation of your workplace. He wondered how he never saw you before. He asked how it was, working as a Data Analyst for Tony, and you replied saying that Tony can be immature sometimes, but he does treat you as an equal, unlike your previous jobs.

The flight went smoothly, and you and Steve were in constant conversation. You thought that you never had a conversation this good before. You were actually a bit disappointed when the pilot announced that the plane was about to land soon.

-------

“Need a hand?” Steve asked when he saw you struggling to get your carry-on from the cabin.

“Yeah,” you nodded sheepishly. He flashed you with one of his million-dollar smiles and effortlessly brought your carry-on down from the overhead shelf. You said your thanks and replied with a ‘No problem’.

-------

Steve finally got all of his bags, but you were still standing next to the belt awaiting your final one.

“I guess this is where we part,” you laughed nervously, toying with the strings of your hoodie.

You saw it in his face; he didn’t want to leave you just yet. And you were thankful for that because you didn’t too.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he smiled, but this time it was sad.

This was bad, really bad. You both didn’t want to leave the other.

“Have a good Christmas,” he finished the sentence off with your name, and your heart fluttered with how it rolled off his tongue. Why did you heart flutter?

You both smiled sadly at each other for the final time before he reluctantly parted ways. Why did he hesitate?

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Genuinely upset you couldn't get your man @yiiiikesmish, hope this helps you soothe your woes babes.

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[fatuismooches]

Kind of dark stuff ahead? Basic Dottore warnings to be honest (blood, experimentation, he pretty much dissects someone, straps them down while they cry and beg for mercy, in front of the other Fatuis since they made you cry as a lesson, so yeah)

Been thinking about Dottore displaying to everyone in the lab what would happen to them if they crossed you, or Tsaritsa forbid, made you cry. By this point, everyone who works with Dottore or in his labs would know of you. And it'd take longer if you were sickly, but as soon as your presence is discovered, and the regular workers are aware of your standing as their Lord Harbinger's lover, immediate respect is afforded to you without any question. Do they have millions of questions? Yes, absolutely, but they prefer to keep their lives. Surprisingly though, you're... quite nice to them? It's honestly a breath of fresh air considering how the segments treat them, so the respectful way the agents treat you is a mixture of how they actually like you and how they don't want to end up as the Doctor's next test subject. There are always newcomers who are wholly unaware of you and who you are, so the older agents try to inform them as soon as possible. However, one learned the truth far too late, sealing his fate. Berating you for one minor slip-up that was just an accident, that was out of your control. And the other Fatuis are there absolutely panicking, trying to explain that you were not just an experiment, that you were- it was too late, because tears were already rolling down your eyes as you quickly exited the room. And the agents think, they are so fucked because they have no idea what the Doctor will do to them now that you've cried in their presence. They can only hope that he will have mercy on them, and punish the idiot who made you cry directly.

The next day, a multitude of Fatui agents, soldiers, scientists, and really whoever happened to be in the lab that day, were called into a room. It was very random, considering they never had meetings since the segments didn't like to be bothered with such frivolities, but upon entering the room, the same sinking feeling pooled in their stomachs. There was a lone operation table in the middle of the spacious room, along with a small table that had yet to hold anything. Strapped to the operation table was one of their fellow agents, bound and gagged, his screams were the only thing filling the room as the other Fatuis could only watch on speechlessly. Next to the (former) agent, was their Lord Harbinger. And no, this wasn't one of his segments, it was Prime, the real Il Dottore himself. Prime himself came to make a statement. Many of the agents hadn't even seen him until now, only encountering his numerous segments. And to the side of him was Omega too. The combination was enough to make some Fatuis want to faint and throw up, but they knew they couldn't for they weren't sure if they'd wake up again.

"I do believe that this is enough people. Word gets around quite fast around here, anyway," Prime hummed to no one in particular as if there wasn't a man crying next to them. Nonchalantly, he circled around the operation table, paying no mind to the muffled "please" and "i'm sorry" echoing like a broken record from the agent's mouth.

"It has come to my attention that some of you have trouble understanding orders," Prime Dottore began, his voice striking the highest amount of fear into the Fatuis. "I make myself clear, do I not? So why do you all still lack common sense? Why..." his gaze suddenly snapped to the tied-down man, "have I discovered that some of you still fail to respect [Name] the same way you do with me? Do you believe that you, a lowly person such as yourself, have the authority to speak to them in such a way?"

"I despise having my time wasted, especially by fools. Therefore, I expect this will serve as a reminder if you ever dare to think about crossing [Name], and consequently me." Prime then adjusts his gloves and motions to Omega, who then begins to set the table with... medical instruments he's retrieved from a bag. Only that they will certainly not be used ethically. The man only becomes more frantic at the sight of the dangerously sharp and pointy objects, but there's nothing you can do, once you're in the Doctor's clutches.

And so the group of onlookers got a front-row seat of one of the Doctor's experiments. As horrifying as it was, no one dared to look away.

Let's just say no one ever dared to make you sad ever again.

[wambsgansshoelaces]

hiii could you maybe write something about a first kiss with roman roy? I feel like he’s so unpredictable that it could be fluffy or angsty 💖

Vending Machine Oreos

Roman Roy x Reader

oneshot

anon I’m so so sorry this is so late!!! I hope I delivered though :( please let me know what you think and enjoy x

honestly I’m kind of worried because I’ve been struggling with life and my writing’s been suffering because of it so I’m really sorry if this seems unrealistic or rushed or just bad. I hope you guys like it anyway!!!

Word Count: 2.215k

“Roman!”

“What?” he snaps back, not bothering to look up from his desk.

“You’re going to make us fucking late! Come on!”

“It’s not even- oh, fuck, you’re right.” He abruptly gets to his feet, slamming the lid of his laptop shut, and hurries out of his office, you not far behind.

Working at Waystar was certainly an experience. You like to say Logan Roy made you see red, and it’s a sentiment you know Roman shares. When you stop and think about it, you suppose that you’re making way too much money to actually care. Besides, Roman Roy is easy on the eyes. It’s not like all of him was so horrible. If you were honest with yourself, you never really thought he was such a bad person. He was kind to you, in his own neurotic way, and made sure all of his work was done on time. You actually find him kind of endearing, and you both happen to get along extremely well.

“Is the car outside?” he asks, pulling his coat on.

“It has been for ten minutes,” you say back, ushering him into an opening elevator.

“Why do we have to do this again?” he mutters to you in question, glancing at you sideways as you slide into your seat next to him in the car.

“Because your dad wants us to mingle,” you say bitterly. “Some new hotshot piece of shit to impress.” He sighs, turning to stare out the window and watch as New York blurs by.

The event building is large and lavish, the epitome of modern day architecture. The entire thing is floor-to-ceiling windows, and the interior does not let you down. This is the corporate version of a party. You’d spend the night milling about, pretending to listen to half-assed pitches while Roman fucked with all of the corporate jockies he hated. Logan had asked you in person for you and Roman to go. Something about the mind games he was playing with rivals and the fact that a Roy needed to be present at these kinds of things.

You and Roman get your coats checked, and you’re guided into the ballroom. The room is already bustling and half-drunk, and you mentally steel yourself for the next few hours. The two of you get roped into a mind-numbing conversation about stocks and bitcoin, so much so that when you look over at Roman, he’s staring up at the vaulted ceiling.

“And what about you?”

You don’t realize the question was aimed at you until after it hangs for a few moments.

“Sorry?” you ask, returning your attention to your peanut gallery of what’s only men. You notice Roman doing the same.

“We were talking about the whore houses,” an older one chortles, immediately causing your face to sour. “We were wondering if we would see you there. What with the job performance and all.” He laughs, a loud, gaudy sound that makes you want to vomit.

All of the heat rushes to your face. You are by no means bad at your job. But despite your confidence and your skill, you can’t help how disgusting you feel.

“I speak for all of us here when I say nobody would really mind if you were,” another, younger one chimes in. You all but gag. You throw a glance at Roman, pleading, but he looks just as uncomfortable as you are. Disappointed, you realize you’re not going to get any help from him.

Without saying anything, you turn on your heel and calmly make your way out of the ballroom. You feel like ripping your skin off. Maybe then the feeling of those eyes will get off of you then.

You stroll through the halls, trying to comfort yourself. You don’t expect it, but after your second lap around the complex, you find Roman at your elbow, reaching out to take you by the arm.

“Holy shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve said something,” he admits. “That was disgusting. They’re disgusting. I’m really sorry.” He pauses, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I know that doesn’t help.”

“It’s okay,” you say quietly, rather unconvincingly at that.

Roman makes a face at you. “We both don’t believe that.”

“Really. It’s fine. I should’ve just made a scene so we could leave,” you say, attempting to lighten the mood, change the tone. Roman gives you his signature pout, refusing to take your word for anything. He’s worked with you for long enough to be able to sense when something’s wrong.

“Oh, come on.” He leans in towards you conspiratorially. “Wanna just ditch? Pretty sure I saw a vending machine while I was chasing you around. You walk way too fucking fast, by the way.”

He sets off down the hall, fishing his express card out of the zipper pocket of his dress pants. You follow, catching up so that you’re walking side by side. “You keep a credit card in your pocket?”

“Debit.” He hands it to you, and you hesitantly take it. He pats himself down, rooting through his other pockets. He fishes out some paper money and unfolds it. “Hey, look, five bucks.”

The card is sleek and impossibly expensive. You grip it tightly. Even though you don’t really know how you’d lose it, you don’t think you’ll know what to do with yourself if you do. “Do they even have vending machines in places like these?”

“Yeah, ’course they do. Saw it with my own eyes, anyway. Just told you,” he replies, letting you press the card back into his hand. He turns it over in his palm absentmindedly, eyes flitting about. “They just charge triple ’cause they know nobody’s checking the price.”

You both walk together for a short while, Roman getting a bit frustrated. He tells you that he was ‘just fucking there’ before a comfortable silence stretches, him focused on finding the damn thing. You don’t have to wait too much longer. “Hey, look, there’s an entire row,” you say, pointing.

“You know it’s fuckin’ crazy ’cause these aren’t even the ones that I saw earlier,” he mutters to you. “You like spicy chips?”

“Oh, you don’t need to get me anything,” you tell him after you process what he said. He sighs, turning back to the nearest vending machine.

“Cool. You’re getting Oreos.” Roman takes the crumpled five dollar bill and tries to smooth it out against the machine’s glass. You don’t think it’s going to help. That thing looks like it’s been through hell.

He presses a few buttons and inserts the bill. The machine eats it, and the small screen above the keypad flashes the word ‘PROCESSING’ in red, blocky text. You watch as the curly thing keeping the treats in the machine unfurls, pushing the sleeve of cookies forward, before it shuts, the cookies hanging on to the gadget instead of dropping so that you could get it.

“I feel like that shouldn’t be possible,” you say quietly.

“Fuck’s sake,” he says back. He bangs on the glass, and the sleeve sways. But nothing happens. Roman glances towards you. “Is this real? Are we in one of the most expensive fucking office buildings in fucking New York where the vending machines are holding my fucking Oreos hostage?”

You shrug, then fish out your wallet. “Here, put another five in,” you suggest, offering him another five. He pushes your hand back towards you, making a face, instead inserting his card into the machine. Again, a sleeve of Oreos gets pushed out. The previous ones finally fall from their position, but get stuck on the slot immediately below it. The same thing that happened with the first one then happens with the one just bought.

“This can’t be real,” Roman says incredulously. “Help me out, will you?”

He squeezes himself in between the vending machine and the wall, somehow managing to tilt the entire thing forward. You brace your hands on the front of the thing, keeping it from tipping all the way over. Carefully, you jerk your arms up, trying to shake the cookies free. A couple of tries later, a strange smattering of THUDS sound, spotty and horribly nonrhythmic. Roman peers out at you from his little nook, eyebrows raised.

You manage to get the machine back upright so that he can shuffle back out into the hallway. As you get your first glance through the glass, it’s painfully obvious a lot of what was once in the machine is now at the bottom for you to take.

“All this for only ten bucks is pretty good if you ask me,” you say, smile playing on your lips.

“Thank fuck this company is cheap in their manufacturing,” he murmurs back, grinning. He leans his back against the machine once you both hear footsteps approaching. The young man who’d made that gross fucking one-liner. Even though you have no proof, you get the disgusting inkling he was looking for you. He slows his pace when he sees you, and you do your best to school your face into neutrality. He stops entirely, opening his mouth to say something, look of confidence plastered over his face.

“Fuck’re you looking at?” Roman snaps, arm coming to drape across your shoulders, hand going to cup your jaw. He tilts your head up, quickly crashing his lips against yours. You’re surprised, but not even the slightest bit opposed. You grin into the kiss, and you can feel Roman smirking. He pulls back only slightly, glancing sideways at the other man. “What, you into voyeurism or something? We’re having a moment, shoo.”

You can’t help but laugh, clamping your hand over your mouth to trap the noise, and you watch the guy scuttle awkwardly away. Roman’s fingers stay on your jaw, brushing gently up the expanse of your skin. Without thinking, you lean back in and deposit a peck on his lips. He returns the fleeting kiss as he can, head then following yours back when you pull away to press his lips back to yours.

The kiss is deep, tender, needy. In between kisses, he murmurs praise. “You know you’re thirty times the employee any of those dipshits ever will be, mm?” Another lingering kiss, his hands drifting to your hips to turn you towards him. “And you’re so fucking attractive. Thank fuck this is finally happening. I think my staring at work was getting creepy.”

As his fingers travel to tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck, you pull back enough to be able to kiss up his neck. You line kisses along the underside of his jaw, and he lets out a strangled noise. His free hand cups your hip, squeezing gently as his face flushes with pleasure.

He turns his head to take your lips with his again, sighing happily into your mouth between kisses. Your hands are now braced on his chest, and your heart flutters.

“Did it really have to take this to get us to make out?” you ask, smiling giddily, rubbing a hand over his pecs.

“Maybe, maybe not. Another few weeks without you and I probably would’ve lost it, anyway,” he admits to you. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Roman pulls away from you entirely, disentangling your limbs from each other. He stoops down to the output compartment, your previously won treasure forgotten in the heat of the moment. He pulls out a bag of chips, sitting down with his back leaning against machine. You go down and settle in next to him, sitting as close as physically possible. He tears open the bag before winding an arm around you, keeping you close, holding the bag so that it’s easily accessible to the both of you.

“What’re we going to do with the rest of it?” you ask, cheek pressed to his shoulder so you can rest your head against him.

“Planning on taking it with us.” Roman chews a bit, swallows, then dots kisses across your forehead. “Hey, wait, your Oreos.”

He twists to reach into the compartment behind him, roots around for the bit, and turns back around to hand you what got you into this mess in the first place. You tear open the sleeve, then offer a cookie to him. He pops one into his mouth, fat smile plastered on his face. You have to admit, you enjoy seeing him happy. Roman Roy’s smile does things to you. You mirror his expression as you gaze up at him.

He plants another kiss right onto your lips.

It’s a bit of a struggle to transport all of your loot to the car an hour later, but thankfully, nobody’s around as the two of you carry all of the junk across the building.

The drive back, you sit practically on top of each other, giggling and munching all the way.

Neither of you waste any time as the weeks go on. You start going out, and you find yourselves spending more time in each others’ offices.

One morning, a few months after you’ve made things official, you step out of your office to come face to face with a vending machine.

All that’re in it are bags of Oreos, and a small sticky note pasted to the glass with a sloppy heart drawn onto it.

[sailorholly]

Strictly Business Pt 6

Summary: Spencer wants to gain sexual experience before asking out his dream date. You just want a way to release stress. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Spencer Reid × F. BAU Reader

Warnings: Friends with benefits. Smut. 18+ only.

Minors DNI. Typical Criminal Minds stuff.

W/C: 1K

Strictly Business Masterlist

You felt like such a badass when you captured the unsub. You reached for your handcuffs, when you realized he lured you into a false sense of security. He turned around, grabbing your wrists and throwing you to the ground.

Your heart raced, panic surged through you. You were supposed to wait for backup, but you were afraid you would lose him if you didn’t go for it. You brace yourself for impact as his foot reared back, ready to kick you in the ribs. You open your eyes when you hear footsteps running toward you.

Spencer grabbed the unsub, slinging him against the brick wall. “Get away from her.” He commanded. You shouldn’t be this turned on. Not in this situation. But Spencer was incredibly sexy when he was protecting you.

You watched as he handcuffed the unsub, tilting his head toward you to ask if you were okay. When he was loaded into the back of the police car, Spencer pulled you in for a hug. “I was so worried about you. Please don’t do anything reckless like that again.”

On the way home, everyone was exhausted. It was a four hour plane ride home. It was already late when you left, so everyone was asleep except for you and Spencer. You were reading one of your romance novels together. You just got to the part where the Viking took his bride to bed for the first time. Your breathing grew more ragged with every detail.

You glance at Spencer who was reading over your shoulder. He waited patiently for you to finish and turn the page. His eyes were heavy with lust. You place your hand on his thigh, moving it toward his growing erection. He captures your wrist in his large hand. “Not here. Meet me in the bathroom in three minutes.” He growls into your ear.

You squeeze your thighs together trying to suppress your desire as he walks to the bathroom on the back of the jet. The anticipation was killing you. You had been turned on since Spencer came to your rescue earlier. You checked your phone often. Time seemed like it wasn’t even passing.

Finally, three minutes had passed. You make your way to the bathroom, trying not to run. You walked by your sleeping colleagues who were none the wiser. You open the door, finding Spencer waiting on the other side. He pulls you in, closing the door as silently as possible.

He turns the lock upwards ensuring your privacy. His soft lips are on you before you can blink. You lean into the kiss, letting your hands travel up his arms and down his back. You shove him against the wall, your fingers finding the button on his pants and undoing it.

You palm his hard length through his boxers and he looks down at you. You sink to your knees in front of him, hands working to free him. You take him between both hands, noticing how they don’t fit all the way around him. You guide his throbbing cock into your mouth. You wrap your lips around him, tracing the veins with your tongue as he slides to the back of your throat.

You hollow your cheeks, sucking harder as you flick your tongue against him. He moans your name, hands coming down to hold your head. Hearing him come undone because of you makes you feel primal. You scoot closer on your knees. The floor is so hard, you know you will have bruises later. You swallow around him, remembering how much he liked it last time.

You meet his gaze as he runs his hand over your exposed throat. You moan around his length, wondering if he could feel himself inside. You gag when he hits too deep. Tears filling your eyes as you choke. You try again, taking him deeper. You speed up your pace when you hear his breathing become ragged. Your hands wrap around his thighs, tugging him closer.

He places a slender finger under your chin, tilting your face up. “Swallow.” He orders as you feel him spill down the back of your throat, you take every drop, never breaking eye contact. You release him with a pop, then pull the tip back in to lick it clean. He helps you up, and you look at him incredulously.

You loved how confident he was becoming. A few weeks ago, Spencer would have never told you to swallow when he came. Your panties were destroyed. He switches positions with you, pressing your back against the wall as he towers over you.

You hold your breath as Spencer lowers himself, getting on his knees before you. He reaches up your skirt, pulling your panties down your legs. He feels how wet you are, your arousal dripping down your thighs. He smirks, “You’re so wet for me already. I haven’t even touched you yet. Did choking on my cock turn you on?” You could get used to the dirty talk. This new sexually confident Spencer would be the death of you.

He lifts your skirt up to your waist, spreading your legs apart. “I need you to be quite. Can you do that for me?” You nod in agreement, knowing it was easier said than done. Spencer’s nose brushes your clit, and you whimper.

He stops immediately, looking up at you. “I’ll have to stop if you’re too loud. You don’t want that, do you?” You were so desperate, you would agree to anything if it meant he would get you off. “Please Spencer, don’t stop. I can be quiet, I promise. Just please don’t stop.”

“You’re so pretty when you beg.” He says lowering his head again. He grabs your thigh, lifting it over his shoulder giving him better access. His slick tongue swirls in fast circles against you. He memorized what you like, and he used it against you every time. Normally he would take his time, savoring you.

But, there was not time for that. You had to rush, just in case someone woke up. His soft lips lock around your clit, tugging with the perfect pressure. A cry of his name escapes your lips, you look down thinking he will stop. His hand closes around your mouth to muffle the sound instead.

You watch as his head moves between your thighs, messy curls going in every direction. You can’t help your moaning as he sucks harder. His hand presses more firmly against your mouth, and you shatter into a million pieces. His unrelenting tongue glides over you, drinking down every drop.

Spencer stands up, walking over to your long forgotten panties on the floor. He picks them up, tucking them away in his pocket. “You go first. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” You pull your skirt down, smoothing the wrinkles before walking out. You almost expect the whole team to be waiting on the other side of the door.

You sigh in relief when you make it back to your seat, and no one has seemed to move. A few minutes go by, and Spencer returns taking his place beside you. You grab a blanket off the side of your seat, draping it over both of you.

He lays his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes. Your rest is interrupted when Rossi sits up, looking at both of you. “Finally! I thought you were going to be in there the rest of the trip.” He jumps up, sprinting to the bathroom. You and Spencer share an amused look, before bursting into laughter.

Part Seven

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[illusioninfnty]

day 26 ; sensory deprivation

↠ chris redfield x reader

fandom: resident evil word count: 1.1k warnings: nsfw 18+, sub!chris, bondage, blindfold, ball gag, nipple play (all m receiving), explicit talk of consent, unprotected sex, blowjob, probably ooc!chris sorry

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You raise an eyebrow as you look down at your boyfriend.

“And you’re sure you’re okay with this.”

Chris leans back on the bed, motioning his hand towards himself. “Hell yeah. Give me what you got.”

You pull out all the items you had on you. You were hesitant to bring up your kinks with Chris, fearing he'd be freaked out.

But he was much more receptive when you hesitantly brought up the idea of tying him up. His eyes widened and he swallowed hard, and a blush dusted his cheeks as he nodded at the suggestion.

You begin to strip, removing your shirt, bra and bottoms as you push Chris onto his back. You tug his pants down, tonguing at his growing erection in his boxers. He groans, throwing his head back.

Among the items you had with you, you pull out the silk blindfold. Crawling on top of Chris, you stretch it out, tying the piece of fabric over his eyes.

“What—?!” He calls out. He reaches his hand up to touch the blindfold and huffs. “I didn’t realize this was part of it.”

“Hush,” you reply, rolling your eyes. “It enhances the experience. Trust me.”

He eyes you for a moment before nodding, and you get back to work. You take the rope you have, creating intricate knots that you researched online and practiced countless times. 

Chris raises an eyebrow at your supposed expertise. “You haven’t been practicing with someone else, right?” His voice is teasing, but you can tell that there’s a hint of uncertainty behind it. 

“Don’t worry,” you reassure him, “the only experience I have is with the internet.”

He snorts as you finish the last of your knots and sit up to take a good look at your handicraft.

Chris is splayed out below you, his arms tied behind his back. The red ropes strain around his pecs, making them bulge out of the pockets you created with your knots. He’s fully restrained, unable to move himself from out of the position he’s in.

“So?” Chris wiggles around a bit, showing himself off. “How do I look?”

You pat his cheek and kiss it, running your fingers through his hair. “You look great baby.” You then rummage through your things, pulling out the final missing piece. “Just need one more thing to make you perfect.”

“Um. I don’t like that tone.”

“Relax you big baby.”

You finally pull out what you’re looking for. “It’s a ball gag,” you inform him.

You can see him gulp harshly. His body trembles, but the way his cock bounces through his boxers has you thinking it may not be in fear.

“You just kick my leg if you want me to stop, okay babe?”

Chris gives a firm nod. “Got it.”

You cup his cheeks and squeeze to open his mouth, which he complies with easily. You place the ball gag in his mouth and fasten it behind his head.

Your hand comes up to palm his now fully hard cock, finally pulling them down leaving him bare. His erection springs out, and you can hear him hiss behind the ball gag at the change in temperature, dribbles of spit escaping the corners of his lips.

Fingering yourself a bit, you climb on top of him, positioning yourself right over his dick. You give it a few long strokes, squeezing the base as you do. You thumb over the beads of precum that leak from the tip and rub it along his length.

His dick is thick in your hand, and you make sure to lube yourself up a generous amount before even attempting to stick it in you. You guide his cock to align it with your entrance, and slowly sink down onto him.

A loud moan escapes your lips as his cock bullies its way into your pussy. Even with the extra lube you used, the intrusion still stings. “Fuck,” you moan out, and Chris groans in response.

His muscles flex desperately against the ropes as you begin to bounce on him. His cock hits the deepest parts of you, and you can’t help but cry out at the pleasure.

Chris pushes his hips up against you as you fuck yourself on top of him. He plants his feet firmly on the bed as he tries to find some sort of stability. He’s being louder than he’s ever been in bed before with you, despite the extra obstacle of the ball gag. 

You run your hands across his chiseled abs and he shivers under your touch, whole body trembling furiously.  They make their way to his chest, nipples hard from both arousal and the cold air. You grab the extra skin that bulges from the taut rope, kneading it and ghosting your thumbs over his nipples. A strangled gasp leaves his lips through the ball gag, and you can’t help but clench tighter around him as you watch him unravel beneath him.

His cock throbs inside of you as you rock on top of him. You lean over and press your face into his neck, trailing kisses all the way from his jaw to his collarbone. You suck hickies into his skin, rolling the flesh around your teeth and pulling at it as Chris involuntarily rocks into you.

He ruts his hips up desperately, his whines restricted by the ball gag in his mouth.

“Feels good?” you murmur into his neck teasingly.

A long, low moan is what you get in response as he nods and thrusts up, giving you your clear answer.

You lift yourself up, only leaving the head of his cock inside of you. Chris whines at the loss of the heat, bucking his hips up blindly in an attempt to chase you. You jack off the base that’s not inside you, squeezing it harshly as he whines behind his gag.

When his cock throbs uncontrollably, nearing his orgasm, you completely leave his cock and shift down to take it in your mouth, inhaling it all the way to the base. The sounds that leave Chris’s lips are louder than ever, and you suck him harder as you feel the rush of his warm cum enter your mouth.

Swallowing it all, you finally remove his gag and blindfold. Drool spills out of his mouth and his eyes are all teary.

“Was it okay?” you ask him, wiping at that wetness all around his face. “Do you seriously need to ask me that?” Chris rolls his eyes playfully. “Now untie me so I can cuddle you, woman.”

You laugh and comply happily, gasping when he rolls on top of you and peppers kisses all over your face.

[milesdickpic]

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P.82

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Bestiess! Hi!! I am so sorry for being away for so long. As some of you may know, I have been away at a clinic for my mental health. I will try to be as active as possible; however, I am still going through the motions of the clinic. But thank you all so much for supporting me and being so sweet. please take care of yourselves! Mental health and your health matter! I love you all so much! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: You and Bradley are about to experience your first night home with the boys! What cuteness will unfold? 🥰

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: cursing, crying, making fun of, name-calling, mentions gagging and wanting to puke, mentions throw up/spit up, but so much cuteness 🥰

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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You and Bradley had a long first night home with the boys. They slept for the first 3 hours and then after that, they were like offset ticking time bombs. 

Little Brad started to fuss and whine in his bassinet. Bradley sat up in bed and kissed your cheek. “I got him, baby.” You felt his weight shift off the bed followed by some heavy steps to the boys in their bassinets. You could hear Bradley’s back crack as he stretched out before picking up his son. 

“Let’s go little B. Daddy’s got you, bud.” You could feel Bradley sit a the edge of the bed. You laid on your back and looked over at him. His back was faced towards you. He was slightly bouncing on the bed and rocking your son in his arms. The fussing started to subside and Bradley turned to you. “Gonna go make him a bottle, babe.” 

You nodded and cuddled back into bed. “Okay.” You said softly with a small smile on your face. 

Bradley came over and placed a kiss on your forehead and headed out the door to go downstairs to make a bottle for little Brad. He came back in feeding him. You propped yourself up and smiled. 

“Did you nuke my milk in the microwave?” 

Bradley chuckled and nodded. “I did. 20 seconds. Then tested it on my wrist.” He gestured a chef’s kiss. “T’was perfect.” He sat on the bed next to you as he continued to feed little Brad. “And baby boy is loooooving it.” He leaned toward you so you could see your son chugging down the milk. “Chug it, chug it!” Bradley pumped his fist and whispered to his son. 

You giggled and laid on Bradley’s shoulder. “You are such a natural, Brad.”

He smiled and kissed your head. “Thanks, sweetheart. I’m getting a lot of help from the best mom ever.” 

Once little Brad finished his bottle, Bradley propped him up against his chest and started to pat his back to get him to burp. A belch was an understatement of what came out of your son. Bradley threw his head back and started to laugh. “Holy shit. He gets that from you, babe.” Bradley lifted his son so his face was parallel with his. Little Brad’s mouth was slightly agape. Bradley placed a kiss to his lips and continued to place pecks on him. The sound of his puckers were muffled in little Brad’s mouth. 

Little Brad stretched his little legs and opened his eyes slightly. You gasped and sat up to look at him. You turned on your lamp by your bedside to get a good look at him. 

Bradley furrowed his brows and looked at you. “Baby, I thought you said the boys have green eyes?”

You looked at Bradley with furrowed brows. “They do?” You tilted your head slightly confused. 

Bradley chuckled and shook his head. “Well, it looks to me like they are not 100% identical.” He turned little Brad to you, his eyes were still open. 

You placed your hand over your mouth. “What are those beautiful-looking things?” You grabbed your son from Bradley’s grasp and leaned back against the headboard. You bent your legs and placed little Brad against your thighs. You Hunched over into your son’s gaze. A little smile peered from his toothless grin. “Bradley Bradford Bradshaw. Do you have a combination of mommy and daddy’s eyes?” You took a closer look and confirmed he in fact did. 

You patted Bradley on his shoulder and pointed to little Brad’s eyes. “Babe. His eyes are Hazel.” 

Bradley gently rubbed his index finger on his son’s cheek. “Our Hazey boy.” Bradley chucked. “At least we can tell them apart now babe, but the Bradleys will still be confusing because there are two of us.” 

You and Bradley shared a laugh. You nodded. “I love it. Our hazel-eyed boy." You gave Bradley a kiss on his lips. Then you heard some more fussing coming from Luke’s bassinet. Bradley laughed and pecked your nose. 

“I got him, sweetheart.” 

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The next morning. Phoenix had opened the door to check on you and Bradley to see if you both needed anything. The sight she walked in on was so wholesome, but also hilarious. There were stinky dirty diapers thrown in the corner of the room. A change of clothes with spit up hanging off the foot of the bed. A fairly used burp towel hung over the headboard. 3 sets of used bottles on each of your and Bradley’s bedside tables. You hanging off the bed with your hand in Luke’s bassinet and Bradley propped up against the headboard snoring with Little Brad cuddled up on his chest. Phoenix started to laugh and entered the room quietly. Hangman was passing by and started to laugh at the sight he saw through the open door. Phoenix shushed him right away.

“Shut up, Bagman. Let them all rest.” She chuckled as she went to retrieve all the used bottles. 

Jake came in and started to collect the dirty diapers. When the stench hit him he gagged. Phoenix turned quickly to him laughing. “Oh, my god. For just drinking y/n’s milk these boys take gnarlier shits than me.” He plugged his nose and picked up all the diapers. 

Phoenix rolled her eyes and went to pick up the dirty set of clothes. “L.N.B” She giggled. “Luke blew one of those diapers last night.” She held up the very rough onesie covered in spit-up and some poop. 

Jake started to gag even more and covered his mouth and left the room immediately. Phoenix laughed and rolled her eyes again. “Wimp.” She gave you, Bradley, and the boys one last look before she smiled and left the room. She closed the door quietly as she exited. 

———-

While Jake and Phoenix cleaned up yours and Bradley’s room of the horrors from the first night. Austin went and got Leia up and ready for the day. 

He knocked on her door and peered in slowly. “Leia Rey. Time to get up, darlin.” He entered her room with a bright smile on his face. 

Leia sat up, stretched, and rubbed her eyes. “Good morning, my Austie!” She let out a satisfying sigh and got up to give Austin a hug. “Can you help me fix my bed?” She started to smooth out her sheets. 

Austin chuckled and pulled her comforter up and started to tuck it into the mattress. “There you go, darlin. All fixed. Ready to get ready?” 

Leia clapped her hands and nodded. “I’m ready! Can I pick my outfit?”

Austin pushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. “Of course, little babe. What do you feel like wearing today?” They both went over to the closet and started to look for an outfit for Leia. She chose to wear a two-toned butterfly sweat set. It was half purple and half black with butterfly patches. Austin brought her to the bathroom and helped her wash her face and brush her teeth. “How do you wanna do your hair today, Leia?” 

Austin started to brush her hair as Leia looked in the mirror. “Hmmmm.” She tapped her finger to her lips. “I want a puffy bun!” She rested her hands on her cheeks and smiled at Austin through the mirror. 

Austin’s eyes went wide and he raised his brows. “Hmm. Let me ask your Aunt Nat to see if she can help you with that.” He chuckled and went into the hallway to call for Phoenix. 

———-

After Phoenix finished Leia's hair, she brought her downstairs where Jake and Austin started breakfast for everyone. Leia ran to Jake and jumped into his embrace. “Uncle Jakey! Good morning!” She pecked his cheek over and over again.

“Vapor girl, you looked beautiful as always, honey.” He kissed her cheek and brought her over to set her down on the kitchen counter. “So how many pancakes are you feeling, honey?”

Leia’s eyes went wide with excitement. “Pancakes!”

Jake chuckled and nodded as he pulled out the mixing bowl full of pancake mix. “Of course! The best breakfast for the best girl in the world!” He got a dollop of pancake mix on the tip of his index finger and poked it onto Leia’s nose.

Phoenix rolled her eyes. “We just cleaned her up, Bagman.” She grabbed a wet paper towel and wiped the pancake mix from Leia’s face. 

Leia giggled, “I want 3!” 

The three of them looked at Leia shocked. “Jesus, Leia girl… 3??” Phoenix looked at Leia with a shocked smile. Leia nodded her head with a smile plastered across her face. “You do have that Bradshaw appetite!” Phoenix grabbed her from the counter and cover her cheek with kisses as she brought her over to the dinner table and sat her in a seat. “Gonna get your plate ready, m’kay?” She gave Leia’s head a little pat before she went to start her plate. 

———-

Bradley’s POV 

I woke up to the sound of giggling and slight yelling coming from down the hallway. I was still holding little Brad to my chest. I smiled and gave the top of his head a kiss. I rubbed my eyes and wiped my hand down my face. “Holy shit.” I looked over at the clock. 1024. “Damn, I haven’t slept in like this in forever.” I took a deep breath and looked over at you. You were still fast asleep, hand in little Luke’s bassinet. I chuckled and got up slowly. 

I placed Brad in his bassinet and was going to start cleaning up the room from last night’s shenanigans. I looked around the room and it was already clean. I scratched the back of my head confused. “Huh.” I raised my brows. “Trace.” I chuckled again and headed into the bathroom to clean up for the day. 

After I finished getting ready, I re-tucked you into bed and gave you a kiss on your cheek. “Get as much sleep as you need, sweetheart. I love you, forever.” I grabbed the baby walkie-talkie so I can hear if any of the boys started to get fussy. I left our bedroom and went down the hall to hear what the commotion was about. It was coming from Leia’s room. I peeked around the corner and witnessed the most hilarious sight I have ever seen in my life. Better than Fanboy dressed as the tooth fairy in a pink tutu. 

*Mocking a prissy girl’s voice* “Oh, my gosh, Leia. Ken cannot have that Barbie dream car! I’ve been wanting it so bad!” 

“HOO - LLY SHIIIT.” I started to snicker as I was trying to hold back my laugh. 

Leia whipped around in her tangled dress that she was able to fit over her clothes. She had very minimal makeup done. She smiled at me, “Hi, Daddy! Good morning!” 

Then, Hangman turned around. My jaw dropped to the floor. I had no words. He looked at me with wide eyes holding a lipstick tube in between his fingers, his other hand holding one of Leia’s dolls. 

“Shit.” He looked at me with regret and knew I was never going to let him live this down. He was fucked. “Bradshaw.” He put the doll and lipstick down. 

I raised my brows. “Mrs. Seresin.” I started to chuckle. 

He rolled his eyes and stood up. He fixed the pink tutu he was wearing and brush his blonde hair from a ratty wig from his face. He placed his hands on his hips and cleared his throat. He nodded at me as he stood in from of me. “So. What’s up, man?” 

I looked him up and down. “So what are we up to here, girlies?” I raised my brows at him with a sly smirk across my face. He narrowed his eyes at me. 

“We are playing, Daddy!”

I nodded and smiled at Hangman. “What are we playing Uncle Jake? Or maybe Aunt Jackie is more appropriate?”

“Leia Rey wanted to play dolls.” His voice was stern and his eyes still narrowed at me in annoyance. 

I nodded slowly. “Mmhm.” I looked him up and down again. 

“Uncle Jake suggested we play, Daddy!” Leia giggled in the background.

I crossed my arms. “So Aunt Jackie suggested dolls? Is that soooo….” Another smirk across my face. “Hmmm…” I bit my lip trying to hold my laughter back. 

Hangman's jaw clenched and he sighed. “She looked bored.”

I nodded. “Sure. I believe you, Jackie.”

“HAAA AUNT JACKIE!” Leia was cracking up behind Hangman.

“So where are Phoenix and Austin?” 

He gulped and looked around. “They went to the store to get a couple of things.”

“Sooo, you mean to tell me that they haven’t seen you in this state yet?” I raised my brows. 

“Don't you dare, Bradshaw.” He folded his arms and looked at me with beady eyes. 

I shrugged. “I’m just saying it would be a shame if they didn’t get to see you all dolled up, sweetheart. Don’t let my wife see you. She’s going to get jealous.” I winked at him and he rolled his eyes. I poked at his lips. “So… what shade is that? It really compliments your eyes.” I kept poking at his lips and was chuckling. 

Hangman slapped my hand away from his lips and scoffed, “Shut up, Bradshaw.” He pushed me aside and headed toward the bathroom to clean up. He stopped before he went in and turned to me. “It’s pretty in pink if you are dying to know.” As he turned back around he flipped his hair and went into the bathroom. 

Leia came up next to me and crossed her arms as she leaned against the door frame. She let out a long sigh. “Aunt Jackie really has her panties in a bunch, huh Daddy?” She nudged my hip with her elbow. 

I looked down at her with raised brows. “Where on earth did you learn that phrase, Leia Rey Bradshaw?” I gawked my head at her with my mouth open. I leaned against the other side of her doorframe. 

She giggled. “Aunt Nat.” She raised her brows and smirked at me. 

I messed up her hair and shook my head. “Crazy girl.”

———-

Hangman finished cleaning up the makeup from his face and came out of the bathroom pulling the wig off and stepping out of the tutu. “So how’d you sleep, Rooster?” He threw the wig and tutu at me. 

“First night home was a little rough, but we are just getting the hang of things. For me, my first time, and for y/n/n getting into the swing of things again. But god she did so well last night. I wish I didn’t need her help all the time, but she’s so great.” I smiled and followed him into Leia’s room to put the wig and tutu away. “But after all the poop, spit-ups, and feeding we slept all like babies.” I chuckled as I put the wig and tutu away. 

Hangman shuddered and made a disgusted face. “Please don’t mention the poop. I think that smell is stained into my nostrils.” 

I jerked my head back and laughed. “What are you talking about?”

Hangman sat down on Leia’s bed and looked up at me while raising his brows. “Phoenix and I went into your room this morning when you, the boys, and y/n were passed out. We cleaned up a little bit, so you and y/n could sleep more and not have to worry about cleaning up.” 

I sat next to him on the bed and smiled as I patted his back. “Thanks, Seresin.”

He nodded his head. “Those boys take nastier shits than you and I combined.” We both laughed.

The baby walkie-talkie started to go off. One of the boys was fussy. I hit Hangman with the back of my hand. “Hang on man. I got to go get the boys. I want y/n to get some more sleep.”

He stood up with me and followed me to the room. “I’ll grab one and you grab the other, Bradshaw.” I nodded and opened the door slowly. We each walked over to a bassinet and grabbed a baby. 

I picked up little Luke. He was the one who was fussing. “Daddy’s got you. You’re okay little man.” I gave him a kiss and headed out of the room. 

Hangman was outside the room rocking Brad in his arms. “Hey, little Bradley. Uncle Jakey’s got you, buddy.”

I closed the door softly as you stirred around in bed. I smiled before closing the door. “Sleep tight, sweetheart.”

I turned to Hangman as he was holding little Brad. He was laughing softly as he looked at him. “I got to break it to you, Rooster. You and y/n make the most beautiful kids. You know. Until mine come along.” 

I started to laugh. “Thanks, Seresin.” I poked baby Brad's in his belly. “Hazey boy, my main man, it’s time for your brother and you to get a diaper change, a onesie change, and a bottle.” 

Hangman looked at me confused. “Hazey boy?”

I chuckled. “Yea. Baby Brad has Hazel eyes, dude.”

He smiled and nodded. “Wait really?! Luke got the pretty hazels too?”

I shook my head. “Nah. Green like Leia and I.” I showed him, Luke, as he had his eyes open. 

Hangman gasped. “Holy crap. Now you can definitely tell them apart. That is so cool.”

I nodded and pointed to the boy’s room. “Let’s go get them ready.”

“Right behind you, Bradshaw. I’ll do anything but change a diaper. I can’t do it after this morning. The only way I will touch a diaper is if you can get me a military-grade gas mask to wear.”

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My loves! I hope you are all doing well! I am sorry for such a late post today, but I hope you all enjoyed it! What was your favorite part!? 🫣 I'll be back hopefully next weekend with another chapter! See you in the next one, besties 🫶🏼

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[ofallthingsnasty]

been thinkin about mouth inspections at the dentist (with our faves). Isn’t there a way to tell if you’ve given bjs before? Like there’s an indent in the roof of your mouth or something? Since you have experience in dentistry, i thought I might ask💀

Perhaps dentist fave pokes around in your mouth and finds that spot, asking all sorts of gross questions, who’ve you done it with? how many have you given? and then forces you on your knees, explaining the whole time what he’s doing to that spot in your mouth as he brutalizes your throat. Law or Doffy would be the worst for it. Doffy wouldn’t be able to control himself and Law would be so calm and collected, it would be scary

Yes, but only hard and recent blowjobs - there can be petechiae on your palate!! (Think tiny red spots) We don't care, though ajsjjksk and as always THIS IS FICTIONAL OFC I DON'T ENDORSE THIS AJSKKS

The mental image of 'big dick Doflamingo's everything but mostly expensive implants mill'-dental office is sending me. Baby 5 not-so-subtly chewing gum behind her mask while she makes you wait in the chair. Him coming in half an hour late (you've been nervous and sweating the whole damn time and the radio is blasting nothing but shitty early 2010s pop which doesn't help), clearly fresh from some break and not a difficult procedure, showing you just how much he doesn't care about you. He fucking reeks of cologne. Light pink scrubs that fit him so well it's not even funny. Has a weirdly delicate gold chain around his neck that really emphasizes the way his pecs puff up before connecting with his collarbone. It kind of makes you want to fall into his... well, his cleavage. (Because of course he chooses scrubs with a rather unorthodox neckline - who's going to tell him off? He's the boss. Sometimes he comes in wearing polo shirts in that same pink tone and they're always, always a little too tight.)

He throws himself into his little chair so hard it skids right up to you and he just smiles as a greeting, porcelain-white veneers blinding you for a moment, before he puts his mask up (also pink, it's a whole fucking theme here). It's all pretty standard, Baby 5's clearly fake nails clicker-clacker away at the keyboard while he lists off your dental status - until he gets to the soft tissue, especially your palate.

tw. crack treated seriously + noncon = the combo from hell, medical malpractice, Law is in here too, as a separate listing (same tags for him + hypnosis), minors dni, don't take this too seriously i had too much fun writing this it's so silly, dental hypno doesn't work like this don't worry lol

Well, that's certainly an eyebrow raiser. Looks like little old unassuming you has a bit of a wild side. He can tell you know your stuff by how big and angry-red the bruise on your mucosa is. You've been a patient of his for a long time now - and other that the fact that you pretty much look like you're about to faint every time your ass touches the chair, you've been rather forgettable (but cute, he has to admit). He can tell you don't like the way he fingers around your mouth one bit - and that you're waiting for his final evaluation, taut like a bowstring. You're probably pissing your pants at the thought of getting some major work done. He knows your type and nudges his fingers just a little farther down your throat, to your uvula, just to see how trained your gag reflex is (and to keep you anxious for just a few seconds longer, it's just too precious).

You don't even blink. Others would have coughed up their breakfast by now but you're sitting there, eyes teary and face worried. Would you look at that. It's good he's wearing his mask or else you'd be able to see that he's poking out his tongue because he's smiling so hard - you're suddenly in his top ten patients, right next to all the big bucks and two or three genuinely interesting cases. And oh, he's getting ideas with the way you fidget under his gaze. You wouldn't tattle. You wouldn't even fight back. My, you're perfect for a little lunch time fun.

Baby 5 is out of the room with a single gesture, closes the door behind her with a distinctive click. She won't bother him either, she'll just go hide in the break room and text her newest boyfriend until someone scrapes her out of there again. And you? You're already anxiously waiting for his diagnosis, fearing the worst. Oh, he'll give you the worst. It's delicious to see your face go from nervous to absolutely crestfallen as he spins some tall tale about how need to get big work done on two molars, how bad it already is and how you probably should opt for implants (his specialty, after all. And so expensive he just knows you'll do just about anything to save a little money.) Of course, you trust him. And of course, you agree for him to go with the 'best' (and coincidentally most expensive) option, even when you're clearly fighting back tears at the price. He tells you to lay back, brings the chair to the highest, horizontal position and overstretches the neck so that your mouth is in a perfect line with your throat. It's unpleasant how the blood from the rest of your body is cut off from your head in this position, how the whole room is suddenly overhead and that damn light is shining straight into your eyes. It's supposed to give him a better look at your upper teeth - but when you open your eyes to his fucking dick of all things and him telling you that you want that treatment cheap, don't you?, you learn that not everyone has your best interest in mind. (Sadly, you don't even get to answer because he just shoves himself into you and fucks the protest right out of your oesophagus.) When he's done with you, your whole face is full of spit and mucus and you probably lost consciousness at least once - turns out not enough perfusion for your brain coupled with extreme anxiety and someone gripping your throat to fuck it better isn't exactly the healthiest thing in the world.

Honestly, you'll try so hard not to go back after that experience, you really do. Problem is, you gave them your mobile number when you first signed over your data - and just two days later you'll get a barrage of texts in finest text speak anno 2004, with a million of 😜🤞😂🦩 emojis asking you about the state of your throat and if you still want that follow-up. Cheapest set of dental implants you'll ever get, honestly. You only have to sell him your dignity.

Law on the other hand... All prim and proper in starched white, medical professional through and through, yet so gentle - has a whole concept around dental phobic patients, with warm and welcoming treatment rooms, gentle music, offers laughing gas, hypnosis and even general anesthesia if the fear is especially bad. Always professional and never condescending or infanitilizing (like some can be when it comes to phobic patients). He's a dentist, a doctor, the authority in this place but he guides with a gentle hand - and people adore him.

You've been his patient for a while now - and he can't lie, he really likes you. You've been a dream to work with despite your anxiety; have endured every session bravely, you hang onto every word he says with big, wet eyes. He makes a suggestion - you take it. No matter the cost, the time, how outlandish the approach might be, you're always willing, nod your head yes and try to tough it out. You're somewhat soggy, almost whiny but that's okay. It's kind of cute, really. So when he sees those telltale red spots on your palate, he's a little surprised... You come across as so meek while on the chair, it's hard to picture you as anything else outside of it. But clearly, you're either an extremely attentive lover or you're wilder than he thought. Honestly, he's almost pouting over this revelation. Who are you fucking? Even if the sentiment is inappropriate, it should be him - at least that's what his little crush on you whispers to him deep, deep down. He mills over it a little too long, long enough for you to try to speak around his fingers in your mouth - there you go again, asking him (and so politely, too) if there is something, anything? And to his shame, all he can think about is if this is how your tongue feels like when you're using it. The way you slur against his hand, that warm and entirely too inviting mouth so close yet so far - it's giving him some shameful, shameful ideas. What harm is in a little test drive - especially when you've been proven to respond well to hypnosis. He has just enough time to rope you into a little session, as well. So he pulls a face behind the mask and explains that yes, actually, you have a little cavity - a teeny tiny thing that could be filled so easily right now, if you have the time for it. The way you immediately tense up underneath him isn't lost to him. God, you hate surprises, he knows that, and he's being so, so selfish - but it's too late to take back his words now.

He can practically watch the thoughts form in your brain, can see how you valiantly try to fight down the panic over a surprise dental procedure. But, as always, you swallow the lie hook, line and sinker. And when you ask him if he can use hypnosis on you again, he knows he's won this round. It's not ideal - you're already upset over this whole situation and to get you into that relaxed state is going to be a lot of work, but he knows you well enough by now. A sentence here, a soothing word there, gentle encouragement wrapped around it all like a bow - the moment you've let go, he can simply pull his pants down and force himself into your mouth, that's how far away you'll be. Of course, you aren't as active as he wants you to be, but the thrill and novelty of the situation is more than enough for him. The thought of marking you like this, to cum right down you throat without you or the ominous other person fucking you knowing, is more arousing than he'd like to admit. Maybe he has to stroke himself to completion (because your slack lips around him are far from enough) but his orgasm builds up quickly and hits him hard. He can already feel that pesky sense of guilt nagging away at him the moment he collects his breath - but he cleans you up and fixes your rumpled clothes and shoves all those bad feelings into some far away corner of his mind.

Your numb jaw is easily explained away, as is that horrible taste in your mouth - and he did give you a filling, after all, so hey, the lie isn't that bad, right?

(Law totally did his junior time at Doffy's terrible implant money grub mill and then vowed to himself that he'll never ever ever become like that. Well, that kinda sorta didn't work out, huh?)

[ireadwithmyears]

Hi and sorry to bother. I wanted to ask if you do writing request? It would be nice to get a request from you about a Kix x reader fic where Kix would take care of a sick reader. But it's okay if you don't do request and you can just ignore what I said.

the prettiest bother I have

Request for @bullfinch-lover

Pairing: Kix/gn reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Tags/warnings: domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of medication, plus syringes but no actual injections

Summary: Kix returns home from a long deployment to find you sick with a wisdom tooth infection. It’s not what you had intended to welcome him home with

A/N: well, this wasn’t what I had envisioned when I started writing this. Then again, I didn’t really know what my plan was. Until my life decided to throw personal experience at me, and I decided to make the best of it. So uh, this isn’t the traditional flu sickness, but considering I’ve still felt like crap and all I wanted to do was go to bed, I still think it counts. Hope you enjoy. Also, please note that I am a visually impaired writer who is currently working without a beta. I do my best, but there are still going to be things that I miss.

“Are you finished eating, cyar?”

Kix’s voice cuts through the constant, throbbing ache in your jaw, and your unfoundedly intense interest in pushing the mashed potatoes and steamed soft vegetables around on your pla

You should eat more. You know you should, especially when you take into consideration the effort that your partner had put into curating it when he had returned to you after his most recent deployment, only to find you curled up on the couch, struggling with a wisdom tooth that had picked up an infection because food and debris kept getting caught beneath the hole between part of your tooth and gums.

The whole, you think glumly, still somewhat annoyed. You hadn’t even noticed it was there until, after a week of persistent jaw pain that you had at first played off as a headache until it never went away, the medical droid had informed you of its existence. Why in the name of the galaxy there was a hole there to begin with, you didn’t have a clue, and didn’t bother asking the medical droid, because whenever you dared to ask them a question, whether it was just their no nonsense programming, or your low self-esteem, they had a habit of making you feel stupid for not knowing the answer to begin with.

Regardless, this brings you back to the here and now, but when you open your mouth to respond, your jaw gives you what you can only assume is a warning twinge, and you hesitate, shaking your head after a moment.

“If I say yes, you’ll make me gag on that awful mix of salt water again,” you grumble with an exaggerated grimace, folding your arms and propping them against the table.

Kix leans back in his seat across from you, fixing you with a look. Patiently, in a tone that suggests this isn’t the first time you’ve had this discussion, he explains “We have to flush out the area regularly, especially after you eat. It’ll help keep the site  clean and clear out infection.”

“I have antibiotics for that,” you point out, but he’s already on his feet, stepping around the table and guiding your arm through his, pulling you up from your seat and towards the kitchen.

“Come on, lovely,” he encourages, giving you one of his charmingly handsome smiles that makes it almost impossible to say no to him on the best of days. “It’ll only take a minute.”

*

“One more,” Kix decides, plunging the syringe back into the cup, mixed with lukewarm water and salt.

If you were doing this by yourself, this would have been a one and done thing, maybe more than once a day if you were feeling up to it, which, right now, you most certainly are not. But fortunately and unfortunately, your boyfriend is a medic, he insists on being completely, and in your opinion excessively, thorough, going as far as using a tiny mirror to examine the hole in your tooth to make sure he’s clearing out any leftover food that’s gotten stuck in it.

You let out a sigh, but don’t put up much more of a fuss, opening your mouth without prompting and allowing him to flush the solution into the hole, waiting for you to wrinkle your nose and spit it out into the sink. 

He checks again, and you can tell by the slight downward tilt of his lips what he’s about to say before he even says it. “Okay, I lied. One more time, cyar’ika,” he says gently, depressing what’s left in the syringe before refilling it. “I promise, this is the last one, and then I’ll leave you alone to rest.”

“Kiiix,” you whine, pouting in a way that might put a toddler to shame. This is stupid, ridiculous that you’re getting upset about this, because what’s the big deal? It doesn’t even hurt, just feels gross and tastes gross and you’re just so over it. You’re tired, and it hurts, and nothing is making it not hurt and you’re upset that you’re even getting more upset because it shouldn’t be this hard.

Kix lets out a soft sigh, then places the syringe back into the cup, instead, gently cradling your face between his hands, leaning forward and pressing his lips softly to your forehead, lingering there a moment.

“I know how much you’re hurting right now,” he whispers, breath warm against your skin, and somehow, those words, the simple acknowledgement that he understands how hard this is for you brings an unexpected lump to form in your throat. 

He pulls back, gentle smile on his face as he continues, in a tone that’s much lighter. “I know that this is gross and you’d probably prefer to spit it out in my face whenever I make you do it,” he says, giving you a small nudge. “Just one more for me, meshla. Then you can sleep.”

“I can’t sleep,” you huff,  sounding dejected. “I haven’t been able to sleep, Kix.”

“I know, cyar,” he breathes, his voice soft and empathetic. “I could hear you tossing and turning last night, trying to get comfortable.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, your stomach twisting with guilt as you avert your eyes to the ground. 

Here he was on shore leave for the first time in months, undoubtedly his first time in a warm, comfortable bed in all that time, and here you were, making his life harder, and making him do his job when all he should be getting right now is well-deserved rest and comfort.

“Shh, none of that,” he murmurs gently, fingers delicate as they tilt your chin up from the ground. “Open up, cyar. Let’s do this one more time, and then we’ll see if we can’t figure something out to make you more comfortable, hm?”

You raise a curious eyebrow at that, seeing the thoughtful look in his eyes that suggests he’s planning something. But before you can ask about it, you comply, opening your mouth and allowing him to guide the syringe into the small gap. As he works, he continues to speak, the cadence of his voice providing a constant, soothing melody to ground yourself in.

“Tilt your head back for me. Yeah, that’s it. I know, it doesn’t taste nice. Doing so good. Almost done, meshla.”

When he checks again, you’re relieved when he declares that he is satisfied with his work, and he sends you off to lie down. 

“Won’t you come with me?” You ask, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Normally, you’d be more reserved. But with how you’re feeling right now, you’re not ashamed to admit that you’re feeling clingy and want cuddles.

“I will shortly, ner cyar,” he reassures you, reaching to wrap an arm around your shoulders and giving you a gentle squeeze before stepping back. “I’m just going to pop into the medbay on base, but I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Contented with that, you migrate to the couch, flopping down and preparing yourself for a few hours of countless position changes, in hopes to find one that miraculously makes the pain in your jaw hurt less.

*

It’s not working. 

This infuriated exclamation rings throughout your ears as you sit up, removing the useless ice pack from where it’s been pressed against your cheek. Some medical site on the holonet said it would help reduce inflammation and pain. Whoever wrote that article, you think, as in a fit of utter frustration, you hurl the ice pack across the room, was a complete liar.

When you don’t hear the ice pack dully thud against the floor as expected, and instead hear a thump as it collides with something more high up, more solid, followed by a soft “Oof,” your eyes fly across the room. 

Across the room to where you had half hazardously thrown it and where, unbeknownst to you, Kix was standing, having just entered the room.

“Oh,” he says, his tone only slightly surprised, his face held completely impassive as he bends to pick the ice pack up from where it’s landed at his feet.

“Well, that isn’t the first time that’s happened to me,” he continues, sounding utterly unfazed and almost amused as he straightens.

You decide, in this moment, that the only thing you can do to preserve what little dignity you have, is to pull the blanket over top of your head, and simply never show your face again.

“Hey, no, don’t hide, meshla,” he soothes, and you feel a slight dip in the couch as he moves to sit beside you, first tugging at the blanket, then pulling your head into his lap. 

“I’m sorry,” you grown, cheeks burning. “I didn’t mean to, I swear. I I just...”

“Bad timing,” he reassures, gently pressing a finger to your lips and leaning down to drop a kiss to the top of your head. “That’s all it was.”

After a moment, he moves his fingers to gently stroke along your cheek, delicately feeling around the sore side of your jaw.

“I presume you feel the same?” He asks, his voice quiet as he peers down at you.

“Umhm,” you agree with a long sigh. “Hurts too much to get comfortable.”

He hums softly in understanding, fingers running through your hair. “I might have something that can help with that.”

Those simple words have you peeking up at him with cautious optimism, as if he’s the son and this is the first time you’re seeing it on a rainy day.

He gently nudges you up into a sitting position, propping pillows beneath your back as he holds up a small bottle of pills. 

“Give it,” you say without hesitation, holding out your hand expectantly. At this point, you don’t care what it is. You’ll take it if it means even a small amount of relief from this hell.

“Really, cyar,” he says, his voice half teasing, half chiding even as he pops the lid. “You should at least ask me what I’m about to give you.” You only shrug half heartedly in response.

He pours out a pill and holds it in his hand, not giving it to you yet. “I went to the medbay to get this for you. Though it contains traditional painkillers that we have at home, I need to also warn you that it contains a narcotic, which, amongst helping relieve the pain, will also make you pretty drowsy, and, with the little sleep you got last night, will most likely knock you out.”

“Wonderful,” you respond immediately, shooting him a smile that quickly turns into a grimace as your jaw throbs in protest. “I’ll take it.”

“Let me just get you a glass of water,” he says, turning away.

“I don’t need water,” you protest, even as he’s turning to move into the kitchen. “I can swallow pills without it.”

Okay, while  that’s technically true, it’s not the most comfortable experience. But you can do it, and apparently, you’re so eager to have drugs in your system that you’re too impatient to wait even a few moments longer that you’ll take the discomfort. Kix, on the other hand, does not approve of this idea. 

He spins on his heel, turning back to face you,  one hand immediately going to his hip. You recognize the unyielding medic look just as it falls into place over his features.

“You will do no such thing,” he says sternly, fixing you with a piercing look, as if he’s mildly horrified by the very suggestion. “Do you realize how much of a choking hazard swallowing pills dry is?”

At your lack of response, he turns, moving to the kitchen and returning a moment later with a glass of water. You take your meds gratefully, and Kix carries you up to bed.

*

“How’s that?” Kix murmurs softly, his voice just above a whisper.

You’re lying on your stomach, soft and warm blankets tucked around you in your bed as you wait, not so patiently, for the meds to kick in. You’re already sleepy, though, and the way Kix is running his fingers through your hair, gently massaging the base of your scalp and occasionally lightly pressing into the back of your neck with his thumbs to ease some of the tension is quickly bringing you there, in spite of the pain that is only now beginning to reseed.

You hum a soft sound of approval, then whisper a quiet “Don’t stop, pleease,” as his thumbs sweep over your temples, rubbing soft, soothing circles over them, pressure light, taking care not to irritate any points that are sore, especially around your upper jaw.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, meshla,” he whispers, leaning down to press a light kiss to the back of your shoulder. 

“Kix?” You say hesitantly after a few moments, your eyes still closed. At his soft “Mmh?” In response, you continue.“Sorry you’re starting your shore leave off like this, love,” you say with a deflated sigh.

“What do you mean, cyar’ika?” He asks gently, shifting to lie down beside you and pulling your back flush against his chest.

“Like this,” you say, confused and slightly exasperated because he doesn’t get it. “Like, instead of getting any time for yourself or going out and having fun you’re here, taking care of me. I should be taking care of you right now and instead, I’m just making you do your job.” You press your lips together, adding in a slightly trembling whisper “I’m just being a bother.”

“Ner Kar’ta,” he murmurs, his arms tightening around you a fraction as he looks down at your face. “Why would you think that you’re bothering me?”

“Because,” you say, as if that’s all the explanation he needs, not able to hide your confusion now. “You spend all your time taking care of your brothers and then you come home and tell me about how much of a handful they are and how many headaches they give you and I just, I didn’t want you to have to deal with all this when you came home.”

“It’s adorable that you even think that you could be as much of a handful as my vode,” he muses, gently taking your chin between his fingers and turning your head to look up at him. “First of all, my beautiful cyar,” he whispers, running his thumb along your bottom lip, before leaning forward and softly pressing his against yours. “You’re a lot nicer to look at,” he says, his voice low and teasing, but his eyes are warm, and looking at you intently. “You’re not a bother, meshla,” he a firms. “Even if you throw ice packs at me and threaten to give me a heart attack by suggesting that you take your medication dry,” he continues with a smirk, lightly poking your side, which pulls a small giggle out of you.

“You never could be,” he says softly, pressing his forehead against yours before replacing it with his lips, where he lingers. “And,” he speaks again, his voice half playful, half sincere. “If you are a bother, then you’re my bother, and it seems to me, meshla, that you’re the prettiest bother I have.”

*

That night, you sleep, for the first time in a week, the whole night through, your pain much diminished, and your heart much less troubled, because Kix is there, his strong arms holding you tightly, and his skilled hands, gentle but unwaveringly steady as they hold you together.

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Personal Assistant…

Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Dom Male Reader part 5.1

Part 4

Warnings: Degradation, size kink, belly bulge, drinking an unknown substance, drugging, dacryphilia, spanking, cursing, crying, feminization, sadism, masochism, gagging, humiliation, collar-pulling, blindfold

a/n: oh boy, we're in for a ride.

(M/N) woke up and immediately felt something on his eye, and he immediately got up and looked in the mirror. It was an eye patch, it had a unique design to it, and it was on the eye that he had just lost due to Dottore going on with his outburst.

He could only sigh, it's not like he can complain about it. He does not want to lose both of his eyes and become permanently blind, no. Furthermore, he looked at the time and saw that it was four in the morning, the perfect time to get ready and not deal with the Doctor complaining that he was late.

Whilst (M/N) got ready, Dottore was at his lab, running around too excitedly for his own well-being, even his clones were confused. He was making an unknown mixture that specifically does something to your mind and body, and he was making sure that the effects were going to be strong and effective.

“Sir, I'm here.”

A voice called out from the other side of the door, before coming in and shutting it, making the light from the outside peer in for only just a second.

“Good, now sit down on that chair, we're still not done from yesterday, traitor.”

(M/N) quietly sat down without hesitation, not wanting another 'incident' happening. Dottore then went on with his work, wanting to perfect the unknown mixture, and when (M/N) saw what it looked like, he was pretty… Nervous per se, not every day you see the Doctor being passionate about something, which was unsettling, to say the least…

“Put on this blindfold, you brat. You're going to be my new lab rat for the next few days, we'll see if you can survive.”

“Yes, sir.”

(M/N) reluctantly put on the blindfold, not wanting to question any further, because if he does, Archons know what this man would do to him.

He suddenly got his mouth forced open and a cold liquid went into his mouth, and with no choice, he had to swallow it, the liquid itself was disgusting, he wanted to throw up, and his stomach felt weird, his body felt hot, his body was sensitive— wait what?

“What are you feeling right now?”

“Sensitive.”

“Good, anything else?”

Dottore knew what he wanted, it was right in front of him.

“… Needy… Hot…”…

(M/N) was inhaling and exhaling at this point, what was in that mixture? He doesn't want to know, he just wanted this feeling to end.

“It's working… Do you want that feeling to end?”

“Yes, please…”

“Well, too bad, pretty boy.”

Dottore walked forward and took his blindfold off, the cloth now sitting at his neck. Now (M/N) could fully see the Doctor, when did he become so hot—?

“You're staring, pretty boy.”

“Sorry.”

He wasn't tied up or anything, so what was stopping him from ravaging the man in front of him? Fear. The same man was grinning at (M/N)'s state, it was amusing for him to see that his own very emotionless assistant was making faces like this.

Dottore slowly took everything off until he was only wearing his shirt and some pants, and it made (M/N)'s mind go hazy, almost making his dick do the talking, but he held himself back because of the same reason— fear.

“What are you waiting for, hm? I want this experiment to be done as soon as possible.”

And that's all it took for (M/N) to pin him to the desk that was conveniently behind Dottore, and it made him groan out of pain, but he let the male take the lead, curious and excited about what he will do.

You started licking and biting his neck, making him squirm under you, he's quite impatient, isn't he? It looks like he's been waiting for this very moment to happen, but you were too focused on making him feel good, as well as yourself.

“Y-yeah, that's it, ravage me like you want it.”

Dottore panted and squirmed, his pants started to feel uncomfortable, he wanted to take them off, but you were preventing him from moving

(M/N) took his shirt off, along with Dottore's and it looked marvelous. His body was littered with miniature scars and some past bruises.

“Beautiful…”

(M/N) stared at him in disbelief

“Get on with it already!”

TBC BC I WANT TO UPDATE YOU GUYS AFTER HOW LONG GOD KNOWS WHAT

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Dreambirth (magical pregnancy)

It was dark magic that surrounded me as I lay on the wooden floor of the sauna in that magical cottage, a blanket for my comfort like Bree suggested.

It was so humid and hot I sank into a dreamy sexual delirium, and once deep into it I felt the penetration blossom in my pussy. Gentle at first then a growing pressure that woke up my g-spot as my clitoris lifted its head from under the fleshy hood of my labia. My nipples tingled and puckered, anticipating what was to come. My sexual euphoria began when I felt the quivering of my womb as the invasion delved deeper, filling my sex organs completely. I wanted to be fucked so bad right then and as though it read my mind it began to move inside me, making my entire pelvic cradle throb with such orgasmic bliss. I lifted myself up with my hands on the floor behind me and watched my tight little pot belly swell and pulse framed by my open thighs.

In the middle of this supernatural fuck came the pinprick of an egg embedding in my womb's fertile flesh making me shudder. Then the gurgling of my insemination and a bright flare as the egg became a fertilized creature making my belly cramp in orgasm, a trill of squirmy sexual bliss lancing through my core all the way to my full stomach. I gagged, burped, then experienced three months of morning sickness in only moments as my toes curled in a flood of orgasm and I pissed all over my blanket. My stomach squeezing itself empty was more a gentle regurgitation than convulsive vomiting and it felt good. So good.

It was exhausting, but wonderful.

I'd reached an age when my body craved to carry life, my womb craving to be filled with a living being, my belly hungry to grow round and heavy and feeling what it contained moving deep inside me, and finally to experience the brutal euphoria of giving birth. But I didn't want children, nor did I want to spend nine months carrying a weight that would handicap me in my career.

I confided this maternal craving to Bree over coffee in Starbucks before work and she smiled.

"Me too." she said, "And I found a place to satiate that craving in a day."

"One of those pretend mommy classes that make you wear a fake belly?"

"No, this is the real thing." she said, lifting her top to show me her silver stretch marks, "You get pregnant in the afternoon and you birth the next morning. Pleasure abounds."

"How?"

"Dunno. It's magic, and god is it orgasmic."

Bree gave me the contact details on the cottages deep in the woods and I discovered their overnight fee could buy me a week at Cabo, but they had a money-back guarantee of satisfaction. After a sweaty night of masturbating as I imagined finally being pregnant, I called and booked a night.

Bree gave me a rundown one what to do, though they would as well. Eat before I check in, have bottles of water within arm's reach, and take a blanket into the sauna.

"And whatever you do, don't look at what you birth." she said, "Just throw the sheet over it, shower and leave. They'll clean up all the messes you're going to leave."

"Messes?"

Bree laughed, "Oh yeah, baby. You're going to get down and dirty."

She was right.

My legs were trembling so badly I had to crawl out of the sauna to the bed, my small belly bump heavy in my pelvic cradle. My tits swollen and nipples puckered, my pussy pulsing and dripping as I made my way and regurgitated three more times before I crawled under the covers and let sexual exhaustion take me.

My long night was full of sweaty, delirious orgasms, not knowing and not caring what was growing inside my belly. It only mattered that it was growing and every time it moved I stroked the tightening skin of my swollen belly and quivered. I was pregnant at last, experiencing squirmy orgasms that felt like sexual fever dreams. The larger my belly grew the more whatever was inside me moved, making my bowels squirm, my g-spot throb, my clit to stand proud and quivering hard.

I'd heard pregnant women are horny all the time but I didn't know why before this night. I don't know how many times I came but five of those orgasms were so powerful I sicked-up again, afterward grasping a water bottle and gulping it down to avoid dry-heaving and loving the rough pleasure as it ejaculated up my throat to soak my sweat and vomit soaked bed.

Delicious labour pains begin as the rising sun fills the cottage, but even that pain is laced with so much pleasure. Pulling the sheet up under my tits and lifting my head I finally see my swollen belly. The blankets still cover my crotch and legs and my bloated belly is undulating, the thing inside me squirming and stretching as it prepares to be born. I can feel it moving desperately inside my belly and know it isn't human. I can feel and see my belly moving as the articulated joints of the creature stretches arms like claws that search inside me looking for my birth canal. Claws that are fleshy, not hard and sharp like crabs or lobsters, but just as strong and insistent.

Pushing does no good, so I just lay here letting it happen, pulsing waves of orgasms filling my belly, loosening my pussy, gaping my bum hole, making my water filled stomach quiver and curl. I cum harder when I feel my cervix being penetrated from the inside, and harder still when the first claw pushes out and through my pussy.

Then comes the second claw, both of them curling to dig into the hollows of my open thighs. It stretches me open by degrees, pulling its long articulated body out of my uterus through my pulsing pussy. I'm not birthing it, the creature is crawling out of me to finally squelch between my legs under the blankets. Right on the heels of the birth the shuddering orgasm of its placenta gushing from me makes me regurgitate once more in a series of long orgasmic heaves.

I feel the slow calming of my body after a good orgasm. I'm empty now, relishing the peace and satiation after the ecstatic birth of a child.

My hands palpate my squishy belly, feeling the furrows of stretch marks that lace my abdomen as the creature squirms between my weakened thighs.

When I'm finally able, I pull my legs out from under the blankets and rise to pad like a drunken girl to the shower, my gaping pussy dripping clots of thick mucus the creature left inside me. I take a long cold shower, then without even drying myself I dress in the sweatpants and hoody I arrived in. Slipping my feet into my flip-flops I leave the cottage, the lump under the blankets on the bed still moving.

The limo ride home is long and comforting, my body cooled by my shower is relaxed and flaccid. Only my tits are tight, my nipples squirting droplets of milk that darken two spreading stains on my hoody. I palpate my belly, once firm and flat with tight muscles, now stretched and spongy. I love the looseness of my pussy, still gaped and leaking mucus, making the crotch of my sweatpants slick and oily. I am a happy mess, satisfied that I experienced foreshortened and intense impregnation and birth, but dreaming of returning to the cottage for that dark magic once again.

And again.

And again.