#i have found 5 push up bras and all of them are broken

[rabbitsinwonderland]

going to a concert tonight and I kinda but also don't know what I wanna wear and I also don't wanna ruin the clothes that I Do know I wanna wear. so I'm walking around the house in a sports bra, shitty denim shorts I've worn all week, lesbian kandi bracelet on my arm, and stupidly large earrings in my ears. gonna have chicken noodle soup

[itsscromp]

5 months

A story inspired by this TikTok I hope you all enjoy 😊😊 word count:1.2k

Simon woke up to the all to familiar bright lights and beeping sounds of the hospital. He groaned in pain as he felt like he couldn't move. Thankfully he was spared as you were there to dim the lights after seeing him awake.

"Hey buddy... How are you feeling ??" You asked, To which he replied to a dry cough, water please.

You gently handed him the cup of water and placed the straw into his mouth, Taking a few sips. "What... Happened ??" He asked.

You looked down for a little bit and sighed. "The entire building was rigged with explosives, We began to run out before i found out you weren't behind me. Me and soap began to move the rubble that was in the explosives... and well" You looked over at his badly broken body. Both legs were broken, One arm was broken and 5 cracked ribs.

"The doctor said you won't be back on your feet for a least 3 months"

"Fucking hell..." He sighed.

Regardless, you were happy to keep him company and help him whenever you could. 3 months came by and he was finally free of those damned casts. He could be able to move freely.

But one night, upon closer inspection when he got out of the shower. He lost a lot of muscle, and seemed to gain a little bit of weight too... "This cannot get any worse" He started to tear up, He was already self conscious about his body as it is, this was just almost insult to injury.

He tried to shrug it off for the next week, trying to squeeze in any workouts as he could. But every time someone walks past him, he would always get some form of comment. "Nice tits lieutenant" "Need a training bra ??" "Give us one squeeze please ??" He had to fight every instinct to not throw a weight at there heads... But they were right.

He stood there in his room, looking at his worthless body, His abs weren't as defined anymore. His pecs could hardly be called pecs. His biceps seemed to almost have deflated. Not to mention the pudgy sides around his waist seem to top over. As he started to tear up again, He began to repeatedly smash the mirror in front of him. he hated seeing himself like this. He did with a fucking passion.

You heard the smashed glass and rushed toward his room, Trying your best to pull him away. "Easy easy !!"

"Get off of me !!" He cried out.

"Simon relax, relax... It's just me" You gently took his hands and squeezed them gently. Looking at him in the eyes.

You could see the anger, sadness and insecurity the had, He has already been through a lot and this... This just fucking hurt him.

"Come here, let me have a look" You gently took his hand and inspected it, Just grazes, not deep cuts. So you went and got the first aid kit.

As you treated his wound, he looked down at the floor, seeing the tears fall down. "I fucking hate myself..."

"Simon... Please don't say that" You finished wrapping has bandages and looked at him.

"I do, y/n... Look at me... I'm not what I am" He started to cry a tad bit heavier.

You gently wrapped your arms around him, you knew this was hurting him badly, you didn't want to see him hurt. So later that night, you began to figure out a workout routine. One that was while excruciating, you knew this would get him back to what he once was.

The following morning, you burst into his room, blowing a whistle, and making him jolt awake. "What are we still doing sleeping around lieutenant !! Gym gear on and meet me in the gym !!" You did your best coach voice and urged him out.

Simon was a tad bit shocked when he saw you, But regardless he got his gym clothes on and soon followed you. You had set everything up. Weights, cardio, courses, and protein shakes. "For our warm up I want you to do 30 push ups"

"Y/n..."

"Don't talk back, Don't give up come on let's go !!"

He knew you meant well as he did his 30 pushups. Today you were his best friend and now his coach, You had him do a lot of things. But when it came to rest period, you brought him over to the mirror.

"I want you to take your shirt off"

He froze as you said that, But you gave him reassuring eyes knowing that it was just you two, He trusted you... So slowly he took off his shirt, He looked away from the mirror once he saw his pudgy stomach. But you gently went up to him. "You know what I see Simon ??"

He kept his eyes away from the mirror but turned to look at you, Giving you a soft look. "I see... Someone who has worked really hard today. Someone who is the strongest being that I have come to know and love. Someone who I know will work hard to see himself again. It will take time, But I know you got this Simon. Just don't beat yourself up... I know this"

You struggled for a while on your body and how you looked as well, You didn't want to see Simon sad and angry at himself.

"Yeah... Ok"

After the gym session, he went back to his room and saw that the mirror had been replaced, he didn't think much to begin with, But he took your advice in hand and went over to it. Taking his shirt off again, this time looking at himself, while yes it will be hard... "I can do this, I can... It'll take time" He said as he gently rubbed his stomach and patted it.

The training sessions continued and got harder, But you helped push Simon to his limit and to the point where he didn't know he was capable of, Downing every protein bar or shake he could, and making sure he looked at himself in the mirror after every session, to learn to love the body that he is in.

5 months later.

Simon wiped his sweat as he placed down the weights, It was hard, excruciating, and sometimes even painful, But it was all worth it, he began to workout shirtless again like he used to. Walking to the mirror with the upmost confidence, looking at himself, and flexing his biceps, he saw the snake-like veins had come back. His manly pecs have sprung back to life, he smirked as he began to pop his pecs, his Terry crews vibes were you could say... "Popping off" and his 6-pack abs have been upgraded to an 8-pack. But the smallest difference is there was the tiniest amount of pudge on his sides. but he could let that slide, all he knew was that he was happy with the way he was.

You walked into the gym and saw him looking at himself, all happy. "I knew you could do it" You smiled up at him.

"No thanks to you sergeant" He smiled and ruffled your hair, he was super thankful for you, his best friend and coach. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. "Ok muscles don't crush me" You chuckled as did he.

Simon worked his ass off for 5 months, and it paid off big time. All thanks to you.

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[soft-boi-eli]

Ok ok! Good uhm.

Ok since body dysmorphia has been kicking my butt lately i wanted to request something with Schlatt where basically the reader Starts getting really insecure because of their body. Pushing and pulling on their stomach etc. They also start binding unsafely with like really tight bras because they can't afford a binder and they end up fucking up their ribs really bad. They end up in the hospital and a very worried Schlatt visit's them and lectures them about how they shouldn't have done that and about how worried he was. So when they get back home there is a gift on the bed, turns out Schlatt bought them a binder.

The reader would be Non-binary and afab.

Also a little message for pretty much anyone who is insecure about their body/has body dysmorphia because of their chest, don't bind unsafely. That can really fuck up your chest and make you actually being happy with your body even harder.

Hell yes. I love this idea thank you icarus! Writing has been rude to me lately and I needed inspiration. This has hit it exactly.

Pronouns:nonbinary (dont think any were actually used in this so yeah.)

Tw: AFAB reader, swearing, insecurity, mention of surgry, mention of blood, mention of hating self, pain. Again angst to fluff. It is reflecting on how I have felt about my body before because I needed to make it seem kinda real.

PSA: please dont bind safely. It's dangerous and can lead to serious health consequences. I know hating your body sucks but I dont want anyone to get hurt because they dont listen to their lungs, they dont take off their binder, or if their bras are way too fucking tight. It can and will hurt you. So please bind safely!!

Happy birth-what the fuck?!

Lately your brain was giving you more dysphoria then ever. Telling you your body was too big, your boobs were too noticable, and you hips are too feminine.

What brought this on? Someone simply said your dead name. It made your dysphoria hit you like a truck.

After that day everything went down hill. Your stopped streaming, telling your followers that you were going on a mental break, you didn't really talk to friends, your brain could put words together. And you most importantly barely texted your loving supporting boyfriend schaltt, not wanting to break down in front of him.

You never had the time or thoughts of getting a chest binder. It was your biggest mistake honestly.

Deciding against chest binders and wearing alot of tight bras to flatten you. But it didnt work. So you got tighter bras. And they did work. But you didnt read up on how to bind safely.

This lead to the predicament now. In front of your mirror you were pinching and pulling at your skin. There was too much. All you wanted to do was cut it off with scissors. But decided against it due to the fact of all the blood that you would loose.

Your chest, smaller then it was yas, was still visible after your 3rd bra. You decided to add a 4th and tighter one hoping it would completely hide your boobs.

Your body made you want to puke. It made you feel disgusting. But you never told schaltt that. Afraid that he would say that you looked as gross as you thought you did.

Only 5 minutes after the 4th bra you felt excoriating pain in your ribs. And worse of all a harsh pop. That immediately brought red flags. It hurt to breath. Your head fuzzy and light headed.

Your only reaction, to call for an ambulance. Dialing the three numbers as you whimpered in pain you held onto your lungs. "911 what's your emergency?" "I cant breathe. It hurts so bad. Please help." "Are you by yourself?" "Yes. I need help please." "Ambulance, firemen, and police are on their way. Ambulance is 2 minutes out."

You didnt know if you had 2 minutes. "They can break the door down if I dont answer." That's all you said after collapsing.

Next thing you knew your door was busted off its hinges and you saw two paramedics. They were quick to transfer you to the ambulance, cutting through the four bras that held your chest.

It help get air to your lungs but it barely helped.

"We have a collapsed lung. ETA 2 minutes." The paramedic back there with you spoke to the walkie talkie.

Collapsed lung? Was that the harsh pop? God, was the bras that bad of an idea? All that was going through your mind was how you possibly could get worse. The instant you got into the trauma bay was way worse. With no time to numb you and your O2 stats dropping they had to cut between your ribs and shove a tube right next to your left lung. Draining air and excess blood blocking your lung from inflating. And before you knew it you were off to emergency surgery for getting a shard of bone out of your chest cavity.

The last thing you remember was counting down and falling asleep.

When you woke up your boyfriend was next to your bed, hands engulfing one of yours.

It looked like he had been crying before falling asleep on one of your legs. Taking your free hand through his hair you smiled lightly. "I'm sorry for all of this ram boy." He grunted lightly and moved his head back into your hand. His messy hair was thick and nearly matted. It made you wonder how long he's been sitting there. You loved him and felt so selfish for doing this to him.

"I cant believe I did all this and for what? To cause you and everyone pain? All because i couldnt afford a chest binder and deciding that I might as well try another way. I should have been safer huh?" You didnt expect an answer back. Just his quite snores.

"Yeah. Not really fuckin selfish more like kinda dumb. Your body doesnt show who the fuck you are (y/n). Your heart does. And your heart isnt say boy or girl. Its saying you are you. A person who uses pronouns they them. A person that love everyone and cares for their friends. A person who love me and jambo so deeply."

He took a breath.

"You normally are quite smart. Saving up for one would of been a better idea instead of doing such a stupid thing. Asking for my help. Because if I knew I would of helped. I would of found one just right for you. I would help you remember to take it off after 8 hours. Even would of found a way to make you feel more like you."

You could hear his heart break.

"But now you're here, four broken ribs, a healing lung, and stuck in the hospital for another week at least."

You felt so guilty. He was right. You should of told him. He would never have seen you like you saw yourself. He never cared about how you looked. He only cared for your heart.

Tears falling down your face you continued to massage his scalp. "I could of lost you. You are my rock. When I cant keep up my normal antics and feel like I'm at an all time low. You are there to pick me up." You had to stop the sob from coming up. "I'm just so happy youre alive." He looked up.

His red eyes were making your heart ache. "I wont do it again I promise. But I cant just ignore the feeling of dread whe. I look down and realize I present so much like a girl. I dont wa t to be one." Schaltt nodded and kissed the hand he was holding. "Then let me help you. I wont let this happen again. Just please. Come to me. Talk to me. I'm here like you are for me."

You gave a small nod.

This man knew his way to your heart. He was so sincere about this. "I will. But promise me you wont look down on me if I end up feeling like that." You just needed to make sure you knew he would never but you needed his words. "Mever sugarbabe. Never in my life have I looked down on you and never will."

God the week was long, him and the doctor explaining safe binding that you cant fully bind for at least 6-8 weeks. Schlatt telling you his reaction to finding your apartment swarmed with police and firemen and you no where to be seen.

He was practicing on saying happy birthday to you. But was cut off. "Happy birth-what the fuck?!" He was so concerned and even more so when you were in hospital.

When you did go home he helped you through the door, and watched you as you saw the small package on your couch.

Opening it you saw a chest binder. Specifically the one you were looking at. Looking over to schaltt with tears in your eyes you walked up and hugged him lightly minding the pain in your left side. This was the best gift.

The only gift you had been wanting for the past week or two. "Now you can be safe. But no binding till your doctor says so or I swear to god I will personally smite you down." You had to try so hard no to laugh or the pain would of been hell. Kissing his cheek you smiled.

"Of course schaltt. I will make sure to not wear it till I'm healed dont want to get blood on it ya know. Also it would hurt like a fucking bitch."

He chuckled and ruffled your hair. "Alright now go sit down. I'll get you some soup ya dork."

This was going to be a great time. That was until the pain fully came back. And then this is going to be a mediocre time.

Please pardon spelling errors. I havent proof read. And I am on mobile for almost all stories. But thank you so much for requesting this became something that I could write and it helped me alot. Now I might take a while for other things too and i apologize that's cause i am starting school soon. Also family issues. So yeah might take a bit. Dont know how long though. I'll try to keep them coming but if not you know I'm studying or helping my mom and grandma.

Eli out.

[meganwritesfanfics]

Buried Nightmares (Jack Hodgins x Reader) Part 4

Ever since he and Dr. Brennen had been kidnapped by the Gravedigger, Jack Hodgins had nightmares, nightmares about being buried alive again, nightmares about suffocating, nightmares about being utterly alone. Never in those nightmares did he imagine the love of his life being in danger. The Gravedigger is about to change that. When the reader is kidnapped, the team at the Jeffersonian must race against the clock to save her, before she become another one of the Gravedigger’s victims.

Part 4 of ?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

By the time they reached the port, the temperature had reached almost 90 degrees out. Hodgins was already sweating in his jacket, but he wasn’t even thinking about himself. Instead all he could think about was Y/N, how she was trapped somewhere in this heat with no air. The port master had lead them to the area where Angela thought Y/N might be, there were still at least 50 or so containers that they would have to search through in order to find Y/N. And a lot of them were stacked on top of one another, so getting to them was also going to be another issue. 

But Hodgins didn’t care, he was sprinting to each container, knocking on them screaming out Y/N’s name, praying that he would hear her calling back to him. Praying that they weren’t too late. 

Y/N had begun to hallucinate, the heat and the lack of oxygen were causing her to see things. At first it had just been small things, butterflies flying around the inside of the car. One had landed on her hand causing her to smile. But now as she turned to look at the passengers seat she found Hodgins sitting next to her. 

“Jack” She breathed reaching out for him. 

“What are you doing?” He asked angrily. “Are you giving up?” 

Y/N sobbed as she brought her hands back to her lap where the letter now sat. It was filled with goodbyes to the team, telling them not to blame themselves for what happened. But mostly it was a letter for Jack, telling him how much she loved him, and how much she was going to miss him. But it also was a letter telling him to move on. She didn’t want her death to destroy him. She wanted him to live his life, fall in love again, start a family. 

“I’m so sorry,” She sobbed. “I tried…” 

“You didn’t try hard enough.” Hodgins screamed at her. “Come on stop acting like you are this poor defenseless damsel in destress. You are smart. Act like it.” 

“Jack I don’t know what else to...” She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face. When she opened them again Hodgins was gone. “Jack, no!” She cried before she let out a loud frustrated scream. Y/N slammed her hands into the steering wheel. That’s when she had an idea. The car horn. She quickly pressed on the horn just to check and see if it would work with the car not on. Of course it didn’t. With what little clarity she had left, Y/N quickly began gathering up supplies, anything she could find in the car that would help. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but once she had all of her supplies ready to go she paused. 

“I love you Jack, so much.” She said as she tucked the note into her bra. 

Y/n took a giant breath before she quickly hot wired the car turning it on. She shoved her bag onto the steering wheel with as much strength as she had left using the strap of the bag to secure it in place, allowing the weight of the bag to push down the horn. 

The high pitched sound of the horn sent a singeing twing of pain through her head as she attempted to crawl her way out of the car. She had just about made it out when her skirt once again got caught on the broken glass. 

“Shit!” She coughed as the fumes had already begun to fill the container. She pulled at it for another moment before she finally just decided to slip out of it all together. As she did the glass cut her thigh pretty deep. 

Quickly she crawled her way towards the door, leaning her face against it so she could try to breathe in as much air from the small crack in between the doors as she could. 

“Help!” She called again praying that someone was out there who would hear the horn. 

“Hodgins, you need to slow down, you are going to be no help to anyone if you pass out from the heat.” Booth said as both he and Brennen followed him. They had already opened 5 containers but didn’t find Y/N in them.

“We don’t have time to slow down Booth, if it is hot for us out here just imagine how hot she is!” Jack screamed. 

“I understand Jack, I'm just…” Booth started but Hodgins quickly got up in his face. 

“No Booth, you don’t, you don’t understand what it is like. You didn’t live through it! I did! I still have nightmares about it, and now this! And the worst part is, it’s my fault!” 

“Hodgins don’t think like that.” Brennen said. 

“It’s true, think about it logically. The gravedigger usually gives their victims 24 hours, right. He knew Y/N wouldn’t survive that long, in this heat. This wasn’t about money, this was about revenge, because we got away. Because we are trying to catch him. He wants Y/N to die! And she’s going to and its my fucking fault!” Hodgins broke down sobbing as he fell to the ground. The heat of the concrete burning his hands. 

Booth reached out to put a hand on his shoulder when suddenly the sound of a car horn blasting could be heard. 

Hodgins’ head snapped up. “Y/N!” He screamed as he took off running towards the sound Booth and Brennen closely behind. 

It took them only a minute or two before they found where the sound was coming from, unfortunately it wasn’t from the container on the ground, it was coming from the one that was one container up and back one. 

“Help me up!” Hodgins screamed and Booth quickly hoisted him up. Jack ignored the pain his hands felt from grabbing onto the hot metal as he turned back, grabbing the bolt cutters that Brennen handed him. 

It felt as though his heart was going to beat out of his chest as he ran up to the doors. “Y/N!” He called as he quickly cut the lock. It felt like time slowed as he through the doors open and a cloud of smoke followed, fumes from the car. Hodgins didn’t even have time to process anything, as the doors opened Y/N fell out, and he lunged forward catching her. She was only in her bra and underwear and she wasn’t breathing.

“Help!” He screamed as he scooped her up in his arms running towards the end of the container. “She’s not breathing!” Quickly he lowered Y/N down, handing her to Booth. 

As Hodgins climbed down, Booth shrugged off his jacket so he could lay Y/N on it. Brennen was right there next to her ready to do CPR. 

“The car was running, I should have gotten to her sooner” Hodgins cried. He tried to grab onto Y/N. 

“Booth!” Brennen said looking at Hodgins with sad eyes. 

Booth quickly grabbed Hodgins holding him back. 

“What are you doing! Stop it, I need to be with her!” He screamed as he tried to fight Booth. 

“Brennen is going to help her but she can’t do that if you are hovering.” Booth said as he grabbed onto Hodgins tightly.

Hodgins watched intently, watching Brennen waiting and hoping that Y/N would start breathing again. “You’re going to be fine, everything is going to be fine.” He whispered under his breath. 

Brennen tried again and again to get Y/N to start breathing again. But with each compression and each breath, nothing changed. “Come on!” She screamed. 

It felt like an eternity as Hodgins gripped onto Booth’s arm tightly. Suddenly Brennen stopped, and looked back at the two, tears in her eyes. 

“No, No, Dr. B. No please.” Hodgins begged. “She can’t, no. Please, you can’t give up please.” 

“Hodgins… Jack, I’m so sorry.” Booth said. 

Jack let out a scream as he collapsed to the ground. “I’m so sorry Y/N,” He cried as he crawled over to her. 

Brennen made her way to Booth who quickly wrapped her up in his arms, trying to soothe her as she cried, although he was struggling to hold back his own tears, especially as he watched Hodgins pull Y/N into his arms and cradling her. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.” Jack cried into her chest. “Please come back to me, I don’t want to lose you.” He held her for a moment, the world around him going silent before he laid her back down. “No, I won’t lose you.” Quickly he began CPR again. 

“Hodgins…” Brennen started but she couldn’t even finish what she was saying. It just came out as a sob. 

“Come on baby, come back to me, come on, I know you are a fighter so fight!” Hodgins screamed as he pressed down her chest. That’s when he felt something in her bra, it felt like it was paper. 

Suddenly Y/N’s eyes shot wide open and she gasped for air. 

“Oh, that god, darling, it’s me it’s Jack, it’s ok you are safe.” Hodgins cried as he held her tightly. 

“Jack,” Y/N smiled as he eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out, coming limp in Hodgins’ arms again. 

“No, wait Y/N, wake up.”

“She’s got severe heat stroke, we have to get her cooled down.” Brennen said, instantly breaking away from Booth and rushing to Y/N’s side. 

“Go get us ice!” Booth yelled at the Port Master, as he too rushed to Y/N’s side. 

“Hodgins, you have to let her go, your body is too warm.” Brennen insisted. 

“No I…” 

“Dr. Hodgins!” 

Jack nodded as he carefully set Y/N down, wiping her hair out of her face. “What do we do, what can we do?” 

Booth had taken out his phone at this point and was calling an ambulance. 

At this point the port master had made his way back with a bucket of ice. “This is all I could get, it’s partially melted.” He said as he handed Brennen the bucket. 

“This is fine, can you get us some water, lots of it.” Brennen insisted and the port master took off. “Dr. Hodgins we need to place the ice over her chest.” 

Hodgins quickly grabbed ice, placing it on Y/N. 

“It’s ok baby, you are going to be ok.” 

[tenkoscumslut]

Hawks x reader (angst)

(credit to _yorixxxx on tiktok they inspired this)

Your mind was in its own universe, walking through a rich meadow, the smell of blue gold filling up your senses, it was almost time to go home, almost.  You almost leapt out of your chair when the clock hit 5, you little fantasy vanished, forgotten, like you.  

You couldn’t help but smile as you walked home, it was months after the incident, months.  Kiego had promised to never do it again, promised and promised and promised, but all of them were lies, though you were to blind to see it.  The familiar streets were your comfort area, you loved your life, you loved your boyfriend, his affection, your apartment, your job, everything.

As you flirted with the keys, trying to find the right one, you managed to find it.  It opened up his apartment, tonight was date night, he always did the sweetest things, he would take you out on late night flights, kiss your forehead and apologize for that one night.  His words were meaningless, but they filled you with happiness.

Before you were drowning, you head was submerged underwater and you could swim to the surface.  You were exhausted, even though it was right there, it was so close, it was in your grasp, you could never reach it.  Thats when Hawks came, he made you go head over heels for him, he was your savior, he was the one who saved you.  He picked you up, letting you take deep breaths of the fresh air, and you loved it.  You were addicted to it.

So when you opened the door, and saw another pair of shoes, you didn’t mind, you didn’t even think about any bad outcomes of this.  You quietly closed the door and set your shoes next to his, assuming he had a coworker over.  You walked up the steps into the living room, and there was Hawks with his “coworker”.

You couldn’t move, they were to loud to notice you, her loud moans, his grunts of pleasure, you could barely believe what you saw.  No, Hawks would never cheat on you, you knew Hawks, or did you.  You knew the hero, the man who saved others, the man who never broke someones heart.  But did you really know Kiego, did you know how he broke hearts, how he was a lying cheating bastard who was so toxic he couldn’t recognize your feelings.

“Hawks?”, you whimpered softly, not even knowing how to react to the lewd scene in front of you.  They both stopped, the girl, panting, a huge blush on her face turned to Hawks, “Hawks, who’s this?”, she asked trying to catch her breath.  Kiego stuttered, “J-just an old friend babe, Y/N, can you leave?’, he asked with...what was it? Irritation? Annoyance? Anger?.  

“Old friend?”, you repeated, “Were dating Hawks!”, you exclaimed, tears beginning to form, the girl clambered off of him, quickly putting on her clothes, “What the fuck do they mean Kiego?! You said you weren’t with anyone!”, she shouted.  “Y/N is lying, I don’t know them!”, he shouted, pulling up his boxers.

“You know what?! Get out! Both of you!”, you shouted over them, Kiego looked at you, shock in his eyes, the girl walked past you, she looked just as broken as you, “I’m sorry”, she whispered and quickly left the scene.  You stared at the ground, your fists were placed at your sides, Kiego walked up to you.  That voice, it made you fill up with joy, but know it felt so wrong to hear him.  “Babybird, listen to me, she didn’t mean anything”, he said.  Empty.  His words were fucking empty.

You wanted to screech, kill him, you wanted to wreck him, make him feel what you were going through.  “I already said get out Kiego” you managed to say, not bothering to speak in hopes of your voice not cracking up.  You looked up at him, those eyes, so beautiful, so ethereal.  You always thought he would only look at you like that, with so much love and passion, but behind it was emptiness.  He fucking used you.

To him you were a doll to be played with, a fucking sex toy.  You gritted your teeth when he didn’t move, instead tried to embrasse you in a hug, “Get the fuck off of me!”, you shouted, the tears finally spilling out while you kicked him, punched him, scratched him.  He didn’t let go, he couldn’t, Kiego was to selfish, he wanted you, he wanted a side chick, he wanted to fuck anyone he could but he couldn’t have you leave his side.

You were his other half, his soulmate, he truly loved you, yet he continued to hurt you, over and over and over and over.  It hurt him, sometimes he wouldn’t realize he was kissing someone else, he would try and imagine they were you, that it was your soft lips caressing his own.  That is was your walls clamping down on him, and it was your moans every time he hit their sweet spot.  Seeing you, without that smile, without that look like he was your everything made him break.

He fucking hurt you.  He did that.  “Get out Kiego!”, that was the last shout, he let go, knowing you couldn’t be with him anymore, his heart was strangled as he slowly walked over to the entrance, he’d let you stay at his apartment until you could leave.  He would give you the space he needed.  With one last look of sorrow, he left.

~~~

As the months went by, you had found a new job, away from Kiego, a knew boyfriend, a home, a new life.  It was perfect, Dabi was perfect, all that time thinking Kiego had saved you, all those times you felt like he was your savior was lies.  He blinded you, choked you, drugged you into thinking you were happy, but Dabi was your real savior.  He opened your eyes, showed you the world, real affection and loyalty, trust, everything you could possibly imagine.

Though Dabi did have his flaws, like almost burning the kitchen down when his ramen didn’t turn out perfect, he was amazing, and truly loved you.  Dabi would never go behind your back, and you would never go behind his. Ever.  

As for Kiego, he was a wreck, bringing home girls almost everyday.  They weren’t the same, they never were, you were truly one of a kind.  He was sobbing, he was forgetting your touch, your lips, you voice, it was all fading away.  He was desperately trying to salvage what was left of you, he had pictures of you in his bedroom, he cooked your favorite foods, he only dated people who looked like you but it was never enough.

Every night, their moans never riled him up, their lips wrapped around him never was the same, they never tasted as good as you, their kissed weren’t as sweet or filled with love.  Their eyes never held the same fire as yours, never the same passion.  Your sweet smell was slowly fading away to, one of the only things he had left.  

he had even bought the same perfume you would wear just to scent things and try to keep it in pristine condition.  As for the girl he was dating behind your back, seeing her walk into his office everyday made him gag, she couldn’t even compete against you.  

After months of not being able to hear your voice, enough was enough, he opened up your contact, there were tons of messages from you, left on read from when he was cheating on you and he didn’t bother to reply.  His fingers manuevered over the keyboard.

He didn’t know how to start this off, would he say sorry? Hi? How are you?, he then just settled on Hey, nothing really complex or to formal.  His heart was beating faster than ever, he set himself down at his counter, his wings flapping lightly at the prospect of you replying.

You were making dinner, just some rice and fish since you didn’t feel like making something to extravagant.  Your phone dinged next to Dabi who was watching a show, he lifted up your phone, narrowing his eyes at the unknown number.

He stood up and walked over to you, unlocking your phone to look at the message, “Hey, doll, who’s this?”, he asked, staring at the conversation before you found out Hawks was a cheating bastard.  You had deleted his contact, thinking you also blocked him.  You grabbed your phone and looked at the message, trying to remember who it was.  “i do-”, you cut yourself off when you saw the previous text messages.

“It’s my ex, you don’t need to worry about him”, you said, turning your phone off and kissing Dabi softly.  He hummed happily, his hands snacking around your waist and massaging your inner thighs.  You turned off the stove and fully turned around to kiss him, things quickly escalated, your bra was off and your panties were thrown somewhere.

Dabi was on his knees, your legs on his shoulders while he devoured you, you tugged at the roots of his hair, whining and moaning for him, crying out with he hit the perfect place.  Your orgasm was quickly building up, and then your phone rang.  Dabi pulled away from your lower lips, a scowl on his face while he glared at your phone for ruining the mood.

You picked it up, scowling when you saw it was Hawks, you did not want to talk to him, “Who is it?”, Dabi asked, tracing circles into your thighs, “my ex”, you grumbled, your thumb was about to press decline but Dabi stopped you,  “Answer it babe”, he said, you whined softly, “Why?”.  He smirked, “Do it baby, for daddy~”, he said, you pouted and answered the phone and brought it up to your ear.

Hawks wings were flapping widley when you picked up, his heart was racing, he wanted so savor your voice, memorise it, imprint it in his brain so when he manages to win you back its like you never broke up.  Like he never cheated.  Like he really was your savior.

Dabi leaned back down, and started to kiss your lower lips, his tongue traveling over your clit.  You held back a moan and managed to greet your ex, “Hello Kiego”, you said, you were greeted with a happy Hello.  Hearing his voice made sadness seep into your heart, but you were through with him, you were done, you had Dabi.  

“Why are you calling me”, you asked, your hand slithering down to pull at Dabis hair, you knew being this close to your orgasm, plus the thrill of being on the phone with Hawks was only going to end in something bad.  Dabis skilled tongue pushed into your sopping wet hole.  Your hand quickly covered your mouth, staffing another moan.

“I-I guess I just missed you...”, Hawks mumbled from the other end, “I was a fucking dick to you, I cheated on you twice and thats not right”.  Your orgasm was quickly building up again, Dabi removed his tongue and easily pushed in 2 digits, his mouth started working on your clit.  Your thighs clamped down on his head, trying to make this oh so more pleasurable.

“I was wondering you know...if we could start talking again?”, he asked, Dabi then hit the special spot he knew by memory, you couldn’t help but moan loudly.  A huge blush adorned to your face, “U-Um a-are you busy right now? C-cuz I can t-talk later?”, he suggested.  “N-no, I want to finish this conversation”, you mumbled, “I just ran into the corner of my dresser”, you lied.  Dabi was pinching at your thigh, you knew he didn’t want you to hang up.

Hawks was leaning back into the chair, a generous amount of lube coated his hand, he gripped at the base of his dick, squeezing softly, trying to replicate your walls.  He bit his lip, god just you alone had him painfully hard, and the moan that came out of the other end of the phone was the cherry on top.  His thumb ran over his sensitive head, over his sensitive slit, and rubbed back and forth.  At this rate Hawks could cum any second.

“Could we maybe meet up at the building I use to fly us to?”, he asked.  You bit your lip, another moan rising up, your release was so fucking close, you could feel it.  Your hand gripped at his wrist, not wanting him to pull away and take your sweet release with it.  “S-sure”, you were in a daze, Dabis wrist snapped forward, roughly hitting your sweet spot.  Your eyes rolled back, your body spasming and your walls fluttering around his digits.  Your sweet juices leaked out of your spasming hole.  Dabi removed his fingers and quickly started to lap at the juices.

You thought you hung up, your thumb missed and instead you put him on speaker, you started to moan and cry out, it was turning into to much, “Y/N..?”, you heard hawks through the speaker. “FUCK!”, you shouted, quickly hanging up before you could reply.  Dabi was laughing, and your face was flared with embarrassment.  He got up from his kneeling position and helped you off the counter.

Your knees were wobbly underneath you, Dabi carried you to the bed and finished what he started.

The mess on Hawks chest, there were no words to describe it.  He had cummed harder than he has ever cummed before, the thick white liquid shot out in thick salty white ropes.  His post orgasm soon kicked in, a hollow feeling burned in his chest.  He wished it was you instead of them, he wished he payed attention to you.

He wished he brought you around to parties since he knew how much you loved to dance, he wished he brought you flowers, and held your hand, he should’ve given you all his hours when he had the chance.  But know your dancing, but your dancing with another man.

And although it hurts, he’d be the first to say he was wrong, but he hoes he buys you flowers, and holds your hand, take you to every party because he remembers how much you love to dance.

[missymurphy1985]

The Umbrella Girl (part 5)

Your first date with Cillian, and the aftermath...

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth

Warnings - language, and there's smut in this one 😉

You felt your pulse start to race. The nerves flowing through you like a river. You hadn't been on a date for more than 6 years. Steph had come over to help you get ready and calm your nerves.

"So where's he taking you?" Steph asked as she straightened the back of your hair. You sat at your mum's dressing table with a glass of wine.

"He wouldn't tell me, just said to wear something comfortable and be ready for 6:30," you smiled taking a sip of wine.

"And his revelation?" Steph raised an eyebrow at you in the mirror. You'd told her about it the next day, Steph was your sister and you trusted her with your life.

"It wasn't his fault, anyone in their right mind would know that. I plan on talking to him properly tonight, he needs to decide what he's going to do. Hiding from it will just make it worse." You remembered how upset he'd been and felt your eyes watering again.

"Don't you dare, that mascara isn't waterproof!" Steph pointed the straighteners at you, making you laugh. "You're right though. He's the sweetest guy on set. I knew you two would hit it off." Your turn to raise an eyebrow now.

"You planned this, didn't you?"

"Maybe. Worked though, didn't it?" She smirked. Your sister was devious, not that you minded. The doorbell suddenly rang, making you jump.

"Shit.. he's here!" Steph ran down the stairs to let him in, you heard her say to wait in the lounge while you finished putting your makeup on. Steph came back into the room with a lipstick.

"Y/n... He looks amazing.. and he has a purple shirt on. You NEED this lipstick." She handed it to you, a beautiful shade of pale mauve. Perfect.

Once you were ready, you made your way downstairs. Your flowing black summer dress now accentuated with a pale purple necklace and matching earrings (loaned from Steph) and a black handbag and heels. Your feet were already aching from the heels - you never wore them - but you'd manage. There would likely be a restaurant involved at some point, you be seated for the most part.

Cillian was waiting in the living room in his purple shirt, smart dark blue jeans and boots, Emily sat next to him on the sofa, your mum watching them play I-Spy from the armchair. He glanced at you, and back at Emily.

"I spy with my little eye.... Something beautiful." He said, and Emily looked around the room and saw you, her mouth dropping. She'd never seen you like this.

"Mommy!!!" She ran over to you and wrapped her arms round your waist.

"Well I was going to say you Emily, but I guess your mama looks okay," he smiled, standing up to kiss your cheek softly. You batted his arm playfully, before picking your girl up to hug her tight.

"You be a good girl for Aunty Steph, okay?" Emily smiled and nodded. You turned to Steph and hugged her. "Thank you..."

Steph took Emily from you and smiled. "I've got snacks, movies, games, and.... I may have bought pancakes and waffles for breakfast..." Emily squealed with delight - sleepovers with Aunty Steph ALWAYS meant pancakes for breakfast! Your mum stood up in her nurses uniform and grabbed her bag. Normally she would have had Emily for you but she had a night shift tonight, hence Emily going to Steph's. It was easier for her to sleep there tonight rather than disturb her later.

"Have a great time y/n, and be careful, okay?" She kissed your cheek and squeezed Cillian's arm warmly. He nodded, and promised her you'd have a good night and he'd get you home safe. Your mum smiled and headed out the door to drive to work. Steph followed, with Emily and her overnight bag, leaving you and Cillian alone. He pulled you close and kissed your lips.

"Where are you taking me then Mr Murphy?"

"It's a surprise, but you need new shoes. Those heels look like agony!" He laughed. You agreed, and changed to a smaller, more comfortable pair.

Sitting in his car later that night, you smiled at the view. You'd been to the coast plenty of times before with Emily, but never at night. It looked so peaceful and tranquil. You had spent the evening in a small Italian restaurant in town, sharing a pizza and a bottle of wine. Cillian only had one as he was driving, but you were happy to finish the rest - although you were slightly slightly tipsy leaving the restaurant, you'd sobered up a little now.

"We need to talk about this Cillian, you can't avoid it forever." The alcohol making you feel braver, as you broached the subject he'd been so desperate to avoid all evening. He took your hand across the centre console.

"I've been thinking about it non stop since that talk in Sophie's trailer. I can't allow her to control me and my life - I'm sick of walking on eggshells. Afraid to move forward. I need to just get on with it, I'll just have to deal with the consequences won't I.." his voice trailed off and you squeezed his hand.

"I'm here too? You're not dealing with it on your own." He looked over at you and smiled, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. It soon intensified, both of you leaning into each other somewhat awkwardly over the gear stick and centre console trying to get to the other. You pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"I thought we were taking it slowly... If you keep kissing me like that I'm gonna break my promise..." He whispered, and turned on the ignition. You sat back in your seat, feeling the heat burning in your core. There was no way you were taking it slow, you needed him and soon.

15 minutes later you were outside your house on the doorstep, tongues down each others throats while his hands roamed over your back and down your legs. You fumbled in your bag for your keys, opening the door and crashing inside, bodies pressed together in the hallway. You pushed him back to catch your breath, before checking your watch.

"My mom won't be home for at least 3 hours..."

"You're seriously overestimating my stamina here y/n..." You giggled and led him upstairs to your room, thanking your earlier self for tidying it the day before. Your bodies fell together again when you closed the door, he lifted you off the floor and wrapped your legs round his waist, pressing you against the wall.

"I want you..." You almost growled in his ear as his erection pressed against your heat. He led you over to the bed, pulling your dress over your head and his shirt over his, trailing kisses down your neck and over your breasts. He lay you down, unclipping your bra as his mouth took one of your breasts, circling your nipple with his tongue. Your head pushed back against the mattress, hands gripping his hair as you pushed your hips up to meet him.

"Steady now.. I'll get there, don't worry..." And get there he did. Slowly moving his mouth lower, before peeling your panties down your legs, his lips brushing over your core lightly, teasing you.

"Cillian... Please...." He chuckled lightly before opening your legs as wide as they could. No one had ever done this to you before, you were both nervous and excited. In fact, no one else had actually given you an orgasm - you'd only been with one man, Emily's father, and he wasn't exactly hot on the foreplay side of things. Your thoughts were broken by Cillian's tongue suddenly on your clit, and you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself crying out his name. Your hips were grinding against his face now, mouth open as he took you to new levels of pleasure.

"Oh my god..." Your core was on fire as he pushed a finger inside slowly, followed by a second. Hooking them forwards, you felt an unfamiliar but incredible surge of heat. "Don't you dare stop...."

"Keep making those noises... Fuck... you taste and feel incredible..." he was back on you, sucking and licking harder now, his fingers pounding deep. Your orgasm built quickly, and you came hard - your back arched against the bed panting his name over and over. Once you'd calmed, his body was over you, your hands reaching down, pulling his jeans and boxer shorts down over his hips.

"Are you -"

"I've had the coil for three years, I was checked after my ex walked out.. you -"

"Checks done after the witch.. no one since.. ah shit...." he groaned, pushing into you agonisingly slow, filling you completely. You both stayed still for a while, just enjoying the feeling of being connected.

"I need you... Fuck me Cillian, please..." his hips moved, in and out before increasing the pace and the pressure. You could feel wetness leaking from you as he thrusted into you. You raised your hips to meet each thrust, sending you both closer to the edge.

"This isn't gonna be my best performance y/n... You're too beautiful... Feels too good..."

"If you think you're done after this you have a screw loose Murphy..." His thrusts were almost primal, your nails scraping over his back - Steph was going to have a hard time covering those in makeup on Monday..

"I'm gonna come y/n..."

It hit you like a steam train - you suddenly came hard with him, and felt his breathing labour as he spilled into you, his cum covering your walls.

"Jesus y/n.. you okay?" He was still inside you, kissing your neck softly.

"I'm amazing.. never better... Don't move.." you wrapped your legs round his waist keeping him inside as long as possible. He laughed, and rested his forehead on yours.

"You meant what you said?"

"About what?"

"I'm not done am I?"

"Fuck no. I haven't had sex in 6 years Murphy, buckle up." He chuckled and you could feel him harden inside you again as you clenched your muscles around him. His lips were on yours quickly, this was going to be a long night.

The following morning you woke from the deepest sleep you'd had in years. Cillian's body was gone though, which confused you. You stretched and climbed out of bed, you could smell breakfast being cooked which was odd. You looked at your watch, 8am, your mum would still be in bed...

Walking into the kitchen you found him knocking up bacon, eggs and sausages. A coffee cup on the counter waiting for you.

"What are you doing up? I was planning on bringing this up to you?" He felt your hands wrap around his waist as you kissed his back through his t shirt.

"What are YOU doing?"

"I went to the corner shop an hour ago - thought the least I can do is cook breakfast. Might stop your mam from killing me when she finds out I'm here?"

"You're something else, you know that?" His phone rang before you could kiss his lips. He frowned, answering it. He handed you the cooking utensils and walked into the living room to take the call. A few minutes later he walked back in, a worried look in his eyes.

"You're on Facebook, right? Can you have a look on there please?" You opened the app on your phone and gasped. There was a photo of the two of you all over facebook - you were leaving the restaurant hand in hand, another of the two of you kissing, another of his hand on your backside after a cheeky pinch when he opened the car door for you, someone must have spotted you and followed you back to your house - the final photo being of the two of you all over each other on your front doorstep. You couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Well... This kisses goodbye to 'taking it slow' doesn't it?" You smiled.

"We kissed goodbye to that last night y/n... I'm so sorry..."

"Why? I knew what I was getting into?"

"Because Lisa is gonna see this, and it's about to get ugly, that's why."

"Bring it on Murphy. Remember, we're in this together." You linked your fingers with his and kissed him. Ready to face it, side by side.

How bad could it be, really?

[fafulous]

Take Me Home - 5/5

Andy Barber x Reader (Post!Defending Jacob)

Summary: After the unfortunate events of the trial and after, a depressed Andy Barber decides to call it quits and start a mundane life far away from Newton. He decides it is best to have a fresh start away from prying eyes and alone, but he never thought his caring neighbor (and her son) would change all of that.

Chapter Warnings: MAJOR D.J. SPOILERS (BOOK Ending),  Kinda filthy Smut (Do not read if below 18). 

It was precisely at 1:57 AM when the notification of your phone echoed in your room.

I need you Y/N. Please.

You didn’t even have to think about what to do next while your heart took little leaps, fingers tapping away to make him come back to you. But the doorbell rang even before you could hit the send button.

Both of you stood by the door embracing one another. Thankfully, he wasn’t tearing up anymore, but a hint of sadness lurked over him. Without any further ado, you pulled him in to your house, making a beeline to your room.

“Where is Niko?” he whispered.

“He’s asleep. Come on now.”

Andy was desperate for your comfort, for your touch and you didn’t hesitate in anyway the minute you shut the door. He immediately lunged into you to give his bear hugs that you found so comforting.

“Hey baby what happened?”

“I was just thinking about it okay,” he whispered closely “how when my life started falling apart, you came into it and made it better. I realised how I was stupid enough to think that leaving you that day was for the best of me.”

“Shhhhh, it’s all forgotten okay?” You stood on his feet, something he always loved and pecked his dried lips. “It’s over and we’re okay now.”

“I know honey I just need you so bad.”

Andy’s lips entwined in yours with all the pent-up passion he had for you. He squeezed your hips gently, slowly moving you towards your bed. He needed a release, someone to cling on to and there was no one better than you.

You straddled Andy, trapping his sturdy thighs with yours and stole another hungry kiss. Grazing your fingers through his hair you then peppered kisses all over his face, earning soft grunts that sent butterflies to your stomach.

Andy still did that cute thing you adored, asking for permission to remove your clothes. Gladly you said yes while you tugged on his shirt too. You traced his naked, soft belly, making no attempts to avoid the soft chest hair in your finger’s path. 

Andy hasn’t told you yet that loves you. But he also loves how receptive you are to his trail of kisses from the cups of your blue bra to your neck. He loves how your hands are trying to be all over the place at once, how his love bites look so sinful on your skin, how you just fit in his arms.

He loves how perfect you are for him.

Feeing him like this made your yearning even deeper; He needed to be loved right now and that’s all you were focussing on.

But before you could make him pliant under you, Andy had other ideas.

He leaves another trail of kisses down your breasts, biting the flesh tenderly that spilled over your bra. As much as he was needy, tonight he wanted to make everything about you as well.

“A-Andy what are you doing?” you whimpered as he never ceased his actions.

“Lay back honey, I wanna’ make you feel good. Is that okay?”

God, you wondered if this man knew how sinful he sounded.

He gently laid you down, your legs hanging down on the bed. He tugged your panties with just one of his fingers while he went up littering soft kisses on your thighs and wasted no time in licking your glistening heat.

When he started hearing your low, delicious whimpers, he licked a slow, hard stripe over your folds and then went on to kitten-licking your sensitive bud. He needed you, he needed to hear you more just to assure him that you were here at this moment.

“Mmm Andy,” your hands gripped on to his soft locks when he put both of your legs over his shoulders. He groaned louder over your folds when you pulled his hair harder; the vibrations of his lustful sounds sending tingles right there. His hands gripped you harder, going over your thighs which made you buck your hips shamelessly over his mouth. All of this invited you the feeling of his scruffy beard rubbing raw over your needy sex.

Midway he stopped and rested his cheek on your inner thighs to kiss them lightly, his beard tickling you earning a giggle mixed with a moan.

"Bubba don’t stop, I’m so-" 

He loved it when you moaned out words while he wasted no time in alternating between licking and swirling your clit with his tongue. He felt you shuddering, content that you were being washed over by a wave of pleasure when he grazed his teeth gently over your clit. Your thighs squeezed his head when you came on Andy’s face, gushing shamelessly even though you knew the man between your legs was ready to lick you clean. 

He did all of that with his mouth and nothing else.

But even when you came down from your high, he didn’t stop with his ministrations.

“Andy please-“

“Come on honey. Cum for me one more time please?” he peaked up like a cat, his beard a little wet, an innocent boy asking for permission…again. How could you say no to that face, especially if it was Andy Barber? 

Especially if it was Andy Barber with his beard drenched with your sweet release?

You whimpered a pathetic yes and this time he lowered one of your thighs from his shoulders and pressed thumb over your clit, and began to rub and swirl it mercilessly. You thought he had played enough with your bud when he stopped playing with it. Instead he inserted one of his fingers inside you. He peeked over to look at you to see any sign of discomfort but didn’t find anything; Only your toes curling and your body arching off of the bed.

You heard the sexiest guffaw when you moaned to Andy’s finger slip inside you, hearing a raspy whisper. Still so wet honey. He was quick to ask you if that was okay. Such a gentleman even in bed. 

But poor you could just whimper out another muffled yes. 

Every time he stroked your walls with just his finger, you could only grip on to his hairdo harder and moan louder and louder. Imagine what it would be if it were two thick fingers of Andy Barber inside you?

You realised you had said it out loud when another delicious finger of his slipped inside your walls. 

"Honey you’re so tight fuck.”

He pumped his fingers in and out of your rapidly when he felt your walls clench around his finger. Andy…Andy…oh god Andy. Everytime his name being moaned louder than before. Your body was quivering with need; you needed more and more of him. 

Just before he asked you to let go, his tongue played with your clit for one last time (for the night), letting your body feel the pleasure of a second orgasm.

He crawled on to the bed, hovering over you to see your blissed out state. Seeing you sprawled, spent because of him made him flush with happiness. While you were still revelling in the glory of the orgasm, Andy placed more of his love bites on your neck. 

All mine honey.

He placed a kiss on your forehead after wiping out the strands of hair stuck to your forehead from the sweat, lost in your eyes for a few moments…

He trailed down again now, devoted his attention to your supple breasts, kissing and kitten licking your cute nipples that he missed. Busy leaving a hickey between your valley, he hoarsely grunted when one of your hands grasped his cock. 

Oh Andy was hard, rock hard. He needed to be inside you so badly, but what kind of a man would he be if he didn’t make love to you first.

“Y/N…”

“Lemme take care of ya honey… You’re so hard,” you whimpered. 

“I will baby. Need to make you feel loved.”

That sunk your heart even though every inch of you was submerged in pleasure because of him. You couldn’t’ believe after this, he still felt the need to prove his affection to you. You pulled his face up to yours and kissed his pink lips that just fucked you to oblivion.

“I am bub, you’re here. You’re all I need to feel loved.”

Andy pressed his lips again and slipped in his tongue for an even hungrier kiss. Your hands reached his hair to tug on his soft curls of his hair; then slowly trailed to his back, nails grazing his toned muscles. 

“I want you feel you Andy please-” you whined.

He pushed into you slowly, grunting and breathing heavily on to each other’s faces. Hands intertwined and sweet moans fell out of each other’s lips, Andy soon placing a line of kisses from your ear to the neck when you whimpered in pain.

“Does it hurt honey?”

“Fuck…no. Move Andy…”

Once you got adjusted to his length, he began to thrust hard but in a slow, agonizing pace.

“Mmhm.” 

“I wanna  give you more.”

You felt so enveloped and hot. Andy’s hands were still intertwined with yours; his head tucked your neck while he left horse grunts over your skin. and your legs hiked over his hip and thigh as he increased the pace. He began rocking in and out of you faster.

With every thrust you felt him and he felt you, his home, all you could do his hug him hard and roll your eyes back, while you chanted his name religiously. He tucked his head between your neck, biting and kissing the skin urgently. He loved his name more than ever now.

At that moment everything before was forgotten; broken marriages, lost children, and a fucked-up past. 

It was just you and your Andy professing your love for each other where words couldn’t do justice.

You knew Andy was looking at you when he removed his forehead from yours while he still rocked his hips; the blue tint of his eyes visible even in this light. “I want to be yours, baby.”

More than the throbbing cock that was giving you a sweet pain, Andy’s vulnerability made you slip a tear from your eye and spread warmth all over you. “You are mine bub oh-”

Andy soon hit your sweet spot inside of you making you mumble incoherent profanities. His increasingly loud growls signified he was going to orgasm soon.

“Let go my love-”

Soon it was overwhelming for the two of you, screaming each other’s names loudly as you came over his cock, and then seconds later Andy’s spilling all over inside you.

He made love to you and professed his love to you. Overwhelmingly you let your tears fall only for Andy to calm you with a brush of his lips. He kissed you deeply this time, unlike any of his hungry kisses. 

Bodies still intertwined, Andy rolled over after a while for he loved the feeling of his body over you, his forehead pressed onto yours. With a lovestruck gaze and uneven breathing he whispered how good you were to him.

But you couldn’t help but recall what Andy whispered into your ear as he came. “Andy,” your half-lidded eyes lost in his gaze, so overwhelmed with all the emotions you are at a loss of words, “Am I really your love?“

“Yeah…yeah you are.” Even though more tears sprang from your eyes, Andy knew its intimate nature that even your tears were a way of saying that you were going to be there for him.

“Don’t cry my love,” he still whispered, as if the moment was to be shared by you two alone in this cocoon of entwined limbs and hearts; too scared if he was loud, anyone would snatch this moment from him.

“You know something?”

“What’s that?”

A soft, breathy giggle. “You are my love too.”

A soft, hearty laugh. “That’s fucking fantastic then.”

Before you could rest for the night, Andy and you ran for a quick shower. Tired out by three orgasms by this specimen, he didn’t do anything else but take care of your needs again, cleaning you up under the warm water while his hands roamed all over your favourite scented soap.  

Next thing you know you were dried up and tucked into bed with his grey sweater which you happily wore. You lazily tucked your head into his soft pecs, cuddling into him just to be held. Both passed out, tired even to wish each other a good night.

—

His phone alarm didn’t go off. Or maybe it did, and he just missed it because he just had the best sleep in weeks.

Andy stretched out and felt well rested after a very long time, grinning little by little as he recollected his last night events when he realised why he was naked in the first place. He rolled over to pull you into embrace, but his hands only met an empty side.

Hearing the soft padding of footsteps, he quickly put on his boxers and went underneath the bed again just so he doesn’t scar the child in the house.

Before he could stand to make the bed and find his shirt, you came in with Nikolai right in front of you with a tray filled with delicious smelling breakfast. He found his grey sweater on you. Only his sweater. "Suhpwise Wandi!” Andy felt warm for such a wonderful awakening given by you and your little boy. You even giggled when you saw how Andy took a mini sprint to the bathroom to brush his teeth, cursing his morning breath. (You weren’t even shy to check out how his boxers hugged his peaches.) He came back to the tray placed right in front of him and scooped your son into his arms. “Buddy, mom and you didn’t have to do this you know?” “I know Andy, I wanted to,” your voice still hoarse from the early awakening, “Besides there’s food for us too on this tray, right Niko?” “Pwankakes!” It was a perfect morning indeed. Andy relished the stack of pancakes with a generous amount of maple syrup (not before he quickly took another glance at you and winked at your glorious thighs on display). It seemed that at this moment the three of you were placed in a cheesy family novel: everybody pointing out their forks to feed each other and the only thing they could hear was giggles and mmmhm this is delicious mama. After Nikolai filled the room with the sound his burp, he went running away into the hall. Now you knew what was coming. In one swift motion he pushed the tray to the side and tugged you towards him and adjusted you onto his lap with your back to his. You couldn’t help but giggle when he nuzzled his face into your neck to pepper kisses and blow raspberries that sent tingles all over. “Is this okay my very own sexy thighs?” He asked, wrapping one of his arms around your waist. His morning voice must be worshipped alone. “More than okay Mr. Barber.” He was almost cradling you, sitting on his lap while his hands roamed over your hips and pecking over your sweet spot in the nape of your neck. It was then he noticed the litter of hickeys decorating your neck. He traced them gently with those fingers, every moment vividly coming now to his thoughts. The need you had for each other; the love that you had for each other was finally professed last night.

“No regrets about last night?”

“Oh, I’d be an idiot if I did.” You turned around and kissed him affectionately, hands roaming through his scruffy beard. A few seconds later you pulled away to say something that was all over your mind today morning.

“Last night… was mind blowing Andy.”

“I sense a ‘but’ coming honey.”

“It was more than that bub.” You leaned in closer scared anytime Niko could walk in. “Do you remember?”

“What’s not to forget Y/N?”

“I know I know,” you turned around on his lap, “We were at our most vulnerable last night and you came to me for comfort but still it was you who made love to me, you took care of me when I needed to do that.”

“I know that honey.”

“You also called me your love.”

“I could say the same thing but yeah, that’s ‘cuz you are.”

A statement of obviousness apparently. Andy was waiting for your reply seeing that you were holding on to something but also saw your quivering lips, giving him that puppy eyed look that screamed ‘you meaned every word of it didn’t you?’

“Come on honey, tell me what it is?”

You pushed him back completely towards the headboard and straddled his lap, taking a good minute to straighten your voice and talk to him. “I want to be there for you all the time not only when you’re vulnerable. I want this, I want you Andy Barber. I want these mornings with you. I want those afternoon siestas with you. I w-want those evening picnic time at the lawn with you. I want these vulnerable nights with you. I want a life with you Andy. I might be rambling, but I realised that life is too short for not giving chances-”

He silenced your racing speech with a deep kiss, his face pressed so closely to yours with his palms covering your cheeks, just like you loved it.

“Sweetheart hey. Relax okay? I know how you’re feeling and-”

“I really do love you Andy.”

“I really do love you too honey.”

Not another kiss pressed to your lips but, Andy engulfed you in his favourite bear hug, placing kisses on the crown of your head while you felt your body pressed onto his soft torso. After a while of wholesome hugging, a little grinding over his groin to tease him made him grip your hips tighter; enough pressure to earn a moan from your mouth.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish honey.”

“Who said I wasn’t ‘gonna.”

You began to roll over his clothed boxers faster, earning a grunt and a chuckle from your man and little Niko.

Niko?

“Mommy why you dancing on Andy’s lap?”

Getting caught red-handed did not have you prepared. Pushing Andy off of you even though you were literally sitting on him, made him hit his head harder on the headboard. You heard a loud ow, whereas you somehow in this process, you fell down to the floor hard on your knees.

The scene was so funny but either of you had no time to reach each other because of a hurt head and a bruised knee.

Niko ran to you after this mishappen, giggling all the way till he touched your knee. “Mommy you got a boo-boo. Did I scare you?”

“No bub, but- “

“Niko why did you remove your shirt?”

Andy surely asked that to divert the child’s attention to your naughty antics that took place just a few minutes back. But really now that he asked, you wondered why your boy removed his shirt. Niko convinced that he could remove his shirt since Andy isn’t wearing one right now. The logic of children astounded you.

Now you knew what you had signed up for. Days of trouble and happiness were ahead of you now as you sat on the floor facepalming with a feigned annoyance at your son’s logic. “He is imitating you and now I have to deal with two Andy Barber personalities?” You lifted an eyebrow teasingly at the bigger shirtless man behind you.

Andy joined you on the floor and hugged you, peppering hard, loud kisses on your cheek. You were waiting for Niko to get embarrassed and run away but he joined Andy in attacking your other cheek upon Andy’s kisses. The room was filled with the sound of lips pressing on skin and hearty, wholesome giggles.

“Yes, you do and don’t lie,” he paused between his kisses, “you love it.

—

Days move on with no qualms of insecurities and no shortage of love. Dinner nights are back, and everything seems to be normal you could never be even happier. Except for your little boy.

You should have seen this coming. He returned with a frowned face from his day care with Andy the following week. He noticed Niko’s behaviour on the way back, trying to cheer up the little one with food and toys, but he just didn’t seem to budge. That night he ate so poorly, refused to have his tea parties which was scaring you so deeply. Niko even slept off soon that day in his room; nightmares no longer threatening him.

But Andy didn’t want to take any chances of this situation, so he made Niko sleep with him and you that night. It took an hour worth of convincing each other that this was just a bad day for a three-year-old and it shouldn’t be much of an issue. Kissing each other on the forehead, the three of you went to sleep hoping everything would be fine the next day.

But it didn’t.

You got a call from the day-care, asking you to pick up your son because he was throwing an uncontrollable tantrum.

After handing over the library shift to your assistant and your new intern, you picked up a red eyed Nikolai. His nose was stuffy, appearing to have cried for a long time. You cooed into his ear, making him wrap himself around you like a koala bear and you spoke to the lady in charge.

Turns out at the day-care, the activity scheduled for that day was to draw a family picture. Nikolai was too conflicted and confused as to who to draw and began to cry. They asked you to take care of Niko and send him back to the day-care whenever he felt like returning. Although it was normal for kids to comeback home early due to tantrums like these, you couldn’t help but apologize to the lady in charge.

“No need to apologize sweetie. He is just confused. Talk to him okay? Take your time and send him whenever the little boy feels like.”

Buckling the little boy in his baby seat, you quickly exchanged text messages with Andy and got into the car. It was then Niko spoke up.

“Mama? I miss papa. Does he not wike he anymore?”

And there began the trouble.

How were you going to tell him he was never coming back?

—

Andy did not hesitate to finish his swimming classes early the minute he put down his phone from texting you.

When he reached home, you ran into his arms and told him what Niko had asked of her. You had to tell him, how much more can a three-year-old take in you wondered.

“I don’t know what I am going to tell him Andy. He is too little to understand this shit.”

A reassuring grip on your shoulders, Andy took in charge, “We’ll talk to him okay? There is no more you and me. It’s we. It is us.”

Andy knew this before, you were the first one to tell him that Chad told her over text that the chances of him settling down with his new girlfriend were high and him never coming back were high as well, but that if she ever needed the help his parents were available.

Good riddance Andy thought but quickly smacked his thoughts when he realised the repercussions it would have on Niko. In spite of that strained relationship, he was after all his dad and Andy didn’t need any lecture about the disappearance of a father son bond…

And so, you did with the help of Andy, explain to your son why his dad would never even do weekly visits, why it was going to be a long time. You tried to show the bright side of things how he could still visit his grandparents, but it hardly made his frown disappear. The child’s eyes soon become bloodshot red from hearing this news. Children only know how to hold on to someone and not to let go.

Andy didn’t have to ask you, but he silently understood and took it upon his shoulders to be a new father figure for Niko. After all he always saw Niko as his little son.

Niko stayed at home for a couple of days, both of you alternating your leaves to be with home or even at the same day, distracting him with a long road trip with Andy’s car that he loved. It was the first time he seemed to forget about his dad troubles completely.

The next day Niko and Andy spent the day together, bringing the little kid to work with him. He enjoyed himself at the kiddie pool with a yellow-blue floater. He seemed to enjoy swimming much more than Andy expected.

Later back home by evening after a while, he saw Niko happily drawing while reciting a rhyme he mustve learnt from day-care, but quickly hid the piece of paper when he saw Andy approach him.

“Buddy are you hiding something from me?”

“Yes. No. I was dwawing.” His inability to lie was adorable but that was a lesson to be learnt for another day.

“Ooh I see bubba, but won’t you show me?”

“Will you wike it Wandi?”

He kneeled on the floor where Nikolai was sitting and placed a kiss on his forehead, “Of course buddy. I always do like your drawings.”

He slowly handed over the paper to Andy. He was not expecting this at all.

His artistic skills were on display, a house that completely resembled the house especially the outside wall colour, a car that resembled yours and his black Audi, stick figures with messily scribbled hair that looked like him, you, and Nikolai.

He couldn’t miss the title of the drawing. My Famile.

“Will you be with mommy and me?”

He was not prepared for this drawing; he was definitely not prepared for that question. He picked up the child and placed him on his lap, “I am with you two aren’t I buddy? I always will be. Never going anywhere.”

“B-but can you be my daddy and mommy’s hubba?” Nikolai’s eyes weren’t meeting Andy’s. This kid was back to back asking questions that Andy didn’t expect to be asked about.

“You really want that bub?”

“Yeah, you’re cool and nice and don’t hit mommy,” he whispered with pleading eyes that melted Andy’s heart.

He embraced him. Such a smart boy for his age. But Andy already had his answers prepared beforehand that didn’t need much thinking.

“One day buddy, when mom says yes.”

Epilogue:

This was heaven. The feeling of his broad chest and the bump of his tiny belly on your back, thrusting in and out of your slick heat in a frantic pace. His hand threaded over your locks, gripping them while your moans drowned into the soft pillow covers.

Andy’s slow recovery over his mental health got his hidden sexual drives back and it was nothing but a positive surprise for you.

“Andy!”

The coil in you was going to break and you couldn’t wait to relish the hot spurts of his cum he would spurt over your body (a dirty little ministration that he loved). He leaned in closer to your ear, hoarsely whispering nothing but dirty, filthy words. 

“You like that honey? You gonna cum for me?”

“G-gonna cum daddy.” (Another thing that found its way to the bedroom once Andy showed his kinky side to you.)

“Hold on baby, I’m also close mkay?”

Well, almost.

You never really believed in cockblockers and mood killers until you had a baby with Andy. It was nothing but the cries of your 10-month-old baby reverberating from the baby monitor placed on your side table.

Andy and you were removed from your sinful moment, feeling your love abruptly reducing his thrusts. You whined in annoyance; another orgasm missed this week, thanks to Jacoba.

“How many times has she cockblocked me?”

“Three." 

Andy pulled out of you and placed a kiss on your shoulder blade to go to the sounds of his crying baby, but only to be stopped by you. 

"Let me go-”

“Nuh uh you are not going in front of our baby with your raging boner Mr. Barber.”

Grinning at you, he saw how you swiftly put on his shirt lying on the floor and made up to the baby. The baby monitor came to alive again; the echoes of two distinct cries now.

After a while, when his raging boner died down a bit, he made himself decent and visited the nursery. Five-year-old Niko was more than happy to share his room with his little sister but panics every time he hears his sister cry. You didn’t have to worry about Niko worrying once you saw Andy comforting him.

“All good buddy? She has stopped crying.”

“Yeah papa, just got scared a bit. Her cries woke me up so-.”

“Its okay bub. You go sleep now, it’s just eight.” He tucked him to his bed and patted him to sleep. He went over to you, breast-feeding Jacoba. It was a joint decision, to name your baby after Jacob. It just felt right.

“She is such a needy baby isn’t she, taking my mamma bear from me?”

“Of course, she is Mr. Barber, she is after all a baby. A cute one.” You traced her cheek with your other hand. She had her fathers nose and your eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know Mrs. Barber, babies have their own agenda.” He winked at you right before kissing you on the cheek. “I’m gonna get you some chocolate milkshake once ya done putting her to bed okay?”

You replied with heart eyes, lucky to get this man as your husband.

Andy and Niko proposed to you, with the help of Niko’s drawing of course. But unlike any other conventional proposal, Andy didn’t put you on the spot.

He debated and did this, not because Jacoba was being nurtured inside of you when he popped the question, but because it was something him as well as Niko wanted.

To be a Family 

Niko clapped and screeched when he popped the question while your hormones took over you and you began to tear up. But much to his dismay he dozed off before he could know the outcome.

Completely unromantic, the proposal took turn to a healthy conversation and spoke over the insecurities over the institution of marriage and the obvious failure of your first ones; how the former broke off from a 20 year-old relationship and the latter had an experience that no woman had to go through.

“I want you to think about it okay?”

Andy’s hands were clasped by yours after a minute of silence. “What’s there to think about? The fact that we can have this conversation without blasting off our ugly emotions shows how perfect you are for me Andy.

You went over and sat over his lap, while he gently cupped the swell of your belly. “It’s a yes honey. I wanna be yours too.”

A small marriage ceremony at home; extremely simplistic to anyone’s taste but your neighbours and Niko’s grandparents were extremely supportive. No time for a honeymoon so Niko just went over to his grandparents for a couple of days while you two spent much more intimate, closer moments by chastising every room in the house.

Life for the Barbers went swell.

You remember Andy telling you that once you were in the other side of being in the prosecution stand, one could never go back to the profession of being an attorney. But as he grew with therapy, he realised the love he had for getting justice could never be erased.

It was hard bouncing back because of him having a dark spot on his reputation, but his restricted representation to children cases and his valid argument of “he didn’t actually kill anyone” impressed a few.

He got back on track with his few cases, while he had the time to balance caring for Nikolai and Jacoba.

Then came another news that you weren’t actually expecting. Andy soon gave you the news that his old house was being leased out, and you were just curious as to why it was being done.

“So, what do you think?”

“Why not sell this place?”

“Oh, I don’t know love. Something tells me we’ll need it in the future.”

Now that piqued to your interest even further. “What do you mean?”

Andy shrugged his shoulders in playful innocence, “When the time comes and you know, I save enough, we can merge these plots and make it a big home for our big family in the future?”

“Big family huh?” You couldn’t help but shove his shoulders playfully. Who knew into a year of marriage this sexy, witty hunk was thinking about a big picture?

Andy’s eyes twinkled, “I sense some hesitation Y/N.”

“Well yes?”

Face drooped so quickly that you didn’t know it was possible, “Oh well we can stop with Jacoba perhaps-”

You cut him off with wrapping your hands around his shoulders, his face instantly beaming when you giggled. “Nah bub. You are not going to save. We are. And maybe” you trailed his soft belly, “we don’t have to stop with Jacoba. But we got to do it before you get more than 100 strands of grey hair. I already see them popping up barber.” 

Another embrace of lips over excitement, looking forward to how this road takes you.

Few weeks later, the both of you stand in front of the now empty house.

“So, what next Mr. Barber?”

“We work, we love and cherish every moment Y/N.

“Such a sap you are Barber, who ever knew?” He laughed at that, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and linking your hands with his.

“Let’s go home honey, take me to our home.”

You wanted to laugh at his dramatics, asking you to take him home even if it’s just 20 steps away. But if Andrew Stephen Barber, the love of your life, asks you to take him home, you take him home.

–

a/n: Fin! Thank you all! Love you!

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Traumtänzer (Pt. 6)

Rated T

German Translation:

Nein - No

Und ich bin erschöpft - And I am exhausted

Das Erste - it's a German television/news channel

Part 5

Part 7

When you’d reunited with Sam and James, they were with a blonde woman.

“And who is this?” she had a gun in one hand, and it was giving you anxiety. Mein Gott, but she looked familiar.

“This is Maus, ” James elected to keep your name a secret for now, a gesture for which you were grateful. “ Maus, this is-”

“Sharon Carter,” you breathed. “The people who held me captive, they were afraid of you. An American agent with no leash. They were afraid you’d come set us experiments free,” you raised an eyebrow at her. “I always wanted to meet you.” You sniffed at her, not much for a woman HYDRA was afraid of.

“I hope I live up to your expectations,” she said darkly, the gun in her hand twitching.

“ Tread carefully, we want her on our side,” Helmut whispered in Sokovian when you barked out a harsh laugh at her comment. You paused before replying, thinking over your next words carefully.

“I suppose I’ve only just met you, I can’t make any decisions,” you finally said, not willing to get on her bad side.

“So,” Sharon turned to James and Sam. “You’ve got Zemo, an international fugitive, and a former… what? HYDRA agent?” She looked at you from the side and you narrowed your eyes before nodding. “Alright,” she shook her head. “I have a place in High Town, you should be safe there for a while,” when she turned, you nervously side-eyed Helmut. You didn’t trust her, no matter how starstruck you were. You supposed you were supposed to catch on and start following her, but you didn’t realize that until Helmut placed his gloved hand on the small of your back and gave you a gentle push forward. Your legs were like jelly from teleporting so many people, and you were exhausted.

You found yourself feeling heavier and heavier, leaning more of your weight on Helmut’s arm as you walked. Eyelids heavy, when you got into the car (in the back middle seat because you were the smallest) you leaned your head on Helmut’s shoulder. You were sure Sam, on your other side, was curious about the nature of your relationship with the Baron.

Hell, so am I, you thought to yourself as the car lulled you into relaxing. You wrapped your arms around Helmut’s right one and sighed deeply.

You were hoping none of them would mention your powers in front of Sharon, she was a wild card, but your expectations were too high.

“Have you ever teleported that many people before?” Sam asked from beside you, eyeing up your posture and half-closed eyelids.

“ Nein,” you breathed the word. “ Und ich bin erschöpft,” you figured you had defaulted to the language you were most used to speaking.

“Please, for the love of all that is holy, try to explain in English,” Sam let out a soft chuckle, trying not to scold you.

“She said,” Helmut replied pointedly. “No, and that she is exhausted.” His thumb stroked over your hand and you let your eyes slip shut completely. Sam didn’t say anything else after that but you felt his arm move beside you, so maybe he was nodding in acknowledgement.

It was a short while before the car stopped, and Helmut patted your hand with his own.

“ It’s time to move, schätzchen,” Helmut’s voice rumbled in your ear, and you followed him out of the car, your energy slightly returning to you.

Sharon’s place was suspiciously beautiful.

“Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well,” there was an accusatory tone in Sam’s voice, but you couldn’t help but think that Sharon was doing the best she could under the circumstances.

“Well, at some point I thought if I had to hustle I might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler,” she commented nonchalantly. “You know how much I can get for a real Monet?” You glanced at all of the art as you passed it by. You wanted to be more cultured and care about the fine arts but you’d lived such a bare and scrappy life up until this point, you couldn’t care less. You zoned out a bit until Sharon raised her voice.

“Come on, you guys need to change. I’m hosting clients in an hour,” you were all ushered upstairs where Sam and James changed. Helmut stayed in his luxurious coat and you… Well you weren’t sure what you were all supposed to be doing so you sat down across from James, crossed your legs, and observed.

Sam was disappointed in Sharon, but he also felt extreme guilt for not helping her out. You wondered what their previous working relationship was like. She seemed very straightforward and badass, very powerful. You couldn’t imagine her working with the Avengers. You eyed Helmut as he took a sip of some dark liquor and winked at you from across the room.

You only tuned in when you heard about the ‘new cap.’

“Wait there’s a new one?” You finally interjected.

“Don’t get me started,” James grunted across from you.

“Look I have a television but I only get the BBC and Das Erste . I barely ever get news of Avenging,” you sighed.

“Name’s John Walker,” Sam supplied. “He’s a real prick.”

Prick? You mouthed the word. Was it a colloquialism?

“ He means that Walker is an asshole,” Helmut provided in Sokovian and you nodded sagely. That made sense. Well, it didn’t make sense that the kapitän was an asshole, but it did make sense that you didn’t know the English colloquialism.

You watched back and forth as Sam and Sharon hashed out their issues and… Well, you should have been paying more attention. Helmut asked you to put your shoes back on, apparently you were going to a party downstairs.

The music was booming, the bass was in time with your fluttering heart. You’d never been to a party before. You were supposed to ‘blend in.’ Whatever that meant.

Helmut’s hand was on your lower back again as you wandered into the fray, and in the dark room with the flashing lights he looked breathtaking.

“ You’re very handsome, you know?” You inquired in Sokovian. For once, you were glad for your time in HYDRA as you had no filter and felt no shame saying what you meant to say. Helmut looked down at you, gaze warm and inviting.

“ And you are very beautiful,” he replied in the same tongue. It was so nice being able to speak it again. You said as much to him and a warm smile lit up his face. “ It has been a long time since I could speak Sokovian to anyone, it is such a pleasure to hear you speak.” This time you did blush a bit, but you hoped he didn’t notice as he ushered you further into the swarm of bodies. You’d never been touched by so many people before, some of them just brushing up against you.

You wish the Baron would touch you , your brain supplied and you chided yourself. You were here on a mission, not a conjugal visit. Though he was looking devastatingly handsome and you could imaging those leather gloves gripping your hips, those soft lips on your neck, he would take his gloves off to-

You stopped yourself there. This was not the time to fantasize.

When you took account of your surroundings again, the Baron was dancing in a sort of awkward way, but it endeared him to you even more. The pounding music and the warm touches from all angles were heating you up inside, and you scoped out a dark corner nearby where you’d be shielded from everyone’s view, including James and Sam.

You hooked your fingers into Helmut’s and dragged him over. As you maneuvered your way into the corner and your back hit the wall, you pulled Helmut in, shielding you from view.

“Helmut,” you purred his name and dragged your hand up his arm and to his neck. His pulse was racing just as your own was.

“ What could you have possibly drawn me back here for, little mouse?” He smirked, looking down at your bright eyes through your long curled lashes.

“ I was getting quite overwhelmed,” you admitted softly. “ I was hoping you could… distract me.”

He raised an eyebrow and his smile grew.

“ And how would you like for me to distract you?” His lips were only a hair’s breadth away from your own and it barely took any effort at all to press your lips against his. You’d been waiting to taste him since you’d kissed in the dressing room earlier on.

You slid your other hand into his coat and lay it on his side, feeling the warmth of his body as he cupped your face with one hand, deepening the kiss as you let his tongue slide into your mouth. You assumed that taste was the liquor he’d been drinking before, maybe whiskey? Whatever it was, you were feeling drunk on his taste and you were eager to keep kissing him if it meant you would feel this light and airy.

“ Mein Gott,” he groaned as you pulled him even closer, your bodies pressed against one another’s. His hand reached to cup your breast tenderly, stroking his thumb over your nipple. You were glad you hadn’t worn a bra with this dress, everything felt more intense.

“Helmut,” you breathed his name against his lips when you finally parted, eyes closed and foreheads pressed together.

“ What is it that you want, schatz? I would give you the moon if you asked it of me,” he whispered to you. Everything felt so safe and warm in this little corner of the world. You just wanted to stay within his arms for the rest of the night.

The warmth was broken as Helmut was yanked away from you, and your eyes shot open.

“James!” You hissed angrily, eyes narrowing at the man holding Helmut with his metal arm.

“We found Nagel,” he spat, looking at you with a disappointed look in his eyes. You rolled your eyes at him and sighed.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Masterlist

[nightshade-minho]

Free Rent 5- ‘Level Up’

Changlix + fem!reader

Warnings: nipple play, titfucking, light choking and slapping, double penetration, face fucking, overstimulation, orgasm denial

You sat on the bed, pouting as you watched Felix kill yet another character on the screen.

It was a quiet morning, and most of the boys had gone to their classes. You’d been taking absences for the past few days due to a sudden cold, but you’d recovered quickly thanks to how caring and sweet the boys were, and was almost ready to get back to normal life. You smiled as you remembered the soup Minho had made you with some help from Jisung, the little massages Hyunjin liked giving you, Chan making sure you took all your medicine correctly and Seungmin and Jeongin continuously checking up on how you were feeling, more than happy to bring you water, plushies and anything you needed.

Felix had volunteered to stay home and look after you. However here he was, his eyes trained on the video game he was playing rather than on you.

You whined as he kept jamming buttons, his tongue sticking out as he concentrated. Crawling over, you poked him in the back. He shrugged it off, a quick shake of his head telling you that you were not supposed to disturb him.

You sat back and sighed again. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy video games...you played a lot of those back when you were in high school. (You’d opted to leave your ps4 at home when college rolled around.)

However, the fact that Felix was focusing all his attention on something that wasn’t you was irritating.

For the last few days you’d been endlessly babied and taken care of, so saying that you were needy was an understatement. You’d gotten used to the constant attention.

Suddenly, a devilish idea bloomed in your mind. You hopped off the bed and left the room, an action which Felix didn’t even notice.

You went to your room, shuffling through some boxes in the closet and finding what you were looking for almost immediately- a big pink box with a white ribbon.

It was one of the first gifts that Chan had given you, along with the collar. You hadn’t thought of using it till now, but you felt like the situation called for it. Would Chan be mad if he found out that the first time you used his gift was with Felix and not him? Maybe. You shook your head, and opened it anyway.

The lingerie was white and angel-like...it was perfect for what you wanted to achieve. You quickly changed into it, looking in the mirror.

Even though you’d gotten better, you still looked a little tired. So you put some makeup on, hoping that you’d look more alive. Fluffing up your hair, you were finally satisfied.

With a grin, you made your way back to Felix’s room. When you opened the door, he looked up a little before his eyes went back to his videogame. Then his eyes shot back to you, widening as his brain finally processed what you were wearing. He pressed the pause button.

“What...what are you wearing?”

“Oh, just a little gift from Chan. You like?”

Felix swallowed. “Seriously? Why’d you change into that now?”

You wanted to smack your forehead. You sidled closer to Felix, a finger tracing a line down his arm. “You were focusing all your attention on the game and ignoring me.” You said with a pout, giving him puppy eyes. He chuckled darkly.

“So that’s it? You wanted some attention?”

“I...well, when you put it like that...”

He shook his head. “You’re a little bratty slut. Now that you have my attention, what do you want?”

“I was just...hoping to spend time with you, really.”

Felix raised an eyebrow.

“Fine! I want to be touched. Wanna feel good.” You mumbled, wringing your hands.

Felix rolled his eyes. “Tell you what. If you pass this level, I’ll think about giving what you want, okay angel?” He handed the controller to you, an evil glint in his eyes.

You almost wanted to laugh. That was super easy. You had years of experience when it came to video games, although you were a little rusty. That orgasm was as good as yours. You cracked your knuckles and took it from him, your eyes scanning the screen.

It was a combat-based rpg game, and you were pretty good at those. Right now, it was in the middle of a fight scene. The little video game character was fighting a huge mechanic dinosaur onscreen. It looked intimidating, but you were pretty sure it would be a piece of cake.

You unpaused the game, concentrating as hard as you could, trying different moves and landing a lot of damage on the robotic dinosaur. You were pretty confident, surprised at how well you were doing. But then, you felt Felix press himself to your side.

He put an arm around you, his fingers closing around your breast as his other hand ran up your thigh, slightly spreading your legs apart.

“W-Felix, no! I’m-“

You tried to focus on the screen in front of you, but Felix’s fingers had now migrated to your clit. You let out a moan as you closed your eyes for a moment, shooting them open when you heard a loud noise. Your character was really struggling on screen. Determined, you focused your attention back on the game, but it was clearly a losing battle. Felix pulled your right boob out of the bra, the cold air tightening your nipple. His other hand pulled your panties to the side, his fingers running over your glistening folds.

When he pushed his fingers in, you knew there was no point in trying anymore. You let go of the controller, whining as he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy at a fast pace.

Felix suddenly ripped his digits out of your pussy. Fascinated, he held his fingers up to you, stretching them apart and showing you how wet you were, strings of your arousal clinging to his fingers.

“You lost, angel. Now what?”

You rolled your eyes, climbing on to Felix’s lap and grinding a little. His hand came to rest on your hip, but he looked angry.

“You’re very bold today.”

You smirked as you leaned in to kiss his neck, but you gasped as Felix’s fingers went around your throat, pulling you away so that you were facing him.

“You fucking brat. You don’t listen, do you? I bet you wouldn’t pull these stunts with any of the others.” He gritted his teeth, flipping you around so that you were now under him. He pulled your other breast out of the bra too, giving you kitten licks on your nipple. He sucked your little bud in his mouth, the lewd sounds making you wetter as he kept eye contact through it all, slobbering all over your boobs, messily sucking and biting, leaving pink bruises all over you.

“Mm...I love these tits.” He said, with your nipple between his teeth.

He sat back up, ridding himself of his sweatpants and then his boxers.

“You think I’ll go easy on you? No, baby. You’ve got me wrong, I’m afraid.”

He crawled back on the bed, watching as you stared up at him. “Now, imagine if you’d tried this with Minho...or god forbid, Chan. What would they do to you?”

You didn’t say anything, but he lightly slapped your cheek and raised an eyebrow.

“I...I’d get punished.” You squeaked out. A smile broke across his face. “That’s right.”

“Now, since I’m just a little better than them, I’ll let you choose your punishment. What would you like?”

His hand had gone to your covered pussy again, rubbing your clit persistently.

You stayed silent, not knowing how to respond. Your breath was getting shaky.

“Nothing to say? Alright, I’ll take matters into my own hands, then.”

His hand drew back, and you whined at the loss of contact. “Please, Felix, touch me!”

He grinned. “I don’t know if you deserve to cum. I know I’d like to, though.”

He took his cock in his hand, pumping it a few times as he pressed it to your covered pussy. He moved aside your underwear and nudged the head of his cock between your folds, staying in that position for a few moments. His eyes found yours, daring you to complain.

He hummed, crawling over you until he had both knees on either side of your torso.

He unhooked your bra, throwing it off the bed before his finger started playing with one of your nipples.

“When you first came in here, I immediately noticed how cute your boobs are. I mean sure, your face is adorable too, but these?”

He pinched your nipple for emphasis. “These are heavenly.”

Felix put his finger in his mouth to wet it, going back to playing with your bud as he winked. “I could tell you weren’t wearing a bra under that sweater. Could clearly see your pretty little nipples poking through it. Drove me crazy.”

His hand went back to stroking his cock as he laid it between your boobs. Then, pushing them together, he slid his cock in and out of your cleavage, letting out a broken moan as he did so.

His thumbs stroked your nipple as he held them together. He felt himself grow harder at the visual of the tip of his cock poking out from between your cleavage each time he thrusted.

“F...Felix...”

He cocked his head to the side. “Mm? What is it, slut?”

You pressed your thighs together at an attempt to relieve the ache in your pussy. You wanted to be touched so badly. However, you knew that if you disobeyed him, he’d be angry and wouldn’t let you cum at all. No, you needed to be obedient, and please him.

So each time his cock thrusted up, you poked your tongue out, licking his dick. He moaned louder, eyes widening.

“What a good girl! Hmm, maybe you deserve an orgasm after all.”

You perked up at that, and he chuckled. “I haven’t confirmed it yet. I’m still thinking about it, so you better keep being obedient.”

He shakily groaned, bucking faster as he chased his high. In a few more thrusts, he pulled out, stroking his length as he came all over your chest.

“Mm. So pretty like this.” His finger rubbing his cum into your nipple.

He moved off you, and you could breathe better as you sat up, gazing up at him hopefully. “Hmm...I’m still thinking about giving you what you want. Regardless...I know you have a box of sex toys. Why don’t you run upstairs and get it for me? I’d like to try some of them out on you.”

You paused for a moment.

“Go on.”

Sighing you got up, leaving the room and making your way to the staircase. However, you were completely parched. Needing a glass of water, you decided to make your way to the kitchen.

When you opened the door, you hadn’t expected to see Changbin in front of the fridge, a peach soda in his hands. He turned around slowly, jaw dropping as he saw you standing there in your panties, your breasts dripping cum.

You spoke before he could. “I thought you had a class?”

He took a sip from the bottle in his hand before setting it down on the counter.

“I did.”

He didn’t say anything else, coming over to you and looking you in the eye with an eyebrow raised.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sick? Why are you walking around the house naked, pray tell?”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Uh, I’m feeling better now.”

“I’ll say. That’s Felix’s?” He pointed to your chest, and you nodded sheepishly.

“Hmm. Well, I’ll let you get back to what you were doing. Go.”

You hesitated.

Changbin frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I...he isn’t letting me cum. Would you help me out, please.”

He paused for a moment, before chuckling darkly as he looked away from you. “Well, you obviously did something to deserve that. Now go, get your punishment.”

You stayed put, looking at him imploringly as you bit your lip, trying to look as cute and innocent as possible. Which was difficult, considering the fact that you were almost naked.

Changbin sighed as he stepped closer. He put his hands on the back of your thighs, carrying you and placing you on the counter.

He spread your legs apart, looking you in the eyes as he pulled your underwear down, placing it on the counter beside you as his eyes took in your glistening cunt.

“Wow. You weren’t lying when you said that he wasn’t letting you cum.”

You whimpered, throwing your hands around his neck. “Please Binnie, I want to cum so badly. Would you touch me?”

A dark look passed over his features. “We’ve all been taking care of you over the past few days since you were sick. That doesn’t give you the right to be a brat though, y/n.”

“Binnie.” He scoffed. His fingers poked at your clit and you let out a squeal.

“Hmm...you really need to be put in your place. I think Felix might need some help to execute the required punishment.”

You were secretly delighted with how things were playing out. Changbin liked overstimulating you, and at this point, you would even take that over not having an orgasm at all. Changbin threw you over his shoulder, spanking your ass as he took you back to Felix’s room.

Felix looked up, frowning when he saw Changbin.

“What’re you doing here, hyung?”

He set you down on the bed, stepping back to undress as he replied. “Just helping you out, don’t worry.”

Felix shrugged, turning his attention back to you. “Where’s the box?” You shook your head and he laughed. “It’s alright, I can see you got sidetracked. However at this point, I don’t think we need toys anyway.”

He pulled you up and put you on his lap, your back facing him. Turning your head to the side, he pressed his lips to yours, moaning as the two of you made out feverishly, your hands gripping his thighs.

Changbin, finally naked, climbed onto the bed and looked over you, a menacing look in his eyes. He held his length in his hands, languidly stroking as he looked you over. You were sitting on Felix in such a way that his dick was rubbing up against your clit, peeking out from between your thighs.

Felix’s grip on you was firm, preventing you from grinding your clit onto his erection. He kissed your shoulder as Changbin moved forward, pressing the head of his cock between your lips, sliding in as you choked with the suddenness of it all, your nails digging into Felix’s thighs.

Changbin was always rough with his face fucking. He liked it best when you were a drooling mess, tears rolling out of your eyes as he slammed into your throat over and over again. He didn’t let you breathe, going faster as Felix thrusted up slightly, his length rubbing against your vulva and causing you to whimper around Changbin’s cock.

Felix held your right boob, stroking your nipple as Changbin groped your left one, still pumping his cock into your mouth. Felix pinched your bud hard until you cried out, the sensitivity making you feel dizzy.

He proceeded to slowly stroke around it again, his mouth now sucking on the sweet spot on your neck.

Changbin finally pulled out of your mouth, his eyes travelling to your pussy.

“Felix, put it in.”

Felix looked up at him for a second, wondering if he should exert his dominance, but he didn’t care. At this point, he was aching to be inside your pussy.

Felix lifted you up slightly, moving you forward and lining your slit with his cock. He pulled you down onto him, stuffing your pussy full.

Changbin grinned. “Now, this is probably gonna be a tight fit, but if Minho and Chan can stuff both their cocks into this tiny hole, I bet we can too.”

He looked down at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pressing his manhood against your clit, rubbing it a few times before shoving his cock in beside Felix’s. You screamed loudly, nails gripping Felix so hard that you were pretty sure he’d be bleeding a little by the time this was over. Felix’s hand snaked around your throat as Changbin finally got his entire length inside you. You panted heavily as you adjusted.

The two of them began moving after a while, once your breathing returned to normal. They fucked your pussy relentlessly, their hands wandering all over your body as you whimpered incessantly, so wet that the boys’ thighs were soaked with your arousal.

“Look how wet you are...fuck, you’re enjoying this a lot, aren’t you? Little cockslut.”

The two of them went slower for all of five seconds before they were slamming into you again. You started garbling incoherently as you felt your orgasm wash over you too quickly, setting all your nerves on your fire as you moaned shrilly.

The two of them didn’t let up on your sensitive pussy, rubbing against your g-spot and overstimulating you. You wanted to push them away, but you couldn’t deny that the pain felt so fucking good. You relaxed, lying like a rag doll as they pounded into you, their thrusts getting sloppier as they neared their highs.

Felix came first, spurting his cum up your pussy. The sensation caused Changbin to shudder, finally releasing his load as well, painting your walls white as he collapsed on top of you, panting.

He got off you after a minute, pulling out slowly. Felix slowly lifted you up, flipping you around on the bed and pulling out of you as well. The two men groaned as they watched their cum streaming out of you endlessly, pooling onto the sheets in a small puddle. Changbin got up and searched for his clothes that were strewn all over the room as Felix used his finger to rub his juices all over your vulva. A finger slipped past your entrance. He pumped a few times, marveling at the squelching, pornographic sounds your cum-stuffed pussy was producing.

Changbin sat on the edge of the bed, now fully clothed.

“Do you think we should have just let her rest? She was sick, after all.”

Felix scoffed. “Really, hyung? You’re usually the one who doesn’t go easy on people. Y/n was bratting it up, she asked for it.”

You were feeling too exhausted to reply, but you sat up on your elbows, making eye contact with Changbin.

“It’s alright...I’m fine! Any ounce of sickness is completely gone.”

Changbin pressed a palm to your forehead, nodding in satisfaction when he felt that your temperature was normal enough.

“I still have a feeling that Chan would kill us if he found out we fucked her right after she recovered.”

Felix pursed his lips. “We have a safe word for a reason, don’t we?” You nodded in agreement as Felix got off the bed to go to your room, presumably to get some clothes for you.

“Better to be safe than sorry.” Changbin pulled the duvet over your curled up body, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he looked at you affectionately. Felix soon returned, with clean underwear and an oversized sweater that definitely wasn’t yours. He handed them to you, before finding his underwear on the floor.

He got under the covers with you as Changbin contemplated for a second before deciding to settle in beside you as well.

Felix spooned you, his hand holding your boob and squishing it from time to time, giggling against your neck.

“Hey, these aren’t stress toys, you know?” You said, smiling. Felix pressed a soft kiss to your neck as his hands went back around your waist.

“They sure do relieve a lot of stress for me, though.” You giggled as you looked back at Changbin, who pinched your cheek.

“Go to sleep, y/n. Good night.”

“You mean afternoon, dummy.”

“Whatever.” He mumbled, a smile peeking out. You rested your head on his chest and felt your eyes droop with drowsiness as Felix stroked your hair.

As you drifted off to sleep, you heard the faint sounds of the front door opening, and then footsteps.

“WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE PANTIES ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER!?”

[teamddixon]

A New Normal - Part 5

ASummary: Set in the future of the TWD timeline, this   story  follows Daryl, Y/N and her brother through their journey in the   world  of the undead. It wasn’t like Daryl to let people in to his heart    easily, but it was Y/N’s smiles that had captured him completely, and    before he knew it, there wasn’t a scenario Daryl could think of about    his future that didn’t have Y/N in it.

A/N: Woah, sorry for the long wait for part 5! It’s a super short one as compared to the previous parts. Work had been cwayyyyzeeee lately and I fell sick haha. :/ But glad to be back and writing again! Please enjoy part 5, even though it’s really short. :( As usual, comments and feedback are really appreciated! Photo is not mine, but all mistakes in this one are mine.

Y/N woke up the next morning to the dying embers from the fire. Sunlight was now creeping in through the cracks of the cabin, the warmth hitting her face. She rubbed her eyes lazily and took a moment to orientate her surroundings. Her boots were tossed near the fire, and her underwear, bra and jeans laid next to it. Memories from the night before quickly came rushing back to her and Y/N felt her face burned. She looked down and noticed that she was wearing one of Daryl’s shirts. His shirt was at least three to four sizes bigger than her, and it was long enough to cover her bottoms. She don’t remember putting it on, but figured that Daryl must have slipped them on her while she was asleep. Y/N held on to the hem of the sleeves and brought it close to her face and smiled. She could smell Daryl’s scent, and a light hint of menthol from his cigarettes. Just his scent alone brought comfort to her.

Daryl was nowhere around, so Y/N picked up her underwear and jeans from the floor and put them on. She hadn’t bothered with her bra as Daryl’s shirt covered her well. She felt close to Daryl, and wanted to leave his shirt on. Stuffing her bra into her bag and putting her boots back on, she ventured out of the cabin to look for Daryl. She didn’t have to look too far as Daryl was standing near the side of the cabin, his crossbow raised and pointed at a lone walker. He took down the walker effortlessly before noticing Y/N looking at him.

Daryl’s heart skipped a beat when he looked up from his side and saw Y/N standing there wearing his shirt and looking at him. He almost forgot what he was doing as his fingers fumbled around the arrow he was trying to retrieve from the walker’s head. He heard Y/N approaching him and the next thing he knew, Y/N had wrapped her hand firmly around his and pulled out the arrow. “Thanks.” Daryl muttered awkwardly, not trusting his own voice. He looked up and their eyes met, his face turning red immediately. Seeing Y/N with his shirt on did strange things to Daryl’s heart. He couldn’t explain in words what he was feeling, except that he felt an urge to grab Y/N and keep her close to him forever. He had never envisioned a domestic life before this, but meeting Y/N and being intimate with her changed all that. He wanted that domestic life he never thought he would want. He wants to wake up next to Y/N every morning, kiss her on her lips, prepare breakfast for her, cuddle with her on the sofa with a movie. He wanted all that. He wanted to have a normal life with Y/N.

“I, erm, I hope you don’t mind me keeping your shirt on?” Y/N’s voice brought Daryl back. Suddenly extremely aware of how awkward her hands were dangling by her side, Y/N began playing with the hem of his shirt so her hands could have something to do. “Nah, of course I dunmind. It suits ya better than it does me.” Daryl chewed on the insides of his lips, his face still flushed, but he was smiling. Y/N smiled back at him.

“I’m hungry.” Y/N said casually as they walked back to the cabin. Instinctively, Daryl took out a bag from his backpack and handed it to Y/N. “Eat up. We got a long way ta go t’day.” He instructed. Y/N looked into the bag and saw a piece of leftover squirrel meat from the night before. Daryl had especially saved it for Y/N, which meant he hardly ate much for dinner. Y/N smiled at Daryl. She couldn’t fathom just how lucky she was to have met Daryl. Y/N never thought it was possible, with the world what it was, but she was wrong. To Y/N, apart from Andrew, Daryl was the one and only good thing in this world. And she had found him.  

“Let’s share.” Y/N said as she tore the meat into two and handing the bigger piece to Daryl.

“M okay. Ya have it.” Daryl shrugged.

“Come on. Now who’s going to take care of me when you pass out from hunger, huh?” Y/N teased, her hand extended again and pushing the squirrel into Daryl’s hand. With more insisting from Y/N, Daryl finally took the squirrel from her.

“Cheers!” Y/N laughed as she smacked her share of the squirrel against Daryl’s before popping it into her mouth. Daryl smiled and did the same.

Daryl and Y/N spent a nice and peaceful morning sitting at the front gate of the cabin. The skies were extremely cloudy, and the air was beginning to feel dry. After their light breakfast, they packed up all their belongings and got ready to leave the cabin behind. They wanted to cover as much distance as possible for the day. Y/N was a few steps in front of Daryl at the gate, when she felt a sudden sharp jolt coursing through her body from the ground. For a moment she thought her head was spinning. She had dizzy spells often throughout her life, but this felt different. Y/N struggled to stand straight and her vision continued to spin. She looked behind her at Daryl and saw that his face had turned white. He too was holding on to the walls of the cabin, struggling to stand upright.

“It’s an earthquake!” Daryl shouted as he reached his hand out to grab on to Y/N. The ground was shaking more vigorously now and within a matter of seconds, Y/N was thrown off balance and she fell outside of the cabin, further away from Daryl. Y/N felt the wind knocked out of her as she hit the ground on her back. Despite hurting from her fall, she wasted no time and quickly fought to regain her footing to get to Daryl. But as she did, she saw the cabin collapsed in front of her like the crumbs from an apple pie. The rumble from the ground that had caused Y/N to fall had also caused Daryl to lose his footing before he could get out of the cabin. He was now trapped underneath the remnants of the cabin.

Panicking, Y/N half ran and half crawled on her hands and feet to get to the cabin. It was a relatively huge cabin, and all that greeted Y/N was a pile of rubble. She choked on the dust as she frantically removed the wood pieces by pieces, hoping to see Daryl’s face with every piece that she removed. The ground had finally calmed down by then, but it was still difficult for Y/N to manoeuvre the rubble. They were big and heavy and the wood pieces were broken, with exposed splinters. It didn’t stop Y/N from digging though. She knew Daryl had to be somewhere in there, and she had to find him.

[nissanmaxima]

Split Personalities

(Y/N) lifted her head from her laptop to the sound of her door unlocking and opening. Coming from the other side was her lover, Levi Ackerman, with a brown satchel over his chest that he didn't leave with this morning. Placing her laptop down, she walked up to him while he was taking off his shoes and hugged him. Leaning in for a kiss, she baited him and yanked the satchel off of him

"What's this?"

Opening the satchel, a giant crystal was in her hands once she brought it out. Her eyes shined in the reflection of said jewel. Levi snarled and snatched the crystal away, being careful not to drop it,

"Careful, moron."

"Well what is it, asshole?"

"I haven't figured that out yet. Hanje couldn't examine it 'cause she's going to go fuck her boyfriend's brains out."

"Jesus Levi..."

"What?"

"Your language!"

"And?"

"Watch your tone."

"Wait what?"

"Don't get all worked up."

"I'm... Not worked up."

"Oh it's hard to tell with your delivery sometimes, babe."

"Tch, whatever.  Just don't touch that. I have to go clean up."

"Yeah yeah, I'll cook dinner."

Placing the crystal back in the satchel, Levi left it on the table near the door and walked to go get ready for dinner, leaving (Y/N) to control her curiosity.

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While cooking she stared at the satchel, almost letting the food burn. She heard a voice for the back of the apartment,

"Oi! I smell burnt potatoes!"

"Boy hush! I swear they're not burned!"

Soon the food was done and ready to serve. Levi came in with semi casual clothes and damp hair, waiting for his significant other to stop being extra. She lifted the cloche and spoke with enthusiasm,

"And now! For today's dinner, I have butter-poached lobster with sautéed potatoes and asparagus!"

"Holy shit that actually sounds good."

"Why'd you say it like that?"

"Like what?"

"So boring like... I slaved over that food..."

Levi sighed and sat down, getting ready to eat while his girlfriend tried to hide her tears while she ate with him.

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Cleaning the dishes, (Y/N) took glances at the satchel minding it's business. She let her mind wander while washing,

'I wonder what that thing does?'

'I wonder how much I could get for selling it?'

'Oh but Levi told me not to touch it...'

'Who the fuck cares about what Levi thinks?'

'I do, I'm his woman after all...'

'You wanna know what else you are to him?'

Her personalities clashed as she stared at the satchel now, having completely forgotten about the dishes and the rest of the kitchen being cleaned. She stayed quiet and listened to her personalities clash before exhaling and walking up to the table the satchel was resting on. Picking up the satchel and taking out the giant crystal, she admired it before,

"I told you not to touch it-"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST LEVI YOU CAN'T DO THAT! I ALMOST SWUNG OFF YOU,"

"NO DON'T DROP THE CRYSTA-"

Too late. The giant crystal slipped from her hands and it fell to the floor, making it shatter. (Y/N) covered her mouth to hide a whimper. Levi snarled and went down to pick up a shard. But once he touched a sharp, in a flash, he was sucked into a sharp and was spit back out. (Y/N) uncovered her mouth but nothing came out. She noticed there were 6 of Levi but they were wearing different colored cravats. One looked angry, one looked bored, one looked... Aroused... One looked around with disgust, one looked extremely tired, and the last one looked invested in the remains of the crystal.

The one who looked angry had a red cravat and screamed at her,

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH THE DAMN CRYSTAL BUT WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"BOY DON'T GET LOUD WITH ME I PAY HALF THE BILLS HERE-"

"WHAT DOES THAT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE PROBLEM?!"

"LOWER THE TONE OR WE'LL BOTH BE FIST FIGHTING AT 10 O'CLOCK AT NIGHT-"

The bored looking Levi had a green cravat and was still looking around,

"This place is lame, there's no explosions, no guns or anything fun related..."

(Y/N) pushed red Levi to the side and answered back to Green,

"Weren't you the one who wanted this place to be 'habitable'?"

"Psh, not me, that one does-"

Green pointed to the Levi who had a grey cravat with a disgusted look on his face. (Y/N) walked up to him,

"And who're you supposed to be?"

"Everything has to be clean. This place is filthy-"

Walking past her, he walked into the semi-cleaned kitchen and began cleaning,

"Okay? That was rude..."

Another Levi wearing a faded purple came up behind her and purred in her ear,

"Would you like to know who I am?"

Before she could answer, he nibbled at her neck and pulled her closer to his body and she could feel something poking her rear. She struggled in his hold before he ultimately let her go. She looked at the other 2 Levi's standing there and completely gave up,

"Lemme guess. You're his intelligence and you're his... bluntness?"

"Fuckin' right,"

The orange cravat shined with this one,

"That is correct."

A bright yellow cravat glowed when this one spoke,

(Y/N) sighed and walked into their shared bedroom and closed the door,

"The fucking crystal split him into the main parts of his personality..."

She ran to a desk and grabbed a pencil as well as some paper. Remembering each cravat color so she could match it with each personality she engaged with,

Red = Anger/Rage

Green = Bravery/Activeness

Grey = Clean Freak

Purple = Horniness/Passion

Orange = Bluntness/Rudeness

Yellow = Intelligence

Folding the paper and putting it into her bra, she inhaled and exhaled for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight before leaving the bedroom The first thing that she noticed was the strong smell of bleach and pine sol with a faint... Ajax? She groaned and continued on, looking for Yellow, he seems to be the more analytical and intelligent one. She walked past a workout room and saw Red basically destroying a punching bag before going to a treadmill, putting it on the highest setting, she heard him snarl as he started on the highest level.

Sneaking past, she exhaled a breath she didn't even know she was holding, being thankful Red never heard her. Heading for the kitchen, she noticed a door was closed and walked up to it. Placing her ear on the door, she heard soft moans and her face burned coming from her blush. Obviously Purple was in there handling himself, she thought. Running along, she finally got to the kitchen and saw Yellow still inspecting the shard that was broken. She approached him cautiously,

"Did you find anything?"

"No. And it'd be wise to not sneak up on someone when dealing with something this fragile. I would ask Hanji for help, but I do believe she stated she's... 'Preoccupied' now, yes?"

"Uhh yeah that's right..."

"Now I know I'm intelligence, but don't think I know for sure what would happen if we so happen to touch the shards again."

"Let's try it-"

Grabbing a shard she screamed at the top of her lungs-

"FIRE!"

Green came out of nowhere and panted like a beast,

"WHERE'S THE FIRE?!"

"Here-"

Poking the point of the shard into the side of Green, a bright green light shined and he was sucked into the shard, making it emit a dark green color. (Y/N) looked at yellow,

"Yeah I think it works-"

"See if you can gather the rest of them. They won't listen to me if I tried to. You know how people treat nerds. Plus if I touch it, I'll get sucked into a shard,"

(Y/N) nodded and went around the house to look for the rest of the Levi's.

———————————————————————- Walking down the hall inspecting the different rooms in their shared apartment, she peeked through each one until she found the same Levi still in the training room going at it on the punching bag again. She stepped away from the room and did something she constantly does already.

Make herself angry.

'Yo who the fuck this white man think he is?'

'Right? He talks like he pays bills!'

'I pay 5 cents more therefore I pay more'

'Talm' bout' "you always fussin' every 5 seconds" now it's every 2 seconds'

She took a deep breath and ran in guns blazing, not caring what happened-

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

He screamed back,

"WHO'RE YOU YELLING AT?"

"YOU. LEVI FUCKING ACKERMAN."

"DON'T SAY MY NAME LIKE THAT!"

"I CAN SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANNA SAY."

"COME AT ME-"

With the shard in her right hand, she raised her hand to slap him with her left hand, making him catching it with a stupid smirk on his face,

"Missed."

She innocently smiled back,

"Did I?"

She threw the shard and it poked him in the eye, making him let go of her hand. She watched him get sucked into the shard. The shard shined a powerful red as she picked it up and placed it in her pocket.

2 down, 4 to go. ———————————————————————- The apartment was eerily quiet, so quiet she could hear footsteps. Following them, (Y/N) stumbled upon Purple in the bathroom making kissy faces in the mirror. The face you make when someone says something stupid appeared on your face. Purple realized you were behind him in the mirror and turned to face you,

"Hello love!"

"Hey..."

"Babe, I just wanna say, I really appreciate you cooking dinner for you and I and I do appreciate you. It's just really hard cause y'know... My past..."

Her heart melted hearing his words and Purple could tell. He hugged her, his hands on her lower back. She felt his... 'rolling pin' poking her and she sighed.

"Come on, (Y/N), let me make it up to you..."

"Mmm... Okay..."

He lead her towards their bedroom and locked the door once they entered. Leading her to the bed, he made her feel... 'protected'. Like there was nothing that could get in between them to hurt them. Once on the bed, he kissed her while his hands warmed her sides, warming her. She slowly melted away and let go of everything...

The anger...

The tension...

The sadness...

The shard-

(Y/N)'s eyes shot open and pushed Purple off of her, making him land on the floor. Grabbing the shard out of her pocket, she chucked it at him and he caught it, making a bright purple light as he was sucked in the shard. The shard emitted a beautiful passionate purple. (Y/N), exhausted this point, sighed and spoke aloud,

"Well, at least you care..."

3 down, 3 to go.

———————————————————————-

(Y/N) wandered the house until she found herself back into the kitchen where she was bombarded with the strong scent of cleaning liquids. Bleach, Pinesol, Fabuloso, etc. It was all just swirling together. Covering her nose she walked farther into the kitchen where she could see Grey cleaning the walls of the kitchen without breaking a sweat.

She groaned and took out a shard. Walking up to him from behind, she poked the shard into his back, sucking him into it and emitting a grey color.

"Damn house is a toxic gas at this point..."

4 down, 2 to g-

"Just fucking put me in the fucking shard already."

(Y/N) turned around to find Orange and Yellow just standing next to each other-

"Uhh... Okay?"

Taking the last 2 shards out of her pocket, she tossed them to the two colors and watched as they were sucked into the shard and their shards emitted both bright yellow in one and a bright orange in the other.

The shard from her pocket started to glow as well. Taking them out, she ran to the other two and placed them in the center of the room and watched as the shards came together in a bright flash, making (Y/N) cover her eyes.

When she opened them again, she saw her Levi had returned. She ran to him and hugged him tightly, tears flowing from them,

"What happened?"

"Nothing! I'm just glad your back..."

"Oh... Okay?"

"Just know that I know it's difficult for you to show emotion but I do know you mean well for me okay?"

Levi hugged her back even tighter. Not knowing what exactly happened, he assumed for the worst but never pressed her. They just sat in silence as they hugged each other. ————————————————————————

[horansqueen]

Stuck With You - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Me And My Broken Heart

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All I need is a little love in my life All I need is a little love in the dark A little but I'm hoping it might kick start Me and my broken heart I need a little loving tonight Hold me so I'm not falling apart A little but I'm hoping it might kick start Me and my broken heart

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                                            I watched Niall leave quickly and my heart sank in my chest. I didn't even know he was looking at us and I suddenly felt like shit. It's not that I cared much about Noah, and I had no intention to do anything with him, but he was talking to me and somehow, I felt like I needed more friends. It was rough these days between Niall and I, and I was not sure how to handle the situation. Lewis and Daxia were always together and didn't have much time to spend with a loser like me. As for Louis, I felt like he was hiding something from me. He was busy most nights and I thought maybe he had a new girlfriend and didn't want to tell me yet, either because he didn't want to jinx it, or because he thought I was too deep into my own pain.

I stared at the hall when Niall disappeared and blinked a few times, only getting back to reality when someone put their hand on my shoulder. I looked up at Noah who had his eyebrows raised as he bent down slightly closer to me.

"Are you alright?"

It took me a few seconds but I moved my gaze to meet his and sent him a small and sad smile. "Yea, I'm okay."

"Maybe you should check on him." he proposed, making me frown. I was not expecting him to be caring that way and he let out a chuckle. "Mandy told me you were both in love or something intense like that. I wasn't sure how true it was but I see it now. It's in your eyes." he added, in a lower tone, bending down more.

I was not going to admit to him that I was, in fact, totally in love with Niall. If I ever would admit that to someone, it would be to myself, first, and then to Niall, but the more I thought about it, the scarier it was getting. I couldn't admit it to anyone, the result was way too unpredictable.

"Thank you." I just replied, placing my hand on Noah's chest and sending him a small smile before quickly leaving without looking back.

I could feel my heart race in my chest and echo all over my body and I inhaled deeply before pushing on the door. I held my breath, hoping he was alone since I was clearly not supposed to get there, and the first thing that came to my mind was that it was probably the first time I walked into the men's loo of a bar. The neon lights were glitching and I was not sure about the neatness of the place but I immediately stopped thinking about it when I saw Niall, leaning against the counter, his head down. I stared at him, motionless for a few seconds, and when I whispered his name, I expected him to jump. Instead, he remained leaned on the counter, holding himself with his hands, and shook his head slightly.

"What are you doing here, Devie?"

"I just... I wanted to check on you."

"I'm fine." he replied rudely, closing his eyes again.

I took a step closer and licked my lips nervously, tilting my head. "You don't seem fine."

"No, Devon, stop!" he let out louder, hitting the counter and turning swiftly to face me. "What do you want? Why the fuck are you here?"

"I told you, I miss you!" I replied with a frown, shaking my head.

"You miss me? Is that the best you can do?"

He was mad and somehow, I understood why, but it was getting to me in a way I couldn't explain. Probably because of how tipsy I was, but also because I was mad at myself for not being able to just open up to him.

"I do Niall! I miss you!" I let out louder to match his tone. "I miss spending time with you, watching movies with you, laughing with you! I miss you all the fucking time, I miss you so much it hurts!"

"No, no, Devon, you don't miss all that!"

"Don't tell me how I feel!" I argued, taking an other step closer to him as his eyes roamed up and down on me quickly.

"Oh because you know how you feel?" he asked sarcastically before letting out a scoff. "That would be new!"

"I know I fucking miss you!"

I started tearing up and when he moved a bit, I noticed his eyes glistening with the light, telling me he was near tears too. I couldn't believe how bad we hurt each other and although I knew we were susceptible to destroy each other, there was no way I wanted to leave.

My lips parted as I was waiting for his answer but he just laughed meanly and shook his head before grabbing my waist and pushing me against the wall. I thought it would hurt me but he had done it so skillfully that when his lips found mine, I held my breath and my eyes fluttered close. It felt like I had been waiting for this for years. The way his mouth pressed avidly against mine felt like drinking cold water after a long run. There was nothing else that could make me feel like that and my whole body relaxed in his arms when he kissed me deeper. I reached for his elbows as his grip tightened on my waist and when he broke the kiss, I suddenly felt empty.

"This is what you miss." he pointed out in a whisper, his tone still rough. "Not me, not the time we spent together. This. That's it."

"No Niall, that's not true." I murmured, his lips still so close to mine I would barely have to move to kiss him again. "This isn't just sexual."

He breathed in and swallowed but I could swear he was on the verge to cry and my heart threatened to jump out by my throat. "D'you know how much it hurts me?" he whispered, moving his head lightly as I felt his nose rub against mine. "I don't think you know."

I brought my hand up to his face to cup his cheeks and ran my thumbs gently on his cheekbones. His eyes closed and he sniffed before licking his lips slowly.

"I don't want to hurt you, Niall." I breathed, feeling myself tear up again. "It's the last thing I want. You mean so much to me."

"I am so... so mad at you, Devon." he confessed, his eyes still closed. "So fucking mad at you."

His words made something break inside me but I didn't really have time to say anything else. Quickly, he pressed his body against mine and I felt his hands run all over me impatiently. I could feel my heart throb between my legs and he kissed me hard, rubbing his cock slightly against me. My hands slipped in his hair and I whimpered in his mouth. He didn't give me much time to react and ended up turning me around and pushing me again. My cheek pressed on the wall as his hands moved around my waist and slipped under my shirt to reach for my breasts. He moved my bra up and gripped them hard as I tensed slightly, my back against his chest.

"Is that what you wanted when you took your shirt off in front of me the other day?" he whispered, his face in my hair. "Did you want me to fuck you so hard you'd forget my confession?"

My heart jumped in my chest and I felt one of my nipples roll between his fingers, making me bite my lip a bit too hard. I ground my ass against his dick and let out a curse words despite myself.

"I wanted you to fuck me but I can never forget those words Niall, never." I swallowed hard, knowing how close I was to admit that I loved him, but he didn't answer me.

He quickly unzipped my jeans and slid a hand in my panties, using one of his feet to push on mine and make me part my legs a bit, giving him better access. I moaned and closed my eyes when two of his finger slid on my slit before moving back up to rub my clit. He brought his other hand to push the hair off my shoulder, bringing it to the other one, and his lips brushed on my neck, making goosebumps appear all over my body.

"So you won't forget?" he asked in a murmur, making me press my lips together, trying not to shiver.

"No, I promise."

He took his hand off my panties and pushed my pants down mid-thighs before moving his hands away. i heard the sound of his zipper going down and when he brought his hand back on me, he placed it on my stomach and pulled me slightly away from the wall.

"Bend down." He order as he pushed on my back to hold me in place and I felt the tip of his cock press against my walls. "Don't fucking move."

By then, my whole body was throbbing and my nails scratched on the wall when he thrust his dick balls deep inside me. "Oh my... fuck!"

He didn't say anything, he just moved my back up again and pressed me against the wall before he started fucking me hard. His hands reached once again under my shirt and he gripped my breasts to help himself fuck me for a while. He stopped when I was getting close to an orgasm and leaned his chest on my back, leaving a small kiss behind my ear that made me quiver.

"That's what you wanted, yea?" he whispered, moving his hips back very slowly before pushing himself inside me again just as slow. "That's the only thing we do right isn't it? My cock wrecking your wet little cunt? That's all you want from me?"

My heart stirred and I swallowed hard, feeling an intense pain in my stomach. It was horrible to feel so close to an orgasm yet to be in so much pain at the same time. I wanted to tell him that he was wrong, I wanted to tell him that I cared about him as a friend, too, but also as something more than friends. I wanted to tell him that I cared about him as a lover, as something stupid like soulmates, as everything my heart ever desired... but I didn't. I couldn't.

"Are you gonna cum all over my cock?" his hand slid up and reached for my neck before he pressed his finger slightly on my throat.

I felt dizzy and let out a moan as I started shaking, feeling an orgasm spread all over my body. He kept fucking me hard and I knew immediately when he started cumming. He let out a curse word in a breath and pushed himself as deep as he could inside me while his grip tightened on my neck and waist. When he relaxed, he leaned his forehead on my shoulder and despite myself, I started crying in silence. I didn't even wipe the tears sliding on my cheeks, I just let them die in my neck as his hands traveled on me. He finally held me against him in a hug, brushing his nose on my neck and leaving a few kisses near my shoulder.

I moved a bit to pull my pants up and he took a small step back to zip his pants again. I put my bra and shirt back into place but I didn't dare to turn around. He had expressed so many feelings while we were having sex that I was not really sure how to feel anymore. Somehow, though, I felt like I deserved his anger.

"Was I too rough?" he asked as I immediately shook my head. "Look, I'm sorry."

Slowly, I turned on my heels and our eyes met. He was scratching the back of his neck and just shook his head before closing his eyes. I stared at him until he sighed and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"This is not just a sex thing." I just let out in a low and vulnerable voice.

"But it feels like it is." he blinked a few times and kept looking at me, taking a step back. "It was a mistake. I'm drunk and angry. This shouldn't have happened."

"So you didn't like it?" I quickly asked, raising my eyebrows and taking a step closer. "You didn't miss it?"

"You know I did." he admitted gently. Perhaps, fucking me the way he just had made some anger leave his body and helped him calm down. "But this hurts too much, Devie. I love you."

"Niall, I-"

"No." he cut me softly as he sniffed, blinking a few times as his eyes watered. "I need... I need out."

I don't know how long I stayed there, alone, but when I finally got out of the toilets, I heard my phone beep. I held my breath, trying to keep my tears in, and grabbed my phone in my pocket, realizing it was a miracle it didn't fall on the floor when Niall fucked me a few minutes before.

'Walk with me? I'm right outside.'

When I joined Louis, he had his hands in his pockets and we started walking in silence. He didn't ask anything or even say anything before we stood in the hall, between the doors of our rooms. I knew what he was thinking and somehow, he didn't have to tell me what he thought about the situation.

"He was crying, Dev, you know it, right?"

"Yes."

I decided not to tell him that I was crying too and that I was in pain too, because I felt like I didn't have the right to be, as if I deserved it.

"What are you gonna do about it?"

"Nothing. He's better without me."

Louis rolled his eyes and shook his head. He was so annoyed with me in the past few days and I tried not to blame him but at the same time, i was looking for comfort from my best friend and he just wasn't giving it to me. I knew real friendship was being able to tell the other the truth, no matter how harsh it was, but it didn't mean I didn't need my best fucking friend to let me sob in his arms.

"You know that's a horrible lie, Devon." he argued, a bit mad.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Fine!" Louis shrugged even if it was obvious that he was not indifferent to the whole thing. "You're still coming on that trip with us?"

I was not really in the mood anymore but my parents were going to on a trip for the holidays and I knew no one else. It was crazy how I felt like I didn't belong anywhere anymore. Nowhere seemed to feel like home and I had never felt so lost in my whole life.

"Will Abby be there?"

Louis sighed and rolled his eyes. "Who cares?"

I pressed my lips together, feeling myself tear up at the way he was with me. Perhaps I was seeing it worse than it actually was because of all the alcohol running in my veins and I finally nodded.

"Yea, I'm still coming."

--

When I opened the door of the small café, the bell rang exactly at the same time then my phone. I grabbed it and checked the text message I got and breathed in.

'I'm sorry for last night. You two just piss me off. Date him already, okay? He loves you.'

My lips curled on the right at Louis' words but I just put my phone back in the front pocket of my hoodie before walking inside. I noticed Cammy immediately and sighed low as I walked up to her. I was not sure it was a good idea to meet her after so many things had happened between us. Sometimes, relationships don't last and it's ok. Sometimes, they end up in pain and tears and it's ok too. I felt like that was the case for Cammy and I, and it was alright. I was over it and I didn't want to get back into a toxic friendship, even if we used to be very close.

"Hey." I just said without enthusiasm, sliding on the bench in front of her,

She looked up quickly and sent me a smile that I hadn't seen in a while. It was genuine and it surprised me. She put her phone away and reached for my hands on the table, squeezing my fingers. I let her but didn't do it back just as the waitress came. We both ordered a coffee and I cleared my throat, leaning my back on the bench as I looked at her.

"What did you want to meet me for, Cam?"

Her smile faltered and she shrugged, looking down at her hands. I realized she was nervous when I noticed the way she was playing with her own fingers but somehow, I couldn't get myself to feel bad. She was the one who had betrayed me, the one who was in the wrong, and I started wondering what the fuck I was doing here. I needed time to lay in bed and cry, that's all I really wanted to do anyway.

"I'm sorry, Dev." she apologized, shaking her head. "Of course you don't have to forgive me it's just... I didn't tell you but, I was sort of dating Henry too while you were with him and, I didn't know. So when you told me about it, it was a shock. I thought I was the only one. For fuck's sake, he told me he loved me!"

"Yea, he told me he loved me too." I chuckled sadly, looking away. "He said I was special, he said I moved him. He said a bunch of crap and I believed it. I trusted him."

"He still talks about you."

I turned my head and our eyes met but my lips parted and I frowned. "What?"

"He says how talented you are, how he feels bad that he doesn't have access to your art anymore." she explained with sadness in her voice. "He says he noticed you because of the talent and beauty in your art."

I felt myself tear up and swallowed hard. "It was never me he loved, it was always just the way i painted."

"No, Devon, you don't get it." Cammy scoffed, her eyes watering. "He sees me as a pretty girl. He sees you as a strong and talented woman. I am a face and a body to him but you are... you are so much more."

I remained silent for a few seconds and finally shook my head very lightly. "And all I ever wanted to be for him was a beautiful woman, a woman he looked at and felt his heart twist in his chest."

"When that twisting is gone, Devon, what's left?" Cammy asked with a sigh. "I can't leave him, I don't know how. I know I betrayed you and It was extremly wrong of me, but I think it brought you in a better place."

This time, I couldn't contradict her. Everything was better than being played by a man you loved. I suddenly thought about Niall and how lucky I had been to find him but now I had lost him. I closed my eyes and opened them again when I heard Cammy's voice again.

"You found someone that is ready to do anything for you." she pointed out, the left corner of her lips raising up. "That guy the other day? Are you dating him already?"

"No, I decided that love was not for me. Tried it, hated it. I'm done with it."

Cammy frowned and I realized how gorgeous she was. It made something sting in my stomach and I knew it was jealousy.

"Because of Henry?" she asked before shaking her head. "No, Dev, he's not worth it. You'll miss so many good things if you do that." I didn't answer and her eyes traveled on me before she sighed. "That guy? He deserves a chance. From the way he defended you the other day, I can tell how much he loves you. I think we all felt it, even Henry."

I started nibbling on my bottom lip as a bunch of thoughts ran in my head. Of course it was scary to give in but maybe Cammy was right. Would I end up regretting it if I didn't tell Niall how I felt? Would I wonder forever what my life would be like if I was with him? How would I feel when I'd see him with an other girl? How would I feel if he ended up going back with Abby?

I grabbed my phone in my pocket and squeezed it in my hand before putting it on the table. I could feel my heart thump so hard against my chest I thought it was just going to stop or escape. I closed my eyes and sighed, shaking my head. I couldn't do it. It was too hard on me, too scary. He would end up breaking my heart and I didn't think I would be able to survive an other heartbreak, especially not one with Niall because even if I didn't want to admit it, the feelings I had for him were consuming my whole being. They were much stronger than anything I had ever felt for anyone before. If he left me, he would destroy me, and I couldn't risk it. And anyway, it was probably too late.

[twiceinadream]

“Lose control.”

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Part: 1.) “No touching.”

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Momo’s breathing became ragged as she pulsed around the viabrator inside her, her eyes filled with tears as she struggled against the binds Nayeon had used to tie her hands behind her back. A sadistic smile on the elder girl’s face as she soaked in Momo’s tear filled eyes and high pitched whines before finally turning off the toy inside the Japanese girl, ending her endless cycle of pain and pleasure.

A relieved sigh left Momo’s lips as she slumped back into the bed, shifting slightly as she allowed Nayeon to untie her hands, “Now, what did we learn, Momoring?” Nayeon’s tone was expectant as she looked at the completely fucked out girl.

Strings of pathetic mewls erupted from Momo before she could finally think somewhat clearly, “D...don’t dis..disobey, Mm...mommy.”

Nayeon nodded her head as she cooed at Momo, “Good. Now that you’ve learned your lesson,” The Korean girl turned back to you, running a finger up your thigh as the coil in your stomach tightened, “I think it’s time for your reward now, Y/N-ah.” You swallowed a lump that had formed in your throat as you eyed your Mistress carefully. Your eyes grew hungry as you watched Nayeon strip before you, her shirt was thrown over her head as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Ridding herself of the material in one fluid motion as she dropped it beside the bed, a small wet patch on the front of the fabric was noticeable as you smiled internally.

‘She’s enjoying this just as much as we are.’ But your small revelation didn’t last long as a completely bare Nayeon kneeled before you. Even in her most vulnerable state the look in her eyes still instilled fear into you, as well as wetness in your panties. Steeling your fear as you looked back at her, fearless.

“I want you to ruin me Mommy.” As the words left your mouth Nayeon’s lips turned upwards into a smile, her eyes growing dark as she crawled towards you on the bed. All thoughts of Momo’s disobedience momentarily forgotten as the Japanese girl still laid breathless at the end of the bed, watching with rapt attention as you subconsciously began spreading your legs the closer Nayeon got to you.

But before she could pounce on you like a predator to prey, she paused, “Are you sure you want this?” You nodded rapidly, if the heat building in your stomach didn’t already mean something, you didn’t know what would.

“Of course I am Mommy.” At the confirmation Nayeon gave you a nod before placing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Just remember you can always tell me to stop whenever you need. Okay?” You nodded again, and the hungry look came back into her eyes, “Okay.”

You had barely blinked when you suddenly felt the weight of her body on top of yours, her lips meeting yours in a bruising kiss as she nipped at your lower lip, asking for entrance. You opened for her almost instantly as you felt her tongue begin exploring your mouth, whimpers left your mouth as the intensity of the kiss made you rub your thighs together. Reminding you of just how turned on you were.

Nayeon’s hands began wandering along your body, fingertips dragging along your sides as she slowly pulled your shirt up, her thumbs rubbing at every new inch of exposed skin. Your shirt rode up just below your chest before she pulled away from the kiss, your breathing was ragged as she pulled your shirt over your head and threw it somewhere on the bedroom floor, a predatory smirk growing on Nayeon’s lips as she noticed that you weren’t wearing a bra. The heat of her gaze made you squirm under her as she leaned back down, her lips descending on your neck as she trailed kisses up and down the column of your neck before nipping at your pulse point. A needy groan left your throat as the action made you buck your hips towards your Mistress.

A light chuckle emitted from the girl above you as she began moving lower on your body, her lips moved to the top of your chest where her nipping and sucks turned into red and purple bruises that you were probably gonna regret in the morning as you got dressed for work, but that wasn’t here or now so you just decided to enjoy the moment. Feeling Nayeon’s lips trail further down as she kissed her way down to one of your breasts, a devilish smirk appearing on her face as she blew a small stream of air on your already stiff nipple making you groan in frustration before she ran the flat of her tongue over it and brought it into her mouth.

The contrast from cold to warm made you moan as the sudden stimulation caused your hands to shoot up to Nayeon’s head, your fingers tangled in her short locks as you kept her against your chest. Your legs rubbed together as Nayeon kept them closed as she straddled you, her free hand going up to your unoccupied breast as she began palming the soft flesh she found there before moving to pinch and roll your nipple between her fingers. Causing another wanton moan to fall from your lips as the stimulation-or lack thereof-started to burn hotter in your belly as you panted.

“M..mommy, please.” Your voice momentarily fell on deaf ears as Nayeon continued to suck and pinch at your chest before pulling away. Her eyes met yours as you silently begged for the release you have been after since the start of Momo’s punishment. A beat of silence passed between the two of you before she nodded, leaning back down to your sternum to please a trail of kisses down to your stomach. The action caused Nayeon’s body to curl up as her ass was pushed further back to the point she was basically presenting her wet pussy to Momo who could only look at it, entranced by the pink lips that clenched around nothing like it was teasing her as she could feel the wetness return between her legs as well.

Her trance was broken by your loud moan of frustration as a chuckle from Nayeon followed it as she placed a kiss to your lips to silence you, “Since you’ve so good for me Y/N, it’s time for your reward.” The Korean girl smiled to herself at the way your eyes lit up at her words, as she moved down slightly as she grasped the waistband of your panties and shorts, pulling them both down at once. A smirk on her lips as she discarded the remaining clothing, her eyes roaming over your soaked core. Your pussy was flushed pink as your lips already parted for her, stray drops of wetness leaked from your entrance as her eyes flicked to your exposed clitoris. The hood was pulled back slightly as it strained towards her almost like it calling out to her, and she answered.

Nayeon assumed her previous pose as she leaned down to place kisses along your inner thighs as her pussy was left exposed and presented to Momo as the Japanese girl balled her hands into fists, trying her hardest to remain some form of self control as your moans grew in desperation. Your Mistress’ lips left hot, open mouthed kisses along your sensitive thighs as she continued to avoid the place you needed her most. You felt as though you would go insane with how tight the coil in your stomach grew, to the point you began squirming to relieve some of the pressure that was becoming almost too unbearable to be pleasurable. But, Nayeon knew you like the back of her hand and pulled away from you, knowing that any further teasing would either be considered torture or result in a safe word and she really didn’t want to be the one to cause you pain and stop all your guy’s fun.

As your Mistress pulled away you couldn’t help but whine slightly as all the pleasure she had been giving you stopped. But it didn’t last long as she winked at you, “I have an idea.” Your interest piqued as you raised an eyebrow, “Sixty-nine.” Your eyes widened for a second before you nodded, waiting for Nayeon to get off of you as you rotated on the bed so that your head was near Momo as she watched. A smirk decorating your face as Nayeon settled above you again, her pussy inches from your lips as you waited for her signal.

Then you felt her tongue run through your wet folds making you moan out loud as you used your hands to bring Nayeon’s hips down to you. You licked up as you gathered your girlfriend’s wetness on your tongue, tasting the sweet and tang of her juices as you continued licking her slit. You felt Nayeon’s moan vibrate through your core as you bucked up into her mouth, the vibration sending a shock through your system that in turn made you moan into her as well. The display in front of her made Momo whine pitifully as she reduced herself to a whore in heat, a hand found its way between her thighs as she rubbed at her clit. Her breathing came out in pants as she fought off a moan, but the sound made the Korean girl’s ears perk as she turned away from your pussy to look behind her at Momo. The Japanese girl’s eyes were closed as her hand worked quickly between her legs, her breathing came out in clipped breaths as Nayeon rolled her eyes at how unsatisfiable she was.

The elder sighed to herself but was quickly replaced with a moan as you moved to suck on her clit, making her take a second to regain her thoughts, “Momo.” Her words were sharp as they seemed to burn the girl at the end of the bed, making her snap her head up to look at her Mistress. A look of fear in her eyes as she pulled her hand out from between her thighs, making the older girl just roll her eyes as she looked down to you, a smile growing on her face. “Momoring,” the name made the Japanese go pink as she looked to her Mommy, “be a good girl and,” Nayeon reached a hand back as she spread her ass to reveal the tight hole hiding there, “help Y/N and make Mommy feel good.”

Momo didn’t waste a second as she crawled forward, spreading Nayeon’s ass to reveal the tight sphincter that awaited her. The Korean girl’s head was already back in between your thighs as she redoubled her efforts, making you pull away from her as you moaned out loud, clenching around her fingers as they pistoned into your entrance.

Her rhythm faltered as Momo’s tongue began running along the tight ring of her ass, causing her to moan as she gripped the bed sheets into her fists. Nearly screaming as your fingers dipped back into her heat, before reattaching your lips to her swollen clit. “Oh my god!” Nayeon reared up so that she was almost kneeling, unable to comprehend the double penetration of your fingers and Momo’s tongue in her ass as she panted heavily, moaning in clipped bursts as she struggled to ground herself with all the pleasure coursing through her veins.

A smirk grew on your face as you pulled away from Nayeon’s clit, your fingers pumping in and out of her entrance as you delivered your final blow, “Lose control, Mommy.” At your words Nayeon felt as though she had been hit by a truck as her orgasm ripped through her violently, her body shook as her back arched back down. Her face was buried between your thighs once again as she sucked your clit between her lips, moaning into you all the while as you felt your release hit you out of the blue.

“Oh god!” Your hips bucked violently upwards as you felt a stream of wetness leave your core, surprising the three of you as you continued to shake beneath them. Your orgasm ebbing away slowly as black filled your vision.

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When you came to, you blinked sleepily as you noticed that both Nayeon and Momo were at your sides. A smile on both their faces as they noticed you were up.

“Hi, baby.” Nayeon said quietly as she placed a soft peck to your lips, Momo used her hand to turn your face towards her before also placing a kiss to your lips.

“Wh...what happened.” Your voice croaked from not being used as they both smiled.

Momo snickered as she answered, “You squirted so hard you blacked out.” Your mouth fell open as a blush began creeping onto your face making your girlfriends giggle.

“It was cute.” You shook your head as your eyes rolled at Nayeon’s bunny smile, a content look on your face as you cuddled between the two of them.

“I love you both.” You said through a yawn as they both wrapped an arm around your waist, both their heads resting on your shoulders.

“We love you too, Y/N-ah.”

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Surprise

Summary: after being asked on the Late Late Show with James Corden, he surprises you with Harry Styles. Later on you go back to Harry’s.

Pairing: Harry Styles and Reader

Warning: smut

Word Count: 2983

A.N: sorry the beginning of the imagine is a bit awkward :/

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Currently, I was on the Late Late Show with James Corden. Basically, just chatting. Acting in American Horror Story, Outer Banks and multiple other shows and movies, I would say I’m pretty famous. It’s known to everyone that I’m very open about everything in my life. I simply don’t care who knows what. That includes my HUGE crush on Harry Styles. I’ve been crushing on him since I was 12 years old…a whole 10 years!

“So, Y/N, your starring in the new movie, Can You Keep A Secret? Along with Tyler Hoechlin. Now, you have to be honest with me…what was it like kissing a guy like Tyler?” James smiles at me from his desk. I’m sitting on the couch right next to it.

I laugh, “Ha, that’s a fun question. A lot of people don’t know this, but Tyler and I have actually known each other since I was ten years old. I’m sure it was more awkward for him than it was for me, though.”

“What?! No way!” James laughs. “So if you had the chance to do those scenes with any guy in the world, who would you choose?” He knows damn well who I would choose.

“Harry Styles. One hundred percent.” I smile widely.

“Have you ever actually met Harry?” His question almost made me laugh. Like Harry would have the time to meet me.

“Sadly, I haven’t.” I sigh.

“Would you like to?” My eyes immediately meet his in alarm. “Ladies and gentlemen, Harry Styles!” I look over to my right to see THE Harry Styles walking out behind the curtain, the live crowd screaming in surprise. I look back at James with wide eyes as he laughs at my reaction. Not believing this is actually happening, I stand up from the couch a walk off the raised stage area, staring at Harry in shock.

I’m actually about to meet the guy I’ve been crushing over for 10 years! My emotions getting the best of me, a few tears fall down my face.

“Come here!” Harry chuckles, walking over to me. He’s wearing a dark floral suit and his hair is styled to perfection. He has the biggest smile on his face.

“What the fuck.” I say, not caring that they’re gonna have to bleep it for the show. “Oh my god!” More tears stream down my face. Harry reaches me and pulls me in for a hug.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll talk more with these two after the break!” James announces.

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Harry and I are currently sitting next to each other on the couch while James is sitting in his chair. I’ve calmed down a bit, but I still don’t know how the fuck to react.

“How are you feeling right now, Y/N?” James asks, laughing at my dazed face.

“Um…I honestly don’t know. Half of me thinks I’m dreaming while the other half thinks I died and is in heaven.” They all laugh but I’m being serious. I’m asleep right? I’m just dreaming.

“I can assure you this is real.” Harry smirks, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. My inner fangirl is about to explode.

“Oh my fucking god.” I mumble, forgetting I have a mic on, and everyone can hear me. “Shit, sorry. No, fuck. Oh, my god. I can’t think straight.” I need to stop swearing on tv. Harry chuckles and it sends my whole body into a frenzy. How can someone be so perfect?

“She’s so cute.” Harry smiles at James, talking as if I weren’t here…not that I don’t mind. I mean, Harry Styles just called me cute!

We talked for a few more minutes before the show ended and Harry and I went into our own rooms backstage. I quickly got my things together knowing I still needed to get to a hotel my manager would be satisfied with. She was such a diva…but still love her. I landed in Los Angeles a couple hours ago from England and came straight here so I still have my suitcases with me. I drag them out with me to the taxi…or ‘Uber’ as Americans would call it. Just as Emily, my manager, and I are about to get in, Harry shows up out of nowhere.

“Oh, hey.” I say awkwardly, still not believing that this is real.

“Hey, I was just wondering if you wanted to stay with me at my house. It’s only like thirty minutes away.” I’m sorry…did Harry FUCKING Styles offer me to stay in his HOUSE? “If you already booked a hotel, it’s okay. I just thought I’d save you the money.”

“No, no, no. We haven’t booked anywhere.” I rush out, pulling Emily away from the Uber, not letting her get in. “We would love to stay with you.” I smile, trying to contain my excitement.

“Great.” Harry smirked. He helped me and Emily with our stuff and transferred it into his car. We quickly get in as it was getting cold. I’m sat in the passenger seat with Harry driving and Emily is in the back, on her phone.

At first, the drive was calm and quiet but then I felt a hand on my thigh. Harry’s hand. My eyes go wide slightly as I look over at him. He just gives me a playful smile before looking back at the road. I then look behind me to see Emily still on her phone, not having a clue at what’s going on at the front. His hand slides higher, holding my inner thigh. I have to remind myself to breathe. Not long after, we get to his house and pull our suitcases in.

“Emily, here’s your room.” Harry says stopping in front of a door. Emily thanks him before walking in with her bags and shutting the door, leaving just us two. He continues to walk down the hallway before he stops at another door. “And here’s your room. Mine is just around the corner if you need anything.” He smiles. I smile back as he walks off to his room.

I leave my suitcase at the foot of my bed and immediately walk into the bathroom attached to the room and turn on the shower. I strip down to nothing and take off all my jewelry.

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That was a good shower. Way better than the one I would’ve had if we went to a hotel, even if it was 5 stars. As I step out of the shower, I go to reach for a towel but soon realize that there isn’t one. Ah, fuck. I try to ring my hair out the best I can before walking into the room and finding my underwear and pajamas: shorts and a vest. My body is fairly dry, but it’s still wet enough for my clothes to stick slightly. I guess I should go ask Harry where the towels are. I travel out of my room and around the corner to his. There’s only one door so I knock on it.

 I was NOT ready for what I was about to see.

Harry opens the door with just a pair of joggers hanging dangerously low on his waist. He had no shirt on, showing off all his tattoos and nipples (I had to mention them at least once). “Uh, hi. Um, I…uh need a towel.” I say awkwardly, trying not to look anywhere apart from his eyes.

He smiles, “Yeah, one second.” He disappears for not even a minute before he returns with a white fluffy towel in his hand and passes it to me.

“Thank you.” I sigh in relief before looking back at his eyes. “I’m…just gonna go back to my room. Well, your room- you know what I mean. Thanks again.”

“Yeah, sure.” He smiles as I walk back into my room and shut the door behind me.

I dry off my body and put my clothes back on before getting into bed. I try and go to sleep but I can’t. The image of Harry shirtless is still imbedded in my mind. I’ve obviously seen pictures of him shirtless, but they really do him no justice. They are NOTHING compared to the real thing. So, I do the only thing that I can do. Masturbate.

I quietly slide my hand into my shorts and close my eyes. As I started moving my fingers over my clit, I tried to think of things to get me in the mood and the only thing on my mind is Harry. He’ll definitely work. I start moving my fingers faster and faster over my clit imagining Harry’s body and face. Suddenly, I hear the door open. Shit. It’s Harry.

"Get out oh my god!" Harry's cheeks are flushed pink, and I don't even want to know what my face looks like. He closes the door, and I hear him mutter 'fuck' outside my door. I get up, pulling my hair into a bun before opening my door, Harry looking like a deer in headlights.

"I'm, uh, sorry about that. I knocked…multiple times actually.” I notice Harry's eyes trail over my body, his cheeks no longer pink.

"Oh, uh. Sorry.” Harry licks his lips before leaning in close, his lips next to my ear.

"Were you thinking of me, Y/N?” The smirk on his face is impossible to miss, and the lust in his eyes was unmistakable.

Now I was the one stuttering, "Harry, I- um” He just laughed quietly to himself, as if he just understood an inside joke.

"Let me pleasure you, Y/N. I'll make you feel so good." He steps closer to me, my breath faltering. Before I can muster up another broken sentence, Harry's lips are on mine. And it's fucking amazing; his lips are so soft, and the way they moved against mine so hungrily  was a huge turn on. I hadn't even noticed we moved to the bed until we pulled apart, and his eyes were ravenous. His hands travelled underneath my shirt, his fingertips leaving goosebumps everywhere. Soon enough my shirt was off, and he smirked when seeing I had no bra on.

"You look so good.” I couldn't help but moan, his voice raspy and so. Fucking. Hot. When his touch left my body, I found myself whining at the loss of contact. "Be patient, princess.” As Harry slowly pull my shorts and underwear down, I can feel my body heating up from the anticipation of what is to come. His hands push my legs apart, a groan leaving his lips when he sees how wet I am. The moment his tongue touches my clit, moans immediately leave my lips. He licks stripes over my folds, his fingers digging into my sides. I find myself grinding against him, and when he lightly bites down on my clit I lose it, his name leaving my lips like a banshee. "That's it, Y/N, say my name. Let everyone know who's making you feel so good." Harry violently sucks on my clit, a finger slipping into the mix at the same time.

"Fuck Harry, yes, just like that, oh my god, fuck!" I can't stop moaning, the pleasure overwhelming. As Harry adds a second finger, I can tell I'm close, and then he stops. "What, what are you doing?" My eyes follow his every moment, and when he rolls over next me I become increasingly confused.

"I want you to ride my face, baby. Come here." I put my legs on either side of his face, and his hands pull me down instantly.

He alternates between biting, sucking, and licking, and my hands grip my headboard as he grinds me against his face. "Shit, Harry, I'm close, so fucking close." He groans, and the vibrations send me over the edge, my orgasm taking over my body.

"God, you’re so sexy, princess.” My breath is unsteady, and I fall next to Harry, at a loss for words.

A few seconds go by before I breathlessly speak, "That was…fucking amazing." He chuckles, and I find myself laughing as well.

"Was I better than your hand?" I giggle, turning my head to look at him.

"Definitely. You were much better. Now it’s your turn.” I get off the bed with Harry following. Slowly sinking to my knees, I let a soft moan fall from my lips when I saw how hard he was already. My hands reached up, my fingers rushing to pull down his joggers. They pooled around his ankles, his boxers joining them soon after. I took his cock in my hand, slowly pumping up and down a few times. Licking his precum off his tip, I took him into my mouth, going down as far as I could as I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking harder on his thick member.

"Good girl, just like that." I felt satisfied knowing that he enjoyed what I was doing. He gathered my hair in his hands, beginning to thrust into my mouth. I let out a small moan at the feeling of his length hitting the back of my throat. I hollowed out my cheeks even more, my hands grasping his thighs when he started to fuck my mouth faster, groans tumbling from his lips. "Shit, baby. You take my cock so well.” I hummed, my hand coming up to his balls as I started gently fondling them, his thrusts stalling as hips bucked in pleasure. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come." He quickly pulled me off him.

“It’s okay. I can take it.” I grin before sucking him again. A few moments later he’s nearing his edge. His load was hot, shooting down my throat. I made sure to swallow, looking up at him with wide, not-so-innocent eyes.

“Fuck, that was hot.” He sighs in satisfaction, pulling me up and gently pushing me onto the bed. He crawls on top of me. "How much do you like these?" He tugs on my black laced underwear.

"I can always buy another pair." You mutter, excited for what’s next. He rips them off, literally, the fabric tearing harshly against my skin. It was a good kind of pain though. I let out a breathy moan at the sight of his flexed muscles, lifting my hips trying to create some friction.

"Needy little thing, aren't you, princess?" He chuckles lowly, his pointer and middle fingers pressing down above my belly button, walking down my tummy until he hits above my pussy.

“Don’t play with me, Harry.” I squirm under his touch, his two fingers pushing through my walls without any warning. I let out an unexpected moan, my wide eyes finding his.

"Ask nicely princess." He pulls his fingers out, thrusting them into my pussy. "So wet, already?" He taunts.

"Please, Harry. I need you." I whimper, rocking my hips against his fingers.

"You're so fucking hot." He mutters, watching me rut my hips against his fingers. He pulls his fingers out abruptly, making me whine.

"Harry, please stop messing with me.” I almost growl.

"Oh, I’m sorry." He frowns. "Should've said so, princess." He kisses my pouty lips. "You’re gonna feel me right here.” He presses against my stomach. Fuck, this man is the hottest thing to ever walk this earth. He reaches to the side of the bed and into a drawer, taking out a silver packet (wrap it before you tap it, kids). He lines himself up with my hole, thrusting into my pussy. "Oh, princess." He grunts, pushing himself all the way in. I feel his balls touch my bum, his body hovering over me as I let out a moan that could put porn stars to shame. "Fuck, you're fucking hot." He repeats for the third time. He slowly pulls himself out, thrusting into me again. He finds a fast rhythm, his thumb finding my clit rubbing quickly. "Fuck, you are perfect, baby."

"You feel so good inside me.” I cry out, propping myself up on my elbows to watch where the two of us meet. "Harry!" I scream, his hips speeding up. I feel his cock rub against that spot, his cock twitching when I say his name.

"Fuck.” He groans, taking one of my legs and putting it over his shoulder, his thumb continuing his assault on my clit. "So beautiful." He leans down, pressing a wet kiss to my lips. He presses against my stomach, feeling himself. I knew he must’ve been big but bloody hell; this man was something else.

"I’m gonna cum.” I whine, throwing my head back.

Harry groans. "On three." I nod. He starts counting. "One," He pulls out completely, thrusting back in. "Two," He pulls out almost completely, thrusting back in and finding that spot again, his tip rubbing against my flesh. "Three, cum for me, princess." He groans, his thrusts quickening their pace once more, his cock twitching inside me before I scream once again.

"Harry!" I scream, pulling his head down to my chest, his lips finding my nipple, sucking on it harshly. "Oh, Harry!" I moan out, my eyes closing while I pant in his ear. I feel myself go, my cum spilling out onto Harry's cock. His lips detach from my nipple, his eyes coming into contact with mine while he cums inside me.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” He groans, pulling out of me. He takes the condom off and ties it before managing to throw it in the small bin in the corner of the room. Damn, he has good aim.

I laugh, “Same here.”

“Hey, listen” Oh god, this is the part where he tells me it was a one time thing and that he- “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me.” Oh…OH!

“I think you already know the answer.” I smile, leaning up and kissing him on the lips.

 Thank you, James Corden.

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“Return To Sender” *Part 5*

What what whaaaat? TWO chapters in one day?! Well, I had the day off and literally went nowhere, so I sat here and wrote. ALL day. Yup. So enjoy!

Also-- did anyone else catch the Pretty Woman rule? 😉

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Barba slammed you on the couch, wasting no time in getting to work. Your now ruined shirt was quickly coming off, the both of you grunting and moaning as he explored your body with his mouth.

Then his fingers found your thigh, and your mind went blank as they skated up, up, up. You shivered as he nipped your earlobe, your neck, his breath hot on your skin, you had to bite your lip to keep quiet.

One hand dipped to the small of your back, pulling your body flush against his as he nibbled on your ear. You surrendered a moan once his wandering hand found your underwear,  your fingers dug into his shoulders as he traced the dampened center seam. 

His lips trailed lower, lower, until your neck tilted back to the ceiling and gravity ceased to exist beyond his arms. Then you were flat on her back, his fingers tearing through the fabric of your panties, and you would have been angry if his hands weren’t slowly sliding them off and tossing them to the floor, all while tugging the cups of your bra down—Until he paused, his breath ghosting over your nipples. 

“Now say it,” he growled into your ear.

“Say what?” You moved your neck up a bit, to meet his eyes.

“Say I’m better at this,” He smirked.

“You haven’t even started, counselor,” you snorted. “Sex with my gay boyfriend was more exciting than this,” You did your best to keep a straight face as his breathy laugh against your nipples caused you to shiver.

“Gay boyfriend? Ay dios..THAT’S the only time you’ve had sex?” He laughed more, now playfully twisting your nipples.

“Carino...you might want to brace yourself,” He grinned devilishly, ripping off your bra and tossing it over the couch. He engulfed one of your breasts in his mouth as he shoved two fingers into your opening, making sure it was nice and wet for him. It was, of course. Hell it probably had been wet the moment he picked you up. 

“I love it when you’re wet for me,” He growled again, unbuckling his belt, releasing his erection. 

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” His green eyes looked into yours with a devious stare.

“God could you be any more cocky…” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, you mean cocky like THIS?” He thrusted into you roughly, causing you to gasp very audibly. 

“Do we need the pillows again, sweetheart?” He whispered, causing you to flash with rage and ecstasy at the same time. 

“No I think I can keep it down, honey,” You tried your best to be flippant but his dick against your walls was making it very difficult.

“We’ll see about that,” He began thrusting harder and harder, until you had to finally concede and grabbed a pillow, screaming into it wildly. 

“Ah, see? Good girl,” He panted against your ear, now moving his mouth down your neck. The pain of his teeth and the pressure of his hips was giving you sensations you never thought possible. 

"God you are so tight, it's like you're brand new Cariño," he purred into your ear, thrusting harder and massaging your breasts. 

"Ah... Barba…" You muttered.

"Rafa baby, I think you've earned the right to call me by my first name. Especially if you're screaming it," He chuckled.

"R-Rafa…" 

"Yes, Cariño?" You could hear the lust in his voice. 

"I'm….gonna…" you couldn't form words, there was no blood left in your brain. It was everywhere else. 

"You gonna come for me, detective?" He whispered, to which you nodded a huge YES. 

"Me too, you're so beautifully tight, we're going to come together, yeah?" 

You bit your lip and nodded another vigorous yes, as you let go. Your hips vibrated erratically against his, and you felt him twitching wildly. He pulled out quickly and unloaded on your stomach with a satisfied moan.

After a moment of enjoying the warm glow inside you, you were painfully aware of the cold liquid all over your stomach. You let out a disgusted groan. 

"Seriously?!" You hissed, but he was lost in his own orgasm. 

"You love it," he chuckled, not opening his eyes. That gave you an evil idea. 

"Really? Do you love this?" You swiped your fingers across your stomach and moved them towards him. He opened his eyes right before your fingers were on his face, he grabbed your hand and twisted it back towards your own face. 

"Ah ah ah, naughty girl. Now swallow," He commanded you, forcing your fingers into your mouth. You swallowed reluctantly, then got up and began to put your clothes back on. 

"And how was that, sweetie? Better than a gay boyfriend?" 

"Well at least he never ruined my clothes!" You griped, turning around as you held your broken shirt. 

"And how exactly do you expect me to walk out of here, papi?" you asked rather sassy, and hearing you speak spanish got him weirdly excited. 

"Mmmm…. that is a problem," he walked towards you, running his hands up and down your exposed stomach. He then seemed to have an idea-- he walked over to a closet next to his desk and opened it to reveal jackets, dress shirts, and ties. 

He pulled out a white dress shirt and motioned for you to turn around. You obeyed, and he put it on you. You turned back around and he helped you button it up, fixing the collar and rolling the sleeves up. 

"Mucho mejor," he gave you a half smile. When he spoke spanish it drove you wild-- but there's no way you'd let him know that. 

"You don't think me walking out of here in your shirt isn't gonna raise red flags?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Just walk out of here quickly, and don't ruin my shirt," he smiled again, pulling you closer--- and closer? 

His lips ALMOST touched yours, before he realized what he was doing and IMMEDIATELY pushed you back. 

"Ahem," he cleared his throat loudly. 

"That will be all, Ms. Y/N" 

Was he kidding with this bullshit?

"... Unbelievable." You said under your breath. 

"Yeah, alright counselor," you scoffed with a bitter laugh and walked out the door. 

What a dick!!!

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“UGH! The NERVE of that…” You slammed your front door, causing Hunter to pop his head out of his room. 

“...Where’s your shirt?” 

“Oh, he gave me one to wear. AFTER HE RUINED MINE,” You huffed, sniffing the shirt unconsciously. It smelled like him, that made you miss him, and that pissed you off even more.

“He ruined it? Oh god did he…?” Hunter made a grossed out face.

“Oh no, he did that all over my stomach,” you rolled his eyes.

“So it wasn’t good then,” he leaned against the living room doorway.

“Oh...it was AMAZING,” You huffed, throwing down your things.

“Then why are you so pissed off?”

“BECAUSE IT WAS AMAZING!!!!” You were now pacing the apartment angrily.

“Did I miss something--”

“And And And AND THEN,” You laughed sarcastically. “And then he ALMOST kissed me on the mouth,” You scoffed. “AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO GET MAD AT ME!!!” 

“Wait wait wait back up….” Hunter put up a hand.

“You two have had your mouths in each other’s business, but not in each other’s mouths?” 

“No, he has this stupid ‘no kissing on the mouth’ rule,” you rolled your eyes.

“Wha...Like Pretty Woman?” His question made you stop in your tracks.

“What do you mean, like Pretty Woman?” Your eyes narrowed.

“You’ve never seen Pretty Woman?”

“You’ve known me my ENTIRE life, Hunter! When have I ever had time to watch rom coms?”

“You have a point,” he chuckled. 

“Okay so Pretty Woman: Julia Roberts is a hooker who falls in love with Richard Gere after he hires her for a week,” he explained, and your blood began to boil. 

“And she has a rule: No kissing on the mouth, because it’s--”

“Too intimate,” you finished for him, and it was his turn to look shocked. 

“Did he actually say those words to you, boo?” 

“YES,” You threw your hands up and started pacing the apartment again.

“So I’m a hooker,” You growled. “I’m his fucking HOOKER?”

“I mean, technically he’s the hook--” he started.

“This isn’t funny!” you interrupted him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry babe but-- there is a bright side,” 

“HOW is there a bright side?” You gave him an angry confused look.

“Well, you said he almost kissed you on the mouth, right?” 

“Yeah and then he FREAKED out about it and acted like I was the problem!”

“Well of COURSE he did, idiot. He’s falling for you and he doesn’t like it!!” He flicked your head.

“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes.

“LOOK,” he took you by your shoulders. “In the movie, when Julia Roberts starts falling in love with Richard Gere, they finally kiss on the mouth!”

“...I’m sorry, I can’t get past the ‘I’m a hooker’ thing,” you scoffed.

“Look you need to talk to him about this,” 

“And how do you expect me to do that, Hunter? You think he’s gonna call me back to his office NOW?” You threw up your hands.

“...He will if he wants his shirt back,” He smirked, gesturing to the shirt you still had on.

“And what am I supposed to say-- ‘Hey so I figured out your crazy rule is from a movie, and I think you’re falling in love with me’?” 

“I mean, not in those exact words,” 

“I can’t…” You started off towards your room.

“Where are you going?!”

“Somewhere NOT to think about this!” You called back, slamming your bedroom door.

“Jesus...it’s not like I came all over her stomach,” He rolled his eyes and went back to his room. 

---

You ripped off the shirt and tossed it across your room, falling back onto your bed and putting your hands over your face. Your eyes were stinging again, and this time you felt why. Hot, big tears were dripping down your face for the first time since-- you really couldn’t remember when. You REALLY didn’t do emotions.

But that bastard got under your skin. 

He made you cry.

HE MADE YOU CRY.

And he was gonna pay for it.