#kicking each other under tables and they both show up in wide leg jeans and soft blue hoodies and glare daggers

[inchidentally]

the trying and failing to control the smile spreading wide on his face, the bashful looking down and blushing, the so ahhh yeap yeap when he stumbles over his words... definition of who got you smiling like that bro… but it's two people in Oscar's life who both happen to be petite, British, posh, beautiful, who give him a hard time but also make his days infinitely better, and picky eaters who have him in a tug of war where he can't ever eat fish at work but he can only cook fish at home

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[pappydaddy]

Oblivious (r.b.)

A/N: Another request down! This one is another Robin request. It's a bit longer than the last one I posted, but it's a bit dry unfortunately. I tried to make it like my other longer fics, but I just felt like this is was meant to be this length. I threw in a funny scene in the end. Anywho, I hope you like it lovely anon💛, I really tried to do your request justice (I loved it btw).

P.S: Not proofread yet. I'm gonna go over all my fics in these upcoming fics to proofread and I will do this fic then

TV Show/Movie: Stranger Things

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Byers!Reader

Stranger Things/Robin Taglist: N/A

Requested

Warnings: Fluff, a parent being obvious, getting caught getting hot and heavy the backseat. Pretty short in length.

Note: Not proofread yet. I'm gonna go over all my fics in these upcoming fics to proofread and I will do this fic then

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The cool night breeze rolled in through Y/N Byers’ open window as she and Robin laid in her bed. Late Summer nights spent in bed with her girlfriend were Y/N’s favourite. Having their legs tangled together, their arms holding each other close as they lightly traced random shapes on each other. It was true bliss in her eyes. “You think your mom is back with the movie yet?” Robin broke the comfortable silence with a whisper. Y/N shrugged, pulling her hand away from where it was playing with Robin’s short hair.

“We would have heard her car so probably not,” She answered, shifting as she propped her elbow up. Robin automatically rolled onto her back, gazing up at Y/N with big blue eyes that sparkled in the silver moonlight, the sounds of frogs and crickets filling the silent room again as they enjoyed the company of each other. “Steve is probably taking forever to lock up the store and she’s probably waiting for him to leave so we don’t start without him.” She hypothesized, looking down at Robin again.

Robin hummed, nodding as she pictured Steve fumbling around with his keys, trying each one to figure out which one locked the store door. “He can never remember which key goes to what. We should get him a label maker so he can label them.” She suggested making Y/N snort out a laugh, flopping on her back, untangling themselves from each other completely.

“Are we really going to be that couple that gives friends stationary for presents,” She asked, lulled her head to the side to gaze at Robin who shrugged, pulling a face that asked her why they couldn’t be. “Because those couples are the boring couple that never get invited to any parties people actually want to have fun at.” She answered Robin’s silent question.”

“Fair point.” Robin agreed just as Y/N’s bedroom door opened. The two girls pulled themselves up, looking at the door as Joyce popped her head in.

“Sorry to interrupt girls night, but Steve is here with the movies and I got the snacks, come on out to the living room.” She told them, leaving the door open as she disappeared down the hall, getting Jonathan from his room. Silently, the girls rolled off Y/N’s bed and shuffled out into the living room, being greeted by Steve and Will placing bowls of chips and popcorn on the coffee table that already had a display of soda and water sitting on it.

“Hey, Dingus,” Robin greets Steve as she brushed past him to sit on the couch. “Will.” She nodded at the younger boy, slapping hands with him in a greeting as he sat beside her.

“Hi, Robin.” Steve breathed out, taking a seat in the armchair, cracking open a can of soda, taking a drink. Y/N stepped over his sprawled-out legs, plunking herself down on the other side of Robin, her feet kicking up to rest on her lap comfortably.

“Where are the other kids?” Y/N wondered, looking over her shoulder at Steve as he sat his open soda down, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

“Dustin is sick, Max is busy being grounded, Lucas is sulking being Max is grounded, and Mike is at a family dinner with his grandparents,” Steve listed off the location of each kid easily. Making Robin laugh. “What?” Steve asked with furrowed brows as he grabbed a chip, crunching on it instantly before wiping his hands on his jeans, bouncing his knee.

“Oh nothing, it’s just that you’re such a mom.” Robin made fun of him, her hands resting on Y/N’s ankles as Joyce walked back in with Jonathan in tow looking like he just woke up from a nap, the pair sitting on the other couch.

“So, Steve,” Joyce started, reaching for two sodas, handing one to Jonathan. Robin reached over, collecting three and placed them in her lap. “What movie is first?” She asked as Y/N and Will each plucked a can from Robin’s lap, opening them at the same time, both cans hissing loudly.

“Have no idea, let Will pick-”

“Rawhead Rex!” Will interrupted excitedly, shocking Joyce since she obviously hadn’t picked that one up.

“Wiliam Byers, did you pick that up without me knowing?”

“No, please, I don’t like scary movies!” Joyce and Y/N said at the same time.

“Which is exactly why I didn’t pick any scary movies, mister.” Joyce told Will in a semi-scolding manner.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll protect you from the scary movie.” Robin looked over at her, her tone somewhat teasingly. Joyce cooed at this, tilting her head slightly.

“Aw, you two are so cute together,” She sighed longingly. “Wish I had had someone like that in high school.”

____

“I’m heading out for a date mom,” Y/N announced as she walked down the hall from her room, slinging her purse over her shoulder. Joyce opened her bedroom door, popping her head out just as Y/N was about to walk past, scarring her daughter. “Jesus mom,” She exclaimed, her hand flying to her chest as her heart tried to calm down. “You scared me! I thought you were in the kitchen!”

“Sorry dear,” She apologized, opening her door all the way and stepping out of her room all dressed up. Y/N furrowed her brows at her mom’s appearance. She was awfully dressy for a night home alone. Parting her lips as she followed her mother into the living room, she went to say something but Joyce interrupted. “You said you were going on a date, but I don’t see a car.” She pointed out as she looked out the window.

“I’m actually driving tonight.” Y/N explained before opening her mouth the ask her mother about her plans for the night.

“How progressive,” Joyce smiled, turning to face her daughter again, clasping her hands together. “I love a good feminist moment, you have fun on your date and tell me all about it when you get home.”

“So I can have the car,” Y/N asked tentatively. She had assumed that her mother would take the night to relax as this would be the first night in years she has to be home alone. Joyce nodded, looking at her daughter oddly as she tossed the car keys towards her from the bowl by the door. “You don’t have plans? You seem like you do.” Y/N pressed, not wanting to ruin her mother’s plans.

“Oh, I do have plans, I have a date.” Joyce confirmed as if it was nothing. Y/N sputtered, taken aback by this information and how nonchalantly her mother just disclosed it. She watched her mother walk into the kitchen as if it was any other day.

“If you have a date then you need the car, I’ll figure out how to work around not having a car right now-” Y/N rushed into the kitchen behind her, holding the keys out to Joyce who shook her head, pushing her hand away and cutting her off.

“No, I don’t need the car, he’s picking me up here, you go on your date with the car and have fun!” Joyce told her, grabbing Y/N’s shoulders and forcing her to turn around.

“But, this is your first date since Bob died. Do you want me to stay home in case you need to bail? What if something goes wrong and you can’t reach me or Hopper? What if this guy is secretly a mad scientist connected to the Upside Down? What if he’s just a horrible person-” Y/N rambled, fighting against her mother’s hold as she pushed her towards the door.

“Trust me, Y/N,” Joyce started, opening the front door as Y/N continued to ramble off scenarios that could possibly go wrong. “None of that is going to be an issue. I know this guy, you know this guy. He is perfectly safe and I will be fine. Besides, this isn’t even our first date.”

“Mom-” She tried to say something but was cut off by her own mother all but pushing her out of the house. She let out a shriek, stumbling along the porch.

“Go on your date, Y/N and don’t come back until your date is finished.” Joyce warned, closing and locking the front door. Her face was glaring at Y/N through one of the small windows at the top of their door, almost daring her not to go on the date. Huffing, Y/N turned on her heel and headed off to the car.

____

Joyce’s mysterious date had been pushed into the back of Y/N’s mind the second she saw Robin open her front door. Now, it wasn’t even a thought in her head, all her mind could focus on was the way she felt as Robin’s lips traced down her neck, pecking and sucking as they went. Airy moans left her mouth as she squirmed under her girlfriend, her nearly bare back rubbing against the cold backseat of the car. “Oh god-” She whimpered as Robin’s lips travelled lower, dancing dangerously along the cup of her bra, her fingertips just barely slipping under the underwire. “Oh god!” She gasped when her eyes fluttered open after seeing the flash of red and blue hues on her eyelids.

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” Robin pulled her lips from Y/N breast, looking up at her flirtatiously thinking her exclamation was from pleasure, not fear. Her face fell when she noted the wideness of Y/N’s eyes and flashing lights reflecting off her glistening face.

“That’s fucking Hopper,” Y/N hissed as they both scrambled to sit up, Y/N’s arms crossed over her bra-clad chest. They both tried to squint through the fogged-up back windshield, seeing two figures getting out of the car, the beam of a flashlight clicking on. “Shit, where is my shirt?” She panicked, looking around until Robin threw it at her.

“Duck,” Robin pushed Y/N and herself down as the beam of the flashlight swept over the back window. Grunting, Y/N tried to wiggle around and pull the shirt over her head as Robin watched the beam of light. “He’s looking in the woods, let’s crawl out the front seats!” Robin ushered her, letting her crawl over the console first.

“Something tells me we’re not gonna make it to the front seat,” Y/N trailed off as her eyes squinted at the brightness of the flashlight pointed right at her through the driver’s side window. “Hi, Hop,” She smiled, waving awkwardly. In response, Hopper simply pulled the backseat door open, revealing Joyce standing there, looking confused. “Mom, what are you doing here? I thought you were out on a date?” Y/N froze, her knee digging uncomfortably into the middle console.

“I am on my date, we were heading to the restaurant after the movie when we saw the car looking abandoned.” Joyce explained.

“Your date was with Hopper? You’re dating Hopper?” Y/N asked, shocked as she crawled out of the backseat, Robin following closely.

“You didn’t know that?” Robin asked her as if it was obvious.

“No!”

“Your date was with Robin?” Joyce ignored the two girls, her brows furrowed.

“You didn’t know they were dating?” Hopper looked at Joyce as he pointed his finger at the pair.

“No idea.” Joyce shook her head.

“You two are really oblivious. Everyone knew both of these things,” Hopper informed them with a laugh, earning two glares from Y/N and Joyce. “Well, anyway, we’ve got a reservation-”

“Wait,” Joyce interrupted him. “I thought you guys were just friends-” Joyce pointed to Y/N and Robin who both shrugged sheepishly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked her daughter, slightly embarrassed for not realizing and a bit let down that she didn’t tell her.

“I thought you knew.”

“Well, now that I do know, I want to get to know Robin as your girlfriend so would you guys like to accompany us to our dinner reservations?” Joyce asked, her eyes wide as she hoped her daughter would say yes. She always knew that she liked girls, but she had no idea they were dating.

“Only if I get to drill Hopper with questions to make sure he’s good enough for you.” Y/N playfully glared at Hopper, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Deal.” Joyce nodded firmly.

[jeonsjiddies]

Not Afraid | jjk (m)

Summary - Jungkook helps you change your flat tire, and teaches you how to let go.

Word Count -  3816

Pairing - Jungkook x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings -  dom!jungkook, fingering, bondage, breast play, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, rough sex

a/n: another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

Driving home from university on a hot Tuesday afternoon, you sang along to the radio at the top of your lungs.You sped down the highway (still following the speed limit- for the most part. Didn’t most cops give a 5mph grace?) when your car started shaking and swerving. You put your flashers on and pulled over underneath an overpass bridge. You got out and realized you had a flat tire. 

“Crap,” you mumbled, pulling out your spare from the back and staring at it.

You didn’t know how to change a tire. You groaned, kicking the stone wall in frustration. You heard a hissing noise from behind some chipped off stones, and out jumped a snake. You screamed, fumbling away from it. Suddenly, a tall man in a black leather jacket appeared. He fearlessly grabbed the snake by the head so it couldn’t bite him, and walked it over to a grassy area, tossing it free.

“Are you oka-” he began when you threw yourself at him, hugging him. 

Your hands then pressed against his chest. 

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you rushed out.

Being pressed against him felt so good. Your hands slid down his chiseled abdomen slowly, mesmerized. You jumped back to reality, your gaze flickering up to his face, startled. You stood there, frozen, gazes locked together, your hands splayed across the top of his jeans. 

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” you squeaked, cheeks heating up as you stumbled away from him and his amused expression. 

“Oh, don’t mind me. I was enjoying the show,” he smirked. 

You almost died right then and there. From this new angle, you saw his deliciously tanned skin, deep brown eyes and razor sharp jawline, but soft, round features. He was gorgeous, erotic, he was…

“Jungkook?” you gasped, recognizing the boy from school. 

“Hey, Y/N.” he grinned.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” you smiled. “What are you doing here?” 

“I saw you were having car trouble and I stopped to make sure you were okay.”  

You and Jungkook weren’t exactly friends, but you were one of the few people  who didn’t treat him like trash, so you were friendly in classes and the hallways.

“I got a flat tire. I have a spare but I don’t know how to change it.” you sighed.

“I can help you with that. Do you have a jack?”  

“Uh…” you looked in the back and shook your head.

“I do, at my place. Come on,” he motioned to his bike. 

He handed you a helmet and you climbed onto the seat behind him, clutching his torso for dear life. Jungkook’s  body felt so good to touch, it made you hold on a little tighter than necessary. He wasn’t even going that fast. He rode down the highway, turning into his apartment complex. You hopped of the bike, your whole body still vibrating from the purr of the engine. 

“Whoa,” you swayed.

“First time?”  

You nodded.

“I’m honored to have been your first ride,” he smirked, making you blush at the implied meaning.

That bike wasn’t the only thing you wanted to ride…  He grabbed the jack from inside, while you looked around.

“Got it,” he said, suddenly standing behind you, his body head radiating onto your back, breath fanning against your ear. 

You visibly shivered, causing him to chuckle.

“Let’s go, princess.”  

You climbed back on the bike, more aware of his body between your legs than before. He rode back to your car and jacked it up, using the tools he’d brought he took off the old tire and put on the new one. He eased your car back to the ground.

“Good as new,” he beamed, “I’ll follow you home just to be sure that it’s all safe.”

“Thank you, Jungkook. You’re amazing,” you gushed.

He blushed and nodded, crawling back onto his bike and following you to your house. He got off the bike and walked up to you.

“Check your tire pressure in a couple days but other than that it seemed to drive fine.”  

“Okay. Do you want a drink or something?” you gestured to your house. “You really saved me today and I just want to repay you.”

“Sure,“ he smiled.

You led him inside, giving him some iced tea.

“Hungry?” you offered him a plate of cookies your mom had left out when she’d gone to night shift. 

“Thanks,” he smiled, taking one and biting in. 

He closed his eyes and let out a low moan that melted your insides. You pressed your thighs together.

“This cookie is orgasmic.” Jungkook told you, and you just giggled nervously.

“Oh, I forgot to give you the grand tour,” you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen. 

You let go as soon as you realized what you’d done and showed him the downstairs before heading up the stairs.

“Last but not least, where I sleep,” you said, sitting on the bed.

“Nice.”  

“You’re the first guy that’s been up here,” you admitted.

“Oh, another honor of being your first,” he winked.

You covered your face, laughing.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“But didn’t you, Y/N?” the corner of his lip tugged upwards as he stalked towards you, almost like a predator closing in on its’ prey.

Your throat went dry as he placed his hand on your knee, leaning closer.

“Y/N?” your mom called up the stairs, “honey whose motorcycle is outside?”

Jungkook froze, your eyes popped open wide.

“She’s supposed to be at work.”  

“I’m not supposed to be here, am I?” 

You shook your head.

“Shit,” he mumbled, glancing at the window.  

“Don’t go. I have a plan. Come on.” 

You led him downstairs and stopped in front of your mom.

“Y/N, what-” she stopped and stared at Jungkook,  “Who are you? Why is he here? What were you doing up there?” she accused.

“Jungkook helped me change my flat tire and I didn’t have any cash on me but I wanted to repay him so he followed me here so I could get into my savings jar.” 

Jungkook nodded, furthering your story by pulling out a stack of one dollar bills from his pocket.

“Oh, well thank you… Jungkook…” your mom smiled wearily.

“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Y/L/N.”  

“Would you like to stay for dinner? As a thank you? I got off work early and I was going to make steak,” she offered.

“I’d like that,” Jungkook smiled. “At home it’d be me and a frozen dinner.”

“A growing boy needs a home cooked meal,” she clapped, “if you go back into your room, leave the door open Y/N.”

Your whole face felt hot  and you just nodded, dragging Jungkook up the stairs.

“I’m so sorry,” you groaned.

“Don’t be, she’s sweet.”  

“If you say so,” you mumbled.

You and Jungkook hung out in your room, talking and laughing and getting to know each other better. He told you how he became interested in tattoos, even learning how to tattoo someone himself, though he hadn’t had time to do it professionally with school. Tou told him that you’d never done anything half as exciting as that. The both of you kept moving closer unconsciously, until you were sitting cross legged on your bed, knees touching. You bit your bottom lip nervously. Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut.

“Y/N, it’s taking every bit of self control I’ve got not to attack you right now, please don’t make this any harder than it already is,” he groaned.

“Attack me?” you asked.

Jungkook lowered his voice, giving you a dangerous look. 

“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you? From the moment you touched me at the bridge, I’ve wanted you. Even before that. You’re so kind to me, so pure and sweet. But I see the way you look at me. The way you want me. Then you bring me to your bed and you tease me, but I can’t have you. Your mom is downstairs. If she weren’t here right now, I’d have you screaming my name, begging me for more, I’d fuck you so good you’d be limping for days,” he growled, voice barely audible.

You sucked in a breath, using every ounce of willpower you possessed not to jump on him.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you babygirl?” he purred. “You want my hands all over you, my tongue-”

“Y/N! Jungkook! Dinner,” your mom called.

Your face was hot from Jungkook’s dirty words, and he had to adjust himself before going downstairs. 

“I’m starved,” he smirked, “but I really just want dessert,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling it before walking away. 

You nearly fainted, but you followed him down to the kitchen.  You sat next to him at the table.

“Wow Mrs. Y/L/N, this looks amazing,” Jungkook smiled innocently. 

You  pressed your legs together desperate for any kind of relief. Jungkook smiled, placing a hand on your bare thigh under the table. Your eyes widened, and you looked at him. He just smiled politely, eyes focused ahead on what your mother was saying. Your dad came in and introduced himself. Your parents made idle conversation, they asked questions, but you could barely pay attention with Jungkook’s fingers dancing on your skin, so close to where you wanted him, but not close enough. As you were explaining the events of the day to your father, Jungkook’s fingers found their way past the hem of your shorts. You choked on your water.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook feigned concern.

“I’m fine. Wrong pipe,” you coughed, gripping his knee as a warning, pushing your legs together. 

He easily spread them apart again, because, did you really want him to stop? His fingers slithered past your underwear, teasing your slit. 

“This steak is so moist,” Jungkook grinned.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” your mom smiled.

You rolled your eyes, until he slipped one finger inside you. You bit down on your lip to avoid moaning. Jungkook didn’t even glance your way as he added another, pumping in and out of your heat seamlessly. His arm was barely moving. His thumb  rubbed circles around your clit, and you jumped a little. You dug your nails into his leg as his skilled fingers started moving faster, curling and hitting all the best places, making the electricity in your core build fast. You whimpered quietly as he shifted the angle, hitting your G-spot again.

“Are you okay, honey?” your dad asked.

“Yea-yeah. I just… ohhh.. My head hurts,” you moaned out.

“Do you need to be excused?” your dad asked.

“No…” you choked out breathlessly, “I’m okay.” 

“Okay,” he gave you a concerned look and started asking your mother about her day.

Jungkook leaned over and whispered hotly in your ear.

“Such a naughty girl, you don’t want to get caught do you? But it feels so good, doesn’t it? My fingers deep in your soaking pussy.  You act so innocent, I knew you’d be a dirty girl for me.” he purred quietly, so only you could hear. 

“Jungkook,” you gasped quietly, warning him that your orgasm was quickly approaching.

“Let it go baby, but be quiet.” 

He smirked, quickening the pace of his fingers. You covered your head with your arms, biting down on one to stifle the loud moan that left your lips as you rode out your high on Jungkook’ fingers, shaking from the explosion deep inside your core.

“Y/N?” your mom questioned.

“I think it’s a stress headache,” you croaked out. “Maybe I should go lay down. I’ll walk Jungkook out.”

“Okay honey, feel better. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

“Pleasure was mine.”  

“Come again soon,” she told him and he just smirked at you.

“I will.” 

Once you got outside, you hit his arm. 

“You’re such an asshole!” you hissed.

“You loved it.,” he laughed. 

You tugged on his shirt and he stepped closer to you.

“There’s more where that came from baby girl. I’m gonna show you how good I can make you feel,” he growled  “if your parents weren’t watching us from the window, I’d kiss you.”

“Now you’re scared?” you scoffed.

His eyes darkened and he pulled you against him roughly, kissing you hard and fast, making you dizzy. His tongue battled yours and his hands gripped your sides, grinding you into him. It was like a grenade had exploded in your mind, almost as good as the orgasm. He pulled away and licked his lips suggestively.

“I’m not afraid of anything, baby,” he winked, jumping on his bike and riding away.

Over the course of the next few weeks, all you could think about was Jungkook. Jungkook’s lips on yours, his fingers, daydreaming about other areas of his anatomy… All you wanted to do was to see how he could keep his word but he had other ideas. He loved to rile you up, then leave you wanting more, saying “it will be worth the wait baby.” Jungkook would sneak up behind you in the hallway, covering your eyes, whispering in your ear with that husky voice “guess who?”  and you like to tease him too.

“Tae?” You pretend- guessed.

Jungkook spun you around in a flash, pinning you against your locker, capturing your lips in a hot, jealous kiss.

“Does Tae kiss you like that?” Jungkook growled. 

“Well now that you mention it…” 

“Oh you’re so in for it,” his fingers dug into your side and you let out a shriek as he tickled you. 

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” You screamed, laughing. 

“That’s right baby, scream my name. Just how I like it, ” he joked, pulling you into a seemingly innocent hug, if it weren’t for his hot breath murmuring dirty things in your ear. 

You went weak against him and he pressed his hard on into your hips, to help keep you up and also to tease you. You whimpered like an injured puppy, grinding against him, but he pulled away. 

“Mmm… so hot for me baby,” he cooed, “maybe if you behaved and didn’t tease me, I wouldn’t have to tease you.“

“I’ll stop I swear,” You promised. 

He grabbed your ass, pulling you in for a fast kiss. The warning bell rang and he took your hand innocently, walking you to class. This hot and cold had shivers running down your spine. He kissed your forehead and went to his own class. 

Later, as you cuddled in his bed, you finally broke. 

“Babe, you’ve been teasing me for weeks. I want you,” you whined. 

“Okay.” 

“Really? Okay?” you gasped. 

“Yeah, but I want you to beg for it. Beg for me,” he smirked, “tell me how badly you need my big, thick cock in your little wet pussy. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” 

His eyes were dark and dangerous and you were already dripping as you sat up on your knees, looking up at him. 

“Jungkook, please,” you begged, too desperate to be embarrassed, “Please I need you inside me right now. I need to feel your hands on me. I can’t stop thinking about how good your fingers felt inside me. You’re all I think about, I’m going insane. Fuck, please.”  

“Mmm.. that’s it baby girl. You want me to make you feel good?” he purred. 

“Yes, please. Fuck Jungkook, I’m literally begging you. I’ll do anything,” you whimpered. 

“Anything?” 

“Literally anything. I need you that badly.” 

“Strip,” He instructed, standing up and walking over to his closet and pulling something out. 

You did as told without hesitation. Some might call you whipped, but it was more like sexual desperation. You’d been allowed to have a sample, but you needed the real thing. You’d been teased and provoked for weeks, and you were ready to burst. 

“Lay back, baby,” He said softly, and you did.

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, smirking at you.

“Are you ready?”  

Your eyes went wide and you nodded, moving your hands up to the headboard so he could cuff them. 

“Now, this is going to be different, but I want you to stop thinking so much and just feel what I’m doing to you. Can you do that?”  

“Yes,” you breathed out in excitement . 

He pulled out a large bandana, covering your eyes with it and securing it around your head.  You couldn’t even see any light filtering in through the fabric, it was just darkness. You heard Jungkook’ belt buckle and assumed he was undressing. You felt his body hovering over yours. 

“Mmm… you look so fucking good all tied up and ready for me. I’m going to make you feel so amazing baby girl,” he licked a stripe from the sensitive space below your ear down to your collarbone, nibbling gently. 

You felt something soft tickle your breasts, causing your nipples to perk up. The strange soft object was ghosted across your alert nipples and you bit your lip and shivered. 

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”  

You didn’t skip a beat, “yes.” 

“Good girl.”  

Everywhere the soft tickling sensation went, Jungkook lips followed close behind. He sucked on your breasts, teeth gently tugging on your erect nipples. You groaned quietly. His wet mouth on your sensitive skin was almost too much. He licked a bold line across them, blowing cold air on the wet skin, and you shook in anticipation.  Jungkook treated your body like a temple, worshipping every inch of your skin, telling you how flawless you were, how much he craved you. His mouth slowly, tantalizingly slowly, worked its way down your body, leaving little love bites, kissing and licking and teasing. You felt the soft tickle on your heat, so ready for his mouth to follow, but it didn’t. He teased your slit with the soft touches and kissed your mouth tenderly. 

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look, all open and ready for me. You’re a fucking goddess, y/n. I bet you taste so good, so sweet,” he told you, nibbling on your bottom lip. 

Your mouth fell open in awe at how his words affected you, how even a simple kiss had you writhing, how not being able to see made everything so much more intense, or maybe it was just Jungkook. Jungkook’s mouth left yours, and you missed his body heat pressed against yours until you felt him press soft kisses at your entrance. Finally, he was where you needed him. His tongue darted out unexpectedly, licking and swirling against your sensitive clit. You moaned quietly. His fingers snaked their way into your dripping core, curling just right, just like they had that night at dinner, only better. 

You arched your back off the bed, trying to handle your fingers in his hair, but your movements were halted by the cuffs. Jungkook fingered you quickly, pumping in and out hard and fast, but his tongue danced slowly on your little nub, the different tempos making your head spin. You were already close, his magic fingers working inside you, his delicious tongue bringing you so close to the edge. Your high crashed over you and your breath hitched, you couldn’t even make sound, just sucked in your breath as the most amazing feeling washed over you. 

Jungkook continued working on your pussy until he knew your high had come back down. Your breathing was labored and he grinned, loving what he could do to you. You felt completely spent, and you thought that was the end of it, until you heard a foil wrapper being opened. You weren’t sure if you could handle anything else with how sensitive your clit felt, but you sure as hell weren’t going to pass up this opportunity. Jungkook lined himself up at your sensitive, dripping entrance. He reached up and took off your blindfold, and the first thing you saw was his gorgeous face smiling down at you, meeting your eyes. 

“I wanted to be able to see your eyes for this part.” He told you, leaning down to kiss you gently, slowly sliding inside of you. 

You gasped, feeling over sensitive and wanting more at the same time. Jungkook moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, then he started going faster. The faster Jungkook snapped his hips, the louder you moaned, Jungkook encouraging you obviously. 

“That’s it baby, let it out, I want the neighbors to know who’s making you feel this good.”  

“Fuck, Jungkook, oh…” you nearly screamed “faster please please please.” 

Jungkook pumped in and out of you faster, rougher, causing the headboard to smack against the wall with a loud thud each time. Your whole body rocked along with the force of his thrusts, and you thought you might actually faint. You were flying, soaring, floating, you couldn’t describe it. You were in another world with Jungkook deep inside you, filling an empty space inside you that you didn’t even know existed. It was like you were incomplete until this moment, and Jungkook became a part of you, closing the gap. Your high was coming again, even more intense than the last. You could barely breathe, you couldn’t even get his name out of your mouth to warn him, you couldn’t do anything but feel the ridiculous ecstasy, bliss, delicious feeling that swallowed you whole. 

You screamed out, the most intense orgasm of your life surrounding you in immeasurable pleasure. Jungkook came soon after, and slowed his pace after riding out your highs together. He collapsed next to you, breathing as ragged as your own. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak for a moment. You glanced over at him, looking like a snack- no, a five course meal- skin shimmering with sweat. He was perfection and you couldn’t believe he was really here, that you’d really just had sex with him. But it had been more than sex, it was hot and sensual and overwhelming and erotic but it was also two souls intertwining, like coming home after being gone for so long. It was like you belonged there with Jungkook, and you were finally where you were meant to be.  

“Jungkook?” You asked breathlessly.

“Hmm?” He looked at you, worn and sleepy. 

“You’re fucking amazing.”  

“Fucked you that good?” he laughed. 

“Gosh yes, but like… all of you. You’re an amazing person. I’m really glad I met you.”  

He gathered you up in his arms, kissing the top of your head and holding you close. 

“I’m glad I met you too, y/n. You’re incredible,” he cooed. 

You didn’t even try to get up for hours, you knew your legs wouldn’t work after the pounding you’d just had, but you didn’t want to move anyway. The only place you wanted to be was wrapped up in Jungkook’ arms, where you were safe and cherished and not afraid of anything. 

[blueeyedheizer]

hotel room - four/billy (smut)

REQUEST: Billy or frank fake dating?? Maybe fluffy and a bit smutty?? Haha love your stuff💙

A/N: there isn't much fake dating but I tried to keep it fluffy and smutty. Thank you for requesting !

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"One room please." you smiled at the receptionist, feeling Four's hand on your waist pulling you closer. Taken aback by the sudden gesture, you had to fight the startled look on your face as you were forced to make eye contact with the woman in front of you.

"Would you like a single or a double room?"

"Single."

"Double."

Your eyes widened and you gave a discreet yet harsh kick to Four's foot, side-eyeing him with a cold glare.

"We'll take a single room. Thank you." Fortunately, the receptionist only chuckled as she typed on the computer, seemingly not finding your disagreement suspicious.

"Under what name?"

"Jones." you blurted out randomly. The receptionist then reached behind and grabbed a key off the wooden shelf before handing it over to you.

"Here's your key; room 305, second floor. Enjoy your stay!" you both thanked her and made your way to the stairs, Four's hand leaving your waist as soon as you were out of sight.

"Two rooms, are you serious?" you whisper-yelled.

"Hey, we never discussed that!"

"We're supposed to be a married couple, of course we're taking a single room!" you exclaimed, rolling your eyes as you reached your room. Four opened it and cautiously looked around to make sure no one was around before locking the door behind you.

You tossed your bag on the bed and rubbed the heel of your hand against your forehead in frustration. Four watched your reaction and let out an amused scoff.

"She's just the receptionist, Eight, it's not that big of a deal."

With one last glance his way and a tut you fell on the bed, sighing loudly. You were glad it had a decent amount of room for you both.

"We're inside. Room 305" Four spoke through his mic.

"Alright. Two and Three are room 280. I'm going in with Five." One's voice answered on the other side. There was a pause. "Hey, Four?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't have too much fun."

"Oh, fuck off." he mumbled, rolling his eyes before turning the mic off and tossing it on the bedside table. A slight tint of pink began to color his cheeks and he cleared his throat, trying to brush the thoughts that accompanied One's words from his mind.

"This has to be the worst idea One has come up with so far. Who the hell decides to spend a night in a hotel where some crazy psychopath is planning his next attack?!" you complained, rubbing your hand over your face and sighing loudly.

"Are you afraid?" Four asked and you stayed silent for a moment, sighing softly as you turned so that your back was facing him.

"Of course i'm afraid." you admitted. There was no point in denying it. "Who knows what he might do while everyone's asleep?" You felt Four sit on the bed and closed your eyes, dreading the conversation awaiting you. You hated showing your vulnerable side, especially now that you had joined the Underground; there was no room for weakness. But after all you were still human and very much alive, avoiding your fear wasn't the easiest part of the job.

"He's not going to do anything. We're tracking him, we know his every move. One gets an alert every time he leaves his room."

You shrugged in response, pouting as your hands hands slipped under your head on the pillow. You inhaled then exhaled deeply, trying to calm your nerves as you still weren't fully convinced.

"Hey, you're safe here. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." you turned to lay on your back again and gave him a small smile, mentally apologizing for snapping at him.

"Promise you won't help him murder us in our sleep?" you joked and he let out a laugh, moving to lay down next to you.

"I'll spare your life, promise." he teased. You scrunched your nose at him, feigning a mocking expression before raising your eyes back to the ceiling, smiling. A couple of seconds went by and you felt him tentatively poke a finger into your side, causing you to jump.

"Don't even think about it, Four."

"What? You're ticklish?" he tried again and you slapped his hand away, biting down on your lips to try not to let any giggle out of your mouth.

"Fuck off!"

"You're ticklish."

Without warning he climbed over you, his legs on either side of you and pinning you to the bed as his fingers dug into your sides. You squealed and immediately burst out laughing, tears quickly forming in your eyes as you tried to push his hands away, squirming underneath him.

"Stop!" you shout between laughs as you tried to push him off, punching his chest with both hands. "I can't— breathe!"

"What? Isn't that what happy married couples do?"

"Fuck off! Stop, please!" He laughed at you and his hands eventually stilled, allowing you to catch your breath. But he didn’t move from his position, body hovering yours as he looked down at you with a grin. Your laughter gradually died down, both your smiles fading and cheeks heating up quickly as you suddenly became very aware of the proximity.

Four's eyes searched yours for a moment, looking for a sign that you and him both wanted the same thing. Your gaze darted back and forth between his eyes and his lips and you answered his unspoken question with a gentle nod, giving him your consent. Within the next seconds he leaned forward and pressed your lips together in a soft kiss, letting out a sigh of relief when you lips touched. You leaned up into the kiss, enjoying the feel of your lips moving in sync against each other, your breathing coming out slowly through your nose as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

By the time you parted from the kiss you were both panting, foreheads still pressed against one another as you smiled sweetly, a slight blush tinting your cheeks. Then Four leaned down again, kissing you once more before letting his lips move down to your jawline and neck.

You tilted your head back, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth when he nibbled on a particular spot, a soft moan leaving your mouth as your hands tangled in his hair.

"Can I touch you?" Four asked almost shyly, pulling back enough to look into your eyes. Your lips tilted up into a smile and you nodded your head, whispering the word "yes". Then you leaned your head up to close the gap between you again, your hands soon leaving his neck to unbutton and unzip your jeans just enough for him to slide his hand down into them.

"Shit..." you moaned out in a whisper, closing your eyes as his hand came in contact with your center, his fingers beginning to rub circles over your clit. Your hands moved behind his neck in response and your hips started to move, seeking more friction as you panted softly against his lips. Four tilted his head down to nip at your ear as he slipped his hand past your underwear and glided two fingers into you, effortlessly angling them just right and pumping them at the perfect pace, drawing a soft gasp out of you. You managed to tug your pants and underwear lower to give him easier access to your body, moaning as he pushed his fingers deeper in response.

It felt euphoric, the pleasure rapidly spreading to every nerve of your body. The coil in your stomach tightened embarrassingly fast, but you couldn’t care less at this point.

"Four, I— fuck." you tried to speak but all you could manage were whimpers and moans as your mind blurred with pleasure, your body tensing up as your right hand came to grip his hair while the other fisted onto the sheets. It didn't take long for you to continuously gasp and moan in the rhythm of his movements, and with a couple more thrust of his fingers you came with a drawn out cry, mouth falling open and head thrown back against the pillow, back arching while your fingers gripped the sheets. Four guided you through it all, whispering words of praise in your ear, kissing down your neck and only removing his fingers once you were completely finished.

You smiled as you calmed down from your high, your hands coming up to rest on his cheeks. Then you pulled him closer to you and reconnected your lips with his for a passionate kiss. His hand that wasn't holding him up above you went down to his belt, undoing it before pulling it off all while never breaking the kiss.

But before this could go any further, you were interrupted by three knocks on the door. You cursed under your breath, eyes growing wide in panic as you quickly pushed him off your body to get dressed. Four's expression mirrored your panicked one as he pulled his pants up and fixed his hair, trying his best not to look suspicious in case someone from the team was behind the door.

Then you ran to the bathroom and locked yourself there, running the shower water while Four answered the door.

About a minute later your heard the door close and cracked the bathroom door open, carefully peeping through the small gap before walking out.

"What was it?" you frowned, noticing the blush that was forming on Four's cheeks.

"Someone complained about the noise."

you froze, jaw dropping and gaping at him with wide eyes.

"But I— I..." you paused, unable to find a good combination of words. Then you let out a breath you were holding before speaking again. "...please tell me you're joking."

Four gave you a half amused, half apologetic smile as he shook his head which caused you to curse and hide your face in embarrassment. With a smile, he walked up to you and removed your hands from your face, chuckling before placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Do you think they believe in the married couple thing now?"

[linasobsessions]

Are you sure about that? OR 4 times you were just a hookup + the one time you weren't {Matthew Tkachuk}

AN: First time writing on this blog after probably one and a half years. But this idea just kinda stuck in my head

Word count: 3.2k

1.

Hooking up with Matthew was easy. The first time he took you home was after a night out at a local bar with his teammates, just having won an important game and being a step closer to clinching a playoff spot. You had been out with your girlfriends trying to escape the stress of college exams.

You already had a couple of drinks and since your friends were much wilder than you, you decided to get some water to sober up a little. At least one of you had to stay conscious this time and not black out. Waiting on your drink you tapped your fingers on the wood of the bar to the beat of the music playing in the background when you felt another person sliding in next to you.

Deciding to ignore it you took your water that was finally handed to you. You pulled some bills out of your pocket to pay but were stopped midway.

"Put it on my tab."

The deep voice left a shiver down your spine as you turned your head to look at the man next to you. The first thing you noticed was the curly blonde mop of hair on his head, wild and tamed at the same time with racing stripes shaves into the sides. You let your eyes wander to his face, over his sharp, scruffy jawline to his clear blue eyes. His lips wore an smirk that made you want to roll your eyes at him as the next sentence left his mouth.

"Are you Tennessee?"

He went back to smirking as you only raised your left eyebrow. He leaned down so his mouth was close to your ear, making sure you heard every word he said. This could either go really good or really bad.

"Because you're the only ten I see."

Now you did roll your eyes. And it seemed like he was enjoying that he was annoying you. You leaned back to get more distance between the two of you and looked into his eyes. They shone with mischief and you made it your mission to put him in his place.

"Did this line ever really work?"

He shook his head and looked down at the beer in his hand. You noticed his hands fidgeting around the bottle. Was he nervous?

"No. But I thought someone like you would be annoyed at a line like this. And I was right. You see, it's kind of like my job to get under people's skin and it seems to work outside of that too. I'm Matthew."

He held his hand out to you. And as much as he annoyed you, you were intrigued by him as a person. He seemed like someone you had to get to know. So you accepted his handshake and told him your name as well. Back was the smirk on his face and you knew another remark would follow.

"It fits. A gorgeous name for a gorgeous person."

Your head snapped down in an attempt to hide the blush that was spreading over your cheeks. Grumbling a 'shut up' while shoving his shoulder. That pick up line started out an amazing conversation and at the end of the night you and Matthew were like old friends. During the conversation you switched back to cocktails so it was no surprise that you were getting more affectionate. While Matt was telling a story about how he beat up his younger brother Brady when he was twelve you couldn't help yourself to reach your hand out and run your hands through his curls. It was incredibly soft and your sexual frustration made you wonder what it would feel like to tug on it while his head was between your legs. Matt seemed to notice you starting to press your legs together to relive the pressure between your legs. Back was the smirk of the beginning of the night as he rested his hand on the top of your thigh and leaned in again. Your noses were brushing and if one of you moved only one inch your lips would touch. It made you restless.

"You wanna get out of here? My apartment is just around the corner."

You nodded and he paid for the drinks and pulled you outside to get to his apartment. The rest of the night was spent kissing each and every inch of skin with hands roaming around each other. Your bodies were moving in synch and if wouldn't have felt so amazing you might have been worried about the fact that his body felt familiar to you already.

When you were done he fell into the pillows next to you, both of you panting heavily. Assuming this would probably be a one time thing you got up to clean yourself up in the bathroom before starting to get dressed. Matthew lifted his head and looked at you through half-closed eyes. As he noticed you were getting dressed he sat up and fidgeted with his hands again.

"So this might sound weird. But can we do this again? I had a really good time tonight and I feel like we could be really good friends."

Confused by his words you raised an eyebrow for one last time that night. His face now wore a smug smile as his thoughts seemed to have traveled further.

"And the sex is great. So it would be a win-win situation for us. I just can't do a relationship right now and it would be cool if we'd have a casual thing."

As you shimmied back into your jeans you let out a giggle. And then you noticed your blouse on the floor. Ripped. He really had ripped your favorite blouse. Your eyes searched through his bedroom to find something else to wear. And you were successful. Grabbing the Grey hoddie laying on the floor and pulling it over your head you turned back to Matt to give him a cheeky grin.

"Well since we're friends now you won't mind me taking this, do you? Give me your phone so I can put my number in there."

He handed you his phone and you saved in your number with a wink emoji next to it. You gave it back to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"Until next time Matty."

And you were out of his apartment.

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2.

The the next couple of month the hookups with Matthew became more and more regular. But you also became really good friends. You hung out at his apartment a lot and you could talk about anything and everything for hours. The flutter of your heart and the butterflies in your stomach when you were with him were blatantly ignored. You couldn't afford to fall in love with him. He had been clear from the beginning that he wasn't looking for a relationship so you granted him his wish. That didn't mean that your heart didn't ache when his phone lit up with a text from another one of his hookups and he was quick to kick you out of his apartment. Not that you would ever tell him that though.

Even when you now were considered close friends it still surprised you when Matt invited you to a team party. They had clinched a playoff spot and were now celebrating it. At first you didn't want to go. You didn't know any of his teammates and in no way wanted to intrude on their celebration. But Matt had insisted.

"Come on, babe. I need you there. You're on of my closest friends. It wouldn't be the same without you."

Babe. That had been a nickname he began using for you. It didn't help the feelings blossoming in your chest. It made it even worse. And that's also what made you break in the end.

The amount of people in Mark Giordano's house was overwhelming. People were crowding around a beer pong table and you could see some space had been made in the dining room to have a dance floor. Matthew pulled you into the kitchen first. He knew you weren't that great with new people and really shy at first. So he would get you a drink to loosen up and make you more open. While your drink was strong he just grabbed himself a beer and pulled you further to the living room. He soon found Noah and Jonny who smirked as they saw him approach with you holding his hand. Noah saw this as an ultimate opportunity to tease Matt.

"Oh would you look at that! Chucky got himself a girl. About time!"

Your cheeks glowed with a blush while Matthew only laughed and made sure to disagree with him.

"Noah shut your mouth. This is my friend (Y/N). I told you about her."

You looked at Matthew with wide eyes. He had told his teammates about you? What else had he told them?

Noah and Jonny introduced themselves to you and before the conversation could start up again a brunette head full of locks pushed themselves between Matt, Noah, Jonny and yourself.

"Matthew you brought someone! We seriously need more girls here. To even out all this testosterone."

You blushed yet again. Why would they not stop assuming you were together. The girl grabbed your hand and gave you a bright smile.

"I'm Meredith, Jonny's fiancé. Come on. I'll introduce you to the rest of the girls."

Before you could say anything else, Meredith had already pulled you away from Matthew. The rest of the night wasn't as bad as you would have thought. The girls were incredibly nice and with a couple more drinks in you were dancing with all the girls. It was a fun time.

Something you didn't notice though, was that Matt was keeping an eye on you the entire night. And it was so blatantly obvious to everyone else except for you two. Jonny nudged Noah when he noticed Matt looking after you yet again.

"Just a hook up my ass. Look at him."

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3.

Sadly the season had ended sooner for the Flames than they would have liked. Being eliminated from the playoffs in the first round wasn't a great feeling and it was showing. The whole city felt like it was in a slump. You could only be thankful that Matt was back in St. Louis so he wouldn't have to witness it. Even if you missed his presence.

Back in St. Louis Matthew was also missing you. He had gotten so used to talkinh to you so often and spending time with you as much as he could that he swore that he was experiencing withdrawal symptoms. He constantly checked his phone to look if you had texted him and was looking through old photos of you. And again. It was incredibly obvious something had change.

Brady thought his brother was sick because he wasn't chirping him as much anymore. But then he heard Matt talking to you over the phone. He had never heard Matthew talk so soft with someone. Usually it always was snarky remarks and sometimes even straight up rudeness. But this was something else. Compliments, encouraging words and even the phrase 'I miss you'. There had to be something up with him. So he brought it up at breakfast the next morning.

Everyone else was already down at the kitchen table. Brady and Taryn were eating breakfast while Keith was reading the daily newspaper and Chantal making herself breakfast when Matthew came down. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, which he did. What his family didn't know tho was that he had been on the phone with you for hours, even falling asleep on facetime at about 3 am. Matt rubbed his eyes as he pulled a bowl out of a cabinet and made himself some cereal. And Brady, on brand with he was, saw the perfect opportunity to embarrass his big brother.

"Matt, who were you talking to last night?"

Matt's head shot up so fast it was almost impossible. The kitchen went silent as four pairs of eyes were now on Matthew's face. He felt a blush creep up on his cheeks. Chantal narrowed her eyes at her son's blushing cheeks. He never blushed. Not even when he was young and had his first crush on a girl. Never. So this was news to the whole family.

"Uhm-"

Matt brought his hand up to scratch the back of his newly cut hair. You had scolded him last night that he better get back to clagary with curls or else. You were about as intimidating as a playful puppy, but he would never tell you that.

"I talked to a friend. She's back in Calgary and going through a tough time with college right now. "

Now Taryn's eyes were the ones narrowing. Damn those Tkachuk girls and their true suspicions.

"A female friend? Is that even possible for you?"

Matthew rolled his eyes. Of course his sister would eventually chirp her brother. He should be used to it by now. No family member is safe from chirping. Maybe their mom. But otherwise no one.

"Yes a female friend. We only hooked up a couple of times. She's just a friend that I have fun with from time to time."

The whole family except for Matthew let out a groan. No one wanted to know what or who he was doing in his free time. But Brady was still not convinced with that answer. There had to be something else.

"I don't belive you. You would not be this soft for someone who is just a hook up or a friend. There's no way."

Matthew tilted his head at the statement of his brother as if he wanted to challenge Brady.

"Well she is. Don't put your nose in my business."

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4.

The emotion in the locker room were going wild. Defeating the leafs was one thing but defeating them at home with a shutout was something else. Matt had scored a goal so it was understandable he was over the moon. As they started to get out of their gear Matt looked at his phone. Just as he had expected it showed a text you sent immediately after the game. A smile lit up his face.

'Congratulations Superstar. You played a good game today, that goal was incredible. I'm so proud of you. Btw thanks for letting me stay at yours. I would have never been able to concentrate with my roommates at home.'

Gio, who had been aware of the situation with you both, noticed him looking down at his phone. It was as if Matt had heart eyes. And he had been observing the pining for too long. He had to say something.

"(Y/N) texted you?"

Matt looked up from his phone and at his captain. He nodded with the smile still on his face.

"Yeah. She congratulated us on the win and thanked me that she could stay at my apartment."

Now it was Gio's turn to look confused.

"Wait -. She's staying at your apartment? Why?"

Matthew shrugs as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

"Yeah. Her roommates are always incredibly loud so when exams are coming up I let her stay at my apartment. She can concentrate better then."

Gio shook his head, not believing what he was hearing. And he's had enough. It was about time Matthew realized what was on front of him.

"Are you sure she's just a hookup? Well friend with benefits or whatever."

Matt nodded, completely sure of his answer.

There's was no way you were more than a friend, was there?

"Well it seems different to me. You spend like all your free time together. You bring her to teamparties and then watch her so nothing happens to her. When we're on the road you're constantly texting and she's staying at your apartment while you're not there because she's studying. Sounds a lot like a committed relationship to me. Figure it out. Before one of you gets hurt."

It was like an enlightenment for Matt. He realized that every little thing had first been done because of the connection you both had. That connection had later been turned into love. He had fallen in love with you without even knowing it. But he was sure that you felt the same.

He couldn't wait to get home to you. The whole flight back to Calgary he had been antsy and was fidgeting with his hands. Something he knowhe had done since he met you. You made him nervous.

He opened his apartment door to find you sitting at the kitchen table with your laptop and books scattered all over it. You were still studying. With long strides he walked up to you, something you haven't seen him do before.

"Matty what -"

You couldn't even finish your sentence before his lips were on yours. His hands cupped your cheeks as you clutched onto his wrists. Still overwhelmed with that kiss you couldn't bring a word out. Matthew could.

"I am completely, utterly, stupidly in love with you. And I know you feel the same. I'm so sorry that I'm such an idiot and didn't notice before."

With a small smile you moved your hand from his wrist to his cheek as you pulled him to you to kiss him yet again.

"You're right. I am absolutely in love with you too, Matthew Tkachuk."

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+1

You were back in the bar you first met Matt. It brought back good memories and you couldn't wait to make more. Different to that, you were now out with the Flames and the other WAGS to celebrate an important home win. You and Matt were sitting in a booth with Jonny and Meredith as you and her were talking about the wedding preparations she had made. Matthew was talking with Jonny about something completely different but the slight glances and his hand on your thigh made you aware of his constant presence and his protective nature over you. Not that you were complaining.

After you had talked about the wedding bouquets her and Jonny had chosen, you turned to Matt.

"Babe, I'm gonna get myself something to drink. You want something?"

He shook his head and pecked your lips.

"No baby, I'm good. You go ahead."

You made your way to the bar and ordered something to drink as you felt someone tapping your shoulder. Assuming it was one of the WAGS you turned around with a smile that quickly fell when you saw the stranger before you.

One thing you could describe him as was sleazy. He had gelled back hair and his smirk was probably supposed to ooze confidence. For you it just made your hair stand up. And not in a good way.

"Hey. You alone here? I can show you a good time."

He moved closer as you pressed yourself against the bar and were looking around for your boyfriend.

"Actually-"

You didn't have a chance to finish your sentence as you heard the voice of your boyfriend freeing you from this suffocating and uncomfortable situation.

"Hey! That's my fucking girlfriend, you dipshit!"

[tillthelandslide]

Quarantine Antics: Henry Cavill Smut

Authours note: This is the first piece of smut I have done in years so I really do hope you all like it... Please me nice XD I have only ever written one piece of smut before so I’m pretty new to this. If you have any feedback please don’t be afraid to comment or message me (but again please be nice XD). Also sorry for any typos or grammar mistakes, despite reading this over like 10 times I tend to miss them somehow XD Enjoy - L

You were over the moon when Henry had asked you to live with him during quarantine. You had always loved his mews house in London, loving how the old stables had been converted into house, it began to feel like home to you the more you were there with Henry so were overjoyed when he asked you to stay with him.

"We don't know how long we'd go without seeing each other and I can't live that long without you" he said all those months ago, you remember being so happy that you basically jumped on him, begging him to take you to his room, soon to be your shaded room.

Now it was months later and living together was perfect, sure you had a few arguments and tiffs but it made for interesting sessions in the bedroom.

Henry spent some days just relaxing with you, some days on calls for the Witcher season 2 and some days playing PC. You were a huge gamer too so often played alongside him, chatting amongst yourselves about the games you were playing, both chuckling at each other when one got a bit too invested. You too were an actor so you mainly spent time reading over scripts for upcoming shows, doing calls with your manager, directors and many more people. You both loved what you did but quarantine certainly did give you both (particularly Henry) a well-earned rest. It also meant that your relationship which was fairly new could blossom a bit more.

You had just woken up, your head throbbing a tad making you groan lowly. You placed a kiss against Henry's forehead, smiling when his lips turned up a bit. You slipped out from the duvet, Henry's hand falling from your waist. You took Henry's shirt from off the floor, slipping it over your head, loving the way it drowned you. You walked to the kitchen, your bare feet tapping lightly against the cold tiles. Kal jumped up at you making you giggle slightly, petting his head you placed more food and water in his bowls. You began to make coffee and tidy the kitchen from yesterday's dinner. Henry walked in as you were taking some paracetamol for your headache. He groaned lowly upon seeing you in his shirt, walking behind you and placing his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder.

"Morning gorgeous. I still can't get used to seeing you in my shirt every morning, love it more everyday" he says as you turn around and placed a gentle good morning kiss against his lips.

"What do you want to do today Hen?" you said running your hand through his untamed curls.

"Was thinking we could have a little gaming session?" he said making you smile.

"I have quite a bad headache today so I think I'll pass on that" you said, turning round to make two cups of black coffee.

"Aw lovie, I'm sorry, that sucks. We can always find something else to past the time?" he says, grabbing his coffee and making his way to the couch where Kal had taken most of the space up.

"Kal. Mummy and Daddy need to sit" Henry says making your stomach flutter. Kal instantly moved, panting up at his dad.

"Good boy" you said, placing your coffee on the table and sitting next to Henry, he swivelled you round so your legs were resting in his lap and your bottom was close to his thighs.

"wouldn't want to stop you from gaming if that's what you want to do baby. I can take Kal out for a..." you say raising your eyebrows so Henry knows without getting Kal too riled up.

"You sure?" he says raising his eyebrows back at you.

"Positive, the fresh air might do me good" you said making Henry nod in agreement. He leant forward placing a soft kiss to your lips, you instantly melted against him, his tongue slipping past your lips slowly, you gently sucked on the tip of it making Henry sigh against you before moving his lips to a different position against yours, massaging each other perfectly. Kal jumped up out of jealousy making you giggle as Henry groaned.

"Who knew you could be such a cock block aye?" Henry said rubbing the big dog behind his ears.

"Aww is Daddy being mean to you? Just want to go out huh?" you said making Henry smile at you.

A little while later you had returned from walking Kal, placing a bowl of water on the floor of the kitchen and some food down before hanging your jacket up and walking to the small living room. You found him on his PC at the end of living room, a headset sitting on top of his head, flattening his hair a little.

"Hi gorgeous" he said, pausing the game and placing a hand against your thigh as you came to stand next to him, he leant up a little as you bent down to place a kiss against his lips.

"Kal is all tired out now" you said making Henry smile.

"How's the headache?" he said pouting up at you cutely.

"Better" you said placing another kiss against his lips, scratching his stubble lightly, making him groan. He pushed his chair back slightly before pulling you down into his lap.

You straddled him against his chair, his thick jean clad thighs resting against your core. He nibbled your bottom lip before suckling it into his mouth, running his tongue over it shortly after. You could feel him getting harder against you, making you sigh against his mouth as you brought your hips down further against his, bringing your core closer to him.

"Hmm" he groaned as you began grinding against him.

"Think I've been playing long enough" he said, picking you up effortlessly and walking the both of you to your bedroom.

He threw you down onto the bed, your head landing perfectly amongst the pillows as you giggled, grasping the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. His lips found yours again, placing more kisses against each other, moving to a better position when it felt right. You placed your hands on his firm shoulders, running them over his chiselled chest, down over his abs before landing on the button of his jeans. His own hands interrupted yours as he too took your shirt off, sighing happily when he saw a new piece of lingerie in which he didn’t recognise.

“Hmm, this is nice, new?” he said, placing his lips against yours, nibbling your lower lip before pulling back to allow you to answer.

“Mhmm, got it for you” you said, leaning forward to place kisses against his chest “well I like it he moaned deeply and you felt him get lighter, allowing you to successfully flip the both of you over so you were now straddling him. You popped the button of his jeans open and placed open mouthed kisses along his chest, sucking at his collar bone making him thrust up at you lightly, grunting as he did so.

“So strong for such a little thing” he said, his own lips finding your neck and sucking until a love bite formed. One of his big hands landed on your back, skilfully undoing your bra whilst the other found its way into your jeans making you push down on him.

“You’re so wet” he said, pulling your bra off and groaning before placing sweet kisses against your breasts.

“Hmm you’re so perfect my love” he said, sucking a nipple into his mouth making you moan blissfully. Your fingers reached under his chin, softly pulling his face towards yours so you could kiss him. Your tongue entered his mouth but his quickly took over and he gained dominance as you ground down on him.

“Need you” you said simply, making him groan loudly and flip you over again, his hands quickly pulling down both of your jeans, taking yours and your underwear fully off but being impatient with his own pulling them and his boxers down until they were barely over his bum. He thrust into you roughly making you gasp against him. He pulled all the way out before thrusting into you again, groaning loudly as he did so.

His eyes met yours as he kept up the rhythm, your fingers came to gasp at his face, wanting him closer to you. You loved it like this, the both of you looking into each other eyes whilst you fucked like animals, it made it rawer and more passionate.

His hips angled upward reaching further into you making you cry out in pleasure.

“My angel, you feel so good. Pulsing against me” he said “fuck” he said, head tilting backwards, you looked down to where you were joined, moaning at the sight making Henry look down too.

“Taking me so well, it’s like you were made for me” he said, as he made a particularly hard thrust.

“Henry. You’re so big, I feel so full” you moaned as he hit your g spot making you scratch down his back.

“That the spot?” he said, his forehead resting against yours as you nodded. He pulled out making you groan. His hands came down on your knee, bending it so your legs were over his shoulders before thrusting back into you, you could hear how wet you were, your juices mixing with his making you groan.

“Better?” he said, reaching your g spot with every thrust now thanks to the new position.

“Hen. That’s it” you said, kissing him as you could feel the both of you getting close.

“So Close. Fuck. I. Love you” he said with every thrust. His pupils were blown wide, taking up most of his eyes, his hair was a mess with how much you were running your hands through it, he was glistening with sweat. He looked absolutely ethereal.

“I love you. Come for me” you moaned out, one last thrust and you both came together, you moaned loudly, Henry catching it with his lips, his hips stuttering against yours. You could feel your core pulsing against him rinsing him for all his worth.

“Hmm you’re too good to me” he said pulling out as he placed another kiss to your lips, his tongue meeting yours for a passionate kiss. He got up out of bed, kicking off his jeans and underwear, walking into the bathroom to get a flannel to clean you both up.

You heard Kal bark lightly making you laugh loudly when you heard Henry say “Not now boy, Daddy’s tired, Mummy’s just given me a run for my money and I would love to just go ravish her again without any interruption on your behalf”.

Henry came back wet flannel in hand, pausing at the door, he sighed deeply, smiling at you “you are so beautiful, the things I could do to you” he said, his thumb coming up to pull at his lips, he thoroughly enjoyed seeing you this blissed out.

“Well? Are you going to just stand there and gawk or are you going to… how did you put it? Ravish me?” you said, making him drop the flannel and crawl onto the bed, his body covering yours once more.

You flipped him easily, straddling him again. Your hand grasped and his thick length which was still hard getting harder and heavier in your hand. He leant forward to kiss you as he groaned, you pulled back making his lips graze yours. You smirked teasingly, your hand wrapping around his shaft, moving it up and down making him moan out in pleasure.

“Baby please” he begged. You then began stroking up and down at a pace that seemed to work for him. His hand came up to your jaw, pulling your lips to his, tongue stroking yours and your hand continued on his cock.

“Need you” he said, you took his cock, placing it at your entrance before slowly sinking down, sighing out when you had taken all of him. You began bouncing on him quickly, already close to your second orgasm of the day.

Henry’s fingers began rubbing your clit, making you moan deliciously at him.

“those sounds” he says, his voice dropping a register or two sounding very similar to Geralt.

“Hmm. Fuck” you mocked, using Geralt’s lines against Henry, he chuckled against you.

“You shouldn’t tease me Miss” he says, staring deeply into your eyes.

“Hmm? Why’s that sir?” you said, making him groan before he quickly began thrusting up into you making you scream his name in pleasure.

“That’s it. Let everyone hear” he said, moaning your own name. He came shortly after, his come shooting up into you making your own orgasm arrive.

You collapsed against him, both breathing deeply against each other.

“The love I have for you woman” he said, placing one last firm kiss against your lips.

“Hmm. I love you too bear” you sighed, climbing off him getting up to get the wet flannel and cleaning the both of you up before lying next to him. Your head on his chest and one leg draped over his, his hand on your back which began to trace random things against it. Both of your eyes were shut, completely blissed out, completely in love with one another.

[hwangsbbg]

Jealous? - Yangyang

In which female reader is jealous of a girl who keeps flirting with her best friend, yangyang

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Why can't she just shut up for one. There's only 10 minutes left until the class ends and she's still won't stop bothering you.

"I hope you know Yangyang doesn't care about you. As soon as you give him what he wants he'll come back to me" She told you.

The teacher had gone out to retrieve a few papers from the office and you knew he wouldn't be back before the class ends, giving her enough time to say whatever you want.

"Yangyang and I are not even dating and besides he was never with you in the first place, what is he gonna come back to"

"You bitch! The only reason he isn't coming for me is because you have him brainwashed" she seethed. She had been obsessed with Yangyang for so long and truly hated how close you guys were.

You glanced at Yangyang who had his earphones in and had no idea what was going on.

"I didn't do anything. There must be a reason he's my best friend and not yours Talia. Can you just leave me alone"

"No! Not until you leave him alone you disgusting man stealing fat whore" She spat. That fucking pissed you off. They weren't true but they certainly made you angry.

"I didn't steal him! He's not even yours" you raised your voice making the entire class stare at you. You hadn't noticed Yangyang remove his earphones and turn to you.

"You did steal him! You're probably sleeping with him! That's why hes not leaving you" she yelled. You were about to answer until somebody intervened.

"So what if she is" Yangyang stood up from his seat and walked over to where the discussion was. The entire class forming a crowd around the three of you.

"Wh-What! You whore! So you are sleeping with him" She reached out to slap you before Yangyang caught her hand and put it back down.

"Whether she's doing anything with me or not it's none of your business Talia and frankly this might shock you but there's not a bone in my body that's attracted to you"

The class was shocked. Beyond shocked. Yangyang was probably the nicest kid in your class, always smiling and laughing around with everyone. Everyone loved him but nobody ever saw this side of him when he got angry.

"I could totally show you a much better time then her though" she stood up, trailing her hand on his chest. You watched her.

"Fucking hell Talia can you stop being such a desperate bitch and leave us alone. He doesn't want you. Find someone else to give your STDs to and leave us the fuck alone" you exploded. You were beyond angry at this point and she definitely didn't know when to give up.

The class erupted in oohs as she looked at you in shock before storming out of the classroom. Yangyang looked at you as well but before he could say anything, the bell rang.

You waited for Yangyang to take you home as he was the only one between the two of you to possess a car. As soon as he arrived you got in without a word.

The drive back home was silent and he began sensing something was wrong but before he could speak up you pulled out your phone and pretended to be texting someone.

You arrived after about five minutes and got out of the car without a single word. You immediately made your way to your house, not noticing he was following you.

"Are you mad at me" you turned around and saw him standing in front of the closed door of your house. You stayed silent.

"You're seriously mad after I helped you" he looked at you in disbelief. Thankfully, your parents were still at work.

"You told the entire class we were sleeping together. Besides I could've handled it on my own" you turned back around making your way into the living room as he followed you.

"I was just trying to help"

"I know but I don't need a man to come in and save me. I could've handled that perfectly fine" you didn't know why you were that angry.

Deep inside, it's probably the thought of Talia that pissed you off and you felt bad that you were taking your anger out on him.

"I didn't mean to make you mad. If you want I can call her right now and tell her the truth" He walked closer to you.

"NO" you didn't mean to yell but it came out like that. He looked at you in confusion.

"You can't call her" You set your book bag on the table before staring at him.

"Why? It'll clear everything up" "No because then she'll be all over you again" "I don't mind it I mean I've been dealing with this for so long" He replied making you even more frustrated.

"Well I fucking mind. I don't want her all over you" you rolled your eyes.

"Wh- are you jealous" he looked at you in disbelief making your eyes widen.

"I am not jealous. I just don't want her to keep touching you all the time or trying to get with you" you tried to explain yourself but you totally contradicted yourself, only validating his statement.

"So you're jealous. Is it because you think we're not going to be as close if I ever start dating someone" he walked closer to you, until he was right in front of you.

"No you asshole, I just don't like the way she acts around you ok"

"Is it because you'd rather be the one to act like that with me" he quirked an eyebrow, his reply making your heart skip a beat as you stared at him not knowing what to say.

"I- I just-" before you could finish what you were saying he'd already pushed his lips onto yours. You felt your entire body weaken under his kiss before he pulled away.

"You like me" He finishes your sentence, staring at you, waiting for you to say something before you pulled him back into another kiss, just deeper this time. He skillfully managed to get his tongue into your mouth, dominating over yours as his hands roamed around your body.

It's as if both of you were in a rush to take things further before one had a change of heart and decided to stop the entire thing.

"Jump" "What! No, I'll fall" you shook your head. "I've been dancing for years trust me I won't let you fall" he referred to the muscles he'd gained from dancing.

You jumped and he swiftly caught you, making his way upstairs with your legs wrapped around his waist.

He grinned at you when you successfully arrived in your bedroom before setting you down on the bed and standing between your legs.

"How far are we taking this" "As far as you're willing to go" he replied, removing his shirt.

You could've melted at that moment. You admired his collarbones, his neck decorated by a small gold chain, his chest and his abs. He was so fucking hot. And he was yours at this very moment, not Talia's.

"I knew I was handsome but not that handsome" he teased you, his hands going over to your shirt and removing it.

You watched him lick his lips before he laid you down, pushing himself on top of you and once again attached his lips yours, this kiss being more passionate as your hands fumbled with the buttons of his jeans.

You finally managed to get them undone as he pulled away to remove his jeans, leaving him in only boxers that perfectly outlined the shape of his hard on.

He, this time, attached his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses all over your collarbones as his hands held tightly onto your waist.

His hands palmed your breasts, making you let out a breathy moan as you lifted yourself up a little allowing him to remove your bra and throw it to the other side of the room.

He took one of your breasts in his mouth, using his hand to pleasure the other before switching. Your moans only became more frequent.

He kissed all over your bare stomach before finding your lips once again as you reached your hand down to palm him through his boxers as your other hands tried to undo your jean shorts. You heard him moan out your name only further encouraging you as you continued rubbing on his member.

You stopped as he pulled away, his fingers hooking on to the waistband if your short and pulling them down, along with your underwear.

"Fuck" you watched him stare at you, biting down on his lower lip as he removed his own boxers revealing his throbbing member.

"Wait! Condom" you warned him. He bashfully grinned at you before grabbing one from your desk after you told him where to find it, quickly putting it on and positioning himself at your entrance.

Slow at first, faster towards the middle and sloppy at the end. That's how it went. If you were to describe it however, it was nothing short of the scenes you often dreamt about.

His hands on your body, he lips occasionally finding yours, the string of praises that left his mouth as he reached his high. And he was so beautiful, almost indescribable towering over you, his amazing body in full display, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat dripping down his body, the marks your fingers had made from digging into his shoulder, you were in awe.

"God, why didn't you tell me you liked me earlier" he groans, laying down next to you, almost out of breath.

"It's not like I knew and besides-" you were stopped halfway through your sentence as you hear a car pull up in your driveway. You had no idea what time it was but you were sure it was your dad. And if your dad saw Yangyang like this, none of you would live to see the day tomorrow.

You both looked at each other, wide eyed before he got up and ran towards the bathroom in your room.

You heard your father call out your name as you grabbed a random dress from your closet and put it on, kicking Yangyang's and your clothes under the bed.

"Hey! I didn't know you were coming early today" you greeted your dad as soon as he opened your bedroom door.

"I was calling you. Why didn't you answer. You got me worried for a second" your dad replied, sternly.

"Oh sorry I didn't hear you" you lied. He raised an eyebrow at you before speaking up once more.

"Those aren't the clothes you wore this morning" he scanned you up and down. You were now wearing a dress instead of the shorts and shirt from this morning.

"Oh um I changed into something more comfortable" you were surprised at how well you were lying and how easily he seemed to have bought it. He shrugged and spoke up once more.

"Where's Yangyang? I saw both of your bags in the living room" he questioned.

Your dad was a big fan of Yangyang. He was a good influence on you according to your dad who Yangyang acted like an angel around.

"He's in the bathroom" you weren't exactly lying, he was in the bathroom, not for the reason your dad probably thought though.

"Oh ok, tell him to come see me when he gets out, I got him those tickets he wanted" your dad spoke.

You smiled at him, nodding. He looked down to the edge of the bed where he saw Yangyang's shirt poking out from under and before he could ask any questions you bid him goodbye and locked your door.

Yangyang peeked his head out to make sure your dad was actually gone before grabbing his clothes and putting them on.

"You're not wearing anything under that are you" he smirked, scanning you and your new dress.

"Shut up! We almost got caught! Oh my-! Anyways my dad wants to see you downstairs. He said he got the tickets you wanted"

"SHUT UP! For the race!? Whoa this is even better than sex!" He immediately made his way downstairs, leaving you shaking your head at him.

[thero0ks]

It’s Going to Rain <Bertholdt Hoover> NSFW!

Do not read if you are under 18 SMUT AHEAD!

Bertholdt and reader meet at a party. 

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A faded t-shirt clung to his chest under a black leather jacket. A few stolen kisses had them both swearing they never did anything like this. Strangers, except for a kismet spark that lingered between them. Doc Martins stumbled seeing her in the streetlight for the first time. Her skin held a soft glow, as she followed him out of the apartment complex. Her scuffed converse drug against a few pebbles as she clung to his side. 

Bertholdt never expected to bring someone home tonight. A weekly routine since college, he would follow his best friend Reiner across the city fleeting from party to party until his best friend found someone to take home. Surprise flooded him when a woman sat down next to him. Taking in the thigh highs and mini skirt his eyes lingered on the soft slip of skin that was exposed. 

Sipping on a wine cooler she complemented his jacket. A flush appeared on his cheeks, and she went back to her drink as if she hadn’t sent his mind spinning like a top. Eyes glued to her legs he watched her cross them. She pulled out her phone thumb slowly scrolling slowly, as her eyes stared intently at the screen. 

“I like your socks,” he said lamely, as her eyes snapped up from the screen. A small smile twitched at the corner of her mouth, and he mentally kicked himself for the statement he just made. Her phone let out an audible click as she tucked it into her bag. 

“Did your friends ditch you too?” She inquired. A blush bloomed on his cheeks as he gave her a nod of confirmation. “Mine too. I just wanted to stay home and play The Witcher,” she said with a sigh, pressing the rim of the glass to her lips. 

Bertholdt’s eyes lit up at her statement. They spent the next two hours talking about various games. Bertholdt found himself leaning over her shoulder showing her a new game trailer, one long hand slung over the back of her shoulder. Glancing up her nose bumped with his, causing his eyes to flicker to her’s. Tentatively they pressed their lips together. The kiss was shy, but sweet like the feeling of morning rain. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” Her voice was a murmur, but Bertholdt heard every word. Nodding eagerly he took her hand leading him out of the apartment complex. 

Nerves hit him as he sat on the edge of his bed. What little experience he had with girls left him, and he was unsure of himself. His heart hammered inside his chest as she stepped between his legs. Her thumb stroked his jaw and she was now at eye level with him. Leaning forward to press her lips against his, he relaxed. Happy she seemed confident enough to take the lead, his worries seemed to drift to the back of his mind at the feeling of her soft lips against his. Feeling her tongue against the seam of his lips he parted them eager to deepen the kiss. 

He could taste the fruity beverage on her lips as her tongue slid against his. Her thumb still stroked his jaw, as the other gripped his dark hair. Palms splayed against her back, pulling her closer. She took her time exploring his mouth and savoring his taste. The cheap beer lingered on his tongue, and his warm hands felt good against her back. Noses bumped against each other when they pulled away, and lusty eyes stared back at one another.

Bertholdt had never held someone so beautiful. Pupils blown wide, the rise and fall of her chest was hypnotic as his thumbs traced her swollen lips. He wanted to count every eyelash as she blinked up at him. Her hands trailed to the hem of his shirt gently tugging in silent permission. Pushing the jacket from his shoulders, he peeled the shirt from his body. Ocean eyes watched her gaze flicker down the planes of his body, his skin burning when he watched her eyes widen at the sight of him. Hands eagerly tracing the lines of his muscle. Cold hands felt good against his skin as she took him in. 

A groan escaped him when she peppered kisses across his neck trailing down his body. Gripping her hips he gave her a soft squeeze at the sensation. His forehead hung slightly as he focused on her touch. Black hair occasionally brushing against her skin. Pushing him down, his back made contact with the cool sheets. His palms resting on the side of her thighs as she straddled him. 

“You can touch me,” she encouraged, as she pressed open mouthed kisses across his chest. Teeth lightly scraping against his skin with the occasional nip. 

Fingers ran up the smooth skin of her thigh. Gripping her shapely legs he heard the small gasp that slipped from her lips. Kneading the meat of her thigh the small noises he was soliciting caused him to slide his hands up further under her skirt to the fullness of her ass. Scanty panties gave him perfect access to massage the supple curves. Soon he had her grinding against his lap desperate for any friction to release the pressure forming in her core. 

Sitting up he let his hands slide up her thighs eager for whatever she was willing to give. Without even asking she discarded her shirt to give Bertholdt a perfect view of the lace bra she wore. Bertholdt kissed the valley of her breasts, the smell of her lingering perfume filling his senses. His hands brushed against her breasts eager to feel the fullness in his hands. Arching her chest into his hands craving more of his touch he slipped his hands around her to unclasp the slip of fabric exposing her to the cool air. Heady eyes widened at the new expanse of skin. Breasts were perfectly sculpted, and goosebumps pricked her skin as his breath hit her chest. 

He vaguely registered her fingers playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. (E/C) eyes observing his reaction to her curves. Rolling her nipples under his thumbs she let out a needy moan, grinding against his jeans. Replacing his thumb with his mouth he felt her squirm and buck under him. Sensitive under his tongue and touch she was soon begging for him to touch her. 

Her boldness surprised him, but gave him a confidence he was lacking. Standing he laid her back against the mattress, unzipping her skirt to slip it from her hips, his mouth watered at the sight of her silky panties. Long fingers entangled with hers as he settled between her thighs. A sweet gesture from someone who had been a stranger three hours ago. Legs quivered in anticipation as she felt his breath on her clothed cunt. Fingers pushed the fabric aside as his mouth latched on her delicate mound. Her grip on his hand tightened at the sudden pleasure as she sharply exhaled. 

Juices collected on his chin and he slipped a finger inside her. Back arching in response to the added pleasure her other hand gripped the flat sheet to keep herself anchored to reality. Ocean eyes flickered up mesmerized by the rise and fall of her chest. Slipping a second finger into her he watched pleasure igniting her limbs. Her thighs shook as euphoria washed over her. Fingers fucking her through the orgasm as he lapped up her sweet essence. 

Releasing their entwined hands he peeled the now soaked panties over her thighs. Reaching for his belt he gently stopped her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“I can’t wait,” he confessed. Digging through his bedside table he pulled out a box of condoms. Undressing himself he rolled the condom over his dick. Sitting up eagerly at the size of him he crawled onto the bed drawing his fingers through her slick. 

“How do you want to start,” his eyes traveling up her perfect body. The soft light seeping through the blinds highlighting her delicate features. 

“Let me ride you,” she said eagerly as he settled against the headboard. She looked so small straddling him, her thighs spread wide to accommodate his frame. Large hands settled on the soft flesh of her hips. Her hand on his cock made him eager to feel her wrapped around him. As soon as his head slipped into her he was gripping her hips as his forehead buried in the crook of her neck. Trying to focus on anything but cumming as she slowly sunk onto him. The stretch was a pleasant burn. The initial stretch was one of her favorite parts of sex. Pleasure and pain mixed together, and he was the biggest she’d ever taken. 

Her clit brushed against his pubic bone creating a pleasant sensation as he bottomed out. Fingers carded through his dark hair as he gained his composure. “You’re so fucking tight,” he breathed through clentched teeth.

It was the first curse word she’d heard fall from his lips, and pride bloomed inside her that such intense pleasure could solicit such words from him. Lifting her slightly up he thrust up into her eager for more friction. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders to steady herself as she started to bounce in search of the perfect angle. 

She set a steady pace that felt like he was stretching her wider every time he bottomed out, her clit grinding against him felt heavenly. Bertholdt watched the soft bounce of her breast capturing a nipple in his mouth, and the gasping moan it solicited sounded like music in his ears. Releasing her breast, he cupped her face.  

“You’re so beautiful,” Bertholdt grunted out between thrusts. 

Pulling him into a deep kiss she wasn’t expecting the orgasm that shook her body. The spasming of her cunt sent him into a frenzy as he thrust harder desperate to chase his own release. All she could do was was hold on as he pulled her hips down to meet his thrusts prolonging her orgasm, and bringing him closer to his own. When his own orgasm finally hit him she felt strong arms crushing her against his chest as he buried his face in her hair. The embrace was intimate and sweet. 

Fingers carded lazily through his hair as they both came down from their highs. The soft pulsing of his dick, and throbbing of her pussy over stimulated them both. Neither felt eager for him to pull out. Pressing a sloppy kiss to her lips he pulled out with a grunt, and her fingers slightly tightened in his hair at the loss of being filled. 

He disappeared in the bathroom discarding the used condom. Worried she would leave if he spent too much time in the bathroom he returned and sat on the edge of the bed. Hand rubbing the back of his neck, “you can stay the night.” His nerves seemed to settle as he saw her visibly relax. “It wasn’t just sex for me,” he admitted.

“Bertholdt?” Her voice came out soft, almost shy. 

Hopeful eyes looked down at her. His name sounded sweet on her lips, and he found himself wanting to hear her say it again. “It wasn’t just sex for me either,” she said pressing her lips against his cheek. “I’d love to say.” 

“Did you want to shower?”

She nodded, slipping her hand into his. The sudden contact was a pleasant surprise. Leading her into the bathroom he opened up the glass shower door turning on the water. The spray of the shower head was the only sound in the room as he waited for it to heat up. 

His eyes watched her tying up her hair. The column of her neck exposed, and Bertholdt wondered how she ever agreed to go home with him. Stepping into the shower the hot water felt good against sweat slick muscles. 

Droopy eyes heavy with sleep seemed content to have hot water beading against her skin. Soaping up her skin she hummed feeling his fingers running the expanse of her body. Returning the favor he had to duck to allow her to reach his shoulders. The steam caused her baby hairs to stick up, and small droplets clung to her hair. Dipping his head he pressed a light kiss to the tip of her nose, soliciting the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. 

Wrapping her in a towel he went through his drawers pulling out a large shirt for her to sleep in. Pulling the shirt over her head the fabric engulfed her. His shirt hit her mid thigh, and it brought a bashful smile to his lips. Slipping under the covers they settled into a comfortable position. Silky locks brushed against his skin as he tucked her head against his chin. Arms wrapped around her, and his legs slotted behind her. A sleepy goodnight escaped her lips, as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

Pins and needles shot down her arm. Tentatively she wiggled her fingers but felt nothing. With a groan her eyes fluttered open taking in the organized room. The room looked unfamiliar in the daylight. Feeling a heavy weight on her arm and legs. Bleary eyes flickered down to see Bertholdt hugging her leg with his arms, turned on his side as one leg rested on her left arm, half of his lower stomach rested on her hips and chest. 

How the large man was comfortable remained a mystery. Tapping his leg with her free hand she groaned, “wake up Bertholdt.”

Burying his face deeper into the soft skin of her leg, he seemed to knock the air out of her as he adjusted further onto her stomach. “Bertholdt!” She wheezed, shaking his leg. 

Bertholdt’s bedroom door opened, causing her to freeze. A tall blond man eyed the bed, flickering from her to the lanky male. “Dammit Bertholdt,” the man grunted, shaking the dark-haired man awake.

“What?” He inquired through half open eyes. “It’s gonna rain.” He muttered, hearing his name weakly called. Seeing the shapely legs he realized he was crushing her. “Sorry,” he mumbled, climbing off her.

“You’re a tiny thing.” The blond commented, watching his friend press a kiss to her temple.

“Reiner this is Y/N, Y/N this is Reiner,” Bertholdt mumbled curling into her side once again drifting back to sleep. Reiner gave her a nod of acknowledgement closing the door behind him to leave them to their morning. 

Y/N turned her attention to Bertholdt. Wide awake she gently brushed Bertholdt’s hair, observing him silently dosing. He looked peaceful, and he was a cute sleeper. Reaching over to the side table for her phone she heard a groan and felt strong arms pulling her back into his chest. “Five more minutes,” he muttered. 

With a sigh of content she continued stroking his hair. A small smile pulling at her lips when she heard the soft pitter patter of rain as she thought back to Bertholdt's half conscious statement: It’s going to rain.”

[harryspet]

a long way down [4] b.barnes & s.rogers

[Warnings] dark bucky x reader, dark steve x reader, violence, death, heavy angst, zombies, the walking dead au, mom!reader, sexual assault, blackmail consensual sex, breeding kink, slice of life, little editing

A/N: I fucked up my sleeping schedule again writing this but enjoy the final chapter :))))

In which you’re pushed to your limits.

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word count: 4.2k

W I N T E R

Fighting was a dance.

Perfectly choreographed, you could defeat your partner but you believed luck was still a factor in whether you lived or died. Bucky didn’t believe in luck and he didn’t want you to rely on it. Walkers didn’t fight like humans but training with Bucky was making you stronger. Whether you encountered walkers or other humans, you could handle yourself.

He didn’t show you any mercy as his leg quickly moved behind yours, kicking up and effectively tripping you. You collided with the old mat and winced. You opened your eyes to find Bucky standing over you, his hand held out to you.

“Brush it off,” He told you and you grabbed a hold of his hand, allowing him to help you up.

You stood your ground, a bead of sweat dripping down your brow and you stared back at your opponent. Anyone could see that you were at a disadvantage when comparing yourself to the soldier but Bucky warned you not to underestimate yourself.

When he attacked this time, he went for your neck. You struggled for only a second as his hands tightened around your neck. You brought your arm up, twisting your body, and slamming your arm down over his. As his hands loosened on your neck, you grabbed a hold of them, before slamming your elbow back into his face with a loud grunt.

You were free then and Bucky was gripping his bruised cheek, “Good,” He said, his tone was a bit surprised, “That was good.”

You breathed heavily, your hands on your hip. You had been at it for hours like usual. Ever second Bucky wasn’t working, you were with him. After Peter left six months ago, the two of you had grown much closer. Though his actions were always in the back of your mind, you admired the effort he was putting into your relationship. Besides that, he was getting much better with Margot.

Bucky walked with you to get water. The training room was a makeshift tent that barely kept the cold out but neither of you seemed to mind when you were sweating so much. In fact, the two of you ran every morning around the compound.

After taking a swig of your water, you said, “Can you teach me that move from yesterday? The one where you use your thighs to-”

Bucky was looking past you, clearly not paying attention to you. You raised an eyebrow before turning around. Your eyes widened as you took in the site in front of you. You dropped your bottle, successfully spilling your water, before breaking off into a sprint.

You wrapped your arms around the boy you hadn’t seen for months. The one you feared would never return, “It’s nice to see you too,” Peter chuckled, a hand roaming over your back. You squeezed him tight, noticing how much stronger he felt, and the emergence of stumble along his cheek and neck. When you pulled away, you took another look at you. It was like he’d aged a few years yet that same look of kindness remained.

“I never thought you’d- I ...” You couldn’t find the words as you tried to process it all. All you could do was smile and check to see that he was still in one piece.

“Well I’m real,” You hadn’t noticed who was standing a few feet behind him. You paused as you took in her appearance. The awkward, thin grin across her face and the long, coils of her hair that she was hiding behind, “Y/N, this is MJ.”

“Hi,” She spoke hesitantly. Your cheeks heated a bit as you realized that you were staring. You walked past Peter and held your hand out to her, “Peter told me so much about you.” The way she looked at him tugged at your heart. You could sense what was going on between them and it made you feel elated. Not only was Peter alive, but he had also found his person.

“I want to know everything,” You told them, a wide grin on your face, “Dinner, tonight.”

+

Say you won't leave again.

I won’t leave you ever again, doll.

Bucky’s words always echoed in your mind. Months had passed since he uttered them and you could still wrap your arms around him anytime you wanted. As far as you knew, Bucky was keeping his word this time.

Moments ago, Bucky had pulled you into the bedroom you shared. His hands roamed roughly over your skin, his hands like fire, scorching you with passion. He grabbed your jaw with his hand, turning your head as he roughly kissed at your neck.

You held him tightly, your gaze wandering towards the window where snow was falling in heavy sheets. Although he was in the moment, you quickly fell out of it. Bucky paused as he felt your body stiffen. He finally looked up, resting his hands on the wall as he stared into your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Good things don’t happen without a cost in this world. Peter’s back, he’s alive, but I get this sense that ….” You took a breath, “T-That it’s all going to go wrong again.”

Bucky sighed, shaking his head, “I’m not the world’s authority on thinking positive but, I do know that waiting for the worse is no way to live. He’s here now, why not just appreciate the time you have now?”

You were silent for a moment as you stared into the crystals he called eyes. Bucky was always one for tough love and, although he was still a man of few words, you sensed compassion in his words that you hadn’t noticed before.

You nodded in agreement, “You’re right.”

“Besides,” Bucky shrugged, “The kid basically has a girlfriend now. He’s got another person looking out for him. He’s not alone.”

You pecked Bucky’s lips, “I forgot about words like girlfriend,” You wrapped your arms around his neck and Bucky hands moved down to your waist, “Am I your girlfriend, Buck?”

An amused look crossed his face, “I’ll call you whatever you want as long as you’re mine,” Bucky lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your lips smashed together as he carried you towards the bed. As your back hit the mattress, you were already stripping away your clothes.

You and Bucky had gotten quite good at having quickies. With taking care of Margot, and Steve around barking orders, you had to be able to do it quickly and efficiently. In no time was Bucky pinning your hands above your hand and entering you with a rough thrust.

He moved in and out of you with a power like no other. You swallowed each other's moans as your mouths moved against each other. Warmth spread through your body as he crashed into your body like waves against a rocky shore.

You were completely one and you didn’t believe you could possibly get any closer than you were now. Your world moves slowly which you were grateful for, you were glad to enjoy the moment with him. As you both reached the top of the mountain, you were completely his.

The bed shook with the two of you as Bucky finished on your stomach. Bucky breathed heavily, his long hair falling down messily. You began to kiss again but both of you were startled when the door to your room opened.

“Steve!” You shouted, grabbing your shirt to toss it back over your head. Bucky hurriedly began to pull up his jeans and fasten his belt.

“Jesus fucking christ, Steve,” Bucky cursed as his friend entered the room.

Steve didn’t seem bothered as he looked the two of you over. He only crossed his muscular arms and said. “Your guests are downstairs. You should probably get dinner started, Y/N, and Margaret needs a changing.”

You checked your watch which you always forgot was running five minutes late.

“Get out,” You spoke through gritted teeth and Steve only smirked.

“I’ll be in my room if you two lovebirds need me.”

+

You watched from the kitchen as Peter and MJ played with the small one-year-old in the living room. They were helping her walk across the living room by holding both her little hands. Your little one was very active, especially after her naps, and you found it difficult to keep her in one place at a time.

She was also teething like crazy and the only times you got any peace and quiet was when she was with Steve. The two of you were like divorced parents living in the same house, designating times for the two of you to spend time with her. Any time you didn’t have to spend with Steve was also glorious.

Margot babbled loudly, using the few new words she had learned how to say. She was responding to her own name and saying Mama and Dada. She even said Bucky which sounded more like “uh-ee” on her tongue.

She was also starting to look more like Steve every day.

“Smells good,” Bucky said, reaching into the cabinets to grab plates. You were lucky that Steve got the best food rations which meant your household had the luxury of pasta. You continued to stir the pot of pasta, sauce, and vegetables from the lands the people Liberty farmed.

You only smiled as he started to set the table. Your smile didn’t last long as Steve jogged down the stairs, “Veggie pasta,” Steve clapped his hands together, “My favorite.”

You turned off the stove, watching him take a seat at the head of the table, “I didn’t realize you’d be joining us,” You said, a fake smile on your face. Bucky only continued to set the table. You’d promised him you wouldn’t start any arguments with Steve and simply ignore his attempts to get under your skin.

“It’s my home, isn’t it?” The man didn’t even look you in the eyes.

You rolled your eyes.

“Dinner’s ready!” You announced, using your mittens to carry the pot over to the table. You felt a soothing hand on your back and took a deep breath.

Peter and MJ entered the kitchen, Margot was happily placed in Peter’s arms. It had been months but the little girl seemed to remember her old friend. She fussed when you tried to put her in her own highchair so you let her sit in Peter’s lap.

The six of you sat down for a much quieter meal than you were expecting. You and Bucky sat across from Peter and MJ and for a long while you only ate in silence. The candlelights illuminating the table flickered and all that could be heard was Margot’s babbling as she chewed on her own fingers.

Steve finally cut through the tension.  “I’m not making it awkward, am I?” He asked a thin grin on his lips.

You were silent until Peter spoke up, “Of course not, Captain.”

You hated that Steve could send the boy to his death and Peter still had to keep up the formalities. Steve responded with a heavy, patronizing pat on Peter’s shoulder, “This one,” He gestured to MJ, “Where’d you find her?”

The two teenagers opened their mouths to speak and their eyes met as they realized they had spoken at the same time. Peter smiled awkwardly, signaling her to tell her own story, adoration in his eyes as he looked at her, “I-I had a group for a while. There were only about ten of us and … well, what happens to everyone happened to us. Walkers and raiders picked us off until it was only me. I was alone for a few months before I met Peter.”

“I entered her camp thinking it was abandoned. She thought I was a walker and almost shot my arm off,” Peter bounced the little girl in his lap. He was smiling at a memory that most would consider traumatic.

“Sounds romantic,” Steve chuckled and you noticed something darken in Steve’s eyes, “Well, you’re welcome here in Liberty. Everyone here knows what it’s like to lose family, I hope you find a new one here …. What’s your name again, sweetheart?”

“Michelle … but people call me MJ,” Steve’s mouth pulled into a wider grin and you felt sick to your stomach. You were the only one in the room that seemed to notice the way he was looking at the younger girl, “Thank you, Captain Rogers.”

“I’m sure Y/N will find you a job here. There’s plenty to be done,” Steve finally spared you a second glance but you didn’t maintain eye contact.

You simply faced the girl and smile, “Of course.”

You’d make sure that the job was far away from Steve.

+

“Bucky, be careful!” You shouted but both Margot and Bucky were already speeding away. Bucky had made a sled and was pulling the bundled up baby along the snow-covered sidewalk. By the way, she was screaming, you could she was having fun.

Things were slow around the camp for the last few days. With the thick snow, the walkers had slowed down and you hadn’t seen any packs of them for a while. There wasn’t much use in going out for supplies when trucks could get stuck in the snow so Steve officially declared the holidays could begin.

You remembered being extremely pregnant and extremely miserable last year during this time. Now, you could enjoy Christmas with Bucky and Margot.

You walked along the sidewalk, catching up to them. You wrapped your winter jacket closer to you as a shiver went through you, “See, she loves it,” Bucky grinned, proud of his little invention, “She’s a little daredevil.”

He kneeled down to lift her up and you couldn’t help but notice how good he looked with her. His growing paternal instincts were yet another thing to make you hopelessly attracted to him.

You moved closer, grabbing her little hand in yours, “You’ve been out here for a while, little daredevil,” You spoke softly to her and she continued to babble, “You want Bucky to give you a warm bath? … you do, don’t you?”

Margot was her happy self as usual, “Of course you do,” You noticed Bucky’s voice go up an octave and it made your heart flutter. You didn’t mention it, fearing he’d probably stop if you pointed it out, “Your Mommy just doesn’t put the care and love that I do into it.” You nudged his side playfully.

The three of you walked back towards the house together, “I’m going to ask Steve about us getting our own place. Or at least a place without him in it. I’d live in the barracks at this point.”

“He won’t let you take Margot with us,” Bucky spoke solemnly.

“She’ll just split her time between us,” You shrugged, “Parents did that stuff before all of this. Why can’t we do it now?”

“Because he thinks he owns her.”

Your shoulders slumped as you let out an angry breath of air, “I’m still going to talk to him. If I annoy him enough, maybe he’ll listen.”

The three of you returned back into the warm house. After kicking off your boots and jackets, you left Margot and Bucky downstairs. You climbed the stairs and made your way to Steve's office where you knew he had been all day, barking orders from his luxurious tower.

You knocked on the door, but you did not expect to see the person who answered. Your heart stopped as you realized it was her. “Hi, Y/N. Have you seen Peter?” MJ asked you, an innocence in her eyes that you missed in your own. You couldn’t find the words so you simply shook your head, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Captain Rogers.”

You watched as Steve waved goodbye from behind his desk. The girl brushes past you and you stood, flabbergasted, for a moment. You collected yourself, walking inside the office, before closing the door behind you.

“Where’s Margot?” Was the first thing he uttered and your hands balled into fist as you stared at the cocky man before you.

“What the hell are you doing, Steve?” You squeezed your hands tight, feeling your own blood pumping inside your chest.

“I asked you something-”

“No, no, you don’t get to do that,” You pointed an accusing finger, “Your daughter is fine. I’m asking about the girl that just left your office.”

“I didn’t think she was useful in the infirmary, I wanted to talk to her about making changes,” Steve spoke simply, his hands folding against his desk as he leaned forward.

“But that’s where I assigned her. You told me that I could choose,” You tried to keep your voice calm.

“I was being courteous. I assumed you’d make a good decision but it’s slow in the infirmary and they don’t need any helping hands.”

“What job did you decide on then?” You persisted.

Silence fell as Steve looked you over. He never guessed that you’d care so much about a girl you didn’t know, especially since that girl would be the one to take the heat off of you. Steve sighed, pushing back in his chair and standing up from his chair. As he spoke, he stalked around the desk, “I thought she could help with Margot. I know you and Bucky have wanted to be alone for a while. The Barton’s are willing to welcome you two into their home permanently and, when Margot is here with me, MJ is going to help me take care of her.”

You shook your head, “S-Steve, this … this is fucked up even for you,” You knew exactly what Steve planned to do with MJ and because she wants to belong here with Peter, the girl is going to fall for it, “Why?”

“Doll, it’s not like you’re going to give me a boy anytime soon,” Was his simple, disgusting answer.

“Why do you want this so bad? So bad that you would ruin other people's lives for it?” He moved closer but you stood your ground and your strong gaze did not falter.

“You wouldn’t understand,” The two of you stood toe to toe, Steve staring down at you as his fingers brushed over a loose strand of hair. He gently brushed it behind your ears, “But I am going to make my mark on the new world.”

You scoffed, “You want to be a fucking founding father?” Steve faltered, you watched as he tried to keep his face from turning to anger. You were proud of yourself for pushing the right buttons, “Walking around and making people call you Captain only makes you look like a cult leader, not anyone worth remembering.“

He moved forward, practically bulldozing you until your back was pressed against the wall, “You are nothing. Your life is worth so little that you could not possibly understand,” He spoke with gritted teeth, the veins in his head starting to bulge out, “The only reason I haven’t killed you is because of Buck but now I don’t think you’re even worth that. Do you want that? I wouldn’t have to worry about you yapping in my ear.”

It was then that you realized that you were losing your leverage. As much as you wanted to anger him, this wasn’t the fight that needed to be had, “Fine, it’s your fucking world, Steve. Just find someone else to help you. Haven’t you done enough to Peter?”

His exterior seemed to soften but only a little bit, “It would save you a lot of hurt if you stopped caring so much.”

“Steve,” You stated firmly, “Just leave her alone.”

If you gave me a son, I wouldn’t have to hurt her,” Steve countered, his hand starting to trail down your shoulder and then to your waist, “Break Bucky’s heart but save her, huh?”

Your muscles were tight as his hands roamed over your body but you didn’t fight him. You could do it all over again if that meant that MJ could have the family she wanted and that Peter would have her. Even if it killed you this time, you could do it to protect them.

“O-Okay,” You nodded, tears threatening to sting your eyes, “Not now, please.”

He seemed to ignore you as he pulled you away from the wall, pushing you back towards the desk. You stumbled as your backside pressed against the desk but Steve moved quickly, pushing you down so you were bending over the desk, “Steve!” You wiggled beneath him as he began to yank down your pair of jeans.

“Shut up,” He grunted. You almost sunk into the idea that your movements were futile. You used all the strength you had to push yourself up, slamming your back into his front. He stumbled only to wrap his muscular arms around your front. You continued to struggle and, as he held you tighter, you slammed your foot down on his own.

He was panicking, you could tell and you hoped he’d give up but he only spiraled further. The soldier threw you to the ground and you landed with a thud. Your vision went black for a moment as you felt him climb on top of you. You could hear him telling you to ���shut up” as your vision returned.

The room was spinning but you’d never forget what happened after that. Bucky came from nowhere, just like the knife in his hand. There was no argument or fight to witness. There was no wrong or right to be discussed. The knife only entered deep into Steve’s neck and then he was collapsing on top of you.

Bucky kicked his body to the side, grabbing a hold of you as you shook furiously. Steve’s blood was warm and it covered your face and chest, “You’re okay now,” He said to you, wiping your face, “You’re okay now.”

You wanted to feel something when you looked at his lifeless body. You were nothing but numb. He had no compassion for you and you felt none for him. In this new world, there was little room for compassion. After all, this was the long way down.

E P I L O G U E

You had to leave Liberty. You had slain their king and they’d hunt you down, burn you at the stake, and steal back their princess.

When Bucky made that decision, the world you had adjusted to over two years was suddenly gone. But you were not alone. You had Margot. You had Bucky. You even had Peter and MJ. All of you escaped the settlement together, Peter refusing to stay without you, and started your long journey to nowhere.

There was a good chance that your plans would fail and you’d end up as all groups did. You moved east, hoping to escape the harsh winter. First, the gas ran out, and then you were left to hike. Next, the food supply began to run thin after a month on your feet. A screaming, hungry toddler was no friend to walkers.

A saving grace appeared when you were all at your wits’ end. The prison was an oasis in the middle of a desert. With tall barbed wire fences and armed guards, you prayed that it was safe. Your group approached with raised hands of surrender, hoping for sanctuary.

It was risk seeing as how they could steal your supplies and leave you all for dead but it was a risk you were all desperate to take.

“Stop!” A sniper shouted and everyone immediately halted.

A woman with bright red hair appeared behind the gate, rifle in one hand and walkie talkie in the other, “Romanoff here at Gate A, we have non-infected. Four,” The other side was silent as the woman looked us over. Based on her facial expressions, you weren’t hopeful that they had any room for you.

The woman was about to turn around but. with his hands still raised, Bucky began to speak, “We’re only seeking shelter for a short while. We have supplies to trade ...  At least take the women and children,” You looked to Bucky with wide eyes but he continued on, sure of his words, “You wouldn’t leave a toddler out here, would you?”

The woman paused, not bothering to address us. She simply spoke into the walkie talkie again, “Tony, there’s a baby and they look harmless enough.”

You could cut the tension with a knife as you all waited for a response. Finally, the device beeped and you finally received a response to whatever God was sitting in that guard tower, “Pepper’s going to kill me but fine, this is what she gets for all the narcissism lectures. Let them in after you’ve confiscated their weapons and checked for bites. Tell Bruce to have a look at the baby too.”

It wasn’t the light at the end of the tunnel but it was good enough for now. Bucky placed a hand on the small of your back before leading you forward.

+

i’d love to know your thoughts on the ending! thanks for coming on this journey with me :)

[the-fiction-witch]

It Has It’s Uses Princess P2

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER RATING: SMUT AF! KINKY AF! 

WRITERS NOTE: Hello! I just felt I needed to clarify to anyone reading that uhhh... this gets a little. intense. Yeah let's just call it intense I'm sure as many of my little bubbles know I am never one to shy away from the kinky stuff. In fact, I think its part of the reason my work is as well-liked as it is that I'm not afraid to do any level of kinky idea, and this one yeah all I'm gonna say is there is an element that touches on a very obscure kink. and its kinda one I thought about the moment I saw benny's character design.

I sat in my little room the university had given me all my things laid out so perfectly the alarm clocks on my table ticking away set perfectly for tomorrow. I sat reading over my last few games as well as Benny's in preparation for tomorrow. I checked the time seven forty-five so I got up and put my paperwork away fixing my hair and my lipstick in the mirror checking I had in the dress I wanted after my shower earlier. I fixed my bed and just as the clock ticked over to seven-fifty the door knocked.

I smirked he's always early.

I went to the door unlocking it and pulling it open revealing that annoyance of mine leaning on my door frame his shoulder on the doorframe his fluffy blonde hair in his eye he clearly has a shower since earlier today, his facial hair neat or as neat as it could ever get, his tight blue jeans hugged his every curve, his belt sat tightly, his knife in its usual place, the green button down in as I had requested undone to let his chains sit on his bare skin, his shoes against my door frame in the other side of his skinny body took up the whole frame, as he smirked at me his fingers rubbing in his ring slightly before glancing up to me

"Evening Benny"

"Dobryy vecher, printsessa, razve ty ne vyglyadish' pokhotlivoy" he smirked flexing his Russian but as he did I picked up on something

"Don't you mean ravishing?" I asked

"I know what I said princess" he smirked "we doing this or aren't we? I have a very important match tomorrow"

"Sure you do" I smirked turning away going to my window a moment as I did I heard him step in shutting my door and the familiar sound of it locking behind him, I kept looking out my window smirking a little as I felt his arms wrap around my waist and his lips press to my neck

"Are you sure?" He asks

"Of course I am" I giggled

"So your… consenting?" He asked almost a hushed whisper in my ear as one of his hands moved to my stomach his fingers gently rubbing on my dress heading lower slowly

"When don't I?" I laughed

"I like to check," he says sweetly "I know how hard you like it" he smirked his teeth gritted as he spoke his lips clasping around the crook of my neck sucking and biting to force a dark love bite

"I'm sure Benny" I smirked "do what you want to me" I Whispered

"Ummm, that I will princess" he growled grabbing my neck his other hand still in my waist at the same moment pulling me back against him completely so not an inch of us was a part, I could feel his erection rubbing on my butt and his tightening grip on my neck but his hand moved away and I felt the sting of the cold sharp blade against my necks skin I flinched as it felt it and I could hear that cocky smirk on his voice I didn't even have to see it to know it was there "awww… too cold, don't worry we'll make it nice and warm won't we princess?" He smirked moving it slowly down my body between my breasts and down my stomach till he reached the skirt of my dress he cut a line breaking apart each stitch of the hem ripping the skirt off me he kissed my neck all over as he revealed my panties "ummm you had to wear the pink ones didn't you" he growled "you know what they do to me" he smirked his hand slipped down from my waist under the slightly frilly elastic of my white panties with little pink flowers his fingers rubbing on my clit before he moved his hand away and moved me around to face his dark lustful eyes "umm bad girl"

I bit my mouth hard trying not to react as his grip tightened so no inch of us was apart his hand around my waist and my back so his hand sat on my waist the opposite side the other gently stroking my thigh gently running the blade across my skin not enough to hurt me but enough I felt it "bad, bad girl" he smirked watching for my reaction to his words I tried desperately not to react but he could read my feeble attempts to remain composted and chucked to himself "are you really that horny princess?" He growled milking every last syllable he slipped his knife back in its holster and he spanked my butt hard digging his fingers into me as he did taking a chuck out of my arse as he did "lay down, now" he orders "before your dripping down your legs"

I shook my head playfully and he smirked more

"Oohh? No? You want it… harder tonight?" He asked and I nodded wrapping my arms around his neck "Humm my dirty little princess" he growled picking me up by my thighs resting both hands on my arse he forced me over the bed almost dropping me on it sitting over me before I had a chance to move he got his knife sitting it over my panties and he winked at me as he undid his belt completely taking it off and he took my hand kissing down my hand and my wrist as he took my other hand doing the same. He wrapped his belt around my wrists pulling it tight, so I was restrained; he smirked and wrapped my legs around him. He grabbed his knife running it over my top breaking at each of the strings holding a button for the top of my dress he smirked grabbing either side and ripping it apart to expose my bra "ummmm princess…" he smirked, "why do you always have to dress so beautiful for me princess?" He growled kissing down my neck

"Because you like it" I smirked

"Are you trying to make me give you a spanking princess?"

"Maybe?"

"Later, still not seeing everything I wanna see" he smirked running the cold edge of the knife across my stomach running up between my breasts he bit his bottom lip as he slipped the knife's blade between my bra and my skin the knife cutting through my bras thin cotton easily and he put his knife on the bed ripping my bra off me aggressively exposing my breasts and my nipples to the cold air of my room even if the intensity of our activities was making it hot between us. He smirked and grabbed my breasts hard grabbing one in each hand groping and squeezing them, rubbing on my nipples "aww you cold princess?" He asked rubbing on my nipples harder "should I warm you up?" He smirked moving to lay over me gently rubbing his hard-on against my panties, his head nuzzled into my chest gently kissing my skin his hair tickling me with each of his kisses his thumbs rubbing on my nipples

"Ummm" I groaned trying to move my hips to get some friction

"Princess, you bad, bad girl" he smirked grabbing my hips so I couldn't move "are you that desperate for me princess?" He smirked licking and sucking on my nipples and I nodded "well, I'm playing with these, you said I could do whatever I wanted? And I wanna play with your sexy breasts princess. I'll play with your pretty pussy when I want to play with your pretty pussy"

"Benny" I whined

"Fine" he smirked rolling his eyes a little he moved away getting his knife kissing up my thigh gently ticking me to make me squirm against him as he slipped the knife up to my skin and under the waistband of my panties on the side seam ripping them to shreds and throwing the tattered remains of my panties across the room onto the floor he put his knife in the nightstand and attacked my legs and pussy with quick and passionate kisses leaving a love bite just on the inside of my thigh inches from my clit "my bad little princess want me to fuck her?" He smirked sitting up undoing his jeans letting his hard cock stand tall as he stroked his shaft looking at me devilishly as I laid on my bed naked my legs wide and my hands restrained "show me how bad my princess wants me"

I blushed a little moving my still tied hands to my clit gently playing with it as softly as I could opening my legs as wide as possible to let him watch he smirked biting his lip hard kicking off his jeans

"Uhhh Benny" I groaned but before I could continue my hands were slapped away and the tattered remains of my panties shoved in my mouth to gag me before I could even reach he grabbed my thighs and pushed hilt deep inside of me

"Fuck! Uummmm princess, so wet for me" he growled gently and experimentally moving his hips slipping out so only the tip of his head remained inside me, then back in hilt deep grunting every time he drove deep inside me his long fingers wrapped around my hips staring down at me he moved my hands and tried what was left of the bel around the bedpost so I had no choice but to hold my hands above my head.

He began getting faster with his movements his groans and grunts getting more frequent as well as his swearing and the muttering of that stupid name

"Uhh… uummmm.. fuck! Princess" he got faster and faster still the bed beginning to creak from our movement it slightly hitting the wall my breasts moving around as the bed slightly moved bouncing my breasts which only fueled Benny more as he got to watch them as he fucked me, he knew I was close as I had tightened around him considerably he moved his hands to his shirt undoing the rest of the buttons and rolling his sleeves to his elbows where he was clearly warm starting to get hot and sweaty from the activity but his hand didn't return to my hips one did but the other moved to my clit rubbing in it hard and fast making me even wetter tightening myself around him as I tried not to moan even if I knew I was close he pulled the fabric from my mouth kissing down my neck leaving a hiki there "I wanna hear my princess scream about how much she loves my cock" he smirked undoing my hands I instantly grabbed his shoulders pulling him down so I could bite on his neck clawing up and down his back like a crazed cat as he got faster fueled by all of this pounding my pussy hard and fast the bed banging on the wall rapidly "uhhh! Fuck! Come on cum on my cock princess!" He growled

"Uuuuhhhhh! Ughh Benny!!" I screamed as at that moment I hit my wall my head rolling back in the pillow my eyes rolling back into my head, he kept going not stopping for a moment letting me feel every second of the pleasure and letting me ride it out he was groaning and grunting loudly as I came around him no doubt struggling not to cum himself

"Good girl" he smirked pulling out making me whine a little already missing him being inside me but before I could respond still getting my breath back he grabbed his belt tieing my hands again and pushing me over to lay on my stomach "uumm why do you have to look so fuck able princess?" He asked slapping my arse hard groping it once his hand made contact

"Would you rather I did?" I giggled

"No, I just rather I got to see it more often" he smirked grabbing my hips forcing my head into my pillow and my arse into the air "umm such an exposed little princess, such a bad, bad girl" he smirked running his hands around my arse and his kisses across the lips of my pussy "quiet" he shushed "I wanna fuck my princesses pretty pussy until I cum" he growled slipping back inside me it feeling so much bigger and deeper this way "uuhh fuck yeah!" He groaned starting his pounding already "so wet, so warm uhh fuck! Princess! Why do you have to be such a heavenly fuck? I don't ever wanna stop" he smirked slapping my arse hard as he got faster, I buried my head into the pillow biting in it trying not to scream I was lost in a world of pleasure biting on the pillow the only sound the bed hitting the wall and benny's gasps and swears his hands moved away a second I didn't know why they returned moments later one slapping and spanking my arse the other rubbing on my clit "come on princess, I need to feel you cum" he groans gasping for breath I tried to fight away from his pleasurable touching but he got faster and spanked me harder in retaliation, I suddenly hit another wall tightening around him and that got him there too pushing as deep inside me as he could go his fingers digging into my squishy butt as he sprayed inside me

"aahhhh!! Uughhhh Benny!' I screamed into the pillow

"Uughhh fuck! Fuck! Uhhhhhh uuuhh uuughhhhh!! Princess…. Princess" he screamed stopping his movements gasping for breath, he pulled out and lay down beside me in the little bed his shirt now gone, Hu that's what he did when his hands left I sat trying to get my breath back the room hot and steamed up on the glass and the mirror both our bodies sweaty and struggling for breath. His head against the pillow his hair a matted mess, his eyes closed his mouth open his chest and throat moving as he breathes deeply his cock still slightly twitching as it slowly got soft, I smiled resting my chin on his chest snuggling up to him moving his arm around me I smiled looking at him rest a moment interested to see what wonderful wisdom such an amazing genius would utter in his post-orgasmic clarity "You wanna go get hash browns?"

"What?" I giggled

"I'm hungry" he shrugs

"No, I'm not getting dressed and driving for hash browns at god only knows what o'clock" I explain

"Fine" he sighed

"Excuse me" I smiled poking him with still restrained hands so he let me out dropping the belt in the floor and kissing my hand

"There you go princess"

"Anything else?" I asked him

"You're a bitch when you play Sicilian you know"

"I know" I laughed "you're a bitch when you play black, I kinda wish I could give you the slight advantage and let you play white because of how freaking defensive you get' I explain

"Freaking?"

"Shut up"

"Good girl" he smiled kissing my head "princess shouldn't swear," he says playing with my hair a little "you are like the only girl in the world I can talk chess with after sex"

"Really?"

"Yep, everyone else gets mad at me"

"Even beth?"

"Especially beth, she gets a really fucking arse I talk about chess after sex" he explained "well she did, I wouldn't know anymore"

"Why not?"

"You know why not, I haven't had sex with anyone but you. Not for a year now"

"Why not?"

"Why would I want anyone but my princess?" He asked

"I'm not your girlfriend Benny you can have sex with whoever you want"

"Yeah well I don't want to, I'm happy with you, I'm comfy with you, you know what I like, I know what you're into" he explained

"Just because you think it's weird"

"I don't think it's weird, I never said weird princess I said interesting." He says "I told you you'd like it"

"You did, it does have its uses" I smirked

"Have you had sex with anyone other than me?"

"Does my hand count?"

"No,"

"Then no"

"Then… why aren't you my girlfriend?" He asked his hand moving to slide his fingers up and down my side

"Because I say not. What do you care? Inlet you do whatever you want to me, i let you have sex with me whenever you want, I don't complain about chess talk, I don't go to your house, I don't cost you money? I'm literally like the best parts of a girlfriend without the shit"

"Oi" he warns slapping my butt "bad girl, one of these days I am going to give you a bloody spanking"

"Why not?" I giggled

"That's the problem I would. But you enjoy it"

"You don't?"

"Touché" he answered "come on princess, or we'll be late tomorrow"

When I woke up rather suddenly my alarm ringing so I sat up and shut it up nuzzling back with the warm chest and body beside me "ummmm" Benny groaned sleepily

"Get up, and get out of my room Benny"

"Uummmm.. no" he groans trying to turn away but I had hold of him "five more minutes princess," he says cuddling me closely on his chest his arms around me pulling me close like a teddy bear

"Benny it's six twenty we have to get up"

"SIX twenty? Ohh, fuck off! No. Fuck no I am not doing this shit" he complained

"Get up" I complained

"The match doesn't start till eleven!" He complained

"Yeah well you're in my room, so you need to leave my room, go shower, do prep and then get there early so get your arse out my bed"

"Oi, bad girl" he warned "umm wake me when it's ten, princess," he says cuddling me tighter

"Nope" I sighed literally kicking him out of bed and into my floor

"This. This is why you're not my girlfriend' he complained from the floor as I got cosy in the covers around my naked body "fine, where are my pants?"

"Wherever you put them Benny" I giggled watching him get dressed in what he wore last night just enough to get back to his room

"Why am I kicked out to get dressed and you get to cosy up still?' he asked with a yawn

"Because I'm a princess" I smiled "and it takes the knight longer to get his clothes on from fucking the princess all night" I smirked

"Hey! One more I really will spank you"

"Cunt" I giggled

"Alright come here" he smirked kneeling on the bed even if I whined and tries to get away as he pulled the covers up to expose my bare bottom and he slapped and spanked me hard "bad girl" he says kissing my skin where he spanked me getting off the bed again and getting his belt and knife

"Benny?" I asked sitting up the covers all that concealed me

"Yeah?" He asks fixing his hair a little I smiled jumping off the bed grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling his lips to my own, he kissed back seemingly shocked but happy to kiss me, his hair tickling me in an odd but pleasant way his hands moved around me sweetly around my waist sitting on my back and my hip as we kissed slowly but rhythmically our lips moving against each other in perfect time and sync till I pulled back but stayed in his arms his face a little vacant "whoa…" was all that arrived at his mouth "hi"

"Hi" I smiled

"If you want me to come back to bed princess you only have to ask?"

"No, I just wanted to give you a kiss before you go"

"You've never kissed me before." He blushed and I shrugged and he smiled widely "how about after today, you come to new york with me?"

"Why?"

"I wanna take you to my place, maybe we can go out to dinner and other stuff" he suggests "come on, come to new york with me princess"

"I will… if I win" I smiled

"Alright," he smirked, giving me another kiss. "I'll see you later" he winked before he went unlocking my door and heading out into the university.

I smiled fixing my petticoats as I found my table for the game today Benny smirked as he too arrived at the table he offering his hand so I shook it before we sat at the table, he smirked at me crossing his arms as he looked at me "your move princess" he smirked as I felt him gently playing footsie with me under the table clicking the clock so we could start.

[peachyproserpina]

Oops Pt. 2

Jason Roberts (SVU) x Fem!Reader

Part one here!

Here it is! It's kinda jumpy but I hope yall enjoy it! Tagging my love @glassbxttless for all your help with this and the fact it's dedicated to you!

TW: Smut, Alcohol, Drugs, Food, lots of Crying, mentions of abuse, mentions of Death, pregnancy, babies, swearing

As always! If I have missed a tag let me know and I will tag it!

You hiss when the cold jelly gets smeared on your stomach, you’re fucking pregnant, test after test after fucking test and you’re pregnant. You booked an appointment with Planned Parenthood as soon as they would let you and made Jason come with. They confirmed with a blood test that yes indeed you we’re pregnant and about 5ish weeks along at that point. You both looked at each other and the nurse could see the panic between you too. She sent you home with a stack of pamphlets as thick as your arm and assured you that you have options, even if you needed to make them quick.

That was 3 weeks ago when your bras still fit you, this isn’t your first ultrasound but the jelly never gets any better no matter how much you prepare. Jason is here, he’s insisted on coming to every appointment. He was clingy before but ever since you found out he’s been even worse. Watching the cameras and your location more so then before and having you facetime him whenever you’re out of the apartment. Clingy.

-

You’re at 12 weeks now and your monkey is about as big as a lime and really fucking with everything they can. You’re showing now, now matter how many layers or flowy dresses you put on, and between the cravings and the aversions (Chocolate is a go but for some reason tacos make you gag) you’ve put on a few pounds. Jason loves it, after the shock wore off and you both decided to keep it, always wanting kids but never knowing when. It just. Felt right. He picked up on your moods and cravings just as well as he did before and the fact your chest is so big now you cant even wear a bra is a plus. You’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve been woken up with Jason between your thighs as soon as he’s home from work, or when he gently fucks you awake, big hand covering your whole bump and cooing praise in your ear before filling you with cum and letting you get the sleep you need. You’re both adjusting and determined to ‘keep you safe babygirl’ Jason got a promotion with a healthy wage and he’s kept you cooped up at home where he can watch you and his monkey.

-

“I’m so sorry you have to grow up without a Daddy monkey.” You’re gently rubbing your bump as you walk down the street, en route to your old apartment. The one right across the hall from Jason used to live, where his mom still lives.

“He’s just so dumb for telling grandma I’m going to kill him before you’re born I’m sure of it.” You don’t notice the looks from the people milling on the stairway of the building, too bust fuming at the fact Jason managed to do the one thing you asked him not to do.

Tell anyone.

You wanted to keep it until you knew the gender, maybe post something on your socials, call your family about it. Invite Estelle over for a dinner and let her know then. But nope, Jason as much as a mommas boy he is, spilled the beans a day after you asked him not to. Causing you to make your way to the old building for a ‘baby-baby shower’ with his mom, with a strict “No boys allowed!’ leaving Jason a mess as you walked around New York, knowing he was never far, always watching you helped calm him down. You don’t even have to kock before Estelle is rushing you in the door, and you can’t tell if it’s the spread she has thoughtfully laid out or the hormones but you’re already crying.

There’s cute little cakes, caffeine free tea, candies, chocolate, pickles, and everything else you have possibly been craving spread all over her kitchen table, you hug her close and try to stop your tears.

“Let's get you sat down before you hurt yourself honey.” She sits you in one of her kitchen chairs and brings you a tissue, you thank her as she hands you a cup of tea and you both settle in for the afternoon celebration. She’s dipped into the brandy and brought out all of Jason’s old baby stuff she’ll be sending you home with, you’re flipping through and laughing when you stop on a picture of newborn Jason being held in a man's arms. You furrow your brow and she picks up on that. “He was an awful man you know. Beat me black and blue and Jason too.” Her words take you by surprise, Jason never talked about his dad, just that he was a deadbeat and glad he was dead.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Jason never.” She cuts you off with a soft hand on your thigh before she gently rubs the top of your belly.

“He died young you know, I-” she takes a swig of brandy before she continues. “He beat Jason so bad he broke his arm. Can you believe that? Jason wasn’t much older then 7, still a baby and that bastard broke his arm.” You’re speechless as you flick your eyes between Estelle and the photo of Jason’s father. “He was sleeping around too. Thought I didn’t know, it was the 90’s of course I fucking knew when his pager was going off at all hours. He didn’t even have a pager for work.” You sniffle and nod your head, you really had no idea, Jason never talked about his father and you let it be.

“He shoulda known better, sleeping pills and coke are a dangerous mix you know. Add in some tramp and all the clubs he was going to it was bound to happen sooner or later.” She smiles at you then and you’ve seen that same smile on Jason, recognize that smile. That’s the one he gave you after he came over and installed the first camera. Your blood runs cold for a second before you’re pulled out of your head by Estelle flipping the page and cooing at how cute Jason was taking apart his first Nintendo console.

-

20 weeks, 5 months and you’re suffering. Your hips are aching and popping, there’s this nerve in your back that keeps pinching and sometimes it’s so bad you can’t even move. You can’t even sleep a full night before the little one is moving around or you’re dying from how hot it is. You whine as Jason gets up, jostling you awake.

“Jas no, come back to bed I finally got some sleep.” You’re making grabby hands at him and he walks around to your side of the bed and pressing kisses against your hair.

“I cant baby, we’re gonna have people over for your shower and I should clean up a little.” Jason is rubbing his hand up and down your belly as he talks, settling the little one and you can feel angry tears well up in your eyes.

“Do we have to? I don’t want to Jason, please?” You can feel the tears leak out now and you’re mad, mad at him, mad at your monkey for keeping you up, mad at yourself for getting pregnant. He kisses your tears before giving you a filthy kiss and teasing his fingers over your clit that makes you gasp and forget all about how mad you just were.

“You have friends come over and we get to know whether it’s a boy or a girl. Then we get to think about names. So no. I’ll get the bath ready for ya momma.” Jason's walking away before you can pull him back and demand he makes you cum. You shut your eyes and try to get ready for this day.

The party is easy breezy, gifts were exchanged, weird games were played, and your friends organized a cute revel, filling a box with so many pink balloons and streamers, and ribbon you’re sure you’re going to find them even after your baby is born. Jason’s getting nervous again, you’ve kicked everyone out saying you’re tired and they left without complaint.

“Whats wrong Jas? I can feel you worrying from over here.” You scoot over on the couch and make room for him, he moves from where he was cleaning stuff up and drops into the seat. He’s running his hands through his hair before you pull one to your lips and kiss it. He’s lets out the breath he was holding, letting the tension drop from his shoulders as he rests his head back on the couch. Spreading his long long legs out wide, you feel the pang of arousal as you eye up his thighs, his crotch the way his adam’s apple bobs when he smiles before he letting everything out.

“What if I’m not right for you? What if I’m just like my dad? I don’t think I’m good enough to raise your ba-” you cut off his tirade by straddling his thigh and rubbing your cunt against it. You whipped off your bottoms as soon as everyone left, just in your panties and a tank as you lounged and watched Jason. His head snaps up and he whimpers when he can feel you soak through his denim already. You pull his hands up to cup your chest, sighing as you catch your clit as just the right angle and he lifts up your heavy tits, giving your back a little bit of a break.

“You’re gonna be fucking perfect Jason.” You’re getting desperate and the way Jason is looking at you like you single-handedly hung the stars in the sky is feeding your ego and your arousal. His chest is rising and falling just as fast as yours is and his cock has filled out so fast he’s light headed. You keep going, so desperate after that little tease this morning you’re already close to coming and its not fair. Jason tenses his thigh under you and you gasp. “Do that fucking again Jas. Right now.” He whines and does as he is told, as the little change helps push you over the edge and you’re cumming, soaking his jeans and hungrier than before for his cock. You weave your fingers through his hair and yank, hard.

“Take your cock out right fucking now.” He’s nodding eyes glazed over as he rushes to do what you’ve asked. You don’t let up on the death grip on his hair, covering his neck with dark hickies and bites that he’ll have to cover up when he leaves for work. You feel the trail of precum as he frees his cock from his pants and it slides up your thigh, you pull back and when you see it, so angry red and big for you you grind down onto his thigh again and moan. You’re maneuvering yourself so you can sit on Jason's cock and ever the worrier he is, he's helping. Spreading his legs wider, his hands holding your hips so you and your belly can fit against him tight on the couch that is probably too small to be doing this on.

You let go of his hair, pull his lips to yours as you finally sit down on his cock, the moan you rip from your chest is almost as pretty as Jason’s sigh.

“You’re so fucking tight for me baby girl. So fucking hot.” Jason's mouth is running and you huff, not happy he’s coherent enough to do so. You kiss him again, nipping on his bottom lip hard as you start to move. His hands are everywhere, your tits, your thighs, your back pulling you close so he can shove his tongue down your throat. You haven’t been at this long but you can feel the orgasm building right at the base of your spine, where lately it’s only hurt. It’s not long before Jason has a thumb on your clit and a nipple in his mouth. You hold him close to your chest as you bounce bounce bounce on his big dick.

“Fuck I'm gonna cum Jason. Please keep doing that.” You tilt your head back and grind yourself onto him, you’re so fucking close and you can feel from the way Jason’s pulsing inside of you he’s not too far off either. He pinches the nipple he doesn’t have in his mouth hard and that's enough to tip you over the edge, soaking his lap yet again as you cum. Thighs shaking tense as you clamp down on Jason’s length and he is right behind you. Filling you up to overflowing with his cum, messy as you both come down.

-

“JASON!” You’re frantic as you call for him,m knowing damn well he is not there. You can feel your water pool where you're standing in the kitchen. Of course the ONE DAY Jason has to go into work your water breaks. You reach for your phone that's ringing as you shift worriedly in your spot in the kitchen.

“What's wrong babygirl?” Jason’s on the other line, frantic, you can hear shouting in the back. It might be his boss but you’re starting to freak out and the first contraction hits and you wail. “Baby, talk to me, I can see you but the cameras don’t have microphones yet.”

“I- my water just broke Jas, I just had a contraction I need you here.” You’re crying, panicking and you can hear Jason huff and puffin your ear. He’s surprisingly calm on the other end as you sniffle into the phone, trying to remember those stupid breathing exercises you learned about in that Virtual birthing class you both took.

“I’m almost home love, can you get to the bag near the door?” You move, stiff and awkward but you’re moving. “Good job baby girl. Get to the bag by the door and I’m almost home. We'll get you to the hospital soon, promise.” You’re taking those deep breaths as you waddle to the door.

“Jas, how are you almost home? It takes 20 fucking-” you gasp as you feel another twinge and take big gulps of air. “You’re 20 minutes away if you take the train.” You’re puzzled as you hear him breathing heavy through the line.

“I just ran. It’s faster.” You nearly drop the phone at that.

“You did not! Jason! You are going to die!” You’re laughing and you can hear his footsteps pounding, you’re at the go bag by the door and you try to bend over to pick it up and nearly fall over. You’re still not fucking used to being this big. The door slams open as you’re resting against the wall bag as your feet and ruined clothes. Jason's there, your man, your creepy fucking neighbor who spied on you and now got your pregnant. He’s sweaty, he really did run all the way from work for you and the thought makes you want to laugh and cry at how much you fucking love him. But then another contraction hits and you're crying out in pain again. He’s picking up the bag at your feet before he’s helping you step into some slides and gently ushering you down the stairs to Estelle's car that is waiting to take you to the hospital.

One Epidural and 14 hours of labor later you have your baby girl, Delilah Stella Roberts, sleeping against your chest and Jason is trying not to cry as she has him already wrapped around her finger.

[bisexualcrowley]

A Drinking Game

Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Turns out when the devil drinks, he gets horny

Content/warnings: Smut/NSFW, drinking, one night stands, slightly ooc lucifer?

Word Count: 2,624

You scanned the crowded bar, mindlessly spinning a shot glass on the tip of your finger as your eyes wandered from person to person. It was late, just past 12:30 on a Friday, so unsurprisingly the joint was packed.

Bored eyes flicked between the drunken patrons, pouring the occasional drink for those who stepped up to the bar, but for the most part you were left alone, the shadowy figures favoring dancing over shots tonight, and you let out a sigh, glass spinning smoothly in circles on your hand.

You were about to turn to your boss to ask for an early off tonight when someone caught your eye. He was tall, with mussed hair and an open button down slung over a t shirt and you could see his eyes glinting in the reddish lights of the room. You couldn’t tell exactly what it was about you that had drawn your attention, but you could tell whatever it was had worked in both directions as his steely gaze locked on you, and you felt a shiver run down your back as he released his hold on the door you only just now realized he had been holding open as he made his way through the crowd towards you.

You cocked your head in curiosity as he approached, the glass on your finger having long since stopped spinning, and you stood frozen as the man walked up to the counter and slid into the seat directly in front of you.

As he moved under the dull light shining over the counter his features came into more detail, messy dark blond hair falling softly in front of stunningly blue eyes. He was taller than he appeared from afar, and you gulped as he slid a few dollars across the counter to you, piercing eyes locking with yours as he moved.

“I’ll take 2 shots of your best tequila, sweetheart”

His voice was rougher than you had expected, with the slightest touch of an accent you couldn’t quite place and it went straight between your legs, your thighs involuntarily clenching at the sudden rush of arousal. Hoping to retain a professional appearance, you brushed aside the feeling, took the cash and turned to the shelves stocked with various bottles of alcohol, and returned with two shots of the amber liquid, setting them in front of him with a quiet click.

Feeling bold, or at least bolder than usual, you smirked, resting your forearms on the smooth surface and leaning towards the stranger, your cleavage now in perfect view of the man. “Now then, what’s a guy like you doin’ in a place like this?” You purred, your usually mild southern drawl thickening and blending with the pounding bass of the music around you.

The man let out a good natured laugh before resting his chin in his hand, raising a sly eyebrow at you.  “I do believe that’s my line, miss”

You chuckled, returning to spinning the shot glass on your finger. “You got me there. Name’s Y/n, pleased to meet you”

“Lucifer, and right back at you. I like the accent, you’re from where, Texas?” He smiled with the flicker of a smirk behind those ocean blue eyes which kept flicking downwards, watching the swirling motion of the cup on your fingertip.

“Lucifer, like, Satan type Lucifer? Damn, you must’ve had interesting parents. I like it though, very unique, it suits you”

You chuckled at the snort of laughter he responded with, cocking your head slightly as you continued. “And Louisiana, actually. Moved out here for school, couldn’t find a reason to leave. How about you, Lucifer, what’s your story”

He swallowed heavily as his name rolled off your tongue, drawing it out in a seductive hum and finishing with a grin.

He laughed again and threw a shot back, slamming the glass on the table and sliding the other towards you. “Believe me baby, that would just kill the mood. All that matters right now? You, me, and this tequila, darlin’, so why don’t you drink to that.”

Lucifer winked and you giggled, putting aside the glass you were fiddling with and shrugging off your sweater, exposing your tight, dark purple tank top that hugged your curves deliciously and showed off just the right amount of skin. You took the shot graciously, letting the burn of the alcohol fuel your courage, and you pulled the bottle down and re-filled your drinks.

“I’ll drink with you, if, we can play a little drinking game”

The man raised his eyebrow again, smirk ghosting against his lips, reaching for a glass. “What’ve you got in mind?”

“How’s about you tell me what you like in bed, and if I’m into it, I take a shot, then I do the same for you.” You swirled the amber liquid around, blinking perfectly lined eyes at Lucifer, who responded with a wicked smile and twitch of his head in a nod of agreement.

“I’ll start then… Dirty talk, that’s a big one for me” You said quietly, your previous burst of confidence not diminishing despite your drop in tone. His eyes fell to your chest, not so secretly eying your barely covered breasts before downing his drink, pushing the glass forward for a refill. “Rough sex?”

You let out a hum of approval before taking the shot, Lucifer looking rather pleased with your answer.

“Hair pulling”

He took a shot

“Biting”

You took a shot

The alcohol beginning to cloud your mind, you smirked and tugged your top down more, giving the man in front of you a perfect view of your lacy bra, which covered just enough that he didn’t get the full show, but left little to the imagination, and Lucifer let out a quiet groan, entranced by the sight.

“Oral, giving and receiving” You bit your lip, watching him down another shot, and feeling somehow even bolder, you leaned over the counter to brush a strand of hair away from his face, fingers trailing down his lower lip before returning to the counter.

Lucifer growled, pushing aside the discarded cups and lurching forward, face coming to rest millimeters from yours. His lips moved beside your ear, nipping softly. “If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs”

Your eyes widened, thighs rubbing together yet again as you felt your arousal threaten to drip down your legs, and a breathy moan escaped your lips.

“Wanna get out of here? My shift ends in five minutes, they won’t miss me if I leave now.” You rasped out, voice rough with rapidly strengthening desire. Lucifer nodded, biting at the crest of your ear again before sliding out of his seat, dropping a few bills on the counter. You grabbed your sweater, not bothering to put it on before sliding over the counter, finding yourself in Lucifer’s arms on the other side.

He set you down on the ground gently, hands lingering on your hips and eyes glued to your cleavage yet again as you made your way to the bar’s exit. You spun around to face Lucifer as the door shut behind you, grabbing him by the shirt collar and pulling him into a steamy kiss which he returned more than enthusiastically, hands coming down to grip your ass.

He tasted like coffee and tequila, it was intoxicating and you found yourself lost in the kiss, unable to stop the whine from escaping your lips as he pulled away for a breath, his mouth coming down to suck a hickey into your exposed skin as you gasped for air.

“My place is down the street, why don’t we take this party there, hmm?” He panted against your shoulder, you giving a quick nod of approval and grabbing his hand, letting him pull you along

The second the door to Lucifer’s apartment slammed shut his hands were on you once again, shoving you against the door and crashing his lips against yours. His lips moved against yours desperately, tongue brushing against your lip and fighting for dominance against yours.

Your hands made their way from his hair to his shoulders to his chest, never leaving his body as you moved against each other, moaning loudly as his leg found it’s way between yours, rutting against your hip as you ground your core down on his thigh.

Lucifer pulled away suddenly, chest heaving, eyes blown wide with lust and a sizable bulge in his jeans. You groaned in frustration, grabbing at his shirt again only to be met with a rough tug on your hair, forcing you backwards. A whine was torn from your lips as you watched Lucifer yank his shirt over his head and throw it to the side, pressing his body up against yours once again.

“Now gorgeous, I remember saying something about having my head between your legs, so that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Be a good girl for me and strip, and I promise I’ll have you cumming so hard you’ll be seeing stars for a week.” He growled, sucking another hickey into your neck and chuckling at the choked moan you breathed out in response.

Immediately you threw off your shirt, smirking when Lucifer’s breath caught in his throat as you undid your bra, breasts falling loose. Your repeated your actions with your shorts and panties, thighs slick with your arousal as you stood naked in front of Lucifer.

He growled again, eyes flashing as he grabbed you by the hips and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you over to the bedroom before dumping you on his bed. You lay there panting as he kicked off his jeans, pausing to palm at the bulge in his boxers and smile wickedly at the sight below. You were about to pull him down onto you when he made the move himself, climbing onto the bed and pressing a deep kiss to your lips before maneuvering himself down between your legs

A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling of his breath against your core, gasping when he licked a slow stripe up your thigh, repeating the motion until you were a panting, trembling mess beneath him.

“Enough teasing, sweetheart?” Lucifer murmured against your hip, moving upwards to trail sloppy kisses along the divot between your dripping cunt and leg, earning a string of breathless expletives in response. “I’ll take that as a yes, then”

And with that, he dove in, tongue lapping at your juices while two of his long, slim fingers made their way inside you, curling to brush your g-spot and thrusting to match the speed of his mouth.

A wrecked moan was drawn from your throat, thrusting your hips up to meet his actions, whimpering and mewling with each flick of his tongue against your clit and rub of his fingers against your inner walls. You could feel your climax approaching shockingly fast, and apparently Lucifer could feel it too, his actions quickening, nipping lightly at your clit and soothing it with a pass with his tongue yet again, pushing you over the edge.

You screamed as your orgasm hit you, thrashing out as your back arched up off the bed, fluids squirting from your core as the pleasure washed over you, vision turning to white.

You lay there panting, waiting for your vision to clear. When you finally came down from your high, you found Lucifer kneeling between your face, one hand at his mouth, sucking your juices off his fingers, and the other palming desperately at his leaking cock over his boxers.

He chuckled when he noticed you staring, moving up to kiss you once again. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned against his mouth, feeling him smile into the kiss at the sound.

Your lips never separating from each other, your fingers made their way to the edge of his boxers, tucking under the elastic and easing them down his hips, smirking as his length sprung free, rubbing against your hip and smearing a trail of precum along your heated skin.

Lucifer was once again the first to pull away from the kiss, the both of you panting and pupils blown wide with arousal. Your eyes were fixated on him, mesmerized by the view. His mouth was hanging open slightly, hair matted with sweat to his face, light stubble across his cheeks and lips swollen from making out like horny teenagers. You tried not to stare, but in this moment it was the hottest thing you had ever seen, and unconsciously your hips bucked upwards.

He gave you an almost sheepish grin, rolling off of you to kick his underwear off the rest of the way and to grab a condom from a drawer in his bedside table, returning to your side and tearing open the foil packet.

You pressed a soft kiss to the side of his mouth, taking the condom from his hands and rolling it down his impressive length, biting your lip at the breathy moan he let out but tilting your head in confusion when he paused your hand, gently removing it from the base of his cock. Moving the hand to rest on his thigh, you raised an eyebrow in silent questioning, pushing yourself upright to meet Lucifer’s gaze properly.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He brushed a hand softly across your jaw as he spoke and you felt your heart swell at the question, appreciative of how even in his intoxicated and aroused state, the man still took the time to make sure he still had your consent.

A smile spread across your face and you nodded, whispering your confirmation before you threw your leg over his lap, straddling him and sinking down on his cock in one swift motion.

Lucifer’s eyes flew wide open, groaning your name as your walls clenched around him and he grabbed you by the hips, throwing the two of you into a roll that left him on top of you, cock still buried inside you.

He was still for a moment, admiring you squirming beneath him before letting go of his control, letting an almost feral noise escape his lips as he pulled out and slammed himself back in, repeating the motion harder and faster each time until he found a rhythm you were both happy with.

You were a moaning mess beneath him, legs slung around his hips and nails scratching patterns down his muscular back, crying out with each thrust. You screamed as he shifted again, hitting your g-spot straight on, feeling your second orgasm building with each thrust.

“L-L-Lucifer I don- don’t think I’m go- gonna last much lo-longer” You stammered, hips flying up to grind your clit against the base of his cock, causing him to grunt and speed up again, rhythm faltering as his thrusts became more and more erratic. You reached your peak seconds before Lucifer, moaning out a string of expletives as you clenched down around his cock, squirting for the second time that night, soaking your bodies.

The gush of fluids was enough to push Lucifer over the edge and he came with a guttural moan, fucking you through his orgasm to the point of over-stimulation before pulling out with a low groan, tossing the condom into a garbage can and collapsing on the bed next to you.

He laid there panting, still coming down from the blissful feeling, letting out a breathy chuckle when you rolled over and rested your head on his chest, sleeping peacefully within minutes. Lucifer followed suit, wrapping an arm around your body and vaguely thinking that he hoped you’d still be there when he awoke, and drifted off to sleep

[zmayadw]

Evening all :)

Time to continue with the story.

Wishing you all a nice evening :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 7

Back at the room, i quickly took another shower, and still wrapped in my towel opened the wardrobe. Hmm, what to weare? I havent really paid attention when i packed before coming to Duskwood, i just threw clothes in my suitcase, i was lucky i took enough clean underweare. I decided for my grey skinny jeans, black straps top, and my favorite green shirt. I loved that shirt, it made my eyes more greener when wearing it. Arround my neck was a descrete silver chain, with a clover pendant that i got from my mom. I was releived when i found out in hospital that i havent lost it when all the shit happened. She gave it to me when i was 10ish or so, telling me it will always bring me luck and keep me safe, and i always did feel safer wearing it, so i rarely took it off. My toughts got interruped by the sound of a message on my phone. It was from Jessy, informing me she and Dan will pick me up in about 15 minutes. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, put on some face powder since i was still a bit paleish. I putted some mascara and my lipgloss on. I grabbed my shoes and my purse. One more quick look at the mirror.I was ready and decided to wait for them outside. I wasnt out for long when Dan steered the car onto motels parking. He left the car and went for the back doors opening them for me. „Wow, Maya, i almost didnt recognize you, all dressed up!“ he grinned at me. „Should i take that as a compliment?“ „Definatly!“ he said, winkig at me, as i sat in the back seat, Jessy turning to me. „You look great!“ she smiled at me. „Thanks!“ i replied, smiling back. „I hope you're hungry.“ „Actually, im starving.“i said with a smile. After days of gloom toughts about all, and well, Jake mostly, seeing him today got me in good mood again.

We parked infront of the Black Swan. Leaving  the car, i turned to Dan saying teasingly  „Last time you got stud up comming here, this time you're here with two beautifull women.“ As i said it, both Jessy and me grabbed Dan, each under one of his arm. „What more can a guy wish for!“ he said, grinning, but added as we neared the entrance „ But, sorry Maya, i'll be going home with just one of you, tho.“ He turned to Jessy, giving her one soft kiss. „Good answer.“ I teased „And dont worry about me, my broken heart will just have to drown its sorrow with some chocolate!“ I tried to sound serious and hurt, but Jessy looked at me, and we both stared laughing. Dan shook his head at us „Man, and Jessy tought i will be pain in the ass when we meet. You two are impossible.“ „Untill you get some whiskey in you.“ i teased, mischievous grin showing on his face. „Exactly!“ he chimed happily, but Jessy was already giving him one of her stern looks. „Dannn..“ she started, but i stod to his defense „Aww, c'mon Jessy, dont be like that. You did promise me you will let Dan of the hook when i get out of the hospital. We are celebrating afer all.“ Now both Dan and me wer looking at her, making the best puppy faces we could. „Oh you two!“ she said, waveing her finger at us. „Fine, just this once! As you said, we are celebrating.“ Dan gave me a high five as a sign of our victory, wich now made Jessy shake her head, adding wit a groan „Oh, im soooo gonna regert this.“ I hugged her, pecking her on the cheek, cherfully saying „We could all use some fun.“ She looked me inquiringly, as we wer seated at our table „What got you in such a good mood?“ „Oh, nothing much“ i said, not realizing my smile widening „I'm just happy to be alive and kicking.“  The restoran was really nice, and quite packed with people, but not too loud, so we could normaly talk. We ordered some food and just had a nice time, talking casualy, eating, drinking, laughing and teasing eachother. Jessy became a really good friend to me in this short time, i was grateful to have her in my life. Both her and Dan. And she and Dan went so well together. He looked tough at the surface, but she calmed that restlesness in him. And she looked happy with him, sincerely happy. At some point, Dan excused himself and went for the toilet. As he left the table, Jessy looked at me, squinting her eyes „Spill it out already!“ I tilted my head on the side „What possibly could you mean?“ „Ohh, dont keep me on edge, Maya!“ she pleaded. „I knew the moment i saw you something was up.Spill it!“ „Fine, fine“ i started, her look getting all curious. „I saw Jake today.“ I said grinning like a little kid. She squileed from excitement, waveing her hands on the side „Talk! Now, before Dan comes back! And dont you dare to leave anything out!“ I chuckled at her. I quickly told her everything that happened, her listening patiently. When i was done, she was smiling from ear to ear, and i guess i did the same. „I told you so!“ she siad, and i burst laughing. „Oh, i had a feeling you might say that.“ „Well, was i wrog?“ she asked, to wich i shook my head in agreement with her. „Then i should say it again: I told you so!“ she said cheerfully. „“All right, all right, lets not get ahead of ourselves“ i started „It was a start, a promising one, but he still cant get over it completly.“ „That may be“ she said „But it wont be long till all will be allright again, you'll see.“ She smiled at me, and let a little squeek of excitement again, and this time i joined her. Dan returned to the table, looking both of us quizzically „What are you two up to now?“ he asked, as he sat back at his chair. We looked at eachother, grinning, and Jessy replied, winking at me „Oh, just talking some girls stuff.“ Dan made a face „You're talking about 'hacker boy', arent you?“ I looked sharply at him „Yes we are, if you must know. And i told you to stop calling him that.“ As i said it, i kicked him at his lower leg under the table, just as he was taking a sip of his beer. „Sorry, sorry“ he said, stedying his glass „Old habbits die hard.“ I stuck my toung at him, and he did the same back. „Stop it you two!“ Jessy hissed at us, and we started giggling. „Well, then“ Dan started to say „If you dont mind, leave that mooshy wooshy stuff for later, when im not arround. I would like to keep my dinner 'in', if you get me.“ He made a gaging gesture, wich made Jessy hit him on the shoulder. „What“ he protested „I'm just being honest here.“ He grinned at her. I smiled „Fine, fine, no more wooshy mooshy talks from now on. But, im in need of that chocolate then, to compensate for it!“ i teased, and Dan just grinned at me „Way ahead of you!“ Now it was my turn to look at him with confusion, when the waiter came to our table bringing three pieces of chocholate cake. I took a bite of mine, Dan asking „So, all good?“ „You're lucky i'm a sucker for chocholate..so, yes, all good.“ I said smiling and taking antoher bite. „Well, since you're in such a good mood, i have a confession to make.“ Jessy was looking at me now, smiling through her teeth, a bit nervous . „Our evening kinda doesnt involve just this dinner.“ „Mhm, go on, talk“ i said „I had a feeling you had something else in plan for me tonigh.“  „Well, its just that everyone was asking me about you..soooo i invited them all to join us for drinks at Aurora later.“ „Kinda tought that might happen.“ I said seriously, and Jessy's mood got down a bit. „But, only if Dan promisess me some karaoke fun.“ Jessy chuckled. „Dear God, is there anything you didnt tell her?“ Dan asked, and she started moving her eyes from one side to the other, gesturing her thinking „Hmm let me see.“ Dans eyes opened wide in wonder. „I might still keep few things to myself.“ She turned to me, winked, and we laughed. Poor Dan took three big gulps of his beer „We better hurry to Aurora, i need something stronger then beer.“

[writing-mermaid]

Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree

Summary : Sonny, Y/N and Stella are decorating the Christmas tree.

Pairing : Sonny Carisi x reader

Warnings : None, it’s just pure fluff.

Word Count : 1 857

Author’s note : Written for @thatesqcrush​‘s Holiday B!ngo: Naughty & Nice filling the squares tree lighting and decorating. Don’t forget that feedback is appreciated and really important.

Song of the title : Blue Christmas - Kelly Clarkson

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“Come on daddy, hurry up !!!”, Stella shouts, entering the living room, Sonny following her, his arms full of boxes.

“Stella, calm down please”, I say, exiting the bathroom.

“Sorry mommy”, my four years old replies settling down on the floor.

“Everything is here normally”, Sonny states, putting the boxes down. “Christmas tree, decorations, lightings, Santa’s figurine, the snowman, the reindeers.”

  He opens the first box and puts a Christmas tree bulb on the table. This one bulb is special, that’s the one from Stella’s first Christmas, as blue as her eyes, made of glass, with her name on it and stars all around. Stella, our little star, the light of our lives.

  “Maybe you should open the box with the tree first, babe”, I say, while Sonny takes other decorations from the box.

“You’re right, we better put the tree first. Same place as usual ?”

“Of course, in the alcove between the rooms”, I say, showing him the nook in the wall where Stella plays.

  From the very first Christmas we spent here, the tree has its place there. That way, it’s not in the middle of the room and it was more convenient when Stella learned to walk, there was no risk that the tree fell on her.

  “Your wishes are my commands”, he winks. “Stella, come and help daddy please, principessa.”

“Si papa”, she rises on her feet and follows her dad to the nook.

  Four years old and she already understands three languages and speaking a few words of two of them. Sonny starts to drag the long box containing the tree to the other side of the room, pretending it’s too heavy for him, doing like he needs our daughter to help him.

  “It’s not heavy daddy, look that’s very light”, Stella giggles.

“No, no look, it’s too heavy, I don’t have enough strength”, he says, pretending to pull the box and not managing to move it, making Stella’s giggles intensify.

“But daddy, you’re a cop, cop are supposed to be burly”, she states, very seriously.

“No baby, your mommy is the cop at home now, I’m an ADA, you remember, so I lost my strength”, Sonny lies on the ground, pretending to be exhausted.

“So, we should ask mommy to lift it because she’s the burly one now.”

  Her comment makes me laugh. She’s still adjusting to Sonny not being a cop anymore, even if he became the state’s ADA for a little more than a year now and that she decorated his brand new office with some drawings and there’s a picture of us three on his desk.

  “I’m not that burly baby, pursuing criminals doesn’t make me burlier, it makes me more tired every day, and I’m barely in my early-thirties”, I sigh.

  Stella looks at me, blinking her big blue eyes.

  “Mommy is kidding baby”, I say, approaching her and ruffling her Y/H/C hair. “Let’s see if I’m stronger than daddy.”

  I grab the handle of the box and lift it easily.

  “Wow, mummy, you’re so strong”, Stella beams at me, impressed. “Now you should help daddy to get up again !”

“Are you really sure I should help daddy ?”

“Yes !”, she nods. “He has to build the tree.”

“Ok then. Come on daddy give me your hand”, I extend my hand to Sonny’s big one, while still having the Christmas tree in my other hand. “Oh, your daddy is too weighty, Stella help, I can’t lift him”, I gasp.

“Come on daddy, get up”, our little girl goes behind him and pushes on his back, while I pull him.

  Sonny plays the game and finally gets up from the floor.

  “Thank you, Stella and mummy, I couldn’t stand up without your help.”

  Oh, he’s good at it, playing with Stella, making her laugh. Well, he has some practice thanks to his sisters’ kids. Fatherhood came so naturally to Sonny. I always knew that he would make an amazing father from the first moment I saw him with a child, and when we knew I was pregnant, he was thrilled. And I will never regret having a child with that lanky man. God, even with that awful mustache of his, he managed to seduce me.

  “Come on, let’s make the tree”, Stella starts to whine, pulling on her dad’s hand.

“Alright, alright, we’re making it”, Sonny answers, scooping Stella into his arms and walking to the nook, while I follow him with the box.

  I put the box down and open it to take out the different pieces of the tree. Sonny starts to assemble them under the sparkling gaze of Stella.

  “Y/N, babe, can you bring the decoration boxes here whilst I assemble the tree please ?”

“Sure”, I say walking to the table.

  I’m about to pick the box on the table, when I see Stella approaching her father with a Santa hat in her little hands. She covers Sonny’s head with it and both of them erupt of laughter. I take my phone out of my jean’s pocket, immortalizing that tender moment between my fiancé and our daughter. Sonny, his Santa hat still on his head, resumes to his assembling of the tree, Stella giving him the different pieces. I go back to them, the ornaments box in my arm, without forgetting Stella’s bulb on the table.

  “The tree is up”, Sonny says, standing up. “We just have to put the decorations on”, he adds, whipping his hands on his jeans.

“What color should we put on the tree ?”, I ask.

“Red !”, Stella states seriously as if all Christmas depends on the color of the decorations we put on the tree.

“So red it is”, Sonny opens wide the box I just put down next to him.

  He takes a few silver garlands out of the box and put them aside, with the matching bulbs. Silver was last year’s choice. But, even if this year decorations are red, there’ll be a touch of blue with Stella’s bulb.

“Why red this year baby ?”, I question her.

“Because at school we are learning the song Blue Christmas and the singer says ‘decorations or red on a green tree’. Miss Downey says that the singer’s name is Lis Pacey.”

“Elvis Presley baby”, Sonny corrects, “but, did you know that mom’s favorite singer covered it in a Christmas record ?”, Stella shakes her head, meaning that she doesn’t know.

  He smiles at me. I know that talking about Kelly Clarkson reminds him our very first date. He took me to her New York gig, and I highly suspect Amanda to have told him I was a huge fan and suggesting the concert as a perfect first date. Well, of course it was perfect because we wouldn’t be here six years later, and Stella would never have been born.

  “Here they are, the red decorations”, Sonny says with a smile of triumph, removing the piece of card separating the box in two.

“Yay !!!!”, Stella shouts, diving in the card, her little body half disappearing in it, and she reappears, barely two seconds later, a big red garland wrapped around her neck like a boa.

  She starts to walk in the room, laughing, twirling a part of the garland and silly dancing on her already long legs. That child will probably be as tall as her father. Sonny looks at her in awe, I’m still amazed at how much he loves her.

  “I’m going to look in the other boxes if I find the red string lights and the top star”, I peck his cheek, making him snap back from his staring state to take the decorations out of the box.

“Do you realize that we actually made that little human ?”, he says, his eyes not leaving Stella’s little frame.

“Every day since the moment she first kicked me when she was still in my womb”, I tell him while turning back to the rest of the boxes.

  I open one the other boxes by the dining table and find the figurines. Santa, snowmen, reindeers, even Stella’s Frozen figurines that she insists to put by the tree ‘because they live in Santa’s country’. They don’t really but we don’t want to upset her for now. I open another box. Wrong choice, this one contain table decorations. So, it must be in the last box. This time is the good one, the lights are here, with the red star.

  “We didn’t label the lights, I don’t know which one is what color, we’ll have to try them all”, I sigh.

  And obviously, after testing all of them, the red one finally pops up in the mess of string lights that snake around me.

  “Got it !”, I shout in victory. “We need to label it red when we put it back in the box after the holidays”, I add, rising on my feet, putting all the other lights aside.

  I go back to Stella and Sonny, who’s untangling a red garland full of knots.

  “We should really learn to put those away in a better way. Each year it’s the same thing.”

  I just nod. Sonny gets up and starts to wrap the red garland around the tree.

  “You should put this one before the others”, I say, handing him the Christmas lights.

“Lights first daddy”, Stella states very seriously, nodding with her hand under her chin, something she probably saw that on tv.

“Yes ma’am”, Sonny salutes, removing the red garland from the tree and it makes me chuckle.

  He takes the Christmas lights from my hands and start to wind it around the tree, from the top to the bottom, taking care to hide the wire behind the tree next to the plug. Next, he grabs the red garland and wraps it around the tree, and then he puts three more, the last being the one around Stella.

  “I think that’s enough garlands. Let’s put the bulbs.”

  Stella doesn’t even wait for us to take a first bulb and puts it on the tree. When she takes another one, Sonny lifts her in his arms so she can put a bulb higher. After a few minutes, the tree is all decorated except for the star at the top.

  “Ok, now the most important part”, Sonny says, grabbing Stella under her arms to lift her higher than earlier, while I hand her the star. “Put it on top baby.”

  Stella takes the star from my hands delicately and puts it gently on top of the tree. When Sonny puts her down, he tenderly kisses her forehead. When her feet hit the floor, she runs to me and hugs my legs tight. I crouch down to take her in my arms before rising up with her, hugging her tightly.

  “And now ladies, the highlight of the show !”, Sonny turns off the light and plugs the string lights.

  When the plug enters its hole, the tree lights itself and Sonny walks back to stand next to us, sliding his arm around my shoulders, Stella watching in awe the green tree and its red lights.

Taglist :

@castiel-enthusiast​, @storiesofsvu​, @the16thprecinct​, @svu-ncis-criminalminds​, @australiancarisi​, @teamsladsandgents​, @thatesqcrush​, @caplanreads​,

[mermaidssonshipss]

all my friends are fake

warnings: drug use, alcohol, fake friends, cussing, mentions of sexual assault/attempted sexual assault (there is one descriptive scene of the attempt that may be triggering, so please read with care).

pairings: jj maybank x reader with mentions of past rafe x reader (all characters are 18+ in this)

word count: 2,433 (okay well this is longer than i expected but still a blurb)

loosely inspired by “all my friends are fake” by tate mcrae

also i tried a different writing style kinda?? instead of referring to reader as “you” i’m trying out “her/she” and i think i like it. let me know how you feel about it?

Her eyes were moving across the room slowly, the drugs and alcohol floating through her system causing the movements to be slower than usual. Eventually, they fell upon Rafe, her lips turning up in a scowl as she watched the boy she once called her boyfriend press a neatly rolled hundred dollar bill against the expensive glass table in front of him, the white substance underneath passing through the crisp bill and into his nose. A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed herself off the crowded couch, stumbling slightly over someone’s foot as she maneuvered herself out of the large crowd.

Toppers voice could be heard, calling her to come over to him and meet some of his new friends. Her only response was to roll her eyes at the boy behind his back, acting as if she hadn’t heard him over the music. At every party Topper threw, he would show her off like a shiny new toy, his “best friend” who also happened to have the richest dad on the island. The low-cut ripped jeans she wore clung tightly to her legs, the feeling slightly uncomfortable now that she was hyper aware of the fabric scratching against her skin. She tugged at the bottom of her bright yellow crop top, letting out a huff as it just snapped back into its original place, resting above her belly button comfortably. As she passed through the crowd, hands grasped at her, caressing the exposed skin of her stomach and she let out an irritated sigh, pushing each of them away. Finally, she reached the door to the porch over-looking the ocean in front of Topper’s house and she quickly pushed it open, slipping through it and exhaling a loud breath as the cool summer air kissed at her sweaty skin.

Voices could be heard from under the porch and she raised her eyebrows, making her way to the railing to look under it. In the distance, her gaze fell upon 4 figures making their way to the house, and a small smile raised on her lips. The pogues always made an appearance at Toppers parties if they caught word of it, the tension in the air always thickening the second they were spotted, and she loved it. The pogues, to her, were a breath of fresh air on this shitty island, full of equally shitty people she was forced to call her friends. Every single person on this side was obsessed with money and status, and they didn’t care who they brought down in the process to achieve those things. She had always envied the pogues, though she acknowledged that life wasn’t easy for them and she was lucky, she wished she had real friends, ones that actually cared about her and not just her daddy’s money. Whenever she spotted the group, they had wide smiles on their faces, laughs passing between them easily as they just.. lived, without worrying about what everyone else thought about them, without caring. 

Eventually the four were out of her sight and entering the house, and she waited a moment before collecting herself and heading back inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of JJ.

She had been infatuated with JJ since she first moved onto the island, his blonde hair and care-free attitude immediately drawing her to him. He was the best surfer on this island, and he would do anything for his friends, which she admired. He was also the most attractive boy she’d seen, so she always went out of her way to catch a few glimpses of him. 

Suddenly, Rafe was in front of her, absolutely coked out as he stared down at the small girl in front of him, annoyance written all over her face. Of course, Rafe wasn’t the brightest boy she’d ever met, and he absolutely sucked at reading peoples emotions, so when he was pumped full of drugs, any logic he might have had sober was thrown out the window.

“Hey baby,” he slurred, his wretched breath blowing in her face. She gagged lightly, refusing to acknowledge him as she moved past his body and made her way to the stairs. Rafe was quick to follow her, his hand wrapping around her shoulder, almost causing her to fall down the stairs.

“Get off of me, Rafe,” she snapped, ripping her shoulder from his grip as she skipped the rest of the way upstairs. The upstairs of Topper’s house was always off-limits to other party-goes, and she always crept up them at one point, hiding in one of his guest rooms until she could sneak out without him guilting her into staying.

“Don’t use that tone with me,” Rafe’s voice was menacing as he spoke, both of his hands now grabbing her shoulders as he slammed her back against the wall, his body pushing her into the wall roughly. The back of her head smacked against the hard surface, her eyes going black for a moment at the impact, a ringing in her ears drowning out the party downstairs as she looked up at Rafe in disbelief.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She seethed, her tiny fists trying to push at Rafe’s chest and get him off of her, but he took one hand and held both of her wrists tightly, the other hand coming up and wrapping around her neck.

“You think you’re so much better than me, huh? Than all of us?” His voice was low as he spoke, but with each word his grip on her throat tightened, causing her to gasp for air, trying to wriggle her hands out of his vice-like grip.

“Rafe...” she managed to choke out, her eyes widening at the boy in front of her. He looked absolutely unhinged, his pupils blown wide, the whites around his eyes full of red veins, his hair all over the place, and she was terrified.

Eventually he let her wrists go, but the grip on her neck remained as he grabbed at her waist now, pushing her into the room across from him.

“What the fuck Rafe,” she screamed, her legs kicking violently as he raised her off the floor, his foot slamming the door shut behind them.

Her body was thrown on the bed and Rafe was quick to get on top of her, his legs pinning her down as he tried to rip her shirt off.

“I’ll fucking show you how good you are,” he muttered, his fingers ripping the fabric of the flimsy shirt when he realized he wasn’t gonna be able to take it off easily, “Stupid little slut, thinking you can just break up with me and get away with it? No one on this fucking island wants a dirty fucking whore like you.”

Her body was wriggling around on the bed underneath him, her arms slapping at him and trying to scratch at his face, her loud screams ripping through the empty room. Her throat was scratching at the intensity of her screams, at the way she was begging and pleading him to stop and get off of her. His hands gripped at the waistband of her jeans, her cries only growing louder, before Rafe’s body was suddenly being thrown off of hers.

She gasped loudly, propping herself up on her elbows as a mop of blonde hair could be seen dragging Rafe by the collar of his shirt.

“I’ll kill you right fucking now,” JJ’s voice was loud as he pushed Rafe into the wall, John B entering the room in a panic. He looked between her and the scene beside him before it clicked, and as Rafe went to punch JJ, John B stepped in, grabbing the lamp on the table by the door and knocking it into Rafe’s head. He stumbled for a moment before dropping to the floor, unconscious. 

JJ looked at her for a moment before his foot collided with Rafe’s stomach, the unconscious boy just flopping over onto his back fully, and JJ spit in his face before approaching her slowly, his hands raised in surrender as she looked at him with wide eyes.

“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he spoke softly before quickly pulling the short sleeved shirt he had on off and handing it to her shaking figure, “Put this on and we’ll get you out of here, okay?”

She accepted the shirt, quickly slipping it over her body, the shirt swallowing her up, the warmth and scent of it calming her down.

“What are we gonna do about him?” John B spoke from behind the two, his foot kicking at Rafe’s to make sure the boy was still passed out. He was. 

“I don’t fucking care,” JJ responded, slipping his hand into hers as she stood slowly, her eyes fixed on Rafe lying there, “I’m gonna get her out of here, take her home. Drown him in the bathtub for all I care,” she could hear the anger in his voice as he spoke, her gaze falling on his face as he looked at Rafe in disgust. He held his hand out towards John B, wiggling his fingers expectedly, and John B reached into his pockets, tossing him the keys to what she assumed was the van she always saw them in.

He muttered a quick “thanks” before looking at her, and she nodded at him, telling him she was okay, before they both made their way out of the room and down the stairs. He pushed her body behind his, his hand still holding hers as he intertwined their fingers and gave hers a gentle squeeze as she hid her face in the back of his shoulder, the two of them slipping through the crowd unnoticed. 

She let out a shaky breathy as JJ tugged her over to the van, opening the door for her to climb in. She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to let the warmth of JJ’s hand slip from hers, before climbing up and getting in, JJ joining her a moment later as he shoved the key in the ignition and slipped onto the road.

“Thank you,” her voice finally rang through the silent vehicle, JJ jumping slightly before recovering, his eyes flickering over to her for a few seconds before returning to the road.

“Of course.” His response was simple, and she nodded her head before leaning it against the window, her hands resting in her lap as she tugged on the fabric of his shirt that was currently on her.

“How’d you... how’d you hear me? Weren’t you downstairs?” She let out a quiet hiccup as she spoke, wiping her nose as a few fresh tears fell.

“I mean I didn’t hear you, really. Saw you going up the stairs and I saw Rafe follow you and try to grab you,” he shrugged as he spoke, the hand on his lap itching to reach out and grab hers, “Something didn’t feel right. So I found John B and told him I was gonna sneak upstairs and check on something. Knew he’d come find me once he realized what I said, so if something was going on, I’d have backup.” Her head nodded as she listened to him, her gaze resting on the side of his face, making him slightly nervous under her stare, his heart rate picking up.

“I don’t think... I don’t think anyone else would’ve done that. They wouldn’t have stepped in. They never have before,” she whispered, tearing her gaze from the side of his face as she looked in front of her, the driveway of her house coming into view.

“Before? This has happened before?” He had parked the van now, his fingers digging into the steering wheel, watching as you nodded your head and shrugged, “I’ll fucking kill the bastard.”

“Don’t,” her voice was panicked as she rushed the word out, turning in her seat to face JJ who looked like he was about to explode, “It’s not... it’s fine. I’m fine. I have shitty friends, so what. I just need to be more careful around Rafe, I guess.”

“But you shouldn’t have to be careful. Thats not on you. He should be able to fucking control himself. And your friends should fucking say something, do something.” 

“They don’t care about me, not really, they never have,” she let out a dry laugh, and JJ looked over at the girl sitting in front of him, finally catching glimpse of who she really was. She looked back at him for a moment, neither of them speaking, before she coughed slightly and pushed the door open, climbing out, “thank you, again. I owe you, JJ,” her words were sincere, but JJ shook his head, also crawling out of the van and walking up to her.

“First off, you don’t owe me anything,” she had stopped walking, her arms crossing over her chest as the cold air licked at her arms, “And second, stop hanging out with them. Hang out with us. With me. Who gives a fuck what anyone else says, those people back there... they don’t deserve you. And if you keep hanging out with them, then I’m gonna have to show up at every party now to keep an eye on you, and we all know what usually happens when we crash parties on this side.”

She hesitated for a moment, thinking over what he was saying before deciding he was right. She was 18, she could make her own choices, and she was done pretending. All of her friends were fake, and she was ready to finally experience the kind of friendships she craved.

“Okay.” Her response caught JJ off guard, he was pretty sure she was going to say no, but he knew he had to say it anyway, just in case. A smile spread across his lips, his eyes lighting up, and the sight brought a smile onto her own.

“Okay,” He repeated, “Well. I’m gonna go back to the party and pick up the others and pray piece-of-shit is still knocked out so I can get John B out safely. You know where John B lives right?”

“Of course,” she nodded, watching the excited boy in front of her, and the events of the evening slowly started to become a distant memory.

“Cool. Be there tomorrow at 1pm. Welcome to the pogue life,” she laughed, agreeing to be there at 1, and soon JJ was heading back to the van, saluting her with two fingers before he took off down her driveway.

Maybe not all her friends were fake.

[cocobeanncteez]

HENDERY- All I Want is You (One-shot)

Genre: Smut, fluff.

Words: 5K

The luxury nightclub and bar was extremely packed today. People were watching the beautiful view from the 32nd floor of the hotel, drinking, smoking cigarettes and hookah, making out, grinding on each other, dancing the night away—the usual stuff you see at clubs like these. Saturday nights were your favorite because that's when you earned a lot of money.

Being a stripper in the biggest and most luxurious club in China had a lot of pros. You were the best and highest paid stripper at your club, and you loved your job cause you were able to make so much money easily. Your managers, Ten and Kun, were your best friends, so when you told them that you didn't want to do any private strip shows, they agreed. You were lucky that this club had strict rules and amazing security. Plus, they took such good care of all their strippers.

"Coco!" you heard Ten call out your stripper name. "You're up next so hurry up!" You nodded as you took three shots and quickly put on your black stilettos and eye-mask. You made your way to the stage, watching your colleague finish up. She gave you a high-five before you got on stage, hearing the crowd cheer for you over the loud music. You moved your body gracefully around the pole under the flashing red lights, losing yourself to the beats of the music. You first took off your lace top and then your denim shorts, leaving yourself only in your signature black dragon appliqué teddy and your stilettos-that was the maximum you were allowed to strip to. After a good twenty minutes of dancing, you got off the stage, catching your breath and panting.

"Y/N! You were amazing as always!" Kun said, pulling you into a brotherly hug. "Do you have some energy left?"

"A little," you answered, dabbing your sweat with a wet cloth. "Why? Do you want me to go up again?" you asked, secretly hoping he'd say no cause you wanted to go home and get some sleep.

"No, no," he said and you mentally sighed in relief. "I actually wanted you to do a... private show for someone," he said hesitantly, shifting his gaze away from you.

You raised an eyebrow. "You know I don't do private shows. Why don't you ask someone else?"

"Well, he specifically asked for you. Plus, he paid twenty thousand yuan for it so-"

"What?!" you cut him off, your eyes widening in shock. "Twenty thousand?!"

"Yeah, he's a really rich businessman and he's your age."

You gasp in disbelief. "He's only nineteen?!"

Kun nodded."Twenty, actually. Now, will you do it?"

You agreed to do it, not cause you were going to get paid a ton, but cause you were quite curious and interested to see who this young man was who was paying a fuck lot just to personally see you strip in a private room.

"Okay, but if he tries touching me or something-" you start while putting on your clothes, but Kun stops you mid-sentence. "Then you can kick him in the balls and come tell me so I can chuck him out of the club. Simple, Y/N."

You just nod. "Which room?" you ask, fixing your hair and makeup.

"Wong Hendery, VIP room 3," Kun says. "Of course it's the VIP room, why'd I even ask," you say, rolling your eyes, making Kun chuckle.

You made your way to the said room, feeling a little nervous. You've never done a private show for anyone before and you had no idea why this guy couldn't ask for another stripper. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and entering when you heard the young businessman yell out a "come in."

You closed the door and turned to approach him, stopping in your tracks at the sight of him.

He looked like a fucking Prince.

You had to blink thrice to make sure that you weren't dreaming and he was real and live in front of your eyes. His dark brown hair was parted to the side and he was dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans and a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket. Hendery kept his gaze on you as he took a sip of his alcohol, and you watched his Adam's apple bob as the liquid ran down his throat.

"Come sit," he said in a deep voice that made you get goosebumps. He patted the space beside him on the white leather sofa. You obeyed and sat next to him, keeping a short but good distance between you and him. "What can I do for you?" you ask, scanning his beautiful face curiously.

Hendery smirked, making your heart skip a beat. "Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush so I'll get straight to the point. I want you to be my girlfriend for a while. I'll pay you for it as well. It's cause my parents are forcing me to get married and won't stop until I have a girlfriend."

You choked on nothing in particular and your eyes widened. "U-Um, what?"

"Oh, did I startle you? My apologies, I shouldn't have been so straight forward," he mumbled politely, giving you a worried look while you just stared at him in disbelief.

"I... no, I'm sorry, you just caught me off guard," you say, mentally cursing yourself to try and get your shit together. "Why me, a stripper, when you could get pretty much any other decent girl to do that?"

"Cause there's something about you that has me so drawn to you, and besides, I know why you work as a stripper," he answers softly, taking a sip of his drink.

You freeze, processing his words. "You... know why I... work as a stripper...?" You were sure only Kun and Ten knew the reason.

He nods. "My mother owns the hospital your little sister is admitted in, Y/N. So yeah, I've seen you a couple of times there." You smile sadly at the mention of your beloved eleven year old sister who was currently battling leukemia. Your parents passed away a year ago when you were just eighteen. Your relatives didn't even want to have anything to do with you and your sister. You couldn't afford to go to college and pay for your ill sister's expensive treatment, so you had no choice but to become a stripper to get money faster.

"So, would you do me the honor, princess?" Hendery asks with a breathtaking smile. You thought about it for a second before nodding. You just have to act as his girlfriend right? What's the worse that could happen?

"So, Mr. Wong, you paid a fuck ton for half an hour, just to ask me to do you a favor?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," he chuckles before smirking. "You can call me Hendery, Y/N."

You just nodded. "Well, since we're here, I'll give you a little show."

"I know you don't do private shows. I don't mind one, but I really don't want you to feel uncomfortable," he says softly, making your heart swell at his thoughtfulness. He was such a gentleman.

"I insist," you say honestly with a smile. "I don't want to earn money like that without doing anything."

He just nods with a smile, watching you get up and walk over to the pole.

You start moving your body around the pole, getting higher up on it. You swayed your body a little more sexier than usual, taking off the first article of clothing slowly, revealing your cleavage. You glance at Hendery who was staring at you with hooded eyes. God, just the sight of him got you so wet. You took off your shorts, leaving yourself in your teddy. You made your way towards him, pulling him up to his feet from the sofa, and making him sit on a chair. You swayed your hips as you moved around him, stroking his arms from behind. You could tell that he works out from his hard flexed muscles. You let your hands roam from the visible curves of your lower ass, all the way to your hair, before squatting down and letting your legs open wide in front of him. You could see his hard bulge straining through his jeans. You touched your clothed core before standing up and straddling his lap, never breaking the eye contact. You dragged your hip along his thigh, grinding down hard on his crotch, causing both of you to moan at the friction. "Fuck, baby," Hendery grunted, throwing his head back. You took his hands and placed them on your ass as you continued grinding down on his length. A knock on the door interrupted you. "Time's up!" you heard Kun say through the door and you mentally pouted in disappoinment. Hendery chuckled and pulled you closer to him. "Do you wanna come over?" he asked sweetly. "Just to talk about everything, of course. I just want to know you better." You nodded eagerly, removing your eye-mask and going to collect your belongings from your locker in the changing rooms, before taking a shower and changing into a flowy dress. You said a quick goodbye to Ten and Kun before skipping to Hendery's side.

"Wow," you whispered, staring at the beautiful view of Beijing at night from Hendery's balcony on the last floor. You were surprised to find that he lived in the same apartment complex as you. There were eight apartment blocks; you lived in the 4th block and he lived in the 7th.

"Enjoying the view?" you heard Hendery ask from behind you. You turned around to look at him, fresh from the shower, wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank that clung to his toned body. God, he still looked amazing in something as simple as this.

"Yeah, the view is beautiful," you say, staring at him. He smiled and nodded, not noticing that the 'view' you referred to was actually him.

"I got some food from the club, let's eat," he said, getting plates and cutlery, setting them down on the small dining table.

You both ate in a comfortable silence, occasionally exchanging a few sentences here and there.

"Wine's okay with you?" he asked after you finished eating and you nodded with a smile. "Yeah, wine is my favorite."

You both sat on his sofa, drinking and talking about your pasts, how life is at present, and what you want to do in the future. He was so easy to get along with; he made you feel so comfortable. After an hour, you were giggling uncontrollably at pretty much everything he said, clearly drunk. Hendery, on the other hand, was sober enough. He had good alcohol tolerance, unlike you. At some point, you were in his arms, nearly passing out from how sleepy you were. You felt him lift you up bridal-style and carry you to a room, gently laying you down on the bed and putting a blanket over you. The last thing you heard him say was "goodnight, beautiful," before he switched off the lights.

A month passed and you and Hendery were super close. He was really caring and considerate, and had such a wonderful personality. He had a great sense of humor as well. You learned that his father was the founder and CEO of Wong Enterprises Inc. and dealt with the main branch in Macau, while Hendery took care of the branch here in Beijing. 

You were on your way to his company's luxury building, excited to hear the news he was planning on telling you today. 

"Good morning, is Mr. Wong in his office?" you ask the receptionist.

"May I know your name?" she asked.

"Lin Y/N."

"Ah, Ms. Lin! He's currently in a meeting, but he told me to tell you to wait in his office once you arrive," she informed with a smile. "You can take the elevator to the 28th floor." You nod and thank her, before taking the elevator.

Hendery's private office was impressive, having floor to ceiling windows with a beautiful view of the Hai River. You took a seat on the black leather sofa, scrolling through your social media while you waited for him.

"Hey, I hope I didn't make you wait too long," Hendery said politely, placing his laptop on his desk. You noticed that he was pretty tired and stressed.

"Not long, I got here a while ago," you say, keeping your phone away. "Bad meeting?"

"Yeah, it was so difficult to deal with those people," he says with a sigh, taking off his blazer and loosening his tie. He laid down on the couch with his head on your lap. "They disagreed with almost everything my team and I said. So annoying!"

You ran your hands through his soft brown hair, knowing that it would calm him. After a few minutes, he suddenly sat up with a huge ear-to-ear grin on his face, forgetting that he was annoyed a moment ago. "I almost forgot! You're my date for the business ball tomorrow night, Y/N!" he said cheerfully like a child.

"A business ball? I've never been to one, of course. What do I have to do?" you ask, biting your lip nervously.

"You don't have to do anything," he chuckles, "You just have to stand beside me while I introduce you as my girlfriend to various people."

"Put these on," she said, handing you a gown, wedges, and some jewelry. After you wore the gown, you gasped. It was absolutely beautiful. It was an off-shoulder navy blue mermaid gown that hugged your curves perfectly.

"Wow," you whispered, staring at yourself in the mirror. Hendery hired a professional makeup artist to do your makeup and hair. She did a simple yet elegant look on you, and curled your hair.

"Mr. Wong had it custom made for you," she said with a smile, making you gasp and blush. "He did?"

"Yes," she chuckled before helping you wear the jewelry and making sure everything was in place.

You were meeting Hendery directly at the venue as he had an important meeting. As soon as you stepped out of the car he sent for you, you felt really nervous.

 But once you saw him standing at the top of stairs, looking like an absolute Prince in his black Louis Vuitton suit, you didn't feel nervous anymore. 

You made your way up to him, never breaking the eye contact. He took your hand and kissed the back of it. "You look stunning, Ms. Lin."

You blushed, feeling the butterflies go crazy in your stomach. "Thank you, you do too, Mr. Wong." He chuckled and took your hand, leading you inside.

Your eyes widened when you saw how big the hall was. There were a lot of people, certainly more than you expected. You noticed several people were looking at you, obviously wondering who you were. You started to feel a little insecure, wondering if you looked good enough next to Hendery. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard Hendery say, "Yeah, this is my girl. Y/N, this is Wong Lucas and his girlfriend, Song Yuqi."

"Hello," you say politely, shaking both of their hands. Lucas looked like as if he was perfectly sculpted by the Greek Gods, and so did Yuqi.

"Ah, I see finally my baby brother got some good taste. The previous one was seriously such a bitch," Lucas said, grinning from ear to ear. You chuckled at that, remembering how a drunk Hendery ranted about his materialistic ex-girlfriend.

"Baby brother?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, we're cousins," Lucas said, making you mentally agree that they were seriously blessed with amazing genes. "I'm not surprised that he didn't tell you."

"I didn't cause I knew you would meet her today," Hendery said with a shrug.

After many more introductions and small conversations, some businessmen were talking to Hendery while you conversed with Yuqi and Lucas. Lucas even invited you for his birthday party next week. You excused yourself to go get a drink after you exchanged numbers with the couple.

You made small talk with two women at the bar while you sipped on delicious aged wine. You noticed Hendery was at the other side of the hall, talking to another girl. He looked like he was stuck and fed-up, so you immediately made your way towards him.

"Hey, love, I was searching for you," you say and peck his lips-for the very first time- right in front of the girl. Of course, sober you wouldn't do that as much as you wanted to.

Hendery was shocked, but he played it cool, masking his shock perfectly. "Hey, babe," he smiled, eyes sparkling.

"Hendery, who is she?" the girl asked, clearly annoyed, folding her hands over her chest and looking at you in disgust.

"I'm his girlfriend, are you blind?" you roll your eyes at her, intertwining your hand with his. The girl just gave you a sharp death glare and left, making Hendery chuckle.

"Thanks for saving me," he smirked, "You know, you're so cute when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous," you lied.

"You are."

"Nope."

"Admit it."

"Okay, fine, a little," you say with a pout, immediately giggling after that.

Hendery could immediately make out that you were getting a little drunk. "How much did you drink, Y/N?"

"I don't know," you answer, "Maybe three or four glasses? The wine was amazing."

He shook his head, letting out a chuckle that sounded like music to your ears. "We're leaving now. I'm driving," he said, taking your hand and pulling you outside.

"Thanks for dropping me home, Hendery," you giggle, holding onto the bedroom door.

"We're actually in my apartment, but yeah, it's yours too," he said with a grin.

Your back pressed against the bedroom door, and you put your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you. He visibly gulped, making you smirk at the effect you had on him for something as small as this. "Have I have told you that you look like an absolute God?"

He laughed, amused at how different and random you are when drunk. "You did now."

"It's hard to believe that you exist," you giggle, caressing the soft skin of his cheek with the pad of your thumb. "You're ethereal, Hendery."

He chuckles, cheeks turning into a shade of pink. You loved seeing him get all flustered, knowing that you were the reason.

Your eyes scanned every inch of his perfect face before landing on his plump pink lips. You involuntarily licked your own lips, catching Hendery's attention. His eyes darted between your lips and your eyes.

You pulled him closer and finally crashed your lips onto his. Hendery kissed you back immediately, hands moving to your waist. Your hands were in his soft hair, tugging on it. You broke the kiss and moved your lips along his sharp jawline before settling on his neck, sucking and biting the soft skin, leaving a pretty purplish-red mark. Hendery's grip on your waist tightened as you brought your lips back onto his.

"Get me out of this," you whined against his lips, referring to your gown.

"As much as I'd love to, I can't do that today," Hendery said, leaning his forehead against yours.

You frown, slightly hurt from the rejection. "Why?"

"You're drunk," he stated softly, "I won't take advantage of you, baby."

"Okay," you whisper, feeling the butterflies go insane with that one simple word: baby.

"Let's get you to bed, yeah?" he said and kissed your forehead.

You woke up hungover and slightly startled at the fact that you were in Hendery's bed, clad with only your panties and his t-shirt. You downed the pills he left for you on his beside table before you made your way to his bathroom. You had a few of your toiletries here from all the sleepovers you've had at Hendery's apartment, despite living in the same area.

After you took a shower and finished your morning routine, you pulled on one of Hendery's hoodies, tying your hair into a messy bun. You went to the living room where Hendery was watching TV.

"Good morning," he said with his usual bright smile, looking at you from head to toe. He loved seeing you in his clothes. "Slept well?"

"Yeah," you said, sitting beside him on the couch. He handed you a granola bar after unwrapping it.

That's when you noticed the nice big mark on his neck.

"Who gave you that?" you asked, feeling quite hurt.

"What? Oh, this," he says, pointing to the hickey, "You, of course."

Your eyes widened. "What? Me...?" You felt the heat rise up to your cheeks.

"You don't remember what happened last night," Hendery stated with a playful smile.

"No..." you murmur, leaning back on the couch as Hendery came closer and closer to you until he was hovering over you.

"Well, let me show you," he smirks sexily, before crashing his lips onto yours.

You kissed him back immediately, your hands involuntarily moving around his neck, trying to pull him even closer to you.

After a minute, he broke the kiss and sat up, pulling you onto his lap.

"Do you remember now?" He whispered.

"No," you say, straddling his lap and pressing your lips to his. He was extremely shocked at your unexpected bold move, considering you were a hundred percent sober right now.

His hands slipped under his hoodie that you were wearing, feeling the bare skin of your abdomen, before smiling when he noticed that you had no bra on. He rolled your nipples with his thumbs, causing you to grind on his hard on. He moaned into the kiss, and you took that opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. His hands moved down your body to grab your ass as you continued grinding on him. You moaned when he started helping you move faster on him, loving the friction. He broke the kiss, squeezing your ass as his face scrunched up, releasing himself in his sweatpants with the sweetest sound you've ever heard.

His hands toyed with the waistband of your panties as he looked up at you for approval. You nod and he wastes no time in pushing them to the side, slipping a finger into your soaking core. You gasp when he adds another finger, feeling your walls immediately clench around it. He moves his fingers in and out of you, watching how you moan and scrunch your eyes at the feeling.

"I'm c-close," you moan out, grinding onto his fingers. He pumps faster and rubs your clit in circular motions, making you throw your head back, moaning loudly, as you cum all over his fingers.

He never broke the eye-contact as he slid his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth, licking them clean.

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, slightly embarrassed from what just took place. He chuckled as he kissed your head. "Stay here, I'm gonna go wash up."

You were having dinner at a luxurious hotel, celebrating Xuxi's birthday. You noticed that Hendery was fidgeting around a lot. Of course, you knew why. 

The moment he saw you step out of Yuqi's room after she did your hair and makeup, wearing a short tight black dress that revealed a good amount of skin, you knew he was whipped and wanted to fuck you right there.

He was trying to be patient, but his patience was running out fast.

Finally, after everyone finished dinner and said their goodbyes, Hendery took your hand and pulled you to the elevator of the hotel to go to your room. Lucas had booked a room for you guys, saying that it was his birthday tradition to stay a night in a hotel. Hendery unlocked the door with the room key, closing it behind him and pushing you against it once you both took your respective footwear off.

"You drive me fucking crazy, princess. I want you so bad. Fuck, all I want is you."

"I'm all yours," you whisper, looking up at him through your long lashes. He took your hand and led you to the bed, settling in the middle and pulling you on top of him so that you were straddling his lap. He pulled you down to his level and crashed his lips onto yours. God, he was an amazing kisser. He sat up, never breaking the kiss, so that you could take off his leather jacket and his t-shirt. In one swift motion, he pulled your dress off, leaving you in just a pair of your thin lace panties. He broke the kiss to look at your almost naked body for the first time. "You're so beautiful," he whispers in amazement, eyes full of love. You loved how his eyes roamed all over your body.

"Can I touch you, Y/N?" he asks and you immediately approve. "Yes, please."

His hands cupped your boobs before one of them trailed to your dripping core. He moved his index finger over the wet patch of the thin lace, his eyes widened. "Fuck, baby, you're soaking wet for me," he says, pecking your lips.

"I want to ride you now," you say before unzipping his jeans and pulling it down with his briefs. He kicked them off and cursed when he felt your warm hands on his hard length, stroking him.

"Are you sure? I haven't prepped you."

"I'm alright."

"I don't have a condom on me, so I'm going to have to pull out. Is that okay with you, princess?" he asks and you nod before lining him up with your entrance and immediately sinking down on him. 

It had been so long since you had sex, so the stretch was a little painful. He grunted loudly, feeling your walls clench around him. "Fuck, you're so tight!" you smirked at his words as you slowly began to bounce on him, feeling the pain turn to pleasure. He loved the way your boobs bounced and the way you threw your head back, moaning his name. He grabbed your ass, helping you move faster and harder on him. "Fuck, baby, you take me so well!" 

He sat up, still moving you on him, until your boobs were right in front of his pretty face. He kissed the space between your breasts before taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently and licking it, while rolling your other nipple, making you moan loudly. You fingers found your way to his hair, tugging on it. He left your nipples for your soft lips, kissing you hungrily. A particular thrust made you moan and he took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hands massaged your boobs, before he broke the kiss. 

"Come for me, babygirl," he says, rolling your clit in circular motions with his thumb. Your legs begin to shake and you feel yourself approaching your high. 

"Hendery! Fuck!" you yell, throwing your head back as you came all over Hendery's cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before he flipped you onto your back and pulled out, spilling his cum on your stomach. He pumped himself a few more times, milking himself dry before he collapsed on you. He looked up at you and smirked at your fucked-out expression. 

He leaned in to kiss you gently, stroking your cheeks with his thumb. "That was amazing," he says with a breathtaking smile, making the butterflies in your stomach turn wild. You hum in approval, running your hand through his messy hair.

"I'm taking you out on a date tomorrow. But for now, shower with me?" he asks cutely, and of course, you couldn't say no.