#my throat is not sore but i keep thinking it is. my arms r sore but thats bc i do physical labor as a job.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

ohhh the paranoia hitting BAD tonight

[hotxcheeto]

I loved your double trouble fic, could you make another ellie x reader x Abby? No specific plot, go crazy w it <33

━ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader x Abby Anderson

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, SMUT, porn w/ no plot bro, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), strap on use ( r! receiving ), kissing, make outs, descriptions of c*m, oral ( r! receiving ), slight degradation, dom/sub mechanics, slightly mean ellie and abby, dom!ellie, dom!abby, sub!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - ooo bae I'm sorry this took so long but it was def fun to write!!! the title is based on the brittanny spears song "3" because for some reason threesomes always make me think of that song that I should not have been singing at such a young age LMFAO. I'm glad you liked double trouble, ily!!

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"Don't stop, please Abby–"

The room was dark besides the sun peeking in from the window, setting below a horizon none of you cared to see.

Instead all you could focus on was the girl between your legs.

Her fingers making an obnoxious sound as she fucked into you, kissing your knee before leaning back down to return to her assault on your clit and then tease the outside of your hole where her fingers were currently occupying.

Abby's palms pressed hard against the fat of your thighs keeping them almost impossibly far spread. Fingers keeping you so full and going so fast that it made your mind melt and mouth run dry as you struggled to catch your breath.

But you couldn't, no matter how hard you tried, clawing at her, leaving fresh marks on her skin for her to admire and tease you for later.

Your chest heaved heavily, your head absentmindedly turning to the face the other girl that leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed. Watching your body move and squirm with a smirk on her face.

"Ellie.. Ellie c'mere– please, please–"

It was pathetically adorable, she thought as she pushed herself from the wooden frame and took the few short steps towards your outstretched arm.

"Shit." Ellie whispered to herself but no longer was she looking at your face and was instead admiring the way your hips bucked up into Abby's mouth. The blonde not hesitating to slam you back down into the mattress with her free hand and getting you to whimper.

"Oh– m–m'gonna cum–mm–" You cried, Ellie's stare moving up your body that had been covered in your own perspiration. Shuddering and tensing all while holding back just for her.

Abby hadn't slowed nor stopped even in light of your efforts, fucking her hand knuckle deep into your cunt while her warm tongue circled your clit. Her eyes scanning your face as you gasped and choked at the feeling of the tips of her fingers running along your most sensitive spots.

"Gotta ask Abby nicely.." Ellie finally spoke as she kneeled onto the mattress beside your head, letting you grab out to her and squeeze as hard as you wanted in a desperate attempt to release some of the tension that had spread its way through your body.

"Please Abby– plea–" You continued on, babbling incoherent asks of your girlfriend which made her smile.

"You gonna be good? Can't give a brat a reward baby, y'know that."

You nodded quickly, still clutching onto Ellie.

"I'll be good, I promise– please.." Your voice died out, throat sore and scratchy, pleading eyes moving from the one laying down to the one hovering above you.

"I promise–"

"Up to you." Ellie tilted her head and shrugged at Abby, getting off the bed and disappearing towards the toy she'd been using earlier.

Barely a second passed that her words had left her lips that Abby began to fuck you with her tongue, thumb pressing down on your clit.

"Go on pretty girl.." Abby teased, continuing to play with your hole with her warm muscle. "You earned it."

You came against her mouth, legs shaking and mind becoming as heavy as a ball of cotton. Your screams and sobs like music to their ears as Abby fucked you through your orgasm.

Head digging back into the pillows, your entire body arching in a bad attempt at getting away from the overwhelming pleasure. It all became too much too quickly.

Your loud mouth, as Ellie called it, only becoming quieter when Abby pulled hers from your cunt.

She kept you on edge though, not wanting you to lose the feeling and instead slowly moving her fingers in and out of your pussy.

Just then, after a moment, she had sat up to look over at Ellie, letting out a puff of air while listening to you try your hardest to catch your breath.

The only thing you could feel though, in your dazed state, was her leaning on your knee and playing with you like you were just a toy for her. In and out, then she'd run her fingertip around your hole and circle your clit, all to keep you waiting.

You'd learned your lesson in complaining though.

"You ready?" Ellie rolled her eyes at the sound of the question.

"Is she?"

Abby wiped her mouth with her knuckle, glancing at your wet cheeks and then your watery, half lidded eyes. Chest moving up and down much slower now, glistening in the orange evening glow.

It reminded her of a painting.

"You ready for Ellie to fuck you?" She moved up, leaning down to you in order to give you a kiss. The interaction making you forget the fact that it wasn't over just yet.

"Huh babe?" She asked as she pulled back, holding your cheek in her palm. You nodded at her, leaning into her touch as you did so.

"Roll over for her then."

You did, whining at the feeling of being empty and sore but you continued moving to get onto your stomach without much of a fuss, Abby's hands gripping your hips to lift your ass up.

"Fuck." Ellie muttered as her eyes raked over your fucked out form. Doing so as she came over to kneel behind you, her strap bumping your thigh.

"Look at that pretty pussy, you're all wet for me." The fat tip pressed against you making you shove your face into the pillow that you'd gathered in your arms. "All ready to be full."

She watched in awe as you sucked her in, pushing the silicone cock into your cunt with ease at how horny you still were. Quickly bottoming out and grinning at how your ass looked pressed against the plastic harness.

Abby watched just the same, only from her spot against the headboard where she got to admire how your whole body jerked forward with each of Ellie's thrusts.

Going from slow to quick before your mind had a second to catch up with the rest of you. Squeezing your eyes shut while her movements got deeper and faster while you could only gasp and choke on your own air.

It was their favorite sight. Tits bouncing, skin slapping, the sweat forming on your forehead reminding both of them how long you three had been at this. The room hot and stuffy, thick with the smell of sex.

Your cries and moans were swept away soon after when Ellie grabbed your neck and then your face, squishing your cheeks.

"Look at Abby, look at Abby baby." You met the blondes eyes, her expression blank but her eyes told another story. "What do you say to her for letting you cum?"

"Than–thank you Abby.." You dragged her name out, seeing a smile appear on her lips. "That's a good girl."

"You're taking Ellie so well baby." Abby then said, wiping away your tear stains from your cheeks, caressing your face in her palm. "Yeah? You like when she fucks you like this?"

You nodded exasperated, sniffling in but it was almost inaudible by the loud sounds of skin on skin bouncing off the walls. Filling the room to the brim making it the only thing you could really hear.

"Fuck, you're doing good." Ellie stared down at the fake cock disappearing in and out of you, a white ring forming around the base where your ass met her pelvis. Smearing up and down as you bounced on her.

The silicone bumping into your clit again and again bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Abby's hand then grabbed your ass cheek making you turn to look back to see what they were doing. Barely able to though from how shaky your arms were, and how hard Ellie kept you pressed into the pillows

She was watching how Ellie's strap was being swallowed up by you, both girls smiling to themselves at the sight. Cum soaking your thighs and coating the fake cock.

"You're doing so good babe," "Fuck yeah she is." Abby's fingers then slipped underneath your body, toying with your clit. "She's taking it like a pro, right baby?" Ellie added, her hair sticking to her face.

You muttered an incoherent string of words that neither of them could understand, gripping the sheets until your knuckles went sore and your eyes rolled back

"What was that?" Abby asked, taking her hand away and moving to look at you again, lifting your head from the pillow with her hand.

"Think she's had enough?" Ellie mocked, Abby giving her a look. "Leave her alone, she's been good." But her voice lacked the sincerity that Ellie's lacked as well, but your mind was too far gone to realize it.

"Can–can I cu–cum now please. I'll b–e good, I promise, I promise.." You said it again and again, Abby only staring at your fucked out face and pleading eyes with no readable expression.

"Ellie?" The blonde raised her eyebrow, dropping your head.

"Go ahead pretty girl, but what do you say?"

"Thank you– oh– thank you, thank you–" You said it over and over like a mantra as you came, cum dripping from your cunt and onto the bed while your legs officially gave out.

But Ellie kept you up, shoving you back against the dick while staring forward at your face in Abby's grip. Feeding off of each reaction you had while trying to form sentences that only came out as noises.

Her green eyes then focused on the way you clenched around the toy and cried as you did so. Your entire form finally dropping when she let you go.

It was quiet for a moment, Abby pushing away your baby hairs while kissing your sweaty forehead. Comforting you and quieting your whimpers when Ellie slowly pulled the strap from your abused hole.

"You took that so well babe." Abby spoke as her thumb rubbed comforting circles on your cheek. "Of course she did, she's our good girl." Ellie's head appeared beside yours, her lips lightly kissing your forehead.

"Ain't that right?"

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[dahliascophin]

oml I don't know if my app glitched but I couldn't ask on anon before and said fuck it I need to send that only to be able to ask on anon now BYE

I had the worst day I've had in a while and I was supposed to study rn but honestly would rather like to have my brains banged out by josh washington so I don't have to think any more. something something self indulgent much, the thought of calling him daddy on accident because you're so deep into the subspace popped into my mind and fuck I know he would get that shit eating grin on his face as soon as his brain processed your mewls. so mean about it!!

DADDY!JOSH TO THE RESCUE I SAY! ask and you shall receive sorry this took me a minute to get too i have like 30+ requests overnight and its making me TWEAK out lol.

Warnings: daddy..kink.. obviously, power play, mild choking tehe, R O U G H sex oh my, sub!fem!reader, Mean!Dom!Josh, im probably forgetting something!

- Daddy!Josh who... has you on your stomach bent over the bed the second you snap at him for being tired and stressed and over all annoyed about studying and the day you had. despite your groans and protests of annoyance keeps you there and slowly removes your clothes, his hands gripping and groping at your plushy ass, his rough hands massaging the flesh and down to the backs of your thighs.. and back up... and to your hips.. and back... and up to your shoulders... and now you're relaxing into the mattress and making pleased little sounds.

- Daddy!Josh who... wrings a hand up to your throat, a soft placement to hold you in place as he grinds his boxer-clad length against your bare ass, in turn making you gasp in surpise- his quickness to get himself undressed impressive.. or maybe.. you're just slowly getting hazey enough that only his touch and voice is all you are able to process hm? purposeful touches and words so he can make sure your brain can relax along with your body, knowing its quite important for that.. he was infact a psychology major no? he knows his shit for sure.

- Daddy!Josh who... quickly grabs a piece of silky rope he keeps under his bed in a special... box...... and softly wraps your arms behind your back in the most comfortable position he can manage. his hands trail down your back to spread your thighs apart, his fingers dip into your slicked folds as you gasp and squirm- one hand working your cunt as the other spreads your ass/thigh apart to stare at his working fingers as he crouches down infront of your pussy to simply.. stare an admire.

- Daddy!Josh who... after making you cum on his fingers twice.. then slips himself into your soaked, throbbingly sore hole- your body arching and your moans pitching with each inch he slips in. Holding your back down into a deep-painful bend as he slooooowly pulls out and slams his hips forward and deep- making your legs shake and your moans turn into loud-pathetic whimpers. when he hears the little slips of you quietly whining into the mattress he brings a hand to your throat and lifts your head- hearing the little title whimper from your mouth as you practically chant it like you're worshipping some deity

"uh-uh-uh fuck- ohh-- oh fuck yesdaddy mhm!-"

- Daddy!Josh who... almost cums on the spot as he hears your pleas for him, the mindless babbling sending him into a animalistic frenzy- his thrusts becoming rougher and more violent as he leans over you to taunt and speak to you knowing your brain can hardly process anything but his fat cock and how it makes you drip down your thighs.

" Oho?- mmfuck- daddy, huh?...ah... hah... yeah.. ohshit-oh keep callin' me that, baby.. like it when you do.."

- Daddy!Josh...who wraps his bicep around your throat and puts you into a half chokehold- his stomach pressing into your back as he fucks you into this compliant, cockdrunk little pet for him, his brain going into such a deep domspace he's fucking you so hard you feel like you'll black out when you cum.

- Daddy!Josh... who knows you dont finish well without stimulation as he grabs the vibrator he specifically made sure to get for when you decided to act up- he reaches under your squished body and presses it perfectly against your clit- you always found it bafflingly hot that he could find that without second thought.

- Daddy!Josh who listens to your pathetic weeps of "oh yes daddy!"

as you tremble and your moans go from loud and shakey to shallow and quick as you quickly reach your limit- your legs quake as you cum on his cock, your thighs feeling more wet than usual as he continues to fuck you into the mattress, he lets go of you neck and his hands move to grip your hips with a violent hold as he fucks you into overstimulation- your mind completely mush by now as he moans and pants out how pretty you look all fucked out for him and how he's been waiting for the opportunity to fuck you this roughly.

jsjsjsjsj

i NEED HIS CREA-

[fadelbison]

If you wrote FadeBison, I would read the hell out of it.

elliiieeeeeee!!!!! thank you! this is another ask that only made me worse and I had to prepare a little gift to express my gratitude.

I don't even know why FadelBison got me in a chokehold like this. It's not like I endgame ship them. I just need Fadel to haunt Bison's every narrative. Kind of like this:

[KantBison; R]

Bison looks so good like this - well Bison, unfortunately, always looks good. But the way he looks in Kant’s arms naked, sated after a bout of their lovemaking is definitely a cut above the rest; a delicious sheen of sweat, apple red cheeks, hair mussed with the streaks of Kant’s fingers running through them.  Except, he isn’t naked, not entirely. Kant feels the pearls, still somehow cold, when he curls his fingers into the nape of Bison’s neck.

Bison is melting into his arms, following the path that Kant’s other hand makes on his body, down his sides and gently massaging his sore hips; still a livewire of sensation in his afterglow. Kant kisses his neck, trails down his pulse at the hollow of his throat and finds himself deterred by the smiling little charm, mocking him on his thwarted quest.

Kant tests the waters, picks at the necklace absently before taking the clasp between two fingers. Bison’s hand shoots out, no longer sluggish and teasing, firmly stopping Kant. He has one eyebrow raised at him, wary.

“I just want to kiss your neck.” Kant says, curiosity piqued.

“Best of luck.” Bison responds, though he’s now sporting a small smile. He still pushes Kant’s hands away from his neck. Kant pulls him in with a fingers under his jaw instead, indulging in all the things that Bison allows him to do. And there’s so many things he gets to do; like knead on the globes of his ass or play with his nipples as they kiss. And yet–

“Something special?” Kant asks, picking at the necklace again.

“No.” Bison is quick to answer, though he has his eyes cracked open now, watching Kant instead of drifting to sleep, “It’s cheap but I’ve had it for a long time.” He clarifies, in a tone that feels very much like Kant should stop asking.

“So…special then?” Kant says laughing a little, trying to keep the mood light. He pushes Bison onto his back to expose his neck better then starts kissing deliberately, reverently over the necklace.

Kant doesn’t know if it’s because of what he’s doing now, or if it’s because they’ve been cuddling and kissing for a while now but Bison is beginning to get hard against Kant’s thigh, barely able to hold back his moans.

“From someone special?” He continues, as he teases Bison’s hole again, just to test that it’s still sufficiently wet for him. He sheathes himself and slides in, “You like me fucking you in it?” He says. Bison only moans brokenly in return. He brings a hand up to Kant’s shoulder. 

For a split second Kant thinks that Bison will push him away. Eventually, the tense lines of his body relaxes, and he simply swings his legs more firmly around Kant’s back, Kant holding his thigh open to make the angle easier. 

They come like that; bodies pressed together in an artless rhythm, the imperfect imprint of Kant’s lips over the pearls on Bison’s heart.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Would I Lie To You?

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: Another one.

Please let me know what you think <3

🍓🍓🍓

Tony gets in as you’re already in bed. Your ribs are sore and your throat is raw from vomiting. You feel like shit and knowing he’s back does little to assuage that.

He sits behind you on the edge of the bed. The mattress shifts subtly as he strips off his jacket and loosens his tie. You watch his back in the mirrored wall before you. You squeeze your eyes shut before he can turn around and catch you. 

He stands and paces as he undresses, the soft whisper of his belt pulled from the loops of his pants is followed by the rustle of the pressed fabric. Your heart races as you listen, the anticipation surging in your chest.

He climbs into bed, nestling close to you as he drapes his arm over your cocooned form. He kisses the back of his head and growls, “I know you’re awake, sweetheart.”

You let your eyes open, batting away the glossiness as you meet his gaze in his reflection. You give a sheepish smile, keeping your arm bent around your middle. He wiggles his pelvis against you.

“I told you to wait up,” he reproaches as he nips the top of your ear.

“Tony,” you utter softly, “I tried. I’m sorry, I… don’t feel too good.”

“Oh? Baby, what’s wrong?” He pets your head, his tone more condescending than sweet.

“Period cramps,” you lie and stare at yourself in the mirror. Don’t give it away.

“Period cramps,” his disappointment laces his voice, “ah…”

You know you have to appease him. It’s not his favourite time of month but if he gets impatient, he’ll no doubt uncover your dishonesty. You snake your hand up to pull down the top of the duvet and roll onto your back. You take his hand, directing it away from your stomach and to your chest.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t treat you right,” you squeeze his fingers, urging him to knead you.

“Mmm,” he purrs, “are these bigger?”

“Are they?” You look down.

“Maybe I just missed them,” he snarls and tugs down the top of your nightie, “I should get a taste just to make sure.”

He bends over you as you keep your hand over his. He dips his head down to your other tit and flicks his tongue around your nipple. He closes his lips around the hard bud and the pressure of his tending tugs in your core. You let yourself moan, as much for him as to relieve the tension you’ve been tangled in.

“Tony,” you pet his head, “Tony,” you breathe,” you roll over and urge him away from you, “Let me take care of you.”

He falls onto his back, his dark eyes fixated on you. Your tits heavy over the lilac cups of your nightie and you brush your hand across his chest. He shudders as you drag your touch lower, trailing down his stomach and towards his eager length. He twitches as you get closer and clutch him. This is the game you play.

“You’re so good to me, princess,” he pets your cheek as you follow your hand down, “but I wanna spoil you–”

“Next week,” you assure, “when I’m feeling better.”

“Mmm,” he lets his head drop to the pillow as you stroke him. You slide your hand down and squeeze his sac as another groan escapes your lips.

“I can’t always be your princess,” you say as you hove his tip just before you mouth, “let me treat you like a king.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he spreads his hand across the back of your skull, pushing your lips against his swollen head, “I can’t wait to make you my queen.”

You let him in, taking him to your throat without hesitation. It’s only a little bit work for a night of peace. All you have to do is get him off and he’ll forget all the rest.

You raise your head, quickly bobbing down again, wetting his length with your spit as your hand pumps firmly against your lips. He drones as his fingers curl against your hair. You hum and feel it roll through him as he bends his leg.

You focus on your rhythm, on feeding the illusion, even as the inevitable looms. This won’t go on much longer. It can't. He’ll figure it out eventually. Unless, there’s nothing to figure out.

[armysantiny]

Out in the rain – JJK

P: Jungkook x female reader | G: fluff, drabble | Inc: playing in the rain, fever, Bam mention, Jimin mention, Namjoon mention, Yoongi mention, grad student!Jungkook, dance teacher!Jimin, y/n's also a grad student, sleepy Kookie my beloved | Wc: 980| W: food cw| R: G

Summary: Jungkook initially thinks nothing of spending hours in the rain with Bam; it’s fun, and he likes spending time with his Doberman. Y/n gets her I told you so moment when a fever descends upon the grad student.

Min's notes; This was cute <33 the ending feels a lil rushed tho, but eh- I like where I left it

In hindsight, Jungkook knew spending hours in the rain with Bam wasn’t the smartest idea. He’d woken up feeling like several trains ran through him. He ached. Blinking through the brain fog, he groaned; lethargy, shivering and a sore throat? He would be an idiot to deny the facts – he was sick. Very sick, if the lead weight in his limbs were anything to go by.

How absolutely wonderful.

Flopping back into the comfort of his sheets with little resistance, Jungkook shifted around, overly uncomfortable. Everything was off-kilter, and he couldn’t help but whine in pain when his head throbbed from the squirming. Wishing for the pain to go away without actively getting up to find painkillers wasn’t doing much to help either.

“Love? Good morning— Jungkook?” Walking towards the boyfriend-shaped lump on the bed, y/n frowned, concern knitting her brows. “Are you okay?”

“…’m sick. Everything hurts.”

“Am I allowed to say it? A nod. “I told you so baby, it was pouring with rain yesterday. You stay here, I’ll go and get the thermometer.”

Luckily for y/n, Jungkook hadn’t planned on moving at all. In fact, he was quite happy to melt away underneath his duvet.

Peeping his head over the covers, Jungkook squinted as light poured through the gap in the door, exceedingly grateful that he invested in a good pair of blackout curtains. Saved from looking at the sunlight any longer once y/n re-entered the room, Jungkook returned to the comfort of being under his covers completely. He was shivering – nothing like being smothered under his covers couldn’t fix.

And then his precious duvet was torn away from him.

“Hello there~” y/n snickered as her boyfriend whined, “ can you lift your head for me bun? I need to check if you’re running a fever." Ruffling his sweat-damp hair, y/n hummed as she stuck the device in her sick boyfriend’s ear. Jungkook was definitely running a fever; he was a full two degrees above the human average. With a sigh, y/n set the device aside, wrapping her arms around Jungkook to help him sit up.

“How bad?”

“Very. Think you can make it to the living room?”

“Mhm…” Throwing his legs over the side, Jungkook hauled himself up, taking a grand total of three steps before wobbling, leaning into y/n’s open arms. Determined, the grad student blinked back the bout of dizziness as he tried to steady himself, huffing out an exhale. The fever wasn’t going to keep him down if he had anything to say about it.

Nursing a thermos of green tea with Bam curled up on the sofa, Jungkook read through his thesis for the third time that afternoon. As sick as he was, grad student responsibilities came first; his thesis needed to be worked on, whether he wanted to work on it or not. Coughing into his arm, the student read over his notes, content with simply editing the work he had already done. Alone in the apartment, he had no plans to move from his spot, risking his fate by leaving his front door unlocked.

He was a student, if someone decided to barge in, he’d welcome them in. Anything to escape university.

There was someone tapping his shoulder.

“…Kookie? Earth to Jeon Jungkook?” Opening his eyes only to immediately squint through the brightness of his overhead light, Jungkook made a noncommittal hum. “Oh thank fuck, you’re alive.”

“Jimin hyung?” Blinking as the blob in front him nodded, Jungkook hauled himself up with a weak groan, his vision swimming just that little bit more before it cleared up. His skin boiling, Jungkook made a frail attempt at fanning himself with his shirt, too exhausted to react to the way it clung to him and the sweat on his body. What he did react to, however, was the lack of Bam’s presence on his sofa – they were laying together, right? Turning his head from side-to-side – with all the grace of a ragdoll – Jungkook still couldn’t tell where his canine companion had gone.

“Hyung..?” Jimin hummed his response from the kitchen. “Where’s Bam? I thought he was here on the sofa with me?” Accepting the bowl of soup while he waited for Jimin’s answer, Jungkook let the bowl rest on the table.

“Namjoon hyung came by and took him for a walk, like, half an hour ago? Probably still with him. Anyway, eat up; Yoongi hyung brought this over and you need to get your strength back.” The older of the two answered, gently flicking the brunet’s forehead. Laughing when Jungkook huffed, whining about not hurting the patient, Jimin turned his head and followed the sound of knocking at the front door.

There was quiet, and then Jungkook paused when he heard laughter.

Y/n was home! He’d live!

“Hello to you too, Mr I Have A Fever~” Y/n cooed, ruffling her boyfriend’s hair as she deposited her bag and coat off to the side. Waving Jimin off when the dance teacher eventually needed to leave, she went on about her day, filling Jungkook in about everything happening outside the confines of his front door. It sounded fun. Pausing her description of a boring media lecture when she finally noticed Jungkook watching her with ever-so-adoring curiosity, y/n’s features softened.

He was just too cute for his own good.

“Anything you want, baby? You’ve been looking at me like that for a while now.” There was a pause as y/n waited for her answer, more than content to return her boyfriend’s gaze.

“Just a nap,” Jungkook yawned, shifting around until his head was settled in y/n’s lap. “You’re here now… so ‘m gonna sleep now~” A smile on his face when he felt the soft press of a kiss to his temples, Jungkook let his eyes shut again that day, the heaviness of fever-induced sleep soon taking over. He welcomed it.

“Sleep well my love.”

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

Love your writing! I have a request for Florence and reader where the reader gets their tonsils out, and Flo uses the opportunity to cook for them. Homemade soup, jello, ice cream. Also, maybe some cuteness where Florence is constantly reminding the reader not to speak and gives them a whiteboard to use to communicate, and the reader keeps drawing cute little pictures for Florence on it. 😊

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗻𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗼

paring: florence pugh x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, established relationship, flo being a really good nurse to r, short blurb, sfw

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, language

word count: 0.7k

note: Thank you, anon. TBH, I had to do some research on tonsillectomy so that was fun. I really hope you like it. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

[this pic has nothing to do with the fic but she just looks so good and cute and girlfriend material. I love her so much]

Recovering from a tonsillectomy was a really shitty process, but at least Florence was right beside you. 

The sore throat was killing you; the fact that you couldn't speak without feeling your throat setting on fire was getting annoying; and that feeling of fullness in it due to swelling was driving you mad. But nurse Florence was taking care of everything for you. 

She wouldn’t even let you get out of bed, something that you were actually capable of, but she insisted that you’ll stay there and ring the bell she handled you before, so you wouldn’t have to scream to call out for her.

You actually didn’t mind playing this little game of hers. You like having her full attention, and that didn't happen quite often because of her work, so you were going to make the most out of this situation.  

“Okay. Here you go, little one,” she said, entering your shared bedroom, where you had been ever since you came back from the surgery.

She was holding a bowl which you assumed contained your lunch. The doctors were really specific about what you could have and what not, so now your diet pretty much consisted of baby food. But it was a good kind of baby food, since Florence was the one who cooked everything for you. She would cook you homemade soup, jello, your favourite smoothies and, of course, applesauce. She even decided to make some homemade ice cream since you loved ice cream so much and to reduce the swelling. 

“Tha–”

“What did we say about taking?” she cut you off. 

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and reached for a whiteboard, which she gave to you along with the bell so you could write what you wanted to say. You grabbed the marker and scribbled a few words, Florence waiting patiently. 

“Oh, you’re very welcome, darling. I love you even more,” she said once she read your message covered in little hearts. She chuckled when she noticed a tiny little drawing in the corner which she assumed was the two of you. 

After having lunch, you and Florence decided to play ‘Uno’, which soon turned out to be a terrible idea since you were really competitive and you would often shout things and Florence didn’t like that you were using your voice, since doctors told you to try not to. 

“Y/n, use the goddamn whiteboard,” she said, gently smacking your arm.

“Sorry, but I think I’m getting better,” you quickly mumbled. Still you grabbed it and started doodling something. 

Florence tried to pick over it to see what you were doing, but soon enough you finished it. You showed it to her and she saw the whiteboard covered with cute little drawings of her. There was also one that, by the way she was dressed, she assumed it was Yelena Belova, the character she played in the MCU. You noticed the drawing made her blush, but you didn’t say anything about it.

“You’re so cute. But are you really getting better?” she said, getting closer to you. 

“Yeah, I think beating your ass here is a really good remedy,” you tried to hold your laugh, she smacked your arm once again, playfully rolling her eyes at you. 

But it was the truth, ever since you two started playing you didn’t feel that fullness in your throat, and even though it was still a bit sore, it wasn’t that bad that you couldn't talk. 

“Then come here, you idiot,” she pulled you from your shirt and connected her lips to yours. 

It felt like you hadn’t felt her lips on yours in years, when in reality it was only a few hours. Her soft lips fit into yours perfectly, still it wasn’t a proper kiss since Florence didn’t want to harm you in any way, so before it became all too much for the two of you she pulled away from you, much to her dismay. 

“Okay, enough kissing. Would you like some ice cream, my love?”

“I would love to,” you pecked her lips once more before she ran to the kitchen to get said ice cream. 

Nurse Flo was the absolute best. Before she returned, you started some new drawings. Since the first ones made her blush, you figured you should do some more just to see her pink cheeks again. 

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-M

[pyrrhia-times]

Chapter 4 - Swimming Upstream

They flew back over the open ocean. Croak flapped his wings fiercely to keep up with Slags impressive pace. They had just quickly stopped to investigate the area where the Prince’s body had been found. Finding nothing out of the ordinary.

“The dragon likely dumped the body here, hoping to hide the evidence of his crime.” Slag had murmured while taking notes, sitting on a sharp rock jutting out of the water.

Croak felt a calm envelop him as he spotted his house in the distance. He had been panicking slightly the entire flight back home. Anxiety rippled through his scales and his head buzzed loudly. Ahead of him, Slag started to slow into a glide, finally allowing Croak to fall in beside him. They both landed with a loud thump, startling the family of seagulls living on Croak’s roof. Slag torched one of the seagulls as it flew above them, and it fell charred on the ground in front of them, wings petrified mid flap.

“Want some? I hope you don’t mind your food being lightly charred?” He said with a chuckle.

Croak stared down at the seagull, images of a burnt SeaWing haunting him. Eventually his stomach won his internal battle, and he took a crunch of the bird.

“Thanks, I didn’t eat anything today.” Croak said around the mouthful of burnt seagull.

They quietly shared the meal together. Croak’s head still buzzed silently, his muscles aching for him to curl up and sleep. I need to forget this nightmare of a day.

“So, I was thinking. Next steps to our investigation. We should head to the Mud Kingdom and ask the locals if they’ve seen anything suspicious lately. We could start at the Diamond Spray Delta, then make our way to Queen Moorhen’s Palace.” Slag planned out loud, with a determined scrunch to his eyebrows.

Croak’s blanket of semi-calm was ripped off of him as he remembered that the Queen had hired Slag and him to do the investigation. “R-right. Sounds like a good plan.” There goes any hope of sleeping in my own bed for a long while. He thought longingly.

Croak took another bite of the seagull, and swallowed it before finishing to chew it properly, the charred piece of gull scratching his throat.

“Let me go get my things before we leave.” He said, holding back a cough.

Croak grabbed some blank scrolls, a bottle of his ink and some sun-dried tuna, and shoved it all in his bag. He looked around his house, wondering if he needed to bring anything else along. He spotted The Puddle that Dreamed of Becoming an Ocean on his bookshelf where he had placed it earlier. He approached the bookshelf and hoovered his talons over it, debating if it was really necessary to bring it along.

He looked behind him, and watched Slag sitting outside his house, trying to scratch a hard to reach spot on his back. He gripped the scroll in his talons briefly, then changed his mind and left it on the shelf. He didn’t need to have his nose stuck in a scroll, reading about another dragon’s adventure. It’s my turn to make my own story now.

“Alright, I’m ready to go now!” He called over his shoulder. No going back now.

Croak’s wings were on fire. Slag flew ahead of him at a breakneck pace and Croak thrashed his wings to keep up with him. He threw his voice ahead to get Slag’s attention.

Slag glanced over his shoulder, and angled his wings to catch more air, slowing himself down. “What’s up?” He called back. Croak breathed heavily, eagerly trying to catch his breath. “Oh spark, I’m flying too fast aren’t I?” Slag said, noticing his breathing.

“Mind if we swim for a bit? – I need to give – my wings a break.” Croak answered between breaths.

Slag nodded and followed Croak as he dove down into the water. The cool water soothed his sore muscles, he tucked his achy wings into his body and started propelling himself forwards lazily with his tail. He looked behind him to verify if Slag was following and let out a snort of bubbles into the water when he saw the red dragon clumsily pumping his arms and wings to keep up with him. He looks like a drowning cow. Feeling some sympathy he pointed to the surface and headed up.

“Keep your wings close to your body and stick behind me, you’ll have an easier time if you stay in my slipstream.” He told Slag when they had surfaced from the water.

His face turned an even darker shade of scarlet. “Right, slipstream...”

They continued to swim upstream into the Diamond Spray River, Croak gliding through the water, and Slag thankfully followed him much more easily now. The forest began to thin out as they came closer to the first small MudWing village along the river. Croak was feeling more confident then he ever had. He was leading the way to his first official investigation, and was traveling Pyrrhia with Slag just like his dreams.

His confidence splintered as a large ocher MudWing washing a basket of fruits by the river gave them a nasty leer. Slag raised a wing to wave at her, and she gathered up her fruits in a quick swoop and stomped away.

“Yikes,” Slag scrunched up his nose. “Haven’t gotten a reaction that bad in a while.”

Croak’s face flushed hot. “Do you want to take the lead now?” He asked Slag. He nodded with a kind smile, and slipped away to the shore. Croak hoisted himself onto the riverbank after him, and was immediately sprayed with a shower of water droplets as Slag shook himself dry. The water quickly rolled off his scales and dripped onto the ground.

Slag pressed his wing against Croak’s side. “Don’t let other dragons get to your head.” He said softly. “Some dragons just have a stick up their-” Croak let out a loud laugh, cutting him off. The tingling anxiety in his wingtips subsided a bit. I’m glad Slag is here. Croak thought. Slag was a shield of pure confidence that he could hide behind, quite literally.

“Come on, let’s go see what we can find here.” The warm press of his wing left as he muscled his way through a bush and headed towards the village. The bush mostly trampled after Slag was done with it, and Croak hopped over it to follow him.

Various small farms dotted the shore of the river. A group of cows watched them warily as they walked through the fields. One of Croak’s feet squelched into the soft soil and he grimaced, shaking the mud off his talons to only immediately step into some more mud. This is my life now I guess. He sighed and continued following Slag.

They broke out of the fields and onto a path of mostly dry earth. The path was well trodden and Croak was thankful for the mostly firm ground under his talons. He spotted a troop of MudWings walking down the path towards them, the biggest of their group in the lead. MudWing siblings hatched together, the first born helping their siblings out of their eggs and becoming their bigwings. The bigwing of the troop was their caretaker and leader.

“Do you have any siblings?” He asked Slag, curious about his family structure.

“No, was just a single egg.” He answered. “I’ve always wanted sibs though, guess that’s the MudWing in me talkin’.”

Croak felt a sad twinge in his chest. He would have been a great bigwings.

The troop was approaching them now, the sibs peering over the shoulder of their bigwing with puzzled expressions. The bigwing headed straight at them with his eyebrows pinched together. “Not from here are ya?” He called out as he got closer.

“Were here investigating the death of the SeaWing Prince Cerulean. Can I ask you and your sibs a few questions?” Slag asked the bigwing.

“SeaWing Prince, huh? Sure, ask away.” He said. “Not sure if we’ll be much of a help to you though.” He motioned to head to the bank of the road, clearing the path for other dragons to pass by.

“My name’s Mudslide, and this is Mahogany, Fawn, and Brook.” He pointed each of his sibs out with his tail.

Slag quickly dumped the contents of his bag onto the road, scooping up his bottle of ink and spreading out his scroll. “Have you seen anything out of the ordinary lately?” He asked the troop.

“No, can’t say I have. Not much happens ‘round here.” Mudslide answered.

“Was the Prince murdered?” The smallest, Fawn, asked from behind her bigwing.

“Yes, his body was found badly burned.” Slag explained to them.

Mudslide furrowed his brow, “you ain’t blaming us MudWings are ya?”

“MudWing talon prints were found on the scene of the crime. We aren’t accusing anyone, just wondering if you might have seen or heard about anything that can help us figure this out.” Slag told them.

Fawn moved from behind Mudslide. “I heard a MudWing was found drowned recently.” She shared. “Further down the river, near the ocean.”

Slag and Croak looked at each other in surprise. A drowned MudWing? Can’t they hold their breaths for an hour? “Do you know anything more?” Croak pipped in.

“No, but his sibs might know more.” She said. “Follow me, I’ll bring you to their hut.”

Fawn took the lead, with him and Slag following behind her, Mudslide and the rest of her sibs bringing up the rear. Croak noticed the pale spots dotting along her back and down to the tip of her tail as he followed, the occasional scale glinting orange in the sunlight. I stick out even among MudWings, he thought. They are so much more colourful than just brown.

Taking his eyes off of Fawns back, he noticed the MudWing from the riverside who had given them nasty looks approaching down the road with a troop holding spears behind her. He tapped Slag on the shoulder and pointed to her direction with his wing.

“Three moons, she went and got soldiers.” Slag hissed in his ear.

“Halt!” The soldier in the lead barked at them. Fawn turned to them with a puzzled look on her face.

“What are your intentions for visiting our village, SeaWing?” The soldier pointed to Croak with a jab of his claw.

His wings pressed into his sides. “I-I’m here i-investigating the death of Prince Cerulean.” He stammered out.

The soldier got in Croak’s face, Fawn getting pulled aside by her bigwing as he led his siblings away from the soldiers. “You’re accusing us of killing your Prince when you’ve drowned one of our innocent civilians.” He spat. “You have no right to be here.”

Slag put himself between them, pushing the soldier away from Croak. Air rushed into his lungs as Croak took a gulp of air. “Hey, don’t talk to my friend like that.” He rumbled deep in his chest. “We aren’t accusing anyone. We just want to get to the bottom of these crimes.”

The soldier pushed Slag back, making him bump into Croak from behind. “I’m not stupid, only a SeaWing could have drowned a MudWing. You aren’t welcome here.” He angled his spear towards them both, the rest of the soldiers following his lead. He and Slag stared each other down, Slag’s body frozen tense.

Slag was the first to break away with a huff. “Come on, let’s go.” He said softly to Croak. “We need to tell Queen Coral about what we found out here.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered in a quiet voice.

“It’s not your fault. I don’t mind getting thrown into dungeons every once in a while, but I won’t put you in danger.”

They took off in the direction of the river, the soldiers sneering behind them.

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[rhithefella-sillytimes]

(Hey, hey. *Drops this on you*)

Everyone was trying to recover from what just happened. They had survived yet another shock. Sam made sure that Kevin and Roderick didn't fight and they didn't press anything.

Roderick was there to reassure Kevin that everything will be okay. He has told him to stay strong.

Now, as they tried to catch their breath, Sam waited for the numbness in his hands to go away.

"Y-You guys okay?" Roderick asked, coughing and gasping.

"I-I don't know. Oh God, I can't... I can't feel my..."

The Lichtenberg scars on their bodies have become much more noticable now with the marks now creeping up to their face. Jeremy turned to Kevin. "Hey, Kev... You alright?"

Kevin was slumped over in his chair, not moving an inch. The only movement was the slight twitching of his arms.

"Kevin?" Roderick quietly asked.

Suddenly, Kevin began to convulse in the chair, his movements restricted by his restraints. His eyes have opened slightly, but they were rolled back. Gasps and gurgles came out of him as he continued to shake. At some point, bloody foam began to come out of his mouth.

At the sight of this, everyone started screaming at him.

"Kevin? Kev, please!"

"Fuck, KEV SAY SOMETHING!"

"Shit, he might not make it!"

There were sounds of metal clanging and yelling as the boy's body choked and sputtered, their hands balling into fists and his legs kicking wildly at nothing.

___

Kevin woke up on the ground to chaos. Absolute chaos. His friends kept on yelling at him with a muffled tone, and his head was pounding. He shakily stood up, using his arms to support his weight.

Something felt... off. He started to look around at his surroundings. He wasn't chained to his seat, but the others were. They all were in a bad condition. Electrical burns covering parts of their bodies, and their eyes bloodshot. He dusted himself off, and turned around.

And that's where he saw it.

It was surreal, seeing his own body moving differently from how he moved now. The body was just shaking uncontrollably, and it didn't stop doing so. But although it scared him, he didn't want it to stop moving. He wasn't sure what would happen if it did.

He looks down at himself again. He didn't have chains on him.

He didn't have chains on him.

And he can feel his heart still beating.

He can easily run away to call for help now.

And so... he did.

He quickly ran out of the basement, running in a mad frenzy as he tried to find the stairs leading upstairs. His head felt like it was being burnt in all angles at once, and he wasn't so sure if his legs would give out.

But he had to act quick. Before his body stops moving. Before he could feel his heart stop beating. Before he couldn't help anyone anymore.

As he ran, he swore he couldn't hear his steps making much noise as they took hard and heavy steps on the metal stairs. But he didn't have time to think about it. He had to keep running. And fast.

They then find themself on the ground floor, and easily spot a hallway leading to what seems to be a back door. He rushes through it, trying not to think about the clearly dried bloodstains he can see on the walls as he ran. As he ran, he reaches out a hand to grab the handle.

He grabs it, and it swings open, revealing a street. And there were... people. Alive people. Surely they can help, right? He took his chances, and called out.

"F-fuck... HELLO?!"

No reply.

But hey, maybe they just didn't hear him the first time? He can try again, no?

And that was what he exactly did. He tried yelling louder, waving his sore arms for anyone to take notice.

"SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP US! M-MY FRIENDS AND I ARE IN TROUBLE, PLEASE!"

He kept yelling and yelling, until he felt his throat burn, and until he was rendered into a coughing mess on the floor.

"P-please...", he croaked out.

No reply.

Why... why wasn't anyone listening? Did anyone not care? Or do they just not hear him?

Maybe... it was both. Fuck, it probably was, wasn't it? No one really listened to him, and no one really cared about what he had to say. So why would that change now?

...No. Maybe they were just too far for anyone to hear them. He has to move closer.

He got up to his feet, and made some sluggish steps. But a pain in his chest stopped him, and he fell back to the floor.

He writhed in agony as he felt it tear through his very soul...

And then... it felt like nothing.

He couldn't feel his heart beat anymore.

It was over. There was no saving anyone.

Fuck... he failed them all. He failed Roderick. He failed Samuel. He failed Jeremy.

Because that's what he is. Someone who fucks up even the most important things.

And why... why wouldn't it be the same now? He couldn't even get the small things right, so what can he really expect from himself when he had a chance to save his friends?

As these thoughts and many others continued, he sobbed on the floor, curled up into a ball.

A minute passed and he stood up, still sobbing. He felt distraught, and he felt angry. Angry at whoever did this to them, but most especially angry at himself.

If his friends all died down there, it would be his fault for not getting anyone to help him.

He placed his hands over his face and lets out a greif stricken, furious wail. They then squeeze their eyes shut and punch the closest thing, a metal box hanging on the wall in front of him.

It was hard enough to dent the thing, but it wasn't enough to let out every bit of anger from inside of him. So he hits it again. And again. And again. And again.

After he was done, he took heavy breaths and opened their eyes. Though blurred by tears, he could see that he had caused so much damage to it. It was now filled with dents, and it would've swung open by now if its door wasn't misaligned and crooked.

He sighed, falling back down and leaning on the wall behind him. He felt tired. Defeated.

He couldn't fight anymore. It was not like he was even meant to fight anyway.

He sighed, closing his eyes and hoping that whatever comes next after all of this would take him quickly.

At first, he could feel things going numb for him. He could almost feel himself slip away into unconciousness, but his eyes snap open as he felt himself get shaken awake.

He looked up, seeing a man that he guessed could be around his 50s. The man had a stern but concerned look on his face.

"Hey. Get up.", the man said with a quiet yet firm tone. It almost reminded Kevin of the coach they had in school.

Ah, how they missed him already.

The young athelete nodded his head, and stood up. There were a few seconds of silence, and then the boy spoke.

"...A-are you here to take me?", he asked, his voice raspy and almost like a loud whisper.

The older man opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the kid leaning over him.

"Please, just take me! I've failed them all so please!", he murmured, before looking up at him.

"Just take me away! I... I give up!"

The stranger looked down at the young man, before reaching down and patting his back.

"Kid, I'm not here to take you."

"Wh-what?"

"I'm not here to take you, okay? So stop asking me to."

"Why not? I-I don't think I can keep going if I'm just going to fail my friends... Besides, I think my heart's stopped already! My corpse is well on its way to rot in that fucking basement!"

The words flew in a rapid manner, and it left Kevin coughing and gasping for air after. The stranger kept his calm, sighing.

"Look. You still have so much going for you. I'm not letting that end for you. Not today."

"What else do I have going on for me then? I've let them down... I-I don't think I-"

"You didn't. Trust me, you didn't. You still have time, you still have a chance."

"What do I do now?"

The stranger gave him a reassuring smile, and gave their shoulders a soft pat.

"Live."

___

Roderick, Samuel and Jeremy were all confused. Mere moments ago, they were desperately calling out for Kevin as he stopped convulsing. As he stopped moving. As he stopped breathing.

Jeremy swore he heard the timer tick right after that, but all of the sudden, the lights had flickered out. The power was gone.

But they couldn't see each other.

Right now, the three participants called out to each other, to check in if they were okay. Luckily, everyone was... fairly okay. Injuries aside, of course.

Jeremy lets out sigh of relief, but then the realization kicked in again. He couldn't hear Kevin respond to anything. He started sobbing.

His best friend was gone.

The realization hit the other two not long after, and they started to feel guilt and greif.

Roderick started to call out to Kevin, in hopes that he was still alive.

Samuel sighed, trying not to cry in front of the others. Eventually he failed, and he could only grit his teeth as the tears fell from his face.

But in between of the silent chaos, a groan could be heard from his corner. A groan, a few coughs, and then... words.

"G-guys..?"

[mypoisonedvine]

𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader

(𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐)

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || your newest client asks you to give him a real challenge, and you’re happy to oblige.  

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 6.3k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut but no actual sex (lots of handjob stuff though and some brief oral m receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, more cnc (because of the overstimulation), bondage, edging, impact play (riding crop), brief cock torture (she just hits him with the crop a couple times), implied “kink as trauma response” (this is gonna be a theme throughout the whole fic), forced to break a rule/doomed to fail/impossible challenge (idk how to warn for this but yeah), forced voyeurism?, thigh riding (reader rides bucky’s thigh), some degradation/dumbification, brief/implied dacryphilia, a bit of angst/feelings

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“Can’t,” he sighed, “can’t come again.”

He looked so painfully adorable when he begged like that, his brow glistening with sweat as he jerked under your touch.  “Aw, poor baby,” you pouted, twisting your hand when it stroked over the head of his cock, “yes you can.  I know you can.  Just gimme one more.”

“F-fuck,” he whimpered, “Mistress, please— just stop, please, I can’t… can’t take any more…”

“I know you can, sweetheart— I know you can be my good boy and keep coming for me.  Tell me your color.”

“Yellow,” he whispered.

“Think you’re almost done?” you pressed, smiling when he nodded breathlessly.  “Yeah, there’s my good boy— gonna come again for your Mistress?”

“Yes,” he breathed, baring his teeth as his hips bucked wildly to try to avoid further sensation, “y-yes, one more, just one more, I’m gonna— fuck, gonna come, just don’t stop… fuck, it hurts.”

“I know, but you’re being so good for me,” you purred.  “You like it when I milk your pretty cock, don’t you?  Even though it hurts?”

He winced but nodded.  “C-coming, Mistress, fuck, I’m coming…!”

Since it was his fifth of the evening, he could only give you one thick drop of come that gathered at his slit before running down over your hand which finally slowed to a stop.

You both sighed with relief as you pulled your hand away and leaned back, admiring how beautiful he looked as he caught his breath, covered in come and sweat.

"Good job," you praised with a chuckle, "I hope I didn't go too hard on you."

"N-no, that was… that was really good," he sighed, slumping back onto the bed.  "Can I use your shower before I go?"

"Yeah, totally," you nodded.

After a long pause, you gave him a confused look.  

"I thought you were gonna shower?" you reminded him.

"Oh… I guess I have to get up for that," he sighed, making you laugh.

"Rest a bit longer.  You've had a… challenging afternoon."

He nodded a little and you got up from the bed to go wash your hands and freshen up a little, smiling at your own appearance in the mirror— sometimes you forgot how you looked when you did this, but there was an undeniable aura of power around you… especially after a session like that.

This was only your third week with James, and already the dynamic felt so natural between you— and yet, so fresh compared to your other clients.  Normally it took longer for a newbie to get comfortable with you, yet most of them had had multiple doms before and here was James, totally inexperienced and taking it all like a champ.  There was an air of innocence about him, you figured, in contrast to this undeniable strength and intensity that you caught glimpses of from time to time.

Sometimes, it felt like he was chasing an innocence he lost a long time ago.  Whatever it was that drew him to this, you were happy to help him along the way.

It was probably a little dangerous to enjoy sessions with a client so much; even though you often pretended that everything was about your pleasure and not theirs, obviously since they were the paying customer it was the complete opposite in reality.  But there was an equity to the dynamic with you and Bucky, he served you with a real dedication rather than for his own gain.  And you, meanwhile, had rediscovered the fun in this career that had originally drawn you to it in the first place.  It was less like a science now, more like an art— you let yourself go with your instincts and do whatever felt right in the moment, and both of you benefitted for it.  

“Come on, get up and clean yourself off,” you encouraged— gently, of course— as you left the bathroom and returned to find James laying sprawled out on the bed.

“I know you said falling asleep here was a one-time courtesy,” he remembered with a smile, “but I could use it now a lot more than I needed it then.”

Honestly, you didn’t see him smile that often.  It was pleasant; you hoped to see it again.  He did get up, though, and take the washcloth you handed him to wipe off the come that had gotten all over him.  “What are you thinking for next week?” you asked as you leaned against the wall.  “Any special requests?”

“We can discuss all that over the phone,” he decided.  You still didn’t understand fully why he didn’t like to discuss future scenes in person; it was like he wanted the in-person interactions to be as ‘in character’ (if you will) as possible.

“Alright, just keep me updated,” you requested with a shrug.

You got changed while he took his shower, and when he emerged to the living room he seemed surprised to see you sitting on your own couch.  After a moment, you realized it was the fact that you were in normal clothes that threw him off.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in jeans before… or pants of any kind.”

You looked down at your outfit with a smile, glad it was at least still professional and not sweats and a t-shirt or something.  “Yeah, I guess you haven’t.  First time for everything, right?”

“Yeah, had a lot of first times with you,” he chuckled.  “Most significantly less mundane than this.”

A brief silence filled the room but it wasn’t exactly awkward, at least not for you.

“Well, I’ll see you next week,” he decided as he grabbed his jacket from your chair and slipped it on.  You’d been spending most of this session trying to forget how good he looked in the leather motorcycle cut, so that was out the window now as you tried to keep from visibly biting your lip while he walked towards the door.

Damn, he was fine.  But there were more pressing matters at hand.  Like preparing yourself and your apartment for your next appointment.  This guy wanted to get slapped around until he cried… shouldn't be too difficult, but your arms would probably be sore tomorrow.

Opposite of last week, I really want you to edge me tonight, as long as possible.

Don't go easy on me, make me hold it in.  I need a challenge this week.

-J

It was odd how emails from James made your week.

He seemed to prefer to communicate his desire with you this way; maybe it was easier for him, and you couldn’t really blame him for that.  The nice part was that you didn’t have to temper your reactions, if you had any, since you were always alone when you got his messages.  You might be old hat at it now, but you could remember a time that you had to hide a grimace when a client told you to your face what he wanted.  Not that you would shame them for it or anything (unless, you know, they paid you to), but you didn’t enjoy everything you did with these men.

Did you enjoy everything you did with James?  Yes, but you were pretending not to— for your own sake.

You dressed a bit differently for today’s session, more conservatively… not that it was especially conservative by any other person’s standards.  But it left your legs and chest covered, somewhat in the spirit of ‘mean corporate businesswoman’ aesthetically.  For some reason you felt like using a riding crop required wearing pants.

James certainly didn’t seem to mind, with the way he nervously cleared his throat after you opened the door.

“Good to see you again,” you greeted formally, “please, come in.”

He stepped past you, still looking at you and not at what was in front of him, meaning he ended up slamming himself gut-first into your kitchen island.

“Oh!  Are you alright?” you smiled when you noticed. 

“Yeah, I’m good,” he nodded, rubbing his stomach for a second but recovering quickly.  “I told you I can take a lot of pain,” he joked.

“Well, we’re going to put that to the test today,” you promised cryptically.  “You must’ve seen the crop on the table.”

He nodded again.  “Yeah....”

“Are you looking forward to it?”

“Yes,” he answered, a bit too quickly.

“Then let’s get you tied up, James.”

Straddling his lap, you realized the rope was a bit too tight when you saw it digging into his skin; maybe he wouldn’t mind that, but you did, so you pushed the rope back through itself to loosen it slightly.

“How long did it take you to learn all these knots?” he asked casually, watching your fingers nimbly work the ropes around his wrists.

“Not too long,” you shrugged, “I’ve only been doing this a few years… but I knew them before that.”

“Boating school?  Boy Scouts?” he suggested jokingly.

“Just a hobby,” you decided, dodging the covert question about your past.  “Were you a Boy Scout?”

“Do I look like a Boy Scout?” he countered with a scoff.

“Not anymore,” you shrugged, “but I bet you did once.  You’re sorta innocent, you know.”

He swallowed dryly, and you raised an eyebrow as you glanced from the knot you were tightening to his face, which looked a bit flustered.  “R-really?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, leaning back on your heels to look at him straight-on.  “Are you surprised to hear that?”

He nodded quickly, and you laughed.

“Aw, you thought you were so kinky, huh?  So dirty,” you purred, running your hand up his leg until he tugged slightly on the newly-tied ropes— a subtle way to get him to test them for you.  “But you’re really not.  You’re just my sweet, innocent boy.”

He whined— really, properly whined— and you dug your nails into his skin until he hissed instead.

“I don’t think you believe me,” you noticed, leaning back to reach for the crop behind you.  “You think you’re so filthy and perverted, right?  Are you a pervert, James?”

“Yes,” he breathed, shivering as you let the crop slide gently over his skin— his abs, his hips, his legs which were already quivering so adorably.  “Yes, Mistress.”

“And how’s that?”

“I think about… getting hurt,” he admitted weakly, “when I touch myself.  And I touch myself all the fucking time.”

“Yeah?  How many times a day do you stroke that pretty cock, James?”

“Twice every morning,” he blurted out, “after that it depends.”

You didn’t let yourself show your surprise at that number.  “Depends on what?”

When he hesitated, you hit him sharply on the thigh and he winced.  “Depends on what I… what I end up thinking about.  Sometimes… sometimes something reminds me, and I have to get off.”

Something told you not to press on what it was that he needed to be reminded of, and why it made him want to jerk off so bad.  Something told you he wasn’t ready to tell that story yet.  “Did you touch yourself today already?” you asked instead.

“No, no ma’am,” he shook his head, voice wavering as you brushed the crop over his chest, “it’s… it’s different with you.”

“Yeah, I bet it is,” you smirked, hitting him on the stomach quickly.  “I bet you’re finally satisfied, right?  Nothing’s ever worked for you before.”

“Yes,” he moaned, crying out slightly when you hit him on the arm (flesh— you were too afraid what sound the metal one would make) much harder than before.  “The nights I see you, I… I can sleep.”

“You sleep better?”

“No, I just… sleep.”

You tried not to react to that, moving to a new question instead.  “Do you want me to hit you again?  Or do you want me to stroke your cock for you?”

An obvious choice to some, surely, but he seemed to really struggle with it.

“Which one do you think you deserve?” you asked instead.

“Hit me more,” he decided.

Instantly, you struck him once on the face and again on the shoulder, then moved down to his legs for three in a row in spite of the way his body jerked away instinctively.  

“Fuck,” he sobbed, “don’t stop— I need more…”

You focused on his legs, on the inside of his thigh where he seemed the most sensitive.  His twisted joy turned to true fear, though, when you brushed the end of the crop over his balls.  “Do you want me to hit you here?” you challenged.

“I… I don’t know,” he stammered.

“Let’s make a deal, James,” you offered, “wherever I hit you, I’m gonna kiss it to make it better.”

“Then hit me wherever you want,” he nodded, almost smiling at you.  He cried through his teeth when you whipped his shaft with the crop— not especially hard, in fact quite delicately, though the second was harder.  And the third, though not much more aggressive, was right on the sensitive tip; his eyes shot open and his hips jerked away.

“So good, such a good boy,” you whispered proudly, putting the crop aside to lean in and kiss his cheek where you’d hit him before, his shoulder, his arm.

You worked your way down carefully as he breathed heavily beneath you, whimpering slightly when you kissed his thighs and notably ignored his flexing, leaking cock.  “Please,” he whimpered.

“Shh, be patient,” you soothed, “be my good boy.”

“Your good boy,” he repeated, trying to restrain himself but already bucking up into the air again, “fuck, wanna be your good boy, Mistress.”

“Are you already close, pet, just from getting hurt?” you asked in a faux pout.  “You’re not gonna come if I give your pretty cock some kisses, right?”

“I— I won’t come,” he promised.  “Not until I get permission.”

“Baby, it’s gonna be a long fuckin’ time before you get permission,” you promised with a toothy grin.  “Look down at me, honey, I want you to see this.”

He hesitated for a second but obeyed, looking down at you with an expression that was full of awe as you gripped his cock and gave gentle, teasing kisses up his shaft.  It bobbed in your hands with each one, and he let out the most beautiful sigh when you kissed the tip carefully.

A wide lick made him jerk beneath you.  “F-Fuck,” he stammered.

“You said you wouldn’t come,” you reminded him.  “Can I keep going?  Are you gonna be a good boy?”

“Don’t stop, please,” he breathed, “I’ll be good.”

Taking the head between your lips, you suckled gently as he shivered and moaned.  You weren’t sure you’d ever been with anybody— on or off the clock— who was so sensitive.  And you loved it, honestly; who could resist those precious noises he made?

As much as part of you wanted to go nuts and really push him to the edge, you tried to be gentle and careful so as not to make it impossible for him to hold back.  But even then, when you gently grasped his balls in one of your hands and squeezed them, he apparently couldn’t take anymore.

"S-stop," he hissed, and you pulled back, sitting up.

"You were close?" you asked, and he nodded a little.  "Oh, what a good boy."

He whimpered briefly.  "Yes, your good boy, Mistress…"

Your fingers trailed delicately up the underside of his cock, making him shiver violently.  "I know you want to come, but you want to be good even more.  You're such a sweet little pet."

It seemed like the praises did more to keep him on the edge than the touches, so you kept both going; wrapping your fingers around the ridge of his head, you gave the most gentle and subtle strokes, and leaned in to whisper against his ear.

“Is this why you wanted me to edge you today, James?  So you could show me how good you can be?” 

“I-I don’t know,” he blurted out, rocking his hips as best he could while restrained, “I just wanted to… I just wanted you to make me wait.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about that,” you laughed slightly, “I can make you wait all day.  Is that what you want?”

“No, that’s— not that long, I can’t wait that long,” he shuddered.

“Mm, that sounds like your problem, not mine,” you smirked.  “Not sure why I asked what you want, honestly… cause I don’t fucking care.”

His choked-out whine was too perfect to ignore.

“Oh, what a pathetic little moan that was, poor baby,” you cooed mockingly, “are you regretting it now?  You’re probably wondering what you got yourself into, ‘cause you’re worried Mistress is never gonna let you come.”

“No, I don’t regret it,” he denied weakly, “whatever you want— do whatever you want to me, just… give me what I deserve, please.”

You stopped touching him completely and he straight-up sobbed.  “You don’t deserve anything from me, James.  You don’t deserve me at all.”

He told you before that he liked when you rapidly cycled between soft and mean.  Kept him on his toes, apparently.  Honestly, you felt a little guilty talking to him that way sometimes, but his cock leaking enough pre-cum to soak the bedsheets beneath him was a sign you were doing something right.  “I know!” he cried.  “I know, fuck, I’m sorry, but I need you.  I fucking need you, Mistress, please— you know I’ll do anything.”

“I’m feeling generous today,” you shrugged, “so I won’t ask you for much.  Just beg me a little more.”

“Please, pleasepleaseplease,” he rushed, “touch me.  Anywhere, whatever you want, I just need to feel you.  I know I… fuck, I know I don’t deserve it, but let me try to— to earn it.  Please.”

You knew if he had it his way, he wouldn’t do much talking at all.  But you couldn’t just let him have it his way, now could you?  It was better to make him just the right amount of nervous, just the slightest hair uncomfortable, by making him talk to you.  And, of course, you liked the way his deep and rough voice got all whiny and needy like this.

One finger under his chin guided him to look up at you, those pretty blue eyes watery and sparkling and wide with misplaced innocence.

“Tell me who you belong to, James,” you instructed darkly.

“You, Mistress,” he whispered, “I’m yours, I— oh fuck…”

Unshockingly, he was reduced to only moans again when you started stroking his cock, the slick precum making every movement smoother.  “All mine, huh?  My little toy?” you confirmed, but he could only nod and swallow thickly.

You sped up quickly, getting faster and faster until you were really, properly jerking him off and he was biting hard on his lip.  Just when he seemed to really fall into it, get almost comfortable, you had to stop.

"Oh, fuck—" he gasped, bucking his hips up to try to chase your hand when you pulled away, but it was no use with him tied up.  You watched his cock bob in the air and smiled.

“Did you think it was going to be that easy?” you smirked.

Shaking his head, you tilted yours to look at him, reaching up to trace your fingers over his chest.  

“Don’t lie, baby, you thought I was gonna let you come, didn’t you?  You’re so sweet, James, and so, so stupid.”

He gasped, and for a second you thought you might’ve gone too far, but it shifted to a moan quickly and you realized he was having the time of his life.

“Just my dumb, brainless little toy,” you continued with a snarl, watching him tug at the ropes as his eyes fluttered shut.  “It’s okay, James, it’s okay… you don’t need to think, I don’t want your mind.  It’s useless.  I want this pretty cock, that’s all I want from you.”

“It’s all yours, Mistress,” he promised, cheeks burning bright red and eyes forced shut.  “All of it, I swear.”

“I know,” you cooed, holding his face gently to soothe him a bit.  But then your other hand wrapped around his cock and he was anything but soothed.  “Shh, shh, don’t make any sounds, you’re just a toy and toys need to stay quiet.”

You missed his noises, actually, but he looked so cute biting his lip and struggling to suppress them.  His cock was so swollen in your hand that you honestly wondered if it was somehow getting bigger.  Was that even possible?  Your mouth was watering regardless.

“I’m gonna give you a little break,” you promised gently, “but I’ll be honest, pretty boy… I don’t think you’re gonna like it one bit.”

The look he gave you beautifully balanced fear with anticipation, and you stopped stroking him to reach over towards the bedside drawer and pull out a vibrator.

“Your Mistress is feeling a little.... self-indulgent today,” you winked.  “And since I, unlike you, don’t need to hold myself back from coming, I think I might as well get myself off if I want to.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly, watching you closely as you stood up off the bed and started to carefully undress yourself.  It was a lot more fun to get naked when you were wearing something that didn’t actually show much skin— the button-up seemed to really get him going, his tongue mindlessly darting out to lick his lips as you opened one button at a time.

Once it was off your shoulders and on the floor, and he could see the almost-transparent bra you had on, you moved to opening your trousers as well.  Just to be mean, you faced the other way as you pushed them down over your ass; you heard his breath catch and you smirked to yourself, spinning to face him again in just the matching, dark red bra and panty set.

“What do you think, do you like this better than the black ones?” you asked coyly.

“I like you naked better than both,” he answered, and you grinned.

“I’m gonna let that backtalk slide just once because it’s not worth my time to go over there and slap you for it,” you decided.  “But don’t test me, James.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered dutifully, sounding a bit out of breath as he watched you climb back onto the bed, positioning yourself carefully.

You faced him straight-on and laid your legs over his, meaning your lace-covered pussy was in full view and only inches from his leaking cock— the damn thing looked sore by now, purple at the tip and just as desperate for attention as the rest of him.

When you pulled the fabric aside to show him your cunt, he hissed and looked away.

“Look at me, James, keep your eyes open,” you demanded, seeing how totally wrecked he looked when he turned his head back to you and stared down at your body with half-lidded eyes.  “Look at how fucking soaked my pussy is.  You remember how it feels to be inside it, don’t you?”

He swallowed, sighed, and finally (just barely) nodded.

“You remember how hot and wet and tight it is, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” he choked.

“Well, that memory’s all you’ve got to work with, sweet boy, because I don’t think I’m ever gonna let you fuck this pussy again.”

He really, properly sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks, and those arms flexed against the ropes defiantly.  “N-no, please—” 

“I’m gonna make myself come with this,” you promised, interrupting him as you grabbed the vibe, “and I want you to remember how it feels when I come around you, okay?  

Turning it on, you wasted no time pressing it to your clit, moving the end of the toy in slow circles and keeping a close eye on him as he watched you.  Your intention had always been to give him a show, but the embarrassing thing was how little of it was an act.  Ironically, even though you’d been edging him this whole time, having to touch him that way without any pleasure for yourself was almost as torturous.  You’d soaked through your panties by the time you had him tied up, to be totally honest.  So, giving into it and letting yourself feel good was a breeze.

“Think about when I was riding you, James,” you instructed, your own voice clearly affected by your pleasure now.  “Think about how good it would feel if I let you come inside me.”

“Oh, god,” he cried, leaning his head back.

“Think about my pussy milking every fucking drop of come out of you.  You know I wouldn’t let you stop until I was completely full of your come, I bet you’d like that.  I bet you’d like to eat your come out of me, you sick little pervert.”

“Fuck!” he yelped, tugging at the ropes harder now— for a second you thought he might really break them and jump you.  And for a second, you knew you’d let him.  It made your walls clench as you imagined facing the consequences of driving a man to the brink of insanity until he couldn’t help but fuck you like an animal.  It was a good thing he didn’t see you bite your lip as you imagined that.

“You know what I’m thinking about?” you taunted.  

“God, don’t tell me,” he sighed through his teeth, but obviously you ignored him.

“I’m thinking about what a good boy you are for me,” you cooed, your hips starting to rock up against where you held the end of the vibrator; you pressed it down harder onto your clit and moaned instantly.  “Yeah, I’m thinking about how pretty you look when you’re all desperate and needy and fucking pathetic—”

“Oh—” he choked.

“My dumb litlte whore, that’s all you are, James,” you groaned.  “I know you wish you could touch me, it’s all you can think about, right?  That pretty head of yours would be completely empty if it weren’t for thoughts of me and how badly you want me.  Right?”

“Yes,” he whispered huskily.

A shiver ran up your spine when the vibrator bumped into a more sensitive part of you, and you did it again and again until you thought you might lose it a bit faster than you meant to.  “This toy feels really good,” you informed him in a purr, gasping when you slipped the vibrating body of it into your pussy, “but it doesn’t feel as good inside me as you do.”

His eyes fell shut but he still winced a bit every time you made a sound; he couldn’t run from this, no matter how hard he tried.

“Oh James,” you moaned loudly, fucking yourself with the vibe for a moment before you pulled it back out to focus even harder on your clit, “I’m gonna come.  I’m so, so close… I can feel it getting stronger, I think I might make a mess on these sheets.  And the only way I’m ever gonna let you come is if you watch me do it.  So open your fucking eyes.”

He blinked quickly as he opened them, gaze scanning your whole body before settling on your cunt; you were sure he could see it pulsing as you got closer and closer, you knew he was imagining how it would feel.  You only spared a brief glimpse at his cock, bobbing between his legs, and wished you could just slip it in you now and come while it stretched you out. 

But that wasn’t what he was here for, sadly, and you were sure you were the only being truly denied of your desires, despite how it probably seemed from the outside.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, numbness starting to tingle in your legs as your orgasm built up quicker than even you expected.  “I’m coming— James, I’m coming, oh, fuck… right there— yes!”

A gush of heat warmed your cunt at the same time that shocks ran up your spine and down your limbs; you could feel your legs shaking, and you knew he could, too.  

It got so intense for a second that you had to pull the vibrator away, though you didn’t stop coming until a few moments later, eyes falling shut without you meaning for them to.

You actually laughed a bit, breathlessly, as you turned the vibe off and set it aside, although you weren’t sure exactly what was supposed to be funny about this per se.  When you opened your eyes, you saw James looking down and looking positively defeated.  But he looked tense, too, and you sat up on your wobbly legs to get closer to his face.  

“Relax, James,” you told him firmly as you examined him.

“I— I can’t,” he whispered. 

“Why not?”

“I’ll come.”

Nothing could fight your wide grin anymore, not when you heard that.  “Oh, baby… are you about to come without even being touched?  Is that how much you liked watching Mistress come?”

He nodded, ever so slightly, and you laughed.  Not quite a mocking laugh, moreso impressed.  Prideful, even.  You leaned in to give a wet kiss to his neck, licking over his pulse as he shivered violently.

“That’s my good boy,” you whispered against his skin.  He whined and you cooed soothingly right away, “oh I know, I know.  It’s so unfair, isn’t it?  Mistress gets to come and you don’t…”

“Please,” he stammered, “I’m so close, let me come, please.”

“But I don’t wanna see you come, baby— I wanna see you cry.”

You started to slide your hand down his chest and he jumped up to attention as he tried to squirm away.  “No, please, don’t— don’t touch my cock, not if I can’t come.”

“You can hold it in, can’t you?” you pouted.

“No, I can’t, I can’t,” he sobbed, watching fearfully as your hand moved down to his stomach and over his hips.  

“But I thought you were my good boy,” you frowned, suddenly wrapping your hand tight around his cock as he choked on a gasp.

“Mistress!” he sobbed.  “Please, don’t—  don’t move your hand, I’ll come.”

"Never fucking tell me what to do," you instructed firmly, just barely stroking as he cried weakly.  "I'm gonna touch you however I want and you're not gonna come because you're my good boy, right?"

"No, Mistress, I can't stop it, I'm gonna come— stop, please…"

"You'd better not fucking come," you hissed through your teeth, speeding up your movements and watching his eyes shoot wide open, "you'd better hold it in until I'm done with you."

"I'm trying— please slow down, can't take it—"

You shook your head, tutting disapprovingly.  "No, baby, I tell you what you can take."

"Oh— oh god, Mistress, please, please stop, please, I c-can't— fuck!"

You pulled your hand away the second his cock started to flex but it was too late: come was shooting from his swollen tip and painting his chest and stomach.  You didn't even wait until he was done to backhand him across the face.

"I'm sorry!" he yelled.  "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it…"

You softened slightly when you heard his broken voice, saw the desperation and fear on his face— it was real, more real than the fake ‘no’s and the encouraging pleas for mercy.  "Baby, it's okay, you tried so hard," you soothed instantly.

Hope filled his eyes just as much as tears as he looked up at you.  "Am I still your good boy?"

"Always," you smiled, caressing his face where it was already turning red from your slap.  

You reached down and caressed his cock with the back of your fingers, watching it flex weakly.  

“Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

His lip twitched, almost like a wince.  “Do we… do we have to stop?”

You quickly glanced at the clock.  “Um, no,” you mumbled, “we still have time.  Just tell me what you want.”

“I wanna watch you come again…” he admitted softly.  “Is… is that okay?”

Although you weren’t sure what you’d been expecting, you were still surprised.  “Yeah, sure.”

“But… but closer this time,” he added, “not so far away.”

You were literally laying on top of him, how did that count as far away? 

“I wanna see your face,” he clarified.

“Okay,” you nodded, deciding to indulge him.  It was sort of like aftercare, except that this wasn’t exactly the ‘after’ part yet.

On your knees beside where he was leaning back against the headboard, you slipped your hand down into the lace panties again, finding your clit still swollen but not too sensitive.  A little gasp fell from your lips when you touched it, rubbing it carefully with two fingers while he looked up at your face.  

You felt slightly exposed when he watched you this close, and you didn’t know where to look to avoid direct eye contact.  Looking at his lips was just a little too tempting, so that wouldn’t work.

“My hands are a little tired,” you explained, “they might cramp up.  Maybe I could use your thigh…”

“O-okay,” he nodded, and you removed your fingers from your panties to sit down on the thick muscle of his leg.  You felt him tense up under you slightly, and you carefully began to rock your hips until your clit rubbed just right against the inside of your underwear.  Surely he could feel how wet you were— actually, you both could hear it, almost a wet clicking-like noise as the soaked lace slid against your skin.

The dynamic shifted slightly, not that you minded it, as he watched you ride him carefully.  Just as he couldn’t hide much from you when he was naked and tied up and baring his soul to you in the kinkiest way possible, you couldn’t hide your pleasure from him when he was looking at your face so up-close.  You let your hands carefully roam his body, narrowly avoiding the trails of cooling come he’d left on his stomach and chest, until you found his strong shoulders and held onto them for balance.

“Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself, biting your lip as your sore clit throbbed against his hard, muscular thigh.  

“Will you… could you kiss me?” he requested quietly, and your heart broke a little bit.  You shook your head, and he nodded in understanding.

“I’ll kiss you here,” you offered instead, whispering against his skin before you pressed your lips to his forehead, then his cheek, then his jaw.  “Is that better, James?”

“It helps,” he agreed in a sigh.  

“I’m close,” you warned quietly, pressing your cheek to his and weaving one hand into his hair.  “I’m gonna come again, on your thigh.”

“Let me touch you,” he begged, “just a little, please…”

You nodded, about to reach forward to untie one of his hands, but he snapped the ropes and you had totally forgotten he could do that.  He quickly ran his touch all over your body, calloused hands and bound wrists in stark contrast to your soft skin.  The metal one was a little cold but it didn’t bother you; the other was almost too hot, and it was like being warmed and cooled all at once.

He ran his fingers down your spine, he gripped one of your shoulders, he rubbed your legs: he did everything he must have been wishing he could do this whole time, even gasping as he ran one hand up your chest and over a cup of your bra.  Just as you sensed that he was about to ask if he could touch you there, you nodded and felt his metal hand tug down the red lace and grab your breast— thankfully not very hard, though he did give your nipple a quick pinch which made you gasp.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he finally settled his hands on holding your hips, just tight enough to slightly guide your movements as you rocked faster and more desperately.  “Please come,” he begged weakly, “Mistress, please… use me.”

It sort of hit you all at once then, like a punch to the gut.  Except, you know, a lot more fun than getting punched in the gut.

“James,” you gasped, legs quivering where they straddled his as a new patch of slick soaked the lace (and presumably his thigh as well).  He held you tight, kept you moving through it while your fingers tangled in his hair and your mouth fell slack for another, louder moan.

The way his lips moved over your skin, laving your collarbones and pulse point and the innermost corner of your jaw, was positively worshipful; reverent.  “Mistress,” he whispered, almost sounding like praise but tinted with awe.  Your movements slowed down to a stop and the two of you breathed a sigh together, unintentionally.  “Thank you,” he mumbled.

“What for?” you asked, blinking quickly and looking down at him, coming back to reality (though you weren’t quite sure where else it was that you had just been).

“I dunno, everything,” he decided.

“Don’t thank me,” you smiled.  “Keep paying me, though.”

He laughed a little, glancing away.  “Yeah, and I’ll pay you back for these ropes… sorry."

"No, hey, don't be sorry," you dismissed, getting up off of his leg and standing up to go grab a towel for him.  "I'm just sorry we still haven't found anything strong enough to hold you."

"It's fine, they're strong enough to make me stop myself when I want to do something I shouldn't, that's all that really matters."

You nodded to yourself as you dampened the towel and came back to wipe him off.

"I can do that for myself," he reminded you, sounding a bit embarrassed, but you thought it was sweet. 

“You just focus on getting those ropes off of yourself,” you decided with a little smile.

[peachycoreroo]

i was thinking, what about boys from haikyuu losing game and taking their anger on their s/o in bed to the point s/o is saying safe word, crying? if that's too much, just make them really angry, hurting s/o with words.

i was thinking about Suna, Kita and maybe Shirabu?

characters: suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, shirabu kenjirou

genre: smut, slight angst, fluff at the end

word count: 1.8k

warnings: fem!reader, angry boys, established relationships, spanking, one (1) face slap, choking, vaginal penetration, oral m!receiving, usage of ‘whore’, ‘bitch’ and ‘slut’, heavy degradation, semi-public sex, pretty harsh words are said, safe word is used

authors note: uuu this is my first darker piece for hq, but it does end in fluff!! i tweaked it so it fits the timeskip, but just a friendly reminder that this is pure fiction, your favs love you and would never hurt you<3 here's a link to my masterlist

pt.2: kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, tsukishima kei

suna rintarou:

it wasn’t often that your boyfriend resorted to pounding the living shit out of you immediately when you had sex, usually opting for teasing you till you couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to fuck you or took the reins in your own hands and rode him till you were both shaking from overstimulation.

this time, was bad though.

the japanese national volleyball team just lost the finale of the olympics, resulting in them only getting the silver medal. no matter how amazing the second-place sounded, it still hit hard to miss the big gold by a hair.

just like how hard suna was currently hitting your ass, as he fucked into you in the empty changing room of the team. you only wanted to check on him when you saw how dejected he looked as he left the field with the team, when the tall brunet just ripped down your clothes and bent you over, fury dancing in his greenish eyes.

you knew how hard rintarou and his teammates worked for this. it was only natural they couldn’t celebrate. losing is still losing, no matter if you’re getting a medal.

“f-fuck, rin, it hurts”, you wailed, tears already streaming down your face from the full-force slaps that were delivered to your sore ass cheeks. being bent over with only the locker in front of you and sunas’ hands on your hips as a leverage to not fall face first on the floor, slowly took a troll on your tired body. it also didn’t help that your legs were barely able to keep you up with how powerful his thrusts were.

“shut the fuck up and take it, worthless whore”, he growled furiously, thrusts only increasing in speed, and a hand sneaking to your front, wrapping itself around your neck. the cruel comments that usually caused your cunt to flutter and eyes roll back, suddenly made your heart sink.

you knew he was angry at being defeated by the opposing team and not at you, but you couldn’t stop the heavy feeling in your chest, or the tears that seemed to multiply at his cold remark.

when the adjustment of his hips caused him to hammer his fat tip painfully against your cervix and his hand tightened harshly around your throat, your knees gave out and you tried to scream only for nothing to come out of your mouth.

“useless, fucking bitch, can’t even stand upright. why do i even keep you around?” he aggressively huffed, not paying any attention to your comfort. you couldn’t take this anymore.

your body went completely limp, as you whispered a small, choked ‘silk’, not even being sure if he heard, when his mind was so clouded by rage.

but he did. and his heart painfully clenched when he recognized the hurt tone in your voice, instantly letting go of your bruised throat and ceasing his thrusts.

guilt filled him as he pulled out and finally looked at you to see you sobbing uncontrollably, arms wrapping protectively around your form as if you were afraid of him hurting you.

“hey… hey, y/n, sweetie, look at me.” suna’s gentle tone had you looking up at him, your vision blurry as your pained expression met his tender one.

“’m s-sorry i couldn’t help you, r-rin’. ‘m sorry y-you lost”, you stuttered out helplessly.

here you were, crying and in pain, but still thinking about him. the brunet was sure he didn’t deserve you.

“no, i’m sorry, pretty. i got carried away”, the tall volleyball player whispered softly, his large palms cupping your cheeks, “i love you and i never want to hurt you. please, forgive me.”

the guilt etched into his handsome face showed you just how bad he really felt, your lips lifting in a small smile. “’s ok, rin’. i love you too.”

the tall male breathed out a sigh of relief as he embraced you tightly and kissed your forehead. suna rintarou would never get carried away like this again. that, he promised himself.

kita shinsuke:

when kita got home, all dejected and upset because some assholes decided to trash grandma yumie’s precious crops in the darkness of the night, you opened your arms with love and understanding. what you didn’t expect however, as you asked how you could help, was to end up on your knees with your boyfriend abusing your throat for what felt like hours.

your knees were aching from the uncomfortable position on the hardwood floor, throat painfully contracting around his thick length as he pounded your mouth as if it were your cunt, jaw hurting from holding it open for so long.

you felt like you would pass out any minute, and while normally kita would immediately sense any of your slightest mood shifts when you were being intimate, he didn’t this time.

where there was usually a caring boyfriend who wouldn’t take his gaze of your face and always asked if you’re doing okay, was a guy who had a far away look on his frowning face, only using you as an outlet for his anger.

the white-black haired male was almost scarily quiet, only occasional grunts and growls escaping his lips. your gurgling and gagging sounds as he hit the back of your throat with every forceful thrust were painful to listen to, and you couldn’t wrap your head around your boyfriend not realizing what he was doing to you.

as tears streamed down your numb face, you weren’t able to stop your teeth from grazing his fat cock, your throbbing jaw not cooperating with your brain anymore.

kita let out an animalistic growl as he pulled out of your wet mouth at once, a sudden slap to your tender cheek startling you.

“you asked how to help and you’re doing exactly that, but can’t even do that for me, huh?”, he spat almost hostilely.

the hurtful words, the harsh slap and the rage painted on his usually calm and kind face made your heart ache, as you sobbed out a ‘peach! shin’, please! peach!’

kita suddenly felt as if he awoke from a hypnosis, when he heard you cry out your safe word. as his -now clear- gaze fell on you, he couldn’t help his chest from painfully tightening. you only offered to help, and he’s gone and hurt you like never before.

falling on his knees in front of you, he pulled you into his strong arms, rocking you both side to side as he apologetically murmured ‘i’m so sorry, angel’ and ‘i love you’ over and over again into your messy hair.

“m’ okay, shinsuke. just wanted to help", you sniffled against his chest, making kita close his eyes out of pure shame that he did that to you.

“let’s get you into the bathtub and i’ll cook your favorite, how does that sound love?”, he whispered softly, as if afraid that any of his next movements would make you break.

the next few weeks you barely got to do anything, kita shinsuke always glued to your side and immediately taking over any task that was thrown at you.

shirabu kenjirou:

being a med student was fucking exhausting. shirabu had spent months writing a very important thesis about certain brain tumors on newborns, only for his professor to give him a c. something about it not being detailed enough.

“fuck you”, shirabu spat as he was sitting in front of the fire place in your shared apartment, throwing all 80 pages of the “not detailed” dissertation into the fire.

“ken’? what are you doing?”

“burning this fucking nightmare. ’m gonna drop out, fuck this shit”, he almost growled furiously. coming up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, leaning down to ask lowly: “you want a better way to deal with your anger?”

that’s how you found yourself bent over his lap with your panties dangling at your ankles. the spanking wasn’t new, your boyfriend being super pissed while doing so, was.

the first few slaps went as usual with you clenching around nothing and enjoying the rubs to the tender flesh shirabu hit a few seconds prior. after, it suddenly went downhill.

all at once, the soft caresses ceased to a stop, his calloused palm from years of playing volleyball coming down on your ass with full force and the copper-haired man spewing some of the most degrading stuff you’ve ever heard.

“fucking slut, getting off to this. you like it when i use you to let out my anger? i’m having a hard time while you’re just being a horny, selfish fucktoy”.

at the last sentence, you froze. did he really think you were using him? you only wanted to help, but his cold words continued. “gonna beat your ass till it’s sore and aching, you won’t be able to sit without remembering what a useless fucking girlfriend you were while i needed support.”

the logical part of your brain knew, that your boyfriend didn’t mean it. the anger got the best of him, and he just threw around accusations like he wished he could do at his asshole of a prof.

but the bigger, sensitive part of your brain convinced you that he meant every single hurtful word. you weren’t even hearing what derogatory stuff was spilling from his lips anymore, vision blurry and ears ringing from the pain you felt in your chest as well as your ass cheeks.

was this your fault? was it wrong to try and help? maybe you should’ve given him some space.

a particularly hard spank brought you back to reality, suddenly tasting the salty wetness of your tears seeping into your mouth as you cried out a loud ‘pumpkin!”, trying to push yourself out of his lap and landing on the floor with a loud ‘thud’ as his hands instantly let you go.

shirabu could only look at you wide-eyed when he saw how you were choking on your sobs and crawling backwards, just to get away from him.

“please don’t hit me anymore!”, were the words, that would haunt kenjirou for the rest of his life. he could feel himself tear up when it hit him what he did to you, his precious girlfriend, just because he was angry at a prof.

“baby, i- please i would never hit you like that on purpose, i- “, the male felt his throat tighten up and with a quiet sniffle he embraced you tightly, craving the warmth of your body. “forgive me, i love you so much, please don’t go.”

as you started to calm down, your arms wrapped themselves around him, wanting to be close to him as well, because no matter what, he was your biggest comfort and you still loved him.

“’m not going anywhere, kenji’. just… please don’t do that ever again”, you murmured against his temple.

“never.”

[hotxcheeto]

Hi! Can you do a ellie x fem reader smut and fluff where ellie edges reader to make her lose her mind please thank you love your posts :)

━ 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, fingering ( r! receiving ), oral ( r! receiving ), tribbing, mean!ellie if you squint, rough to passionate sex, ellie edging the reader, mentions of soreness and hickies, established relationship, fluff and romance babes

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!! I OPENED MY REQUESTS AND FELT SO GOOD AND STARTED WRITING AND MY LIFE PLUMMETED. Ily sm thank you for being patient! And thank you for requesting!!

REBLOGS AMAZINGLY APPRECIATED ily !!!

"Tell me you fucking love me."

You glanced down through a blur of tears and hooded eyes, body sore and covered in glistening perspiration.

"I love you."

You whispered with a broken voice and shaky sound, just the three words passing your lips before a sharp breath ripped through your body.

Head falling back into your many pillows along with your thoughts of ever leaving her arms again, as if you would think that without her between your legs at this moment.

"Fuck Y/n." She whispered. "Again." Ellie then asked, or demanded, but you didn't care, fingernails clawing at her scalp while hers left little moons in your thighs.

You could barely fathom a thought, only Ellie, invading every aspect of your body. Every little fiber of yourself being handed over to your girlfriend.

"I really love you, Ellie."

She sucked hard on your clit, fucking you with her fingers while holding your lower half down with her other arm. Looped around your leg and keeping you close.

"I can't El.." You shook your head, fighting the urge to shut your legs around her head while her tongue swirled around your bud.

"Yes you can.." She muttered, pressing just the lightest kiss to your clit before diving right back in, not giving you a moment to breathe.

You could feel it gathering in your belly and bubbling in your throat. Eyes glossed over and hazy in sight.

"Ellie m'gonna–" Your voice cracked as a little shriek fell from your lips, your release coating her tongue and lips as she took it all in without a complaint. Humming at your taste, sending vibrations through your lower half.

"Oh fuck!" You shook with pleasure as her tongue played with your clit like it was her favorite toy. Watching your every reaction and drinking it all in.

The way your face contorted, and the way your yells died out.

Shivers passing your lips along with little breaths as her mouth slowed. Swirling around your clit again and again until your lower half began to run from her mouth.

"How're you pretty girl?" She asked, pulling away for a mere second before kissing your clit. Her thumb finding its way towards the little bud as your body stirred and calmed.

"El..." You breathed heavily before her finger lightly pressed itself over your already stimulated clit, a small girlish cry leaving your lips.

"Yeah?" She rubbed a little harder, circles and circles that had you withering. "Don't do that..." You murmured, the overstimulation becoming too much as your legs shook around her head.

"Don't do what? Huh?" The back of your hand came over your swollen lips, holding back your cry as her fingers gripped the meat of your thigh. Thumb not stopping its movement.

"You're such a dick–" Her hand pulled away, the build up collapsing around you at the loss of contact that made you shudder in disappointment.

"Don't bite the hand that feeds you babe." You pouted in disappointment, her hand moving from your thigh to clutch your jaw.

"Fuck," She whispered, pressing her sweaty forehead against your own, watching your eyes flutter shut as her wet cunt gilded against your own. Clits grazing one another, a broken whine leaving your lips.

"Ellie.." "I missed you.." She then said, causing your eyes to open once more, pushing towards her for a kiss. Though, she moved, dodging your lips while a laugh filled the room.

Her pace was agonizingly slow, painful even. Inching you closer and closer with little movement, but she was so close it just made you crave even more. Her sweaty body rutting against your own while she stared down at you like you were the brightest star in the sky.

"Please.." Ellie knew, she knew how close you were again, clenching around nothing while your wet pussy only dripped with both her and your arousal. Begging for a release, though she wouldn't let you receive a thing.

She stopped, you whined.

"Shh.. sh, sh," She quieted you with a deep kiss, pulled her hips away while you tried to close your legs at the swollen, aching feeling over your clit, uncomfortably throbbing.

"Stop it or I'll stop." You wanted to cry, but you complied, letting her open you back up while she continued to peck your lips. Then your nose, smirking at your need for her as she'd inch you closer until inevitably pulling away.

"I want to come.." You whispered, so quiet if your girlfriend wasn't right on top of you, she wouldn't have heard a thing.

"Yeah?" Ellie asked, looking at you with more snarkiness than curiosity. Her warm breath fanning your already hot face, damp with both yours sweat her hers and claimed by her lips.

"Mhm.." Her fingers toyed with your hole, feeling you silently pleading for her to enter your cunt.

So close yet so far.

"I thought you said I was a dick?" You shook your head dramatically, drunk on just her body alone, hovering against yours. She smiled at your blown out pupils, you were completely gone and it was all of her doing.

"M'sorry.." "You're sorry?" You then nodded quickly, the girl above you chuckling and grabbing your face, letting it come to complete stop. One finger finding a snug place inside of you, forcing a whimper from your lips.

"You know I love you right?" "Yeah–" You squeaked, inviting her limb in, feeling her pumping in and out, and then she paused. "Please Ellie– feel s'good."

"Fuck... I could hear you say that forever." You felt your face go warm at the sudden look in her eye, or maybe it had always been there, and now you had finally noticed it.

You were so close, wanting to thrust up into her fingers but deciding against your hazed judgement.

"Please El..." Her movements were slow, not even to bring you up only to keep you on edge. "Please what?" "Wanna come."

"Mm." She leaned down once more, her chaste kissed on your purpled neck did so little to soothe the sore skin, but yet felt so nice.

"Please.." It came out so meek, a little whine, a prayer lost in the air and for Ellie's laughter to swallow it up.

"How do you want it?" You felt the air get caught up in your throat when she backed away, looking over your body in the lamp light. Her green eyes scanning every inch of yourself, yet you were so far gone, you didn't even mind.

"I want you." You said quietly, not caring at your vagueness or the strange look that crossed Ellie's green eyes, keeping you on edge as she prodded for an answer in the quiet room.

"Mouth?" You squirmed and shook your head, grabbing her free hand to pull her close. "You." Her fingers being sucked right back into your cunt, pumping in and out slowly, caught up in watching you.

She only stared, like a tourist in awe of the scenery. Like you were a beautiful waterfall in the middle of the desert.

To her, to your girlfriend, you were life and death itself.

"Please.."

Your release was inches away when Ellie pulled back for the final time, one hand spreading you apart.

"Ellie.." You startled, in so much pain and pleading for pleasure, achining for her touch to stay. "Shh, it's alright.."

She laid herself into you, humping your cunt with her own, both of you breathing out a choked moan.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Ellie hummed in delight, resting her forehead against your own as your clits grazed the other again and again. "Ellie.." You cried, head falling back deeper into the pillows you shared, body jolting with every one of Ellie's thrusts.

"Don't stop– please Ellie–" Her caressed your entire face, holding you close to her. "Look at me.." You barely comprehended her words, feeling the coil wounding so painfully tight you were positive you were going to scream.

"Look at me Y/n." You finally fluttered your eyes open, stare wide and attaching to hers. "M'gonna.." "Go on babe.."

You were coming undone even if she didn't mutter those words, your noises filling the room to a brim, flooded by your screams that scraped at your throat to be released.

Squeezing around nothing as she continued to fuck you, swallowing every noise by kissing you.

"Fuck Y/n/n.." Ellie followed, grinding her cunt against your own, both of your juices dripping down your thighs and pussy.

Her hand slipping down between the both of you to draw out your orgasms, rubbing your clit with her fingers. Your entire body squirming and jolting away from her while her other hand kept you perfectly in place.

"Ellie please– I can't–" You clawed at her upper arms, trying your hardest to push her hand away while she smiled, kissing your cheek.

"I love you.." You whispered, Ellie peering down at your nearly closed eyes.

Awkwardness flooding her gut at your words, because even now, after everything in those moments before, she felt weird saying it.

But you looked so beautiful, she didn't care.

"Yeah, I love you too."

[rommahh]

Love On Tour…Actually

{Im sorry for how late this was. I went to the show Friday and honestly, it was the best day of my life. I had a little PCD which made me super unmotivated but I’m back. I love you all, R}

You woke up a little grumpy, you won’t lie. You didn’t like waking up alone especially on a show day. It made you uncomfortable to be left to your own devices without any structure or schedule. You understood that Harry was a busy man but it would’ve been nice to receive some text so you could plan your day accordingly.

Sitting on the couch in the lounge of your hotel room, you chowed down on leftover pasta while watching Netflix on your iPad. You had yet to receive a text from Harry even though you had texted him hours ago when you woke up. It was hard to tell if he was ignoring you out of anger or if he was simply just lost in track. Either way you felt dejected.

On the other hand, Harry hadn’t even noticed that he iced you. He was busy running around Nashville trying to get things ready for tonight’s show. He bought you a new dress and shoes, and got the ring fitted. It was hard to figure out your ring size but he end up measuring your finger when you were passed out asleep in bed last night. When you slept, you slept and he knew that would be the perfect time to measure your finger.

Harry was so busy that morning, that by the end of his errands he realized he didn’t even have time to go back to the hotel before rehearsals. He was sporting a small cough and his vocal chords felt overworked but that’s all apart of tour.

Pulling his phone out of his back pocket as he walked into the arena, he dialed your number quickly. He had people trying to talk to him but he paid them no mind.

“Oh? Would you look who’s here?” Harry’s head shot up to the sound of your voice. There you sat on his dressing room couch, arms crossed over one another as you glared at him. Your gaze burned through him and he could just tell he was in trouble.

“Hello lovie.” Harry rasped.

“Harry you sound like shit but here you are up and about running around. You should’ve slept in this morning.” Scolding as you stand up to walk in front of him. Harry could feel the anger radiate off of you but you hid it well. He melted into your hands that cupped his warm cheeks.

“I had a lot of errands to run and I didn’t want to wake you. Also it’s just a sore throat from singing and traveling- comes with being on tour.” He mumbles dropping his head into your neck. You caress the hairs on the back on his neck and massage the tense muscles.

“You’ve got to think about yourself more, Harry. You have a show to put on but you can’t put on your best show if you’re not at your best. I am not happy with you at all.” Even though your words were scolding him, you held him your arms in the most soothing way. That’s what Harry loved about you, you cared for him like no one else could (aside from his mom). You could tell him off with your harshest words but he’d always feel your love from miles away.

“You’re right love, sorry for not keeping in touch today.” You hum in acknowledgement. You both pulled away from each other when his driver walked in with Harry’s abundance of bags. “Thank you, sir.”

“What all did you buy?” You ask walking towards the bags. Harry’s arm shot out in front of you making you stop. You looked up at him in shock. “Fine be secretive.”

You huffed before making your way back to the couch. Harry rolled his eyes at you, making way to his shopping bags. Plucking the bag from Nordstrom he plopped it down on the table in front of you.

“I just didn’t want you snooping at some other stuff. I bought you this, for tonight.” He sat down beside you, thighs touching leaving no room between you two.

“Im not trying to be mean. Just a little peeved that you left this morning without telling me. You also have a cold and I wanna take care of you since you won’t do it.” A hand rubs his forehead luring his eyes shut.

“Sorry baby, I thank you for caring so much.” He whispers sleepily.

“Im always gonna care for my bubs.” Kissing him on the lips, your turn your attention to the bag. The small grey bag had light tissue paper covering the product within the bag. The tissue falls to the floor as you dig into the bag. A silky champagne dress, folded neatly to decrease wrinkles, sits in the bag. The dress was soft and you knew it was loose enough to give you the room to dance. Soft snores escaped the boy beside you- the exhaustion evident on his face.

You pull the dress out of the bag and walk over to where his outfit of the night hung. The dress was hung beside his to be steamed for later. Turning around, you smile at the sight of your curled up boyfriend. Your heart hurt knowing that in a few minutes he would have to go rehearse.

Harry sleepily went through rehearsals sitting in a chair the whole time. He knew his stage cues and performance, he only had one more thing to rehearse but it required for you to not be in the room. He gave one look to Jeff to signal him to get you out. Jeff made up some excuse saying that he needed help with some social media post for the show.

Before the show, there was a catered dinner from some local restaurant. Harry ate a light meal of fresh vegetables and a sweet iced tea which has grown on him having lived in the states for some years. You ate grilled chicken and fries enjoying the free food. The two of you ate alone in his dressing room- wanting a moment of piece before the crazy.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Harry. He shrugs, he was more nervous than anything but you wouldn’t understand why if he had told that to you. He felt floaty. Tonight would be a game changer, a step in a whole new direction. This is something he’s wanted to do for years now but it’s finally happening, and he’s scared.

"Im ok, a little tired but what else is new. I can't wait to sleep all night and cuddle with you." He grabs your hand from across the table. you squeeze it, frowning at his revelation.

"I don't like that you're so tired." You worry, his hand squeezes yours in reassurance.

“Im ok, it’s all apart if the job.” He looks down to your bare ring finger, thumb brushing over the empty spot. Your nails were done in your favorite way, some funky pattern you found from Pinterest all painted on short coffin nails.

“I love you Harry and I’m so proud of you. I know that these years put us both in a bad place mentally but I’m happy of where we are now.” Harry could almost tear up to your words. They settled into his mind, resonating. He was making the perfect decision and you solidified that ideal.

2014

Harry didn’t know how they did it. A show every night, a new state everyday, a new country every few months- he was burnt out. He was tired of shared tour buses and the lack of autonomy. Last nights LA show was amazing, the crowd was amazing, the energy was amazing- so why did he feel so horrid?

He walked around in The Grove, security guards walking in front and behind him. He wanted a peaceful day alone but here they were. Fans watched suspiciously trying to decipher if it was Harry or not. His hat and sunglasses were obviously not the disguise he thought they would be.

As the whispers got louder, his heart started to flurry more. Panic seeped into his veins as he looked for an escape. Bolting in the Barnes and Nobles- security guards close behind- Harry asked for the employees to close shop just for a moment. Harry only needed a moment to get a car near by to escape to. Feeling overwhelmed, Harry hid.

In between the historical fiction and romance aisle is where he sat. Head between his knees, trying to catch his breathe.

“Are you ok?” A voice asked from above him. His head whipped up in shock. Standing there was you, three books clutched between your arms. Adjusting your dress you dropped down to the floor in front of him.

“I-im fine, tired but fine.” He replied. He looked different than he did the night before, you thought. Last night, he was energetic and full of life and now, now you saw a boy whose exhaustion overpowered him.

“You here for any books?” You were just trying to change the subject, something you did with yourself when you had panic attacks.

“Oh no, I don’t-“ he stuttered shaking his head. You smiled at him before pulling a book from your stack. The fault In Our Stars, your new favorite.

“I love this book, one of my favorites. Heard a movie is coming out too so that’s fun.” You joke. Harry’s relaxed slightly, you nestled closer to him. Opening the book, you began reading, your gentle voice calming Harry.

At the start of chapter four, an interruption pulled you both away. Harry’s security guard told Harry that a car was waiting and the perimeter of the store was clear. Harry nodded telling the guard to give him five more minutes.

“I guess this is it.” You mumble closing your book. Harry nods but makes no move to leave. Something clicks in him as he looks at your face again.

“You were at the concert last night, meet and greet?” He muses.

“Yeah, One Direction is my favorite band. My friend bought our vip tickets for my birthday. Best night ever.” You say quietly, scared that he might think that you’re some obsessed fan.

“Oh, well I’m glad you enjoyed the show….so why didn’t you freak out today or- or expose where I was?”

“You’re a human being, just like me. You get nervous, frustrated, and sad just like me. You get panic attacks just like. Who am I to treat you differently?” Your words did so much for Harry. “Now don’t get me wrong, you’re my favorite in the band, but I don’t idolize you nor do I wish to be in your position cause I know it must be hard.”

“It is. Hard, I mean, really really hard. I love my job but I’m tired.” The silence you two shared burned a connection between you two. “This may be weird but could I have your number? I like talking to you and I wanna hear more of this book.”

Placing your hand made bookmark in the book, you closed in and gently placed it on Harry’s lap. “Have it. I have one at home and if you still want to talk about it- I’ll give you my number.”

Harry stills as the book sits in his lap. “I want to talk to you about the book.”

After exchanging numbers, Harry was urged by you to go. Walking side by side to the door, you were separated by his security.

“Harry, don’t let this keep hurting you. Find the joy and grasp on to it.”

You turned out to be his joy. Calls every night after shows and different books being read together, you both gravitated towards each other. Everyday was a new day to grow closer together. He invited you to more concerts, paying for every ticket because he just needed to be with you.

The show was going beautifully. Harry looked amazing in stage in all white and most fans were captivated by your outfit too. It worried you to see Harry so exhausted on stage but you knew he would stick it through like he always does. Proud was an understatement in your eyes. Harry made you more than proud.

You stood in the back of the watermelon pit at the end of the aisle where his stage stopped a few feet away. Jeff stood beside you like he normally did but he was acting suspicious. You two never stood on the side of Harry’s exit but this is where Jeff said you’d get the best view tonight.

Harry sang his final ‘we’ll be alright’ before doing his stage stroll and bows, but instead of finishing in the middle of the stage- he went down stage to the place he normally exits to at the end of the night. You watched in confusion, along with the crowd, as he walked down the steps to you. The crowd erupted in screams as the lights focused on where you were standing.

“What are you doing?” You asked with large eyes of shock. You felt your heart stop in your chest. The crowd getting louder by the moment. Harry walked closer to you, one hand digging into his pocket while his eyes focused on your face. You couldn’t place what was happening but you’re eyes welled with even more tears nonetheless. Jeff was to the side with a huge smile and his phone out to capture the moment.

“Y/N, my love, my light, the best thing that has happened to me,” he didn’t have his mic on so the crowd couldn’t hear him but you could hear him perfectly. As if you two were the only ones in the large arena, you could only see Harry. “From the moment I met you in the bookstore, I knew you were meant to be in my life. Somehow you took me from my darkest place and guided me to my lightest.

I know our lives have been hard but we’ve always found a way to be alright. I want that for the rest of my life. I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life, so will you please, my love, marry me?”

You gave him no time to answer as you yanked him up by his arm. You wept as you exclaimed loud yeses, yeses that could be heard by a few fans who screamed in excitement igniting the rest of the crowd to scream. Harry picked you up in his arms, throwing one arm out to wave at the crowd before bounding backstage.

“Oh my god Harry!” You exclaimed as he set you down. He only had a few minutes to talk so you kept it quick. You pulled his face down to your kissing his lips. This kiss pulled you both deeper into each other.

He pulled away making you whine. “I gotta go back but I promise you’ll get it all tonight. I can’t believe you said yes. I love you so much.”

Harry’s energy multiplied by 100 going back on stage. He even went as far as to explain what watermelon sugar was about. Remembering when the song was made, it made your legs clench together- a pulse overwhelming your lower regions.

Looking down at your hand, you could feel yourself tear up again at the ring he bought you. It fit perfectly in your hand, you remember him measuring your hand that night even though he thought you were asleep. The thought of your future made your heart swell. A future with new music, a wedding, a nice house, and babies made your heart swell. This was something you couldn’t wait for.

Harry found his joy in you but he never knew about the joy he was to your dark life.

[king-star]

Congratulations on 1k!!!!! 😁 Can I request Nat x Stark! r. Tony's sister, she has same heart issues as Tony and Nat worries when she gets stressed. Angst and fluff.

A/N: lol I definitely do not have 1k followers. that would be the other riley that i reblogged from. @simpfornatasharomanoff. thanks for the request anyway.

A loud shatter sounds beside you as your elbow knocks the plate you ate dinner off of into the floor. A small scream comes from your throat. Your whole body tensed up. You knew it was just a plate and you could clean it up easily but the shock from the sudden noise absorbed into your already stressed body.

It had been a long long week at the compound. Your brother, Tony, had dumped piles of work he didn’t want to do on your desk. And you, being the blame taking little sister you had always been, took it with a smile. Your led eyes and sore wrist hated you for it now.

A sharp pain radiated through your chest. Years ago when Tony and you had been taken captive Afghanistan shrapnel had wedged itself in your chest. Tony had been able to remove his through intense expensive surgery. You on the other hand had shrapnel lodged too far into important muscle groups to have a similar surgery. Years later the pain still plagued you whenever stress caused your heart to pump faster.

Your girlfriend, your wonderful Natalia, knew this and did everything in her power to keep you calm. She babied you incessantly, and despite your complaining you loved it. It was 11:34 now. She was most definitely asleep. The work in front of you stared at you with a mischievous smile, while the thought of your arms around your girlfriend called to you.

“ARGHHHHH,”

you screamed at the paperwork. You were very tempted to just throw it all on the floor. A greater pain spiralled out of your chest and you began to panic. What if the one time Natasha was not around to calm you, you actually needed to.

A soft hand touched your shoulder and you felt every ounce of stress release, as well as the pain in your chest.

“Baby? Are you ok?”

You turned to Natasha. She was wiping sleep from her eyes. Her arms encircled your shoulders and a soft kiss was placed on the back of your neck.

“Yeah, I'm a little stressed from work. I’m sorry if i woke you,”

she shook her head and pouted, turning your swivel chair so that you were looking at her.

“Honey… I think you should stop working for now. I- it isn’t good for your heart,”

You laughed a little and kissed her pout. She was adorable when fussed over you but you knew there was no need for it.

“Hey, don't worry my love. I’m all good. I have to get this work done though. I put it way off,”

She kissed your nose and crouched down so that she was more at your level.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea,”

You smiled and picked her up, pulling her into your lap.

“How about this. You always calm me down. You can stay here and talk to me for a bit while I get the work done? No stress and I get it done,”

Natasha nodded and settled into your lap moving some of the papers to get a look at what you were working on. She stayed until way after the sun rose, talking and calming you. You knew stress was bad for you, but with your love around you needn't worry about anything expanding your heart but love.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

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I dont know if i want remus to be my daddy or me his the struggle-🥵

Poly!marauders and i died a litte y r they so hot

Warning: 18+

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Remus smeared his smiling lips across your flushed cheekbones, enjoying the way you bashfully tried to close your legs to protect your modesty.

„Aw baby“ Remus pouts and gently pries your thighs open again, „C‘mon don‘t you wanna show them how good Daddy trained you?“

You glance between the two males who were stationed between your now open legs, staring at you with so much need it made shiver in anticipation.

„Yeah love, don‘t be like that“ James rasped, throat constricted with the need to get his hands on you.

You opened your legs further, uncovering your breasts and tucked your head beneath Remus‘ chin to seek comfort. The dom kissed your crown comfortingly, nearly purring with delight at your compliance.

„Good baby“ He rumbled, your back vibrating with the deep baritone of his voice, „List the rules for James and Sirius.“

„Daddy decides when we get to cum and how. You need to obey him, elsewise he will throw you out.“

Remus nodded approvingly and stroked your breasts with his big palms, your hardened nipples catching between his thumb and index finger.

„You heard her boys“ Remus drawled, „If you step out of line, you will get punished accordingly.“

Sirius tried to mask the excitement of receiving a punishment from his best friend with a curt nod, but you saw the twinkle in his gray eyes. And so did Remus.

„Sirius“ Remus warned and carefully eyed his friend, „Behave.“

James grew antsy watching Remus play with your tits, your breathing irregular as you bucked against his hands. Remus leaned over your shoulder to lick a broad stripe over your breasts, sucking on your nipples carefully.

„Remus“ James let out, softly rubbing his cheek against your bare inner thighs like a little kitten. You felt his hot breath on your soaked cunt and clenched at the faint feeling, making James let out breathy moans.

Sirius mimicked James‘ actions and leaned on your other thigh, their eyes fixated on your clenching cunt. You trembled in Remus‘ arms, letting out silent gasps whenever his teeth would drag across your nipples and bite down gently.

„Boys“ Remus’ voice was thick with desire, „Make my baby cum, hm?“

Sirius was already peppering your flesh with hot open-mouthed kisses, leaving little bruises in his wake. He sucked on your skin right next to your clit making you shoot him pleading looks as he glanced up from beneath his dark lashes.

„Wanna lick her cunt“ Sirius‘ voice was barely above a whisper, the tip of his nose pressing against your clit from the side.

„No!“ James whined, his middle finger rubbing up and down your slit to spread your wetness, „I wanna go first!“

Sirius glared at the boy on the ground next to him and literally bit his finger to chase him away. Remus wasn‘t pleased.

„If you act like bratty little boys none of you will get to have my baby“ Remus sneered, hand tugging away Sirius‘ face from between your legs, „No biting, Pads.“

„But Remus“ James moaned in yearning, „Look at her needy pussy, she needs my fingers inside it. Look at how she clenched at the mere suggestion!“

True to his words you were growing restless with Remus still teasing your tits and Sirius‘ pitiful expression, filled with so much despair that you wanted to sit on his pretty face and never let him leave again.

„Daddy“ You said meekly, nuzzling his soft throat as you pleaded with him, „Please, let them touch me.“

Remus caught your lips with his in a filthy, hot kiss and pushed his hands under your knees to pull your legs wide open. Groaning into your mouth when you sucked on his tongue he reluctantly pulled away, slightly regretting not being alone with you right now.

„James“ Remus called and James immediately perked up, „you get to make her cum.“

James surged up to press a grateful kiss to his friend’s cheek and gave you a shy smile, settling back down on his knees to wait for further instructions. Sirius huffed angrily and crossed his arms, glaring at the smug boy beside him.

„Sirius“ Remus turned his attention to his other friend, „I want you to make James and yourself cum. Can you do that for me, love?“

Sirius quickly nodded, a bashful smile on his face at the pet name.

„Yes, Remus.“

Remus cooed at his friend‘s submissive behavior, softly tapping his red cheek with his palm. „Go ahead, love.“

Sirius moved to kneel behind James, his fingers working open the zipper of his pants and took him out of his confines. James let out soft sounds, before leaning in and pressing a tentative kiss on your swollen clit. You shuddered and let your head fall back against Remus‘ strong shoulder, baring your throat to his playful nips.

James slowly trailed his tongue down your slit and slipped inside of your cunt, locking his lips around your clit to suck on it. You gasped at the sparks of electricity spreading all over your shivering body and let out a loud whimper when James replaced his tongue with two fingers.

„Oh you like that, don‘t you“ Remus grinned and bit your jaw gently, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, „You like all the attention? The way I let my friends make you cum?“

James moaned as well when Sirius‘ thumb brushed over his flushed tip to collect his precum, fucking into his friend’s tight fist.

„Fuck Sirius“ James groaned and let out another surprised, but pleased moan.

„Oh fuck! Is that your cock? Fuck so hot ah please don‘t stop!“

Sirius‘ head fell against James‘ shoulder from behind as he rutted his own cock against James‘ bare back, timing his thrusts with James‘ against his fist.

„Make her cum“ Sirius growled out, „Or I won‘t let you, James.“

Remus didn‘t really care if Sirius dominated James, knowing that he had the last say in the matter anyway. Besides it was hot to watch his two beautiful mates pleasure each other so intimately and openly, giving their all to not only please his precious girl but him as well. Obedience was what Remus got off on and fucking hell was he being provided by it.

Writhing on Remus‘ lap, moaning was the only thing you could do. James‘ fingers brushed so delicately over your g-spot with every curl, his hot breath and vibrations against your throbbing clit made you cry out in ecstasy.

„Daddy!“ You shouted, your hands intertwining with his, „Please, I‘m close. Please let me cum!“

Remus rewarded you with a simple nod and moved his thick fingers on your clit now, applying pressure just the way he knew would get you off.

„Cum, baby. Boys, you hold it.“

Sirius and James let out pathetic cries and whipped their teary eyes up towards their friend.

„Remus please!“ James begged, interrupted by Sirius‘ painful whimpers.

„Remus!“ Sirius cried out, biting James‘ shoulder to keep himself together.

You wanted to cum with them so badly, you wanted to watch their faces as your orgasm washed over you.

„Daddy please let them cum!“ You begged as well, staring up at your dom with equally glassy eyes.

Remus took a moment to act as if he was thinking before he gave you a teasing smile.

„How much do you want to cum boys?“

James was sobbing by now, face screwed up in utter bliss, much like Sirius who could only be described as a mess.

„We‘ll do anything!“ Sirius slurred in his haze, blinking up at Remus through bleary eyes.

Pleased with Sirius, he turned to James and raised his brow, acting utterly unaffected by his begging.

„James?“ He asked expectantly.

„Please!“ James all but wailed, his screams mixing with yours as you held off your own release.

„Cum!“ Remus barked out and watched as all of his beautiful subs fell silent at the same time, mouths opening in silent screams. Fuck the sight was so lewd and filthy, making Remus tremble as he felt your body tighten in his arms and heard your breathy cries seconds later.

„Daddy!“ You chanted over and over again, your voice sometimes drowned out by the boy‘s deep cries of „Remus!“

James groaned uncomfortably after awhile and let out a giggle.

„Sirius, mate when was the last time you jerked off, ‘cause with the amount of cum on my back-“

The other boy bit down hard on James‘ shoulder, laughing when James yelped in pain.

„Want me to wipe your cum on your face? ‘Cause I will.“

„Hush“ Remus chuckled and put away the cloth he cleaned you up with. „Go shower. Then come back here and let me cuddle you.“

The two boys quickly raced to the bathroom, simply sharing the shower like they‘ve done countless of times before and plopped down on top of you in record time.

Remus didn‘t feel the need to get off, simply enjoying your pleasures as if they were his own. He was tired anyway, sore from the last moon and was content with holding your three close to his chest.

Thank Merlin for making him the tallest.

[bruhstories]

You Truly are Beautiful when You Cry

Summary: Y/N leaves a party only to find Eren in front of her apartment. Shit happens. Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader, mentioned Eren x Mikasa (modern AU) Warnings: language, mentions of loss of virginity, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), masochist!Reader, toxic and dominant Eren, sadist!Eren, face slapping, mentions of blood, mention of toxic relationships, dacryphillia — Eren’s nuts, just fiy Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: I just wanna say, I have absolutely nothing against Mikasa, I like her a lot, but for the purpose of this fic, Y/N hates her. Also, shameless smut y’all. I feel like this needs a part two  — who knows, maybe one day.

You and Eren have been friends since childhood — not inseparable, like he was with Mikasa and Armin, but good friends nonetheless. It came as a shock to you when him and Mikasa started dating, almost feeling disgusted, considering they were practically siblings. You tried your best to be supportive of their relationship, but Eren knew you too well for your own good, and sometimes you had to swallow down the vomit when you saw them together. It was even more shocking when you left Connie's party and found Eren on the stairs leading up to your apartment. He had a blank stare, not a single hint of emotion behind his emerald eyes, his lips pursed and waiting for you. You almost didn't recognise him in the dim light, his bun dishevelled, locks of hair covering his face.

"Jaeger? Is that you?" You asked, keys between your fingers, ready to hit.

"In the flesh, Y/L/N." He replied, his voice empty. You two had a habit of calling each other by your last names ever since you met in kindergarten. You lowered your hand and rushed to him, wondering if something happened tonight.

"Are you okay? You disappeared from the party all of a sudden. Armin was worried sick-"

"We broke up." The words caught you off guard, but in a sick twist of events, you were happy to hear that. In a way, you knew their relationship was doomed from the very beginning, surprised that it even lasted three full years.

"Shit." You chewed your lip in the darkness of the hallway. "Come on, let's go inside, you can tell me everything."

Eren looked at the hand you extended and gripped it tightly, helping himself up. The two of you had an odd friendship, to say the least. Before Mikasa, Eren would tease you, sexual innuendos all over the place, he'd seen you naked countless times, you caught him jacking off once. You both lost your virginities to one another, no strings attached. But you did get attached. You got so attached when him and Mikasa started dating and the rotten feeling ate you from the inside out.

You flipped the switch inside your flat and threw your backpack on a chair, along with your jacket. Eren kicked his boots off and threw himself on the couch with a growl while you pulled out a bottle of vodka from the fridge. He always acted like your apartment was his.

"Food?"

"No."

"Alright. Now tell me, what happened?" You asked, seating beside him and passing him the alcoholic beverage. He took a sip to wet his dry throat and threw his head back.

"We went in a room at Connie's. I wanted to tie her up with that stupid scarf she keeps wearing — my scarf — and she kept saying no." Eren explained before taking a few more sips. You nodded, eager to hear the rest of the story and trying your best to contain your giddiness. "I didn't force her or anything. She started spewing shit about how I changed, how I'm always angry and aggressive, how we don’t make love anymore. How I'm not the pure, innocent boy she fell in love with." He practically mocked the sentence. "And then that was it. Said we aren't compatible anymore and that she wants out of this 'toxic' relationship." Eren gestured quotation marks in the air while you took the bottle and downed some vodka yourself.

"Man, I'm really sorry to hear this." You lied. The sound of his dark laughter sent shivers down your spine, the little hair on your arms and the back of your neck standing up. "Something funny, Jaeger?"

"You're such a terrible liar, Y/N." Eren slightly turned his head to look you in the eye. Your own name rolling down his tongue sounded so natural, so perfect. You tried to speak, but the words stopped in your throat when he moved closer, his figure hovering above your petite frame. "What, you think I didn't know?"

"K-know what?" You finally managed, a short-circuit in your brain.

"That you're so obviously in love with me." Eren flashed you a sneer.

"Am not—" slap

His palm met your cheek, hard enough to flush it crimson, but not hard enough to hurt. Mouth agape, you just couldn't respond. For three long years you waited for this man to come to his senses and realise how much you truly loved him, how much you devoted yourself to him, how much you support him. Not Mikasa, you.

"You don't have to hide anymore, Y/N." Eren kissed your forehead and you were putty in his hands. "I know you’ve loved me since we first fucked. I know how much you yearn for me to fuck you again."

"You're delusional!" You finally told him, despite how correct he was.

"Prove me wrong then. Go on, yell at me, shove me. Do it." But you couldn't do it, could you? Your luscious lips parted open, then they closed. "That's what I thought." He crushed his lips onto yours in a sloppy, wet kiss, your hands tangling in his messy hair, the bun long gone. Eren's calloused hands snaked around your waist and under your shirt and, in a moment of clarity, you stopped him.

"W-wait, you two just broke up! I don't want to be your rebound—"

"Who said anything about that?"

"Are you insane? You loved her!"

"Have I?"

The simple question made you realise that Mikasa bight have been right all along. That something was indeed wrong with Eren. The lack of empathy and emotion, the aggressive behaviour, the manipulation. Yet, it didn't bother you, because he came to you specifically. He could've hooked up with any other girl from the party, but he wanted you.

"Don't spoil the moment, Y/N. I might change my mind."

"No, please!" The words came out of your mouth without a warning, strengthening the fact that you were completely and hopelessly desperate.

"Perfect." Eren purred in your ear. That was all he needed to hear before his shirt was on the floor and his hands on your thighs. You tentatively pulled your skirt up, spreading your legs for him, just for him. "Good slut."

The degrading praise earned him a mewl from you, your hips thrusting into his touch, wanting more. Eren didn't waste any more time, and his fingers rubbed your wet folds through the fabric of your thongs. Your muscles instinctively flexed at the touch, your body burning with need and lust. His other hand trailed off to find your perfectly soft, round breasts. Your own hands roamed through his black hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you merely whispered 'more', unable to speak louder.

"Tell me, have you been whoring around these last years?" Eren demanded, fingers pushing your panties to the side. It slightly bothered you how much he talked during this, but, as always, Jaeger got what he wanted.

"N-no..." You told him, quiet as a mouse, but he wouldn't have any of that. Like a maniac, he ripped the lace lingerie off of you, scratching your thighs in the process. You could feel the burning sensation in the markings he left.

"I told you, Y/N, no fucking lies. I wanna know every single man who's touched you."

"W-why? Why does it m-matter?" You stuttered, your eyes searching his. Why did it matter, though? It wasn't like he cared about who you fucked. Unless... unless he did care. And his relationship with Mikasa was nothing but a mistake on his part.

"Because," Eren oh so slowly caressed your folds with his long fingers, "you're mine. Always have been, always will be." He easily slipped his index finger inside of you. "And I won't fuck you unless you tell me who else you slept with."

"Ah– w-with Jean!"

"And?"

"And R-Reiner!" You whimpered, frantically fucking yourself with his hand. You were a sight for sore eyes, sprawled on the couch and longing for his touch.

"And?" The word accentuated so hard that you thought he was about to kill you on the spot.

"Fuck– P-Porco and Ah-Annie! I swear, that's it!" You promised, your breath hitching, heartbeat raising.

"One more thing, Y/N. Did you think of me while you fucked them?"

"Yes! Always! P-please, Eren, please fuck m-me! I'm begging you!"

The little plea seemed to satisfy Jaeger. Or so you thought, because he grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you all the way across the apartment to your bedroom, unbothered and unphased by you screaming how much it hurt. He threw you on the shaggy rug in your room, and as you scrambled to gain your composure, you heard Eren's belt hit the floor.

"You should be an expert in sucking cock by now. Prove me how much you want me." He commanded. His voice was low and dangerous, he didn't have to yell to make you scared shitless. Obediently and afraid, you crawled to the bed on all fours, removed your shirt and palmed his hot, hard member. It was already leaking precum, and so your tongue sensually licked the droplets, the saltiness mixed with the aftertaste of vodka in your mouth sending you in a frenzy. He scared you — no, he terrified you, but you couldn't deny you were enjoying this. Mikasa didn't like it rough? Fuck that, you would let Eren kill you if it pleased him. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock and worked your way down his shaft, guttural sounds coming from his throat. His hand found its way to your head, and he forcefully pushed it down, stuffing your mouth and throat with his (too) thick member. Tears from pleasure and pain pooled at your Y/E/C eyes and he held you there for a good ten seconds before releasing you.

"Did I make you cry?" Eren asked, his voice almost concerned.

"Mhm." You sobbed with a nod, and he once again grabbed you by the hair, pulled you up and bent you over the wooden bedframe. So much for concern.

"Good." Jaeger slapped your ass so hard you screeched and dug your fingernails in the wood. "Remember what I told you first time I saw you cry?" He asked before positioning himself at your entrance. You nodded — how could you forget? You were both 13 and you got a bad grade, crying your eyes out and thinking that was the end of the world. Normal people would have tried to comfort you and tell you to stop crying. But not Eren. He told you he's never seen anything more beautiful. That should've been a red flag. That should've been a sign to run. Instead, you kept crying as he told you he wanted to see more. A sadist from the very beginning, and you — nothing but a slave.

Eren's thrust woke you up from the distant memory and you arched your back in response. He stretched your walls and it felt like his cock was made for you.

"You don't happen to have any rope, do you?" He asked so nonchalantly.

"N-no-"

"'S alright, we'll just use my belt." Jaeger pulled out and a sense of emptiness filled you. He belonged inside of you — you knew that for a fact — he was meant to be with you. Eren cracked the belt and whipped it all over your exposed ass, your pain-filled scream bringing joy to his ears. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel his sadistic smile burning like the sun on your nape. Before you knew it, he had your wrists tied behind your back, the thin wooden frame pushing into your skin.

"Much better." He decided as he thrusted back inside. You whimpered, moaned, groaned, all sorts of sounds came out of you as his fingers dug into your flesh. As much as you wanted, you couldn't move, gravity pulling you down. You didn't know what hurt more: the bedframe sinking deeper into your abdomen, his deeper thrusts or the tight belt around your wrists. It was safe to say your knees were wobbly, and you could feel the climax getting closer. God, you were pathetic. He barely fucked you and yet you were done for.

"E-Eren! I'm c-coming!"

"I know." He told you absentmindedly, his hand moving from your hip in-between your thighs. "I want you to be good and cum, alright?"

"Yes! Oh, fuck!! Harder – faster!" You moaned as Eren rubbed your swollen clit. A wave of pleasure took over your entire body, your legs trembling as you came all over his cock. He didn't stop, despite you begging him you couldn't take it anymore, instead he kept fucking your numbing cunt, longing for release. It hurt like a bitch to feel his thrusts, and you really wanted him to pull out, but at the same time, you had to do it — for him.

"Whoever told you that you get to tell me when to stop?" Eren bent over and grabbed you by the neck, bringing you closer to him. The fingers around tour soft neck would definitely leave a mark next day. "I'm your god, Y/N!" He groaned in your ear with one final thrust. You both sighed as he pulled out, cum leaking from your folds. You were extremely thankful to be on the fucking pill. He untied your wrists and gathered his underwear and jeans from the floor.

When you noticed him getting dressed, anxiety seeped into your veins. Wasn't he going to stay over? At least for the night? Take a shower? Anything!

"You're leaving?" You asked him, surprising yourself with the condescending tone of your voice.

"Yes?" Eren retorted, baffled by the audacity of your question.

"B-but, where are you going??" Now you just sounded desperate. “We can stay in silenc—"

"To get back with Mikasa."

Your heart sank to your stomach. To do what? Mikasa? How could he do this to you? Shit, it would've been better if you were his rebound, but this? This hurt worse. Your entire body shivered, and not from your climax. You were trembling with anger, disappointment.

"N-no, you're not!" You ran to the front door, despite the pain in your abdomen caused by the wooden bedframe. "Eren, plase! She'll never love you like I do! Please don't go, I'm begging you!"

"Don't be pathetic, Y/N." He rolled his eyes. That stupid brain in your head made you fall down your knees in front of a fully dressed Eren, tears rolling down your cheeks and trying everything in your power to stall him from leaving. "You truly are beautiful when you cry." He pushed you with his leg and walked past you. You tried to grab his sleeve, his hand, anything, but it was too late.

When the door closed behind him, he didn't know what he'd created. There, on the floor, you swung your body back and forth, knees to your chin, makeup ruined, matted hair. Your fingernails clawed at the wood underneath you until the nail polish chipped and blood seeped at the tip of your fingers. Eren Jaeger broke you into a million pieces, he ripped your heart out of your chest and ate it. But it’s alright, you told yourself between indiscernible words. The only word that you could coherently say over and over again was revenge.