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Secret Underneath Part 3 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: A lot of this came from the rough week I had and desperately needing Daddy <3

Warnings: Warnings: Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, toys (triple stimulation ;) ), dirty talk, nothing too rough just passionate. ANGST, reader has a bad day and needs help feeling better, mentions of her ex (brief mentions of him hurting her and being verbally abusive during their relationship; comments on her weight but its brief), boys mention their fathers as well as touching on their own ex.

Word Count: 5367

You were having a terrible fucking day.

One of the other teachers you weren’t fond of danced all over your last nerve as if it was her mission. You forgot your lunch because you had rushed out of your apartment late due to not hearing your alarm because you tossed and turned all night. Your AC broke around midnight and by 2am you were covered in sweat. Every time you called your landlord, you were either placed on hold or the line disconnected.

All you wanted to do when you got home was curl up in bed but as soon as you walked through the door you were immediately met with blistering heat.

Usually you could handle all this, all be it with a bit more snark than normal but you didn’t want to. All of your energy was drained and the only thing your mind could muster was the need to throw things against the wall like a toddler.

Daddy.

You debated on calling them. So far the guys had just given you money willingly after every meeting but you had yet to ask them for anything. Oddly with them, you didn’t want them to feel used. Maybe because of what they told you about previous relationships doing just that or maybe it was because you genuinely enjoyed their company.

Finally giving in to your brain, you reached for your phone and dialed the number they give you.

“Hey, honey.”, Steve practically sings as his voice floats through. “How was your day? I was just about to call you.”

“D-D-Daddy…”, you cry, unable to stop the tears as they flow.

“What’s wrong, baby?”, he asked, his tone changing to that authoritative one that made you feel safe. You told him what happened and how your day had progressively got worse. You could hear him moving around on the other line before the sound of a ding from an elevator caught your attention.

“Are y-you at work? Fuck, I’m so sorry—”

“No, hey, don’t be sorry. I was going to leave early anyway. I just got ahold of Eddie and he’s going to meet me at your place. Do you feel comfortable sending us your address?” His heart breaks as he listens to you cry harder, his protective, dominate side now fully in the driver’s seat. “Baby girl, everything’s ok. I promise we’re going to get everything taken care of.”

After texting him your address, you wait by the open window as you fan your face and as soon as you hear the knock you run to let them in. The rockstar doesn’t even hesitate as he takes you in his arms.

“Jesus, sweetheart, you are covered in sweat. Are you okay?” Your gaze kept shifting between him and the mogul as his fingers rapidly moved against the screen on his phone. “Hey, look at me, Y/N. How are you feeling? You’re not dizzy or dehydrated right?”

“No, Daddy. I’m sorry if I bothered you both. I didn’t know who else to call and I’m so exhausted—”

“Baby. Baby, breathe. It’s ok. Don’t ever be afraid to call us or ask for help, alright?”

Someone new knocks on your door, startling you but not them as Steve heads that way.

“Ed, why don’t you get a bath going for her? Nothing too hot though.”

“Yes, sir.”, he salutes making you smile. “Boy talkin’ to me like he’s my Daddy. Come on, pretty girl, let’s let Stevie do his thing.”

***

In the middle of your bath, the AC abruptly clicked on and you sighed in relief. By the time Eddie had you in a long, oversized shirt and brushing your hair, you were completely at ease.

“Ok, honey, I hired some of the best people to come fix your unit so it won’t break again for a long while. I also called your landlord and threatened to sue him into oblivion…so your next couple of months are free.”, Steve grins as a he takes a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you. “At some point, doesn’t have to be now or even this month, I would like to talk with you about getting you a new place. You shouldn’t have to argue before someone fucking comes to fix your necessities. I mean YOU pay THEM—”

“Steven, you’re doing that thing again.”, the metalhead chuckles as he places the brush on your nightstand.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Y/N. I just hate the idea of you struggling. You deserve all the good things.”

“Speaking of good things, what would you like to eat, babe? Harrington here said you had forgotten your lunch today. We want to make sure you’re fed and full.”

Your head hung as you silently stared into the mattress.

“Y/N, sweetie.”, Steve coos as he lifts your chin. “It’s ok that you called. You weren’t bothering us and we’re happy to help.”

“I know you said people in the past used you for your money. I don’t want you to think that’s all I want. I DO like you.”

Eddie lightly tugs your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss your lips.

“We like you to.”

“This apartment really isn’t that bad, you know.”

“Baby, I just gave you a bath in that closet you call a bathroom and that’s coming from a man who grew up in a trailer.”

“I didn’t know that.”

As you lean back into his bare chest, a pleasant sigh leaves his lips and you rest your forehead on his cheek.

“I don’t talk about that side of my life. I mean of course people find out but…”

“We grew up in a small town so people gossip.”

“That’s how you two met? Growing up?”

Both men grow silent and you promptly hang your head before crawling out of Eddie’s embrace to head for the kitchen. They follow and as soon as they enter the room, you throw a menu onto the counter.

“I like their pizza and beer special. Don’t worry, Steve, we can get you like a Voss water or something.”, you grin as he tilts his head and you stick out your tongue.

“I feel challenged. Why do you think I can’t keep up with you and rockstar here?”

“I think you just answered your own question.”, Eddie joked as he leaned over the counter to look over the food options with you.

***

“Ok…3, 2, 1, GO!”

As soon as the metalhead gives the go ahead, you and Steve puncture the beer can with a knife and hastily chug back it’s contents. You were the first to finish, throwing your hands in the air as the other man trails behind.

“Jesus, I’m rusty.”

“Yeah, sure pretty boy. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”, you sass as you lean forward to grab another slice of pizza.

“So this is like your go to stress reliever? Sitting on the floor eating cheap pizza and beer while listening to crap music?”

“First off, rude. My music isn’t crap. Secondly, yeah. During the colder months I’ll put up Christmas lights and just lay here watching the snow fall. I love this city. It’s so beautiful.”

“Were you born here?”

“No, I’m from the south. I moved here because my boyfriend got a job and I wanted to be near him. Obviously, that didn’t end well.”, you chuckle as you take a sip of your drink.

“The asshole that hurt you?”, Eddie growls, his own protective nature slowly creeping in when you nod. “Was he always like that?”

“Verbally he could be a dick but he never got physical like that before. After we moved here it just got progressively worse. He’d say things under his breath or give me back handed compliments. Fucker could dish it out but never take it.

‘You know for how much weight you’ve gained, that dress actually looks pretty good on you.’

‘Aw, gee, thanks. You know, not many men can pull of jeans that tight but with a penis as small as yours I guess you don’t have to worry.’”

Both men laughed making you smile before it tapers off and they glance towards each other.

“My father was a fucker to. He got in trouble with the law a lot and ended up in prison back home in Indiana. I grew up with my uncle in that trailer I mentioned.”

“What about your mom?”

Eddie sighed as he propped himself up on his elbow.

“She died when I was really little. She, um, she was a good woman.”

Nodding, you decide not to pry further as you lean back against Steve’s stomach who was also on his side on his elbow.

“MY dad could verbally be a dick like your ex. He made comments like that all the time especially when I was in high school. I was surprised he let me take over his company. My mother isn’t a bad person, she just…I don’t know…her priorities are all out of whack.”

“I’m so sorry you guys experienced that. I actually get along with my parents and I hate being so far away from them.”

“Why didn’t you move back after you two broke up?”, the metalhead asked.

“My job. I love teaching here and I love those kids. They are all so smart and sassy, I love it.”, you giggle.

Your eyes shift towards the window as you pleasantly exhale, closing your eyes as Steve’s fingers absently began playing with your hair.

“When did you two decide to do this whole Daddy/Baby thing?”

“We’ve always enjoyed everything that comes along with being a Daddy and not just sexually. Perfect example, seeing your face light up when I told you I took care of everything with the apartment. I like seeing you happy.”

“I mean the same applies in bed to.”, Eddie chuckles. “We like seeing you unravel and tremble because of us. Why did you decide to do this?”

“I’ve always preferred more dominate men who could take control. I didn’t realize they would be so hard to find.”, you smile. “Maybe I was looking in the wrong age bracket. I needed two OLD MEN.”, you tease as the rockstar bites his lip across from you to stifle a laugh. “I’ve never cared about the money aspect that comes along with it.”

As they nod, you take both men in as they continue to relax. Because of the heat Eddie had removed his shirt so you could see how low his jeans really were as his blue boxers peaked out above the waistband. His hair was perfectly fluffed out, just barely resting on the top part of his smooth back. Any time you tried to run your fingers through it, he always made a joke about how tangled it was but you didn’t care especially when his eyes would close and he would hum lightly in pleasure when you did.

Steve had showed up in his suit and you had yet to see him in anything else but at least in this moment he seemed relaxed. The first time you were with them, he appeared agitated which Eddie had explained it was because the mogul didn’t want you to feel used after your ordeal. The couple of times after, he constantly displayed an air of confidence which wasn’t abnormal with Daddies you met but in this moment when he put that wall down…he was adorable. Even his hair relaxed as the product began to fade, allowing it to move every which way.

“You both are handsome.”

They had been in the middle of conversation you didn’t realize they were having until you blurted your statement making them pause as they turned to grin your way.

“Thank you.”, Eddie laughed, air hissing through his teeth. “I think it’s time to take away the booze, Stevie.”

“Pfft I’m not that drunk.”, you giggle. “Trust me, you’ll know when I am. I can be mean.” Both men chuckle and make mocking facial expressions as you playfully glare. “I know you don’t want to tell me what happened with your last Baby but… she’s a fucking idiot for not keeping you two around.”

You don’t see but their features falter for a moment before Steve finally collects himself.

“You’re technically our first Baby.” Your eyes widen in shock and amusement as he nods before popping open another can of beer. “I know. Plot twist, huh?”

“Obviously we talked to other ones on that site but you were the only one that intrigued us and the first we’ve ever met with. Like Harrington said, we like the aspects of being a Daddy which includes taking care of the girl we care about. Individually and together…it just got exhausting after a while jumping from one date to the next trying to figure out their motives. At least this way…there’s some order to it. Another reason we like you is because you ARE up front.”

“So… your last girlfriend must have really hurt you then…if you decided to give up that scene to this.” They glance your way at your comment as a sad sounding sigh escapes you and you pull your knees under your chin. “I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, can we ask for one more favor?”, Steve asks in a serious tone that makes you face him.

“Yeah, Daddy, of course.”

“Have you googled us yet? Or did any kind of snooping?” Both men exhale in relief when you say no. “You wouldn’t lie to us right, baby girl?”

“No, I wouldn’t lie. I wanted to but you wanted privacy. I respect that. Plus, I’d rather you tell me things than for me to read it.”

“Good…good girl.” Eddie praises as you blush. “Can we keep it that way?”

“Yes, Daddy, I promise.”

“What’s going on over there, pretty girl? Why are you all shy all of the sudden?”, he teases eliciting a small squeal as you duck your head into your arms.

“I’m just glad you two came over. I really needed this.”

“Yeah, honey? Is there anything else we can do for you?”

“Actually…”, you sing. “I got a new toy the other day. Would you like to see it?” After they nod, both men watch you rise to your feet and excitedly run towards your bedroom. When you return, you hastily open the box it came in and produce a pink vibrator for them to see. “I figured since I have two Daddies now I can use this if you both are away. This part is like the normal vibrators you see everywhere but this end here goes into my behind and this little part up here plays with my clit.”

“Have you tried it out yet?”

“No, Daddy.”, you answer Eddie’s question shaking your head.

“Well, why don’t you, baby? Give it whirl and tell us how it feels.”, Steve instructs in a husky tone that has you biting your bottom lip.

Tossing aside your comfy clothes, you sit naked before them as your eyes suddenly fleet between each man.

“May I lean against one of you?”

You can’t help but laugh when both men turn to each other and without any hesitation or prior conversation begin to play rock, paper, scissors. The metalhead wins, throwing his hands victoriously in the air as his friend rolls his eyes before lifting his body and crawling towards you to place himself behind you. Melting into his touch, you lean your head back onto his shoulder and kiss his cheek as he tilts down to kiss your neck.

His beautiful large hands softly run up the back of your thighs and hooks them behind your knees making you giggle like a little kid as he pries your legs open. They watch with eager eyes as you squeeze a small amount of lube into your palm and your breath hitches slightly as you lather it between your cheeks.

Eddie army crawls forward till he’s a few inches in front of your cunt, sighing as he lays his head on his forearm.

“Fuck, you smell so good.”

Smirking, you glance down to make sure the toy is positioned properly before focusing as you insert all the pieces in their respective places. Your body tenses a bit as you lean your head back and close your eyes.

“Everything ok, honey?”, Steve whispers.

“Y-Yeah. Fuck… just feels a bit…different.”

“For something about the size of a regular vibrator, it really blocks my view.”, the rockstar whines making you pout. “No, shit, hey. I didn’t mean that as a bad thing.” Quickly pushing up onto his palms, his fingers grip your chin, and tilt you so he can kiss your lips. “As long as I can see your face and hear those pretty sounds coming out of your mouth that’s all I care about.”

As he starts to pull away from you to lay back down, your free hand shoots out to grab his shoulder.

“Wait…Can you…stay this close to me to. Please, Daddy.”

A shaky breath escapes Eddie at your needy tone before hastily collecting himself and clearing his throat as he tilts back to sit his heels.

“Yeah, baby, yeah. Of course, I can do that for you.”

After pressing the little button, the toy comes to life and your groan instantly hits their ears.

“Jesus.”

“How does it feel, pretty girl?”

You barely register Steve’s question as your body lights up with every kind of sensation, your mouth falling open as a soft uh falls through.

“He asked you something, sweetheart.”

“F-Feels…feels…good.”

“Hey. Can you open your eyes and look at me?”, Eddie asks as the other man’s lips gently peck between your shoulder and neck. “Y/N, open your eyes.”

At his firmer tone you do what he commands, mewling loudly when you notice his hand had slid down his pants so he could ease the ache of his cock pressing almost painfully against the denim.

“Good, good girl. Don’t…fuck, you’re so fucking sexy…don’t take them off me.”

Steve’s mouth grazed your ear and his low, husky whispers had you trembling against him.

“There you go, baby girl. Make yourself cum. You deserve it after the long day you had. After you make yourself cum, your Daddies are going to take care of you, honey. We’ll fuck you till that little brain goes quiet. Fuck, I can hear how wet you are. Makes me so fucking hard.”

Your eyes rolled back as the coil snapped and you pushed back against him as you came.

“No, hey, no, baby. Don’t run from it.”, Eddie lightly scolded as he grabbed the end of the toy and continued pumping inside of you at a rigorous pace.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Daddy, please.”, you begged as you pushed at his hand.

After delicately removing the toy, he tossed it out of the way, collecting you in his arms, and positioning you so you were straddling his waist.

“You have to take off your pants.”, you breathily giggle when you feel the cold metal of the button on his jeans against your puffy lips. The rockstar’s eyelids flutter as he grunts in frustration and his arm grips your body to him as he uses his free hand to sloppily push them down his thighs. “Baby, you can let me go to take them off. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Damn right you’re not. You’re ours, princess. Fuck.” As you clung to his neck hovering over his lips, his eyes remained on your face as you slowly sunk down onto his cock. “Can you say that for me? Tell me who you belong to?”

“Mmm—I belong to Daddy. Oh my…so deep.”

“I know, baby, I know. There you go, that’s it. Just ride my dick just like that.”

His palms held the meat of your behind as he guided your movements while you bounced on top of him. Eddie’s gaze never faltered as he continued to take in every little movement that twitched along your features. Every time your bodies connected; your eyebrows scrunched in pleasure. When his length would roughly hit that sensitive spot inside you; your mouth fell open as you panted against his lips.

His favorite part was when either of you moved at a faster pace, you pulled him as close to you as you could. He loved feeling your needy hands pushing against his back to bring him to your chest or when your head fell against his shoulder as your fingers ran through his tangled mess of hair.

If he could be this close to you all the time he would.

“Fuck, Y/N.”, he practically growled as he lifted you up and placed you on your back underneath him. His lips roughly kissed yours as he rolled his lower half into your own. “You feel so fucking good. I need you to cum, pretty girl. Please.”

Your eyes opened at the word as his closed in focus, that little crease in his forehead as he thrust at a quicker pace had you swooning as you reached up to cup his cheek. A small smirk flickered across his mouth as he did the same; his thumb absently caressing your cheek.

“Just like that, Daddy. I’m gonna cum. W-Will you cum with me?”

After nodding, the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room till it was replaced with your whimpers and his grunts as the coil snapped and you both came.

Steve had been patiently waiting as he watched you both together, stroking his cock as your beautiful moans filled his ears. He desperately needed you but he knew how to wait; you’d be his soon enough.

After removing all of his clothes, he tossed them to the side, wanting to feel every part of your skin against him this time. As Eddie backed away, the mogul beamed down at you as he took his place.

“Are you ok, honey?”

He chuckled softly at your lopsided grin as you reached up for him to bring his lips to yours.

“Yeah, I’m ok. I want you.”

“I like hearing you say that. Can you say it again?”

“I want you, Daddy. I need you.”

Falling onto his side next to you, he guided you to do the same with your chest against his and one of his arms under your head.

“I just want to be really close to you, Y/N.”, he murmured as his large palm slid down your spine, over your ass, and along your thigh as he lifted it over his hip. Steve only released you long enough to guide his cock inside of you before placing it against your back near the base of your neck. “Fuck, baby, still so wet. Did Daddy make you feel good?”

“So good—mmm—I’ve never…”

“Never what? Tell me.”, he instructions as he continues doing little but deep thrusts into your core.

“No one’s ever fucked me like this…at this angle…”

He can’t help but lightly laugh making you sigh as you smile and lean your forehead onto his.

“We told you, baby girl. You’re with men now. We know how to take care of a beautiful woman like you.”

As he finds a steady, firm rhythm, you feel like you’re going to melt into a million tiny pieces as he stretched you open. Steve’s palm continued to roam your skin as his other remains firmly positioned behind your head, keeping your face as close to his as possible feeling your pussy clench every time he moans into your mouth.

“That’s it—fuck—just hold on to me, Y/N. Don’t let go.”

“Never.”

You didn’t even realize you said it but they both heard as it fell from your lips. Feeling his pace falter, he pounds into you hard and fast trying to get you over the edge before he cums. Tears streak your face as you tremble against him and while your cunt quivers around his cock he warms your insides as he spills inside of you.

“Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck…”, Steve pants as he lifts your head and pushes back the hair sticking to your face. “Are you alright?”

A wide toothy smile greets him as you tilt back and giggle.

“Yeah, baby. That was perfect.”

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you into a quick shower.”

“Nooooooo, Daddy.”, you whine making Eddie laugh as he jumps to his feet in only his boxers.

“Come on, ya big baby.”

He starts to tug on your arm like he’ll drag you if he has to causing your smile to grow as you rise to your feet and let him lead you to your bathroom. After putting on his own boxers, Steve trailed behind taking in the things around him.

Even though the majority of people had music on their phones, you had a small shelf filled with records and a record player. Along your walls were pictures of you with different people he assumed to be your family and friends. As he entered your bedroom, there was a bookshelf filled with reading material and he couldn’t help but smile when he notices a book hanging out that pertained to his business.

You were trying to learn and understand; he appreciated that.

What he didn’t like was when he placed the book back down a picture that was nestled in the back binding tumbled out.

It was you with another man’s arm wrapped around your shoulders.

Steve heard your laugh as you and his friend exited the bathroom and he held it up in your direction.

“Where did you get that?”, you asked as your face fell.

“It fell out of this book here.”

Your eyes closed as you sighed, taking the book from his hand and placing it on your dresser.

“I didn’t know it was in there.”, you mumbled.

“So you could hide it?”, Eddie asked with a tone filled of accusation. “Who the fuck is this?”

You try to control your anger as you watch the rockstar snatch it from the mogul’s hand as the other man stares at you waiting for an answer.

“My ex.”

“Yeah, that’s going to require some more explaining.”

“He let me borrow the book. Look, it’s not what you think! I asked a friend to ask him for it. I didn’t even think the asshole would put his fucking picture in there. I don’t even know why he’d do that.”

“To manipulate you and make you miss him.”, Steve growled. “Why are you taking anything from him at all?”

“Can we talk about this later, please? I’m so tired.”

“No, we can’t, Y/N. This is the second time this man is popping up suddenly and after what happened the first time I don’t like it.”

“What part? The part where I still went on a date with him or the part where he assaulted me?”

“Does it matter?!”, Eddie yelled. “Both were fucking awful. Nobody should be putting their hands on you and you are ours. We’ve made that very fucking clear!”

“And it’s crystal clear to me, Eddie. I don’t want to have anything to do with him!”, you scream, grabbing the image and tearing it up. “I try to avoid him as much I can but it’s hard! Fuck, this day sucks so much.”

“Why is it hard, Y/N?”

Folding your arms, you feel your heart start to break as you prepare for the worst.

“Because we work together! That’s how we met. We went to school together back home and when he got a job here in New York I followed him. He suggested I apply to and to my surprise I was hired to!” You shrug as you wipe the tears that began to fall. “I thought we were going to be together forever. I was a fucking idiot.”

Taking a seat on your bed, your head hangs but after a few seconds the mattress dips on either side of you as Eddie pushes your hair behind your ear so he can see your face.

“Usually, he just ignores me until he wants something…like last time… Since I started seeing you, now I ignore him and according to idle gossip it bothers him.”, you explain as you roll your eyes at the end.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”, Steve inquires.

“Why don’t you about your last girl?”, you snap.

As he exhales in frustration, Eddie rises angerly off the bed and stomps into your living before coming back with his phone in his hand. Falling to his knees in front of you, he flashes you the screen but when you try to take it from him he pulls it back.

“Read.”

“Gina Frost, daughter of 90s film star, suing guitarist and business tycoon for palimony.”

Your gaze shifts up to meet his with confusion.

“H-How have I never…”

“Our lawyer managed to put a lock on our information and we don’t actually go into a court or anything. Not yet anyway…”, he sighs.

“Can she…I mean…palimony is for a couple not a—”

“Yeah we know.”, Steve cuts you off a bit harshly. “Add that twist into the knife she stabbed into our backs.”

“I’m so sorry. I really am… I didn’t tell you about my ex because I felt stupid and I thought…maybe you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore if I told you. I swear, Steve, Eddie, I don’t have feelings for him. I like you two. I mean I know this is just a…I don’t know…a thing right now but I do enjoy talking to you. I feel safe with you and even though we can’t put a specific label on it I at least consider you my friends. You know…my old man friends that fuck me from time to time.”

They both laugh at your joke causing you to smile as you relish the sound.

“We felt the same.”, Eddie responds first, guiding you against your pillows as he follows and climbs in beside you. “She took advantage of us and it took us forever to even catch on. We like you to...”

“Very much.”, Steve added as he curled up beside you as well. “We’re not that old, ya brat.”

You giggle as they pull you closer to their sides.

“Are you safe? From him, I mean?”

“Yeah, he won’t do anything while we’re at work and if he did I would knock him out. That’s what happened last time. He yanked on my blouse and I turned around to punch him. He told people in the school he got in a bar fight defending a girl.”

“Jesus Christ. What a dick.”, the rockstar chuckles.

“Thank you both for coming over. I really need this…needed you.”

That makes them softly smile as you slowly begin to drift off to sleep. Eddie’s eyes scan his friend’s demeanor as he absently plays with your hair.

“Steve Harrington, whatever you’re thinking about doing, you can’t.”

“I don’t like him being in the same building with her. What if he hurts her again?”

“She said he won’t. Ah, ah.”, he tuts as the mogul starts to argue. “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t like it either but… that’s not part of our deal. We have to trust her. Unless she asks us to deal with him, we shouldn’t bringing that kind of attention our way.”

“Eddie, I don’t care about that kind of attention. Fuck Gina and fucking popular opinion.”, he growls. “What if…what if we can’t get to her or what if he does something worse… She said he changed after they moved. It just makes me nervous especially with us going out of town soon. I want to know she’s ok.”

“She’s a strong girl and if she needs anything she’ll tell us. We can’t control her like that. We aren’t those kind of men… we aren’t our dads.”

Steve glances his way, exhaling as he reaches over to pat his best friend’s arm.

“You’re a good dude, Munson.”

“Aw.”, Eddie coos. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, Harrington.”

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⭐️Yandere Kylar x Reader⭐️

Premise: You're a streamer, and your biggest fan really really likes you

Warning: Non-con, kidnapping, gn reader

Minors DNI

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As much as it hurts to deal with these weirdos, It helps with expenses. You've even seen Robins username pop in and out quickly, probably hoping you didn't see. At first, you were uncomfortable with acting all sweet for your audience, but you warmed up to the idea when it started staving off your bastard Landlord at the orphanage you live in, Bailey. You play games dressed sexy, say sweet dumb things and the money comes pouring in.

These poor, lonely guys send you money in hopes you'll give them a crumb of attention, and you do. Sometimes, you say their names. You don't exactly care that you're taking their money at all. It's a gift! It's not like you forced them to give you money, nor did you even ask. They just want a chance to get in your pants and you're not gonna stop them from dreaming. You can't count the number of times people in the chat have asked if you have an onlyfans.

You'd never, of course, date one of these pigs. You imagine your viewers are stinky, slimy, greasy and would cum in their pants at just seeing you in person. Their whole body is probably sticky to the touch and shower maybe once a month they probably have piss filled mountain dew bottles on the floor next to their pc and shit stains on their seat. You're pretty sure a few guys in the comments are jerking off as you stream this very second.

A few times, you've received ominous messages in the comments from different users, almost threatening you for some ridiculous problem they have with you. How you play, what you're wearing, or just your face, so you make sure to always hide your location and are very vague about your personal life. You're used to them being weird, saying things about what they'd do to you if they were alone with yo- Just have to learn to ignore it. You calm yourself down.

"Well, that's enough for today, I'm getting sleepy! It was nice playing with you today. I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight, love you!" You blow a kiss at the camera. You see people commenting their 'i love you too's and whining about how you could stay a bit longer' in the chat before you disconnect. You made $540 from that two-hour stream. You received most of it from the same person. Mr.Husband. Not one minute after closing the stream, you get a message. You thought you disabled direct messages? You notice that it's to your personal account that's open on another tab from an unnamed account. No bio, no profile picture.

New user: Hey

New user: Do you want to meet up sometime? For coffee?

You: Who's this?

New user: I'm Kylar. You can get to know me when we get coffee.

You: Uh no? How the fuck do you know me?

New user: I love your streams, pretty. Drop the fucking attitude before you piss me off. I knew you'd be more of a bitch off-camera. You just look too good to be good hearted. You have to be taught obedience. You're lucky I care about you so much.

You: Keep your tiny prick away from me. I never want to see you in my presence. Disgusting. Ugly pig. Do me a favor and never ever leave your dirty cave. Go fuck yourself

New user: Wanna watch?

*New user has now been blocked*

You stand up and walk away from your computer. how the fuck did he find your actual account? You don't even have your real name anywhere. You start to undress, not noticing your computer's camera has flicked on again.

In a dark room, a man fists his massive cock slowly, eyes trailing up and down his obsession through the screen. His mind is filled with all the things he wants to do to a little cock tease like you. Ruin you, break you, crush you under his weight, teach you a lesson for whoring yourself out. A cute treat like you should have better manners "Pig...tiny prick. Ah, (y/n) I can't let you just say those things to your husband." he watches as you slide your underwear down, eyes zeroing in on the crevice between your thighs as you bend over. He shudders as hot baby batter coats his chest and thighs, continuing to roll down his cock in fat globs.

Two days later, you're walking back home from a late shift at the cafe. You plan to stream when you get home.

Something is watching you.

Cold sweat dribbles down the back of your neck. You shiver, the cold night air doing nothing to calm you. You can feel eyes drilling holes into your back. You picked up your pace, your eyes darting all around. Who is it? What do they want? You think you can hear footsteps not far away. They're getting closer. You break into a sprint and make it to Danube street before you're tackled to the ground. All air is pushed from your lungs, depleting you of oxygen. You do your best to fight against your unseen attacker, but they're far too strong. You try to scream, but only a wheeze comes out. The man roughly picks you up like a sack of potatoes under his arm and carries you into a mansion nearby.

He walked down a flight of stairs and threw you to the ground. You tried to scramble away, but he grabs your ankle and drags you back to him. You get a look at his face in the dim light. He's handsome, but his expression strikes fear in your heart. Fury is the only word you can think of to describe it. You scream and flail your limbs wildly, trying to get him the fuck off of you. You hear a crack and before you realize what happened, your cheek is burning. "Shut." Smack "The." Smack "Fuck." Smack "Up." He's seething by the end. Your head was knocked back into the ground by the last hit. A dribble of blood runs down your nose, your cheeks completely red and moderately swollen. You're no longer trying to fight him, head far too foggy to do anything but lay there in pain.

"I'm sorry, baby." He huffs, calming down a bit. "Don't fight me and that won't have to happen again." He wiped at the blood on your face with his thumb, cradling your cheek. A blush creeps over his face along with a deranged smile as he stares down at you with his unblinking eyes. "You're just so perfect. Everything." You feel a bulge forming atop you where he's straddled. He pants heavily as he looks you up and down. Hot tears slip down your swollen cheeks at the realization that you can't get yourself out of this one.

You lie completely still as he palms his crotch in front of you. "I...I'm kylar...you said I have a small prick, (Y/n)... That wasn't very nice. You should say things like that to your husband." You stare at him in awe...it's..the guy from the chat. did he find you? He's crazy. He's insane. He's gonna kill you. Your chest heaves up and down uncontrollably. You feel blood rushing to your ears, feeling the most fear you've ever felt in your entire life. He takes notice of your panic attack and tries to calm you. "H-hey! Shhh, it's ok, just breathe!" You don't hear a word he's saying and thrash wildly again. Your legs kick underneath him, but his body doesn't budge an inch.

You freeze when you feel his lips smash onto yours. He grabs your wrists in one hand above your head, effectively immobilizing you. It feels like he's trying to eat you, no longer caring about your little tantrum. "Just stay still." He mutters as his large hands roam up and down your body like he's waited his life for this moment. You feel his ever growing bulge rub against your stomach. He grabs your hands before you could try to fight him again.

"...You know...I've been giving you my good money, (Y/n). All because I knew how hard it was to live on your own. But now you're here with me. You'll be my personal house whore." You feel his breath hit your cheek. "Please...let me go. I didn't do anything to you!" You're full on sobbing at this point and to your horror, you feel his cock twitch against you.

"Oh fuck! Keep crying for me like that, baby." He's clawing your pants. Your eyes dart around the room for anything that can help you, but your blood runs cold when you just see hundreds of photos of you plastered all over his walls, some even on his ceiling. You hear a loud tear. This animal ripped your pants and underwear in the process of ridding them from your body.

You're a shaking mess as he cups your sex in his hand. "K-Kylar, please!" You cry, trying to appeal to his humanity. He groans, a little wet spot of pre cum appears on his crotch. "Say my name again." He demanded. His fingers rim around your hole, threatening to dive in. You quiver at the feeling. He unzipped his pants and you feel something impossibly large, heavy and hot slam onto your stomach with a thud.

He releases you momentarily and moves himself lower on your body, his head between your legs. His arms circle around your thighs in a vice grip. He takes a strong whiff and lets out a moan. You feel his tongue slide up and down your sex as his fingers plat around with your hole before dipping half a finger in. You're too dry, it hurts! You whine and struggle, uncomfortable. His finger dips all the way in, uncaring for your pleasure. You scream as he continues to thrust his finger inside you as his mouth engulfs your sex. He removes his finger and lifts himself off you. You sigh in relief.

That relief dies as you feel his meaty cock push at your hole. He begins to push in, but your hole resists. It's too big. He lets out a sound of annoyance before spitting on his hand and rubbing the liquid up and down his cock. It does little to help aid in his entrance. "This may hurt a bit…a lot actually." He wicked grin stretches across his face before he rears his hips back and forces his cock through. You let out a blood curdling scream he rips through your insides. He's only halfway in, your walls desperately trying to push him back out. He holds onto your waist and pulls you into him, bottoming out. You feel like you're bleeding, but you're too afraid to look down.

You can hardly breathe. His cock feels like it's in your stomach. Your body twitches, hot tears slipping past the corners of your eyes as you wheeze out please for mercy. He only looks down at you in awe at your beauty. "Oh, you're so cute like this! I knew you could take it! I know it hurts now, but just give it time." His thumb rubs at your tears. There's nothing you can do to get out of this. You feel completely helpless.He pulls himself out, and slowly goes back in, groaning. "Fuck, you're so tight" he grunts. You close your eyes and hear a flash. Your eyes snap open to see he's holding a camera. A blinding light fills your vision along with a 'click'. This sick fuck.

You let out an involuntary moan when he shoves himself into you at just the right angle. He presses himself deep inside you, holding himself there, his cock hugging your sweet spot. "Ah (Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!" He chants your name like a mantra at each thrust, but you can barely hear him. All you can do is feel him. Hurt hurts so bad but feels equally as good.

You can't help but let little sounds of pain and pleasure spill from your lips as his hips ram into yours. You look up to see his eyes are completely rolled back. His lips press wet kisses to your cheek. You feel a knot start to build in your lower stomach without your consent and you feel yourself lift onto cloud nine. "Oh (Y/n), cum for me! Cum for your husband!" He moans. You feel shame and pleasure wash over you as you do just that. You clench around him, his breath hitches in his throat at the feeling. He slams into you harder and harder. The over stimulation is killing you now. It's too much!

You think he might break something inside you, you think his dick might knock your brain out of your skull with how hard he's pounding. You feel like your organs will never be the same. "Gonna get you pregnant, gonna breed you again and again. Gonna have my babies. We'll be great parents!" His muttering awakens what's left of the fight in you. "Ah! N-no, stop! I-I can't!" His hand slams over your mouth, his bottomless green eyes staring directly into yours. He lifts your legs up and puts them over his shoulders in a tight mating press.

He hits your special spot and your eyes roll back. He can reach far deeper like this. He slams into you with one final thrust, pressing into you with his full weight. You can't breathe. The over stimulation finally comes for you and you cum all over his cock again. You feel his cock twitch before unloading what seems to be an endless supply of semen into you. You can almost hear the wet sound of him cumming inside you. Your lower stomach rises by the sheer volume of cum produced. You wonder if he used to be a bull at Remy's farm or something. That thought quickly vanishes along with your whole mind as your brain is unable to produce anymore thoughts.

With a satisfied sigh, he pulls his slipping wet cock out of you, a rush of lightly pink cum following after, quickly stopping when he plugs you up with a small plug. His cock isn't even fully soft. You pray he doesn't decide he wants a round two. "That wasn't so bad, now was it? You were crying for nothing." He pants. He kisses your temple before picking you up by your waist, once again like a sack of potatoes in one arm. He walks over to a mattress on the floor and drops you on it, your body softly bouncing on top before settling in a heap. He had a mattress the whole time and still fucked you on the cold, dirty cement floor!? You hear a click and see he's chained your right angle to the wall. He smiles at you and pevks you on the lips the way a husband would before leaving to work. His mood did a 180. He's so very cheerful, his handsome face cheerfully grinning down at you like you're a cute little kitten.

"You did really well today, (Y/n), my love. I'll be back tomorrow. You won't get dinner tonight because you fought me so much, but you'll learn to behave. I want to treat you better, so please be good for me. Goodnight." With that, your new 'husband' stands up to his full height and walks upstairs, leaving you in the cold pitch darkness of the basement.

#lemon #non con #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner

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luveline · 6 months

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hi jadeee!!! :D i read the fic abt poly!marauders with depressed reader and i was wondering if you could do one with aaron? for example r having trouble getting out of bed or doing small tasks and her mental health getting bad again, i don’t know if its just me but i rarely find these kind of fics <3

hi gorgeous i hope this is ok! fem, 1k

“How are you feeling?” Aaron asks, patting his face dry with a towel.

You rub sleep from your eyes, catching Aaron's eyes in the mirror over his broad shoulders. You offer him a tired sort of smile.

“Come here,” he says.

You do as he says. Aaron's getting dressed for work, and it's miraculous to have you up and out of bed before him considering how depressed you've been lately. Your abdomen presses to his.

“What are you going to do today?” he asks, wetting a washcloth in the sink. He feels the temperature of the water for a few seconds.

“Um…” You close your eyes in preparation. “I have to shower. And I want to… make you dinner. So I'll do that.” He brings the washcloth to your face and rubs at your skin gently, little rivers of warm water creeping down your face and neck. “Is my appointment today?”

“No, sweetheart. It's not until Tuesday.” He cleans your nose, your sleep-crusted lashes. “Why not have a bath? That way you can sit. You could bring your laptop in here and watch a movie.”

“That…” You run out of steam as he wipes the last stretch of your cheek gently.

If you can't manage a shower today, Aaron will help when he comes home. He never makes it seem like an obstacle or an imposition to help you through these things, treating it like any other hour of time spent together. “Dinner would be nice. But make sure you set the timer if you use the oven. I'll worry.”

“Yeah.”

He passes you your toothbrush and toothpaste. You squeeze it out onto the bristles as he sets about neatening your hair for the day, fingertips gentle on the soft skin of your hairline. You force the toothbrush into your mouth and start out slowly. You feel a disconnect between you and your actions, his touch the only tether, and every brush takes effort you don't have.

“I didn't say good morning,” he says apologetically, rubbing your shoulders with some loving roughness. “How did you sleep?”

Sleep is a big blob you don't have words for. “Good morning,” you say through toothpaste, leaning your face into his arm.

He kisses whatever bit of your face he can reach. “Good morning.”

“Sorry if I'm dirty.”

“You aren't honey, you're fine. We just need to keep on top of it.”

He pulls away to let you finish your half job, offering you a floss pick that you take on automatic but can't force yourself to use. It stays in your hand all the way to the breakfast table, where you get served sliced fruits and toast with chocolate spread. It's the kind with lots of calories, to keep you going if you can't manage your own lunch. Aaron makes you lunch most of the time if you can't do it yourself and leaves it in a tupperware in the fridge, but actually getting up to reheat it is another thing. You usually do it if your stomach aches but not otherwise. Already, you're wanting to go back to bed. Another day of letting him down.

He gives you your medication divider, sipping at his own mug of coffee. “Jack's coming back tonight. Are you excited?”

“So excited,” you say honestly. “Did he have a good time at, uh, Mason's?”

“I think so. They went to Pizza Hut buffet. He said we have to go for his birthday.” He smiles at you from over the lip of his mug, eyes all manner of tender. “He asked if you're still sleeping.”

“Don't let him worry about me,” you say, half-pleading.

“No, I won't. You know I won't. He's just noticed you're not feeling your best, but it's not a bad thing. He wants to tuck you in.”

“He said that?”

Aaron nods with a smile. “He misses you when he doesn't see you.”

“I miss him… I'm sorry. About all of this. I really…” You look down at your hands. Toast crumbs cling to your fingers, little white ants that catch hold when you attempt to shake them off. You wipe them in your pants. “I promise I'm trying.”

He rounds the table. Takes your face into his hand, but doesn't force your head up. “That's not in question,” he says in his dulcet tone. “We want you to feel as good as you can. It doesn't matter how long it takes.”

“I just want to be better.” I just want this feeling to be over.

He hums into himself, his big hand a warm, steady thing where it covers your cheek. He's so solid.

“Listen,” he says, bending to meet your eye. “Today, I only want you to do three things. Do you think you can do that? If you can't, I won't be mad, but I want you to try.”

“Okay.”

“Firstly, what you said about dinner? That sounds nice. Being active is good for you.” He measures your reaction. You've schooled your features into a determined seriousness that makes him smile. “Alright. Secondly, you take that nice long bath.”

Your seriousness falters. “Sorry.”

“No, no, don't be. It's not like that, sweetheart, I just want you to stay healthy, and to feel good about yourself. That's why I need you to eat lunch too.”

“Is that the third thing?”

“No, the third thing is to give me a kiss because I'm about to be late for work.”

You tip your head up and he kisses you sweetly as always. You let him fawn and fret for a few minutes before he really has to leave, and then it's your fault he's late, calling him back in for a last hug. To be fair to you, it's a hug you really, really need.

“Call me if you need to,” he says, his cheek against your temple. “I'll come home. I promise.”

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ectologia · 8 months

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love your stuff!! would you be ok with making something about bakugo just being a bully?

HARD TIMES

KATSUKI BAKUGOU X F!READER

𝐂𝐖 ♱ DUBCON/NONCON, BULLYING, ABUSE, SWEATY ARMPITS, PISS, HUMILIATION, MISOGYNY, SIZE KINK, SIZE DIFFERENCE, CRUEL NICKNAMES, DEGRADATION, OBJECTIFICATION, PROFANITY

“Hey.”

You shuffle down the corridor quicker at the deep, rumbling snarl. Twisting the straps of your bag tighter in your clammy fists as you take long, purposeful strides, almost skipping in your steps.

“Hey, don’t ignore me.” A heavy palm lands on your shoulder, squeezing like a python once your back collides with the wall.

Your eyes follow the stocky blonde’s form all the way up his hard chest, chasing to confirm the two crimson rubies placed atop his tanned features like the gems of a crown.

Bakugou juts his chin upwards in an abrasive fashion the moment you whimper under the pressure of his fingertips.

“I didn’t see you in math today.”

You sweep his hand off, shuffling backwards beneath his stoic gaze. “I.. Uhm.. I switched classes..” You mumble, barely coherent under your meek breath.

“Why’s that.”

It’s not a question, nor does he care for an answer.

One thudding foot after another and he’s in your shadow, looming over you like the sun swallowing the moon.

Two thick biceps come to rest by your spinning head, propped against the wall at the perfect angle for the heady stench of his sweaty armpits to suffocate you in the tight space.

“I’m disappointed, I was looking forward to seeing my little cock-sock today.”

You turn, raising a defensive fore-arm. “Please, Bakugou. Not today, I—”

He curls a set of scarred fingers around the flimsy joint, stretching it upwards until he has you pinned like a butterfly, helpless and vulnerable against the wall.

“What’s my name?” He scoffs.

You squeal once the calloused digits tense, popping and rolling your delicate bones in a painful hug.

“Katsuki! Katsuki!”

His fist goes limp once again. “There we go.. stupid bitch.”

The heavy appendage drops back down to his side, as does yours. You rub at the red stripes left across your skin, encouraging the blood to pool back into your veins.

“I ain’t got much time, training’s in 20 minutes.”

“Huh?” Your head snaps up, brows knitted in pardon.

His eyes roll in their sockets. “Get your pussy out, need to fuck something.”

Panic strikes and you’re flinching away.

“Hey, stop acting like such a little victim — just spread ‘em.”

It takes him less than 3 seconds to do it himself. You’re hoisted up onto the window-sill with one large palm splayed across your ass, while the other comes down to paw at the fabric stretched across your chubby mound.

“Thought I told you to stop wearing these shitty shorts under your skirt.”

“I can’t, they’re part of the uniform policy!”

“Blah, blah, bitch.” He tugs at the black spandex. “All I’m hearing is you want your pussy lips burnt off.”

The fibres twang and snap under the crackling heat of his quirk, disconnecting until a grand burning hole is left in the garment.

“Katsuki!”

“That’s me.” He snickers with a toothy grin, pulling away to inspect the tiny slit between your legs.

“Did you get looser?” He cleaves the swollen folds apart, hooking two thumbs around the gooey rim of your pussyhole.

You tuck your chin into your chest, frowning down at his ministrations.

“Only joking babe.” He spanks your clit, chuckling at the way your legs jump. “She’s still good for another fuck or two.”

He wastes no time, pulling the stiff length of his fat dick out to slap against your puffed up pussy.

“Let’s do this quick, yeah? Don’t really wanna be seen piping a loser, no offence.”

You’re swung back and forth by the hinges of your knees with your feet left dangling in the air, clumsily knocking his back with every hop.

His hips clap against the crease of your thighs, pumping in and out of your sloppy cunny as the bulbous head of his cock pokes at your cervix.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. Bounce that fat-ass back on me, just like that.” He howls through the thin space of his pursed lips, huffing and puffing as he lifts you up and down on his prick.

“B— Katsuki!”

“Shh, shut up.”

He squeezes your face in between his fingers, smothering your mouth in an attempt to keep your cries to a minimum.

A dewy sheen bubbles along his hairline, darkening the beach blond spikes until the ends droop from the humidity. The way his large frame tips forward to knock his sweaty forehead against yours has you mewling, clawing at his shoulders for stability and some form of comfort as he uses you like his own girlie little flesh-light.

“Mmh.. Fuck on it, fuck on that cock, fuck on that big fat monster cock.”

His rapid thumping slows to a mellow pace as a ponderous expression befalls him. “All this humping’s making me need a piss.”

At this, you yelp. Thrashing around in his arms like a fish out of water.

He takes one step, two steps, towards the window until you’re squashed and squished against the glass.

“Well done piggie. You’ve just been promoted to Katsuki Bakugou’s new toilet.”

The torrid stream has you feeling almost bloated, on the brink of bursting as you’re pumped full off cock and piss, dribbling and squirting out of the tiny seam left in the space that Katsuki has yet to fill. Your toes curl and cripple from the positively sickening warmth of his urine spraying out of your cunt, sloshing around in what you can only assume is your womb.

“Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff…” His ears twitch at the sensation of releasing inside your body.

Your head lounges against your shoulder, floating in and out of consciousness until a stinging smack to your cheek has you shaking yourself awake.

“You passin’ out on me already?” He adjusts his position, bringing your pliable, fucked-out body closer towards his chest.

“I ain’t even cum yet, baby.”

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sugawaraxo · 2 years

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cried during sex

warnings: suggestive content + fluff

characters: shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugo, hitoshi shinso

synopsis: how they react to you crying during sex

a/n: surprise :)

shoto todoroki

• freezes, literally

• his whole body tenses and he reflexively frosts over the sheets underneath his hands

• he’s confused and worried that he hurt you

• almost starts crying with you

• almost

you didn’t have time to process what was happening to you until you were already in the midst of breaking down. shoto was so gentle with you, so meticulous with every stroke of his body against yours. the way his eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time. you’ve had sex before, this wasn’t your first time. but it was your first time with him. the first time you felt seen as more than an object for someone’s pleasure. the first time you felt like someone was touching you because they truly cared for you and wanted you to feel good. in fact so good it made you cry. not simple dismissible tears that could be wiped away as though they were never there, you’d wished that was all it had been. no you full on sobbed, body convulsed, shallow breathed, sobbed and despite all your efforts, you couldn’t stop. shoto halted mid-thrust, you felt him accidentally freeze the sheets beneath you in the process. the lustful gaze you were just lost in now morphed into one of worry.

“shit, y/n? are you ok? did i hurt you? why didn’t you say something? i’m so sorry. shit.” he panicked before disconnecting your bodies. he then pulled you into a hug, your ear pressed to his chest with his hand cupped around the back of your head, the other draped around your torso. his heart was racing abnormally fast and you knew if you continued to stay silent his heart might actually have stopped working.

“n-no you didn’t hurt me, at all. the exact opposite actually. it’s just i, it’s stupid.” you stopped yourself, choking down the embarrassing words that threatened to spill out.

“it’s not stupid, especially if it’s enough to make you cry. what happened? you can talk to me.” shoto reassured you and you teetered dangerously close to tearing up again.

“you care. about me. and it’s so genuine and pure the way you show it and, i don’t know. that’s overwhelming i guess. because no one i’ve cared for in the way i care for you has ever truly reciprocated it…until now. that plus you literally reaching parts of me i didn’t know could be reached was a lot to handle i guess.”

he chuckled at that, the rumble of the small laugh echoed in your ear that was still rested against his chest. he began stroking your hair. you hadn’t noticed how tight his grip on you was until he loosened up. his heart rate slowed.

“if it makes you feel any better, i almost cried too.”

you pulled away from his grasp and playfully hit his chest, “shut up. you don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”

his eyes locked on yours in the same way they did before your body betrayed you.

“i wouldn’t lie to you.”

you smiled at the sincerity behind his words.

“then i apologize for almost dragging you down this emotional well with me, won’t happen again” you laughed softly.

“it can happen whenever you need it to, i don’t mind.”

all you could do was smile. he was so patient and sweet and that overwhelming feeling was back, yet this time something was different. you leaned in to kiss him. you figured that in this moment it’d be better to show him through your actions how you were feeling instead of summing it up with sappy words. he obliged eagerly, wasting no time to finish things from where you two left off.

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katsuki bakugo

• doesn’t really notice until he hears your soft sniffles

• he just assumes your eyes were watering from how good it felt

• wouldn’t be the first time

• but when you cover your face, sniffling as you try to block him from seeing what was happening

• he realizes

“y/n?” his breath hitched and he tore your hands away from your face so quickly it was almost humorous.

“are you crying? why are you crying?” the deep look of confusion and fear settled on his face did make you laugh which confused him even further.

“what the hell is going on with you? say something.” his eyes scanned your face frantically and you could tell he found none of this funny, he was genuinely worried and you weren’t doing anything to ease his nerves.

“sorry sorry, i don’t know why i’m crying kats. well i do but, i don’t want to say it. i’m scared to say it.” you admitted before you hid behind your hands once more.

“scared? what is there to be scared of, i’m here y/n. just tell me.” his voice sounded almost desperate, like he was anticipating the worst news of his life and your heart dropped.

“it’s nothing bad, i promise. i…i love you. like a lot. like an inexplicable amount. and today was perfect, you’re perfect. i’m just overly emotional about it all.”

that was the first time you’d ever said ‘i love you.’ he had said it once before but you weren’t ready to say it back, too guarded and still healing from past wounds to trust that he actually meant it. but today he proved that he did beyond anything you’d ever imagined. he planned a date for you that felt like it was snatched straight out of your dreams, his attention to detail and all the small things you’ve ever told him was impeccable. and then this, being physically as close as your bodies would allow you. it was perfect. he was perfect.

“i love you too y/n, more than you’ll probably ever know. but if you ever need to cry while i’m balls deep inside you again, can you please start with the fact that it’s nothing bad? i think my heart almost stopped.”

you laughed and he smiled, that smile that made you fall for him months ago.

“sorry kats, i think i know how i can make it up to you though.” you suggested before trailing your way down his body until your mouth hovered above his now semi-hard length. without any hesitation you took it expertly in your mouth and down your throat.

“god, i fucking love you.” he groaned.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

hitoshi shinso

• slows his pace and wipes your tears

• he asks you if you want him to stop

• but you say no, that’s the last thing you want

• so he reluctantly continues, wiping each tear from your cheeks as he does so

shinso’s strokes were deep yet slow and he had this expression on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher. pleasure mixed with something else. probably concern. you could tell he was worried because of the way he kept wiping your tears from your face. he would occasionally hunch down to kiss them away and your heart fluttered each time. he had asked you twice if you wanted to stop but you insisted that he kept going, you didn’t want to ruin this good moment. but you could tell his head was swarming with questions and felt it was unfair to keep him in the dark. you placed a hand on his lower abdomen indicating for him to stop. he did just that, eagerly waiting for you to say something. anything.

“i’ve had a completely shit week shinso. but when i’m with you it’s like every bad thing is nonexistent. those weren’t sad tears, sometimes it just happens when we, you know. usually i’m better at hiding it though.” you confessed.

“oh, so you’re not mad at me or anything?” he asked and his voice cracked a little almost as though he himself was about to cry prior to your explanation.

“no baby. not at all. not even close.”

“good. well i’m glad you’re ok, i hate seeing you cry. but weirdly, knowing that they weren’t sad tears makes it kind of endearing.” shinso admitted.

“i’m glad you think so because i genuinely can’t control it, it happens every time. like i said, i’m usually just better at hiding it.” you laughed lightly.

“it’s ok if you can’t hide it. i’ll just keep wiping them away for you, and besides, you look so pretty when you cry.” shinso smiled before he thrusted into you again.

the waterworks were almost instant, but as he insisted he would be, shinso was there to wipe your tears away.

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borzoilover69 · 3 months

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Post-game John and Jake dynamic is really slept on. Jake meets John and hes like “ok this guy gets it” and in similiar terms Jake understands where John is coming from.

Both John and Jake share interest, signature bluntness and coping mechanisms (fucking off and TOOOTALLLY not dwelling on what makes them upset) and dont really share the concern that other members of their collective friendgroups might have with a friend of theirs just disappearing. They GET it so if they dont talk for a while who cares? Its like no time has passed at all when Jake texts John asking if he wants to watch a movie and John (who hasnt responded to anyone in two weeks) texts back “yeah sure.”

Postgame John and Jake friendship is EVERYTHING to me. John will listen to Jake rant and deliver an honest to goodness clearcut opinion, pulling him back from some of his wilder ideas and thoughts, while Jake pulls John out of the depression rut that John no doubt falls into post-game after everything catches up to him.

John NEEDS to be doing something postgame or otherwise he just dwells. Jake needs someone who will entertain some of his ideas without judgement, but the willingness to reel it in. They would bicker about movies and chat for hours about it because who else gives a fig as much about movies as these two.

John will listen to Jake rant about his friends without much fuss and give an honest input about it how he sees it in a way that doesnt make Jake feel threatened. I think thsts something Jake sort of needs, someone disconnected from his little chaotic friendgroup to talk to without feeling as significantly judged. In turn if John isnt really talking to anyone count on Jake to have the optimal timing to invite himself over for a movie night or get John to go on an outing for him or help him with something, getting him out of his shell. Even in his subtle ways lending John a platform to talk about issues he might be facing.

If theres anyone who can understand the need to isolate while you deal with your problems without judgement, its someone who does the exact same!! I see it very much as “we dont need to talk about it but i understand where youre coming from so 🤝And i think thats so awesome. Jake and John friendship postgame friendship is so real to me. See my vision boy.

#homestuck #hom3stuck #jake english #john egbert #borzoi talks #borzoi meta #homestuck meta #but nooot really?#i need to draw propaganda #anyways theyd be the others numba one defenders.

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dreamwritersworld · 1 year

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Disconnected… (sully family x reader)

this was inspired by 2 requests sent in so please enjoy! I didn’t link the two requests just cause I didn’t want to spoil it before you read so thank you! 💞

Y/n Sully. I was a happier child…until that light was pulled away and burnt out.

*five year old Y/n*

There was one too many moment where Jake had compared her to her older siblings…

Jake had pulled Y/n by her ear to listen to his words clearly about how she had to heal and be as good as Kiri..

Y/n walked into a separate room clearly in distress while Kiri was calmly sitting down beading a bracelet but she could sense something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“…father keeps saying that I have to be like you but I’m not you.”

Y/n didn’t even give Kiri a chance to talk she knew that whatever she said wouldn’t make her feel better…not even a few moments after both sisters heard their mother talking to another Navi and that just made Y/n more upset.

“Kiri is the most beautiful child ever! We were given her so sudden and I always say to her, Eywa gave me you.”

Whats the softest way to say…you took away my passion…my happiness…what’s the kindest way to say?..you took away my spark.

I had so much potential, had I just been brought up differently given the correct corrections and encouragement I would’ve been something…something meaningful.

*6 year old Y/n*

“Y/n! Hold the knife correctly! Look at the way your brother is holding it! Why can’t you just be smart? Think!”

Y/n was too young to even start early training but…he made her anyways, said “with her like that, she needs at least two years of early training! She needs to think smarter.”

The little girl was buried deep into training when all she wanted to do was continue making friendship bracelets for people…she was such a sweet little girl.

Every time Jake yelled, stood by, or ever so slightly glanced at her she felt slightly scared…it always felt like he didn’t care. Truth was Jake was reckless with her feelings..he didn’t care about how the outcome of his actions would reflect on the young child.

Now I just sit in the comforting silence of the forest.

*8 year old Y/n*

There was one day when I was genuinely scared…terrified of the man yelling in my face..grabbing me, all because I failed at aiming correctly that day..but it was only because he made me stay up the entire night before practicing.

“Why can’t you just think kid?!”

He was pushing for words to come out as tears build up in my eyes.

“You were awful today!”

My own father could sleep peacefully in the fact that he was destroying me. It made him mad, my silence spoke louder than words..anger he wanted to come out of me. All of the sudden a full hand slapped my cheek.

My heart missed multiple beats when I realized what had just happened. That’s the moment I went numb to his actions, I quickly got up..wiped away my tears and went off to train without him. If someone were to ever hit me the way he did that day, I wanted to be ready.

I was dragged through the mud, what’s more to be scared of..? I don’t need them or anyone.

I don’t speak much to anyone…they don’t try speaking to me either so I guess in a way I settled.

*9 year old Y/n*

Jake’s treatment towards Y/n was like whiplash. One second he’d give her slight hope it was ok and then the next second he’d crumble her to pieces.

He put Kiri and Y/n to healing and she was doing really well, until a hard week hit her.

“Y/n. You went from first…to worst in one whole practice! You need to do better, when will you get it?”

All siblings watched as Y/n curled herself in, hiding her head once he left.

They were sad to say they noticed how as the years went by Y/n no longer talked to them…to anyone. Yet all siblings turned a blind eye..maybe it was temporary?

It doesn’t mean that i stay by myself all alone and do nothing, no absolutely not I enjoy adventure, hanging onto life by a thread…

*10 year old Y/n*

I actually used to have a good friend I knew for a short amount of time but sadly…she died. She didn’t know a thing about survival but it was because her father refused to teach her. So I taught her, but i wish I did it sooner, maybe if I did she would’ve lived…

It happened just moments after I taught her how to shoot a gun, she found hidden away.

“You want to see what i found?…will you show me how to use it?”

I was conflicted and confused because i had only learned briefly just once

“Ok…but it is not a toy.”

“I know!”

She pointed the gun up to a random tree turning to me asking what she would do.

“The most important thing is when you go to shoot, take a breathe before you hit the trigger.”

Tílí took this hilarious big breathe, exaggerating it.

“What should I shoot?”

Tílí was so…inexperienced, so much that That she didn’t even know you couldn’t wave around the gun. So I crouched and panicked the moment she aimed it at me unknowingly.

“Don’t do that!”

“I-I’m so sorry i- im sorry!”

Tílí immediately put the gun away but i didn’t even look…i looked at the forest searching for where the walking sounds came from.

“…Tílí..let’s go now.”

I yanked onto her hand and ran, hiding in an old lab, as we ran i could hear the man’s voice,

“Come out! Where ever you are!”

..we weren’t allowed to be in that part of the forest but I followed because she said she wanted to show me the gun.

We both sat down listening to the man whistling…this outsider must’ve been left behind when they were supposed to leave pandora, or perhaps this was the start of them coming back. Adrenaline raced through me that day…I was just a kid.

“I need you to listen to me. we have to go now…are you listening?”

Tílí just sat there, staring at the floor, and scared to move. When I reached out for her again she started talking louder.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Daddy, I’m scared!”

It seemed as though she was stuck in time…like she believed her father would come right that moment, he made her so dependent..so scared.

“Snap out of it, Tílí!..please!”

My brain fogged up believing I wouldn’t be able to save her, I began to get scared. My head turned to the whistling getting closer and then i did what I believed was best..

“Move!”

Tílí felt my hand slap her across the face..and then she rushed up, I got her out first by holding her up to reach the skylight on the roof and then pulled myself up..as soon as we jumped off we ran but the man didn’t fail to notice us.

I ran with her but when we passed she had fallen and so did the gun but…the man shot her in the arm

“Get up Tílí! You have to trust me, I got you!”

Tílí screamed in pain as I yanked her up, catching the gun, and ran. The man was taking his time in catching us..he knew I wouldn’t want leave her…

She had no chance though, her speed was slower but I had to drag her, it left me no time to make turns so the man wouldn’t have a direct area to shoot. I didn’t even have time to hide us so I could kill him then..He had shot her in the chest.

“No don’t- Y/n! Daddy!!”

“No! Tílí!”

I instantly turned back and hid shooting the man from getting closer…my body went tense as I walked closer to Tíli, her body was shaking and hyperventilating.

“No, please Tílí! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! Your my best friend…I’m sorry.”

I stayed in the forest crying, left with her body.

That trauma didn’t go unnoticed. Mo’at could see that something was wrong with Y/n. It terrified her to see her grandchild’s downfall, she knew that Y/n would one day turn her back on her father for training and giving her pain so many years. Y/n wouldn’t let anyone even touch or stand by her…Mo’at wasn’t even an exception, no matter how much she wanted to heal those little wounds on her grandchild’s rough fingers and knees from training. She could see the pain Y/n was working through, the back pain from constantly doing tricks in training…suppose it was the reason Y/n was the best but it doesn’t mean it’s ok.

Y/n had been sitting on the floor, making medicine while Mo’at observed her…Neytiri walked in the room with medicine Kiri made from home.

“Kiri made some medicine for healing, mother.”

Mo’at hushed Neytiri and pulled her to the side, still keeping an eye on Y/n.

“We must talk..”

“About?”

“Y/n-“

“Oh mother please, no need to worry about that child she-she’s fine. She remains happy at home as well.”

“Really? If that were true, that child would feel safe enough to make medicine from home.”

“Mother. You cannot possibly be insinuating that-“

“Shh. It’s just Y/n, there’s something cold behind her eyes…”

Mo’at walked away leaving Neytiri wondering…she too watched Y/n while she unpacked the medicine Kiri was making from home…

After helping grandmother I had stayed out a little but I only came back late five minutes after eclipse and brought back food that I hunted for. I could feel him and his stares..how he was so fixated on me and what i was doing now that he wasn’t playing ‘olo’ekytan’.

“You staying out late again?! I already told you, your forbidden from staying out! You think bringing food back home will make it better?!”

I couldn’t listen. My hand automatically dropped the food off by my mother and I immediately walked back out the home entering the forest, too annoyed to deal with him…he didn’t stop though.

My feet walked faster, heart began beating louder and my eyes just kept looking forward, not turning back.

“You come back here right now. I mean it Y/n stop!”

I couldn’t..for the first time in a long time..i just wanted to stop, to look him in the eye.

“I’m gonna tell you right now, You’re-“

Sometimes my mind just fogs up and forgets my morals…just like him. I turned right around, banging my hand into a tree just to push him to listen.

“Stop! I’ll walk home sir just- stop.”

He continued mumbling words, yanking me by the ear, i allowed it…im not at my break point just yet. As we entered the home he threw me onto my hammock and i just accepted it, staring at the sky…the other thing about numbness is that it kinda collapses time…suddenly i find my whole days blending together creating this endless and suffocating loop, training is all I do…

“Dinners ready!”

My transit stopped and i got up slowly, sitting in my little corner. There was never space at our dinner area for me..so I just ate alone. Then i did my chores as normal, slowly walked up to my bed sighing at the fact that i didn’t have the warmth everyone else did. Mother seemingly forgot to request a new blanket for me and I didn’t make enough time to craft items to trade something in for it..so I’ll settle on the rough blanket with seeking holes.

The next day I was told to do hunting with Neteyam in the forest…we didn’t talk much, which made it easier for us to hear outside noises..Then a man came but wasn't normal navi, he was an avatar and he held a gun, seemingly scare almost like he got lost.

"Shoot 'em"

Neteyam couldn't pull the trigger, but I didn't have the patience and i shot the man in the leg...then the hip.

I walked slowly to him.

Neteyam slightly tugged on me to just walk away and not interfere...but i just couldn't…something was wrong.

"Cmon let's go."

“Shut up Neteyam.”

He was annoyed but he just didn’t understand what the situation was so I kicked the man repeatedly until he was begging me..and when he did I asked some questions.

“Who are you with? You are not normal Navi.”

Then he spitted in my face mumbling about him swearing and being loyal, I shot him in the head with my arrow.

“Idiot.”

We walked away in silence but i can tell In his face what i had just done bothered him..he’ll get over it though right? He’s supposed to be the strongest warrior. The noises weren’t done..we could hear our siblings voices as we walked away. Neteyam called for our parents but i couldn’t stay put like he did.

Neteyam was behind a tree ready to shoot an arrow but he hadn’t realized a soldier approaching so I jumped down from the branch stabbing repeatedly into the man’s neck quick to make it silent..i hid once again when I saw a soldier head our way..he hadn’t noticed the body, just grabbed Neteyam, snapping his bow into half.

I began killing all 3 soldiers around hidden in the trees pointing guns at my siblings who were on their knees.

My eyes landed on the two fallen guns and i shot 6 while they blindly shot in a panic…i didn’t see anyone else, my siblings had ran into my parents arms. I was covered in blood..fixated on two missing soldiers…

Quaritch watched from a far, he could see Y/n held zero mercy…she was the one who shot their soldier who got lost in the forest. If she was so cold…he’d be able to get to her, get through her head.

He made sure the soldier beside him stood up first, aiming a gun at Y/n and then he shot him…setting up a scene of him “protecting her”.

Y/n held her gun to him…but for a minute she seemed in awe, she was stuck in time..she felt like she knew who this man was, somehow and in some way she heard stories about him when she was listening to her parents conversations…as did he. The reason he knew about Y/n was because before they were sent back to the forest, they discussed the little information they knew about the sully family, Y/n sully being one of them. In all honesty he hoped he’d walk into her, she was a kid who he believed could easily be ended or manipulated, because Jake never loved her, no one did. Hints why back at the fort they referred to her as the ‘the child with no love’.

If he got her on his side, he’d be unstoppable and be able to kill her father with zero hesitation. He knew he needed her trust first so he dropped his gun, left himself defenseless.

“I won’t kill you kid. Those soldiers that you just killed, well I wish it was different I do but they were weak of will and character.”

Y/n was patient this time…this man wanted to actually listen and talk to her but then again she didn’t care, he held let them hold a gun to innocent peoples heads.

“You know what I wish? I wish I had killed you too. I still can.”

“Yet you haven’t, you think any of those soldiers would have the balls to say something like that. There’s no way you could’ve lasted this long by yourself, otherwise.”

He was wrong because Y/n was brutal when she had to be. But Quaritich seems to take the brutal mindset Y/n had to the furthest extreme. However what Quaritch does goes far beyond being brutal he was just ruthless ..And no one who is ruthless deserves to live. Y/n still let the man go on..trying to pick her poison.

“We’re more alike than you think. In fact I think you realize it…but you’re not comfortable with it yet.”

That’s where Y/n ended it she shot him in the leg, aimed right by his lungs…and then her bullets ran out. Jake was watching from afar…he saw the entire conversation…on his way back he saw the bodies on the floor with multiple stab wounds, and he watched how she walked up to him with a knife. Then..he was spotted by Quaritch.

“Jake-“

“Y/n! I’ll handle him. You don’t need to do that.”

Quaritch chucked at the oblivious father.

“That girl’s already seen more than you can imagine.”

Y/n turned to her father, rolling her eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. That’s not your decision.”

“Atta girl, she ain’t afraid to look me in the eye like you Jake. You know that feeling you got right now? That's what makes you stronger than the rest of them kid….”

Y/n knew his words were true..but she was getting annoyed at the man who was repeatedly talking..letting all her thoughts out to her father..so she stabbed him in the neck, Repeatedly. Jake watched in horror, it was then that he realized he stabbed her in the back repeatedly as well…he made her a killing machine. She disconnected with the world more than usual and she didn’t even feel affected by it.

Everything felt slow..metal from the knife clinging with the soiled floor..blood covering her body. Y/n looked at her father, she wanted him to see her and the gore she created.

“this is what you’ve made me become.”

!💓!

Fun facts!

Kiri was making friendship bracelets at the age Y/n wasn’t allowed to!

Tílí was a reflection of what Y/n would’ve been if she hadn’t grown up quicker.

I didn’t show much of happier Y/n because her memories would be very faded from that time..she started to grow faster at age 5.

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kyydreamies7 · 9 days

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Good Riddance, Feels

kyy note// decided to post this on here since i already got it on ao3!! hope ya like it

It had been a day. A bad day. And you came back home to your boyfriend, Seungcheol, in a pissy mood. Not like you could help it, right? You walked in and plopped down on your shared couch not saying ‘hi’ or even taking a glance at him.

“Baby?” You don’t respond. He gets up from his spot at the kitchen counter and walks over to your spot on the couch. “Oh, hey.” You say to him, giving him a slight glance and then going back to your phone. “Hey?” He says with a raised eyebrow glaring down at you. “Something happen?” He adds as he starts to sit down next to you.

“I’m fine, stop worrying, please.” You say getting more annoyed by the second, you taking his worrying as nagging. “Are you sure hun?” He asks one last time before walking off completely. “YES. I’m ok! I just said that. Do I need to tell you again?” You yelp out, annoyance filling your expression on your face. He stares at you with an unreadable look. “That’s enough.” You turn to look at him in confusion, your brows furrowed. In one swift movement, he’s picked you up and has you bent over his shoulder carrying you to your shared bedroom with him and throwing you down onto the bed. “You’ve been being extra pissy ever since you have gotten home. I’m can’t with it anymore,”

He says crawling on top of you and giving you a stern look. “Don’t let your fucking bad day at work ruin your day with me, ok?” He says expecting an answer from you. “Yes..” You say all flustered while looking up at him, him getting closer and closer to the point where his lips are only a few seconds away from yours. You start to lean up to kiss him and he backs away with a smirk, your lips pulling into a slight frown. “So desperate for a kiss, huh, love?” He says teasingly as he caresses your face slowly. “You want a kiss?” He asks with a grin. “Yes..” You return in a needy tone. “Beg for it since you’re so desperate for it.” He says in a sadistic tone. You look at him with a needy, impatient look. “Do I really have to?” He nods. “Please, can you kiss me, please, I want it so bad, I want you so bad..” Something looks like it clicks in him. “That’s my good girl.”

He says with a hard grin before he dives down to catch your lips in a desperate kiss. Your tongues fight back and forth, drool slipping past both of your lips. He starts trailing his hands up to the hem of your shirt dragging it up and disconnecting the kiss just to get it fully over your head before going back to kissing you aggressively. A soft moan slips out into the kiss from you, him smiling against your lips. “Were you that needy for me to kiss you?” He says pulling away from you. “Bet you’re practically fucking dripping for me, hm?” He says with a smirk. “Can I?” He says with a slight smirk and a look up at you, he starts to un-zip your black business skirt after your desperate nod, the skirt being way too short for his liking.

He grins up at you and then presses two fingers up to your underwear, the pads pressed up to your clothed entrance. You hiss out softly at the contact, you sending a pleading look to him. “What? I’m touching you now, aren’t I?” He says in a teasing tone. You grimace at him, him laughing at your annoyed look. “Smartass.” You say turning your face away from his and rolling your eyes. He takes his fingers away only to move your underwear to the side, slender fingers starting to rub away at your clit causing stimulation to start at once. “Fuck..! Oh, my fucking godd…cheolll” You moan out at the sudden stimulation. “It’s gonna be a real hard time for you if you keep talking back love.” He says bringing his face up to yours, using his other hand to make sure you’re facing him, him wanting you to keep his eyes on him. His eyes piercing deeply into yours. “Does it feel good, love?”

You nod frantically starting to grip at the sheets beneath you. He then crawls down between your thighs, letting them go on both sides of his head. He then dives down onto your folds, slowly slidng his wet muscle up and down between them. You feel a shiver run down your spine, your thighs starting to enclose around his head as his lapping at your cunt gets quicker and more intense, the immense feeling making the feeling of a rope starting to tighten in your lower stomach. You feel something protruding your entrance, your mind in and out of haze every few seconds. You roll your eyes back and let your head hit the back of the pillows, two of his fingers working you open, scissoring and curling up into you. “Please more..” You croak out behind all the haze, you feeling your orgasm getting closer than ever. “Such a good girl, huh?” He says still fingering you, adding one more finger, the fingering getting a bit more faster than before. He leans up and wraps his hand around your throat and starts squeezing it hard, just not hard enough to hurt you, just to the right amount you can handle.

“My good fucking slut, hm?” He says with a hard grin looking down at your fucked out look. You let out a choked-out ‘yes’ while you try to nod as best as you can with your throat captivated by your hand. He removes his hand going back down to your needy cunt that he was fingering. “Fuck, you’re so wet, love.” He says groaning out. He attaches his mouth back to your clit, sucking and nibbling on the hood of your clit, your folds, anywhere his mouth can reach on your pussy. You grip at his hair absent-mindedly holding and pushing his face into your pussy, you feeling your climax creeping up. He laps faster wanting for you to let go, you bucking up into his face with tight thighs around his head. His fingers are rushing in and out of your entrance while his licking and sucking, you finally cumming on his face with shaky thighs and a loud moan.

You take a minute to calm down from the intense climax, him already standing up from your pussy, wiping his mouth off with his arm then taking off the rest of his clothes and yours as well. He gets to his last article of clothes, throwing it to the floor, and looking down at you, coming up to you. He leans down and kisses you, his lip working mercilessly against yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him into you. He pulls away from you panting slightly before bringing his hand up to your mouth. “Spit.” You gather the saliva in your mouth and quickly spit into his hand, him smirking down at you. “What an obedient slut.” He says to you playfully with a grin before bringing the hand to his cock, wrapping the hand with spit around it and stroking it up and down his length slowly, his head being thrown back from the friction. He then lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his tip against your entrance, you both hissing back a moan. “I can tell you’re still gonna be tight, fuck..” He pushes his tip in quite easily due to your wetness, groaning out a curse. He pushes in all the way, letting out a slutty ass moan whilst bottoming out in you.

“Fuck, Please move..” You let out desperately, him starting to move off of his own instincts. He starts at a steady pace, holding onto your waist while pullign in and pulling out of your tight entrance growling out your name slightly. He starts going faster, his hands gripping onto your sides, the sound of skin slapping starting to echo throughout the bedroom. “Please faster, go faster, please cheolie..” You whine out gripping at the sheets under you, starting to feel warmness in your stomach to form. “You feel so fucking good, love..” He says thrusting in and out of you, head thrown back with moans and groans slipping out of his mouth. “Shit,” He mumbles something before giving you your next command. “Hands and knees now babe.” He grits out, you quickly moving to your next position feeling his hands groping your ass cheeks. He slips back inside of you, thrusting hard in and out of you. “I’m going to spank you, and I want you to count every single one, Understand me?” He looks at you with a hard look. You nod softly. “Use your words, love.” He says pulling your hair back to make you look at him. “Yes..” He smirks at you lovingly. He lets go of your hair and then, lays one smack on your ass, not being too hard at first. “One..” You hiss out. He delivers the next two together while slowly starting to move inside of you. “Two..Three..!” You cry out this time, some tears starting to leak from your eyes. “Take it like the good girl you are, love. I know you can do it.” He says, rubbing where he left the last 3 lashes.

“Two more, babe. Count ‘em.” He says with a smirk. He then hits those last two on your ass cheeks specifically harder than the others. You groaning out loudly, your words stuttering out of your mouth. “F..Four, Five!..” He smiles and rubs your cheeks slowly, soothing the pain there before going even faster inside of you with a grin. “That wasn’t so hard was it, love?” He says with a smirk you nodding hesitantly. You grip at the sheets harder feeling a knot start to coil in your stomach, him moaning loudly from his climax easing close as well. “Fuck..I’m gonna come...Please let me come…” You whine out. He groans out another curse. “Go ahead, come on my cock, pretty girl..” He moans out. With that command you grip at your own hair, feeling the knot in your stomach starting to come undone, you moaning out his name with empty pleas, your volume increasing as you finish off on his cock. He groans out as you come, your pussy tightening around him making him come inside of you with a low groan. “Love, fuck!..” He groans out still moving throughout his high, leaning down and turning your head to his making you kiss him.

He pulls away after a few seconds, pulling out of you slowly then, coming down next to you, bringing you into his arms, both of you panting in unison. “You were so good for me, babe..” He says kissing your sweaty forehead with a smile, you look up at him with a tired smirk. You laugh softly stopping abruptly due to your stomach growling a bit. He looks at you with a perplexed look. “Did you eat at work?” You shake your head ‘no’ with a smile. He opens his mouth, gasping dramatically. He gets up lying you down on the pillow underneath you then dashes out of the room and comes back in with your favorite snack and comes in under the covers with you snuggling up to you, you doing the same.

He picks up the remote on the stand next to the bed and turns on your favorite show, letting it play as you snack and snuggle up to him with a smile. Your bad day far out of your mind, and all good thoughts swarmed in your mind as your naked bodies snuggle up together happily. Good riddance, feels.

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OK girl we need some sexy time with pedro × reader . Write it how you like for us💋❤

OKAY the other day I just said to someone that I wasn’t comfortable writing smut and all, but im going to try to go as further as possible. Also, I am listening to “double fantasy” by The Weeknd (oh my god I love him so much) as I write this.

Update: OH MY- OH MY GOD!!!! I can’t believe it!! I dit it!!! And I like it!! Also I didn’t really know if you were actually asking for smut, so I did it anyway. I’m so proud of me for being able to write sexual content. I am still not that comfortable doing it though, but for now it is manageable.

Minors, please do not engage, +18 only!

Warnings: sexual content

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It’s both your day off today. And it’s been like that for almost two weeks. Taking two weeks off was very much needed, knowing all the work you’ve both been doing. You were exhausted, it was the least you could say. The first week, you left. You both really needed to disconnect a little. The second week, you just decided to chill home.

Today was Wednesday, and, not going to lie, you were bored. You got up around 10am, Pedro not so long after.

“What are wee going to do today?” You asked, as you were making coffee for the both of you. Pedro was next to you, leaning on the counter.

“I have no idea” he yawned

“Here” you said, giving him his coffee

“Thank you mama” he smiled. He kissed your cheek, which made you blush. You both headed outside, enjoy the warmth of the sun.

You had lunch around 1pm, then you decided to tan a little while Pedro was reading a book next to you.

“Damn” You heard Pedro say. You were laying on your stomach so you couldn’t really see what he was doing.

“What?” You felt a hand move the strap of your bathing suit a little

“You- how did you tan so fast?” You laughed

“Monoï”

“Mon- what?”

“It’s an oil, that makes you tan faster”

“Wait- you’re literally putting oil on to cook yourself?” you both laughed

“If you say it like that- well yeah”

“Why didn’t you take your top off?”

“What?” You said turning to face him

“You know, not to have strap marks”

“I don’t mind them”

“Oh okay”

“And I’m not really a fan of public nudity”

“Public?” He laughed “who’s there to look at you?”

“Well you, but if I start tanning without the top off here, it’s not to put it back on somewhere else, there’s no point in doing it either way”

“Wh- me? I literally see you naked-” you smirked

“If you just want me to take it off just say it” you sat in front of him. His eyes wondered on your body, obviously on your breasts, then back to your eyes.

“Okay, take it off then” not moving your eyes from his, your hands slowly started to undo the knots of the straps of your bathing suit. First the one on your back, than the one on your neck, which made you top fall off.

“Happy?” His eyes scanned every inch of you. His stood up, and got closer to you. He lifted your chin up.

“Very happy” he smirked. Putting your hands on his waist, you stood up.

“Now it’s my turn to be happy” he smiled. “Take off your shirt” licking his lips, he took his shirt off. “The shorts too”

“Hm hm, it’s not your turn anymore”

“Wh- well that’s not fair, you’re wearing more clothes than m-” he cut you off

“Take the bottom off”

“Only if you take the shorts off first”

“That’s not how it works” you looked at him with a surprised expression

“Oh this is how it is going to work though” you stared intensely at each other. He finally gave in, seeing you were not moving, and took his shorts off. He was left in his underpants, that were showing his bulge. Looking at him up and down, you put your hands on his chest, slowly going down, but Pedro stopped you.

“Cariño, es tu turno” (darling, it’s your turn) oh he went Spanish mode. He knew the effect it had on you. But you also know what it means for him. He is long gone. It made you smirk. Both of your hands on your waist, you slowly took off your the rest of your bathing suit off.

“Bueno, sabes lo que tienes que hacer” (okay, you know what you have to do) you added. He did not expect that one for sure. When he spoke Spanish to you, you could cum right here and then. But it was the same for him. Speaking his native language? Oh my- it was a turn on.

“Qué estás haciendo princesa” (what are you doing princess) he said in a low voice. You smiled.

“Sabes lo que estoy haciendo” (you know what I am doing) you said, your right hand travelling on his chest and stomach, and even playing with the hem of his underwear. And that was it. He couldn’t take it anymore. He put his hands on your waist and grabbed you. It made you squeal. He put you on his shoulders and headed inside the house.

“Oh you want to play? Okay let’s see” he said, slapping you ass at the occasion. Once in the bedroom, he put you on the bed. You were out of breath. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you at the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of you, his hands going higher and higher. “We’ll see how long you can hold” he smirked.

He started kissing your thighs, slowly going up to your core. You straighten up a little so you could look at him. Your right hand went into his hair. He looked at you for a second, then he started to work on you.

“Already wet and I barely touched you.” He said, his hands now traveling on your body, from you breasts, to your waist, and licking your pussy at the same time. Oh he knew what he was doing. You threw your head back, closing your eyes, mouth open. His tongue was perfect.

“P-Pedro please” he stopped for a second, which made you whine a little.

“What was that sweetheart?” You looked at him. He was teasing you.

“Can we skip this and go to the part where you actually fuck me?” You tried teasing too. It could work and send him to the edge too, therefore he would actually fuck you, or, he would take his revenge and make him tease you even more and longer.

“Eres impaciente mi amor” (you are impatient my love) he smirked. He slightly got up to kiss you passionately, while his right hand went to your pussy, continuing what he had started. It made you moan in the kiss. “Yeah that’s it” he said, looking at you taking his fingers. “You’re getting close isn’t it” you kept moaning. “I need you to answer baby doll”

“Y-yes” Your arms started to shake. They couldn’t support you anymore, it was getting too much. Pedro put his left hand on you back, holding you more.

“Not just yet” he said as he started to plant kisses in your neck, making it extremely difficult to contain your orgasm.

“I-I can’t” he suddenly removed his fingers. It made you gasp due to sudden stop and lack of touch. You looked at him, confused and panting. He got up and started to lick his fingers.

“You taste so good” you smirked. He then left to the bathroom. You laid down on the bed waiting for him. You could still feel your orgasm being near, so you started to touch yourself. Biting your lips, you closed your eyes. It felt so good. Pedro saw what you were doing. As much as he liked it, right now, he didn’t want you to cum just yet. You suddenly felt a hand holding yours. “Darling, you know it drives me crazy when you do that”

“What, I can’t play too?” You sat up, and saw that he was holding a condom in his right hand. He smiled at what you said. He opened the condom, while you took his briefs off. After he put the condom on, you laid back on the bed as Pedro placed himself above you.

You placed both your hands on his cheeks, looking at him. You could see the lust in his eyes. Your thumb was caressing his lips. You felt the mood change. As it was playful before, you felt the sexual tension rise even more, but being more sensual then before. You kissed him languorously.

“You’re ready?” He asked you, staring into your eyes. You nodded. “I need words princesa”

“Yes I am ready”

“Stop me if it hurts, at any point” you smiled. He was just too sweet. Despite what you were doing, he would always be very careful with you. You love that about him. You love everything about him. You kissed him again. He slowly entered you, burning sensation spreading all over your body. After a few seconds of adjusting, for the both of you, Pedro started to go back and forth, slowly at first. His head in your neck, he started to moan as well.

“Oh yes- it just- you feel so good” you managed to say between moans. One hand on his back, another in his hair, every part you touched were sending him to the edge. At some point his movements started to get faster meaning he was close. His right hand was working on your clit at the same time, giving you a full experience, and getting you closer each second.

“Wait for me mama” he said, kissing your neck a little, feeling the vibration of his moans against your skin.

“P-Pedro, I-I’m”

“me too” you both climaxed, close to one an other. You were both breathing heavily. You lifted his head, smiling. You kissed him as long as you could. After that, he laid next to you.

“I wouldn’t mind a shower now” you said. It was a hot day, adding the heat from the session, refreshing was a good idea. He looked at you.

“Round 2?” You smiled

“Okay” you got up and went into the bathroom, followed very closely by Pedro. The shower might not be as refreshing as it could be.

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discount-shades · 1 year

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Contract Spouse Prologue

Prologue: The Phone Call

A/N: So I had this idea around the same time I thought of Sleepy Baby and I thought Sleepy Baby would be a one shot and I didn’t want to start anything that would be a series but here we are. Anywho, I’m kinda excited about this story. I even planned it out!

Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader (nicknamed Pip)

Warning: None for this chapter, but probably angst in general.

Summary: Jake gets a phone call.

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“Who’s phone is that?” Phoenix looks down at the phone ringing on the table. The contact picture showed a young woman smiling widely. Bob and Rooster glance over from their game of pool.

“Hangman’s,” Bob says, nodding to where the man in question was buying the next round at the bar.

“Who’s Pip?” Phoenix held the phone up to show the others the picture and contact as the call went to voicemail.

“Hangman’s got a girl?” Rooster walks over suddenly interested. “Since when?”

“I don’t know,” Phoenix glances back at the phone in her hand. Hangman was more of the ‘hit it and quit it’ type. In all the years she’d known him he had never mentioned a relationship. “He’s only ever talked about his mother and sister.” The phone began to ring again, the same name and picture popping up again.

“Answer it!” Rooster urges.

“Don’t answer it.” Bob insists, “It’s not your phone.”

“I’ll answer it,” Rooster makes a wild grab for the phone but Phoenix sticks her hand under his jaw, pushing his face away before hitting accept and putting the phone to her ear. Fanboy and Payback come over to separate the two.

“Hangman’s phone.”

Oh! hi,” the voice on the other side is soft and sounds nervous. “Umm, is Jake there?”

“He’s getting beers right now.” Phoenix answers.

“Ask her how she knows Hangman!” Rooster says excitedly, grabbing at the phone, “Ask her how she knows Hangman!” Phoenix smacks his hands away and covers her other ear, struggling to hear the voice on the phone over the noise of the bar.

“Can you ask Jake to call me back as soon as he can?” The woman is speaking quickly. “It’s important.”

“Can I tell him what this phone call is about?” Phoenix asks. “If I have something to tell him he might call sooner.”

“No, it's fine,” the voice raises several octaves. “Just tell him Pip called. He has my number, of course he has my number. I just called him, and he has it from before.” Nervous laughter carries through the speaker. “Just say Pip called and I have to talk to him, Ok, I’ll let you go…. It’s important, but not like life and death. But I need to talk to him soon. Ok, bye.”

The call disconnects and Phoenix looks at the phone frowning. “She sounded really nervous talking to me.” She glances up at the others who gathered around. “All she said was that she needed to talk to Hangman.”

They all look over to where Hangman had gotten sidetracked and was flirting with a pretty brunette at the bar. “Maybe she is one of his one night stands that he got pregnant.” Rooster guesses. Phoenix frowns, accidents happen but Hangman is not the type to make that kind of mistake.

“She could think you are competition and that's why she didn’t want to tell you who she was.” Fanboy offers. “Yo, what if she thinks you’re his wife?!” All the men oohed at that, excited about the prospect of drama.

“Then I would have answered, ‘Jake’s phone’ and not ‘Hangman’s phone’” Phoenix rolls her eyes when they look disappointed. She glances up to see Hangman making his way over a smug look on his face.

He hands out the beers he bought, “well I’m going to be leaving with that lovely lady there, so you guys behave yourselves and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He winks as he turns to grab his phone from the table. “Did you guys see my phone?”

Phoenix holds the phone up. “Who’s Pip?” Hangman's face shifts from smug, to surprised, to a forced calm in a second but his shoulders are tight, betraying his true emotions.

“Why?” his voice is clipped and he glances around suspiciously at the way everyone is gathered around looking at him.

“She called, I answered,” Phoenix’s answer was flippant but she was watching for any tells over who the mystery woman is. “She said it was important that you called her back quickly.”

When Hangman goes to grab his phone from Phoenix, Rooster grabs it first and holds it back. “Who is she, Hangman?” Rooster is grinning, “our guess was that she was a one night stand that you knocked up.”

Hangman’s calm expression turns hard and he roughly grabs the phone out of Rooster's hand. “She’s not pregnant with my child.” he ground out before quickly walking out onto the deck before pressing the phone to his ear. Phoenix follows everyone else to the window to watch the phone call.

Hangman was standing on the deck in the cool night air, his tense shoulders relaxing after a moment of talking. He then begins to pace, clearly unnerved by what the woman is saying. “It's not good news.” Bob mutters. Phoenix nods in agreement. Hangman doesn’t get worked up. In all her years of knowing him she has never seen him agitated. It was one of the things that made him a good pilot.

But one phone call, to a mystery woman that none of them had even heard of, has him pacing and running his free hand through his perfectly coiffed hair. She frowns at him slumping against the railing and absentmindedly nodding to what is being said on the phone. After speaking some more he hangs up and straightens, shooting them all a glare for not even hiding the fact that they were watching through the glass. Fanboy even waves back.

He walks back into the bar with his shoulders set and forestalls any questions with a brusque, “I’ve gotta go.” Hangman says as he walks back over to the brunette from earlier. Phoenix narrows her eyes as she watches the woman offer her phone for Hangman to enter his number and he shakes his head and declines before nodding politely and walking out the door.

“She was, like, a sure thing and he turned her down.” Fanboy is standing behind her. “Who is this Pip chick?” Phoenix just shrugs.

Coyote walks in a minute later. “What's up with Hangman, he literally ran into me in the parking lot and just took off.”

“He got a phone call from some woman named Pip who needed him.” Rooster pipes up.

Coyote’s jaw drops and he mumbles, “oh shit,” before trying and failing to school his face into not giving anything away.

“You know who she is.” Rooster scrambles around the pool table so he is in front of Coyote. “Come on, don't be shy, tell us everything.” His grin is eager and expectant.

Coyote glances around at everyone watching him and shifts uneasily. “I’m not telling you shit, it's not my business to tell.”

“But you know who this Pip is?” Fanboy asks. “Who names their kid Pip, anyway?”

Coyote just shrugs. “It's not her real name. And if Hangman wants you to know more he will tell you himself.”

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