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hellishjoel · 4 months

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cherry thrill | lights

9.2k / pairing: daddy dom tattoo artist!joel miller x sub virgin f!reader

series masterlist | main masterlist | notifications blog | ko-fi chapter summary: your tattoo artist, joel miller, takes your virginity. chapter warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), no outbreak, implied age gap, swearing, virginity loss, dom&sub dynamics (/not lg), size kink, praise kink, degradation kink, daddy kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, swearing, dirty talk, pet names (princess, bunny, baby girl, sweetheart, etc.), oral (m&f receiving), fingering, protected p in v, joel talks you through it, protective!joel, slight pov switching, reader is described as having no tattoos or piercings, as well as hair, but otherwise no physical description, no use of y/n series summary: Trust and devotion. Ink meets innocence. Your tattoo artist, Joel Miller, shows you what it really means to give up control. Reeling from the loss of your job, you’re running out of options, until a passing comment from Joel and a video camera give you just the right idea. A/N: this was supposed to be a one shot but just like everything else I try to write, I expand on the characters too much for it not to become a series. also, thank you for 2,000 followers, I promise to do something soon to show my appreciation <3 I'm bad at giving thanks and receiving attention so anyway - dividers by @firefly-graphics (thank you, daisy!)

During your first consultation, there was something in the air.

Glances that lasted a few seconds too long, a charged energy replicating that of two strong magnets. You stand frozen in a dark office down the hall from the shop’s main entrance. The walls are painted black. A gallery wall displays different art and posters in gold frames. There’s a large red neon sign with your tattoo artist’s initials, J.M.

Joel Miller.

You sit opposite of him, leg anxiously bouncing and nails subconsciously piercing the chair’s leather arms as he listens silently to your request before his mind starts to work. It doesn’t take much time to draw up an example or two with your guided tweaks and fixes.

Other than the scribble of a graphite pencil, silence falls over you both. And observation takes over.

Joel surrounds himself with scattered drawings on loose paper that litter his desk. You watch the way his eyes screw inward to focus on the sketch he is drawing up. A small vein protrudes from his temple, his jaw shifts from side to side with tension.

He’s a blunt sort of handsome. With harsh edges and lines, jaded and carved with precision like precious marble. It makes your pulse jump a bit in your neck and wrist.

You think your first tattoo should be something special, especially since you’ve waited so long to pull the trigger. He was a bit intimidating like you imagined a tattoo artist to be, what with his brooding demeanor and how he looked you up and down upon taking one step inside his parlor.

Virgin.

That’s what he called your skin, untouched by any ink or piercings.

He didn’t know that it described you down to your core. No one had popped your cherry, taken your virginity, made you theirs. Untouched.

Now, half an hour later and sitting anxiously in his back office, he finishes drawing up the sketch and asks about the precise placement you had in mind.

“I was thinking here,” you mindlessly point to a spot on your upper thigh. There was a level of secrecy to it, in case any future employers cared about that sort of shit.

You can’t help the way your skin vibrates under his touch, when he aids you in taking off your bottoms and runs his calloused palms up the smooth skin of your thighs.

You shakily exhale as he warms you.

You definitely don’t let yourself fantasize that he’s feeling you up, or even think about wanting him to explore every inch of your body. You know he’s just doing his job.

But the way his eyes flick up to yours when he feels the goosebumps he knows he’s created is otherworldly. Like he knows you want him to fuck you. The way your muscles twitch under the warmth of his palm, feeling pliant under his touch. Fuck.

His eyes gleam as his mouth forms into a barely-there smirk.

There was no point in playing coy. Your body changed at the contact and Joel knew it.

It was damn near degrading the way he let you simmer. It set a light inside of you no one had before. So that’s when you knew you’d let him, Joel Miller, take your virginity.

It would be no easy task. You didn’t know how to pursue him, or anyone for that matter. Maybe if you did, you wouldn’t have said virginity.

You try not to stare for too long, but even with his gruff demeanor and silence being second nature to him, he was handsome. A rugged sort of handsome with different facial piercings.

A septum in his nose highlighted its aquiline structure. And a small hoop in his right eyebrow, with greys tickling through like pretty streaks in the hair. It made him look deliciously too old for you. Perhaps that’s what you enjoyed most, though. He was no amateur.

The moment his fingers dipped into your flesh to work on your tattoo's placement, you knew he felt it, too. Supple under his touch. Squishy. Something he could sink his teeth into. Something that obeyed.

“You prepared for the pain, sweetheart?”

His southern drawl is sweet like honey, deep and husky nonetheless.

“I think so.”

Your response is meek. It’s your wavering nerves from having him so close and unsure what the feeling of being tattooed will be like. Joel looks for certainty instead. He insists on it.

“Need ya t’tell me. Not that you think, that you know.”

“I’m sorry. I know so.”

Joel squeezes the back of your thigh fondly, a proud little smile twitching at the edges of his mouth. “Good girl.”

The praise alone was enough to make your thighs sticky with arousal. Joel sent you home that day with an ache between your legs that your fingers had to fix. And you thought about him the entire time.

How his cold tongue piercing would feel against the warmth of your clit. Holding you with his strong, protective arms swirled with black ink. How his staggering dark eyes would look into yours as he fucks you.

But thinking about him wasn’t enough.

You tried to string out the process, anything you could do to fix more time with him. Anything to get his tough palms on your skin.

You fiddled with different placements, opting to show a little skin as you rid yourself of your top and pointed to your ribs during your next appointment.

A breath hitches in your throat as he eyes your bra's innocent pink color. Lacy and pretty. Delicate. He clears his throat and runs his fingers along your side, evidence of his touch causing an effect on you displayed with more goosebumps. Your body could simply not hide the attraction you felt towards him.

“Would hurt. A lot. The ribs move every time you breathe, which makes the tattooing process more painful.” Joel gently cups your side with his large palm and squeezes your ribs, holding you in place as you shakily breathe with the hold he has on you. “Can’t tell ya where to place it, can only advise. Just don’t want such a pretty girl to shed any tears.”

That’s when you knew you could trust him. That even a man as hardened as himself could treat you with such care.

He excuses himself for a moment, opting for more transfer paper and leaving you topless in his private office.

Your ears were ringing, you could hear the quickening beat of your heart. You slowly inch off the portable tattoo table, glancing around Joel’s dark academia-style office.

He’s an enigma, you think, the more you look at his surroundings. Quiet but dark, you knew he was concealing a hidden desire. You hope to unlock it. That he’ll trust you enough just as you trust him.

Articles of clothing start to drop to the floor, one by one. You knew you’d be ambushing him; you didn’t want to scare Joel. So you left yourself in your soft pink-colored bra and panty set. You thought it was classy and cute. Not too forward, but sweet. Definitely planned out, you hope he doesn’t notice.

All your confidence quickly disappears as soon as he comes back in through the door. You could feel your heart slowly sink to your stomach, your lips parting to come up with some sort of reasoning.

“I-I’m sorry,” is all you can think to say. Joel is stilled at the entrance of his office, door still ajar as he blankly stares at the delicate angel standing in the middle of his office.

He clears his throat and finally closes the door, leaving the two of you in silence. You can’t read his expression.

“What do ya think you’re doin’?” He asks, sweet southern drawl dripping with tension as his heavy boots slowly make their way closer to you.

You can only shake your head, unsteady hands concealing as much of your body as possible. You decide to face the mirror, keeping your back to him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Miller, I was just-” Lie. “I was just looking at your full-length mirror to see other placement ideas.”

Joel merely shakes his head, a knowing look in his eyes. “I can tell when you’re lyin’ t’me, baby girl. You wanna try tellin’ me the truth now?”

His tone only makes the ache in your core grow with desire as your pulse quickens under his eyeline.

You feel embarrassed, heat coursing through your body and making you tingle as his stare lingers selfishly, basking in the glory of your figure. You watch with want in the reflection as his eyes stare at the curves of your hips and your ass. A handful, he probably thinks.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxes, moving closer and enveloping you in his musky pine and whiskey scent. It’s almost knowing what he says next. “Tell me what y’want.”

You swallow the lump protruding in your throat before you decide to be honest with him. Like you said, you could trust him. You play with your fingers and pick at the skin by your nails.

“I want you.” You say barely above a whisper.

Joel simply shakes his head, takes another impossible step closer, and cranes his head down to hear you better. His lips and coarse beard hairs tickle at the shell of your ear.

Your eyes close shyly as he speaks again amid your silence.

“Say it again, baby. Can’t hear ya.” His toned front meets your back, forcing a whimper past your lips.

You work up the nerve to take a glance at the two figures in the gold-framed mirror. Perfect opposites. Young, beautiful, a little inexperienced. Older, handsome, sure as hell looks like he knows what he’s doing.

His height looms over you. His eyes are an unknown shade of obsidian and he’s radiating a comforting warmth. Your hand reaches for his, only able to look him in the eyes through the glass as you guide his hand to your hip.

Your thumb rolls across the faded tattoo on the backside of his hand. There used to be a cross there, but it looks to be covered up by some sort of python now. With a shaky sigh, you try again. “I want you, Mr. Miller. I want you to take my virginity.”

You’ve prepared yourself to hear his laughter, a snickering, degrading comment of disbelief. You felt ready to experience shame. But you were wrong.

Joel places his pointer finger under your chin, using his other hand to guide you in his hold to turn and face him. His thumb grazes over your lower lip as he guides your head to tilt up and look at him properly. Your soft eyes meet his lust-driven ones and your heart surges at the sight.

You’ve never seen a man so hungry.

“You want me to take your virginity, little bunny?” He hums seductively. Suddenly, you don’t feel so doomed. It’s placed with a little bit of eagerness now. You wanted your spoils.

“Yes. Want you to do whatever you desire with me, I’ll do anything you want.” You sound like a devoted cult member, but the energy you feel is undeniable. You’re sure you’ve soaked through your panties at this point.

Slowly but surely, Joel begins to nod. He’s mulled it over and he’s made up his mind.

“Whatever I desire, huh?” He tuts almost degradingly. Your nod of enthusiasm makes his blood rush.

He hesitates, untrusting of his own words.

“Want you to call me Daddy,” He starts haphazardly, gauging your reaction. “Think you can do that, sweet girl?”

Your wide eyes soften, a notch of confusion knotting your eyebrows.

“You- what?”

“Want you to call me daddy. Want you to be a good little girl for me and hop up on that desk. Can ya do that for me, princess?” His chin juts up and signals toward his office desk.

The swirling in your stomach just won’t stop.

“Go on now.” His orotund voice projects his instructions. You back up a few paces until you feel the cool metal of his desk hit your backside, slowly moving to sit on it with hidden excitement and a shiver up your spine.

You do want to be good, if there’s anything you want in this world right now, it’s to play along and be good for him. Knowing he would take care of you was making you leak.

His fingertips delicately touch your skin, starting at your wrists and moving upwards to the straps on your bra. He’s intimidating to look at, so you fixate on something behind him. But it doesn’t help when he clouds your vision. Even his aroma, from the smoke of his cigarettes to the musky spruce cologne, was putting you in a tailspin.

You don’t anticipate the way your body moves for him. His hands skim to the back of your bra, and your spine straightens. It makes the right side of his mouth twitch up into a smirk.

“Nervous?” He belittles.

Your long lashes innocently flutter, you think you might be doing it on purpose. You sort of like playing along.

“A little… Daddy.” You test cautiously, the word tangling on your tongue. But it’s unforgettable the way his eyes light up at the name. You find yourself already willing to do whatever it takes to recreate that signature look of his.

Joel hums appreciatively, thumb making minuscule circles over your chin. “I’ll take care of ya. Ya know that. Or else you wouldn’t have chosen me.”

All you can do is nod. Because he knows that your selection process was a real thing. You had danced around it once during your first consultation when he asked if you had a boyfriend. All you could feel was heat rising to the back of your neck, shy eyes evading his warm brown orbs.

“No, definitely not.”

“What’d’ya mean definitely not? You’re a pretty girl.”

You shrug in a noncommittal way. “I’ve never had to really worry about stuff like… boyfriends. Or girlfriends. Any of that sort of stuff.”

His eyes flicked up to yours in an instant, a mutual understanding of your underlying words. “I see. I understand, angel.”

Joel works your bra off with one hand, you gasp as you feel the material loosen around your body. His opposite hand taps at the top of your thigh. You’re all too aware you are eagerly sitting half-naked on his desk.

“Open.” He directs, voice laced with smoke.

You nip at your lower lip and slowly inch your clamped-shut thighs open for him. He instantly makes eye contact with the wet, dark little circle that’s ruining the pristine innocence of your panties.

He decides not to make fun of it, but it’s truly a compliment. Your adoration for him. “This all for me, angel?”

You work up a few quick nods. Now that he was so close, you wanted him to hurry the hell up.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

You feel heat tingle at the sides of your neck. This would be your first time really talking like this with someone. He made it feel safe to talk so dirty. To try, to learn.

“Yes, daddy.”

You can’t deny how proud you feel to be the reason a certain warmth brightens in his eyes and on his smirk. You did that, you pleased him. Little did you know how he’d thank you for it.

“You said you’re a virgin? Hard to believe.”

A shaky sigh leaves your parted lips as his warm palms slowly pull your bra down, revealing your breasts to him. “Just never found anyone I really trusted or liked enough.”

He mutters something quiet in understanding, all too distracted by how damn pretty you look.

Joel is silently observing your body, he can’t help but want to touch the delicate flower in front of him. A gasp leaves your parted lips as his calloused hands come up and cup your breasts. He starts to squeeze, and a happy little whimper leaves your mouth with a small smile.

“I like that.” You tell him, hoping it improves your chances that he’ll do it again. Which he does.

“Good.” He compliments, pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, turning them into peaks that send electricity down your spine.

A sweet and experimental moan leaves your lips. Joel stands between your parted legs and you feel his erection for the first time against your skin. You can tell by the shape protruding through his pants that he’s a large man, already thick and swollen for your taking.

“No one’s ever been inside of you?” He damn near growls, raising an eyebrow after the beat he offers you to answer.

You shake your head again. “I’ve tried my fingers, but I’m sure it’s not the same.”

A scoffy little breath echoes out of his nose. “No, not quite. Lay back for me, bunny.” His hands release your breasts, pebbled nipples left abandoned as you slowly move down onto your elbows and then onto your back.

There was a sudden peak of anxiety, not being able to fully see him. But perhaps this was the point, to fully surrender yourself under his touch. To trust him.

His rough hands grip the sides of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. He gets about halfway down your thighs before you quickly sit up on your elbows again.

“Joel?” Your voice anxiously chirps.

He stops, eyes flicking up to you from your cunt still concealed by your sticky thighs.

“We can stop,” He says before you can explain. “S’okay if you’re not ready.”

“No, no, that’s not it, God, that’s not it,” You rid his worries, feeling your chest quickly rise and fall under his all of a sudden protective gaze.

“I uh-... I know you don’t owe me this, we’re not together, but… can you talk me through what you’re doing? I want to learn, and I can tell you’re experienced, I know it’s a lot to ask but-”

“S’not too much to ask.” He quickly intervenes, gently taking your hands and guiding you to sit up fully once more. Your soft eyes graze over all the layers he’s still wearing, and suddenly you’re reminded how naked you are.

“Use your voice, sweet girl. Can tell you wanna say somethin’. This is your time.”

The sentiment means a lot. It is your time, your first time, and just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean it should be any less special. So you decide to make it your time, the way you want it.

“Can you take your clothes off too? And is the door locked?” You trail off upon seeing his amused smirk.

“Go on.” He nods again, letting you list your needs and wants.

“And can you kiss me, please, Daddy?” You ask more softly than the rest of your demands. You know that kissing is romantic, but you think it might help settle you. Pull you back from drifting away, keep you here with him.

He watches you for a moment, a bemused grin on his lips before he gently cradles your face. “The door’s locked. I’ll take my clothes off. And I’ll kiss you as many times as you like as long as you keep askin’ that nice.”

For the first time during your interaction, your face lights up with a smile. It’s small, it’s thankful, but it’s there. There was an undeniable connection you shared with Joel, it made you feel safe under his curious eyes.

With his large hands cupping either side of your jaw, he leans down while simultaneously guiding your chin up as your lips meet. It’s gentle at first, soft. His mouth tastes like a cigarette, it’s oddly intoxicating and you find yourself wanting more.

You know how to make out at the very least. So when you gently bite down and tug on Joel’s lower lip, both of your eyes open as a throaty little groan escapes him.

He kisses you a little harder this time, hands falling to your hips as he pulls you closer so your fronts align. The force makes your lips part and Joel takes the opportunity to let his tongue invade your mouth. He moves fluently to explore, both of you falling into a sweet lull as your bodies meld into one.

Inadvertently, he hooks his pointer finger into your panties halfway down your thighs and finishes pulling them to your ankles. They land somewhere on the floor in a pile of your other clothes.

Unbeknownst to you until he took his hands off your body to pluck open his belt do you realize how you were on fire for him.

You wonder while he pushes down his trousers and tugs off his shirt if he’s ever slept with a virgin before. If you’d be his version of a first time just like he’d be yours. No, not his first ever, you weren’t that foolish. But maybe you could teach him a thing or two as well.

There’s no way to mask your surprise when he pushes down his boxer briefs, the dark band revealing all that was underneath. His half-hard cock raises towards his stomach, rosiness fluttering at his tip. You were pleasantly surprised to find that it was a little hooked, deliciously curving upwards.

With a new sense of confidence, your hand reaches forward and you start to shift your hand up and down his length. Joel’s quiet grunt shatters your thoughts. He gently cups the side of your neck and twirls a piece of hair around his finger.

Joel takes your hand off his cock and you worry you’ve done something wrong already. He holds it palm-side up and nods encouragingly. “Spit on your hand, baby.”

He nods after you look up at him with shy, blown-out eyes. But you obey.

You spit into your hand and let him guide your hand back around his member. That seems a lot better. He glistens with your spit and you have the urge to keep shocking him with your confidence.

You lean forward and directly spit onto his tip, looking up to see his approving little smirk.

“Fuck- That’s- mmm, that’s good, angel,” he sighs with a certain happiness, loving the feeling of getting his cock taken care of. “Feels real good.”

The praise sets off a million pistons in your brain, feeling yourself scrabble off the desk, dropping to your knees as you continue to pump him.

He’s heavy in your hand, and you gently lean forward to give sweet kisses to the tip. You swallow the lump in your throat before parting your lips, taking the head of his cock into your mouth. He’s salty, musky, but not dirty. In fact, he was rather well-kempt in his nether regions.

You force yourself deeper and Joel already has his hands in your hair to pause you.

“Woah, slow your roll, pretty girl.” He says with shortened breaths. Heat floods your body, you hate being so new to this.

Joel continues to stroke your hair back, gently gliding a thumb up your cheekbone before he cradles one side of your face. “I see you gettin’ all shy, I know this is your first time, but I’ll teach you the basics. And no one’s perfect on their first try, okay? So just get that thought outta your head now.”

Your chest swells at his eagerness to relax you, so you nod gently and lean in to kiss the base of his stomach in appreciation. The right side of his mouth tilts up as he swipes his thumb across your plump bottom lip, a silent thank you for the kiss.

“You’re a real good girl, you know that?” A bigger smile breaks across your lips and you eagerly tug on his cock with eagerness. Joel sighs, already in defeat at how you’re willing to get it right for him, to learn, to listen. To obey.

“You’re gonna wanna relax your jaw,” his fingers guide you, your lips parting and letting your jaw drop lower, lower, lower for him. “And the whole part is to suck, not just put your mouth on it, okay, peaches? So hollow your cheeks, no teeth, and only go as far as you feel comfortable.”

You shake off your nerves and clear your throat, feeling your mouth fill with spit intended for him. You place your hands on the back of his thighs, feeling the dark hairs under the pads of your fingers.

Slowly, you wrap your mouth around his tip once more. You swirl your tongue around him, adoring the way he hisses when you glide your tongue across the slit leaking a salty substance.

Over the introduction, you try to take him down your throat properly. And he’s a mouthful, literally. He’s a lot. But you try to just enjoy that there’s no real pressure.

A lot of saliva starts to build in your mouth, and you swallow it around him. You’re awestruck when he lets out a low moan, strong hands weaving through your hair and lightly tugging. Your eyes flutter up to him through your lashes, and he’s looking at you so deliciously.

You can tell he wants to fuck your mouth, holding his hips back from really letting you have it. And maybe he could do that to you someday, but for now, today was slow. And Joel knew that too.

Joel gently tucks your hair back, your lips suctioning around his length before he drags you back towards him, indicating for you to start moving, to bob your head.

It takes a few tries, but you really feel yourself going further down his cock. You breathe through your nose, but it’s hard when you’re trying not to gag around him. Finally, after little to no error, you slip up. His tip unexpectedly hits the back of your throat and you gag around him. Joel must feel your whole body tense with anxiety because he’s quick to gently hush and console you. Your eyes well up with tears, but your first instinct is to keep him inside your mouth and swallow around him.

A long, low groan leaves Joel’s mouth, a compliment to your first big challenge.

“Holy fuck,” he pants, weaving his fingers into your hair and fisting eagerly to keep himself grounded. “You’re doin’ so fuckin’ well, princess, you have no idea, fuck,” he grins. “Try using your hands on what you can’t take, come on, baby.”

You can feel yourself physically gush at his compliments, your stomach swirling with a newfound desperation. To please.

With new instructions, you work your hand at his base and pump up and down with the rhythm of your mouth. You worked on gently squeezing and releasing your hand, making Joel go slack-jawed as a husky groan leaves the back of his throat. Sucking and licking and bobbing your head in earnest, he’s already twitching in your mouth.

“You’ve done this before baby,” his voice drips with a smirk, pulling yourself off for some deep breaths and a few desperate swallows.

“Haven’t, promise, Joel,” You coo with a proud little smile, your voice thick and wrecked as you continue to pump his cock in the absence of your mouth.

Joel lets your hair go and guides your hand off his cock before helping you up from the floor.

Your face is obviously written with disappointment, you could have continued. You sort of wanted to continue despite the ache hanging around in your jaw.

“You were gonna make me come, don’t wanna come yet, angel,” Joel pants weakly, ducking down and connecting your lips. You’re a little taken aback. Not by the kiss, but by the fact you already had him nearly ready to finish.

“Really?” You murmur hopefully against his mouth, wishing he wasn’t just saying it to compliment you.

The way that his features started to twitch and his tummy and chest fluttered with his jagged breathing, it would have been quite a sight to see him finish. Maybe he would have even done it right on your tongue. The thought alone gives you goosebumps.

Your insides swirl as he licks inside of your mouth and gently runs his tongue along your bottom lip, moving you back towards his desk. You hop up without his instruction, feeling him smirk against your pouted mouth.

“Now you’re gettin’ a hang of things.” He murmurs into your mouth, carrying on where he had left off before, sinking down to his own knees at the edge of the desk and positioning your feet to rest up on the edge. He seems to stare at the glistening arousal you’ve been creating for the last hour straight.

That nervous feeling settles in your stomach, completely bare and open for him. A shocked gasp leaves your mouth, not prepared for him already to be diving into your pussy.

The breadth of his tongue slowly swipes up the center of your core, purposely flicking off of your clit and making you yelp at the contact. His cold tongue piercing against your sensitive bundle made a shiver shoot up your spine.

He gently smirks as he places a sweet kiss on the inside of your thigh. “You’re jumpy, kitten. Take a breath. Wanna make you feel real good.”

You let out a shaky sigh and move off your elbows, back flat on his desk as your eyes slowly drift close. Then, as he starts to truly taste you, learning you and what you like, it’s unexpected how much you enjoy it. It never really dawned on you that some people truly enjoy eating pussy, but Joel Miller sure does.

Your broken little whimpers and strung-out moans turn into writhing on his desk under him. He was such an expert, meticulously swirling his tongue around you and suckling your clit into his mouth.

It didn’t take long for your fingers to wind up into his hair as his shoulders lay bracketed between your thighs. It was heavy, it was stomach-twisting, in fact, it was rolling through you like a storm. The it in question was your first oral orgasm.

“J-Joel,” you gasp, your jaw dropping down as he slowly prods the tip of his finger at your entrance.

“Need to get you ready for my cock, sweet girl, keep focusing on how good you feel,” he encourages. Your face pinches as his finger slowly sinks into your entrance, but you realize how grateful you are for all the extra spit and arousal Joel has provided.

It doesn’t necessarily hurt, it’s a weird ache at first. But then his finger starts to slowly pump inside of you, and it’s a new craving. Especially with the way his tongue moves around your clit, the pistons in his brain firing all to figure out what you like.

Do you like when he flicks your clit with his cold metal piercing?

“Ohmygod-” you gasp.

Do you like when he swirls his naughty tongue around you in tight figure eights?

“Joel, please,” you say, needing more.

Did you like it most when he suckles around your sweet bud?

“Joel!” You cry out, tugging tighter at his hair, not sure if you want to tug him closer for more or push him away because it feels too good.

“O-Oh, oh my god.” Lying still was a foreign thing to you now, all you could do was wiggle and grip your fingers into his hair, tugging harshly as he grunted against your core in enjoyment.

He actually likes pleasing you, he likes tasting you! It’s a compliment without words as your eyes dip close and your head digs back into the desk.

Suddenly, your stomach starts to drop like you’re on a rollercoaster. You’re not unfamiliar with the feeling of an orgasm, but this, oral, it hits differently.

“Fuck,” you curse unexpectedly, making Joel cock up an eyebrow as he glances up at you. All you can do is watch as his mouth suckles harder around you, his finger pumping faster and adding a second.

Because if there’s anyone in this world that can break you out of your shell, Joel wants it to be him.

Now you’re really aching for him, wishing that it was his cock slotted between your walls, pushing you towards euphoria.

“Know you wanna come for me angel,” his fingers quirk upwards in a come here motion, and a long, strung-out moan of his name leaves your lips.

God forbid any of the shop’s workers or clients hear you, but you can’t think of a singular reason to care right now.

Your walls flex and squeeze around Joel’s two fingers, truly feeling the stretch as you come around his digits. It leaves you a whimpering mess on his desk, hot pants leaving your pretty lips.

Joel is in heaven, lapping you up and moaning against your core as your clit starts to twitch with the overstimulation. His hands squeeze at the flesh of your thighs before he sits up and kisses up your body, his own lips meeting yours. He’s hungry, and you’re still bouncing back. But you want it so bad, and you’re so close to finally having it.

“Joel, I’m ready.” You coo, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He breathily laughs and pecks your lips once more, tasting your own arousal and making you feel warm inside.

“Desperate for my cock, ain’t that right, pretty girl?”

God, he was such a menace with his mouth. Your adorably shy grin is all the answer he needs. But you give him one anyway, because he likes when you talk like that with him.

“Yes, daddy, I just wanna feel it already,” you try out, Joel’s lust-filled eyes meeting yours as white-hot heat spills into your stomach.

“I’ll give it to ya, baby girl. Wanna give that tight little virgin pussy my cock, don’t want anyone else to have ya. Mine.” Joel huskily grunts, a choked moan leaving your lips.

Joel reaches past your head and to the drawer on the other side of the desk. He jimmies it open and searches his hand around blindly. He flips open his wallet and pulls a small square foil package from the slot.

Oh, duh, a condom. In all your excitement, you sort of forgot to be safe. But you’re glad he was prepared.

You watch with adoration on your features as Joel lifts the condom to his lips, pearly teeth ripping the foil off but not hurting the condom. His other hand rests sweetly on your hip, thumb running soothing circles into your pretty skin.

It’s a soothing feeling, one that he doesn’t have to do, but he does because he’s being considerate and maybe even a little protective. You gently lay your hand on his forearm, fingers tracing fresh black ink and older green ink on his arm’s sleeve.

A shaky sigh leaves your lips as he uses both hands to glide the condom down his shaft. It’s nearly invisible, the way it’s so thin and tightly wrapped around his cock. Besides the band that rests at the very bottom of his shaft. He grumbles something incoherent, probably his annoyance with the fussing of the condom and how tight it probably felt around him.

You take in a shaky breath and nod at him once he comes to rejoin your centers.

“You’re sure you’re ready for this? Don’t wanna wait for someone y’love? Or trust? Or just... Anybody but me?” Joel’s face is pinched with genuine concern.

You smile softly and gently cup his cheek. “I do trust you. It takes a lot of trust to allow someone to alter your body forever with a tattoo. So, you’re giving me a tattoo, and you’re taking my virginity. You’re sort of doubling down for me right now, honestly.”

Joel flashes a genuine little smile. It’s the most you’ve said consistently all day with him, even with a little drip of sarcasm and wit.

“Okay. But ya gotta say it.” He says more seriously.

“I’m ready, Daddy. Want you to make me feel good. I know you can.” You can already feel yourself picking up his dirty talk. It makes your smile twitch as you gently grip both of his forearms, his hands spreading your thighs open for him.

He enters the space, his heavy cock resting over your core and slowly slipping up and down your wet folds.

You let out an unexpected little scoff as he grinds himself down against you, your arousal soaking the condom. He holds himself at his base and taps his tip down against your already throbbing clit, making you hiss out a desperate whine.

“M’not usually this… gentle.” He admits through gritted teeth. You’re sort of shocked by that. Sure, he has a rough and tough exterior, but he’s treated you with such delicacy that you assumed he was like this all the time.

“So, what are you usually like?” You pose, your breath hitching in your throat as one of his hands abandons your thighs and guides his tip from your clit to your entrance, up and down, several times. Your thighs twitch impatiently. Your entrance squeezes around nothing.

“M’just... not this gentle,” is all he can say without breaking into a bemused smile.

“Yeah? Maybe you can show me next time what you’re really like.”

Joel playfully scoffs as his face starts to pierce with concentration. “Not sure if you can handle it, kitten.”

“I’m sure I-” your words are cut off by a loud gasp, your lips parting as his tip penetrates your walls. You’re phased for a moment before you gulp and recollect yourself. You whimper, louder and louder as he pushes on, watching Joel move with such caution.

He really is holding back, you think. You wonder what he’s like when he can just fuck how he pleases.

“Baby,” Joel’s voice breaks your concentration. “Breathe.”

A loud huff of air leaves your mouth that you hadn’t even realized you were holding in. The ache in your hips and core only builds with tension as Joel pushes on, his length and girth surely parting your tight walls.

“So fuckin’- tight.” He says with gritted teeth, his fingers piercing into the delicate flesh of your outer thighs, making you whimper.

“Joel,” you quietly cry for him, tears threatening to spill at the pain. It’s just- a lot. It’s a lot for your first time, and maybe you wouldn’t have signed up if you knew what he was packing, but in a weird way, you loved it. He felt made for you.

“M’here, angel, look at me.” In all the excitement and overwhelming feelings of pain and pleasure, you hadn’t even noticed you were clenching your eyes closed. You slowly peek them open, greeted by his heavenly features.

“There’s my girl.” He compliments, warmth and sweetness shooting through your body.

“Fuck,” you say, your voice a bit wet as Joel comes down closer to aid you. He’s all the way in now, you can feel his balls flushed against your sopping wet cunt.

The arousal helps, the condom sort of doesn’t but it’s fine, that’s life, you think. You’re torn between pain and pleasure. Honestly, you just feel so fucking full.

He tells you between breathy pants that he would have used lube if he had any, but he didn’t, and he’s sorry, and his pretty voice starts to turn into static with how fucking good he feels inside of you.

“You’re doing so good for me, angel,” he praises, sponging a few kisses along your cheeks and tasting your salty tears. You feel like some weak pathetic being under him. He’s been sweet, but you’re sure he’s just treating you like he found a wounded animal.

“Move, Joel, please” you weakly demand, lassoing your arms around his neck and holding him close to you.

“No.” He says through gritted teeth. “Just-” he pauses and takes a deep breath, knowing that you’re dealing with a million emotions right now as he’s trying to breathe around the death grip you have on his cock. “Just wait a minute, sweetheart, let yourself adjust.”

A pouty, bratty sigh leaves your lips as you continue to blink away tears. You eventually nod and he only smiles adoringly as he returns to kiss at the tears.

Your senses are spiked. You can smell his cologne, feel each gristle of hair from his salt and pepper beard. It’s erotic how much more you can feel while at the edge of your emotions.

One of your hands roams into his darling chocolate curls, instinctually going to gently scrape your nails delicately against his scalp. You’re sweetly surprised to hear him mutter a sweet little moan just for you against the shell of your ear.

Your hands flutter across dark tattoos on his shoulders and arms, your blurry vision trying to make out the shapes as you trace a pretty angel on his upper bicep.

Joel Miller was inside of you. Joel Miller has taken your virginity. The hottest man you’ve ever set your eyes on is fucking you at his place of work, on his desk. And you convinced him to.

Joel was right. The pain, ache, and burn slowly turned into a real yearning for him to move. It felt like what was right, a certain neediness to be filled and fucked.

“Daddy,” you whisper more sweetly this time, more to your character. “Please fuck me, you feel good now, I can take it. Promise.”

It takes him a moment to gather himself as well, smiling sweetly as he keeps his mouth by your breasts where he is sucking a gentle hickey into your soft skin. Color flushes to the area, feeling his teeth gently nibble on the spot before he finally lifts off.

Marking you, you think. It makes another gush of arousal flood your core, liquifying your spine as you become putty in his hands.

His mouth twitches in a small smile as he captures your lips. Unbeknownst to you, the sweet kiss was just a distraction.

Joel slowly began reeling his hips back which was a whole new sensation. His strangled moan harmonized with the gasp you let out into his mouth, moaning out the breath you were holding as he plunges himself fully back inside your warm cunt.

You whimpered weakly, needy and anxiously happy, you wanted more. More, more, more.

“Oh- my god,” you whimper, feeling him start a steady rhythm inside of you. Your jaw slowly drops and your eyes flutter closed, feeling your tits start to lightly bounce every time his hips perfectly align with your own.

“So goddamn tight, still,” he grunts each word, forehead against yours as he watches your face unfold with a million reactions.

Something primal switches in Joel, knowing he’s the first one to do this sort of stuff with you.

It’s strangely possessive and arrogant, he knows it, but being the first man you trust to fuck you properly was feeding his ego. You’re a beautiful young woman with big doe eyes who waltzed into his shop and insisted he rail you, take your sacred first, talk you through it, and carry you through this dark and fearful forest.

You trusted him. He wouldn’t break that bond.

You came here wanting something, knowing how to get it. You came here asking, and Joel was open to teaching. The last thing he wanted was for some asshole to hurt you, something your sweet nature couldn’t afford was poison.

Maybe he could teach you more, if you wanted. If he offered you an invitation to his world, would you take it? He only shared a slice of his lifestyle with you today, would the rest scare you, or entice you?

Joel can’t help the way his hips buck faster at his thoughts, a little sob leaving your lips. He’s absent, just for a moment, feeling your skin slap against his as he holds you down and fills you fully. His tip hits your cervix for the first time and heat floods your stomach as you cry out his name.

“Shit,” he panics and quickly comes back to his senses, wide eyes meeting your bleary ones, “you okay, angel? M’sorry” Joel whispers, returning to his original rhythm.

“Yes-yes, fuck, please keep going, keep doing that, I can’t believe how good it feels.”

Joel weakly smirks, proud to see you taking him so well.

The desk squeaks and juts with each of his heavy thrusts, that’s how you know it’s fucking good. You came here wanting to lose your virginity, but now that you’ve unwound Joel Miller, you want him to fucking rail you.

Licking your lips, you lean up and pepper kisses up his wirey jawline, feeling the patch of hair that fades out and then back in again. He’s so sweet right now, but you wonder what he was talking about before. What was he when he wasn’t gentle? How good would rough feel? Would you like it? Maybe you could learn, explore, adventure. Surely Joel with his experience could be a guiding light.

You watch with glittery eyes as Joel pulls his head off yours and licks across the pads of his fingers.

“What are you- shit,” you whimper as his fingers start circling your clit, taking a moment to find your sweet little rhythm, one that somehow matches his hips. Now, your skin is slapping and it’s echoing around the room. Your moans are louder and uncontrollable, as are Joel’s. Your hips ache but you don’t find the will to care, he feels like fucking heaven.

His cock is somehow inching deeper, as if your walls have decided to invite him in further, where he hits this perfect little spot inside of you that makes you squeak Joel’s name with robbed breaths.

You’re not sure if you can hold on much longer, your stomach starts to swirl as all the knots inside your belly begin to untie themselves.

You brace Joel at his shoulders and look into his eyes as you moan his name. A certain hunger flickers behind his dark brown orbs. His jaw clicks and he starts fucking you in earnest, filling you up each time as his hips snap with vigor. He feels fucking amazing, piercing your walls and marking you as his.

“Joel-”

“Say what I wanna hear, baby,” he rasps. You quickly nod and gulp.

“Daddy, please, I-I’m so close,” you moan sweetly as your head digs into the desk, jutting your chin up and arching your back. Joel takes full advantage of your breasts in his face, burying his nose in between them and nipping at the sensitive flesh, nearly making you yelp.

“M’right there with you, angel baby, come for me,” he insists breathlessly.

His hips were losing their precision, going buck-wild, so you knew he was close. But he was holding out for you.

You clench your eyes closed, feeling yourself lose all control. Your heart races in your chest, beat thrumming in your throat as you hold Joel against your front as his hips continue to snap and fill you. You don’t know what to do with your mouth, so you feverishly land your lips on his and make him mask the moans of your orgasm.

Joel’s groan echoes loudly into your mouth as you gasp against his lips. Your walls clench eagerly around his cock as he spills into the condom.

It’s blinding, deafening even. Your face goes slack and your eyes see stars. You think you might be shedding a tear or two because Joel is cupping your face kindly, thumbs swiping under your eyes as he encourages you out of your haze.

“Lemme see those eyes, pretty girl,” he pants sweetly, watching for any sign of doubt. But he wouldn’t find any.

You’re not so sure where he starts and you begin, your mind is so fuzzy.

A soft hum leaves your lips as you soothingly run a hand through his dark hair again, gently stroking the longer curls away from the sheen on his forehead. Both of you were so warm, it felt like a fire was set between you two. When you curl a strand around your finger, you weakly smile as it coils back up and bounces.

“How was your first time, angel?” Joel pants, still buried balls deep inside of you. Your hips ache, but part of you wasn’t ready for him to pull out yet.

“I can’t believe I finished twice.” You admit with a shy smile, running a thumb up his cheekbone and glancing up at his eyebrow piercing. He notices you staring but keeps his eyes on your own.

“Did it hurt?”

He shakes his head.

“What about the one in your nose?”

He shakes his head again, this time with a smile.

“Or your tongue?”

This one made him ponder before he finally gave a light shrug.

“You don’t remember the pain after a while. Just like tattoos. The pain is temporary.”

Your mouth tilts in a lopsided smile, feeling messy with both of your spillages still puddled around your centers.

Joel grunts as he slowly stands up from his bent-over position on the desk, pulling himself out of you and tying up the condom before he tosses it into the waste bin.

You whine quietly to yourself as you close your legs. It hurts a little more now. Your hips and your core, a certain soreness. Or maybe it was missing him already.

“Oh,” you whisper, starting to feel a little bit of leakage glide down your thigh. “Joe, do you-”

“Course,” Joel says assuringly, hands already on a towel as he neals down and gently glides the material up the inside of your thigh. You bite down on your lip as he cleans you up with the soft towel and a little bit of water.

You glance around the sterilized room and realize he’ll probably have to scrub this place down for the most part. Whoops.

You’re slow to dress. Joel’s already buttoned his pants by the time you find your panties. He snickers quietly and helps you dress with a smirk.

It’s not awkward like you feared it would. It sort of felt like you guys were friends. Then, something sort of unexpected happens.

Joel fondly strokes a hair out of your face, pushing it behind your ear and smoothing out the little knots he had caused while fisting your hair during his blowjob. He’s soft and gentle with you. It makes you oh so curious what he looks like when he’s not soft and gentle.

You sigh softly as you look at yourself in the mirror. You sort of felt proud, like you’d be a whole new person leaving the shop today. Even without a tattoo.

“Joel, I don’t want anyone to see me leaving your office.”

“That ashamed of me, huh?” He scoffs at you playfully, running his hand up and down his chest hair before he finally throws on his shirt. “I have the back office, so we can just go out that door.” He juts up his chin to behind you and you follow his eyeline. “Goes to the alley behind the shop.”

You note the dark green painted exit door, and you’re thankful you don’t have to parade through the front of the shop or go past any other clients.

The gentleman that he is, Joel walks you to your car as dusk settles in, marking the sky an orange and red horizon.

“I gotta clean up the shop and close. You gonna be okay until I see you next?”

You nod meekly, a sweet smile on your face that twinges with a little shyness. “I’ll be okay. I still need that tattoo.” You tease to which he grins.

“You do. I’ve worked real hard on it, so you better come back an’get it.”

You nip at your lower lip as he stays guarded by your window, like a handsome pierced, and tatted bodyguard.

It’s itching at you too much to let it go. You’re just too curious. “M’not this gentle.”

“Yeah? Maybe you can show me next time what you’re really like.”

“Not sure if you can handle it, kitten.”

You gulp and clutch his hand before he fully stands up to walk away from your car. “You’ll show me again sometime? Like you said?”

Your eyes glimmer with a certain hopefulness, but his own seem to harden out of caution.

It was just insane that he knew so much more than you. You wanted to unlock all forms of pleasure you were comfortable with. You like that he was holding something back.

You were wet clay in his massive hands, he could mold you to his liking. You could learn his pleasures, his kinks, what unravels him beyond repair. You could learn a thing or two about yourself in the process.

Joel sighs.

“You don’t know what you’re askin’ for.” He warns, lips crooked in a snarl. His eyes beg for you not to want him, not to want this.

But nothing set your nerves on fire like seeing him in control of you, just that brief second where his eyes flashed from amber to black and he fucked you like nothing or no one was stopping him. What if you gave it all up to him?

Submissiveness dances behind your eyes, and Joel’s a sucker for that sweet look on your face. He debates if this is what you really want, or if it’s something else. He can’t deny he enjoys the trust you put in him.

Joel quietly sighs with hesitation, eyes the way your small hand desperately holds his before he finally squeezes back.

“You don’t know how t’take no for an answer, do ya?” He asks, a small smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth. “That’ll have to change.”

You grin and nod, biting down on your lower lip as you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Joel takes notice, not wanting to see you in any sort of discomfort, especially from something he caused.

“Take some pain medicine and relax tonight, angel. You were perfect.”

Your heart swells at the compliment, the appreciation, the care. He gently pats your window a few times before standing up straight and backing up from your car, moving back towards the dark green exit door. “I’ll see you soon.”

Driving away, you’re giddy with excitement of the unknown. It was a dark path you wanted to pursue. And maybe it was fucking stupid how you could trust a complete stranger like this, how none of your past partners felt worthy of your first time, but the tattooed and pierced old southern gentleman did. It was fucked. But you were sort of fucked for Joel Miller.

You hum to the radio as you experience pure adrenaline, thumb gliding over the raised numbers on his business card. You glance down and notice a small stamp of a fern in the top right corner, adjacent to his name and professional title.

The Obsidian Gallery

Joel Miller

Senior Tatoo Artist

You can’t explain how your heart inadvertently races as you remember flashes of his hips rutting into yours, those same delicate fern leaves decorating the front of his hips. You were so fucked for Joel Miller.

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 3 months

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Baby Blues || Young President!Coriolanus Snow x reader

Summary: motherhood has not been kind to you, neither has Coriolanus.

Warnings: r is implied to be young, toxic, mean Coryo, r experiencing post-partum depression,

Wc: 794

A/n: I’m always gravitating to write these type of coryo fics for some reason…. I hope you like them! Apologies for lack of Tom Blyth/Coryo content, I promise I have some coming!!

You sat in the sunroom, the weight of your 5 month old daughter on your hip, while Coriolanus read his newspaper, seemingly unfazed by his daughter’s cries that filled the room.

Your hands shakily pick up the delicate china tea cup, bringing it to your lips and taking few sips.

You stared at nothing in particular, feeling the weight of both youth and motherhood. You subconsciously start to bounce your leg, all while your daughter wails in your arm, begging for attention from her own mother.

Coriolanus sips at his black coffee, trying his best to drown out the cries as he tried to focus his attention back on his newspaper. Your concerned servant in the room exchanged worried glances with Coriolanus, and finally, he glances at you, frustration etched on his face.

“Y/n, tend to her,” he instructed, irritation evident in his voice. “Don’t just sit there like a mad woman, do something,” He hissed as your gaze moved to him. Your eyes seemingly empty as you stare at his icy blue ones.

At an attempt to soothe her down, you stand up to bounce her on your hip, hushing her. Your daughter’s cries only intensified, drawing Coriolanus to his feet.

The rustle of the newspaper ceased as he took his daughter into his arms. Almost magically, her cries subsided in the secure embrace of her father. A wave of inadequacy washed over you as you witnessed his effortless ability to calm her.

You stand infront of the large floor to ceiling window that overlooked your courtyard, gazing blankly at the last few socialites leaving the presidential mansion after a soirée that Coriolanus hosted.

Your once vibrant, youthful eyes now dull, overshadowed by the weight of motherhood. Coriolanus, sat on one of the chairs, watches you from where he was. “You’ve been standing there for about 20 minutes, sit,” He says, gesturing to the seat beside him as you turn your head, lightly biting your lips before moving.

“It’s like you were in another world tonight, what ever is the matter with you now?” Coriolanus remarks, frustration edging his tone.” You feign a smile, “I’m just tired, Coryo. That’s all,” but your eyes betray the facade, revealing a profound weariness that transcends mere fatigue.

“You always seem tired,” Coryo scoffs. Your gaze flickers towards the nanny, cradling your daughter in her arms. Your heart aches with a mixture of guilt and relief as you observe the bond forming between them.

Coriolanus’s gaze follows your eye line, “Perhaps you’ve been focusing too much on your duties and not enough on our daughter,” He suggests, unaware of the storm raging within you.

“I’m doing my best, Coryo,” you respond, voice barely audible as Coriolanus lets out a tired sigh, massaging his forehead.

The baby’s cries cut through the air, and you flinch as if struck—something Coriolanus observed. He glances at you, a mixture of annoyance and concern etched across his features.

“Can’t you tend to our daughter? You’re her mother, after all.” You nod absentmindedly, standing up and making your way toward the source of the cries.

The nanny, a woman just a couple years younger than yourself, hands over your daughter, a look of sympathy etched on her face.

You clear your throat, feeling Coriolanus’ eyes on you. You cradle her awkwardly, attempting to soothe her, but your efforts were feeble. Coriolanus observes, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

“You’re always like this. Will you always treat our child as if she’s a stranger?” He spat, and you bit your lip, glancing down at your daughter whose features closely mirrored yours, except for her eyes and blonde hair.

Your eyes well up with unshed tears, swiftly wiped away. “I just… just need time, Coriolanus. I’ll adjust,” you stammer, seeking to reassure your husband and, more importantly, convincing yourself that you will.

Nearly half a year has passed since you gave birth to her. Skillfully, you’ve evaded numerous public appearances with your daughter, fully aware of the pervasive curiosity surrounding your role as a mother.

You were aware of their judgments. The notion that you were too young to be a mother echoed in your mind, a sentiment you shared as you gazed at yourself in the mirror, your stomach swollen with the imminent arrival of a child into the world.

Coriolanus sighs, a blend of disappointment and impatience coloring his tone. “Pull yourself together, for both our sakes. The people want to see their First Lady and my heir. You can’t keep hiding away. There are already whispers going around,” he admonishes sharply, and you gulp, your baby cradled in your arms as you turn to face him.

Coriolanus couldn’t deny the noticeable change in you since giving birth. When he married you, the youthful aura enveloped you, a stark contrast to the transformation he now witnessed.

The aura had dissipated entirely. Despite your youth, you appeared to have weathered a lifetime. Fatigue etched into your eyes, weariness evident in your mental state.

“It’s wise for you to step back from the public eye for a while, away from your duties. You need to rest,” Coriolanus states firmly, his gaze fixed on the world beyond the window.

Your gaze shifts to your baby in your arms, her doe-blue eyes locking onto yours. Unaware, Coriolanus discreetly signals the nanny to take your daughter.

Caught off guard, you hesitated when she reached for your child, desiring to hold her longer. Reluctantly, you allowed her to take the little one. With a heavy heart, you observed the nanny exit the room, and Coriolanus broke the silence, reassuring you, “Don’t worry about her; go rest.” Slowly, you nodded in agreement.

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24carathoney · 3 months

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Poolside Kisses | K.MG

Pairing: Mingyu x FemReader

Wc: 592

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Kissing // Shirtless Mingyu (yes this needs a warning) // use of pet names (baby, darling)

Summary: What better way to unwind than a relaxing evening by the pool.

“Mingyu don't you dare, I will go back up to the room.” You narrowed your eyes at the man who was more than prepared to splash water at you. He gave a small pout as you shifted your eyes back to the book in your hands.

“But baby…….” His whining brought your attention back to him and he huffed. “It's not fun if you're not in the water with me.”

“Gyu, I just got my hair done. Last thing I want to do is to fuck it up before I even step out.” The two of you are supposed to accompany Joshua to his fragrance reveal and you had your entire outfit planned out to the shoes. Having to have your hair redone will just have you in a pinch for time.

“I'll pay for you to get it done again. Just get it with me.” You rolled your eyes as you sat the book on the chair.

“I'll stick my feet in. That's it.” You told him as you sat along the side of the pool, submerging your feet and legs in the water. The cold sensation did feel good on your skin as you've been sitting in the sun for a bit. You leaned your head back to bask in the feeling, not even noticing the eyes that were glued to you. He sat in awe at the way the sun bounced off your skin giving you the glow that made you look like a goddess. His goddess. His mind went blank of everything else as he swam towards you. You felt him before you saw him as Mingyu started rubbing your thighs with his wet hands causing you to shiver.

“If you get in, the water wouldn't be cold.” He mumbled as he peppered kisses down your warm chest.

“You just want to see me get wet.” You sighed as his kisses became feverish.

“In more ways than one darling.” He smirked as he gave a harsh suck to the top of your breast. Yet another mark you'd have to hide or else you'd never hear the end of it. The boys complain about how Mingyu turns into a horny mess when you're around.

“Have I told you how pretty you are?” His eyes flickered from your eyes to your puffy lips as you giggled at the sudden complement. That was the sound Mingyu cherished more than anything. To hear you laugh meant he was doing something right for once. “You tell me all the time Gyu.”

“Well it wouldn't hurt to tell you again.” He leaned up to kiss you while moving between your legs to hold onto you. You sighed into the kiss giving him enough time to slip his tongue past your lips, his grip around you tightening. You suddenly squealed against his lips when your lower body slowly became submerged into the cold water. When did he even pick you up off the edge? You were so lost in bliss you didn't even realize he was moving you.

“KIM MINGYU!” He let out a loud laugh as he spun in circles with you in his arms. “You little shit!”

“I'll pay for your hair. I promise.” He pecked your lips one time. “Every dollar.” Then another. “I’ll pay for anything you want.” Then another. You finally gave in and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he leaned down, fully submerging the two of you underwater. Your lips stayed on his as the world around you faded away till it was just you and him.

#seventeen #svt #kim mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #kim mingyu x reader

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cameronspecial · 7 months

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would you please consider making a 2nd part to The Other Drew maybe them going on reading dates and him bringing her lunch to work, her coming to his games 🥹

The Other Y/N (Part 2)

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Swearing and Stealing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.5K

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The screams of the crowd overwhelm the girl and she really wants to leave, but the need to be here for her boyfriend overrides any instinct to run. Her seat is close enough to the court that she can clearly see the sweat dripping off of his face as he plays. No matter how many times Drew tries to explain the rules of basketball to her, she still has no clue what is going on. The blow of a whistle for a foul stops the game and the crowd quiets as Drew gets ready to take the shot. The bouncing ball draws everyone's attention. He takes a second to look in Y/N’s direction and the confidence in her eyes gives him the courage to throw the ball.

The ball circles the edge of the rim, going round and round before falling through the centre of the hoop. A loud horn sounds to announce the end of the game and the whole court goes crazy with celebration. The rest of the players turn to congratulate him, but his attention is fully on her. He runs into the stands and once he reaches her, he picks her up in his arms. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Darling. You are my lucky charm,” he announces, spinning them around in a laugh. She gives him a massive grin and brings their lips together. He finally puts her down and with her encouragement, he goes to celebrate with his teammates.

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After a night out celebrating with his team and an early morning celebrating together without clothes on, Y/N has to wake up early to head to work. A naked Drew groans, rolling over to watch her put some clothes on. He doesn’t comment on the fact that she is putting on one of his sweatpants and t-shirts; his closet is practically hers now anyway. “Why are you up? Come back to bed, Darling,” he groans, reaching an arm out to tug her closer to his bed. She gives a little giggle as he pulls her onto the bed and wraps a leg around her waist so she can’t escape. She tries to wiggle out of his grasp, “Baby, you know I have to go to work. Now, please let me go. I promise I will be back in your bed before you know it.” He gives a little sigh in defeat. “Fine, I’ll let you go. But I want you to pick out the next book we read together. We are done with The Midnight Library and it’s your turn to pick.” She nods, “Okay, I will. Anything in specific we are in the mood for?”

“Hmmm, maybe a Greek mythology retelling. The one I’m reading in my Mythology literature course is boring as fuck.”

“Sounds good. I’ll try to see if I can find something more interesting.”

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Y/N is helping a little girl choose a book when Drew walks into the store. “How about this one? It’s about a princess with magical powers?” she suggests, holding up a book with a princess on the cover. A grin spreads across the girl’s face. She grabs the book with thanks and runs off to her mom. Y/N smiles, heading back to the front desk to see her boyfriend waiting for her with a paper bag.

“Hey Baby, what are you doing here?” she asks. She leans over the counter to give him a quick kiss on the lips. He holds up the back so she can read the logo, “Brought us some food to share, Darling. When can you take your break?” She looks towards the clock and does a little math in her head. “Aww, thank you. Bianca is coming back from her breaking in five so we can head to the back then,” she determines, starting to get back to work with scanning the new inventory. He nods at her statement and goes to look around the store. When Bianca returns, Y/N takes Drew to the employee break room.

The store isn’t very big, so the break room is really just the stock room with lockers, a fridge, a microwave, and a small table pushed into a corner. As soon as they sit down at the table, Drew is sure to pull her chair close to his so he can wrap his arm around her waist. She takes out their burgers and rips the bag open to have easy access to the large fries inside. They begin to eat in a comfortable silence. “Have you found a book to read yet?” he breaks the silence. She finishes chewing her food before answering, “Yeah, I was thinking of Circe by Madeline Miller. I’ve seen some pretty good stuff about it on Instagram and I liked the Song of Achilles.”

“I’ve actually been thinking about picking that up myself. Some girl in my class was talking about it the other day. Good choice, Darling. Do you guys have it in stock or do you need me to pick it up before tonight?”

“No, we have it so I can get it once my shift is over. What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

“Austin and I are going to watch a movie, so if I don’t respond to your text that’s probably why.

“What movie are you watching?”

“Not sure. We are going to choose at the theatre. What time are you off? Should I pick you up?”

“I’m done at four, but Bianca can give me a ride. I’ll just meet you at your house. I’m sorry, Baby. We gotta wrap it up. My break is almost over.”

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The frat is filled with rowdy boys all having a laugh when Y/N comes back after work. She greets most of the boys, yet she doesn’t stop to talk to any of them because she knows where the one person she wants to talk to is. Like always, the back deck is decorated with fairy lights and a red and white checkered blanket is laid out on the floor. Pillows and charcuterie boards litter the blanket. Drew stops rearranging a board at the sound of the sliding door opening.

“Hi Darling, how was work?” he welcomes, settling himself on a pillow so she can lie down on him. She rests her head on his stomach, “It was fine. Nothing special happened. Having you come for lunch was the highlight of my day.” He smiles at her words. “It was the highlight of my day too, Darling. I love you,” he moves the hair away from her temple and gives her a kiss. She takes out the book from her tote, “I love you too. Can you read first, please? I miss the sound of your voice.” His smile turns into a grin and he takes the book from her hands. Her head turns on his stomach, so she can look at his face and her ear is pressed against him. He starts to read from the book. They take turns reading and feeding whoever is reading until both of their eyes feel droopy. They call it a night, packing everything up before heading up to his room.

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Drew never thought his girlfriend would be by his side right now. It is the night before his game against his big rival team and they find themselves sneaking into the team’s storage closet. “I can’t believe you are doing this with me,” he whispers while picking the lock. Her mouth finds the shell of his ear, “I can’t let you do this by yourself. Plus, their cheerleaders were jerks to me last time you had a game with them.”

“How come you didn’t tell me? I would’ve had a word with them.”

“It’s okay. I saw the head cheerleader fall on her face when you were in the changing room. It was funny. Now, hurry up before we get caught.”

He finishes with the lock and she runs inside to get the mascot costume. “Hey, you aren’t supposed to be here!” a voice yells from behind them. They turn to see a security guard running their way and he takes her hand into his. They start running toward the exit. When they get to the outdoors, they look for places to hide and come up empty. The only thing Drew can think to do is something he saw in a movie. He gently spins her against the wall and places his hand above her head. His finger lifts her chin up. His lips capture hers and they start making out. The security guard quickly shines his flashlight in their face before moving on to look in another direction.

The giggles they let out when he leaves probably give them away, but they don’t care. They run to his car while laughing like maniacs. “I can’t believe we got away with this,” she awes, looking at the mascot suit in the backseat. He gives her a quick kiss, “I still can’t believe you did this. It’s like you are a completely other Y/N.”

“What can I say? I have multiple sides to my personality.”

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1-800-local-slut · 21 days

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Back and Forth

Franklin Saint x Black! Fem! ex-gf! Reader

Franklin is that toxic ex that won't leave you alone, you're no better. Franklin and the reader are on again off again but for some reason they just don't work every time.

This is for all the girlies who bounce on business, I would fold for Franklin instantly. This man could be my favorite evil ex, idc. Stand on business tho y'all, Franklin is my favorite fictional liar but best believe I stand ten toes down.

Warnings: allusions to smut, drinking, drug dealing, typical Snowfall violence, season 3 Franklin, smoking weed (stay off that booga suga y'all), mentions of death, toxic relationship, Franklin is also pretty possessive, both of y'all are really jealous, reader is described as a crazy bitch, reader was caught in a drive by in the past, mentioned kidnapping

Request are open <3

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A cloud of smoke streamed from my parted lips, the smell of weed blanketing the car. Tasha and Latisha both scoffed at me after my last statement, their disappointment in me as thick as the smoke filling the car.

"You know he's gonna be right back in yo draws come tomorrow after church, stop playing." My eyes rolled before I could stop them. My brain felt fuzzy and the world seemed peaceful in the dead of night. Passing the blunt to Latisha, she took a deep inhale and held her breath.

'Between the Sheets' blared from the cars radio, adding comfort to my addled brain. Comfort and a slight hint of anger. This was one of our songs, that played while we were under the blanket in his back seat.

The car steamed up that night, similar to the smoke filling the car right now. I had an irrational fear that night that we would shake the car so much that it would roll off the hill we were parked on.

That was before he fucked it all up again.

Latisha was wrong. I was done with his bitch ass this time. This time, I was done playing with him, all his bullshit, his hypnotic eyes, the mountain of lies.

"Girl it's okay, no one blames you for giving into Franklin. Brother's fine." Tasha stuck her tongue out teasingly, which prompted a laugh from me.

Perched on the edge of the back seat with Latisha and Tasha sitting in front, I pulled my sweatshirt over my legs and pressed my head against the window. Latisha gave her a playful smack.

"Oh girl watch out before she do you like how she did Ki and them. Remember how she kicked through that bitch screen door?" Latisha laughed and Tasha cackled. I still remembered how hot it was last summer, when I put my foot through Kira's screen door and ran in swinging. Bitch shoulda closed her front door too but her broke ass couldn't afford air conditioning.

Sure, Franklin and I were technically broken up at the time but what does that matter? Especially after Leon rolled up on Delroy, my 'special friend', and Delroy told me to get to stepping the next time I saw his ass. I know Franklin told Leon to do it too. I don't think I gave Leon any reason to purposely make my life harder.

"Hey now that bitch deserved the ass whopping she got, she could fuck with that nigga all she wanted but how you gonna talk shit about me knowing you can't fight? Let's be serious y'all." It was funny, how she swore that Franklin wanted her over me. After I put my foot through Kira's door and caught her by her tracks, Franklin was at my bedroom window that night.

He was in my desk chair ten minutes later, handing me a box of chocolates that he knew were my favorites. Then he was in my bed giving me some deep, slow strokes that should be illegal. Looking deep into my eyes, pressing soft kisses down my neck and whispering apologies in my ear. Promising me that things would be better this time, that he would be better this time.

He hadn't even looked at her ass since.

Maybe he was over there right now. It had been six hours since he told me it was over, that he couldn't deal with my 'controlling self' and I told him to go ahead and kiss my ass.

Controlling, like he didn't have Peaches following me around all day because he had the slightest suspicion that I might've been considering cheating on him. He wouldn't have that problem if he wasn't ducking me out of nowhere and then when I pressed him he thought it was cute to lash out on me and tell me to get the fuck on.

"Look at her ass. Dick has her stuck." Latisha snickered and I snapped my head towards her. A lazy smile spread across my lips. The smoke stung my red eyes, it was a beautiful summer night and I was planning on getting so high I could shake hands with God, I was with my friends just having a great time. Fuck Franklin, fuck everything.

"If you don't leave me alone." I giggled and stretched back. I could feel it now, and wanted nothing more then to enjoy the feel of the seats under my skin.

It was like I was sinking into a wave of comfort and sleep. And before I knew it, I was floating through my dreams.

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"So y'all are over?" Franklin's eyes were burning into the house phone, his eyes willing it to ring. His long arms stretched over the back of the couch, head facing away from the TV the minute something interesting stopped happening. Leon, as always, had doubts, but as long as he stood ten toes behind Franklin, he didn't really care.

The moonlight casted in on Franklin, his eyes lit by the moon and the TV. Jerome and Louie were cuddled on the couch, while Burst City played from the TV.

"Yeah. She was all over me, I couldn't take it." Finally he turned his head back to the TV and stopped trying to force the phone to ring. A loud noise from the movie, amplifies by Jerome's speakers

"You the only nigga I know who'd be mad about a bitch that fine being all over him." With a chuckle, Leon took a drag of his cigarette. Jerome chuckled and Louie rolled her eyes before she smiled. The way she always smiled when she was with Jerome. The way Franklin's girl ex-girl used to grin uncontrollably when she was snuggled into his side.

"Shit, you fuck with her then." Franklin grumbled bitterly, taking an annoyed sip from his coke. He hated knowing that others could see how fine she was. If it were up to him, she'd wear a potato sack and stay in the house. He'd stay in the house with her too, the two of them together forever. But that just wasn't how things worked.

Why the fuck were they talking about her anyways? Franklin broke up with her, Franklin told her to get lost, Franklin was telling himself that it was over this time. Not just for his sake, but for hers.

Would you believe that she brought out the worst in him? Not his fucked up job, not his dad abandoning him and coming back now that he's grown, no. His ex-girlfriend.

She made him jealous, possessive, down right nasty. Nasty in a way that was different from when he would be pushing into her and could feel her nails dragging down from the nape of his neck. Nasty in a way that was just mean.

Yes, they had their highs. When they were the happiest people on Earth, but when they had their lows they were so low that it might have been in Hell.

"Aye man, I ain't mean that. All I'm saying is you two do this every week." The tension now palpable while they all sat in silence.

That wasn't even true. It wasn't every week, more like every three weeks! Usually Franklin fucked things up, usually by getting annoyed at something (work, her, they hadn't been having sex, he was arguing with his mom or Jerome or Louie or Leon, someone hit on her, she wore something sexy and he knew other niggas would like it just as much, he was hangry) and taking it out on her.

But not this time! This time, they had she started the argument when he came by her house late and she asked him where he'd been. When she came at him with the evidence that he let a stripper toss her ass in his face (which he put a stop to quickly) and refused to tell him who told her, then he got mad. Then she was like 'okay but why did you lie' and obviously he couldn't tell her he went to the club for business purposes because then she'd demand to know why it needed to be a strip club.

According to her, it was just about him lying to her. Which made sense or whatever. He even tried explaining she was the only girl for him and that he only wanted her ass in his face. He even tried cupping her chin and making her look him in the eyes, which usually made her weak in the knees. Franklin just wanted to come over, fuck, have a meal and spend some time with his girl but of course he can't just get what he wants.

So naturally Franklin felt caged and decided to tell her it was over.

"Whatever man, I said it's done."

"Alright then, damn." Easing back into the silence, they both sat and watched the TV. Franklin more so stared, his brain focusing instead her.

Inside he felt shaky, weird. Kinda like how he imagined the addicts he sold too felt without his rock.

She got jealous, but it was kinda sexy how mad she got. How crazy she was over him. Mostly she was only mad because he lied. He could go without lying. He never met to hurt her, just avoid the stress of her knowing he was around strippers and having to answer all her questions. But if he told her earlier that he was going and explained to her that it was for work then he could've avoided all of that all together.

Whatever, it was done now.

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"WHOSE AT MY GOD DAMN DOOR?!" It was 7:00 PM, Saturday night and there was a jumping party that needed me on the dance floor. Yet as I slipped in my earrings, my shorts rubbing against my thighs, someone was repeatedly knocking at my front door. Rather loud too.

As I stormed through my apartment the banging got louder. My apartment was filled with warm colors and the radio I picked up from Jerome's ages ago was humming 'Turn Off The Lights' and it put me in the mood to maybe someone over tonight. Fuck someone who wasn't Franklin.

More banging at the door, it wasn't Latisha or Tasha, they'd just use their keys. A sense of dread hit me suddenly like a car hitting a pedestrian. Being Franklin Saint's girlfriend had put me in two drive byes and one almost kidnapping and now there was someone beating down my door.

My hands found the knife I'd used earlier to rip open a package I'd gotten earlier, small remnants of the cut up box scattered on my carpet right under the coffee table in front of my couch.

Slowly I stepped to the door with my heart thudding around in my chest and the music fading away around me and now I just had to open the door. The knocking continued and suddenly my thoughts cut off by my foot thudding into a box.

A box full of shit. A box filled with Franklin's shit that I intended to drive by his place and fling out the window before never seeing him again. The sweatshirt I stole from him last winter, some cash he left here, changes of clothes, some socks, a bracelet he got me and a bunch of other jewelry wrapped carefully to avoid damage, plus some framed pictures of us. I could only hope he took the same care with my stuff.

The way the box smelt of him made me want to just run back to his arms. It was weird, being without him. But I knew it was for the better, my refusal to go back to him unwavering. As long as I stayed far from him.

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Well damn.

There he was standing in her door way towering over her small form. A bunch of flowers, foxgloves and oleander (my favorites he knew that), held in his hand in contrast to her knife which she now knew she could never bring herself to use on him.

He smelt so good that she had to fight the urge to jump in his arms.

Girl don't do it, send him on his way, her brain told her but her heart, like always, wanted to ditch the party and just spend the night laid up with him. Without any of the bullshit, the way things used to be when they could just be happy together.

Her legs on the other hand wanted to split open on their own. His eyes had that effect on her. He could just control her body with a look. What even was it about this nigga, was she that vulnerable to seduction?

Was it his smell? The rich cologne he bought with his new earnings with the slight smell of cigarettes and the night air. Plus the smell of his mommas house. Maybe.

Was it his strong jaw, the dark eyes that tore right through me like the sky being torn open by a gust of wind.

Fuck how the nigga smells, tell him to go. Do NOT let yourself get hypnotized

"You gon let me inside or keep pointing that at me?" That smirk crossed his lips. Damn. I wondered if I had this affect on him? Did I make him weak? Did he miss the sex so bad he was pathetically trying to get himself off every night thinking of that thing I do with my tongue that he likes? Was he damn near humping his mattress without even realizing it? No matter if he was, as sexy as it was to imagine Franklin touching himself to me. He had to go.

With a kiss of my teeth, I extended my arm to block the door way. This nigga could not pass.

"What you want nigga?"

"You."

"You came here to tell jokes? Take your shit and get the fuck on, I got somewhere to be?" A deep chuckle was his response. He had the nerve to laugh, teeth and all?

You can do this, you can do this, tell him to get to stepping

"Yeah I see you going outside looking real good. I just wanted to talk, see if we could get some closure. I promise I'm not gon take all night." He stepped closer, knowing my body would drive me back. Instead I dug myself into the ground, I stepped back then he'd be in my house.

I had to scan him up and down, find some way to even the playing field. Or make him think his seduction skills weren't working but damn they were working.

Remember how he acted, remember the lies, you wanted out

He smiled and looked like the guy I grew up with. The nice mammas boy who would never try to hurt anyone. I knew better, but he looked so...non threatening.

He was standing there, all washed up wearing a black jacket that he knew I loved him in. He held the flowers up in his right hand and knowing that he probably had a gun on him turned me on some how. The danger of being with Franklin always turned me on. Watching him get aggressive with others and knowing in a few hours he'd be taking it out on me.

The music I had playing wasn't helping me not get weak.

I don't know when he got so close that his chest was pressed to mine. He could hear my breathing and probably my heart beat.

Fuck his closure, send him packing

"Take your shit and go." It slipped out as a whisper, a breathless sound.

His face was right in front of mine and I couldn't do anything to stop myself. I should push him out my way and get to that party. Go find some other nigga who couldn't be as fine as Franklin but he would do for now.

"I'm sorry." He whispered against my lips. I could feel basically every part of him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for getting mad. Baby, please. Take me back. I'll do better. I'll stop lying to you. I'm sorry." He was inside now. Pushed through the door, his body against mine and my head spinning.

"What do I have to do to make it up to you baby?"

"I don't believe you. You always do this, you know your not going to change." I whimpered, my eyes shutting. My brain was fogging, an effect Franklin always had on me. But I would be stronger than this. I had too.

"I swear I will." He planted a soft kiss on my neck and I jumped. He was so warm. He tossed the flowers on to the little table I usually throw my keys on when I come in. Both hands ran up and down my arms.

"I promise I'll change. You don't have to pretend you don't want to come back baby, I'll do better this time. Just let me treat you right tonight, I'll start changing right now." More kisses undid me. I needed to tell him off. But the funny thing was, whenever Franklin and I broke up it was like I could only remember the best parts of him.

Not the lashing out, the screaming, the controlling, the random lies, the secrets. Only the gentle moments, where he held my face and gave me soft kisses that chipped away at me. The gifts that would adorn me when we went out, the way he proudly showed me off, the shopping sprees and little weekend trips, even the normal nights we would just sit around with our friends.

Sitting on his lap where I belonged, on whoevers porch as we just talked (and disturbed the peace of the neighborhood) and passed a blunt around and drank. He always made sure I got home safe afterward, my designated driver.

It was weird. Maybe it was feeling him kissing down my neck and him gently caressing me, but the good memories were just rushing to me. Like water smashing into a wall, slowly chipping away from it.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you. I'm sorry for lying, I just didn't want you to worry. I understand that I hurt you by lashing out and I'm gonna work on that. And you know I'm not perfect, just like you not and we both gon have to work on that. But I want to work on us, and I'm going too do whatever it takes. I'm building an empire and I want you to be right there with me when we make it to the top. It wouldn't be right without you." He was staring into my eyes, staring into my soul and heart and making his way back into both.

"Just one more chance. I promise this time I'll be better." I was never gonna hear the end of it this time. Another kiss, another piece of my self control.

"And if I'm not, I'll never bother you again. You have my word." It wasn't like he was all bad all the time. Standing trapped right next to my doorway, the city howling outside I felt the chill of the Summer night air blowing in from my open living room window. Somehow I was able to find it in me to push him off of me, stepping away into the living room putting more distance between us.

"I'm sick of going back and forth with you Franklin. It's constant with you, you lie for no reason and expect me to just forgive you. Why can't you just be straight with me?" He glanced at his feet, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. He looked guilty but I knew no matter how beaten up he looked I knew the next thing out of his mouth would probably be a lie.

"When my dad started coming back around, I couldn't tell my mom the truth. That I was the one who bailed him out that time. And I have to hide shit from people all the time, because I feel like I know better than they do and how news will effect them." He sighed, coming in and placing the flowers on the little side table next to my door. He ran a hand down his face, and I took another cautionary step back.

"You can't decide for me how things will make me feel. It isn't fair. You demand I tell you everything but it just isn't fair." That's bullshit! Yeah, Franklin had it tough growing up. His dad ran out and what not, but that has nothing to do with me!

He stepped closer in two large steps and took my hands in his. He ran his thumbs over my hands and I found myself admiring how big and perfect his hands were holding mine. Franklin really was beautiful and our everything just went together with pure perfection. If only he stopped keeping things from me. My eyes met his and he looked so..sad.

Sympathy overcame me even though I knew his ass didn't deserve it.

"I know. I know and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't be better for you. But I'm gonna try and do better this time. Imma give you everything you deserve this time. No more back and forth." Crouching, his forehead touched mine and I saw his eyes closed. He always did this, it was like a hug for him. I closed my eyes too.

"You promise?" It came out a soft whisper, and I could feel relief washing over him in waves.

"Promise."

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mushiewrites · 1 year

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hiiii :D

what about 13 ("youre usually so tough...") and 29 ("someone told me your little secret...") with lee!sap and ler!dream?? that sounds pretty solid to me :)

- cal <3

from this post!

hehehehe hi angel! i finished this so quick and ur at work so u dont even get to read this before it's posted >:D

prompt 13 - "You're usually so tough..." / prompt 29 - "Someone told me your little secret..."

“A little birdy told me something interesting today.” Sapnap turned his chair around from his computer, seeing Dream leaning against the doorframe to his room with a hand holding the top of it. He reached his other hand up and leaned his body forward, stretching and letting out a deep sigh when he lowered his arms.

“What?” The younger boy questioned, watching as Dream made his way into his room, striding over to where he sat and stood in front of him. Their knees bumped against each other as the blonde rocked back and forth on his heels, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Someone told me your little secret…” Dream leaned down towards Sapnap’s ear, speaking quietly as if someone might hear them. He furrowed his eyebrows, leaning back to look up at Dream as he racked his brain for what his friend could possibly mean.

“My secret…?” Sapnap glanced around his room, not because he was looking for anything hidden, but trying to figure out if he had shared anything with anyone recently. He was drawing a blank and eventually looked back up at Dream with a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I could always show you?” Dream offered, hands now clasped in front of his waist as he tried to sound as sweet as possible. Sapnap was skeptical, figuring this would possibly end up as a trap, but was too curious to talk himself out of agreeing. So, he gave the older boy a half shrug and a nod, a little “mhm” as a response for consent.

“Okay. Just close your eyes.”

“What? Dream, no. What is this?” Sapnap immediately was defensive, pushing his chair back to stand up, but being pushed down again by a strong grip on his shoulder. Dream moved his hand from Sapnap’s shoulder and instead grabbed the arms of the chair, gliding it on its wheels as he pulled it backwards towards the smaller boy’s bed. “Whahat are you doing?!”

“Sorry, I figured this would be easier this way.” Dream shrugged as he finally came to a stop, sitting on the edge of Sapnap’s bed and pulling the chair as close to him as possible. The blonde moved his legs on either side of the chair, Sapnap’s legs fitting between his own as he closed them, wrapping his shins around the brunette’s to prevent him from pushing himself back.

“What are you-”

“Just trust me! Close your eyes and I’ll show you! I promise I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you, Sap.”

“Ugh. Fine. But if you do hurt me, on purpose or not, I’m kicking your ass.” Dream barked out a laugh at the threat, nodding his head to let Sapnap know he understood. The younger boy let out a shaky sigh, clearly nervous as his legs began to bounce quickly and his fingers began to fidget with each other.

“Okay. I’m gonna show you now, okay?

“Uh huh…”

Dream smiled, leaning forward slightly and using two fingers to gently but quickly glide up the underneath of Sapnap’s chin, causing him to let out a gasp, followed by a giggly whine as his eyes flew open. His face was bright red already, clearly embarrassed with the knowledge of the secret that had been shared. Under Sapnap’s chin was certainly a sensitive area, but when done right, could leave the boy in a melty, giggly state of mind.

“Nohoho! D-Dreheam, thihis-”

“What? This is what? Tell me, baby boy.” Dream demanded lightly, smiling when Sapnap let out another whine, bringing his hands down to his thighs to grip onto the fabric of his shorts, not knowing what to do with them besides open and close his fists through his giggles.

“Nohot fair!”

“I think it’s perfectly fair. It’s just a melty spot! You love this, don’t you, Sapnap?” Dream brought his other hand up to join the fingers already in motion, leaning the heels of his hands on either side of Sapnap’s jaw before using all of his fingers to gently skitter up and down the underside of his chin.

Sapnap couldn’t stop himself from nodding at the question, breaking out into helpless laughter, although still light and airy, as he completely melted into Dream’s hands. The blonde could feel how much the squirmy boy was leaning into the tickles, clearly loving the treatment he was receiving.

“This really is a melty spot for you, isn’t it? I can’t believe this! You’re usually so tough…” Dream smirked at the slight jab to Sapnap, spidering his fingers a little quicker with slightly more pressure.

“Dreheheam!” Sapnap giggled out his name once more, making the elder giggle along with him. The blush on the brunette’s cheeks had spread onto his nose, which was scrunched from the continuous laughter that was pouring out of him.

As much as Dream would’ve loved to continue tickling Sapnap like this until the end of time, he knew how much this flustered him. The blonde decided to spare him the embarrassment, especially of the snorts that he was advised would come after a few minutes of this.

Dream slowly moved his hands out from under Sapnap’s chin, smiling fondly at the final giggles that were still making their way out into the open air. The younger boy brought his hands up to the buzzing spot, rubbing with both of his palms to help ease the tingles that were still somehow populating under his skin, keeping him giggly and smiling.

“Who…who told you?” Sapnap asked bashfully, moving his hands from under his chin to rub them on either side of his face, along the soft skin of his cheeks and down to the thick hair of his beard covering his jaw.

“Karl.” Dream giggled simply, laughing harder when Sapnap let out an animalistic growl in response.

“I’m gonna wreck his shit the next time I see him, I swear to God. That little….that little….”

“Little….?”

“Hold on! I’m trying to think of an insult that isn’t actually mean..”

“Oh my God, you’re ridiculous. Just say you’re in love and get married already.”

Sapnap laughed along with Dream this time, always finding the shipping jokes hilarious. But even though he was laughing, Sapnap wouldn’t forget the betrayal from Karl. He smirked and chuckled to himself as he hatched a plan in his mind, immediately putting it into motion.

“So Dream, you wanna hear some secrets about Karl?”

#lee!sapnap #ler!dream #awkwardtickleetoo #asks #bby!!!!!!#im laughing bc #we did kind of plan this out before i wrote it #BUT #u havent seen anything so......gl baby #:3 #i love dreamnap sm they have my whole entire heart #they are so silly and lovely and have so much love for each other #and i just #sajksdnklsn im gonna explode i love them #anyways #enjoy! :D #mushie ficlets #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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britishserpent · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Mr President (Loki One Shot - Smut)

Author's Note

18+, Sexual Content

Smut central - you have been warned.

First-person perspective, thoughts are in italics.

Loki x Female

2000 words

Anything NSFW is below the cut. Which is unsurprisingly most of the story.

"Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday Mr Preside-"

Your singing is immediately halted as the toy magically affixed to your clit sparks to life, intense vibration tearing your mind from the words that should be leaving your mouth. Your panicked eyes glare through the stage lights and meet the mischievous green orbs fixated on you. The corners of his mouth are twisted upwards into a knowing grin.

That bastard.

He is sitting confidently in the front row with his legs astride, eagerly awaiting your next move. You finally tear your eyes from his tightening pants and cast them across to his clenched hand. Though discreet, he's clearly holding something. A speck of gold glints back at you from between his slender fingers. It's the remote control that should currently be sat on his bedside table, as he had promised. You had only agreed to wear the toy to excite him with the knowledge that he would soon be in control behind the locked doors of his presidential suite. You are furiously aroused.

He could have at least waited until after the televised performance. Play it cool. Play it cool.

Over your dead body would you get off in front of an audience of millions.

Fuck, millions watching, how exciting.

His hand now shifts down to adjust his growing erection, and he clicks his tongue behind his teeth, challenging you. You bend forwards slightly, further revealing the slopes of your chest to him, and suggestively glide your fingers up the length of the microphone stand. Finally, you gently reach your target, the microphone itself, and bring it close to your full lips.

"Happy Birthday. To. You."

The thunderous sound of applause bounces around the auditorium as you step from the stage, your thighs tightly clenched with each careful step.

Do not squirm.

The flash photography is blinding as you are led through the crowd and into the adjacent room that sits prepared for the birthday meal, and you cast your eyes over the countless name plates and menus.

Five courses. Fuck, he's going to love this.

His security detail was swift with his relocation from the auditorium, and he's already sat at the head of the table impatiently waiting. You tentatively make your way over to take your reserved seat next to him. He eagerly grabs your hips before your arse meets the chair, and drags you onto his lap. "Not so fast, don't be shy darling" he teases. You teeter on his muscular thighs, and he leans in to whisper into your ear. His deep voice sends a shiver up your spine.

That silver tongue of his.

"That was magnificent, how lucky you are to have earned the best seat in the house, perched on my knee like the pretty bird you are." The vibration intensifies further and you stiffen against his touch. All eyes are on the both of you, and you feel a tightly wound knot forming in your core as your pleasure mounts.

Fuck.

"Did everyone see the wonderful show?" he coos, ensuring everyone's attention on you is not lost. You're hurtling at lightspeed towards the edge of release, longing to dive into the pools of pleasure you know he can provide. Your long red painted nails dig into his arm that's snaked around your waist, holding you firmly in place. "Give her another round of applause everyone, I don't think she's had enough praise." He knows of your praise kink, but this is taking things to a whole new level as the grand table bursts into the second applause of the night.

So close.

Your mind is spinning, and your breathing is sharp and fast. The intense vibration becoming impossible to succumb to, and your thighs are now shaking against him. The toy grinds to a halt.

No!

You are now burning with a desperate desire to feel relief from your frustration. You can't help your thoughts as you drift away to the idea of him tearing the cloth along with its contents from the table before he throws you atop to fuck you senseless. Hell, he could even leave the plates and glassware on there. Though it seems impossible, you are further aroused by the thought of a sharp fork digging into your delicate skin as he ravishes you in front of the crowd.

Your skin is slick with a light layer of sweat, and the pheromones you are secreting are driving him insane. His cock stiffens beneath your arse cheek and firmly pushes against you.

Hello.

You want nothing more than to swivel round and sit astride him, riding both of you into the release of an intense orgasm. And he can tell, your moisture is now seeping onto the expensive fabric of his tailored black suit. He cuts your racing thoughts short as he harshly pushes you from his lap. You fall into the awaiting chair next to him. "Don't make a mess now darling, we've not eaten yet."

You can eat me instead if you like.

The first course of the meal is served; a creamy warming soup. You lift the golden spoon towards your lips, but before the liquid reaches your mouth, the toy bursts into life once again. The spoon falls back into the bowl with a clatter, soup splashing onto the tablecloth and your lap.

Game on, two can play this game.

You slide your heeled pump from your foot and slowly glide it up the length of his leg until you meet the hard mound constrained within his pants. "Don't be bratty now, behave" he sternly warns, and the vibration ceases.

How boring.

Dessert is finally served. You are feeling needy and ignored. He failed to satiate you during the previous courses. Strawberries drizzled with cream sit atop a platter placed before him, and the guests surrounding you are handed their own individual portions. You look down at the empty space your own plate should accommodate. Without the spotlights of the stage on you, you feel yourself slipping into irrelevance at the table. Your moment of attention is now over.

Oh, they've forgotten about me, how nice.

He's now holding the stem of a plump strawberry dripping with cream between his thumb and slender fingers. You're not looking at him, and you're startled to find he's now shifted towards you, dragging your attention back to him as his empty hand grabs your jaw and turns your head to face him. You meet those glinting green eyes once again, and he firmly instructs you "Open wide for me." You eagerly oblige and lick the drop of cream from the tip of the strawberry, before gently nipping the tip. You lock your lips around the soft fruit and suck, its sweet juices dancing on your tongue. "Good girl," he says with a sultry growl. The toy flickers with life once again, a reward for your obligation. You clench your napkin against your mouth, holding on for dear life. He finally addresses the table after watching you squirm in your seat for an agonisingly long time. "I'm done, you can all fuck off now." He carelessly waves his hand through the air and looks greatly unamused as he impatiently waits for the crowded room to disperse.

Finally, we're alone.

"You didn't eat your dessert, Mr President" you tease. He laughs, he's now stood and towering over you. "Strawberries didn't seem so appealing tonight when I have such a fine piece of fruit sat next to me". He grabs your wrist and pulls you up to stand with force. You teeter in your heels, and he furiously throws you atop the table.

So dreams can come true.

"And how can I please the president on his birthday, hmm?" you seductively whisper, and he wastes no time in opening your legs, satisfied at the sight of the small golden toy glinting back at him. "I want nothing more than to see you squirm. Be a good girl and lie back for me." He doesn't need to ask twice, you immediately lay back on the table, struggling to look at him through your open legs. He leans forwards over you, one leg now atop his chair. The toy furiously vibrates, and he eagerly watches your empty core beg to be filled as it twitches before him. There's nothing for your tight walls to wrap around, and his arousal grows as he watches you arch your back with pleasure.

"Please, Mr President" you beg. You don't need to ask him twice, he swiftly pulls his throbbing member from his pants and plunges into you, dragging your thighs towards him. Discarded glasses crash to the floor around you at the force of his entry, and you are alight with desire. You just about accommodate his intrusion, he's impossibly deep and you feel taut around his girth. He groans, and slides a hand up around your throat. "How pretty you in such a position, my dear. So wet already, naughty girl."

Fuck, oh to be a bystander with a bird's eye view of this.

His words further your arousal and combined with the lightheadedness from his hand tightly clenched around your throat, you're reaching your release at an embarrassingly fast pace. He's not moving and agonisingly holds himself deep within you, the toy continuing to provide overstimulating pleasure. You clench even tighter around him as waves of pleasure begin to drag you down into an ocean of bliss. "How sweet, minimal effort with maximum result. How desperate you are". The toy harshly stops once again, and you groan with frustration. You want to prop yourself up on your elbows, but you're pinned down.

Fuck.

You squirm desperately against him, feebly grinding downwards to relieve yourself. "I didn't give you permission to move" he torments with his now gravelly deep voice. "Please, I swear, I'm going to combust if you don't fuck me right now." He slowly inches out of you and responds; "Well, we can't have that can we." Finally, he slams back into you and continues to endlessly buck his hips at a furious pace. Your eyes roll back, and your back arches desperately once again. "Eyes on me, dear" he snaps, annoyed at your disobedience to look away from him. His brow is slick with sweat, and you want to grab onto his golden horns. Anything to anchor you. You begin to hurtle over the edge. His pace is relentless, and small specks of dust litter your vision from your lightheadedness as you struggle to maintain eye contact with him.

Fuck, those eyes.

He rides you through your final release, providing levels of pleasure you didn't think possible as ripples of your orgasm flow through you, tearing through your very being. You're a mess against him, uncontrollably shaking as you become undone for him. "Such a pretty thing you are. All mine" he groans, as he reaches his own climax, filling you further with his release.

Heavenly.

He holds himself in place, completely bottomed out. The sight of his furrowed brow and heaving chest is enough to send you into the second wave of ecstasy.

Who needs drugs when there's this.

He watches you with glittering eyes as you become undone for a second time around him, granting you the pleasure of keeping himself within you as you orgasm again. You helplessly lay against the table, completely spent, and he harshly pulls out of you. You whimper at the loss. He looks completely satisfied as he watches his release slowly drip onto the tablecloth below you, pleased with how well you performed. He picks up a discarded napkin and throws it towards you "Now clean yourself up".

Well, some things never change.

#loki fandom #loki fanfic #mcu loki #loki x reader #loki smut #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #president loki #18+ post #18+ fic

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switch-her-up · 1 year

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Feeling bored and needy Mommyyyy🥺

And I wanted to send you a quick little fantasy. But I might have gone a bit overboard with it and I couldn’t send you the whole story in the ask because it was too long!🙊 So you will have to post the rest on my blog if you want to read it😇💕

I know if you were here and you picked up on my squirming and squeezing my legs together you would ask me with your fake-pity voice if I made myself too needy to think straight again. Petting my hair and telling me you need to get ready for going out, but as long as I stay around you, I’m allowed to hump things.

My eyes lighting up as I rush to the edge of the table next to the chair you’re currently sitting in and starting to grind against the corner, needy desperate movements as I hump the edge of the table. You watch me for a bit but when you hear my whines and whimpers getting louder, you stand up and walk to the bedroom. I’m too occupied with pressing my pussy down on the surface that I don’t notice you leaving until you clear your throat and motion for me to come along. I pout but follow you into the bedroom and while you look for what to wear I’m already scanning the room to find the ideal surface or object to hump. I choose the pillow, something soft after the hard surface of the table. I’m bouncing on the bed while you get ready, watching you undress and trying not to drool while my mind gets all fuzzy.

Once you’re satisfied with your outfit you head to the bathroom and sadly I need to leave the pillow which ended up having a wet spot on it after my humping. You tsktsk at that and promise me I will have to clean up my mess later. In the bathroom it’s hard to find something to hump but you point at the ledge of the bathtub, and I’m fast to obey. Already dripping wet and whimpering while you wash your face and style your hair. The cold surface of the tub feels good, but the angle isn’t quite right and I’m so desperate to cum already. But you don’t mind hearing me whimper and complain, you finish getting ready and move back to the bedroom. My cheeks are red and my pussy looks puffy from all the humping. You slip your hand through my folds, laughing at how wet it is. I can’t keep myself from grinding against your hand, whimpering and begging you to make me cum.

You tell me that since I’m so desperate to be a needy pet, you have a suggestion. Either I will have to wait until we get back to get an orgasm, or I can wear my special little vibrator while we are out.

And what did I do to deserve this delicious message, darling? So, so very hot…

My my, what a good little plaything you are for Mommy, so readily humping anything in sight. You never know, pet, Mommy might even continue the game whilst we’re out! Except this time I’d be letting strangers pick the objects, would you like that? Now now, there’s no use shaking your head, we both know that as much as you protest, your slutty little pussy wants the attention of the whole room.

Perhaps I’ll make you wear your special vibrator out, but not for the reasons you think…rather than me switching it on until your brain goes fuzzy, I’ll make you work for it. Maybe that will be what Mommy makes you hump, grinding away on its surface, frustratedly trying to find some sense of friction or rhythm, whining in annoyance because you know how much pleasure it can give you if only I were feeling more generous.

And can you imagine how we’d all coo over you? A crowded bar all chuckling and bringing out their phones to take pictures of the pretty, blushing baby? You ducking your head and whimpering, but unable to stop your rolling hips, attempting to stifle your moan as you catch my eye whilst I point out your puffy lips to another domme, both of us dissolving into laughter as your eyes well with frustrated tears.

Poor, dumb thing, you don’t know what to do without Mommy guiding your every move, hmm? Such a brainless little baby, desperate for Mommy to make it all better, but too fuzzy to ask! So pretty when you’re being such a perfect fuckdoll for Mommy and my friends. So delicious. My good girl.

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Can you write a fanfic where there’s a big family dinner, including Cleveland and Conrad is having anxiety, Jeremiah and Cleveland know about his anxiety but no one else. Conrad is bouncing his leg under the table and tapping his finger next to his plate and accidentally flips over the fork and it drops and Conrad quickly stutters an apology and Jeremiah notices he’s anxious and asks him what’s up. He says he’s fine. It then goes to him running out and having a panic attack in the climax of the fic. You can choose the ending :)

Tw:// panic attack, work not edited

I promise my Wattpad writing is so much better than this. Follow me @EmmyLu_books

Everyone was sitting around the table laughing over inside jokes and enjoying the wonderful meal that Susannah had ordered. Overlapping chatter about each persons day flooded the room followed by the happy vibration of laughter.

Conrad sat silently between his best friend and his brother. His leg bouncing at 100pmh to give him something to focus on other than all of the thought swirling around his mind. He went to take a bite of his pasta salad, knowing he had to eat to maintain his ‘I’m fine’ front, but his shaking hands caused him to drop the fork.

“Woah!” Steven laughed, “Butter fingers, I thought you were supposed to be a coordinated athlete, but you don’t even know how to hold a fork.”

“Yeah,” Conrad whispered, “My bad… I just wasn’t…I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry.” He faked a laugh to hide his embarrassment and bent down to get his fork. When he sat up to return to the table he hit his head on the edge of Jeremiah’s chair.

“Shit!” Jere yelled, “Are you okay?”

Conrad felt his face get hot and his hands lock up, he stood up, tripping over his chair in the process, “yeah, yeah, I’m fine… I just need to go get some…umm…air.’

He stumbled outside and sat on one of his mothers chairs. It felt like fire was in his throat everytime he tried to breathe and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t sort out his thoughts. His breathing went from practically not at all to so. Fast he wasn’t getting any oxygen to his brain.

He saw two figures walk towards him through his blurry eyes. He tried to wipe them and save face. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this, he didn’t want to see himself like this.

Before he could protest Cleavland and Jeremiah sat on either side of him and took his hands in their own.

“Breathe, Conrad,” Cleavland encouraged as Jeremiah used his free hand to rub little circles on his brother’s back.

Jeremiah was used to him being the one who had trouble calming down but this summer he noticed more and more in Conrad. But Connie refused to tell him what was going on.

Conrad took a shaky breath and looked between his mentor and his brother. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Jeremiah squeezed his hand, “I guess I can forgive you for hitting your head on my chair if you go surfing with me.””

“Your chair was in the way,” Conrad laughed sadly.

Jere shoved him lightly, “Sure sure, I’ll believe that if you get your swimsuit on.

Conrad looked at Cleavland almost as if he was asking permission. With a nod from his mentor Conrad was up and getting changed and ready to go out with his brother.

Maybe it would be better if he let people help him.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Doll In A Box

Warnings: breeding, noncon/rape implied, isolation/entrapment, allusions to marking and violence.

Prompts: “come out, come out, wherever you are.” & "I promise, I'll do whatever you want." + Bucky Barnes + breeding as requested by two anonymous users.

Summary: Your captor doesn't like playing games

Please leave some feedback and reblog if you enjoy! Thank you 💜

You hear his boots on the stairs. You shiver and hug yourself in the small space. You slouch down and hang your head as your ears buzz with adrenaline.

Thunk, thunk, thunk. He stops at the bottom and you hold your breath.

Bucky takes slow, deliberate steps as you bite down on your knuckle as he steps in front of your hiding spot, tucked away in the cupboard of the small kitchenette among the pots and pans. Sometimes, he makes you cook for him before he makes his demands.

“Doll?” he calls out, “come out, come out, wherever you are.”

You fold both hands over your mouth and see his shadow along the crack of the cupboard. His soles scuff the cement as he edges away, a chair scraping out of his way.

“Now, you know I’m gonna find you and if you keep this up, I won’t be happy,” he warns.

He sighs and his boot squeaks as he turns. You can’t. Not tonight. Not after last time. You still have the bruises on your neck, and your thighs. The tender tracks of his teeth on your chest.

“You’re starting to hurt my feelings,” he snarls and you hear the closet door whoosh open. He slams it and growls, “doll,�� he drawls darkly, “I’m gonna count to ten.”

Silence. Tense and terrifying. His footsteps start again in time with the numbers.

“One, two…” you hear the bed springs as he lifts the mattress and drops it back to the frame, “three, four, five…” his steps hammer around and he halts again, “six, seven, eight…” he grits out and you strain to hear, “nine…” he booms. It’s quiet and suddenly the cupboard swings open, “ten,” he growls as he reaches in, seizing you in his vibranium grip.

He rips you out of the cupboard and to your toes. You grasp at the metal plates of his wrist and whimper.

“Oh, doll, it doesn’t have to be like this,” he says.

“Please, don’t hurt me, not again,” you beg, “I promise, I’ll do whatever you want.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, squeezing your throat, “you had your chance to do what I want.”

His voice quakes as his lip twitches. He snarls and spins you, dragging you to the bed and flinging you down. You bounce and bite your tongue.

“Please–”

“Please!” he mocks as he prowls around the bed, “all I do is try to treat you right, doll. To give you everything you could possibly want.” His belt buckle clinks, “you have a nice home, you have a comfy bed, you have me,” he says pointedly, “and all I ask is for you to give me a little something back.”

“Bucky, I–”

“Shut up!” he barks and snaps his fingers, “you don’t want to be good, fine, I’ll be bad.” He rips open his fly.

Your lip quivers as you watch him. He throws away his shirt and reaches for you as you sit up. He wrenches your night shirt over your head and leaves you dizzy.

“Don’t worry, doll, you have a choice, you can lay back and take it like a good girl or we can fight and we both know who wins,” he warns as he nudges you flat, “whatever you choose, I’m gonna make you a mommy." He pushes your legs apart gruffly as he leans over you, "Tonight’s the night, I can feel it.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #request #avengers #mcu #marvel #captain america

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 3 years

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Aberration - Chapter 3

MHA!Various x Fem!Reader

Thriller/Horror/Drama

Criminal!AU

Words: 2.8k

A/N: Third chap, here we go! It’ll start picking up soon. I know there isn’t much ‘horror’ rn, but it will get there, I promise. Also, I’m sorry Tamaki’s part is a bit longer than Hawks. I just adore Tamaki so much and he deserves the world and lots of hugs and kithes.

Warnings: Yandere Themes, Mentions of murder, blood, felonies, bullying, swearing. More to come.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of MHA, just this story. In no way does this reflect the characters, writers or VAs of the show/manga. MINORS DNI.

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Aberration Masterlist

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"Good afternoon Mr. Keigo, my name is Y/N and I'll-" You look up from your notes to see a half naked man with blonde hair and bright red bird wings lounging on his bed. Your jaw drops and you hold your clipboard up in front of your suddenly heated face.

Keigo looks over to you with his brows raised. "Well well, looks like we've got ourselves a new baby bird. How…" The handsome man's lips turn up into a cocky smirk.

"...interesting."

You peek over your clipboard to see his cocky smirk and hide your eyes again. "Keigo, would you please put on a shirt?"

He chuckles and wiggles his eyebrows. "What, too embarrassed to look at me, baby bird? I'll tell you what. You tell me who you are, and if you're single, and I'll cover myself."

"My name is Y/N. I'm the newest scientist in this facility, here to observe you, hoping it helps to find a cure. And there is no need for you to know my relationship status."

"Ah, ah, ah. If you don't tell me, you'll have to do this interview while gazing at my gorgeous body." You hear the cockiness in his voice.

"I swear to fu- fine, yes I'm currently happily single. Now, please put your shirt on." You mumble under your breath, "this is so inappropriate."

After a minute of rustling, Keigo leans back onto his bed. "Okay, my single baby bird. I'm all covered up for you."

You lower your clipboard just below your eyes to make sure, seeing the smirking bird man lounging on his bed with a shirt on. You finally lower your clipboard all the way before giving a curt nod. Making your way to the desk chair, you smile at the man.

"Thank you, Keigo. As I said before, my name is Y/N and I'm here to get to know you."

He snickers, "well, I'm here to answer any questions you have for me, baby bird. Fire away."

You sigh and open your notebook. "Must you call me such a name?"

"Awe, do you not like when I call you that?"

Sighing once more, you decide to just move on. You know you'll end up going in circles. "Please state your full name, age and date of birth for me."

"My name is Keigo Takami. I'm 28 years old. My birthday is December 28th." He paused to let you write that down before opening his mouth again. "Did you need my star sign and my relationship status? Well, I'm a Capricorn and I am definitely sin-"

"Nope, that's enough." You cut him off before he could ramble on even more. "Now, can you tell me what your quirk is exactly?"

Keigo blinks before turning around, the chains on his ankles clanking against the bed frame. Your eyes light up being able to actually see the giant, beautiful red bird wings coming from his back. You frowned slightly noticing they were pinned down, preventing him from being able to use them.

"Does that hurt? Having them pinned like that?" You tilt your head eyes following the edges of each feather.

Keigo lets out a quiet chuckle, eyeing you from over his shoulder. "A little. But nothing I can't handle. Why, is my baby bird worried about little ole me?"

Your frown turns into a glare and you clear your throat. "So, what exactly can you do with these wings of yours?"

Keigo's mouth twitches into a smirk as he turns back around to face you. "Well, I can fly. And I can also disconnect each feather from my wings and use them individually."

You nod, not wanting to show how impressed you were, knowing he'd make a crack at it. You finish writing down that information before asking your next question. "Now, can you tell me why you are here?"

"Getting down to the nitty-gritty, I see. Well, I was arrested and charged with Drug Trafficking, Forgery and Assault." You look at him, motioning him to continue. He shrugs. "There isn't much else to it. I'm a mafia leader. This shit happens on a daily basis, for years. Just so happened that I eventually got caught, on account of a leak in my group. Fortunately, for me, I use other people to do the killing for me. So that means they couldn't get me with murder." He cocks his head. "Unfortunately, though, trafficking and forgery are also felonies, so. That's why I'm here."

"So you spent your life moving copious amounts of drugs, forging money and assaulting clients who did you wrong?"

Keigo thinks about your words for a moment and nods. "Essentially, yes."

"Alright then." You stand up and bow your head to the mafia leader who was watching you carefully. "I will take my leave, as I have one more inmate to see before the end of my shift." You head towards the door, but pause for a moment. "Oh, and Keigo?" You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder. "Your wings are beautiful."

Keigo's eyes widen and his jaw drops slightly, watching you walk out that door. His face turns bright red after processing your words. He mutters under his breath, "oh, baby bird…"

After shutting the door behind you, you breathe out. Aizawa looks up from his phone. "How'd it go?"

You raise a brow, "what, you weren't watching me through the security cameras like before?"

"Oh, I was," he deadpanned. "But, visually, it didn't look as compromising as the last two visits. The cameras don't pick up audio."

"Well, besides the lack of clothing in the beginning and the incessant flirting, I was pleasantly surprised."

Aizawa looked at his watch. "Now, I think we have time for one more before we have to turn in paperwork and unchain the more dangerous inmates from their beds to give them some room to stretch out." Aizawa flips through the profiles before stopping on one. "How about Amajiki?"

You turn to his profile and scan the words in front of you. "A cannibal, huh. Well that's not something you see every day."

"I think he'd be good to end the day with. Despite him being, well, a cannibal, he's actually extremely reserved and quite timid. I don't think he'd try to hurt you or get close to you. He suffers from borderline personality disorder, as you see." Aizawa looks up from his notes and eyes you. "However, he is a level 10. He may come across as innocent and somewhat angelic, but remember, he is one of the most dangerous criminals in this facility. He has multiple murders under his belt. So just keep that in mind."

You nod your head, slightly bouncing with excitement. This one sounds quite interesting to you. You've never met a cannibal before and this one has a quirk that sounds intriguing. Aizawa sighs before turning away from Hawk's door and heading further down the long hallway. He stops in front of a heavy door and scans you in.

Once you step inside the white room, you furrow your brows, not really noticing anyone. That's when you hear a small whimper and a few muffled, stuttered words coming from the floor next to the bed.

"W-Who are you?"

You lean to the side to see an indigo-haired figure huddled against the wall between the desk and the bed. You notice his body is trembling, only his eyes visible through his bangs, his arms covering the rest of his face. Head tilted, you squat down from a distance and smile.

"Hi there, Amajiki. My name is Y/N. I'm the newest scientist at this facility. I'm here to talk to you and get to know you to help further our findings for a cure. I'd like to be friends, if that's possible." You reply gently. You can tell he's scared out of his mind.

He raises his head up, giving you a full view of his…

Muzzle?

"F-friends?"

Your eyes widen slightly. The bottom half of Amajiki's face, from his nose to under his chin, is completely covered by a silver muzzle. It's strapped around his head and locked in place by a padlock. Your eyes travel down to see his wrists chained together with quirk cancelling cuffs and, as you expected, both of his ankles are chained to the heavy duty bed frame.

"They have you muzzled like that?" You stare in disbelief, slightly angered at the treatment. You understand that he's a known cannibal, but to strap that heavy muzzle around his head on top of chains already weighing him down.

Amajiki nods shyly, "y-yeah. I guess it's because of the whole e-eating people… thing."

You sit yourself down on the floor across from him, your notes in your lap. "Is it uncomfortable?" He nods slowly, his eyes avoiding yours. You give him a small smile. "I'm sorry."

His eyes shoot to yours, confusion flashing through them. "Why are you sorry?"

"It...seems like a lot of you are possibly being mistreated here. I've noticed a few things here and there."

Amajiki's brows furrow. "And why should you care? W-We're criminals."

"True. However, this facility isn't supposed to be judge, jury and executioner. You're entitled to a fair trial, just like everyone else. That includes not being mistreated." Your smile never leaves your face as you look the man in the eyes. "I am not only here to research a cure, but make sure in doing so, it won't harm any of you. It'll be humane, I promise." Amajiki just stares at you with an unreadable expression. You sigh and click your pen. "Do you mind if I ask you some questions, Amajiki?" He shakes his head but stays quiet.

"Can you please state your full name, age and date of birth?"

"U-um. Tamaki Amajiki, 25, March 4th."

"Thank you. And what is your quirk?"

Amajiki hugs his knees tighter. "I-It's called Manifestation. Essentially, whatever I eat and digest, I can manifest as a body part."

Your leg bounces in excitement. "So, if you were to eat, let's say, Takoyaki, you can turn your hand into tentacles?" He nods his head. Your eyes light up. "That is incredible, Amajiki. That's such a powerful quirk!"

Amajiki's eyes widened, a blush spreading across his cheeks that were partially hidden under his muzzle. This is the first time he's ever been thankful to have this thing attached to his face. "U-um, t-thanks."

You let out a soft giggle and continue writing in your notes. "Here's a little bit more of a difficult question, Amajiki. Can you please tell me why you are incarcerated in this facility?"

Amajiki stays quiet, not looking at you. You notice his hesitation. You think for a moment before looking around the room. Amajiki sneaks a glance at you, watching you look around the room. His brows furrow. "W-What are you…"

You finally spot the locations of the camera and move your body so your back was facing it. Ignoring his question, you place your pen down directly in front of you so only Amajiki can see. You furrow your brows in concentration and stick your tongue out as you hover your hand over your pen. To Amajiki's utter shock, the pen starts floating in the air.

"Y-You have a quirk?!"

You nod your head and release the pen from your power. "Yeah, I do. It's nothing fancy like yours, but it is a mutation, nonetheless. Sometimes it's easier to talk to someone who understands more of your situation than you might think. So that's why I wanted to show you." You smile at the man, who is looking at you with pure adoration. "Please, keep this to yourself. I don't know what Aizawa would do if he found out about it."

"I-I won't tell anyone, I promise."

You giggle and sit back down in your original spot. "Thank you. Now, can you please tell me why you're in this facility?"

He nods his head, still slightly dazed about this new-found information. "I was charged with multiple counts of 1st degree murder a-and…" his voice drops to a whisper, "s-serial cannibalism."

You couldn't help your interest in the subject and started rambling. "Would you be so kind as to explain how this came about? Did you grow up into a family of cannibals or-"

"NO!" He lashes out, causing you to flinch slightly. He winces as your reaction, not intending to scare you. "N-no. Nothing like that. It happened… against my will, so to say?" Amajiki sighs and rests his chin on his arms, not meeting your eyes. "I was one of the only kids in my small town to have been born with a mutation. My parents tried to hide it, tried to hide me. I don't know if it was from fear of people hurting me or fear of everyone judging them for having me."

He blinks a few times before continuing. "The town I lived in was small, a bad side to say the least. Lots of low-lifes and gangs running around. Well, long story short, someone found out about me and what my quirk was. They kidnapped me and…" He trails off. Suddenly, his eyes snapped to yours, an uncomfortable and intense feeling overwhelming you. "They forced me to eat another person, someone with a quirk. They wanted to see if I could turn their power into my own."

He cocks his head and lets out a cackle, still making eye contact with you. "Can you believe that?! It actually worked! So what did they do? They forced me to eat ANOTHER quirk user. They wanted to turn me into an ultimate weapon." Amajiki lets out a strange noise, sounding like a mixture between a guttural sob and a laugh. "Well, the joke was on them in the end. I ended up killing and eating them in the end and escaping. But after that point, something mutated further in my quirk. I couldn't stop craving human flesh." He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. "A-And that's why I'm here now."

Your eyes are wide and your breath is heavy. Something inside you feels a sense of panic, looking at the clearly broken man in front of you. It's so much information to take in, you stay quiet for awhile, your body on high alert. Amajiki notices how quiet you are and he opens his eyes. He notices a terrified look on your face and internally panics.

"W-Wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I-I'm not going to hurt you." He finally moves out from his huddled form and kneels instead, the sound of chains clinking together snapping you out of it. "I-I would n-never hurt you." He whispers the last part, hoping you wouldn't hear it.

You clear your throat after taking a few deep breaths. "T-Thank you for telling me this, Amajiki. It was really brave of you to relive those experiences." You look at him and notice the fear and concern in his face. Giving him a small smile, you close your notebook. "I'm fine, I promise." You stand up on shaky legs and bow your head. "I need to get going."

Amajiki quickly stands up, making you slightly flinch again, which doesn't go unnoticed by him. "Y-You're leaving already? Will I get to see you again?"

"You will. I'm an employee here now, so I'll be the one to check up on all the inmates and work on everyone's individual sessions." You turn your back and walk to the door. "I'll see you later, Amajiki."

The indigo-haired man watches you walk through his door, longing written across his face. The only thing running through his mind are thoughts of the pretty telekinesis that made his heart race.

Once out the door, Aizawa meets you in the hallway. "How'd it go with the man-eater?"

You scowl at the doctor. "Why do you say things like that? He has a name."

"He's a criminal, Y/N. They're all criminals. Shouldn't matter what we call them." He rolls his eyes. "Just come with me. We have to finish our paperwork before the end of the day."

You grumble under your breath but follow the tired-looking doctor to his office. "You also need to prepare yourself for tomorrow. You will be meeting Kaminari, Midoriya, Shinso, Bakugo, Todoroki, Dabi and Kai. And 5 out of the 7 are level 8 and above."

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Lucky in Love

Pairing: poly!Dream Team x gn!reader

Summary: [Soulmate!AU] It’s one thing to meet your soulmate in a lottery, and another to have more than just one. But when you end up winning Dream’s Minecraft Manhunt raffle, you find your world turning upside down in ways you least expect.

Word Count: 9.9k

A/N: behold, my first commissioned story! this story has been altered from it’s original form so everyone can read it, but the majority of the plot and writing remain the same. i had a lot of fun writing it, and i hope you all like it! <3

You stumbled into your bedroom with a yelp, your thumb flying across your phone screen to the home button and pressing gently. With a gleam, the time flashed back at you, and your eyes shot wide open.

You were going to be late.

Leaning forward on one leg, you pushed the door behind you shut with your foot, bouncing forward as soon as you heard it click shut. Your eyes swept across the room, your gaze catching on a swath of black cloth sitting at the foot of your bed. With a quirk of your lips, you tugged the shirt off the mattress before turning on your heel. Darting to the other side of the room, you easily settled back into your desk chair and let the shirt drop onto your thighs.

Grabbing your mouse, you moved your cursor to the YouTube bookmark at the top of your screen, your computer screen instantaneously flooding with light. You scrolled over to the left side of your screen, your mouse hovering over a familiar green icon before clicking, a new box popping into view.

Stream starting in 60... 59... 58... 57...

You felt your lungs tighten within your rib cage, your toes curling ever so slightly into the floor. It had been a nerve-wracking month of waiting and pacing, crossing each day off the calendar with an anxious grin. You almost couldn’t believe that the day had finally arrived. Letting out one last breath, you leaned forward, the t-shirt feeling heavy in your lap.

3... 2... 1...

All of a sudden, the screen went dark. Your reflection stared back at you from the dim screen, your excited eyes peering back at yourself with a curious glint. Reaching up, you brush an unkempt lock of hair away from your forehead, just in time for two familiar faces and a lime green icon to appear.

The Dream Team.

“Hey, guys!” Dream said, his voice sounding like a breath of fresh air. “How are you all doing?”

A flurry of hearts flew across the live chat screen, the lines moving by so quickly that you couldn’t tell when one message ended and another started. Practically bouncing in your seat, you couldn’t help the smile that skittered across your cheeks.

“Good,” you whispered aloud to yourself in the quiet of your room. You knew that they couldn’t hear you when you talked like that, that they wouldn’t know you had even replied at all, but it made their streams feel a little more lively nonetheless.

After a brief pause, Dream’s voice filtered through the air once more, just as bright and eager as it was earlier. “Good? I hope the answer is good.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart flipping in your chest as your fingers curled into the shirt in your lap. That sort of thing happened sometimes: a streamer would say something and your verbal response almost made it feel like they were actually holding a conversation, like they were actually with you right now. These sorts of things were always a coincidence, but when everything in your world was connected by fate, sometimes you let yourself be a little hopeful, let yourself imagine that maybe it wasn’t dumb luck—that maybe it actually meant something.

Hell, maybe it meant you could be soulmates.

Soulmates were a tricky thing to think about, really, even if everyone knew they existed and that one day, they would meet theirs. No one could pinpoint when exactly soulmates came to be, but no one rejected their presence either way. It wasn’t like they wanted to, anyways. To have a person who was perfect for you linked to you by the universe—it was no wonder people were more than pleased to discover they weren’t just some old lover’s tale.

But even then, some were skeptics. How would you really know when you had found your soulmate? What if you missed them by accident? For you at least, you already knew what it would feel like. You couldn’t count just how many times you had asked your mother that very question, but you could practically rattle off her words by heart.

“You’ll know exactly when it happens, I promise, sweetie,” she would murmur, stroking your head with a gentle hum and soft eyes. “When you first touch, it feels like... like you’ve been struck by lightning, and you’ll be tingly all over. Something inside you just sort of clicks when you look at them, and you’ll just—you’ll feel it right here.” She tapped her finger over your heart, a wistful expression settling across her face. “It’s... it’s magical, and you’ll never forget that feeling—not for the rest of your life.”

The smile that would tug on your mother’s lips made you all the more hopeful, a heavy yearning settling deep into the crevices of your heart as the years went by. Even now, as you sat watching Sapnap and George bicker with each other while Dream chimed in with a snarky remark, you felt that same fleeting hope rising up in your chest, warm and soft.

Maybe—just maybe—they might be your soulmates.

Not that they actually were, of course. You knew better than to get your hopes too high.

But as you watched Sapnap’s lean a little closer to his camera and listened to George’s breathy laugh, you felt your heart swell the tiniest bit.

Connected by fate or not, these boys were special to you, even if you had never met.

Sapnap blinked as his eyes darted across his monitor, raising his eyebrows with surprise as he let out a short whistle. “Oh, wow, we’re pulling... holy crap—over seven hundred thousand viewers, right now.” You could vaguely hear the scrolling of his mouse, his lips twitching. “Everyone sounds so excited in chat, too.”

George’s eyebrow quirked. “I mean, of course they are. Manhunts are loads of fun—who wouldn’t want to be a part of them?”

Sapnap’s face split into a teasing grin, and he leaned back in his chair. “Ooh, you sure sound cocky, George.”

George blinked once, then scowled. “Wha—shut up, it’s true! Why else would there be so many people here?”

A devilish gleam flickered across Sapnap’s gaze. “To see your pretty face, maybe.”

George’s frown deepened, his eyebrows knitting together into a glower. “Sapnap, you—”

“Look, look,” he cried, wagging his finger at his monitor, “even chat agrees!” His lips curled up into a smirk, mischievous and amused all at once. “You’re not gonna say chat is wrong, are you, Gogy?”

You could have sworn a hint of rose flushed across George’s cheeks as he averted his gaze from his camera, his voice coming out softer than before. “W-Well, I—”

“Boys, boys,” Dream suddenly cut in, George’s words trailing off in an instant. Despite the firmness of his words, there was an amused lilt to his tone, the smile evident in his voice. “You’re both pretty, alright, but can we please move on? I bet everyone’s dying to know who won.”

George opened his mouth, then let out a sigh, shaking his head with a hint of a smile gracing his lips. “You know what, Dream’s right. Let’s move on.”

Sapnap snickered on his side of the screen, still grinning widely. “You just can’t handle the truth.”

George groaned, deadpanning into the camera. “We are not starting this, again.”

Sapnap smiled, but didn’t get to speak before Dream cut him off. “You’re right,” he said, sounding a tad more hurried than before, “we’re not, because I’ve got the results, right here.”

You suddenly sat up, your heart stuttering. That same spark of hope fluttered up between your lungs, and you found yourself shuffling your chair forward, squinting in anticipation. Curiosity quivered around the edges of your mind, a certain eagerness pawing at your side as you watched a white pop-up fill the stream.

Everybody had an equal chance of winning—you knew that. That everyone may include you, but it also included every other person who bought one of those shirts. It didn’t take a genius to know that you weren't going to win. After all, not everything was guaranteed like having a soulmate was.

“And,” Dream began, dramatic and slow, “our winner is...”

You squeezed your hands, clasping your palms together with a feeling you couldn’t quite name.

“...shirt number 267815!”

You blinked, your brows furrowing together. That number sounded... oddly familiar. Your eyes flickered down to the shirt in your lap, the white tag peeking back up at you.

It couldn’t be.

All of a sudden, Dream’s voice rang through the air once more, sounding even clearer than ever before.

“Oh, and the name connected to the shirt is... [Y/N]!”

Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest, your eyes shooting wide open as your jaw dropped.

I... won?

You gaped at your screen, only half-registering the sight of Sapnap and George clapping. The chat had become a blur of words you couldn’t bring yourself to read, your vision growing hazy and unfocused with shock. I must look crazy right now, you thought to yourself distantly, rubbing at your face. This can’t be real.

George’s gaze locked directly onto the camera, and for a second, it almost felt like he was speaking directly to you. “Congratulations, [Y/N]!” He wrinkled his nose with an apologetic smile. “I hope I’m saying that, right. If I’m wrong, please tell me.”

Sapnap chuckled, shooting him a devious grin. “Knowing George, he’s probably wrong.”

Your lips twitched at the frown that flitted across George’s face before Dream took over again. “Ignore them—they’re being dumb.” Before either of them could protest, he quickly added, “Anyways, welcome to Minecraft Manhunt! We’re looking forward to meeting you. We’ll send you an email soon, and you can give us some more info there.”

You nodded at your monitor, your lips still parted in surprise. “We’ll be ending the stream now,” Dream continued, “but thanks so much for everyone else who participated. Your love and support mean the world to us!”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, and it sent a rush of warmth shooting down your spine. “[Y/N],” he murmured, suddenly sounding soft, “we’ll see you soon.”

As George and Sapnap waved one last time at their cameras with excited grins, you swallowed. Your heart rattled in your chest as the screen faded back to black, and you found yourself sitting face-to-face with your reflection once more.

You were right—you looked just as dumbfounded as you felt.

Slowly, you closed your mouth, lowering your gaze to the shirt in your lap. The axe that was laid out across your thighs somehow seemed brighter than it did before, almost as if someone had painted over it with a newer, shinier layer of white.

Lifting the shirt to your chest, you felt a wide grin tug at your lips—wider than any grin you had ever smiled before.

Maybe you were luckier than you thought.

Your finger hovered over the left button of your mouse, your breaths coming out shaky and short as they pumped through your lungs. The Discord call already had three icons waiting for you, and all you had to do was click to join them.

Breathe, [Y/N]. You’re only about to talk to three of your favourite content creators on the planet. It’ll be easy.

You paused, listening to the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’m not fooling anyone.

A groan rose in the back of your throat, and you hung your head in your hands for a long moment. “C’mon,” you whispered to yourself. “You can’t keep them waiting forever.”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, then lifted your head, nodding once, then twice. Yes, okay—calm. I can be calm. Your finger twitched. Let’s do this.

Your hand reached back for your mouse, the cool plastic melding against your skin as your cursor hovered back over the call. Squeezing your eyes shut for just a second, you let your finger press down, a familiar ping echoing through your headphones. There was a beat of silence. Then, someone spoke.

“Hi! Hello!”

You jumped at that sound of Dream’s voice, your heart skipping a beat as you quickly reoriented yourself again. “H-Hi, there,” you said as calmly as you could muster.

“It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N]! I’m Dream.” There was a slight pause, then he added hesitantly, “Did I say that right, by the way? Your name, I mean.”

Your lips curled up into a smile, and you felt the tension seep out of your shoulders. “Yes, you got it right.”

You could almost imagine him grinning to himself triumphantly. “Perfect.”

A new voice suddenly jumped in, just as eager as Dream’s. “Don’t steal the spotlight already, Dream,” Sapnap whined, his icon flashing green. “There’s three of us, not just you.” Ignoring Dream’s quiet apology, he quickly moved on. “I’m Sapnap—it’s great to have you here.”

“And I’m George,” another voice added, his prominent accent sounding like honey in your ears.

Every ounce of anxiety you had been feeling earlier felt so far away now, their voices carrying your worries off over the horizon. “It’s nice to meet you all, too. My name’s [Y/N], but you already know who I am, don’t you?”

“Well,” George said, drawing out the vowel, “we may know a few things about you, but we don’t really know who you are—that’s something we want to hear from you.”

Sapnap made a noise of confirmation, his mouth moving at lightning speed as he suddenly began to fire off question after question. “Yeah, like, what’s your favourite flower? Or season? Which one of us do you think is the most handsome? Ooh, what about—”

“Woah, woah,” Dream cut in, wheezing ever so slightly, “one thing at a time, to start. Let them breathe, at least!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the hints of laughter tinting his voice. “It’s okay!” you said, your lips splitting into a crooked grin. “Although I don’t know if I can answer those questions.”

George let out a confused noise. “No? Why not?”

You hummed, swinging your legs around your chair. “Like for my favourite flower, I think they’re all really pretty and look nice, in their own little ways. Same thing for seasons.” You chuckled. “I’m too indecisive to pick just one.”

“But who do you think is the most handsome out of the three of us?” Sapnap prodded, excitement seeping into his tone. “It’s definitely me, right? Come on.”

“Hey,” George suddenly quipped, rushing through his words, “no flirting yet! We only just met!”

There was a brief second of silence. “I mean, isn’t that technically the best time to start flirting?”

“Sapnap.”

“Fine,” Sapnap sighed. You could practically hear him roll his eyes. “Friends first, flirting later.” You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when he added, “Carry on, though. I still want to hear your answer.”

Chewing on your lip, you stiffened, drumming your fingers against the side of your keyboard. “I’m telling you,” you sighed after a long moment, “I really don’t think I can pick. As a matter of fact,” you pointed out, raising a finger. “I don’t even know what one of you looks like.”

Now, it was Dream’s turn to speak up. “Then, talk about attractiveness, in general. It doesn’t just have to be about looks.”

You froze, your posture going rigid. Attractiveness in general…?

How could you possibly encapsulate their attractiveness just like that? Dream was so incredibly clever, and you loved to hear him talk about his passions. George was smarter than he let on, and you could see it in the way he coded their videos, working relentlessly to make them work. Sapnap was beyond affectionate, and just hearing him share his affection with those around him made your stomach melt. They were just handing you a recipe for disaster with a question like this, you knew it.

“This question is impossible,” you blurted, a gentle panic seeping into your tone. Narrowing your eyes, you leaned closer to your mic, adding with a teasing lilt, “Are you trying to torture me?”

“Maybe we are, maybe we aren’t,” Dream hummed, chuckling at the small whine that escaped your lips. “Either way, it’s cute to hear you struggle.”

Your breath suddenly hitched in your throat, but Sapnap was quick to leap forward. “Hey, what did we say about no flirting?”

Another beat of silence. “Killjoy.”

“Okay, moving on from that,” George said, quickly diverting topics, “how are you feeling, [Y/N]? Are you looking forward to the manhunt?”

You looked back at the call, your eyes locking onto the three Discord icons sitting next to your own. “Yes,” you admitted, “but I’m also very, very nervous.”

“Nervous?” Dream repeated slowly.

“Nervous,” you said again, “but a good kind of nervous.” You opened your mouth, then closed it. “Actually, I think excited is a better word to use. You guys always just seem like you have so much fun when you’re around each other, and I’m just...” You waved your hands in front of yourself, feeling your heart beat faster and faster while your face grew hot once more. “I’m just really excited to film with you all and play Minecraft together.”

Silence washed over the call, and your cheeks felt like they were about to burn right off your face. “Sorry,” you mumbled embarrassedly. “That—that probably sounds really dumb.”

“It doesn’t,” Sapnap said suddenly, making your gaze grow wide, “not at all.”

“Yeah,” George added with a joyful hum. “I dunno about those two, but I’m also excited to play with you, [Y/N].”

Dream guffawed, a scoff escaping his lips. “What do you mean you don’t know about us? Of course we’re excited! [Y/N] is great!”

You nearly fell out of your chair. “H-Huh?”

Dream’s voice was suddenly soft again, both parts soothing and cheerful all at once. “We might have only known each other for a little while, but I’m telling you, we’re beyond happy to have you here, and we want you to have a good time, too.”

“Oh, a thousand percent,” George said straight-facedly into his mic. “I’d trade you for both of these nerds in a heartbeat.”

Just like that, Sapnap was yelling as you heard Dream smack his desk. “George, what?! How could you say that?”

Giggling, you sank into your desk chair with a relieved smile, pressing a hand over your eager heart. “Thank you,” you murmured, only hoping they could hear the sincerity in your words. “I hope I don’t let you guys down.”

Their raucous bickering suddenly died down at the softness in your tone, and three voices spoke at the same time—each one sounding more honest than the last.

“You could never.”

You leaned forward in your desk chair, your eyes glued to your screen as you watched Dream’s avatar stand as still as a rock, frozen and entirely unmoving. Your finger hovered over your W key, waiting for the perfect moment to strike as your tongue darted out to flick over your bottom lip.

Manhunts may be stressful, but you were more than ready to tackle this one headfirst.

It happened so quickly that you nearly missed it. In one moment, Dream was standing in front of you, stock still as you stared him down. In the next, he was darting off in the opposite direction, already a whopping ten blocks away.

Sapnap’s voice shot through your headset like a bullet as he shouted, “After him!”

He didn’t need to say it again before the group was already dashing across the grassy field, boosting each other forward every other block. You clicked frantically at George’s backside, your lips twitching in glee as he shot the slightest bit closer to Dream. With each passing second, they ran further and further, Dream lying just a few steps out of reach. All of a sudden, he leapt off the side of a cliff, vanishing from sight in an instant. Coming to a screeching halt atop the hill, you watched as Bad peered over the forest, Sapnap and George hot on his heels.

“Where’d he go?” George muttered, confusion clouding his voice.

You shifted your mouse left and right as your gaze darted across your screen, scanning every pixel for even the tiniest hint of neon green. Just then, a gasp flew from your lips, and you caught Sapnap jolting in your direction at the sound.

“Look!” you cried, clicking to point over at the greenery. “He’s on the right—on top of the trees!”

Without missing a beat, everyone was leaping off the hill and barreling across the trees, ignoring their fall damage as they jumped over small gaps. “What is he,” George grumbled under his breath, “a monkey?”

You let out a tiny giggle at the genuine annoyance in his tone, but didn’t stop chasing after Dream’s running figure. Suddenly, he just barely missed his jump, bouncing twice on the same leaf block. He had only stalled for a brief second, but that was more than enough time for you to spam click your mouse. In a flash, Dream was tumbling off the tree, with you trailing right after him.

“I hit him off!” you shouted in glee, elation making every one of your syllables soar in your throat. “He’s on the ground.”

“Nice one, [Y/N]!” Sapnap chuckled with delight. “Now, don’t let him get away!”

The praise made the triumphant feeling that had unfurled beneath your ribs spread even farther under your skin, warming you from head to toe. Pushing forward, you nodded and slammed your thumb down on your space bar.

You had no plans of letting him escape.

You pulled your water bottle from your lips with a gasp, quickly screwing the cap back on before setting it down on your desk. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you turned back to your monitor, your gaze focused on the anvil a few blocks away. To your left sat the portal, and to your right was a wall of obsidian.

You were four hours into filming now, but you still weren't tired. How could you be, when you were so close to the end?

Clicking on the anvil, you dragged the diamond axe in your inventory into the first slot before reaching for the enchanted book sitting just beside it. Forty-two levels—you would need forty-two levels to enchant your axe with Sharpness IV.

You glanced down at the space above your hotbar and grinned.

Luckily for you, you had forty-three.

Clicking once more, clanging echoed through your ears, and you placed your newly enchanted axe in your hotbar with a proud smile. It was an absolute pain having to kill as many mobs and loot as many desert temples as you did, but for this, it was absolutely worth it. Now, it was time for the rest of the plan.

“I have no idea how you came up with this,” George said earnestly, his character facing yours, “but I love it.”

You grinned, opening up your inventory and removing your amour. “I just got really, really lucky.”

Grabbing an invisibility potion, you suddenly paused, a hint of uneasiness sinking in your gut. If Dream noticed any particles, you would be dead in an instant, and your plan would be blown to smithereens. You would have to move quickly to make it work—almost ridiculously quickly.

Swallowing, you opened your mouth. “Do you guys think we can really pull this thing off?”

Sapnap let out an easygoing chuckle, your shoulders relaxing in an instant. “Oh, I know we can.”

Letting Sapnap’s confidence run through you, you held down your mouse’s right key, downing the invisibility potion in one go before turning to rush out of the portal room. Through your headphones, you heard Dream let out an inquisitive hum, curiosity flickering through his tone. “Just what are you guys up to?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” Sapnap fired back without missing a beat, his voice swimming with mischief.

While George let out a wheeze and you giggled at Sapnap’s sharp quip, Dream sighed, muttering, “So much for asking.”

Huffing out one last quiet laugh, the smile fell from your face, your eyes narrowing as your expression grew serious. You moved ever so carefully through the stronghold, weaving in and out of the labyrinthine halls like a snake on the hunt. Your gaze darted back and forth between the compass in your hotbar and your screen. With each sharp swing of the compass hand, you held your breath, turning until it was pointed forward again. You had been searching for a few minutes when suddenly, you spotted it.

A glimpse of green.

Dressed head to toe in enchanted iron armour, Dream’s avatar stood in front of a wall of furnaces, smelting away as he turned from one to the next. On the same wall was a crafting table and a chest. He was planning something, you just knew it, but you didn’t have the time to question what. After all, he was facing the wall opposite from you, completely unaware of your presence.

This was the perfect chance, and you weren’t going to waste it worrying.

Creeping forward, you stopped only when you stood just a single block away from him, switching from your empty hand to the enchanted diamond axe in your hotbar. With Sharpness IV, it would only take three critical hits for you to take him down.

For a second, all was still.

Then, you were pressing down on your space bar and clicking your mouse a half second later, watching with bated breath as Dream’s avatar twitched from your attack. One.

He had barely managed to turn around before you had already landed another hit on him. Two.

By the time he had pulled out his own axe and began scanning the seemingly empty air in front of him, you were slamming your finger down one last time. Three.

With a shout, Dream dropped dead before you, his inventory exploding into a mess on the floor at your feet. You blinked once. Twice.

Then, the call burst into a mess of screams and shouts.

Dream’s yell rang through your ears as George and Sapnap hooted in delight, Bad and Antfrost following with their own victory cheers. “What the heck?!” he cried, shock filling his every word. “[Y/N], was that you? Oh my god, where did you even come from?”

Practically gasping for breath, you nearly collapsed on top of your keyboard, the adrenaline slowly wearing off as you smiled triumphantly to yourself. “[Y/N], you did it!” Sapnap shouted, just as loud as before. “You—you just—holy crap!”

“I was so stressed,” you breathed, sagging against the back of your chair with a breathless laugh. “You have no idea.”

“You were awesome, so awesome,” George managed between giggles, his own voice sounding giddy and positively overjoyed. “I knew you could do it.”

Your cheeks half-felt like they were about to start hurting from how hard you were smiling, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Dream’s tired laugh filled your ears.

“Congratulations, [Y/N],” he murmured fondly. “You won.”

Just a week and a half later, you couldn’t believe your eyes as you scrolled through the comments section of the new video.

[y/n] was so funny omg

They made this manhunt feel so much more special

Their chemistry as a group was so good wtf!!!??!

please bring [y/n] back I am in LOVE

[Y/N] SUPREMACY

With each new comment you scrolled past, you felt your heart swell more and more in your chest with a mixture of joy and pride. You didn’t expect people to respond so positively to the video—to you.

You had barely made even a dent in the hordes of comments about you when a Discord notification popped up on your laptop screen. In a flash, you were pulling up Discord, quickly clicking on the appropriately named group chat, [Y/N] KILLED DREAM!!

Sapnap: hey

Sapnap: hey did you read the comments

[Y/N]: i did! people were so positive!!

[Y/N]: i wasn’t expecting it

George: You weren’t?

You furrowed your brows, reading George’s question twice before typing once again.

[Y/N]: of course not??? i’m just some person

[Y/N]: you guys are the dream team

George: Don’t put yourself down like that

Sapnap: yeah everyone liked the video because they liked you

Dream: well then

Dream: how do you feel about coming back to film again?

You stared at your screen in awe, something hopeful and weightless rising in the expanse of your chest. Filming another video? With them?

You didn’t even have to think before your fingers were typing out a response.

[Y/N]: i would love to

Peals of laughter tumbled from your lips as you rolled over on your bed, your phone perched beside your head on your pillow. A split second later, a loud whine echoed from your phone speaker, and you found yourself laughing even harder, your lungs gasping harder and harder for breath with each giggle that was pulled from your throat.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed that you would be here.

It had been nearly a year since the fateful day that brought you and the Dream Team together and a little over ten months since you had first filmed together. Now, three videos and countless streams later, you were closer than ever before, cracking jokes and pushing each other’s buttons like you had known each other their whole lives—maybe even longer than that. It took some prodding, but you even called Dream by his real name, now. As much as you liked the name Dream, Clay sounded much nicer, in your opinion. Texting daily was practically a sacred ritual now, and you couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t get spammed by their texts at least four times a week. Even now, as you lay on your bed with your phone connected to Discord at your side, you were chatting with them, grinning as wide as ever. It was a comfortably pleasant lull you had fallen into, the four of you—one that you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life sinking into.

It was comfortable indeed, but even as complete as you felt now, you felt like there was something missing—like there was a hollow cavern in your chest just waiting to be filled.

Yet another shout suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts, the noise sounding even more astounded than it had before. “How was I supposed to know that that was Russia?”

The sheer amount of shock in George’s voice immediately made you burst into another fit of giggles, throwing your head back. “There was Russian on the sign!” you managed between breaths. “It was so obvious!”

He sputtered at the sound of your laughter, sounding absolutely appalled by your reaction. “You can’t just expect me to be able to read Russian!”

You grinned, your voice dropping the tiniest fraction. “You act as if you don’t know how to say a few things in Russian.”

There was a moment of silence. Then, Sapnap whistled. “Touché, [Y/N]. You’ve got him there.”

While George groaned, surely smacking his palm into his forehead, Clay spoke up with a teasing hum. “You should play some GeoGuessr with us more often. You’re way better at this than George.”

“This is bullying,” came a distant complaint from George, his voice coming out muffled through his mic.

“It’s the truth,” you corrected with a cheeky grin. “You cannot deny that.”

There came a snort, followed by Sapnap’s gentle laugh. “Look at you, [Y/N], being so mean all of a sudden.”

You smiled lopsidedly, trying to push back the shiver that ran down your spine at the way his low voice made your insides melt. “You know you guys love it.”

“We do.” Clay’s voice almost sounded far away, muffled and hazy. “We really, really do.”

Your heart leapt into your throat as a soft silence washed over the four of you, your chuckles dying down and fading into the quietness of your bedroom. Sighing deeply, you picked at your nail, silently begging your heart to calm down again. It was right then when George softly piped up.

“Hey, [Y/N],” he said quietly. When you let out a small noise, he continued. “We… you would call us close to you, right?”

You laughed at the hesitancy in his tone. For a second, he almost sounded shy, and it sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. “Do you even have to ask? We’ve been friends for months—of course we are!”

You could make out the faint sound of shuffling from Clay’s end, his icon flashing green. “Are—” He coughed. “Does that mean we’re close enough to ask you a… somewhat private question?”

You raised an eyebrow at his tone, your curiosity piquing. “Go for it,” you said gently, letting your eyelids flutter comfortably shut.

“Have you met your soulmate yet?”

In an instant, your eyes shot wide open again, and you lay frozen in your bed. In all the time you had known each other, not once had you brought up the topic of soulmates. It was almost as though you had simply skirted around it, too shy to press on about. But right now, with the topic lying right in front of your face, you couldn’t just avoid the topic.

Your fingers twitched as your mouth fell open. “N-No,” you stammered, the butterflies in your stomach going oddly still. “I, um, I haven’t. Have any of you?”

There was a pause. “No, none of us.”

You thought for a moment, your heart mulling over those four little words. Then, you exhaled and let your shoulders relax against the mattress, your nails curling into your palm. “I’m sure you guys have nothing to worry about,” you murmured almost hazily. “There are probably thousands and thousands of people who would love to be any one of your soulmates.” You chuckled, but it tasted bittersweet on your tongue. “Heck, there’s probably at least half a million fans who would be dying to take my place, right now.”

On the other end of the line, you were met with silence, but it was fleeting. “What about you?” Clay suddenly asked.

You blinked, your palm going slack. “Me?”

“You,” Clay affirmed, sounding more serious than before. “If you were one of our soulmates, how would you feel?”

The words left your lips before you could stop them. “Happy,” you blurted, suddenly feeling breathless. “So, so happy. I—”

You suddenly slapped your hand over your mouth, cutting yourself off with wide eyes. Realization struck you like a lightning bolt, and you could feel your blood run cold in your neck. I did not just say that.

“What—” George stopped. Then, a second later, he continued. “Which one of us would you want it to be? To be your soulmate?”

With trembling fingers, you moved your hand away from your mouth, your voice coming out small. “Are you asking me who I like most?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

You almost felt your heart drop, bolting upright until you were sitting atop your sheets. Wrapping your hand around your phone, you balanced it on your lap, uncertainty springing up in your gut.

Who... I like most?

Dream, George, and Sapnap. Sapnap, Dream, and George.

To think that just a year ago, you had never spoken to them—had only ever known them as three strangers through a screen. Yet here you were now, their voices soft against your ear and your heart aching at the sound of their laughter. They made you smile beyond belief, and you wouldn’t miss a call with them for the world, even if it was three in the morning and you were dead asleep. Although you had spent time with each of them individually, just as friends did, you loved spending time with all three of them together far more, and you didn’t want to imagine having them any other way.

George, Sapnap, and Dream.

Who did you like most?

You swallowed, then opened your mouth. “I,” you choked out, “I don’t—I wouldn’t—”

You stopped, your heart pounding like a drum between your lungs. You could feel them waiting for you, as patient and caring as ever. The thought made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. Screwing your eyes shut, you sucked in a deep breath and whispered.

“I don’t think I could ever pick just one of you.”

The silence that filled the air as you closed your mouth was tense. A million unspoken words ricocheted off the insides of your mind, your heart racing within the confines of your chest. The air suddenly felt too hot, and you kicked the covers off your legs, curling your knees closer to your chest and resting your burning cheeks on top of them.

“Maybe this is a sudden thing to say,” Sapnap whispered abruptly, his words coming out slurred as he broke the silence, “but I really, really want to know what you look like right now, [Y/N].”

You felt your arms go limp around your legs. “Me, too,” George added, thoughtful and faint. “I bet you’re beautiful.”

Resisting the urge to bury your face in your hands, you ran your finger along the edge of your phone screen, the glass pressing against your hot skin. “I—um,” you began shakily, “you’ll see when we meet, okay? This way, two of us can stay a mystery.”

Clay’s soft chuckle rippled through your bedroom once more, bouncing off the walls and making your chest ache even more. “Alright.”

You felt your chest constrict with heat, feeling like you were almost about to burst at the seams from the way they were speaking. “W-Well,” you laughed, trying not to sound as panicked as you felt, “on that note, I think I’m gonna go to sleep now.” You opened your mouth to continue when a yawn cut you off, eliciting a string of laughs from your phone speaker. “I’m feeling pretty tired.”

“Sweet dreams, [Y/N],” George murmured tenderly. “Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed with your heart battering against your ribs. “Goodnight!”

Reaching over, you pressed your thumb over your phone screen, exiting the call just as swiftly as you had joined. That had been hours ago now, and while you were tired, you couldn’t shake the churning sensation in the pit of your stomach—twisting and turning as you laid back on your bed. You slipped your phone onto your nightstand, plugging it in in a forlorn haze before lying back once more. Staring up at the lonesome ceiling, you frowned, your heart suddenly feeling like an anchor in your chest.

Without even an inch of doubt, you knew: you liked them—all three of them.

And it was going to be the end of you.

Having a crush was a dangerous thing in a world full of soulmates, especially if they were online—even more so if you had multiple. You could only ever find out if someone was your soulmate if you met them in person, and you had heard far too many stories of couples meeting in person, only to learn that they weren’t fated to be. Combining that with multiple soulmate bonds slimmed the chances even further. Multiple soulmate bonds weren’t exactly unheard of, but they were rare. You had never met anyone who had one, and you doubted that you would be the first you’d know to have one.

You suddenly felt it—that familiar spark of hope you felt all those months ago when you sat at your desk chair with a shirt on your lap. The hope that drew you to them now was the very same hope that connected you in the first place. Your heart leapt, lapping up every last droplet like a man dying of thirst, yet with each new spark that rained down in your chest, the thought clawing at the back of your mind loomed larger and larger.

Just what exactly were the chances all four of you would be soulmates? It had to be next to nothing if it wasn’t zero already.

This wasn’t like the manhunt raffle—lady luck could only be so generous.

Rolling onto your side, you felt something deep inside you reach its hands up and wrap around your lungs, squeezing as tightly as it could. The ache that shot through your insides stung like a hot coal, but you knew there was nothing you could do to soothe its hungry flames. Unshed tears pricked the back of your eyelids like silver needles, and you squeezed your eyes shut, choking back a muffled whine. Your bedroom suddenly felt too big, your bed too empty.

Hope could be beautiful, but it could also destroy you from the inside out.

“Do not leave the call.”

Clay’s chuckle sent a frown skittering across your face, and you let out a small whine as you leaned forward in your desk chair. “Aww,” he crooned, teasing and light, “are you jealous, Georgie?”

“N-No, what?” George sputtered, and you could almost envision the way his cheeks would flush a pretty shade of baby pink. “Just—just don’t hang up.”

“I’m telling you,” Sapnap laughed with a sly lilt, his voice sounding a little more distant than Clay’s, “he’s jealous.” You vaguely could make out the sound of his signal light from inside his car, a muffled car horn echoing from outside. “Or at least if he isn’t, [Y/N] is.”

At that, you whipped your head up, blinking wide as you shot a glare at Sapnap’s Discord icon on the side of your monitor screen. “Well, [Y/N]?” Clay drawled, a flicker of mischief dancing in his tone. “What do you have to say about that?”

You curled your fingers into your hands, a small pout settling onto your features as heat shot across your face. “I—I am!” you said, your voice coming out a fraction louder than you intended. When the other line went quiet, you shuffled back in your seat, your cheeks burning even hotter. “I am jealous, okay? It’s... it’s just not fair that you two get to meet before we do.”

There was a brief moment of silence. You were being childish, you knew, but at least you were being honest. Suddenly, Clay spoke. “We know, sweetheart,” he said gently, not at all realizing how your heart skipped a beat at the pet name. “But you’ll be able to meet us soon. Just wait a bit longer, okay? I’ll buy you both plane tickets if I have to.”

You pouted with a dejected whimper, your finger drawing small circles onto the side of your desk. “Okay.”

“Don’t sound so sad,” Sapnap chuckled with a soothing coo. “As soon as we can get you two over here, we will.”

You let out a sigh, swinging your chair from side to side with a frown. Was it so wrong of you to want to meet them so badly, to want to see them and hug them? Part of you didn’t even care if you were all soulmates at this point—you just wanted to hear them laugh in person. You wanted to make them smile. Was that really so much to ask for?

“I see him!” Clay suddenly shouted. Your head shot up faster than a bullet, and you heard the sound of a front door opening and slamming shut. “Oh, Sapnap.”

“Oh, Dream,” Sapnap called mockingly, his smile shining through in his voice. There was the sound of the car engine stopping, then a car door swinging open. “Holy crap, you’re way taller than I expected.”

You chuckled at the surprise in Sapnap’s voice, hearing George laugh along with you. “Jeez,” Clay muttered, his voice overlapping ever so slightly with the mic on Sapnap’s phone. “It’s so weird actually seeing you in person, oh my go—”

All of a sudden, Clay went silent, cutting himself off with a strangled noise of surprise. On Sapnap’s end, there was a muffled choking sound, then nothing. In a flash, you were upright, your eyes wide and your hand flying to your mouse.

“Sapnap?” George called, his tone soaked with worry. “Clay? Are you two alright?”

There came a gasp, and you could make out the sound of Sapnap struggling to search for words. “You’re—Clay’s my—”

Just like that, it clicked, like a switch had been flipped inside you. You felt something in your chest deflate, and you opened your mouth.

“Soulmates,” you whispered so quietly that you would have missed it yourself, had you not been the one to say it. “You two are soulmates, aren’t you?”

George fell silent. “I think so,” Clay mumbled, his tone coming out as if he were in a daze. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life—it definitely feels like what everyone says, you know? Just, really warm, and.... and...” He trailed off, ending with an enamoured sigh. “Yeah.”

Your mouth felt as though it had been sewn shut, like you wouldn’t have been able to force the words from your lips even if you tried. “How did we not know after all these years?” Sapnap giggled, his voice swimming in a mixture of disbelief and affection.

“We’ve never met in person up until now,” Clay mused, his sentence rising at the end. “This is the first time we’ve ever seen each other, let alone touched.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Sapnap murmured back wistfully. The call suddenly went quiet, and a deep, disappointed quiet fell over the four of you. Not a word was said as the harsh reality slowly settled into your hearts.

Clay and Sapnap were soulmates.

Only Clay and Sapnap.

“I’m happy for you two!” George suddenly shouted, startling you in your chair. He sounded oddly chipper—too chipper. “I wish—” He suddenly choked, pausing for a moment to catch his breath again. “I wish I was already friends with my soulmate. Meeting new people is hard.”

“Who knows?” Clay chuckled. His words were teasing, but even they couldn’t mask how crestfallen he sounded. “Maybe [Y/N] is yours.”

“Yeah,” Sapnap hummed in agreement, the hopefulness in his voice sounding just as forced as his soulmate’s. “You hear that, [Y/N]? Maybe you and Gogy were meant to be.”

Your vision was hazy and unfocused, your gaze focused on the window in your room. In the corner of the glass was a small spider web, just barely the size of your palm. You watched with blurry eyes as a fly caught in the sticky web beat its wings in desperation, struggling helplessly as a spider crawled out from behind the windowsill. You distantly wondered how trapped that fly felt—if it knew that there was no point in hoping for anything better, now.

Turning away from the window, you focused your gaze down at yourself, down at the black shirt you were wearing. A clean white axe stared back up at you, and you felt a bittersweet smile stretch across your face as you uttered a single word.

“Maybe.”

A loud beep echoed from the ceiling speakers, and you jumped at the sound. All around you, people were bustling in and out of gates, towing luggage behind them as they rushed down the crowded pathways and between loitering groups of people. You whipped your head this way and that at the sight, your head spinning with all the new sights and sounds.

It was still hard to believe that just a few months prior, you wouldn’t have been able to step foot in an airport like this.

To see people move from one place to the next, seeing loved ones and meeting new people for the first time was almost exhilarating, especially after all that had happened with the world. You liked it, and you certainly hoped that it was here to stay.

You had just started walking down the main path when you felt your phone ring in your pocket. Fishing it out, your face lit up at the caller ID, and you picked up without waiting another second, pressing the cool glass to your ear with a smile. “Hi, George.”

“Hey!” he greeted with a cheerful tone. “Did you get here safely?”

Rocking back and forth on your heels, you curled your fingers a little tighter around the handle of your suitcase with a hum. “Yep.”

“Good.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and it sent a familiar tingle of warmth bouncing down your spine. “How are you feeling?”

You paused, your steps faltering for a brief second as you pondered. “Nervous,” you said after a moment or two, “but a good kind of nervous.”

“A good kind of nervous?” he repeated with a fond tone. “I think I know the word you’re looking for.”

Your lips curled up at his words, your mind flashing back to a distant day from long, long ago. “Yes, George, I’m excited.”

The laugh that fell from his lips sounded like pure music to your ears, and you caught yourself thinking that you wouldn’t mind drowning in the sound. “Me, too.” As you wove between a few sectioned off groups, George added gently, “You know where to meet us, right?”

You nodded with a small noise of confirmation, making a sharp turn down yet another long hallway. “Yeah—I’m pretty sure Clay and Sap are already waiting for us.”

George snorted, both affectionate and teasing at once. “Oh, I know they are. I’ll see you there?”

You grinned, bobbing your head along to the beat of your suitcase wheels rolling across the polished tiled floors. “For sure. See you there!”

Lowering your phone from your ear, you pressed your thumb against the screen before letting it drop into your pocket once more. A sigh escaped your lips as you let the ache you had been suppressing tumble loose, throbbing and gnawing away at the shaky shards of your heart.

How long had they known that Clay and Sapnap were soulmates, now? Five months? Six? You weren’t sure if you could even bring yourself to keep count, anymore. It hurt too much to think about. You were happy for them, you really were. But the selfish part inside you still longed for their touch, even if they wouldn’t ever truly be yours. It wasn’t that you didn’t like George, but you meant what you said—you couldn’t pick just one, and you wanted all of them, as greedy as it was.

Shaking your head, you pushed forward, your gaze darting up to the navigational sign hanging from the ceiling. No matter how painful it may be, you weren’t going to let your own heart get in the way of how amazing today was going to be. You were meeting your favourite people in the world today, and nothing was going to take that away from you.

Not even heartbreak.

Glancing briefly over at a map on the wall, you huffed as you dragged your suitcase up a set of stairs and through the corridor, chewing on the inside of your lip. George’s gate was on the opposite side of the airport from yours, and Clay and Sapnap were waiting in the middle for the two of you. His flight had arrived a bit before yours, so you knew you were just going to have to find all three of them together.

After another few minutes of walking, you found yourself walking into the central dome of the airport, the glass ceiling filtering natural light into the room as you wheeled your luggage in. Your lips parting in awe at the sight, you swept your gaze across the busy room, scanning over every head you could find. You had only been looking for a few moments when a head of dark sepia hair caught your attention. Narrowing your eyes, you shuffled forward carefully. Then, your lips split into a triumphant grin.

There they were.

In a heartbeat, you felt your insides melt at the sight. Sapnap and George looked as handsome as ever, their lips curled up into dazzling smiles as they spoke, and Clay—oh, Clay. This was the first time you would ever be seeing each other’s faces, but you didn’t have to see him to know that he was pretty. With tousled golden locks and emerald green eyes that flashed like gemstones, he was everything you could have asked for and more.

Chatting casually with one another, all three of them were dressed in comfortable clothes, and you wanted to fling yourself at them and bury yourself into their warm touch. Sucking in a deep breath, you marched toward them, slinking around so that you were facing their backs. Hugs could come later—right now, it was time for a surprise.

Treading slowly and carefully, you only stopped when you stood a foot behind them, the giddiness rising in your chest as you finally opened your mouth.

“Sapnap was right. You are tall.”

The three of them immediately whirled at the sound of your voice, their eyes as wide as saucers as their gazes locked on yours. The grin on your face only grew wider as you watched their faces light up in unison, like a set of stars coming together in the night sky.

“[Y/N],” they said at the same time, blinking wildly as you sent them a small wave.

You laughed. “Here I a—”

“We were right, too,” Clay suddenly blurted, bending over slightly. “You are beautiful.”

Your cheeks flushed with bubbling heat, and you felt your heart leap in your chest. “I—ah, um,” you stammered, taking a step back. “You look good too, Clay.”

Sapnap took a step forward, reaching his hand out toward you with a soft smile. “So, we finally meet,” he hummed, a brilliant gleam flashing across his eye. “Does this mean I get to hug you, now?”

You grinned, and with a giggle, you were leaping forward, your suitcase wobbling behind you as you let go. The moment you felt warm arms wrap around your backside, you felt yourself relax.

Then, your skin suddenly felt like it was on fire.

Warmth surged up your spine like a rippling flame, your eyes shooting wide open as you gasped, your fingers curling into the soft fabric of Sapnap’s shirt. In an instant, you were stumbling back, clutching at the space over your heart. You could feel it going absolutely haywire in your chest, pounding like never before. Your entire body felt as light as a feather, and your mind felt strangely hazy.

Impossible—it had to be.

“Sap,” you choked out, your eyes locking onto his own wide ones, “you—”

“George, Clay,” he suddenly said, reaching a hand out toward the two boys, “get over here. Right now.”

The two of them had been standing stock still just a few steps away, their jaws dropped and faces contorted with surprise as they watched you and Sapnap tremble across from one another. Swallowing, George took the first shaky step forward, reaching his hand toward yours. The moment your fingers brushed, the same tingling warmth crashed over you like a wave, and you let out a soft noise, happiness blooming in your throat like a blossom in spring. You watched with earnest eyes as George’s expression mirrored yours, his rosy lips parted in surprise as his fingers latched onto yours. The hope you had locked away months ago came pouring out of your glowing heart like a waterfall, overwhelming every inch of your senses.

“It’s not just us,” you whispered, your voice brimming with nebulous hope. “It’s George, too.”

George lifted his head, his breath hitched as he turned. “That just means...”

All three of your gazes landed on Clay, who was still frozen in place, stock still with shock. Your eyes darted to Sapnap’s, then George’s. You nodded in unison, and without saying a word, you stepped forward. You slipped your hand into Sapnap’s, your heart trembling with adoration at how big and warm his palm was against your own. Sharing one last glance with one another, you nodded. Just like that, you were slipping your hand into Clay’s, George following suit while Sapnap grabbed his.

In a heartbeat, everything felt perfect.

The empty cracks in your heart no longer felt as wide as they once did, instead flooding with burning warmth and something that felt like love. Your head spun with dizzying affection, and you felt your vision grow watery, but for an entirely different reason, now.

God, you loved them, you loved them, you loved them.

At your side, Sapnap’s hand shook in yours, surprise lacing his every word. “I can’t believe it.”

“A four-way soulmate bond,” George breathed, his own mouth twitching up into a lovestruck grin. “I—I never thought we’d have one. I mean, I always hoped but—”

Suddenly, Clay spoke up, his voice hoarse but full of sincerity. “W-Woah, are you crying? What’s wrong?”

In a flash, their eyes were on you, who had let go of Clay’s hand to press your palm against your eye. “N-Nothing’s wrong,” you said, your voice shaking with overwhelming emotion. “I’m just—I’m so happy.” A quiet sniffle bubbled up in your throat, but it didn’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips. “I liked you all so much and I was so scared that only George was going to be my soulmate, because you’re all so important to me, and I couldn’t just give you guys up like that.”

“[Y/N],” Clay choked out, his own voice starting to wobble, “stop, please. You’re going to make me cry.”

Laughing, you leaned against him, soaking into the warmth of his body as his arm instinctively wrapped around you. “Just—just cry with me, okay? We can all cry together.”

You didn’t need to say it twice. Not even a split second later, and you felt two more pairs of arms snake up around you, a nose burying itself into your hair as a cheek pressed against yours. “It looks like you won more than just one lottery then, huh?” Sapnap mumbled from above you, his chest rumbling against your back.

“Yeah,” George chuckled, his fingers lovingly rubbing small circles against your arm. “First the manhunt, now this. Just how lucky can one person be?”

You smiled, rubbing your head against Clay’s shoulder with a loving hum. “I don’t know what the universe was thinking,” you murmured, your eyelids fluttering shut as you gently rocked back and forth together, “but I’m glad I won. You three are the best prize I could have ever asked for.”

You felt a pair of lips press a soft kiss to the top of your head, your heart sighing in your chest. “I love you,” someone whispered, too softly for you to tell who it was.

All around you, the bustling airport kept moving, full of life and bursting with energy as the crowds flowed around you like a river. The world was still moving, the planet still turning beneath your feet as you embraced one another, warm and safe in each other’s arms. But in that moment, none of that mattered. A dazzling spark danced along the crevice of your heart, bright and warm and oh-so full of hope as you opened your mouth to whisper back.

“I love you all, too.”

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ilovefandoms102 · 2 years

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Mr&Mrs.Rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Steve doesn’t take the hint…

Note: MORE TIKTOK AND I LOVE THIS MAN

Warnings🛑: steve being a clueless bby, dirty text messages, husband stevie😍, smut(spanking, unprotected sex, dom/sub aspects, slight degradation, overstim)

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Steve was doing some paperwork for Tony, which meant he had no time for you. A permanent pout had formed on your face as you stared at him hoping if you stared hard enough he’d stop working.

“Babe, stop pouting” he said without even looking up.

This made you huff, crossing your arms like a child and unwillingly taking your eyes off of your husband. Your thoughts then turned super dirty when you glanced back for a second and saw the veins sticking out of his arms.

A plan formed in your sneaky mind, pulling out your phone and began typing.

Mrs.Rogers❤️: you look so fucking sexy over there baby, sure do wish I could get that pretty head of yours between my legs😏

You smiled evilly as you hit send, Steve scrunching his brows and he looked at his phone sitting on his desk.

“Sweetheart, why are you texting me when we’re in the same room?” he asked, curiously looking over at you.

You smacked your forehead in frustration, the poor man still wasn’t with the times.

“Dammit Steve read the message!” you shouted, his eyebrow arched as he picked up his phone.

He read the message, mouth dropping slightly, and his cute cheeks turned pink.

“You have a dirty mouth Mrs.Rogers.” Steve smirked, pushing his chair back.

“Do I Mr.Rogers?” you asked with a smirk of your own.

“Such a needy brat, come here.” he demanded, your feet practically leaping up as you quickly walked over.

You parked yourself in his lap, straddling his scrumptious thighs. His hands felt down your curves, loving every dip and roll before getting to your ass. You squealed as he spanked your right cheek.

“Steven!” you hissed, but he knew how much you loved a good spanking.

“Bad girls get spanked,” he tsked, promptly smacking the left cheek.

“Stevie come on, want you.” you whined, grinding yourself down on his hard cock.

“Get me out then baby,” he grinned, watching you hurry as you undid his pants.

You moved your panties to the side, scooting closer so you could sink down on him. Both of you moaned, the delicious feeling of being connected fluttered around you.

“Oh Stevie, fuck you feel good.” you moaned, filling yourself to the hilt.

“My perfect little wife, look at you, sitting on my cock like a little whore.” Steve smirked, helping you begin to move.

“I love being your whore Mr.Rogers.” you panted, smiling as you closed your eyes in bliss.

You held his shoulders tightly as you bounced on his cock, rocking your hips so he hit all your special spots. Steve watched in awe as the woman he was in love with get lost in her own pleasure, so desperate to cum he could already feel you teetering on the edge.

Steve slid a hand down to your throbbing clit, rubbing the little nub viciously. You squealed, riding him faster. Steve firmly planted his feet on the ground, grinning menacingly.

“I love you Mrs.Rogers, but I think you need a little more than this baby.” he chuckled darkly, your eyes widening as he began pounding his hips up into you.

“Steve! Oh fuck-fuck-fuck! Don’t stop-oh god don’t stop!” you screeched, pulling at his hair as you held on for dear life against his animalistic thrusts.

Steve only growled in response, his grip tightening around you as his other hand rubbed you mercilessly. You sobbed as your orgasm hit, tingles flowing through your body while Steve kept railing you.

“Gonna cum in your pretty pussy baby.” Steve whispered, biting down on your neck as he pistoned his hips.

“Please fill me up Stevie, wanna be so full of you.” you babbled, throwing your head back as you felt another high coming.

Steve gritted out your name as he shot his load in you as promised, your legs shaking as your second orgasm hit at the same time. The two of you lazily made out until you breathing calmed, pulling back slightly to look into each other’s eyes.

“I love you Mrs.Rogers,” Steve whispered, nuzzling his nose to yours.

“I love you too Mr.Rogers,” you whispered back, smiling as you kissed him one last time.

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mimi-ya · 3 years

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appendage ~ trafalgar law x reader

1,400 words | f!reader | nsfw

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The prudish blush of his cheeks is amusing.

“Pretty please? With a cherry on top?” You bat your eyelashes.

“(Y/N)-ya. I have to work to do.” Not meeting your stare and instead focusing on the texts in front of him.

It was the same type of excuse he gave every time to your pleading. The med bay needed sterilizing. He needed to check out the boiler. The sub entrance was leaking. There was always something.

“C’mon captain.” You press your body against his side, “I didn’t take you to be such a prude.” The hold on his pencil tightens, flush creeping down his neck, “Can you just do it once, for me?”

Law’s mouth drops when your warm breath tickles his ear, and it feels like you’re about to get the answer you’ve been looking for, but unfortunately a couple of idiots burst into the control room.

“What do you need help with Y/N?” Penguin asks.

“Nothing.” Law snaps.

“Don’t worry, captain! We’ll help if you’re too busy!” Shachi says, a bright smile on his face.

There’s a vein tensing on the side of Law’s neck, “No, you won’t.”

“We don’t mind, really!”

You grin, enjoying Law’s simmering anger, “That’s so sweet of you two, aren’t they just so helpful?” You turn to your captain.

But he doesn’t answer, instead slamming shut his book and storming out.

Law doesn’t come to dinner or leave his room for the rest of the night. It’s nothing new to the rest of the crew, but you wonder if you’ve pushed too far.

Making your way to his room, you knock on the door, and when there’s no answer, you quietly push open the door.

Law’s seated at his desk, fingers tapping against the metal. He seems to be deep in thought, not even moving when you come up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have kept pushing it, especially when you already said no.”

“I’ll do it.”

“What?” Surprise colors your voice.

“I said I’ll do it.” He looks at you over his shoulder, “But I’m in charge.”

You eagerly nod your head, excitement coursing through you. Not even waiting for another word, you jump onto the bed.

“Strip.” He commands, and you oblige, ripping off your jumpsuit and everything underneath until there’s not a stich of clothing left. Law’s eyes roam over your exposed skin, drinking in every curve, stretch, and mark like a man dying of thirst. He palms his cock through the fabric of his pants, relieving the tension building in his stomach.

Chewing on your thumb, you watch as he walks to the corner of the room, picking up Kikoku before turning back to you. He unbuttons his pants, pushing them down far enough just to release his heavy cock, that stands straight to attention.

The room is enveloped in a familiar blue, and with a quick slice, Law holds his dismembered cock in his hand. You jump to your knees, eager to get your hands on it.

Law’s eyes cut to yours, and with a growl asks, “Did I say you could move?” Your hand pauses halfway, and you shake your head with a pout, “Lay back down.”

Falling on your back, Law takes the opportunity to crawl in front of you. With his free hand, he gives a stinging slap to the side of your thigh, and you get the message to let your legs fall open.

He eyes your now exposed cunt, a finger coming up to swirl at the slick pooled, before trailing it up to rub at the little bundle of nerves that has you squirming.

“Law.” You whine, “I thought I was going to be the one playing.”

“Tch. Such a brat.” He snaps his fingers and motions for your hands, placing his most sensitive part in your grasp.

It’s a familiar weight in your hands, but completely different at the same time. You can’t help but immediately bring the cock to your mouth, a quick kiss and tease of the tongue over its slit.

Law exhales a harsh breath through his nose, and pinches the inside of your thigh, “I said I was in charge.”

“And I’m the one with your cock in their hand.” You shoot back, making him aware of the power you have over him, “Now go sit down.” Nodding at the chair across the room.

There’s a brief standoff, holding each other’s gaze, but Law resigns, with a mutter under his breath and finds his seat in the chair. You happily pull yourself up, so your back is leaning against the wall, legs still open so he has a complete view of the show you’re about to put on.

“You can still feel it?” You ask, one hand gripping the base of his cock, while the other thumbs around the top.

He gives a nod, hand gripping the arm of the chair as you rub his cock across your breasts. The tip circling your nipple, leaving behind a smear of precum.

“Huh,” You muse, “Didn’t know that would still happen.” You swipe a finger and bring the slick to your mouth, a familiar taste filling your sense.

Law grunts but doesn’t say anything else.

Trailing further down, you tease the head of his cock at your clit. It’s something he always does to torture you, but you seem to be enjoying it a little more than he is right now. Pleasure thrumming through your body.

Meanwhile, Law is wishing you would speed things up a bit. The slow trail you’ve been taking and the constant grip you have at the base of his cock has beads of sweat forming at his brow, heart palpating, and the lack of control is making him a little on edge.

Sliding his cock through you wet folds you let a moan escape your lips, “So good.” You sigh, as you continue to rub against his flesh.

“Get on with it already.” Law snaps. You crack an eye open and grin at the sight of his bouncing leg and clenched hands. It must be taking a lot out of him to let you be in control like this for so long, and you decide to take pity, hoping that the next time he can endure your teasing a little longer.

“This what you want?” You ask, circling his tip at your entrance, before slowly sliding in. The thickness stretching you out heavenly.

Law falls back against the chair once he’s fully seated inside, hips involuntary thrusting up but his body isn’t given the satisfaction he’s looking for when his cock remains unmoved in you.

You can feel it throbbing inside, probably from desperation for movement. So you slowly pull out, before harshly thrusting it back. It’s a pace you appreciate but know drives Law insane. And the sight before you is so worth it. The little fidgets coming from his body and how he has his eyes screwed shut. A giggle escapes you when he lets a deep moan slip and his hips jerk as you clench around him.

“Something funny, (Y/N)-ya?” He growls.

You just hum in answer, a smile playing on your lips as you concentrate on your own pleasure, finding a nice pace that has the coil in your stomach tightening.

“Touch yourself.” Law gasps, as he struggles to hold back his own climax.

Your free hand sneaks down to your clit, rubbing swift circles as you speed up the hand thrusting his cock in and out of you, pulsating around it when you feel it start to throb with release.

Law squirms in his chair, broken moans of your name falling from his lips, which sends you over the edge, waves of pleasure coursing through you along with the heat of his release filling you up.

The feeling is addicting, and you can’t stop the hand that moves his cock in and out of you, enjoying the aftershocks and craving more.

That is until you feel Law hovering above you, a tight grip on your wrist, “That’s enough.” He chokes out, labored breaths coming from him, accompanied by his heaving chest.

He pulls on your hand, sliding his softening cock out that has you both groaning at the sensation.

You miss the fullness and whine when you see Law reattaching himself before collapsing beside you.

“I can’t hold onto it a little longer?” You pout, curling into his side.

Law grunts, “You’ve had your fun, now just wait till it’s my turn.”

A smirk spreads across your lips, “That better be a promise.”

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andshesaidwhat · 3 years

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Good Girl - Bo Burnham Smut (Dom!Bo)

Summary: Bo finds out that you’re interested in exploring the rougher side of him.

Warnings: Corruption kink, rough sex, semi-public acts, orgasm denial, edging, face-fucking, afab!reader, she/her pronouns, oral (reader and Bo receiving), fingering (reader receiving), choking, spanking, multiple orgasms.

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Your leg bounced up and down as you sat in front of Bo. You two were currently at dinner, sitting at a table near the back of the restaurant he had taken you to.

You and Bo had been dating for several months now, and he was absolutely wonderful. Everything between the two of you had been perfectly sweet and innocent. You had already had sex a few times, but everything was fairly vanilla.

It wasn’t until a conversation that the two of you had the other night that you found out he enjoys the rougher side of things. He’d merely said it in passing and reassured you that he’d never push you to do anything you didn’t want to do; but you couldn’t get it out of your head.

The look in his eyes as he’d talked so briefly about his fantasies was fiery. You’d caught yourself absentmindedly clenching your thighs together as he spoke.

You’d never explored the world of being dominant or submissive. It honestly hadn’t ever crossed your mind. Your whole life, you had been rather prudish when it came to those things. You never thought anything was wrong with that, and Bo promised you there wasn’t, but suddenly your mind was starting to wonder.

Your recent dreams had been filled with images of Bo with his hand around your throat, commanding you to do as he pleased. You felt dirty just thinking about it. The thoughts scared you, but you trusted Bo with every fiber of your being and you knew he would never hurt you or make you do anything you didn’t want to.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

You gasped as you felt Bo’s hand rest upon your knee, steadying the bouncing and rubbing soft circles into your skin. He cocked his head to the side, studying your reaction. He shook his head, brushing off whatever he was thinking; but he didn’t remove his hand.

“Sorry, I was just in my head,” you apologized, feeling heat creep up your neck. You tried to blink away the thoughts as you focused back on finishing the food in front of you.

As your waiter approached your table you attempted to pull your leg back; but Bo tightened his grip, holding you still. Your fork fell from your fingers, hitting your plate with a loud crash. Your face burned a deep shade of red at the attention the noise caused and the waiter asked if there was anything you needed.

“Just the check will be fine, thank you,” Bo told him, his eyes never leaving you. Your stare remained frozen on the white tablecloth.

You didn’t know what was coming over you. You were becoming so flustered at just the thought of what Bo had talked about. It was wrong to fantasize about things like that, right? You shouldn’t want to be manhandled or talked to sternly. So why were you finding yourself aroused?

“Y/N, look at me,” Bo commanded.

You sucked in a breath, raising your eyes to meet his intense gaze. You felt vulnerable as he stared into you; like he could read all of the dirty thoughts that were running through your mind.

Your stomach twisted with nerves and anticipation. You didn’t know why you were acting like this. Of course, you’ve always felt attracted to him; but this was something different entirely.

You wanted him to control you.

You had to satisfy your curious need to understand that side of him.

You gripped the arms of the chair you were sitting in as he slowly started moving his hand up and down your thigh. The tips of his fingers reached further under your skirt with every move.

Your eyes stayed locked on one another as he tried to gauge how you were feeling. Your heart was in your throat. Everything was telling you that this was wrong. It was shameful to feel so lustful; in a public setting, nonetheless. Your body betrayed you, though. You bit down on your lip, letting out a breathless sigh as his fingers nearly grazed the heat between your thighs.

That was the green light that Bo needed.

He leaned forward in his seat, speaking lowly so nobody else could hear, and told you, “spread your legs.”

You couldn’t stop your body from obeying as your legs opened underneath the table, allowing him access to you.

He crept his hand forward, letting his fingertips lightly brush over your panties. It took everything in you not to arch into his touch. He continued tracing teasing patterns, refusing to stop even when the waiter came back and placed the check on the table. Slowly, he moved your panties to the side and pushed a long digit into you. He held it still, watching you squirm in your seat.

“Honey, care to explain why you’re fucking soaked?”

Heat erupted through your body at his filthy words, and you couldn’t bring yourself to respond. He drug his bottom lip through his teeth and pulled his finger out of you.

Your face lit up with embarrassment as he brought it up to his mouth and sucked your wetness off of it. Nobody had ever tasted you before. He got up from his chair and walked around the table, his tall figure looming behind you. He bent down until his lips grazed your ear and, in a husky voice, he whispered, “get up. We’re leaving.”

You quickly did as you were told while he tossed money down into the table. He pulled you along side him as he took large strides through the restaurant.

As you approached Bo’s vehicle, he pushed your back against the passenger door and pressed his body against yours.

“I need you to tell me what’s running through your head,” he said, his voice sounding breathless.

“I…I don’t know,” you stuttered, praying you wouldn’t have to tell him what you were really thinking.

“Yes, you do,” he scolded. “You have to tell me if you want me to do anything. If you don’t tell me, I will stop everything right now.”

“I…I was j-just thinking about…a-about what you said the other night. You know, about w-what you liked,” you explained, your voice faltering.

“Yeah? What about it?” he pushed.

“Just…um…just what it would be like,” you whispered, getting quieter as you spoke.

“What what would be like?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing he wasn’t letting this go. You felt ashamed that this was in your head; even worse, that he was making you say it.

“I told you to look at me, Y/N,” Bo reminded you.

You opened your eyes back up to look into his. His stare was taunting, enjoying torturing you. He wanted to make you squirm and you were angry at the way your body was reacting to it.

“Good girl. Now, answer my question.”

Your knees nearly buckled at the title he’d called you and it took everything in you to keep holding eye contact.

“I was wondering what it would be like for you to…uh, you know…take control in…that way…” you mumbled.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice dangerously low, “are you saying that you want me to dom you?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from breathing out a, “yes.”

His jaw clenched as he visibly was trying to restrain himself.

“Are you sure?”

Again, you simply said, “yes.”

“Then say it,” he demanded. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

You gulped, taking a shaky breath before saying, “I want you to dom me.”

He immediately pulled your body forward, reaching behind you to open the door and lifting you up onto the passenger seat. Your body was sideways and your legs were hanging outside. Bo dropped to his knees in front of you and you gasped as he stuck his head under your skirt. Your body trembled as he placed soft kisses on your hip bone.

Kissing just below your navel, your body froze as he grasped the band of your panties with his teeth. He slowly tugged them down and off of your legs, standing back up with the garment hanging from his mouth. He reached up to grab them and stuffed them in his back pocket.

He grabbed your legs, turning you back forward and shutting the door before entering the driver’s side and starting the engine. You rubbed your thighs together, feeling the arousal smearing across them.

Bo took note of this action and grabbed the leg closest to him, hooking it over the center console and spreading you apart. You gasped as he bunched your skirt around your waist, completely exposing you to him. He brought his fingers down to trace around your entrance, coating them in your arousal as he did.

Your hips moved involuntarily as you reached your hands out to grab his arm. He immediately removed his touch from you and you couldn’t help but whine at the loss of contact.

“Keep your hands by your sides. If you move them, I will stop,” Bo instructed you. You complied, balling your hands into fists and keeping them pressed tightly to your sides.

He slowly picked up his actions, teasingly touching you around where he knew you were aching for him. You fought not to move your hips, trying to stay still like he’d told you to. A part of you wanted him to praise you again.

He brought his fingers up to rub small circles on your clit, and your body instantly melted into his touch. Breathy moans escaped your mouth as he worked you. You’d never felt so turned on in your entire life. Riding in his car while he played with you was the most erotic thing you’d ever done, and you had a feeling this was only the beginning.

The excitement you felt only made you more sensitive to his touch and he picked up the pace. His thumb kept working in circles as he pushed his middle finger inside of you once again. You gasped as he quickly inserted a second finger, feeling a knot begin to form in the pit of your stomach.

“Bo,” you whispered, panting as he began to curl his fingers against the right spot. His thumb circled faster on your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you.

“You��re getting close aren’t you?” he taunted.

Bo was the only person who had ever been able to get you to that point. Everything about the way he touched you was overwhelming in the best possible way.

You nodded in response, chasing your release that was quickly building up.

“Nuh-uh. Use your words,” he told you.

“Y-yes, I’m close,” you stuttered, breathlessly.

“Do you want to come?” he asked you, continuing his relentless pace.

You nodded again before receiving a warning glare from him and quickly rushing out a, “yes.”

“Beg.”

Your breath caught in your throat as your fingernails dug into your palms.

“W-what?” you stuttered.

“You want to come? Fucking beg for it,” he ordered.

The thought humiliated you. Lowering yourself to beg someone for sexual release? You never thought you would resort to groveling, but the way Bo was working you had you completely desperate and you knew that he wouldn’t let up until you caved.

“P-please…” you whispered.

“Please, what?” he pushed, wanting to get more out of you.

You were dangerously approaching your breaking point, and you didn’t want to find out what would happen if you came without his permission. You could feel your resolve dimming, so you gave in.

“Please, let me come. Bo, please, I need it. It feels so good, you make me feel so good, please,” you rambled, mortification consuming you as you did.

Bo hummed, thinking for a moment, before responding, “no.”

Your blood ran cold as his response rang out. His hand only picked up speed, rubbing perfectly against you with vigorous intent.

“N-no? What do you mean no?” you whined, your body beginning to tremble with the need to let go.

“No. You’re not allowed to come unless I say so,” he told you. “I want you to wait until you physically can’t hold back anymore.”

You writhed in the seat, fighting to stop yourself from tipping over the edge. It was becoming overwhelming. Your entire body was burning with desire and it was becoming harder and harder to keep the knot from bursting. Every flick of Bo’s thumb across your clit caused your muscles to jerk, and you couldn’t handle the sensitivity. You knew you weren’t going to be able to stop yourself from giving into the pleasure.

“Bo, I c-can’t,” you panted, feeling yourself start to tip over the edge. “I can’t hold it.”

“It’s too much? It feels too good?” he coaxed you further, condescension dripping from his words.

“Yes,” you whined, starting to shake with the beginning of your climax.

Bo quickly removed his hand from you as he pulled into his driveway. Your body shook as your walls clenched around the emptiness. He unhooked your leg from the center console and smoothed your skirt back down, exiting the car like nothing had happened. He walked over to your side, opening your door and pulling you out with him.

Your body was still sensitive and recovering as he led you inside and into his room. He stopped you in front of the bed, softening his eyes as he looked at you.

“Are you sure that this is what you want? We can stop right now, it’s entirely up to you,” Bo reassured you. His loving consideration only made you more sure of the fact that you could trust him with this.

“I want this, Bo,” you told him, cupping his face to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He sighed into the kiss, opening his mouth against yours.

He pulled you against him and you gasped as you felt his hardened erection press into you. He deepened the kiss, moving with determination. He pulled away briefly, lifting your shirt above your head and swiftly unclasping your bra. They both fell to the floor, leaving you topless in front of him.

He trailed his fingers up your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he did. He slowly brought his large hands up to palm your breasts, kneading them as he captured your mouth with his again. He rubbed your hardening nipples with the pads of his thumbs, drinking in the whimpers escaping your throat. He bit down harshly on your lip, tugging before releasing it back with a pop. You moaned at the feeling, surprising yourself and satisfying Bo.

Bo trailed his lips across your jaw and down your neck, pinching and tugging at your nipples as he did. He pushed his leg between your thighs, rubbing the coarse material of his jeans against your dripping core. The friction against your clit, combined with the way his lips and fingers were exploring you, had your head spinning. He had you completely captivated by his touch and you could hardly think of anything else.

“Think of a safe word,” he whispered against your ear, the feeling of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“A w-what?” you stuttered, too overwhelmed by Bo’s actions to think straight.

“A safe word,” he continued. “It’s a word you will use if you don’t want to keep going. Say it, and I will immediately stop everything I’m doing; no matter what, okay?”

You nodded, pondering for a moment before blurting out, “mango.”

Your face flushed as Bo chuckled at your word choice before he nodded and repeated it back to you for reassurance. He stopped touching you, much to your dismay, and held your face in his hands to look into your eyes.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Yes, with everything in me,” you responded, sincerely.

“Do you promise that you will use your safe word if you want to stop at any time?”

“I promise, Bo,” you reassured him, thankful that he was so careful with things like this.

“Good.”

As you gave him your final confirmation, his eyes darkened with lust and his body straightened with authority. You couldn’t help but be intimidated at his height as he towered over you.

He slowly approached you, and you could feel your heart beat pulsing through your body. He unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off of his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. You watched him with anticipation as he undid his belt, dropping his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. His erection bobbed out in front of him, red and throbbing with need.

“You’ve got me so fucking hard, baby,” he groaned. The thought that you could cause him to be so aroused was still foreign to you.

He ran his fingers through your hair, before wrapping his hand in it and pulling you to your knees in front of him.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and suck my cock?”

You trembled slightly with nerves. You had never given someone a blowjob before. You weren’t even sure you knew exactly how, but you wanted so badly to please him so you nodded your head and whispered, “yes.”

Bo’s grip on your hair was tight as he guided your mouth closer to him. Unsure of what to do, you slowly leaned forward to place a kiss to the head. His breath hitched as his dick twitched and you found yourself wanting to bring more reactions out of him. You experimentally traced teasing circles with your tongue, enjoying the way he jerked against you.

“Stop being a fucking tease,” he growled, tugging harshly on your hair. The slight sting to your scalp sent electricity straight to your core.

You opened your mouth, sucking on the tip. You swirled your tongue, lapping up the pre-cum that was leaning out of him. You moaned at the taste and his hips stuttered at the sensation.

Bo noticed you squeezing your thighs together and he quickly kicked your knees apart, spreading your legs to prevent you from gaining any friction. You ached to be touched, but a part of you loved the way he was torturing you.

You took him further into your mouth, using your hand to pump what you couldn’t fit. You quickly found a natural rhythm and Bo moaned in approval as you picked up speed.

“Such a fucking natural,” Bo praised, causing a whimper to sound in the back of your throat. “You love it, don’t you? You dirty girl. Mm, fuck. You look so sinful with your lips around my cock. You want more? You want me to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?”

You could feel the wetness dripping down your legs. The words coming out of Bo’s mouth were filthy, but god you were loving it. What was happening to you? Bo had always told you that you were too pure for this world, but right now you felt anything but pure.

Bo used his free hand to grab your jaw, opening it further. You relaxed your mouth as he searched your eyes for any sign of apprehension. When he saw none, his breathing grew heavier as his eyes clouded with desire.

“Look at me,” Bo commanded. “I want you to look in my eyes while my cock hits the back of your throat.”

Bo’s grip held your head still as he slowly started thrusting into your mouth. He started out small, not going any further than you had been taking him. You attempted to relax your throat, allowing him to thrust himself deeper.

You kept your eyes locked on his as he increased his pace, watching as his long hair swayed in front of his face. His pupils dilated with lust as his breathing grew labored. You could feel him repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, and you struggled to catch your breath. You involuntarily gagged around him and he groaned in response, tugging on your hair to thrust deeper.

You could feel tears falling down your cheeks, but he looked so beautiful coming undone this way and you couldn’t stop the ever-present throbbing between your legs.

“Fuck, honey, your mouth is so fucking good,” he groaned, causing a whimper to sound from you. His hips stuttered at the sensation. “Mm, yeah you like that, don’t you? You like it when I tell you how good you’re being for me. Fuck, look at you; you’re dripping.”

His eyes glanced down to your glistening core and you desperately needed his touch. His thrusts became sloppy as he got closer to the edge, and he slowed his pace down before pulling out of your mouth completely.

Feeling a mix of his pre-cum and your saliva smeared across your mouth, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at the loss of contact.

“You’re doing so good, baby, but I’m not ready to be done just yet,” he told you, running his fingers gently through your hair.

He grabbed your arms, pulling you up to him, and pressed his lips against yours. His kiss was sweet at first, but quickly grew hungrier. Soon enough, his mouth was devouring yours. He moved against your with passion and desire and you had never felt more wanted in your life.

Bo grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him, and you felt his slick cock rub against your aching clit. You moaned into his mouth, instantly moving your lower half to grind into him. He guided your waist, keeping you at a torturously slow pace. His eyes stayed locked on yours as he watched your face contort in desperation.

“Bo,” you whined, breathlessly, “I need you.” He cocked his eyebrow, as if waiting for you to finish, so you quickly added, “please.”

“Mm,” he hummed in approval. “Such a fast learner.”

Before you had time to react, Bo hoisted you up and threw you onto the bed. Your back hit the soft mattress with a bounce and he immediately climbed on after you, grabbing your legs and spreading them open. He crawled between them, his body hovering over yours as he attached his lips to your neck.

He kissed his way around, stopping occasionally to linger on a specific spot. You gasped as you felt him bite down just above your shoulder, moaning at the rush of pleasure it sent through you. He did this a few more times, marking his way across your neck and chest, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He nipped and licked at the hardened bud, only stopping when he was satisfied to move on to the next. His mouth left an array of dark bruises across your breasts to match the rest of them, and the line between pain and pleasure was quickly starting to blur. It all felt so good. You wanted him to mark you; to make you his.

He took his time kissing down your stomach, making it a point to worship every inch of your body. No one had ever made you feel like this before. The things you were doing felt so dirty, but Bo made it feel so right. He made it feel like this was always how it should be. You were becoming lost in him, and you loved the way he could make your body react to his command.

You felt his lips ghost over your throbbing heat and you immediately tensed up, grabbing his face to still him. He looked up at you, softening his features and letting you see that this was still the Bo you loved and trusted.

“Are you okay? We don’t have to keep going,” he reassured you.

“No, no, it’s okay. It’s just that I’ve, uh…” you trailed off, your face heating up in a blush. “I’ve just- Well, I mean, nobody has ever really done that…before.”

His eyes widened in surprise as he clarified, “nobody has ever gone down on you?”

You shook your head, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment. Bo grabbed them, pulling them away and placing them in his hair.

“I want to try it. You deserve to be absolutely worshipped, but you have control. If you want me to stop, just use your word.”

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Nuh-uh,” he tutted. “You know the rules. You keep your eyes open. I want you to watch every move I make, got it?”

“Yes,” you squealed, forcing your eyes open to watch him.

He grabbed both of your legs, holding them apart, and nipped lightly at the insides of your thighs. That sensation was enough to get you worked up again and soon you were desperate for his touch just as you had been before.

Bo flattened his tongue and placed a long lick from your entrance to your clit.

“Oh, holy fucking shit,” you cursed, instantly arching into him as sucked on your clit and expertly moved his tongue against it. You couldn’t repress the moans that were spilling from your mouth as you watched his work you. Your hands pulled and tugged at his hair, causing him to groan against your core. The vibrations sent a jolt of pleasure throughout your body and you couldn’t believe you’d never felt this until now.

Following his instructions, you kept your eyes on him. You studied the obscene way his mouth moved against your most sensitive area, and hell it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen. His beard caused an added friction that created a delicious burn.

You could feel that knot slowly starting to build again, and Bo brought his hand up to add a finger into you. You whined in approval, trying to keep watching him through hooded lids. Your eyes were clouded with pleasure as he added a second finger, curling them against the perfect spot inside of you.

“Yes, oh god, Bo. Right there,” you moaned, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. “I’m so close. Please, I need to come, Bo. Please.”

The words fell from your mouth far more naturally than they had when the evening had started. He looked up to lock eyes with you, giving you silent permission as he continued his relentless work.

Your body began to shake as you tipped over the edge, feeling the knot explode into ecstasy that coursed through your veins as you came with a cry of his name.

Your breathing began to calm itself as you came down from your high, and Bo slowed his actions to a stop.

Bo looked up at you and gave you a ravenous smile. Seeing your arousal coating his mouth had you instantly wanting him again. You pulled his face up to yours, and he leaned down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips as he parted them, letting his tongue tease yours. He rested his body against you, bringing your awareness back to his painfully erect cock.

“Fuck, Y/N, I wanna be inside you,” Bo groaned against your lips. “I wanna fill you up and fuck you so good that you scream my name.”

“Please fuck me, Bo,” you pleased, wiggling your hips against him.

“That pretty little mouth of yours sounds so good when it begs for my cock,” he praised, grinding into you.

He lined himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself into you. You both moaned as he stretched you out, filling you to the hilt.

He began slow and steady thrusts, and you fought not to close your eyes at the feeling of him inside you. He brought his hand up to toy with your sensitive nipples as he nipped at your ear, giving you perfect access to hear the noises that were coming from his mouth.

He moved his fingers up to lightly trace across your neck and you couldn’t stop yourself from gasping in anticipation. His movements stilled as he cocked his brow, not missing the way you’d reacted to his touch.

His large hand slowly tightened around your throat and you instantly felt the arousal seeping from between your legs. His eyes clouded with lust as he watched your face contorting in pleasure. He pulled out of you slightly before slamming back into you at a new harsh pace. You could hear the blood rushing in your head as you watched the veins straining against his flexed forearm.

His hold on your neck only increased the pleasure he was creating inside of you, his cock perfectly grazing against your sweet spot. He let go of you, barely giving you time to gasp for air before he pulled completely out of you and flipped you over on the mattress.

He pushed your chest into the bed and lifted your hips in the air, entering you again from behind. This new angle gave him deeper access, and your vision began to spot with the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling. The room was filled with the sound of his groans and his hips slapping against yours.

“You like it when I fuck you like this, hm? You like feeling dirty for me?” Bo’s thrust we’re beginning to grow sloppier, and you could tell you were both getting close. “Answer me,” Bo commanded.

You felt the sting of Bo’s strong hand harshly coming down against your ass with a smack and you shrieked, grinding your hips further back into him.

“Yes, Bo, only you could fuck me like this. You make me feel so good,” you moaned, the repeated thrusts pushing you closer and closer to your release.

He reached around to grab your neck and pulled you up onto your knees, your back flush against his chest as he picked up his pace. His breath was against your ear as he moaned your praises, quickly losing his resolve.

“Fuck, you’re perfect, Y/N. I need you to come with me, honey.”

He used his other hand to rub circles on your clit and the added stimulation was enough to send you over the edge.

You came around him, screaming his name as your head fell back onto his shoulder. He followed soon after, his hips stuttering inside of you as he moaned into your ear.

Your body collapsed back onto Bo in exhaustion, a satisfied haze filling the room. He held you in his arms, catching his breath and rubbing soothing patters on your shoulder. He gently kissed the top of your head and nuzzled his face into your neck.

“Are you okay? I didn’t push you did I?” His voice was full of sweet concern as he checked on you and your heart fluttered in your chest.

“I actually really liked it…” you admitted sheepishly, feeling the heat creeping up your neck.

“Oh, don’t get all shy on me now,” Bo chuckled, teasing you. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”

Bo swept you up bridal style, an act you were thankful for since you didn’t know that you’d be able to walk properly, and carried you toward the bathroom. You glanced in the mirror as the two of you passed it and saw the deep purple marks that were littered across your upper body.

Hm, you thought to yourself, this look may work for me.

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