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skz317cb97 · 11 months

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Helping Hand

Han Jisung x Female reader

Word count: 2k

Synopsis: When Jisung gets hurt he figures out he needs a hand with more than he realized.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Thank you all for your patience as I slowly get back into the rhythm of things. I hope you enjoyed today's posts! If you like this one give it a reblog, like, comment or jump in my asks! As always warnings and smut below the cut! (I feel like it's been forever since I've written that!)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/ strong language, oral (m&f receiving), deep throating, cum eating, protected piv sex, I think that's it. I'm easing back into things guys sorry!

Jisung sat on the edge of his bed and stared at the cast that went around his hand and up to his elbow. He was a clutz and fell during practice. Somehow, he managed to not only fracture his wrist but his arm as well. He would be on restricted duty now until it was better and since it was his dominant side it also restricted him from other things, like tying his shoes, using chopsticks, fastening his belt, or say, jerking off.

That was the one that was currently bothering Jisung. He was home alone and all he wanted to do was jack off and he couldn’t. It was beyond frustrating. He groaned out loudly and fell back on his bed staring up at the ceiling, his hard dick straining against his shorts.

“Everything okay Jisungie?” He shot up and almost jumped out of his skin when he heard your voice. He didn’t know you were home, he thought you’d gone to dinner with the rest of the guys but you didn’t. You had decided to stay behind with Jisung since he was hurt. When you heard his loud groan you knew he needed something. You hadn’t intended to startle him like that.

“Sorry Sungie, I just heard you and thought you might need help.” He took a deep breath and removed his hand from his chest.

“Oh. Uh. No I’m okay.” He was tense and acting weird.

“Are.... you sure? You don’t seem okay?” His ears were turning red.

“No! I’m fine!” He tried to strategically place his arms in his lap to hide the fact he was sporting wood but the damn cast made it pretty much impossible. When you saw him fidgeting you looked down and that was when you realized what the problem was.

“Oh.” Jisung pushed his fingers into his eyes completely embarrassed.

“Yea uh... sorry it’s just... it will go away.”

“Well it’s nothing to be ashamed of Jisung.” You took another step into his room. You weren’t sure what exactly came over you but Jisung was hot and hard. Your brain went on auto pilot.

“Do you want me to help make it go away?” His head shot up and he looked at your face to see if you were fucking with him or if you really meant it. You were biting your bottom lip flushed. You absolutely meant it.

“You want to?” You walked the rest of the way into the room and shut the door.

“Yes.” Jisung looked a little apprehensive still.

“I’d love that, I mean... if you’re sure.” You walked over and stood between Jisung’s legs. You pushed his hair out of his face and he closed his eyes relishing your touch.

“I’m sure Sungie.” Hearing you call him that made his cock throb. His good hand came up and rested on your hip, his thumb rubbing circles on the sliver of skin exposed to him.

“I really like it when you call me that. I’ll be happy to return the favor if you’d like.” You chewed at your lip again and nodded eagerly. You started to sink down to your knees and about midway Jisung stopped you, cupping your face and kissing your lips. Your hands rested on either side of his legs as he held you in place and deepened the kiss.

“Full disclosure...” Jisung whispered against your lips.

“I’m kind of crazy about you.” You giggled and kissed his plump lips.

“Me too.” Jisung kissed you one more time and you knelt the rest of the way down in front of him. You ran your hands from his knees up his thighs and felt him tense under your touch.

“Nervous?” You asked.

“Excited.” Jisung chuckled answering. He pushed stray hair away from your face with his good hand as he looked into your eyes.

“You’re so pretty.” Your eyes got big and sparkled as you smiled.

“You’re pretty too Sungie, so pretty.” You leaned up as you pulled him down and kissed him again before grabbing his shorts and boxers and pulling at both. Jisung got the hint and lifted his hips off the bed allowing you to strip him from the waist down, leaving him in only his tank top. You tossed both articles of clothing aside and when you turned and saw Jisung’s throbbing cock your mouth watered. You licked your palm and wrapped your fingers around his shaft.

“It’s so BIG Ji!” He closed his eyes, biting his lip and started blushing at your compliment.

“Heh, thank you.” You giggled.

“I feel like I should be thanking you.” That made Jisung laugh with his whole body.

“Just touching me is thank you enough I think.” You smirked.

“Oh I’m definitely doing more than just touching Sungie.” Before he could think of a single word to say back to that, you leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into your warm wet mouth and started to suck and bob up and down.

“Oh god!” Jisung gripped your hair with his good hand and helped set a rhythm. When the tip hit the back of your throat he hissed.

“SSSssshit that’s good jagi, can you gag on it again?” You could do anything Jisung asked if he called you jagi when asking. You started to deep throat his dick and Jisung was impressed you could take so much.

“Fuck you’re sucking me so well beautiful.” The squelching sound Jisung’s dick made as it entered your throat over and over was wet and loud. Your lips formed a seal and you hummed and Jisung thought he was gonna blow his load right then.

“Ohhh like that do that!” You hummed as you bottomed out on his cock again. Up and down humming louder, louder, louder. Jisung’s grip on your hair tightened and you felt the sweet sting of pins and needles.

“I’m g-gonna cum, you gonna swallow for me jagi?” Jagi. Fuck. You nodded as you continued to suck him off and hum on his cock. The sweet moan that left Jisung right before he flooded your mouth made you reach down and touch yourself over your pants.

“Ohhh fuck yesyes god feels so good, you’re such a good girl. So pretty with a cock in your mouth, so so pretty.” You swallowed the last of Jisung’s cum and popped off him sitting back on your heels feeling a little shy once he had post nut clarity.

“Wow that was... whew...” Jisung’s cheeks, ears and neck were all blushing from his orgasm.

“You taste so good Sungie.” He looked down at you and smiled.

“Bet not half as good as you taste jagiya. Come, climb up on the bed and lay down for me.” He took your hand and helped you off your knees and onto his bed. He watched the shape of your body as you crawled across and then laid back on his pillows.

“Beautiful. It’s okay if I touch you?” You shook your head yes.

“Please. Need you Ji.” He didn’t make you wait. He stripped off his tank top and then as he removed your pants while you worked your shirt and bra off. Once you were naked on his bed Jisung got a little light headed at the sight of you.

“Sorry if I’m staring it's just... this is like a dream come true for me. I never thought I’d have you in my bed, let alone wet and ready for me. Can I taste?”

“Mhmm.” Jisung’s head dipped between your legs and he drug his tongue through your folds.

“Ffffuck!” Jisung hummed in delight.

“I knew you’d taste amazing.” He started to drink you in. Running his tongue from your hole to your clit and back again, gathering as much of your arousal as possible before latching onto your clit and sucking gently.

“JiJiJiJi!! Fuck that, right there yes!” He decided to give you a taste of your own medicine and hummed against your pussy as he continued to devour you. Your legs started to shake and you were trying to clamp them around his head but he was holding them open while he ravaged your cunt. He licked another stripe and his face came away an inch.

“So fucking good damn baby. Cum for me beautiful.” He started going down on you again, his efforts doubled and you went speeding towards your climax.

“Ji... Ji... I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum! Fuck Sungie!” You shook, your orgasm intense and prolonged as Jisung slowly, gently, worked you through it. Once you relaxed into the bed, Jisung propped himself up over you on his one good arm and kissed you softly.

“Can I fuck you?” He whispered his question against your lips. You smiled and nodded, taking a deep content breath.

“God please! Please fuck me Jisung.” He quickly grabbed a condom from his nightstand, ripped it open, and rolled it down his cock. You sat up and pushed at his firm chest making him sit back against his head board.

“Mind if I’m on top?” Jisung motioned towards his lap.

“Go right ahead.” You both laughed and you thought you had never had so much fun having sex. You climbed on his lap and Jisung’s laugh turned to a chuckle and when you lined his cock up with your glistening hole he wasn’t laughing at all anymore. No he was chewing on his lip praying he didn’t blow too fast. The moan he let out when you sank down on him was sinful.

“Fuuuuuck jagiya... just a second. Don’t move yet or this is gonna be over before it’s started.” You bit your lip and nodded, waiting for a signal that it was okay to move. After just a minute Jisung gripped your hip gently and nodded.

“Okay we’re out of the danger zone.” You were giggling again. You loved that he could always make you laugh. You leaned down and kissed him as you started to move your hips slowly.

“Mmmm feels good Ji, so big, fills me up so well.” He bit your lip gently.

“Can you take it?” He smirked at you. Oh okay, you thought to yourself. You pecked his lips once more and then braced yourself palms down on his pecs. The look you gave him said he was absolutely fucked in every sense of the word and then you put it down on him. You rolled your hips and bounced up and down on his cock.

“FUCK!” The smirk was effectively wiped from Jisung’s face now his teeth were sank into his own lip. You took him whole and started grinding.

“If you keep going like this I’m gonna cum baby.” You smiled and kept up your brutal pace, your own orgasm approaching quickly with the added stimulation to your clit rubbing against the firm muscle above his pelvis.

“Cum for me Jisung.” You rolled your hips again and your walls started to flutter around Jisung’s cock as you came hard.

“Fffuck! Mmmm Jisung!” He gripped your hip with his good hand and started fucking into you from below.

“FUCKFUCKFUCK! YESYES OH MY FUCKING GOD!” The best orgasm of your life is how you would describe your climax.

“I’m gonna cum jagi fuck! I’m gonna...” He let out another loud moan when he filled the condom inside you and Jisung’s moans were the prettiest sounds you had ever heard. He sat up wrapping his arms around you, his cast making it difficult, and buried his face in your chest, breathing you in as he came down. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and toyed with the long hair covering his nape, longer than usual for him. Your head resting on top of his.

“You good?” You asked as he sat there trembling a little.

“So good. Fuck. You?” You smiled when he pulled away and looked up at you.

“Perfect.”

“Good. You know if I’d have known breaking my arm would get you to fuck me I’d have broken it ages ago.” You laughed and smacked his shoulder and he acted as though you broke his other arm before tackling you onto the bed and assaulting you with kisses.

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seuonji · 8 months

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彡 what i want to cherish is our ‘now’. — kim mingyu

—‘time goes faster when you’re with the people you love.’ mingyu wholeheartedly agreed with that statement. but at the same time, he hated it cause it feels like he had less time to spend around you.

notes ๑ established relationship, graduates from highschool.

genre ๑ fluff, implied angst.

warnings ๑ none

word count ๑ 700

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

tip, tap

tick, crack

you got up from your bed and turned on a light. you moved the curtain slightly which revealed a very fine line of a crack on your window. confused and mildly scared, you peeked out your window just to make sure you weren’t about to die over something you can defend yourself from. but what robber or psychopath would try to get attention before ransacking a house?

but your squinted eyes rested as you let out a soft sigh of relief when you saw a familiar figure. you stood up straight and covered your face with your hands in mild frustration not knowing whether you should be laughing or already killing him right now after the rollercoaster of emotions he put you through. you thought can just decide when you face him. you picked up the nearest jacket and walked out your house.

—

you trudged your way towards the familiar figure and you were greeted by a smug smile from him, “did i wake you up?” he asked with a proud tone.

“what are you doing?” you scoffed yet smiling as you closed the door behind you.

“throwing rocks at your window to get your attention, are you in love with me yet?” mingyu had a complacent expression on. he still had some rocks in his hand while the other hand was pinching one in between his fingers.

“you cracked my window you idiot.”

he scrunched his nose and dropped the rocks, “shit— i did?”

“yea, now when there’s a harsh rain i’ll drown when water seeps into the crack!” you joked. “noo we can’t have that!” mingyu exaggerated and took advantage of the situation to pull you into a hug.

you rested your head on him and fit your hands into the pockets of his jacket to keep them away from the cold.

mingyu noticed the ways you were fidgeting to keep warm. he didn’t hesitate to give you his jacket despite you already having one on. “it’s okay gyu—“ “just take it,” you had no choice, he was already putting it on you.

“so, what’s up?” you crossed your arms.

“not much, just thought about you and wanted to hangout.”

“at 12am in the morning?” you stated with disbelief.

he looked at you with a touch of sullenness in his eyes and a changed in his tone, “can’t waste any time.”

you were taken aback, “what do you mean?”

“i’m just playing!” he nudged you. “come on let’s go to your fav convenience store,” he pulled your arms literally dragging you, “if you don’t start walking i’ll carry you.”

you just accepted your fate, running slightly to be right beside him.

you hugged his arm and beamed a smile at him, “i like you, you’re fun.”

“pshh, i like you too,” he calmly replied, keeping his cool and hoping you wouldn’t feel the way his heart was beating so hard he could hear it in his ears.

he seriously adored everything about you. he’d never trade this experience of just being around you for anything else. being yours and being with you was his peak and he wouldn’t be ashamed to left people know of it.

if this is how he could spend every night just strolling with you through the empty streets of your secluded neighbourhood, he would.

but he can’t and he knew that.

he knew it all too well ever since he found out about your acceptance to a college that was overseas through a mutual friend you both had. he’d only found out after he confessed.

it scared him. what would your relationship turn into? he’s loved you for so long and he’d only just confessed a month ago. he was lucky enough that you liked him back but, what now? most of all, how did you accept his feelings when you knew you were leaving? how did you feel when he asked you out? were you just as scared as him?

but maybe you accepting his feelings was a sign you want it to work out as well.

and you by his side right now, something told him that maybe it will be alright.

regardless, he’ll make it work out, no matter what it takes.

a month ago—

「jeonghan: i shouldn’t be telling you but you have to know now. yn got accepted to college overseas.

mingyu: they did?

jeonghan: im sorry i know you two just got together.

jeonghan: how are you feeling?

mingyu: im chilling. i can pay for a plane ticket.」

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barnes-n-nobles · 2 years

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Green Thoughts (DARK! BUCKY)

Request: Can you make a dark! Bucky but in the 40s. After the war he meets reader and becomes obsessed with her. If you could put some housewife kink it would be great.

YES!! We love this!! Something’s might be off relating to the 1940s but we’re gonna pretend that it functioned and existed in that time lol

Thank you for your request! Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!

Warnings: noncon smut, mentally unstable Bucky, possessive, toxic, obsessive behavior, stalker, incredibly jealous, semi public sex, knife play, a sprinkle of Daddy/kitten dynamic

18+ !!!! If you “keep reading” you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.

Please Do not translate, no permission to repost any of my writing on any other platform, and do not copy this and claim it as your own.

Bucky was finally back home in Brooklyn after the war, oh how he missed seeing the morning adorn this beloved borough. Heading up to his old home he watched as everyone was rushing to get to their jobs and or schools. When he finally arrived he entered, dropped his things and going straight to the shower. During that time he wondered what it would be like to come home to a pretty little wife, a partner to share this space with, someone to have all three meals a day with, a companion for the rest of his life. He would have fun with women here and there but he never felt the need to settle down with them. He never felt the presence of the one.

As he tossed and turned in bed, he got irritated and decided to go down to the local laundromat since his washer was broken. At least he could try to be somewhat productive. As he gathered his things, his mind wandered to what would be his future wife. She would do this for him, she would iron his clothes, fold them nice and neat. Treat him like a king, love him unconditionally as the perfect wedding ring sat in her left hand. He promised to god how he would love her for everything and anything that she did for him. He was already falling in love with his future wife without even meeting her. Talk about down bad.

Walking in he went to the furthest washer and started shoving his clothes in, dropping the detergents inside. Bucky sat down and started to read the newspaper as the machine started, reading mindlessly before you walked in. The door bell rang, making him lower his paper, and there you were, humming and singing a song that had been stuck in your head since you heard it.

https://open.spotify.com/track/3Ne18erT7yUpOaxjnVgmty?si=6c14f891fc5f499e

“You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise

To come home to and love”

Bucky instantly recognized the song, it was called You’d be so nice to come home to by Vera Lynn.

Bucky instantly recognized you. You were the daughter of the local baker. He always had a little crush on you but he didn’t even make a move since he knew he was going into the military. But when he laid his eyes on you again, his heart fluttered, the perfect song for the perfect moment. He stood there, watching your beautiful figure pass by him with out noticing him. It was like a movie, your beauty was unlike anything he’d ever seen. You were so different, so graceful, perfect, just how he wanted. As you continued your own thing, you reached into your bag for the detergents, but upon looking further, you totally forgot to bring it. “Oh no” you muttered closing your eyes and touching your forehead. You had came all this way and now you had to go all the way back. Bucky knew that tone all too well, so he decided to approach you, “Excuse me dear I-”

“oh thank God! I thought I was doomed. Would you happen to have some extra detergent Sir?” You giggled, “I’m ashamed to say that I forgot my own back home!” You interrupted, gently placing your hand on his arm.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile and even chuckle at your silliness. You were outgoing and not very polite but at the same time you were, it was intriguing. “Actually I do, here, take the rest” he handed you the little bottle while you beamed in gratitude, “Thank you so much! You really saved me today. Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t even catch your name?” you asked pouring through the contents into your load. “James” he responded, his smile unable to subside. When you looked up at him, you started to really pay attention to his features. He seemed so familiar. He had the most beautiful eyes, a perfect face and a bright white smile, broad shoulders, his hair nice and well kept. He just exhumed confidence, which made him that much more attractive. He extended his hand out, your own mirroring his to shake it, “Y/n, a pleasure to meet you James” you added, making him smile as he brought up your hand to his lips, kissing it lightly, “Pleasures all mine, Doll” he murmured, not breaking eye contact from the moment he placed his lips on you to the moment that he straightened up.

“You can actually call me Bucky too if you’d like. My full name is James Buchanan Barnes but my close friends call me Bucky” he added, his hand still holding your own. It was rare when you felt nervous but for some reason he made you feel that way. Your eyes darted to another place, and you stepped in that direction to avoid his lingering gaze, “Bucky…hmm that sounds so familiar..wait aren’t you THE Bucky that would come into my dads bakery all the time?? Oh my gosh!!! Are you also the Bucky that fought alongside captain America?!” your tone heightening. James turned around to make sure that no one’s was nearby before answering, he didn’t want the extra attention, “Yeah I am, but if you don’t mind keeping that last part between you and me that would be amazing. As ironic as this sounds I like to be treated normally, without the fame and such” he answered, leaning against a folding counter. The way his big arms flexed was mesmerizing, you wondered how they would feel around you. Gosh snap out of it! This was not the time nor place. Not to mention it was incredibly inappropriate on your part.

He noticed that your eyes lingered over his arms, making him flex them a bit. God you really had no shame. “Dont worry your secret is safe with me but it’s so good to see you again Buck” You added giving him a nice big hug, but after you did it, your smile started to fade as you remembered why you couldn’t even dream to be this close to him.

Bucky noticed your change in body language, taking into account that your smile was no longer adorning your face, “Are you alright? Kinda lookin’ a little green around the gills there, Doll” he asked in confusion. “Yeah I’m totally fine, don’t worry” you replied placing your hand on his arm again, dragging it down quickly before you went to check on your clothes again. You had always been a touchy person so you didn’t even notice you were doing it but Bucky did. He was yearning for you to touch him again.

When he followed you, he noticed that you had a ring on. He froze, he didn’t want to be rude but it couldn’t hurt to ask, “That’s a nice ring…are you married?” He asked eyeing the ring with a hint of disgust. You weakly smiled looking at it, inspecting it before you spoke, you too looking at it with annoyance, “Not yet. It’s just a promise ring”

“Just a promise ring? Most ladies would be ecstatic about that” he assumed

You hummed, turning it around hiding the gem so it just looked like a plain silver ring, “My parents want me to marry him but he’s too…I’m sorry I shouldn’t even be venting about this to a total stranger” you sighed.

Bucky was desperate to hear more. He wanted to know what was wrong so that he could be there for you, comfort you, support you. He would settle for a friendship.

“Im not a stranger, remember? And besides It’s good to vent. I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone even if I wanted to, I have no true friends here. Your secrets are safe with me too” he winked making you giggle nervously.

“I appreciate it, but I really shouldn’t. He is to be my husband soon so there’s no point in complaining about it. It is what it is” you replied.

Bucky felt bold. Maybe it was his desperation and anger but he got closer to you nonetheless. Your feet stepped back until your waist hit a counter, “why don’t we get a cup of coffee together…it’ll help you feel more comfortable” his voice was low, soft, and so deep. He caged you in with his arms, his warm breath fanning over your face. He smelled so good, his cologne was sure to stay with you for the rest of the day. “J-James I-” you Stammered, but before you could say anything else he stepped away from you, his warmth no longer close to you. Why did you miss it already?

“Dont be nervous y/n, I won’t bite. We’re old friends, right? I got some things of my own that I would like to share with you so why don’t we go to the coffee shop that’s down the street.” He suggested with a smile.

“I don’t want to sound rude but….if anyone sees me with you, I could be in big trouble. I’m technically already promis-”

“But you’re not married” he cut you off, sounding a little irritated. He cleared his throat before continuing.

“This, my dear, is JUST a promise ring” he whispered taking your hand in his, slowly twisting the ring, “a promise that is only 50% likely to happen. You already don’t want to be with him, so…” he continued holding the ring and sliding it off your finger. You quickly retracted your hand, “Shush don’t say that! This isn’t right James, how would you feel if I was your wife and some other guy was trying to do the same thing you’re doing now” you exclaimed, poking his chest as the last 5 words escaped your lips.

He quickly turned you around, pressing his body against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist, forcing a chill down your back. His lips ghosted over your ear, his delightful scent embracing you again, “for one I wouldn’t give you a silly little promise ring, I would marry you immediately. Two, I wouldn’t let you go anywhere alone, these are dangerous times, Doll. If you were mine, I’d keep you nice and hidden for only my eyes to enjoy, so don’t ever ask me a such a ridiculous question like that”. Every single word went straight down to your pussy, his dominance was enticing, for a split second you wanted to risk it all for this man, but you had to remind yourself that this was wrong. Bucky was so forward, confident, attractive, and, your most favorite part, was that he exuded dominance.

Your promised man was Jarred. He was the complete opposite, he did not stir these emotions in you, he was no match for Bucky.

“Are you still with me?” He asked letting you go, “I want to hear what’s going through your head” he smirked. Fuck. Him. He is mesmerizing.

You looked down at your hand, noticing that the ring was gone, your eyes darted to the floor, scanning it quickly. Bucky raised his hand, showing you the ring, “It’s right here…but I won’t give it to you.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, “that’s enough James, I’d like my ring back”

“Go out with me first”

Your eyes widened, “are you crazy! I just told you that I’m-” Bucky cut you off by kissing you. His hand went up to your face, holding you in place as he moved his lips on yours. Your body was betraying you. Your lips melted right into his, going along with him and moving in sync. Before Bucky went any further, he broke the kiss, looking at you through half lidded eyes, “Now you HAVE to go out with me…or I’ll tell everyone what happened here” he threatened. You thought he was being funny so you chuckled, but he was dead serious.

“You’re so Crazy” you laughed but his serious manner didn’t falter, “I’ll go pick you up tomorrow night at 5pm”

“Bucky you’re insane! My parents would never let me go”

“Trust me they will. Be ready Doll, I don’t like to wait” he said before giving you a quick peck to the lips. “Oh and make sure to tell your parents about me today. It’s going to be a great help for tomorrow”

~Later that day-

When you got home from your errands you saw your family sitting on the couch looking a little out of sorts. They seemed almost sad. “Y/n, darling. Come sit, we need to talk”. Your heart started to race. Did Bucky say something already? That wasn’t right he said he wouldn’t unless you went out with him.

“What’s the matter?“ you asked nervously, crossing your arms, hiding your left hand that was missing the ring.

“We’ve got terrible news. Jarred…decided to pull out from the marriage agreement. He, um…He’s found someone else” your dad finished, looking at your mother who’s eyes were now filled with tears.

“O-oh..” you stuttered.

“But that’s no problem darling, we can find you someone else” he quickly added.

“Actually, I already knew that he was with someone else. I caught him a couple days ago” you lied, ��S-so I went out to cry and stuff, and I ended up running into an old friend, do you guys remember Bucky? James Buchanan Barnes?” You asked carefully.

“James!! Of course we know him. He’s a national hero, is he back already? That’s great news, you hear that honey” your dad asked shaking your mom a bit, making her smile weakly.

“Yes, well he was actually comforting me and he’s also single so I figured we could go out and, get to know each other a little better” you suggested making your parents visibly happy.

“Of course! We need to find you a great husband and I think he would be the most divine choice” you mom added. This was way too easy, there was no way that this JUST happened out of no where.

“I’m glad you two agree, because he will be here tomorrow at 5pm to take me out on a date” you quickly said, hoping to not arise suspicion. Your parent were already over the moon because you would be going out with a hero so they didn’t really care much. All the really cared about was that you were married and out of the house so that you could start your own family.

As the night came to an end you got into bed and started to think about Bucky. The way he embraced you, the way he kissed you. He was intoxicating. You wondered what would have happened if you allowed him to touch you further. Would he have stopped, would he have continued. The feeling started to come back, you pressed your thighs together as you thought about him, but you wanted to feel some more, so you ran your hand down, touching yourself gently. You wondered how he would be in bed, would he be vanilla or rough. You hoped that he would be rough, feeling his strong hands grip you, his arms wrapping over your body as you moan in pleasure, “Mm Jamess” you softly groaned as you rubbed your clit faster.

You wondered if he would like the way that you moaned his name, would he moan yours too? You started to imagine his voice, telling you all the dirty things that he was going to do to you. Your imagination was going wild. But the only person who was actually going wild was Bucky, who was watching you from your window. He had just come to make sure you made it safely but then he decided to stay a little longer and just watch you from afar. Your bedroom was facing the backyard so no one was able to watch you like this but him. As soon as you started he decided to pull his dick out and join you. His thick cock was throbbing in his hands, seeing you do such a dirty thing made him want to break into your house and fuck you then and there. The more he thought about it, the more inclined he was to do it. Before he could cum, he let go of himself, grunting as his body tried to get him to release but he wouldn’t allow it. He wanted to see you, to touch you. There was no way you would say no, after all, you were so easily manipulated.

He tapped on your window slightly, at first you thought it was a bird but the tapping got more incessant. You turned your head and saw a figure in the window. You quickly got up, heading toward the window to see the person you were just fantasizing about. “Bucky?!” You whispered quickly opening the window. “What? What are you doing here?” You whispered/ yelled.

“Came to check on my Doll, may I come in?” He asked. You nodded and stepped aside to let him in. Making sure that your door was locked, you turned off your lights to fake that you were asleep. “Are you going to say hello?” He asked smiling as he stepped closer to you, but you took a step back subconsciously. “Wait! I’m kind of freaked out that you’re here right now” you exclaimed, making him roll his eyes and grab you before you could step further away from him. “Just shut up and kiss me” he whispered, pulling you more into him by your waist. You pressed your lips to him, making him moan in satisfaction, his hips jerked towards you making you feel his hardness.

Bucky wanted to deepen the kiss but you turned your face, “James, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you’re here but can I ask you why?”.

He groaned in annoyance, “why can we talk about this later” he whispered not letting you go as he walked toward the bed, sitting down and making you go over his lap, your legs on either side of him. As he kissed your neck, you couldn’t help but moan, the strange feeling causing electrifying shocks to go through your body. “James~” you mewled as he grabbed your hair, pulling it down to have better access to your neck. “That’s right Doll, tell me who’s making you feel this good” he whispered running his hand down to your clothed clit. When he started to run you, he noticed that you were already wet, probably from the previous time that you were touching yourself. “I saw you touching yourself, my dirty little Doll. Can you tell me what you were thinking about”. His whispers were so mesmerizing, his deep low voice made you get shivers, you just wanted to hear it forever.

Your mind was debating wether or not to tell him. It was embarrassing but you also wanted to do whatever he said, “ When a Sargent speaks to you’re obligated to answer” he growled, flipping you over and slamming you down onto the mattress, “Must I teach you some manners, Doll?” he said grabbing your neck, squeezing it tightly.

“I’m-Mm- S-sorry” you choked out, making him smile before he let you go. “Answer me” he referred to his first question.

“You…I was thinking about you” you lowly confessed as you avoided his eyes. You could see his silver dog tag necklace around him, his collarbone poking out as he swallowed, his lips turning into a smirk. He was so erotic, and your body kept screaming for him. “Tell me more” he ordered, his eyes wanting to capture yours, but your submissiveness wouldn’t let you. He grabbed your cheeks and lifted your face up to him, “Look at me while I’m talking to you” he demanded, your eyes meeting his icy ones. So dominant, so masculine, so sexy. “I’m sorry Sargent Barnes” you sarcastically said but it made Buckys dick twitch in excitement. “I was just thinking about you, and how good it would feel to get intimate with you” finally answering the question that he so desperately needed.

“Really? And tell me how did you imagine me having you? Gentle, nice, soft, or rough, hard, and vile.” he cooed, slowly undressing himself. Panicking, you grabbed his hands stopping him, “wait! now?” you asked in agitation due to your parents being two doors down. He chuckled before he continued, moving onto your clothes next. “Dont worry baby, ill make you feel good” he whispered. His beautiful hands roamed over your body, slipping the shirt off, his hands going from your breast down to your side before landing at your hips where he slid your panties down.

“I dont even know you like that Bucky, were not even dating” you added as you grabbed the blanket and covered yourself. He hung his head low, slowly shaking it from side to side. He gripped the blanket and ripped it off you, making you gasp. “But we will be tomorrow. You know you want this, and im dying to be inside you” he desperately confessed, getting in between your legs, his body pinning yours down as his lips touched yours. As he was making out with you, he kept thrusting his hips into you, his dick leaking precum, smearing it all over your clit as his tip rubbed past you over and over again. “Bucky, mmm stop” you moaned, your mind telling you no but your body reacting the complete.

“dont ask me to stop, instead, tell me you dont want it” he groaned, slipping his dick inside your wet cunt.

“AAH~” you moaned, but his hand flew up to your mouth, covering it to muffle your sounds. “as much as i want to hear how feral you're going with my dick inside you, you have to stay quiet babydoll. We dont want your parents to know that their good little girl has let in a complete stranger through the window and is getting pumped full of cock, now do we?” he chuckled darkly as you kept moaning into his hand. This was so wrong but it felt so good. He had such a way with words and it made your pussy yearn for him even more”

Bucky nuzzled his face in the nape of your neck, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, you were gripping him so tight. Your legs wrapped around his wait made it easier for him to reach further inside you, biting your neck in order to suppress his moans, instead he just growled and panted against you.

*knock knock*

Both of you froze, his hips halting his erratic movement.

“y/n, are you okay?” your mom called out, as she tried to twist the door knob.

“yes mother im fine! Dont open the door, im in my undergarments.” you exclaimed making Bucky smirk. He slowly stared to pump into you again, your mouth flying up tp cover your mouth.

“okay...are you sure youre okay? I heard you yell” she pressed.

Bucky started to fuck into you harder, “answer” he ordered, pulling your hands away, pinning them to the side of your head.

“I-Im okay!! I tripped” you choked out, arching your back into him.

“Okay...im going back to bed” she added before walking away.

Bucky darkly chuckled before pinning your hands above your head, absolutely destroying your pussy now. He had to keep you quiet so he kissed you, taking and swallowing all the noise you were making. This silently pained him. He wanted to hear you loud and clear, moaning out his name as you were getting fucked by him. He could feel himself get close, but he wouldn't even think about cumming before you. “you feel so good, Doll. I cant wait to hear you scream out my name while I give you the best fucking of your life” he whispered kissing your ear. This just boosted the sensation of pleasure, making you whine in response.

“You belong to me y/n...tell me youre mine” he ordered, hitting your g spot now, “Mmm Buckyyy...im y-yours..you own me” you obeyed. His smiled got wider, revealing his pearly whites as he kept kissing down your neck. “Thats right princess...you belong to me now” he growled, making you go over the edge. You started to shake as your orgasm spread through your body. Your back arched, and your moans started spilling out, his hand flying to your mouth to cover it.

Hearing you all muffled with your wall clenching around him, made him spill into you. His deep grunts, ringed in your ear, he too trying to keep quiet as he coated your insides with his hot cum. He stuck to you for a minute, waiting until he was sure that every last drop was inside you. A few seconds passed and he pulled out, laying next to you. He turned and gave you a kiss, before grabbing your body and spooning it, his big arms wrapping around you like a bear.

“Can I be honest?” he asked breaking the silence.

“sure”

“Im in love with you”

You froze, turning your head towards him, only able to see him through your peripheral vision, “How can you say that James, you dont even know me”

“I do know you. Ive been knowing you, we just havent had the chance to-”

“have sex?” you interrupted, sounding a little irritated.

“Look you're a handsome man, and I probably would have let you had sex with me if you just asked. Given the fact that I wasn't with Jarred of course” you explained. Buckys hands clenched into a fist, quickly straightening up looking at you fully.

“Is that what you think? that im just trying to have sex with you? You can get that bullshit out of your head right now, because I want you as my wife for the rest of my life. I know how you are and Ive always loved your personality. When I saw you again, it was like god came down and pointed directly at you and said, “shes the one” I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” he added.

“yeah but-” he silenced you by covering your mouth with his hand, “Im not going to let you go, so just drop it”

“do you know how insane it is to get married to someone you dont even know. Bucky we havent even been on a date how do we know were compatible” you added. Bucky was now livid, he couldnt believe how you could talk to him this way.

“Youre such a hypocrite, you were willingly going to marry that bastard just because mommy and daddy wanted you to. Youre going to marry me and thats final. Do I have to take you away from them to do it? Because I will if I have to” he warned, his anger skyrocketing.

Your mouth was wide open, did he really just threaten to kidnap you? There was absolutely no way. All you could do was chuckle in nervousness.

“Youre insane”

He quirked his head and shoulder to the side, letting out a breathy laugh, “just a little, but I did mean every word I said. Im also not fond of sharing, so dont speak to any other males unless im around. I try to not be a violent person but when I get mad, I turn into a monster. Please dont make me do something Ill regret.” he smirked giving you a quick peck to the lips before laying down again and cuddling you.

“Yes, Sargent” you answered thinking his jealousy was cute, but you didn't even consider that he truly meant every.single.word.

~~~Little over a month later~~~

When your parents met him, they were mesmerized. He said every single thing they wanted to hear and they ere automatically won over because he was a war hero. When he asked for you hand in marriage, your parents were surprised but ecstatic nonetheless. Their daughter would finally be on her own and living her best life as the perfect housewife. Bucky always knew that you were raised to be the best wife, your mother took care of that very early on. It made sense to choose you, you were what he’d always wanted, not to mention your beauty was ethereal. The wedding was very simple and only close family members were invited. He dressed up in his uniform and you wore a beautiful white dress that your mom gifted you. Everything was perfect, your heart was filled with love and you thanked yourself for giving into him and giving him a chance. He had a home of his own so you moved in with him, filling each and every role that a housewife could.

Bucky had never been happier, he loved you so much. The way you cooked for him, the way you two made love, the way you took care of everything pertaining to the house was marvelous. When he got home from work you'd be waiting for him, all dolled up and with dinner hot and ready on the table. Everything was just perfect. The only thing that haunted him was that you would leave him for another man. He was always protective over you and whenever he got jealous and you started to point it out, he would shut you up by being sexual towards you. That was your weakness, and he used that to his advantage every single time until you either dropped it or forgot about it.

Today was going to be a busy day as you were preparing a get together to celebrate his promotion at work. The whole house was clean but you need to go to the store to get some last ingredients for his favorite dessert. Bucky told you that he didnt want you to go out alone, but you decided to break this rule just this once to do something nice for him. The store was only a short 15 minute walk from the house so you grabbed your things and left. As you got closer to the store, you kept feeling a pair of eyes following you, so you occasionally turned but there was no one there. Maybe it was just your nerves, after all you were breaking one of his rules.

When you got inside, you started to grab your things, walking around the isles a little more, liking this freedom of not having to rush because Bucky wanted to get home. As you finished up, you got in line, waiting for your turn. The feel was back, so you turned your head around, only to be met with Jarred. You had to do a double take, you two never even got the chance to talk about anything.

“y/n! Hello, nice to see you again” he sad softly clearing his throat as he scoped out the area, making sure he wasnt near. Your eyes widened, not sure what to say. You got mixed emotions. It was nice to see him but you felt guilty for some reason, which was bizarre since he was the one that dumped you with a note.

“Jarred...hi” you replied, looking around yourself. You didnt want to be seen talking to him by anyone you knew. “I dont want to waste your time with small talk, but I really need to talk to you”

“why would we need to talk? Theres nothing to talk about” you said a little too fast.

“Its about James. He...he’s not a good person. He made me do things and..just please leave him. You dont know what he’s capable of”

You narrowed your eyes in confusion shaking your head, “what are you talking about”

“I dont have much time, just please...meet me at the school thats by your parents house. We can talk about everything there, let say around noon tomorrow? He’ll be at work right?”

“Jarred are you okay? Im married now, I cant be talking to you. Theres nothing that you can say that will interest me” you spat.

“Im begging you y/n, he beat me to the ground and threatened to kill me and my entire family if I didnt leave you. Just listen to me, please. He is dangerous. Ill see you there tomorrow” he whispered walking away from you.

The words kept replaying in your head, he threatened to kill me and my entire family if I didnt leave you.

This had to be some sick joke. There was no way that a Sargent would do that to a person. But Jarred did look pretty bruised up still, and it was super weird how fast Jarred dumped you. When you got home, you could see that his car was parked in the driveway, your heart beating faster at the thought of having to see him.

Your hands were shaking a bit as you put the key into the lock, but the door swung open revealing your handsome husband. He smiled warmly at you, “where were you Doll, I got worried there for a second” his beautiful smile adorned his face, his white teeth shining as his eyes stared deep into your own. Oh thank god he wasnt mad.

He stepped to the side to let you in, “im sorry honey, I went to the store to get some things that I needed. I was planning a surprise dinner for you but I had no idea you would be here now” you said, going to the kitchen and setting your bag down.

Bucky closed the door and locked it, “yeah I got off early today, im sorry about your surprise” he muttered walking towards you.

“Wheres my kiss” he asked impatiently, giving you a back hug. Your eyes widened, “Im sorry my love, Im just all over the place” you confessed turning around and giving him a big hug paired with a big kiss.

He snaked his hands around you, clinging onto your waist. When you tried to turn, his arms held you in place, “Bucky I need to start making the dough for the pastries” you explained trying again to break from his arms.

“Why dont you tell me what you were doing at the store, Doll” he asked his smile slowly fading into a scowl.

Your eyes widened a bit, your breath catching in your throat, “w-what?” you asked confused, “how did-”

“I asked you a question”

“Bucky..I..I told you. To get some ingredients” you answered, cursing yourself for acting so abnormal.

His nose flared, “What else were you doing” he muttered through gritted teeth as his jaw clenched.

“Nothing, let me go, youre hurting me now” you said trying to push him away with your arms, causing him to hold on to you tighter.

“were you doing something you weren't supposed to? is my wife out there being a whore?” taking your hair into his fist.

You gasped, “Bucky please, stop” you whined, making him let you, your body crashing down onto the floor, you quickly backed up as he stepped closer to you. “You thought I wouldn't find out that you left the house with out me? Huh? Or that you were entertaining that pathetic excuse of a human Jarred. How fucking dare you disrespect me like that” he yelled grabbing you by your neck, pulling you up with ease. “all of a sudden you want to go back to him? Youre fucking delirious y/n, youre mine” he growled forcing himself on you. You tried to turn your head but he kept kissing you, “Youre a monster” you managed to blurt out, making him stop, “what?” he asked looking at you shocked.

“Jarred told me what you did to him. You're a monster! How could yo-” before you said anything else your head was turned to its side in a millisecond. Your cheek started to burn, the heat flowing in.

“Dont you ever take that tone with me again. Ive been nothing but good to you, provided for you, protected you”

“protected me? Youre keeping me prisoner here, I cant go anywhere with out you and its suffocating. All you do is think the worst of me when in reality you should be thinking about yourself. Youre an insecure sick fuck” you yelled, running past him to the door. When you turned the knob and open it, he slammed it shut. He grabbed you and forced you down to your knees, “if you really think im sick then let me show you exactly how truly sick I can be” he spat taking his dick out. He pulled your hair and pushed passed your lips, guiding you with his hands. Usually you take him little by little because of how big he is but today, he was shoving his dick so far down your throat that it made you choke and gag.

“Mhm thats right Doll, choke on my dick like the whore you are he hissed, bucking his hips towards your mouth, absolutely ruining your face. Your face makeup started to go everywhere, and your nice hair was now all over the place. “You cant escape me y/n...even if I let you run, ill always find you or you'll come right back to me like a kitten who is loyal to their master” he moaned before spilling his cum down your throat. He kept himself inside you, forcing you to swallow his seed. He laughed and pulled out, smearing his remains on your face.

He yanked you up by the neck, ripping your cute dress to shreds. “come here kitten, Daddy needs to teach you a lesson” he commanded. In the living room there was a great big window that faced the busy street, and when you put two and two together you started to fight him, “NO! NO PLEASE” you begged, your futile attempt to stop him made him chuckle. He pressed you onto the window, taking out his switchblade and pressing it to your neck. There was a little see through veil curtain that covered the window, so no one would be able to make out that he had a knife to your neck. “everyone knows where we live and who we are Doll, and everyone will know who you belong to” he threatened before he shoved his dick inside you, holding your arms behind your back while the other hand was pressing the blade into your soft skin. With your cries, you tried to mask your moans, grunting a little harder when his dick penetrated you deeper and deeper. “It angers me to think that anyone would ever touch you the way I do, but it brings me great peace knowing that that will never happen because if I cant have you, Doll.. then no one can” he warned, snapping his hips into you the blade pressing harder against you. Your moans started to spill out, your screams and cries pushing through the window. People could clearly see what was happening but you weren't able to see who was watching.

Many people were shocked to see such a vulgar scene but they kept it moving because it was Sargent Barnes and no one would ever think to bother Americas greatest hero. “Bucky...please, stop” you cried, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach. Your cheek was starting to hurt due to all the impact that it made onto the window. “Are you scared of me” he asked, dragging his blade from your neck down to your side. You didn't want to answer so he quickly drew his blade from your skin, lightly cutting you, making your scream/cry. “Are you scared of me, kitten?” he repeated, now dragging it down close to your clit. “Yes! YEs, I am” you cried, big tears falling from your eyes. “Good, you should be. I truly am a monster, so let this be the last time you test me. I would really hate to ruin that beautiful face of yours, but I will if I have to” he laughed dragging the knife from your clit up to your face, “Now let me hear you say it, who do you belong to”

“I belong to you, Sargent Barnes~”

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PARALYZED

Summary: Your mind is making you believe things you shouldn’t.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader, Fem!Reader x OC, Mentions of HS x OC

Word Count: 4kish

Warnings: DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AGAINST PARTNER, mentions of blood, slapping, tugging, and previous events of D.V. Also being gaslit, believing something you shouldn’t, allures to depression, anxiety, PTSD from D.V events.

PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE IF ANY OF THE ABOVE WARNINGS ARE TRIGGERING FOR YOU.

A/N: First off, I am so sorry I’m barely posting part 4! I know it’s been a long time since I posted part 3, but I was in a funk about this short series and I had no idea what to do with it! I’m thinking since it’s such a heavy topic, it felt almost draining, but.. here it is! And I hope you all enjoy it. 🫶🏻 thank you for supporting me and loving my work!! I’m also tagging the people that commented on the last part! Song Inspo: “Paralyzed” by NF

All my mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.

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Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since you’ve been home since your accident.

Accident.

The word felt weird in your brain. It felt weird in your mouth. It felt weird even thinking about it.

Because the more you thought about it… the more your brain tried to remember the events that had happened to you and the more pain it caused you.

You had spent the entire time locked up in your home.

Absolutely terrified to go outside. To see your friends. To see your family.

You hadn’t even seen Harry and it wasn’t for his lack of trying. He called. He texted. He even came to the house when he knew Asher would be at work. He’d stay outside for hours in his Range Rover and you’d secretly watch him from the window upstairs that he didn’t know had the perfect view of him.

And he looked just as rough as you felt.

But you couldn’t find it in yourself to speak to him. Let alone see him.

Sometimes.. sometimes you’d cry sitting against the front door as you listened to Harry talking to you from behind it.

But you would simply just text him to leave you alone and that you couldn’t speak to him anymore.

He sent you so many messages daily and it made you feel guilty. Guilty for shutting him out after he was there for you. Ashamed for what you had done to Asher. And terrified because you didn’t want anything to happen to Harry. The more you thought about what had happened to you… the more it made you afraid of Harry getting hurt because of you.

You just felt so horrible. So ashamed. So guilty. So gross.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to record anything for your socials.

You had been posting old drafts that you had saved for a rainy day and you feared that your followers were slowly realizing something was going on. But you ignored the feeling and persisted with your day to day life.

Well, you were trying.

Your body still aches. You still felt incredibly sore, but it was slowly getting better.

The swelling around your face had gone down and the bruising was now a greenish/yellowing color. You still felt horrible. You felt hideous and ashamed.

You didn’t know why, but you felt so ashamed of yourself.

And you were terrified of Asher.

You couldn’t even look at him. He had gone on with his day to day life after you had been released from the hospital. He tried to be there for you, but he could tell something was wrong because you wouldn’t let him touch you.

You were so scared of him and you didn’t know why. You kept having nightmares of ‘the accident’ and the more and more you dreamt of it… the more the person resembled Asher. The more you saw the figure in your mind… the more their features twisted into Asher’s.

Those dark eyes turned into angry blue ones. The messy black hair in your dreams turned into bright blonde. The blurry jaw turned sharp and all the features soon morphed into Asher. And it terrified you.

Had it been Asher who had done this to you?

The more you thought about it… the more those muffled words the person yelled turned into words yelled at you by Asher.

The more you think about it the more your breathing starts feeling restricted because you can almost feel the way his strong hand was pressed against the base of your neck. The way he was physically choking you against the wall and how you cried to him, begging him to let you go, but he never did.

Silent tears fall down your cheeks as the memories pile into your thoughts. You didn’t want to believe it.

You couldn’t believe it.

You grip onto your shoulders as you hug your knees to your chest and the cold bathtub feels good on your naked skin. But you feel hollow inside.. almost empty.

The water surrounding your naked body is cold and your skin is breaking out into goosebumps. But you can’t find it in yourself to get out of it.

You feel as if you’re drowning in all of your emotions with your heart pounding in your ears. Trying to find the meaning of why he did this to you.

Why would he leave you with these scars inside of you that will never heal?

You know what you did was wrong. So wrong. That’s why you hadn’t spoken to Harry in two weeks, but did you honestly deserve all of this?

Maybe you did.

Maybe you did deserve this.

You did this. You cheated on him. You hurt him first. You destroyed him first. He just got even.

The annoying little voice in your head kept repeating those sentences to you and you were starting to believe it.

You let out a shaky breath as your body shakes with it. You slowly start to get out of the bathtub, your body feeling weak, and you know you look like shit.

You had been feeling so nauseated and disgusting. You couldn’t keep anything down, but you kept trying.

You obviously haven't been eating right and your body is showing it, but you avoid yourself in the mirror and dry yourself off in the dark closet. You pull on an oversized jumper and matching bottoms. You braid your wet hair into a braid and let out a deep sigh. Your chest feels heavy.

You sit for a second, letting your eyes slowly go up, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your dark under eyes and hollow cheeks are enough to make you instantly look away. The bruises you still hold make your eyes sting. The fading handprint marks on your neck make you cringe. You close your eyes quickly and curse at yourself.

You slowly make your way to your bed, putting your phone to charge, and slipping under the covers.

And at that moment, Asher walks into the room in his work suit. His eyes immediately find you and you freeze in the bed.

You wonder if he knows that you know it was him.

Was it him?

It was.

His eyes never leave you as he bends down in front of you. You grip onto the covers around you and hold your breath when his fingers caress your face.

“How are you feeling?” He asks with sincerity in his voice and warmth in his eyes. And you wonder how he could have ever laid a hand on you.

“I’m okay,” you reply in a whisper and try to not shake underneath his touch.

Why are you afraid of him? He was upset and you deserved it.

“I’m glad,” he says as he quickly kisses your forehead and then goes into the bathroom. He shuts the door behind him and you let out a shaky breath that you were holding in. You wipe the wet kiss he left on your skin and then when you hear the shower start, your body relaxes into the bed.

Then your phone vibrates on your nightstand.

Your entire body runs cold and you quickly get it, jogging out of the room, and running downstairs.

You step outside into your patio and answer your phone. The cold air hitting your face and making you instantly shiver.

“You have to stop calling me,” you whisper immediately when you put the phone to your ear. Your heart thumps rapidly inside of your chest.

You hear a small sniffle from the other side of the call and your heart tightens.

“Sun..”

You clench your eyes tightly and try to even out your breathing, “Harry. I’ve told you to stop calling me. You.. you can’t call me anymore. Whatever we had, it’s done. It-it’s over.”

Even if your heart is screaming at you to let him back in. To ask him to come save you. To save you from Asher. To save you from yourself.

“Just please tell me why you’re still there! He hurt you! He did this to you. Why don’t you believe me?!” His voice is filled with anguish, disbelief, and he sounds absolutely devastated.

Because you can't admit that he did this to you. Because you deserve everything he did. Because you made the biggest mistake when you slept with Harry again. Harry doesn’t want you anymore.

You pinch the bridge of your nose as an uneasiness settles into the pit of your stomach. “What am I supposed to do, Harry? I-I don’t even know if it was him! I feel crazy! I feel insane! I-I feel insane for the way my brain is slowly making images of him doing this to me! How could—he didn’t,” you start pacing your backyard, wet grass tickling your feet, “How could he have done this to me?” You silently beg him for an answer.

You weep silently as he asks, “You remember?”

You silently groan and wipe your tears away in a rush.

“I don’t know what I remember! I-I don’t know what’s real or what’s fake. I just know that you need to stop calling me,” you demand as you quickly end the call and sit down on your patio chair. Trying to relax your heart rate as the ugly images rush in your brain.

You clench your eyes tightly together, your hands grasping at the roots of your hair, and you let out a little whimper.

Stop crying. You deserved it.

You slowly start to work on your breathing, your entire body shaking with feelings of anxiety and desperation, and you lean back onto the chair. Letting yourself inhale deeply and calmly. Your eyes are still closed as you try to relax.

“Y/N?”

Asher’s voice startles you which makes you flinch, which causes you to jump in the chair, your hands gripping onto the arm rests in a panic, and gasping deeply. Your eyes go wide in fright and you see Asher standing in front of you in only his pajama pants. His blonde hair is wet and messy.

“Hey, it’s just me.” He coos at you, leaning down to watch you, his cold hands covering your own, and you try not to snatch them back.

He notices your hesitation and he frowns.

“Why are you outside?” His voice suddenly turned cold.

“I just needed some fresh air,” you lie as you try to speak clearly and without any shakiness.

Because your mind won’t stop trying to tell you about what happened.

His eyebrows furr and his lips go tight.

“You need to come inside before you catch a cold,” he demands. His hand tightens around your wrist and he basically tugs you onto your feet and drag you inside.

You yelp loudly, “Asher, what are you doing? Let go of me!”

He loves you. He wouldn’t hurt you. Would he?

He already did.

His hand only grips tighter around you as he drags you into the kitchen.

The only place you had been avoiding since the accident. Your heart rate immediately goes sky high, confusion runs through you, and you beg, “Asher.. wh-what are you doing? Let me go, please.”

Fear runs through your body when he shoves you into the kitchen stool and he stands in front of you.

“Since when do you remember?”

Your mouth goes dry as your eyes go wide, “Remember what?”

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest, and his dark eyes turn to you. “Let’s just stop this game where you pretend you don’t remember what I did to you and why I did it to you.”

“I…I don’t—I don’t know…”

You look down to try to avoid his hard stare and start fumbling with your fingers. A feeling of uneasiness surrounds you.

His hand slams onto the countertop, the loud bang making you jump, and tears fill your eyes. Because you’re terrified. Your lip quivers in fright.

“Stop fucking lying to me!! You’ve been lying to me for years! Saying you and Harry are over! That-that nothing was going on between you guys! That it was over! It was never fucking over!! You kept fucking him behind my back and I want to know why!”

His hands grip your arms tightly, tears falling down your cheeks as you try to avoid his eyes, and he grabs your chin in his hand.

“Stop fucking crying and tell me why you kept fucking him!!” He roars at you as angry tears run down his face, chest heaving in rage, and he looks terrifying.

You cry into his palm, “I-I d-don't know why! It-it just happened, I s-swear!! Please, Asher! Please believe me! It only h-happened a couple times and—-“ you whine as his grip tightens around your chin and pain shoots all over your body from it.

“So, who’s the father?”

What?

His question makes your tears halt, you suck in a deep breath, and your hands immediately go into his wrist to try and pull him off of you. Your eyes staring into his own in shock, “What are you t-talking about?!”

Father?

He shoves you off his palm and you steady yourself in the chair again, watching him, and trying to stop more tears from falling. He walks around the kitchen, shaking his head, and he lets out a chuckle in disbelief.

“Asher!” You cry out, standing up this time even though you are shaking from head to toe, and you feel completely afraid of him. You have to know what he meant.

“What are you talking about?!”

He turns to look down at you, his eyes roaming your body, and he stops at your belly. You flinch under his attention, wrapping your arms around yourself as if you’re trying to protect your body from him, and he moves closer to you.

“I told the nurse from the hospital that I’m your fiancée and she told me that you’re pregnant.” You gasp loudly, covering your mouth as sobs break through you, “The only reason why they told me was because they were about to tell you after they checked your blood work again to make sure, but I begged them not to say anything. Saying something about how it would be too much for you too soon.” He rolls his eyes at your sobs and continues, “I had to practically beg on my knees for them not to tell you, but you were beaten up so bad that they felt bad for you.”

He leans down to look into your eyes as you try to back away.

“Little did they know it was me who did it to you,” he whispers, “but then I found out you’re pregnant. And I admit.. I did feel a little bit guilty. But then I felt pissed. Because I don’t even know if the baby is mine. Do you?”

You whimper as he gets closer to you, your arms wrapping tighter around your body, and you look down to your feet.

“You did this to me,” you sob out in a whisper, finally admitting it out loud, and you feel your shoulders start to shake.

He suddenly grabs your neck and in an instant without even hesitation, you react by slapping his face hard. The loud smack startles him as an angry groan rages out of his chest and you instantly retract backwards, fumbling and tripping on your feet to the floor.

Why would you hit the man who loves you?

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Don’t touch me, I’m sorry! Please don’t hit me!” The words fly out of your mouth at a rapid speed as you quickly scatter into the corner of the room into a ball, trying to shield yourself from him with your arms, and your breathing picks up instantly.

Asher’s quick steps allow him to reach you in an instant, his big hands swallow your wrist, and he pulls you to your feet. You stumble into his embrace as he holds you tightly against his body.

His free hand tugs into your hair, pulling at it by the roots and he laughs when you let out a pained whine, and tears spring out in the corner of your eyes, and you’re frozen in his hold.

He’s pulling your hair down so that you’re looking up at him, his tight hold doesn’t let you move an inch, and his white teeth are covered in his own blood from the hard hit you gave him.

“Are you scared of me?” He questions as he slowly caresses your face.

You let out a low whimper as you watch him, scared to even breathe.

“Why would I ever hit you? You’re my fiancé and I love you,” his voice is steady and cynical. You gulp down the lump in your throat as your lips quiver.

Your body is aching already from his tight hold and you wish you were braver.

“I would never hurt you again. Don’t you trust me?” he whispers into your neck as he starts kissing down your jaw. You shiver at his touch and don’t move.

“Isn’t that right? I would never hurt you again. I’m sorry I ever touched you like I did before. I was only upset. You forgive me, right?,” he whispers into your mouth as his lips hover over yours and he slowly kisses you. Fear is etched into every single fiber of your body and you don’t close your eyes as you watch him kiss your lips.

You let out a shaky breath as you move your lips against his as you try and think of what to do. How would you even get out of this situation?

He’s taller than you. He’s stronger and faster than you’ll ever be. You don’t think you’d be able to make it far. You don’t think you’d make it out the door without him catching you.

“And now you’re carrying my baby. I’m not ever going to hurt you again,” he whispers into your mouth as you cry silently.

What are you going to do now?

Harry couldn’t live with you.

He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t fucking think without you.

He couldn’t even fucking breathe without you.

His chest hurt from your absence in his life and he was trying so fucking hard to help you. But you wouldn’t let him in.

He tried calling, he tried texting, he tried staying outside of your house to get you to talk to him, but you just wouldn’t. He didn’t want to force you to remember and he didn’t want to physically take you away from your home.

He couldn’t do that to you. But he was terrified every single second of the day. He didn’t know what to do.

He tried talking to your family and seeing if they had spoken to you or seen you, but they said they hadn’t. They said you messaged them every day, but only simple worlds that you were okay and that you were recovering. And that you were tired and needed to be alone.

It was killing Harry. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.

He was torn about what to do. Because he didn’t know what the fuck to do. How was he supposed to just take you away from your home? It would be basically kidnapping.

But he was scared that Asher was going to hurt you again. How was he supposed to know if he didn’t already?

He just wanted you to be okay. He just needed to see you. He just wanted to be with you.

He’d protect you. He’d love you. He’d keep you safe.

If only you’d let him.

And now you weren’t even speaking to him. You kept telling him to leave you alone and that everything that had happened between you two was a mistake.

How was he supposed to believe that? You are the love of his life.

He couldn’t give two fucks about Vivian and Asher.

Matter of fact, he called off his engagement with Vivian the second he got home from the hospital and she was out of his home the next day. She said she knew it was too good to be true and apparently fucked off to Paris.

Harry couldn’t bring himself to care because he was too worried about you. And he knew what he was doing wasn’t healthy. But what else is he supposed to do?

Kidnap you?

Take you away from your home and keep you in his?

Keep you in his home until you remember what Asher did to you? And make you leave him?

Maybe he should.

Harry’s eyes started burning as tears filled the brim of his eyes and he stumbles out a loud, frustrated sigh, because he’s so tired. He’s so fucking tired of crying!

He’s so upset at himself for not doing anything. He’s pissed off at the world. He’s pissed at himself. He’s pissed off at Asher for ever touching you and he’s pissed off at your brain for making you forget.

He wants to kill Asher. He wants to beat him to a pulp. He wants to make him hurt the way you hurt.

But how is he supposed to do that when you still believe he’s the golden boy you used to love?

Harry knows he’s not supposed to call you. He knows you probably won’t answer. You never do. Well, usually. But he misses your voice. He needs to hear your voice. He begs god that you remember and that you ask him to come for you. Please. He needs this.

He clicks on the first contact in his favorites list and his breathing almost hitches when he hears your voice.

“You have to stop calling me,” he hears your sweet voice whisper into the phone. His heart tightens in his chest.

He sniffles as he feels his lips quiver and he frowns, “Sun…”

“Harry. I’ve told you to stop calling me. You.. you can’t call me anymore. Whatever we had, it’s done. It-it’s over.”

He can hear your strangled breathing on the other side of the phone. His heart is thumping rapidly at your words. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Just please tell me why you’re still there! He hurt you! He did this to you. Why don’t you believe me?!” He yells into the phone trying not to get too upset. But he feels so much pain right now. He feels devastated. He just needs you to believe him. Why don’t you believe him?

He clutches his own chest as if he’s trying to console his own heart from the pain he’s feeling.

“What am I supposed to do, Harry? I-I don’t even know if it was him! I feel crazy! I feel insane! I-I feel insane for the way my brain is slowly making images of him doing this to me! How could—he didn’t.. How could he have done this to me?”

Harry listens to your rapid words and he aches for you. All he wants to do is take away everything you’re feeling. He wants to take away all your pain.

He begs god to give it to him instead. He can handle it. He can take it.

You can’t. He doesn’t know if he can save you from this. He wants to save you. And then it clicks.

He silently gasps when your words click in his own brain.

“You remember?”

He hears you groan into the phone before you speak again, “I don’t know what I remember! I-I don’t know what’s real or what’s fake. I just know that you need to stop calling me.”

Then, the line goes dead.

Harry stares at the phone in shock. His mind reels a million thoughts every second. What should he do?

He doesn’t even think before he shoves on some shoes and goes into his Range Rover.

He’s going to save you. Even if it kills him. He’s going to take you away from Asher.

And he hopes you forgive him for not coming sooner.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Unexpected 22

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It’s a flicker at first. A tickle in your thigh, along your pelvis, then deeper down. A pluck within, a coolness delving into your warmth, rough against soft. You moan through slightly parted lips, half a snore as you slowly rouse from your hazy sleep. A slumber so intense, you have no dreams, no thoughts, a rare peace.

The fire stokes hire, razing up your spine and nestling behind your stomach. Another breathy sigh, this one from deep in your chest. Your eyes snap open at the brush along your hip bone, the stirring of air across your naked torso, rob untied and open, a hand kneading your chest as another crawls along your cunt.

You lift your head, your eyes bleary, mind swirling. It takes a moment before you can make out the figure knelt on the bed between your legs, dragging his face along your pelvis. The latent flow of pleasure spikes and you swing at him, smacking the crown of his head before his mouth can stray any lower.

“Are you kidding me?” You exclaim, “are you stupid?”

“Hey,” Lloyd sits up and rubs his head, “what the f–”

“Yeah, what the fuck?” You snarl, “you think you can just… touch me. I’m sleeping and you just–” Another eruption of rage ripples through you. You pull your leg back and aim a kick at him, “you fucking asshole.”

“Jesus, calm down,” he barely keeps you from slamming your heel into his crotch, “I’m going–”

“No, do you really think this is how this is going to go,” you sweep the robe closed and bounce to the edge of the bed. You hug yourself as you stand, grunting at the effort, “you think you can just fuck your way out of everything.”

“I’m not trying to get out of anything, I’m trying to get in–”

“Enough,” you slap his chest as he gets off the bed, “you’re not sleeping beside me. You’re not even sleeping in this room. You can find somewhere else.”

“You can’t banish me from my own room–”

“I can’t?” You challenge, “what can I do, Lloyd? Get on my knees? Beg? Carry your child? I don’t get it, if you don’t care about this child, then why am I pregnant right now?”

He stares at you and has the grace to look ashamed, even in the low din of the night. His eyes drift away and he exhales, reaching to rub the side of his neck. He throws up his hand and shrugs.

“I meant it. When I… said sorry.”

“We both know that was only cause mommy told you to,” you insist, “and if you don’t get the fuck away from me, I’ll tell.”

“You’ll tell? What are you? A kid?”

“Well, if it’s the only thing that can put sense into you–”

“Would you just listen?” He snarls, “I am fucking sorry. I’m sorry I lost my cool. I’m sorry I flirted with those girls. I’m sorry you felt the need to go sleep out in the cold because we had one little fight. And I’m sorry I got fucking pissed when you fucked me and yelled your ex’s name. Don’t you be sorry for that, that’s on me, right?”

“How dare you. How fucking dare you. Don’t put this on me. You’re not sorry. Not to me. You’re sorry for yourself because you’re not getting what you want.”

“What I want? What I want keeps you with a roof over your head and food in your belly. Baby, if I didn’t want you, we wouldn’t be here–”

“Oh I fucking wish,” you sneer, “I fucking wish. Lloyd, are you really that fucking delusional? You think I want this? You think I wanted to come here and clean up your mess and suck your dick? That I wanted to marry you at some fucked up shotgun wedding? Or that I want to be forty and bloated with your baby?”

You growl and turn, swiping away the lamp in anger. It smashes as you fall back onto the mattress and grip your lower back.

“I wanted to do something nice for my husband, you ruined that. I wanted to leave his cheating ass, you ruined that too. I wanted to make it on my own, work my own way out, you ruined that. You ruined my body, you ruined everything I had and it was barely anything,” you glare at the wall, you can’t stand to look at him, “you must be really fucking proud, Marion.”

He’s quiet. You hear the slow intake of air and the slower release through his nose. He clicks his tongue and shifts his weight, “no, you want me. We got chemistry, peaches, even it’s only below the waist.”

“Tell yourself whatever you want,” you grab the pillow, hugging it to your side as you lean forward to rise again, “I’ll go. I can’t have you near me right now.”

“No, you have the bed,” he says bluntly, “you and… the baby. I don’t wanna crowd you.”

You stay as you are, head low as you wait, watching him from your peripheral. He retreats, stopping at the dresser to slide open a drawer. The silence is thick and throttling. Finally, the door clicks shut softly in his stead.

You lift your legs up and fall onto your side. Typical, the asshole ruined the first good sleep you’d gotten in months.

💎

You dream of the grass and the sky. You dream of Dottie and her menagerie of toys. You dream of Harlan and his silent certainty. Lloyd and his looming presence, circling the distortion of scenes, pieced together from the fragments of your reality.

The chaos of your mind is splintered by a knock at the door. You grumble but refuse to break the surface. You don’t want to be awake, you just want to sleep. Your body wants it. You feel heavy but empty. Drained entirely.

The knock comes again and you cover your face with your arm. You groan and scratch the side of your nose. Morning always comes too soon. You roll onto your back and force yourself up, eyes drooping as you try to blink away the crust of sleep.

“What?” You garble as you sit back against the pillow.

There’s a noise on the other side of the door, the tenuous wobble of glass as it slowly opens from the other side. You swear you’re still dreaming as your vision clears and the wood swings back from the frame. Lloyd proudly enters with a tray, keeping it from tipping as he regains his balance.

He smirks as he presents his offerings, “ta da! All for you, Mrs. Hansen.”

“I’m still dreaming, aren’t I?”

“Oh? Of me? That’s a good sign,” he struts over and firmly places the tray over your lap, steadying it on the folding legs, “french toast, fruit, a little sugar on top. Oh, and decaf, orange juice, syrup–”

He points around the tray as he lists the content. You wrinkle your nose and look up at him. You’re confused. So confused.

“Why?”

“Why? Uh, why not?” He chuckles as he steps back. His dark tee shirt is powdered with sugar and a smear of egg.

“Lloyd,” you say.

He sighs and shows his palms, “that’s it. That’s my apology.” He declares in a stunted cadence, “this is sorry. I’m sorry, so I brought you breakfast?”

“Yeah, but why?” You repeat.

He gulps and puts his hands on his hips, “I… don’t fucking know. I googled it and that’s what I got. Breakfast in bed.”

You blink then peek down at the plate. It’s not burnt at least. In fact, you’re surprised at the presentation. The sugar is sprinkled across the eggy bread and fruit, while slightly askew, is placed all around the rim. There’s even an apple cut in slices and arranged like a flower at the center. The hair stands on the back of your neck.

“What’s in this?”

“Egg, milk, bread…” he begins, “oh, come on, peaches, I’m trying. This is me trying,” he whines, “I don’t fucking try and I’m trying. For you.”

You’re not dumb. You know this isn’t just about you. This is his ego. He doesn’t like being left out and for the last two days, he’s been sidelined; no donut, no hug from mama, and no manicures. Your stomach gurgles in battle with your obstinacy.

“It’s a start,” you say curtly, “but this isn’t it, Marion.”

“Please, don’t call me that,” he pleads, “I’m begging you.”

“Marion, you know, if you’re trying, you don’t tell me what to do,” you pick up the fork, “so be a good boy and let me have my breakfast. In peace.”

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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Bella !! I just realized I submitted a req to the wrong acc 😭😭 by any chance—are you up to writing Drabbles or request for your PWYC series? I just reread it and omg I very much miss our dirty rough and tough biker Bucky ✨😭 anyways! Here is my silly lil request:

Imagine this: reader stumbles across a specific kink, (praise kink, daddy kink, degradation kink, knife kink, chase kink, whatever one you can come up with!) but she’s too nervous to bring it up to Bucky! Though, she forgets that Bucky can feel/sense her emotions through the ✨soulmate bond✨. When Bucky figures it out—he’s a lil pissed/sad that his pretty girl didn’t just tell him. So—he starts to do little things to trigger her new secret kink. He just can’t help it! He loves the way she blushes (when he calls her good girl, does shit with knives, you get it!) But suddenly Bucky can’t take it anymore—he pounces! Next thing ya know our lovely pair of soulmates are screwing!

I know it’s a bit long but I just desperately love this series ! Keep up the great work lovie!! ~🐰🎀

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pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: 18+ ONLY. smut. chase kink, choking, primal play-ish?. probably forgetting stuff, please let me know if you come across something that should be added.

words: 5.5k

notes: thank you for sending this in, and sorry it took ages. it’s not exactly what you asked for 😓 but i hope you enjoy it! 🖤🖤🖤 i didn’t reread this bc i’m about to pass out but i promised i’d post it tonight so it’s going up rn and i’ll go over it tomorrow to fix anything i think needs fixing lol. fingers crossed it’s cohesive 💀 as always, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated! thank you for reading.

Getting home from the grocery store, you were surprised to find your laptop sitting half open on the table in the kitchen. You remembered you’d been reading on it this morning as you ate breakfast, but you could have sworn you’d shut it when you left. You set the bags down and went to the table, opening the computer the rest of the way. It was still on the story you had been reading earlier and you felt yourself warm up not only at the idea that you left it open so carelessly, but also at the content itself. Smut.

A reader being chased through the woods by her boyfriend who also happened to be a demon. You’d had to leave before you got to the inevitable, the part where he’d stop toying with her and finally catch her. To have his way with her on the forest floor, the moonlight shining down on them as he took her apart.. You were getting flustered just thinking about it.

You’d have been mortified if Bucky had seen it and you were grateful he wasn’t home to have stumbled upon your latest reading material.

It was so…kinky. And you hadn’t talked to him about any of your new self discoveries or ‘interests’ so to speak. You hated it but you were truthfully a little ashamed. Embarrassed. You knew it’d probably be in your best interest to talk to him about it, but you kept talking yourself out of doing so. Convinced yourself that it wasn’t that big of a deal. Though if it wasn’t, why were you so concerned with keeping your fantasies to yourself. If you knew Bucky, you knew he’d want to help you fulfill any fantasy that crossed your pretty little mind, but still the thought of having to bring it up yourself was just too daunting. You were fine just reading your kinky erotica and not having to ask Bucky to act it out with you. Really. Though your occasional daydream about doing just that was popping up more and more frequently, you didn’t bring it up. How weird would it be to tell him you essentially wanted him to hunt you, chase you, pin you down and just completely ravish you…God, the thought of it was getting you hot all over again.

You had closed your laptop and set it aside as you started taking the groceries out of their bags and putting them away. Your eyes went wide as you heard Bucky’s footsteps, the ones you only heard when he wanted you to, coming down the stairs. How long had he been home? And did he happen to have come into the kitchen..did he open your laptop? Immediately you worried that he had at the very least looked at it. You swallowed hard but kept focused on your task, putting the food away where it belonged. You would just wait and see if he said anything, no way you’d bring it up first and make yourself seem suspicious. He came into the kitchen without a word and leaned back against the counter as he watched you put the last few items away, his arms crossed over his wellbuilt chest.

“Hey,” you greeted, throwing him a quick glance over your shoulder. “Thought you said you had a meeting with Stark today?”

“Something came up, we had to reschedule.”

“Oh. So, when’d you get home?” you asked, hoping you sounded nonchalant.

“Not that long ago,” he answered vaguely. You narrowed your eyes at his avoidance of a real answer before you turned around to look at him.

“I didn’t see your bike when I pulled in,” you alluded.

“It’s in the garage. I’m about to give it a tune up.” He kept his eyes on you, his gaze heavy and slightly unnerving. You hummed in response as you stared back, trying to suss out why he was being so weird. There, of course, was an obvious answer, but you wished he’d just come out and tell you what he was thinking.

“You left your laptop down here,” he said, nodding in the direction of where it laid on the table.

“I saw. Did you..were you on it?” you asked, again trying to sound like you didn’t care one way or the other.

He shook his head vaguely as he rubbed the stubble along his jaw.

“Just saw it when I came in earlier,”

You subconsciously let out a breath of relief, nodding at him.

“Why?” he questioned, his eyes never leaving you, even as you looked down. “You hiding something from me, sweetheart?”

Your eyes shot up again at his question. “What?” you laughed nervously. “No.”

He pushed off the counter and started to walk toward you as you stayed in your spot and watched him.

“Good,” he said as he got closer, closing the distance between you. His hands came up to cup your face, taking you by surprise as he suddenly pulled you in for a fervent kiss, eventually breaking it to look you in the eyes again. He kept your face in his hands, forcing you to hold his gaze as your hands found his wrists. “I don’t want you keeping anything from me, got it?”

You swallowed hard before you nodded lightly.

“Got it,” you breathed.

He looked at you a moment longer, his thumbs brushing the soft skin of your cheeks gently before he slipped away. His gaze was even more heated now and you had a renewed sense that he was clearly lying when he said he hadn’t been on your laptop. Why else would he have been acting so weird? Telling you not to keep things from him. He had to have seen something.

You weren’t sure why you were so embarrassed by him finding out about your newly realized kink, but you were. Bucky had seen you at your most vulnerable countless times at this point, in as many compromising positions as you could think of. But you’d never really been entirely comfortable talking about or asking for specific things from him when it came to sex. He certainly loved when you were vocal, crying for him, and he loved hearing you ask him for exactly what you wanted, but you were usually forced to verbalize those things lest he just continue torturing you with tantalizing but unfulfilling touches until you used your words, face hot even as your neediness tried to overpower your mortification. You were still relatively inexperienced and even morso when it came to the kinker side of being intimate.

You really never even thought of yourself as kinky, but since Bucky, you couldn’t deny the dirty thoughts that would run through your head, or the tags you’d go searching through when you’d look for new erotica to read.

You knew in reality that Bucky would love it if you came to him with ideas for things you’d want to try with him, but you just couldn’t get past the embarrassment to bring it up. Hell, you’d only very recently started to even just initiate sex with him and that took a helluva lot to get comfortable with.

It took constant reassurance from Bucky that any time you found yourself getting worked up for him, all you had to do was let him know. Weeks of finding yourself flustered and wanting when you’d catch him working on his bike or on a car in the garage… in the kitchen cooking dinner for you… even just cuddling you tight on the couch... or fresh out of the shower as he was getting ready.. You often forgot he could so easily tell when you were turned on. He could feel the way your heart would flutter and the change in your breathing. He’d shoot you a cocky smirk and you’d go wide eyed and make yourself scarce before he could really call you out on it.

Though half the time he’d catch you before you could get far and you’d find yourself naked and full of him in no time at all, always ending the night with him reminding you that anytime you wanted him all you had to do was ask. It took awhile for you to do so uninhibited, but when he finally pleaded for you to just tell him, you realized not only how badly he needed you to, but also how freeing it felt to not stifle your need for him, either.

That day had been a big eye opener for you, and you thought back on it in vivid and arousing detail as you stood in the kitchen. That was the day you’d realized exactly what it was that got you so worked up. It hadn’t been the first time you’d felt cornered or caught by him, but it suddenly clicked that that was what made certain memories stand out in your mind when you thought back on the most memorable times you’d been intimate with Bucky.

The uninhibited passion. Raw desire for one another. The possession. The chase.

He’d just gotten out of the shower and you were admiring his form as he walked toward the closet while you were folding your laundry across the room. The way his muscles flexed as he moved, looking through his shirts for something to put on, was distracting to say the least. All of him was distracting. He was just so beautiful. You knew you were staring, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. That was until you were pulled out of your head by his blue eyes shooting to you as he turned around suddenly. You quickly looked away and finished putting your panties in your drawer before you took the empty basket and made to leave the room. You avoided his eye as he neared you, trying to just go get the next load of your clothes from the dryer and act like you weren’t just ogling him and longing for his attention. He got closer still and stepped right in front of you, blocking you from moving. You took a step back as you found the nerve to look up at him. His eyes were set on you and you couldn’t look away from his heated gaze. You tried to move around him, but he moved insync with you, continuing to block your way. You huffed before trying again, but he followed your steps and this time took the basket from your hands as he threw it to the side. You were taken aback at the swift action, and froze as he took a step closer.

“What are you doing?” you tutted.

He didn’t answer and only took another step toward you, as you took one back. You felt cornered. You felt like prey. You eyed the door and narrowed your eyes at him before you made to run for it. It was futile, you knew it would be, but you screamed none the less as he took you off your feet, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you back against his chest. His lips were near your ear as he spoke, “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t keep yourself from leaning back into his warmth as you placed your hands over his still holding you. You wanted him even more now, the thrill adding to the desire that was already there. He spun you around and pushed you up against the wall. His eyes were filled with desire, much the same as yours, you were sure.

“Need you to tell me you want me, princess. I need to hear it, I need to hear you say it.” He nuzzled against you as he spoke, keeping you pinned against the wall of your shared bedroom, nothing but his towel on as he stood before you. You nodded softly against him in turn.

“I want you,” you whispered before repeating yourself with more confidence, assuring him, “I want you. Right now.”

He crashed his lips against yours, his hunger for you evident in his kiss. He was going to devour you and you longed for nothing more as he kept you caged against the wall. You continued making out as Bucky pulled at you and removed your clothes in a fit, like he couldn’t get you bare to him fast enough.

He lifted you up and you instinctively wrapped your thick legs around him, your arms winding behind his neck. He carried you effortlessly to the bed where you spent the rest of your afternoon, completely consumed by him.

From then on, you'd made more of an effort in initiating things, and it was nice, you couldn’t lie. Owning your desires and letting Bucky know when you were feeling frisky was kind of empowering. You just weren’t sure you were ready to own and speak aloud your kinkier desires just yet. You were still learning and exploring what you liked on your own, and though you’d occasionally consider talking to Bucky about some of these things, you’d always get shy and end up too nervous to bring it up.

You found yourself almost hoping that he had seen what you were reading and that he’d bring it up so you wouldn’t have to. It wasn’t the most mature way to go about things, but at least you’d get it over with sooner and stop feeling like a teenager trying to hide porn from their parents.

Bucky didn’t make the connection right away. Sure, he’d noticed you would get more turned on when he’d corner you and cage you in, and the times you’d try to avoid him and put on a little game of cat and mouse, you would be damn near dripping for him when he’d finally get his hands on you. But he hadn’t ever put two and two together. It wasn’t until he stumbled upon your laptop you’d left in the kitchen. Was it an invasion of privacy? Maybe. But he was curious as to what you had been doing on it. You’d been glued to the screen all of last night until he was finally getting into bed. Your laptop had snapped shut and you set it on your bedside table in a flash like you’d been waiting for him all night. You crawled over to him the second he sat on the edge of the bed and he was pleasantly surprised when you looked up at him, lust swimming in your eyes as you tentatively moved to palm him through his sweats. He raised an eyebrow at you, his lips parting, but didn’t say anything as he leaned further back onto the bed. You pulled down on the top of his pants and he helped you get them down just enough for his cock to slip out past the waistband.

You wasted no time and took him into your mouth right away, moaning as you felt him stiffen further in your mouth. You took your time pleasuring him, bobbing up and down while twirling your tongue around his length as best you could, his hand fisted in your hair and grunts and curses were falling freely from his lips as you sucked. He almost came before he pulled you off of him and you gave him a pout at the loss, wiping some of the spit off your lips as you looked up at him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he panted. “Where the hell did that come from? Not that I’m complaining,” he smirked dopily.

You shrugged as you stared up at him, “Just want you.” Your words brought a proud smile to his face and with that he pulled you up and smashed his lips to yours, meanwhile you shimmied off your shorts and panties as quickly as you could while he held you to him.

You were near insatiable last night and he knew whatever it was you’d been doing on your laptop had something to do with it. He could sense you getting flustered even before he’d entered the room, your heart racing faster, a sense of anticipation and excitement taking over you. He’d let it go the first time he noticed, got more curious the second, but after last night, he decided he needed to see what it was that was getting you so worked up, since he knew you wouldn’t be the one to tell him.

It was really just a coincidence that Stark had to reschedule the meeting they had set and he got home early. But one that worked in his favor. You weren’t home and your laptop was just sitting there, like it was begging him to take a look at what was on your screen. It was closed, sure, but easy enough to open.

He typed in the password he knew you used for everything and got in on the first try.

His eyes scanned the text on the screen, trying to get a sense of what exactly you’d been reading. There was another tab open and when he clicked on it, he was brought to a blog page. Your blog page apparently. All the posts were story after erotic story. Just reading the warnings some of them had he quickly realized these were what had been getting you so hot.

There were a lot of kinks littered along your page, but the one that stood out the most was the chase kink. It also appeared the most. And when he thought about it, he wasn’t surprised in the least. Though he was a little disappointed that you felt the need to keep it from him. He was always happy to get kinky with you, and now knowing what you were into, it gave him a few ideas. If you weren’t going to come out and tell him, he’d just get it out of you himself.

He went back to the tab your laptop had been on and sent himself the link to what you’d been reading. He shut the screen but didn’t close it completely as he was distracted by pulling up the page on his phone. He went upstairs to give it a read and figure out what he wanted to do with this new information.

Bucky had been outside working on his bike before he went upstairs for a shower. You had been in the kitchen baking pumpkin bread, making loaf after loaf until the can of pumpkin puree was empty. You figured you could take one to Eva, and maybe bring a couple to the shop for everyone, too. You’d figure it out later, you just wanted to finish up baking them. You were so caught up in mixing the last batch of batter that you didn’t even notice Bucky enter the kitchen until you turned around to grab your wisk, yelping at his unexpected appearance. You placed your hand over your heart as if it would help settle the beating as you steadied your breath.

“Jesus christ, Bucky, why do you do that?” you admonished. He smirked in response.

“You look so cute when you’re all helpless and scared, I can’t help myself.”

You swallowed hard and felt your face grow warm at his words, turning back around to combine the dry ingredients into the wet.

“‘M not helpless,” you argued.

He was behind you in an instant, you gasped at his metal hand on your throat forcing your head back so you could look up at him, eyes wide.

“Aren’t you?” he leered down at you. “Don’t you wanna be? You’ve been keeping secrets from me, pretty girl?” he purred in your ear. “You should know by now I’m always gonna find out what’s going on with you.” You whined pathetically as he tightened his hand around your neck, pulling you closer as he leaned down, your breathing shallow as he kissed your lips, taking advantage of your lips parting again as he flexed his fingers around your throat once more, slipping his tongue inside the warmth of your mouth.

You reached up and grabbed his hair, trying to pull him even closer. His hand slipped from around your neck and slid down your chest, groping your breasts as he breathed into you. His hand drifted lower and made its way under your dress, cold metal grazing the soft skin of your thighs, sending chills up your spine. You moaned into his mouth as he began rubbing at your clothed folds. The sound of the timer going off on the oven made you jump, but Bucky held your waist tight as you reclined into him, his lips moving to your cheek as you breathed deeply.

“I have to get that out,” you breathed as you pushed his hands away from you, reaching for the oven mits before you turned toward the oven. Bucky blocked your way and fixed you with a look.

“Ah-ah,” he tutted. “You’re not gonna get out of this, so might as well talk.”

“Get out of what?” you said, playing dumb. “It’s gonna burn, Bucky, I need to take it out,” you whined.

He turned and opened the oven door, grabbing the loaf pan with his hand.

“Buck,” you gasped before realizing he was using his left hand. “God,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“Worried about me hurting myself, sweetheart?” he teased as he set the pan down on the stove.

“I have to finish this,” you avoided, gesturing to the batter still sitting in the mixing bowl.

“Oh, don’t you worry, princess. We’ll definitely finish this,” he said. You looked up at him from the bowl, biting the side of your tongue in your mouth as he left the room

It was almost two hours later when you’d taken the last loaf out of the oven, the dishes washed and the cooled loaves wrapped, packed, and stored away to give out tomorrow.

You washed your hands, grabbed the load of towels you’d washed earlier from the dryer and headed upstairs.

You entered the bedroom and didn’t find Bucky, but you didn’t think much of it as you went to the bathroom to put the towels where they belong in the cabinet.

As you were on your knees, sliding the folded towels onto the lower shelves, the lights in the bathroom went off.

You bristled at the loss of light and called out into the room, “I’m in here, Bucky!”

No response. You rolled your eyes and got up with a huff. The light switches were by the door leading from the bedroom to the bath so you had to walk across the room to switch them back on. You were stopped in your path as you saw a figure standing across from you in the dark. You screamed in fear at the sight, stumbling back on instinct before your rational mind came back into play.

“Fucking hell, Bucky! It’s not funny,” you cursed. He stayed silent, his face still concealed by the dark, as he took a step to you. You stayed still, breathing heavy as you tried to discern him in the darkness. You pushed past him and got to the door of the toilet, flicking on the switch in there, giving you enough light to see Bucky now.

He kept inching closer and you kept backing away, eyeing him warily. His continued silence was perturbing and the look in his eye was intense and sure.

Every step he took, deliberate. Methodical. Like he was leading you into a trap of some kind.

“Bucky..What are you doing?” you asked. “You’re freaking me out.”

As you made your way back into the bedroom, you realized he had turned the lights off in there, too. “Can you say something, please?!” you snapped. You hadn’t been looking where you were going, and even if you had the light from the bathroom wasn’t giving much of any illumination that far into the bedroom. You tripped over something and only barely caught yourself from falling back on your ass.

“Better watch your step, sweetheart. You’ve read enough scenes like this, I’m sure you know how it goes. One wrong move and it's over. And you wouldn't want it to be over so soon, where's the thrill in that?”

You didn’t know how to respond. You had been pretty sure he’d seen your laptop, but now knowing he really had, you didn’t know what to feel. Though you were thoroughly embarrassed, you were also relieved. And growing more and more excited… He knew and he was playing into it for you already. And he was doing a damn good job, too.

He was nearly on top of you now, backing you into the closed door of your room. You felt that familiar thrill come over you. Your heart picked up speed and you were sure he could tell how aroused you were getting at his predatory gaze.

“Now we both know I can catch you in a heartbeat, so I'm gonna be nice and give you a little head start,”

“What are you-”

“If I were you, princess,” he said as he got closer, your back flush against the door, “I’d run.”

You turned quickly and threw the door open, cursing at the darkness encompassing the whole house. The only light afforded to you were the small night lights at either end of the hall and the candles still burning in the living room down the stairs. As fast as you could without falling, you hurried down the stairs, Bucky’s voice counting down from ten sounding from the bedroom.

You didn’t really think through where you were going, you just went. Instead of heading to the living room, you headed down the hall across from it. You were walking slowly, desperate not to hit your toe on a corner or walk into a wall, the hall pitch black, no lights left on. When you got to the doors leading to the den Bucky mainly used as his office, you saw light coming from inside.

“Boo,” he whispered in your ear just as you moved to reach the handle. You jumped at his voice so close and when you were suddenly pulled back into him, being lifted off your feet as he carried you away from the door, a la texas chainsaw massacre, you shrieked in fear.

“That’s the best you can do? I thought you wanted a chase, pretty girl. Didn’t even try to make it outside. No one else out here but us,” he mused. “Noone’ll hear you scream.”

You were thrashing against him, pushing at his arms, trying with no avail to get him to drop his hold, whimpering as he only tightened his arms around you.

“Mmm,” he hummed against you. “There’s always next time.” He changed his hold on you, lifting your legs into his left arm, holding your back up with his right, essentially cradling you in his arms. You tried to wiggle out of his hold, but he just threw you over his shoulder instead, slapping your ass as he took you to the living room, dropping you unceremoniously onto the couch. The light from the candles glowing and allowing you to see him as he pulled his shirt over his head. The clinking of his belt and the sound of his zipper filled the air as he removed his jeans before he straddled you. You were breathing shallow and you knew you were dripping for him by now as he leaned his face into yours and took your lips into his own, gently nipping your bottom lip before he drifted to your neck. His arms went under you and pulled the zip of your dress down, getting it as much off of you without your assistance as he could. He was impatient and decided to just tear it the rest of the way down the seam as you gasped.

“I’ll get you a new one,” he gruffed as he pulled the sleeves off your arms and threw the dress to the wayside. “You’d forgone a bra, granting him access to your heavy breasts the moment he got the dress off you. His lips descendeded on your pert nipple, his hand squezzing your breast as he pulled and tugged at your other nipple.

“Buck,” you moaned, your hands flitting through his hair, his stubble tickling your sensitive skin. You spread your legs around him and he ground down against you, his hard length throbbing through his underwear. You tugged at his boxers before he pulled away from you to get them down the rest of the way. He tore your own off and before you could complain, kissed your sweet spot and murmured, “Sorry, princess.”

His lips traveled back up your neck before landing on your lips again, tasting you as you parted your mouth for him, wrapping your leg around his waist and whining at the lack of contact you felt.

“Tell me what you want,” he said. You huffed in annoyance but knew you’d have to answer to get what you wanted.

“Want you to fuck me,” you pleaded.

“Whatever you say,” he smiled against your skin.

He took his cock in his hand and ran his tip along your wet slit, spreading your slick around and rubbing himself against your puffy clit, eliciting a moan from you. He teased you for a bit before he slid his tip inside of you. Your eyes closed in pleasure. “Feel good, baby?” he asked.

You nodded fervently as his lips returned to your neck. “More,” you pleaded, your fingers pulling at his hair. He pushed further into you and groaned at the feeling of your silky walls gripping him tight. He rolled his hips against you, setting a rhythm as he rocked into you repeatedly. His cock was rubbing against you in the most delicious way and he was stimulating your clit with his every move. Moans falling from you both as he fucked into you. His hand found your hip as he held you down into the couch, thrusting up into you harsher and harsher the closer he got to his release. The way he was pounding into you had you sliding up the couch with each powerful thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned into your ear as he held himself up above you, his rhythm faltering ever so slightly. The hand he had on your hip traveled to your clit and he expertly rolled it with perfect pressure as you cried out at the heat building hotter and hotter in your core. You felt your body tense as he slid against your g-spot repeatedly.

“Always so fucking tight, goddamnit,” he cursed, fucking you harder. You were unintelligible as you moaned and mewled at the pressure growing until you finally came undone around him. “Fuck,” he roared near your ear, burrying his face in your neck as he let himself go right after you.

You whimpered as his hips stuttered against you, your arms wrapping around him as he laid his weight down on top of you, placing soft kisses along your neck. You were breathing heavy as you ran your hands up and down his back, his weight a comfort as you shut your eyes.

Bucky pulled out of you gently, grabbing tissues off the coffee table to clean you and himself. He sat back on the couch and pulled you against him, kissing your head.

“I need you to know, sweetheart. You don’t need to keep anything from me. Ever. Especially stuff like this. I just want to make you happy. I want to make you feel good.”

“I know,” you murmured. “You know you’re the only person I've ever been with. I just - I didn't know how to approach it. I guess really I was just embarrassed. Maybe a little ashamed. I’d never..even thought about any of this stuff,” you laughed nervously. “It feels..dirty?”

“It’s a kink, princess. They’re pretty common. You’re not fucked up for wanting to be chased around before you fuck. It’s just a turn on, doesn’t say anything about your morality.”

You leaned your head against him as he rubbed your arm.

“You come across any other kinks you wanna try, you just let me know. You know I’ll do anything for you, pretty girl.”

You smiled softly at that. You knew he would, but it was always nice to hear him remind you of that fact.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He tilted your chin up so you were looking at him. “I love you,” he told you, leaning down to kiss you softly.

“That was pretty hot,” he said when he pulled away. “We’re definitely going outside next time.” You couldn’t help but smile, a small laugh leaving your lips as you looked at him. “I love you,” you replied, hand coming up to stroke his cheek. “‘M tired,” you mumbled. He lifted you up as effortlessly as ever and moved to carry you up the stairs.

“If you drop me, I swear to god,” you warned him, earning a laugh in return.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

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hislaevv · 1 year

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if tulkun were built like na’vi ๑ nsfw

note: Recently found human Payakan fan art and 😵‍💫 he’s so fiiine. Suggestive content. Monster fucking (??). Na’vi!tulkun x reader. Bear with me on this one please, character building was complicated. Reblogs are appreciated <3

There was no telling what it was, but it barely mattered when it was fucking the inhibitions out of you with its mouth. You should be ashamed of how easily you left yourself go, especially for this creature, one so unrecognizable and foreign.

It was so handsome, silver hair reflecting its royal blue skin, so dark that it almost looked black. Sporting eyes and patterns of tulkun, while the rest seemed built similar to the Na’vi.

A spotted face peaked from in between your trembling thighs, each drag from its ribbed tongue on your cunt sent you spiraling into the sand beneath you.

“ Oh, Eywa! “

Screams and profanities filled the midnight air as you writhed unable to help yourself. It was too much, too inside of you, your body too aware of the sensations traveling across itself.

It loved the way your cunt leaked so heavily around it’s tongue, lapping away at every drop as if careful not to waste any. You’re even more horrified when your body subconsciously jerks forward, demanding it to continue the assault it had on your insides.

Once more, you feel it curl around the right spots, even harder this time. Your friend eager to please and draw more sounds out of you. Feeling so close, the walls of your pussy desperately squeeze at its girth, searching for release.

Between the pad of its fin like thumb rubbing your clit, and the insistent licking, you lost yourself to the point of losing vision. The world spun, and the stars continued to shine down your fucked out figure.

note: I headcanon that it’s deaf 🙏🏼 but can communicate through sign language and vibrations. I cant wait to write fluff for this.. thing.

Some concept art (by @/sully albums) that inspired this drabble:

I’m wasted while writing this, so if it doesn’t make sense I apologize in advance.

#avatar 2 #atwow #avatar #na’vi #tulkun #payakan #monster fucking #smut

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happy74827 · 2 years

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Elastic Heart

[Thor Odinson x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: After months of solitude from each other, the god of thunder had finally returned to you. And as much as you were relieved to see him, he wasn’t the same god you’ve come to know

WC: 1,152

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff

This poor bean has been through so much in these late phases that I just want to give him all the hugs in the world. He deserves so much better. That being said, I hope you enjoy this little snippet of our lightning ball of joy and feel free to reblog and drop a few comments. I’d love to hear your feedback!

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His arms cradled yours promptly, keeping your wobbly self-stable as he looked down at you with adoration.

He was back… Thor Odinson was back.

When you first heard the sound of the Bifröst, you thought your newlywed neighbors were killing each other. I mean you hadn’t heard from him in weeks, let alone months, so it was understandable to reach that conclusion. I mean, why of all Mondays would he choose this one to come back? To come back to you?

But he did, and you didn’t see him enter either. He just… appeared behind you with a closed-lip smile.

He also didn’t make his presence known. Like, at all. He was waiting patiently for you to turn around with your favorite and precious mug he’d stolen from your cabinet, to give to you. It was a thoughtful action as you were brewing your morning coffee, but man did it scare the living hell out of you.

You usually weren’t ashamed when you screamed like a vulture meeting face to face with the god as it happened so many times before. It mostly ended in laughter since Thor had always joined in on the screaming, thinking it was an inside joke.

But this time, nothing. He didn’t budge or even let out a chuckle. He was mute which immediately told you something was wrong.

He was expressionless and pessimistic. The smile he held was forced, and it was painfully obvious. Even his eyes which were always ocean-strong and had something enchanting to them were dark and inanimate.

Your name fell from his lips in a sigh as if he were relieved. A tired smile climbed onto his face as he cupped your jaw, the forced smile still apparent. “I apologize for the scare. It’s a bad habit, I know. I should have announced myself.”

You look up at him, sympathetically, scanning his appearance to find the problem. The emotion that was on display was guilt. His eyes told the story, stating that something tragic had happened — which knowing him, was something far out of his control. He always seemed to feel responsible for the “Midgardians” and carry the blame no matter his involvement in the incidents. It was a trait that you so desperately hated as it would tear him apart at the seams.

If you dropped and shattered a glass? It was his fault, he should’ve caught it.

A natural disaster flooded an entire city? His fault, he should’ve had it under control.

If the news reported a fatal tragedy of which he had no knowledge? His fault, he should’ve known about it and stopped it.

But this… this was unusual. The guilt on his face seemed bigger, more involved than shattered glass. It was something horrid, something beastly. You were sure of it.

“I figured you were busy saving the world, but Thor,” You breathed, “It has been months since you last dropped by, and you hadn’t said anything when you left. I-I was worried.”

“I know, I know.” He uttered, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’m just glad you’re safe, Little Dove.”

“Safe? What are you—“ That’s when you noticed that he was different, physically. You were so blinded by the difference in his mood, that you didn’t even notice that his signature feature was gone.

“Your hair… it’s short.”

“Yes, yes it is.”

“You’re not holding your hammer thing?”

“No, I’m not.”

You squinted, “And wait, is your eye…”

“Brown? Yes, unfortunately.” He answered solemnly, “A lot has happened, so much I’m afraid I can’t go into detail.”

You nodded, taking that as a sign to stop bombarding him with questions. It was clearly upsetting him, and it wasn’t much information anyway. With a hum you graciously took the mug from his hands, placing it gingerly on your countertop, before wrapping your arms around him.

Normally when you hugged Thor he’d pick you up and squeeze you like a beanbag until you couldn’t breathe. However, you didn’t mind it as it was a nice back-cracking experience. He always seemed to know the exact spot where the knot was.

With this hug, he barely moved an inch, just hovering his arms over your waist as if he was scared to touch you. Scared to hurt you. You had to hold back your tears, nudging your face into the withered hoodie he was wearing — which you weren’t about to question either — so he wouldn’t catch on about how upset he’d made you.

You never expected the day to come when Thor was this broken and shattered. Seeing him like this made you want to cradle him like a baby.

“Thor?“ You whispered into him, not daring to meet his eyes.

His body tensed at the possibility of another question. He lowered his head down onto yours, doing nothing but humming in response. His arms had just barely touched the cotton shirt you were wearing, but despite the hesitation, you could tell he needed it.

“It’s going to be okay.” You told him, squeezing his waist to let him know you were still hanging on. “I’m right here, and I will always be right here. Whatever this is, we’ll get you through it together. You’ve gone through hard times before, and you’ll get through them again, I know you will.”

You smiled when you felt him wrap his arms tighter around you — not as tight as his usual hugs, but one that was all around gentle. His body eased into yours as his head hovered down to your neck, feeling the scruff of his beard scratching your skin as he left small delicate kisses on your cheek. The kisses of gratitude and appreciation.

He didn’t say anything and he didn’t have to. From knowing him, you’ve come to the realization that Thor wasn’t a man who used words. He loved to chat about his old war adventures and misdemeanors, but when it came to emotions he was tongue-tied. When you confronted him about it, he told you he had always felt as if he were bombarding people with his problems, opting to suffer in silence instead of causing irritation to those around.

Of course, you had told him that you cared deeply about his feelings and emotions, but he still kept it bottled up inside — only spouting short and shallow responses when prompted.

And so you resorted to hugs and pop tarts. Sometimes he’d soften, telling you what he was concerned about if he wanted your input, but the majority of the time was him smiling in silence. The feeling of having someone there for him was enough.

You felt his tears hit your exposed shoulder as he held on to you firmly. You didn’t bat an eye, moving your palm to rub the small of his back. It was good that you hadn’t started your coffee, as it would have had to become an iced coffee. But even then, you wouldn’t have cared.

Thor came first. Your god always came first.

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always-andromeda · 10 months

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Today marks eight years since the first time I came out as bisexual. And as part of my personal celebration of this occasion, I’d like to recount some memories and reflections I have from those moments.

If you don’t care to read about all of that, simply take this as an explanation as for why I’m going to be reblogging tons of gay shit today. Thank you for reading this PSA and have a wonderful day, folks. 💛

The first time it hit me that there was something a little bit out of the ordinary with me was when I started developing feelings for my best friend at twelve. At the time, I had no clue what to actually label those feelings. But I could make out the building blocks. For one, I thought she was the prettiest girl in the whole world. Whenever she’d sing to me, I could feel myself falling. And I knew that I would get immensely jealous every time she talked about her boyfriend. So much so that I came up with a fake boyfriend in an attempt to make her jealous too.

This endeavor was an utter failure. And the way I orchestrated the most dramatic DCOM-esque “breakup” with my “boyfriend” (whom I named Graham lmao) really should’ve been foreshadowing my future as a writer.

From there, I was ashamed and embarrassed of my queerness. The only reason why I knew gay people even existed was because I’d stumbled across gay porn. And I’m sure you can imagine how damaging it is when you’re twelve years old and your only concept of queerness comes from lesbian porn made for the enjoyment of straight cis men.

Needless to say…I was confused. And deeply scared. Being raised Christian, I was well aware of the fate that would befall me if I gave into this sin. Every single day for about two years, I woke up and went to sleep knowing that I was alone, unloved, and that I was most certainly going to burn in hell for all eternity. And there was nothing I could do about it.

I don’t remember when I first learned that bisexuality was a thing, but I do remember the day I first came out so vividly. I did it partially because I felt like a liar. I felt like I was deceiving the people that I supposedly loved. And I figured the only way to make that right was to tell the truth. So, I drafted out a long text message that I would eventually send to my three best friends. Over and over again I edited that note, trying to get my words right, hoping and praying that things would go well.

I will never forget the visceral anxiety that flooded my nerves when I finally sent those text messages. To this day, the only time I ever felt a fear that was comparable was a literal life or death experience I went through a few years ago.

My hands shook and all I wanted was to eject the contents of my stomach and sob. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more vulnerable (in the worst way possible) in my entire life.

All three of my friends gave three radically different responses. The first one who was already openly queer told me that they were proud of me, that they loved me, and they accepted me. Unfortunately, it started to go down from there.

My second friend told me that she loved me and cared for me, but that ultimately, she was a Catholic and could never approve of my “lifestyle.” I still find it silly how in the years of friendship that followed this exchange, she wouldn’t hesitate to utilize queer vernacular and turned every queer kid she met into her little pet gay.

Finally, my third friend’s reaction was what broke my heart the most. This girl was my best friend. But she was also a massive Christian and incredibly ignorant and unsympathetic. Her first reaction was that I better not start flirting with her. Right afterwards came the disapproval. I got the classic “love the sinner, hate the sin” lecture.

And as a girl who was still trying to be a Christian, I accepted that. I came away from the whole thing knowing that something in me was deeply, deeply broken. And that not even the fact that I was also attracted to men could “fix” that brokenness. I simply had to accept that for some reason, God just decided I was cursed.

Despite this, my friends thought it was very funny to make my queerness the punchline. I was “jokingly” called slurs, was sexualized by my straight male friends, and forced to come out to the homophobes at my school by my straight female friends. Because I guess putting a target on your best friend’s back is hilarious.

For years I put up with that bullshit because I truly believed I didn’t deserve any better than that. I thought the only way I could hope to gain acceptance was if I, in turn, accepted the abuse. At the time, it seemed like a fair trade.

Now, eight years later, I know better. I’ve concluded that if there is a God, they probably are well aware that I’m just trying my best. I like to think that this God would want me to embrace all the beauty they instilled in me. And I try not to hold too much bitterness for the people who hurt me back then. I try to focus on how grateful I am now that the majority of my friends are also queer and that the ones who aren’t are still staunch allies who are always willing to open their minds up to new ideas.

I’m immensely lucky to still be here. Because there are so many who came before me who aren’t here. And that’s why it feels vital for me to share my experiences. Without this openness, I think it becomes so much easier for us to believe that we are alone and hopeless when that is very much not the case. I am not the first person to feel this kind of pain, nor will I be the last. But the only way that we can have a shot at eradicating that fear is by talking about it; by never letting our voices go quiet. On top of this, I feel it is vital for me to remind all of my queer followers that we’re all just trying our best.

Let me restate it loud and clear: There is nothing wrong with you. You aren’t cursed. You aren’t a pet. You aren’t a punchline. You are a human fucking being who is just as deserving of love and respect and community as anyone else. And as much as this world may try to erase us from existence, we will survive. We will insist upon our existence because it is sacred. I promise you, friend. Your existence is sacred. Please, never forget that.

Love always, Andromeda 💛

#˚ʚ meda rants ɞ˚

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erinlindsayy · 2 years

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these broken pieces of us || rhekker

for the lovely @avasrhodes

➺ warnings: implied sexual assault, brief mention of past childhood abuse, self harm, connor is worried about ava, this does have a sort of happy/hopeful ending

✧ a/n: i have rhekker brainrot and i love torturing them oops

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★ requests are open–I write for a number of fandoms! just ask :)

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Ava never intended for Connor to find out about her recent foray into old habits, never intended for him to walk in on her undressing from a surgery, sharp red marks under her ribs painfully stark against the sharp contrast of her pale skin.

Then again, she never intended for that godforsaken dinner to turn into something far worse, never expected Cornelius Rhodes to fail to comprehend the meaning of the word ‘no’, to expect sexual favors in return for the donation, because sure--he was an ass, but she didn’t take him for the sort of man to...

She was wrong.

She could still feel his wrists on hers, could feel her brain tense at the knowledge of what was about to happen, because it had happened to her before when she was younger, the warmth of his breath against her skin and--

She shudders at the memory.

“Ave--” Connor starts. “What’s going on?”

Ava quickly tugs her sweater over her frail form, mumbling some lame excuse about tripping and breaking a vase. It’s half hearted at best, but she’s too exhausted to think of anything better.

Connor crosses the room, urging Ava to meet his eyes. He hadn’t intended on saying anything--he hasn’t really wanted to see her, let alone speak to her, but the girl has been withering away in front of his very eyes, and regardless of how pissed off he is, he still cares.

“Ava. Come on. Talk to me.”

Ava just shakes her head.

“‘M fine, Connor--really. Don’t you have other things to be doing?”

Her snark is weak, and she’s already on the verge on crying--or screaming, or vomiting, or worse--she can’t quite tell, and she just wants to go home and block out the world. She knows she’s spiraling--has been since that horrible night when... everything happened.

But at least then, she’d had Connor. She’d had Sarah, she’d had her support system, she’d had some semblance of hope.

And then, Connor had ripped into her without any thought, confirming to her that he did, in fact, believe his father--Ava had slept with Cornelius.

His father had just left out the crucial detail: nothing about that instance was consensual.

“You’ve lost weight, Ava, the bags under your eyes are bordering on mimicking that of a raccoon, and now you’ve got gashes that we both know aren’t from a vase. What is really going on?”

Connor stares at her with burning intensity, and Ava is faced with a choice: lie, and tell Connor that she’s fine, and that she can handle this on her own, or tell him the truth, and hope like hell that he’ll believe her.

After a few moments pause, the truth slips from Ava’s lips, a slippery slimey squalid thing, seeping from her very soul like black ichor from an infected wound. She’s sobbing by the time she gets to the end, and she’s ashamed--she hates being vulnerable like this, and she hates that Connor still manages to pull it out of her, no matter how awful and cold he’s been towards her over the past few months.

“This won’t change anything between us, Connor. I promise. You can continue to stay away, and if it’s easier for you, you can just keep seeing me as a monster. I’m already sort of damaged to begin with, anyways. You can just pretend I didn’t say anything, and we’ll both figure out ways to keep going forward. Just... forget I said anything.”

Connor sighs.

“You just don’t get it, Avey. This changes everything. You’ve been harming yourself for god knows how long, and you’re just now telling me about it? And not only that--my father is part of the catalyst for all of it? Why didn’t you tell me what he did?”

Ava turns away from him.

“How was I supposed to tell you? How was I supposed to know that you’d have my back after you were so inclined to believe your father over me, when you’d already painted me as a vicious temptress--a monster, really? You already broke my heart, Connor. I wasn’t about to have you tell me that I was lying about being a victim as well.”

Connor is visibly shocked. He’d fallen prey to his father’s manipulations yet again, and this time, Ava had been the one harmed. He’d ignored her, had broken things off, had left her stranded on a sinking raft, so blinded by his father’s snaked silver tongue, and she’d been crumbling, rot decaying her very bones down to her soul.

He walks over to her, tentative hand reaching out towards her shoulder. She flinches away from his touch, and Connor can’t tell if it’s from instinct, or disgust towards him, but either way--it breaks his heart.

Ava, ever so snarky and confident, brilliantly fierce and caring, had been suffering miserably, and he’d been so caught up in everything else that he’d completely abandoned her.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, eyes falling to the ground. “I should’ve been there for you, and I should’ve realized my father was scheming.”

Ava doesn’t respond, but she does lean into his touch, body softening towards him.

“I still love you, Avey. I never stopped--I just couldn’t deal with the idea of you manipulating me, and it’s not the first time a girlfriend had used me to get to my father and his money, and I just... I panicked. Please forgive me.”

The last part is whispered, voice trailing off. Connor knows he has messed up, but he isn’t lying about his love.

“I didn’t just want to be your girlfriend,” Ava whispers. “I wanted everything with you. All of it. But you left. And you took my heart with you.”

Connor moves to wrap his arms around Ava, pulling her close. This time, she doesn’t flinch away.

“This changes everything, Ave. We can fix this. We’ll get through this--together, alright? I won’t leave you again.”

“Promise,” Ava mumbles, face pressed against Connor’s chest.

“Promise,” he responds. “Although, I might need to punch my father in the face. Again.”

#rhekker #ava bekker x connor rhodes #chicago med #one chicago #angst

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 5 months

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If DCLA characters had Tumblr part 9 🕺🏼

🎨 biamakesart Follow

Hi!! I made a new comic 💜 Like and reblog

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Haha that happened to me and my friends once 🤣

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Randomly remember when my dad explained to me that him and his then fiancée were getting married. But he didn’t say that, he started to do this elaborate story about some papa bear that was on his way to meet mama bear at the meadow and saw a flying unicorn or something. That was his ”metaphors” for how they were getting married.

Some extra context to this story: I was 18 when he told me this.

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In that case, how did he explain like… how babies are made?

I both want and do not want to know.

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”Imagine a pegasus and a unicorn. They love each other very much, and so they run across the rainbow together. Their love causes it to rain ice cream and everyone is so happy! Soon there’s a new pony appearing when the unicorn shoots glitter from its magical horn. All the magical elfs celebrate the arrival of the pony, which of course is purple and sparkles a lot! Now, do you have any questions?”

10 year old me:

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How did you even go through puberty?!

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I’m asking myself this every single day.

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🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

When someone has hurt you, remember that everyone has the same bodily functions as you do.

What I am saying is that, whenever someone has made you feel awful, just picture them farting. They aren’t so scary anymore now, are they?

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I tried this and then I immediately felt bad because I pictured my mom finding out I thought such a ”vulgar” thought about her and shamed me for it

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Then picture her burping after shaming you. Who is ashamed now?

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Camila have you pictured these things about me?

🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

Yes.

#you’re my childhood rival #I need to picture you doing gross human things so I feel superior

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🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

I remember when my coach told me I reminded her of a singer she loved as a kid. That singer made her heart beat a lot… and that’s why she wanted me to pursue music because I reminded her of it.

Anyway I am theorizing if she had a crush on that singer and now she wants me to give a new generation of girls crushes with my sweet melodies.

✌🏼 arodarmivida Follow

You're already giving this generation of girls crushes on you <3

💍 queenoftherink Follow

Define ”girls”. In plural. Haven’t seen or heard anyone except for Jim.

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🍓 chico-fresa Follow

Tumblr is fun. I interact more with people I know irl on here than I do with them irl.

🎸 beanie-guitarist Follow

Yeah, especially some people who you barely interact with irl and thus you don’t know them well enough to know it’s very obviously their Tumblr blog 🤣

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

He does not even seem to know the tumblr blogs of people he DOES interact with a lot irl. He may just suck at knowing people.

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

I know people!

I wish Gastón was here, he'd defend me.

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@rollertrack

🎥 rollertrack Follow

Oh hi. I’m here. I just don’t post a lot anymore I’m mostly here to send memes to people in DMs.

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

Can you help defend me from these people who tease me

🎥 rollertrack Follow

I always got your back, man 🙌🏼 But tbh it’s kind of funny how you aren’t figuring out who people are 😝 Some of these are so easy, and it’s people who I personally don’t talk to a lot either irl!

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

Come on man… give me some hints

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🎀 italys-biggest-bow-collector Follow

At the convention now and I found a nice pin that suited me 💜

🎤 singing-is-who-i-am Follow

I love that so much! Wish I could have gone to the convention with you!

🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

Have you found any pin for me?

🎀 italys-biggest-bow-collector Follow

I found three pins, all that I think represent us three specifically. Guess which one is yours

🌟 supernova-number-one Follow

Please tell me you’re not at the starcon…

🎀 italys-biggest-bow-collector Follow

Oh i’m at the starcon! I’m not cosplaying or anything like that, and I’m into more niche things that I wouldn’t find here in the first place… however, I often end up finding something interesting, something I didn’t think I wanted. Like those pins, or sometimes VHS tapes of old stuff that are impossible to find, or are impossible to find with that dub.

Why? Are you there?

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She is. She could go without even asking but not me because my dad can’t have control over her, but he refuses to let me do anything…

She’s also in cosplay >:3

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I’m not in cosplay!!

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She’s in cosplay ;) You’ll know exactly that it’s her when you see her

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🎸 beanie-guitarist Follow

Hey I found something interesting while at the con!

I have no idea what the actual babygirls are in that competition but I vote for @rollerskatingonthemoon

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In that case I vote for you back! 😜

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Yay may the best babygirl win!! 😍

💍 queenoftherink Follow

Why are you two like this

🎸 beanie-guitarist Follow

ÁMBAR IS A BABYGIRL TOO!!! VOTE FOR HER!!

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See this is why I don’t go to these cons. They make people weird.

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You’re missing out, we’re cosplaying Team Rocket right now and you would have made a perfect Meowth 😹

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If my stepdaughter walks out in an astronaut outfit and cat ears, and having a spacy makeup, should I be concerned about that?

Or is it just the latest fashion?

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💅🏼 ja-jazmin Follow

I have a new video idea 😁 And I wanna ask you guys here before I ask people irl.

For people with uteruses: If you told your parents you were pregnant today, how would they react?

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*wrecks the entire house in an angry rampage* ”WHAT?! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!”

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”Oh, who’s the father? Ha! Don’t tell me, it was just some random one, huh?”

Then she’d kind of accept it but make comments about me probably being unfit to raise a child (she tried to murder 3 people so idk if she’s the best example of how to be a good mother anyway)

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”I am going to assume you know what you’re doing, and that this was planned. I can provide you a room if you need to, but you have the responsibility yourself.”

It’s funny that I think that because

I live in a mansion with lots of rooms. I could be pregnant with quadruplets and everyone would have their own room

She doesn’t live here anymore

I guess I am just thinking more how she’d react back when she was the owner of the mansion. Like if she didn’t react like that then she’d maybe be supportive and then when the baby is born she tries to get custody of it or at least force me to live with her so she can be close to the child and influenser it.

But today I guess she’d just be like ”I’m happy” or something. She’s going through therapy. So am I because of the fact that she didn’t until now 😀👍

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”Oh that’s great, sweetie. Want a cookie?”

(Then we would not discuss it more)

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I think my parents would be very happy for me, although because of my young age they’d act a bit cautious. But, they’d always be supportive ☺️ If the pregnancy was planned, I think they’d trust me that I’m ready, and if the pregnancy was unplanned, I think they’d support me in whatever choice I make about it.

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”Congratulations! Have you planned this for long? Do you know the donor?”

(in my case, I’d have to plan it and use a donor)

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Mom: ”You’re kidding! No!” *hugs me* ”Ok! Have you planned it? When’s the due date? Have you picked out a name? Have you bought everything for the nursery? Are you breastfeeding or bottle feeding? And you know the father is the father? No I’m just asking, sometimes I wonder if your dad is your dad… no, I didn’t cheat on him, but you know… maybe you were switched at birth.”

Dad: ”HI PREGNANT, I’M DAD! Oh, but wait, is it granddad now? No, because it’s YOU who is pregnant and YOU are my daughter, so yes, correct response…”

And bonus: My mom’s wife

”Aww, kisses in the air! Kisses at your belly! Wow! Maybe the child actually is red haired this time, we all thought you would be, but then your dad’s genes got too strong… or I don’t know.”

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🎸 beanie-guitarist Follow

Last night I dreamt I got triplets, and I made teeny tiny beanies for them.

Anyway anyone wanna make triplets with me? 🥹

🛼 rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

I’m up for adopting triplets and we can raise them together as best friends who are co-parents 😂 Like your cousin and his band

💍 queenoftherink Follow

I’m up for having 3 children with you (although I’d settle with 2 tbh) but not at ONCE

🎸 beanie-guitarist Follow

Ok but… hear me out…

You two, and another person, are surrogates who give birth at the same time and then I’ll take all the babies and dress them up in beanies

💍 queenoftherink Follow

Yeah no, either get me pregnant and expect ONE child per pregnancy, or raise adopted children with Luna as your platonic co-parent

💅🏼 ja-jazmin Follow

Wait, why can’t he get Luna pregnant? 🤔

🛼 rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

I don’t want to

💅🏼 ja-jazmin Follow

But why not? I thought you liked him 😉

💍 queenoftherink Follow

Jazmin, to keep this as simple as possible:

Luna and Simón are best friends and despite trying out some romance in the past, that’s all. They are very close and always will be close, but platonically. That’s why they won’t try for a baby, because they don’t have that relationship. If they raise a child it will be as platonic co-parents. And that child would most likely be adopted.

But me? Well… 😏

… Simón, actually, you wanna try for triplets? I can’t promise anything but come to my room in an hour

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Yay I can be a nanny for the potential triplets then 😁 Or one kid. Or twins.

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And Luna please leave the house for an hour or two

🎸 beanie-guitarist Follow

Glad we solved this 🥳

Actually now I’m just excited if I end up with one kid 🤩

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Ok guys tmi

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Your existence is tmi

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🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

I’m sure I can even turn straight girls a little sapphic 😏 /hj

📸 felicityfornow Follow

Hmm, has it ever happened?

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

Well we can start with you. When you wanted to promote my singing and you just wrote a long poem about how my voice takes you to other worlds…

I was very flattered but also you turned into Sappho’s descendant with your descriptions 🙃

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

Wait a minute…

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

Wuh-oh

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

Is this Luna’s secret side blog? Why else would Nina write about her singing?

Has Luna been dating Jim all this time?! And she fooled me by saying she ”barely interacted with me” to put me on the wrong path of figuring it out

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HELP no i’m not dating Luna

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

Matteo is gonna go through every person ever before even considering me

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At this point, I'm wondering if Matteo's gonna find out in the most unexpected and random way.

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#those pins and also the other convention pictures are from an actual con I went to #(I didn’t cosplay or anything but it was fun going around finding stuff)#and I was like ’you know what? Now the characters need to go to a con’#violetta #soy luna #disney bia #if dcla characters had tumblr

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geminixevans-stan · 3 years

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Liar Liar

Pairing: Mafia!Steve x Black Reader

Words: 5.7k

Summary: When a snake a friend makes her spring break go wrong, the reader has some very intoxicating company

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut (Hair pulling, oral f, spanking, daddy kink, creampie, facial, squirting).

A/N: I have been with Mafia!Steve since the first time reading it and I really want to thank @angrythingstarlight for that lol. I wanted to be railed by this man and not even ashamed about it. I want to thank @lafayette103 for picking how Mafia!Steve would look cause she is as much of a hoe for him as I am. Thank you @olyvoyl for talking me out of not scrapping it. I started getting real self-conscious at it being so long but I’m happy with the outcome. With that being said, I hope you all enjoy this story, and if you do. Like, reblog, and comment! I adore hearing from everyone ♥ Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

The double doors stood way over your height as you rang the bell. You were going to spend the spring break with your friend, Bella. She promised that you would all have the time of your life and that you didn’t have to lift a finger while you were under her roof. What she didn’t tell you was that she was loaded. Bella never let on how well off she was and by looking at the house as you pulled up, she was very rich. You two met sophomore year, assigned as roommates for the entire year. She seemed cool and unlike the other girls on campus so you and her hit it off pretty well.

That was until the current day…

You rang the bell once more hoping that someone would answer, it was scorching hot and one thing you loathed was being in the hot sun for a long period of time. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you dialed her number waiting for her to pick up. After the third ring, you were sent to voicemail.

Did this bitch just send me to voicemail?

Calling her the second time with the same result, you rang the bell one more time. The door opened wide as a lady almost your height greeted you with a wide smile, “Welcome to the Roger’s residence! Bella said that you would be coming by. I can take your bag for you,” she inched to grab the bag but you stopped her in her tracks.

“Oh no that’s okay! You really don’t have to do that,” you didn’t know how comfortable you felt about ordering someone around and she had already been so welcoming in the short time that you had known her.

The lady, who, you assumed is the maid smiled brightly as she slowly grabbed your bag anyway, “It would be no problem, we treat all our guests like royalty. Please step inside it must be so humid out here,” she pointed out, draping the bag strap over her shoulder. You nodded in agreement as you stepped past her, hearing the door close..

“so...,” looking at her not even knowing her name. She walked past you, stopping as your voice died. She could see the confusion on your face, “I’m so sorry I didn’t get your name. Didn’t mean to be rude.”

Her eyes lit up as she held your bag with one hand, “It’s Paola ma’am and you aren’t rude at all. Actually, you have been nicer to me in 2 minutes than the rest of Bella’s friends,” she said as a small smile met her lips. Okay, so the rest of her friends are assholes… figures.

Walking around the large mansion, you noticed the very high floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the backyard, laced with a fully decorated patio and large pool. There looked to be a smaller house outside, more than likely a guest house of some sort. Paola began to give you a full tour of the house, showing you the kitchen and letting you know that you could have whatever you wanted. Then taking you to the living area that held a luxurious sectional that looked comfortable enough to sleep on. There were various paintings and plants on either side of an elegant fireplace with a very wide flat screen tv high above it.

You couldn’t help but noticed that Bella was still not here and she said that she would be. She never called you back and you were starting to worry, “Um.. Paola? Is Bella even here?” you questioned as she set your bag down into the room that you would be staying in. you looked around the large living area, seeing that it was twice the size of your own dorm room. In the middle sat a California king bed adorned with rose gold satin sheets and a large screen tv mounted directly in front of it. The en-suite was on the right and you had your very own walk-in closet.

Even though you would only be staying here for a week, you knew that you would miss it as soon as you left. This room was fit for a princess and who were you to deny the hospitality. Paola looked up at the gold clock in your room, scrunching up her face, “Well I haven’t seen her since this morning. She did call and say that you would be stopping by”

You shook your head at Paola, just as confused as her, “That’s odd, she said that she would be here when I got here,” you said genuinely. Surely she wouldn’t leave you in a house all by yourself. Would she? Paola left you to get situated in the room, letting you know that dinner would be ready in three hours. You unpacked your bag, setting the clothes in the different drawers as you took some out to get yourself a shower before eating.

The hours went by and no sign of Bella, getting more worried, you dialed her number again as you got the voicemail one more time, “Bella! Are you okay? I’m at your house which is huge by the way. Gimme a call whore,” you say as you hang up the phone. You opted to wear a snug pair of shorts and a t-shirt, making it out of your room and into the kitchen. The smells of tomato and basil called to you as you saw Paola mixing a medium pot of sauce and pasta.

She looked up at you beaming as she seasoned the sauce at the same time, “Happy you got comfortable, any word from Miss Bella?” she asked as she walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water for you. She sat it in front of you, going back to the stove to check on the garlic rolls.

Taking a large sip, you shook your head as the smell of garlic made you salivate, “Still getting the voicemail. Everything smells so good in here,” you compliment, scrolling through your phone as you open up Instagram. As you are scrolling, you hear the door open. You look in the direction of the front room, hopping off the stool as you made your way to the front room, “It’s about time you made it! I was starting to get…” the person in front of you was not Bella, “worried…” you said slowly.

There stood a man, way taller than you, broad shoulders, and a tailored suit that fit him just right. He did have the matching blue eyes that Bella had as his brown locks were neatly slicked to the back. He donned a neatly trimmed beard and you were just close enough to smell his intoxicating cologne. He looked down at you in a tell-tale smirk, “Worried about me huh? I would be flattered if I knew who you were, pippi (Lovely girl in Italian).” His voice sounded just like velvet and him looking like a Greek God made it no better.

You placed your hands behind your back, staring up at the tall figure of a man. Giving him your name you start fidgeting with your fingers, “I’m a friend of Bella’s. She told me she would be here but I haven’t seen her yet,” chewing on the inside of your cheek as you never break eye contact. His brow furrows at you, pulling his cufflinks loose from his jacket.

He pulls it off of him, giving you a better look at his figure. His arms were thick, not too muscular but enough to know that the gym never missed him. His shoulders were more defined as he cracked his neck from left to right. Bringing his sight back to you as he gave you a small smile, “Seems like my bambina (child in Italian) lied. I dropped her and the rest of her friends at the airport this morning. They should be in Cancun by now,” he informed you.

That little bitch!

The heat rose to your face as the look of embarrassment washed over your facial features. You brought your eyes to the shiny tiled floor, not wanting to let the man see your hurt. You straightened your shoulders, holding your head up, “Oh… she didn’t tell me that. Who might you be, my manners are so bad,” you say as you try your best not to let your emotions show. You honestly wanted to take a flight and throw her in the damn ocean.

He walked closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. The closer he gets the taller he seems, “I’m Bella’s father, a shame I’ve never seen you before. Name is Mr. Rogers but you can call me Steve, pippi,” he says apologetically. He wasn’t too happy that Bella lied to you but he couldn’t help but be captivated at how beautiful you were. Your anger could be felt from a mile away and something in him didn’t want to see a pretty thing like you hurt.

Your eyes widen at the man standing over you. He is her father?! This man was definitely the epitome of a total DILF. No. Bad thoughts. You can’t think that way of her dad! But he was so sexy… You could see some features of her in him and just knew that he indeed was telling the truth, “I’m so sorry Mr. Rogers. Had I known I wouldn’t have even come. I’ll… go get my stuff and just head back to the dorms.”

The last thing he wanted you to was to leave. After all, it was Bella who lied to you and he was going to have a good talk with her when she got back, “No worries pippi! How long were you staying?” he asked still resting his hand on your shoulder. His grip tightened slightly at the thought of you having to leave.

Looking up at up through your lashes, you gave a small smile, “well it was supposed to be the entire week, for spring break and all. I don’t want to intrude, Mr. Rogers,” he tutted at you walking past you to take a seat at the island. He patted at the stool next to him motioning for you to sit. Letting out a deep sigh, you took a seat next to him. He gave you small smile before looking over at Paola and back at you.

He called her over to stand in front of you two as she turned to look at the both of you, “Make sure that she has the best care this week. She won’t lift a finger unless she wants to. I’ll deal with my little bambina when she gets back,” he instructed as Paola gladly nodded and went about finishing up the last touches of dinner.

You began to protest, not wanting to cause any trouble, “Please Mr. Roger’s its really no tr-”

He cut you off before you could finish, placing his finger under your chin bringing your sight up to him. Your doe eyes were going to be the death of him and he couldn’t just let you leave without getting to know you, “Steve… and I won’t hear another thing about it. You deserve a break from the campus too. I’m not always around but when I am, I don’t mind keeping you company. How’s that sound pippi? Want me to keep you entertained?” he smirked as you melted under his touch.

This man was intoxicating and you didn’t know how you were going to survive the entire week. He did say that he wouldn’t be around that much so maybe you would get a break from ogling at him the entire time. You gulp suddenly, never breaking your gaze from him, “Yes, Sir. I mean, Yes Steve, thank you for having me,” a bulge was forming in Steve’s pants the minute you said “Sir”. He was definitely going to have fun with you this week.

He clapped his hands together beaming at you, “Then it settles it! Anything you want, just ask and it’s yours. I’m going to head up and finish some work before dinner. Make yourself at home pippi,” he says patting you on the back as he leaves making his way down the hall. You look over at Paola her smile never wavering from yours. She leaves the kitchen, heading to the dining room as you hear the familiar clinking of silverware.

Getting up from your seat, you enter into the room occupied by a grand table, covered with a black and gold runner in the middle. You watch as she takes the silverware from the designated drawer, “Need any help? I really don’t mind,” she looks at you appreciatively, taking out the right about of forks and knives.

Before she could decline, Steve pops his head into the opening of the room, “Not a finger pippi or do I have to spank you already,” he playfully warns as a smile creeps on his face. He looks over at Paola who gives him a small tsk before bringing his sight back to you. You couldn’t help the sudden rush of heat meeting between your thighs at the thought of his large hands connecting to your ass cheeks.

The thought alone made you stammer as you answer, “No Si-, Steve. I’ll just wait in the front room,” you say, scurrying past him to sit on the plush sectional.

You took your phone, wanting to contact Bella again just to say how fucked up she was. But she knew what she did and didn’t even care. There was no point in even talking to her anymore at this point. You would have left, had Steve not insisted on you staying. There was honestly no use in trying to gain any forgiveness from his daughter because she turned out to be a snake. It hurt because you really trusted her and in turn, she treated you as if you were a toy. You kind of regretted even telling her some secrets or even getting close to her because this is how it all turned out.

Dinner was nothing short of delicious, you never really had real Italian food and you could tell it was so much different than the Americanized version. Steve didn’t come out and it didn’t really bother you at all. You really didn’t know him and you were sure whatever work he was doing was really important. You asked Paola if it would be okay to bring him a plate and she graciously made it for you, giving you a small glass of wine to top it off.

Tiptoeing quietly down the hall, you stopped in front of the door, standing still as you heard his booming voice talking to someone. When it sounded like he took a break, you soundly knocked on the door, hoping he would answer, “Come in,” he said from behind the door. As soon as he saw you poke your head through the door, the hard exterior of his face softening, pulling a smile at the corners of his lips. He beckoned you to come closer with his hand, “Hi there pippi, everything okay?”

Opening the door fully, he could see the plate of food and drink in your hands. Raising both slightly you spoke in a small voice, “Just didn’t want you to be hungry is all,” you say as you closed the door, walking over to him. He straightened up in his seat, rolling his sleeves up as you could now see the light covering of hair over his arms. His eyes danced over every curve of your body as you walked over to him placing both plate and wine on the desk.

He captured the apex of your chin between his thumbs before you straightened back up, bringing his cerulean eyes to yours, “Thank you pippi, you didn’t have to. Unless you just wanted to see me?” he gave a small smirk looking over you before letting you go. This man had to know what he was doing, right? Was he really flirting with you right now?

The latter was definitely correct, you did want to see more of him. He was that fine and you wanted to be in his presence as much as he would let you. Giving him a small smile, “It’s just… just didn’t see it for dinner sir… thought you could use some food while you worked. From the sounds of it… you’re working pretty hard,” you say looking down at the carpet.

Steve remembers the previous call a minute ago.

One of his men slipped up and let a target get away. But the matter was being handled as usual. He leaned back against his chair placing his hands behind his head, “So you heard that huh, pippi? Nothing to worry that pretty head of yours,” he cooed as you looked back up at him in his relaxed state. He looked good like this. His shirt halfway opened so you could take a glimpse at the peeking tattoos, sleeves rolled up to show off his muscular arms, and his shoes lying on the side of his chair.

Whatever he did was not your business and you were just happy to keep your eyes on him. You sat in the office with him talking about school and what you wanted to do afterward. He gained respect for you because he could see that you were more than just a beautiful girl and wanted nothing more than to get to know you and maybe even keep you if you were up for it.

The weekend went by fairly quickly as you spent most of your time either in your room or in the living area as you kept Paola company. Steve was gone for most of the day until you heard him shuffling to his room late at night. You wondered just what kind of work he did but it was best that you didn’t. There were different visitors who looked like they didn’t do normal work and honestly looked a little dangerous.

You were well into the middle of the week as you felt like having a night dip in the pool. Slipping on your bikini and flip-flops, you grabbed a towel as you made it out into the hallway. A door opened as steam rolled out, thinking that it was just Paola. What met your eyes was a very naked Steve with an ass to die for. You stopped in your tracks as he smoothed the towel over his face, turning around.

The universe had to be playing a sick trick on you because there was no way every part of him was perfect. His dick swung perfectly between his legs, a vein running up the underside. It glistened in the light as you observed his length and how thick he was. With every movement, it bobbed in the air and you let out a low moan that was loud enough for Steve to hear. He turned around to see you frozen looking over him.

“You okay there pippi?” As if he didn’t just catch you staring at his dick! He had to admit that little sound you made, had him wanting you to make it again. He wrapped the towel around his waist, water still falling down his chest. Your head popped up from where it was, looking at him with wide eyes.

Clutching your towel, you knew you were found out, “Sorry Steve! I didn’t mean… I… You’re home early,” you blurted out as you took a minute to catch your breath. He really was a work of damn art.

He gave a small chuckle, running his fingers through his hair, “Work was easy today sweetheart, thought I’d actually enjoy my home for once,” he joked, not even fully paying attention to the small bikini hugging your curves. Now it was his time to stare, “Going for a swim?” he nodded over at you. His eyes dragged over each every part of you causing the heat to rush to your face.

Wrapping your fingers around the soft cotton of the towel, eyes still downcasted, “Ye-ah, kinda didn’t want to spend my night in the room. If that’s okay?” you say, looking up at him. He walked over to you, lifting your chin to meet his face.

Looking over your frame once more, his voice lowered, “anything you want sweetheart,” catching his bottom lip between his teeth, “might come join you and keep you company. Would you like that?” lacing his around your waist to bring you closer. He was all muscle and you wanted to touch every part of him. This is was wrong right? You couldn’t be this close to Bella’s dad like this...

Fuck her.

Your eyes darkened with desire, as you gave Steve a knowing smirk, “Whatever you want Steve,” pressing your lips to his cheek as your pull from his grasp, walking away as you swayed your hips all the way down the hall. If he wanted to keep you company, you couldn’t deny the man in his own house. Steve watched as you paced down the hall, grabbing at his hard cock through the towel. Chuckling lightly as he shook his head as he headed into his room to change into some swimming trunks.

The water felt just right on the warm night. The night illuminated by the stars and full moon, you had to take a look at the beautiful sight. Being distracted by the sky, you never knew that Steve came into the water. Not until you felt a pair of thick arms wrapped around you, “Hi sweetheart,” dipping his head down to press his lips to your cheek, “couldn’t pass up the chance to be alone with you.” Stiffening in his grasp, his chest shook from light laughter, “Relax pippi, you’re safe.”

That turned you on more than it should, “Just scared me is all,” you say still staring out at the sky. A hum radiated in his throat as he brought his hands up sliding over your belly. You look down to see fresh bruises on his knuckles, placing your fingertips over them, “rough day?” laying your head against his solid chest. You still didn’t know what he did but something in you felt safe either way.

Steve took a slow inhale through his nose, letting it out slowly, “maybe for the other guy sweetheart. Like being here so far?” he asks, placing his nose in the sea of your thick curls. He basked in the sweet scent of your hair rubbing his fingers over your smooth skin. The act causing your body to react. Fuck, you wanted him to touch you in other places. It was evident he wanted to. You could feel his hardness slotted right between your cheeks and he was trying so hard not to push against you.

You nodded as you leaned your head slightly, dipping your fingers in his brown locks. Pulling lightly a low growl passing from his lips. You let your tongue pass over your plump lips, rolling your hips against his. His grip tightening around you, ghosting a hand over your neck, “You don’t know what you’re asking for sweetheart,” groaning as he pushes his covered dick against your ass.

Letting out a breathy moan, you double your efforts, pushing your hand between the dancing bodies, gripping his dick in your hands, “Whatever you want Steve…” you didn’t have to tell him twice before you were free from your bikini top, one hand pulling and tweaking your nipples with the other pressing lightly against your throat.

Steve swirled his tongue at your sweet spots, making you mewl from the contact. His tongue was soft and warm, making you soak your panties all at the same time. You turn your head towards him as he dipped down to slot his lips over yours, sliding his tongue over yours drinking in your essence hungrily.

Steve pulled and twisted one nipple to hardness before lightly smacking it, you arching your back at the contact. Doing the same to the other, he began swallowing the noises you made not taking his mouth from yours. He released his hand from your throat, pushing it past the band of your panties to dip his fingers in your drench folds. Pulling his lips from yours, groaning against your mouth, “Fuck sweetheart, you’re soaked. Need to taste you,” he says turning you to face him as he lifts you out the water and onto the ledge.

He tore your bottoms in half, throwing them in whatever direction as he pulled your legs over his shoulders, pulling you to his face. His eyes stared up at yours as he dipped down licking his flat tongue up and down your folds, collecting all your juices on his tongue. Moaning loudly from your taste he attached his lips to yours sucking like a starved man, grabbing your hands to place them on his head

Wrapping his arms around your thighs holding you in place, he sucks your clit into his mouth, running the tip of his tongue across the sensitive nerves. You brace yourself with one hand, pulling his hair with the other, “Ste-ve!” you gasp out as he brings shock after shock of pleasure between your legs. Your legs begin to shake as you clench your thighs around his head, pulling away.

He yanks you back, eliciting another growl as he smacks the inside of your thigh, “Don’t run from me pippi, let me make you feel good,” spreading your thighs as he pushes two fingers in your throbbing hole, attaching his lips back on your clit before pumping in and out of you. You grip his hair once more rolling your hips against his face.

“Oooh fuck Steve! Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you scream out as he shakes his head from side to side bringing to the brink. You feel a pressure building in your core, at the curl of his fingers hitting a spot you never knew you had. Bucking your hips violently, he holds you in place pushing down on your pelvis. The cocky fucker knew what was about to happen, smirking in between your legs.

Pulling his fingers out, you whine at the loss as you hear his voice, “look at me sweetheart. Need to see you come apart,” pushing his fingers back in your leaky hole. You keep your eyes on his deep blues as he hits that spot again, sucking noisily. The shiver in your spine was the first indicator, the pressure building as he bumped against your spot over and again. With a flick of his wrist, you came undone, singing his name over and over. The dam broke, making steve dip lower as you squirted in his mouth. He pressed his thumb to your clit strumming as he rode the high with you.

Your legs shook at his shoulders as another orgasm rocked your body, Steve pulling you close to drink up every drop, “Steve! Yesyesyesyes!” you held onto his hair, releasing your grip as your high came down. You laid flat down as steve lightly kissed at your inner thighs, carefully pulling you back in the water to wrap your legs around his waist.

Grasping his face in your hands, you pressed your lips to his, lightly kissing the edges and down his jaw. He gripped your ass softly walking to the stairs, taking careful steps out of the water. Walking over to the large table, he places you on the edge, ridding himself of his trunks, his dick slapping against his stomach. The tip red and wet with dripping pre-cum. You reach out wrapping your fingers around the girth stroking him as he groans at your touch, “You keep doing that and I won’t last sweetheart.”

You gripped his hair in the other hand, bringing him closer between your legs and your hand dropped from his length. He brought the swollen tip to your entrance, pushing in slowly. The stretch was a delicious burn and you wanted more. Bucking your hips impatiently, warranted another pop to your skin. You whine as he withdrew, thrusting back in as he punched the air out of you.

“Shit, pippi. Tightest pussy I’ve ever been in,” he grunts, sliding in out at a steady pace, bottoming out each time. You dig your nails into his biceps, his hands keeping both legs open. Steve dips lower capturing your nipples in his mouth, alternating between the pair causing you to throw your head back as he continues to slam his hips between your legs. Feeling his lips crawl up to the crook of your neck, you wrap your arms around his neck holding as he continues dragging his dick in and out, making you feel every inch.

Steve sucks bruise after bruise on your neck, growling between each one, “Pussy’s incredible sweetheart, molding to my dick like she was made for me,” groaning against the shell of your ear as his breath falters. You clench around his dick, coating his dick with your creamy juices, “Shit, pippi grip me just like that, fuck.”

He lifts you from the table, body in the air as he slams you down forcefully, your body shaking in his arms, “Oh shit! Steve. You’re gonna make me come!” you scream out as he brings your hips down hard against his thighs as he balls slap against your ass, your eyes rolling back as he hits your spot over and over again.

Widening his stance, he hits your spot in a different angle, making you drag your nails down your back, “Yes daddy! fuck!, “ whimpering from the overstimulation. Steve still suddenly, looking into your eyes.

Lifting you up slightly, “Say it again pippi…” He slams you down again

“Daddy!”

Slams you down once more. “Again!”

“Daddy!” you squeak out.

He cracks his hand against your ass before slamming you back down repeatedly cause spurt after spurt of your juice hit his abs, “Oh pippi I think you’re close. Can feel the pretty pussy crying for me,” bringing you back down to the table as he keeps his thrusts steady. He presses two fingers to your clit rubbing in circles, thrusting upwards at your g-spot.

You drag your nails down his back, feeling your core tightened rapidly, gripping onto him tightly. His thrust getting sloppy as he crashes his lips to yours swiping his tongue over yours before pulling away, “Come for me sweetheart, milk Daddy’s dick. Fuckin do it,” he coaxes you rubbing faster as your arch your back, feeling the gush cover your lips, table and down Steve’s dick, “That’s my good girl! Oh fuck!,” Steve shouts painting your walls with rope after rope of his thick load.

He snaps his hips harder pumping more into you as another orgasm crashes over you, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Steve presses his lips to the column of your neck basking in the high you two created, “My good girl,” pressing his lips to yours, “did so good for me,” he says pressing a kiss to your forehead. You open your eyes looking up at him as he gives you a tired smile, “there she is,” he says as he places a small kiss to your nose.

The rest of the week was spent in his bed, the kitchen, the bathroom… damn near any surface Steve could get you on.

“That’s it pippi make Daddy’s dick creamy,” he cracks a hand over the globes of your ass, “such a beautiful little slut you are.”

Gripping your hair as he takes you over the couch, slamming into your repeatedly. He had successfully pulled four orgasms from you already and working on the fifth before you squeaked out.

“Oh! Too much Daddy I can’t,” He slapped you on your ass again, snaking a hand down as he rubbed your clit in fast circles, causing you to squirt down the back of the leather couch and floor.

He chuckled down at you keeping his same pace, “What’s the matter pippi? Thought daddy’s pussy couldn’t come anymore?”

That caused for him to pull out 2 more orgasms before coating your ass with his cum.

It was the day for Bella to come back and Steve sent someone to go pick her up. He would have done it himself but he was too busy balls deep in you over his desk.

By the time she made in the house, she could hear your screams throughout the house, making it up to his office. She made it just in time to see her father painting your face with his cum. Rope after rope covered your lips and tongue dripping down to your chest as you looked up at him, his hand at the back of your neck.

“Papà!! What the hell?!” the look on her face was priceless.

He looks away from your face to his daughter’s, “Welcome home bambina! I got real acquainted with your friend here. Might be your stepmom if she keeps this up,” he smirked over at her.

Her face was as red as a tomato, folding her arms as she looked over at you. You gave her a small smile, “Hi Bella! Your dad kept me occupied since, ya know, you left me here,” pushing some of his come in your mouth. Steve let out a low moan at the nasty act.

He looked over at Bella his smile falling, “Do we lie in this house bambina?”

“No papà,” she said rolling her eyes.

He did a fake tsk at her attitude, “That’s right. So since you decided to treat your only friend like she was trash, I had to rectify that. Isn’t that right my precious pippi?” he coos over at you, pushing more come in your mouth with his thumb as you swirl your tongue over the thick digit.

You nod happily and say, “Yes daddy,” with his thumb still in your mouth.

He looks back at Bella, giving her a hard stare, “Now bambina, I think an apology is needed don’t you think?” The look he gave her made her know he wasn’t playing, “But, 'I’m sorry’ won’t work cause you won’t mean it. Gonna send you back to your dorm and you can pack her stuff and bring it here.”

Bella began to protest as you looked up at him with wide eyes, “papà!! That’s not fai-”

His voice boomed through the room, “Fair? What isn’t fair is being a liar bambina. Get it done and get out of my office. Need to give my sweetheart some more loving,” he pulls you up smoothing your skirt down, “come on pippi. Need to clean you up so I can get you dirty again…”

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Scale, Part 3 | KSJ

Scale, Part 3

Definition: A beam that is supported freely in the center and has two pans of equal weight suspended from its ends; Something graduated especially when used as a measure or rule: such as (a) an indication of the relationship between the distances on a map and the corresponding actual distances; (b) a series of marks or points at known intervals used to measure distances; A graduated series or scheme of rank; A means of ascent

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Pairing: KSJ x fem!reader; appearances by OT7

Rating: Mature content (21+)

Genre: Rich boy!AU; CEO!AU; strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut (eventual)

Count: 9.4K+ words (a monster!)

Warnings: socioeconomic imbalance; character physical disability; excessive cussing; office banter; fluff; angst; pining; arranged marriage; slow burn; alcohol consumption; a character gets injured--but it's not super serious; Jin-Namjoon-JK in tuxes (YES, that's a warning)

Summary: Kim Seokjin lives in a world where money is no object as he is the heir to his family's lucrative company; OC is a scrappy go-getter who has to work hard at multiple jobs to meet her financial obligations. When their paths cross, they'll have to figure out whether they can find a balance point between themselves and their lives.

A/N: Things are starting to pick up! I appreciate all of the feedback and comments so far because it gives me a sense as to how far I can take this story. I have LOTS planned for these two...

As always: ❤️, comment, reblog, or send me an ask 📩. Would love to know what you all think! Thank you sooo much for reading!

Jungkook walked briskly out of Jin’s office and back to his in a bit of a panic. He digs his phone out of his pocket to shoot a quick text.

Can we talk whenever you’re free? Just text or call, please.

Shortly after, he gets an affirmative response.

It was half past midnight when he finally arrived at the door much later that day.

She opens it and immediately throws her arms around him. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I thought he’d never leave!”

“That’s okay. So uhh–you didn’t…” he treaded carefully, “You didn’t tell him anything, did you?” He asked after he entered her home and shut the door.

“No, of course not. You said not to and…I listen, every now and then.” She sounded disappointed and Jungkook had to deal with that fact. But he had made a good argument and he convinced her to wait until the right opportunity presented itself, preferably when Jin was emotionally stable.

He walked over and wrapped his arms around her from behind as she rinsed wine glasses in the sink.

“I’m really sorry to be a spazz about this. When I heard that you invited him over for dinner, I panicked.” He gave her a gentle kiss on her neck.

She leaned into his cheek and sighed. “I really don’t think it’s going to be that bad, Jungkook.”

“Haejin–it’s a little more complex this time…”

She turned around to face him. “I told you, we lost our window when he met with her. And now he’s stuck with his own portable storm cloud following him around again.”

“I’m sorry…I know that we should have taken that chance.”

She sighed again, which caused him to distance himself away from her while she leaned against the sink. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but–I feel like a whore.”

He scoffed. “Don’t say that.”

“No, I do! Like, you’re ashamed that we’re together.” She folded her arms protectively over her chest, her eyes were downcast.

“I know that we didn’t start off in a conventional way but I think that many things have changed between us in the last year. I’d think that was enough leverage for us to just come out with it.”

She used the term ‘us.’ Now he felt absolutely guilty.

“Jagi…I’m sorry. I never anticipated that he’d feel this way again. I was honestly just making sure that the company turned a profit first. I just wanted to prove myself–prove to your family that…I deserve you and that I can take care of you.”

“Yes, you said that already,” she said mumbled.

“Okay, look…” He closed in on her again and squeezed her upper arms. “We’ll tell your family after the gala. I promise.”

She looked up to meet his gaze with a hint of skepticism.

“I swear. We’ll do it together,” he assured her.

She gave him a smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said back to her right before he kissed her lips. “So…you said you were going to show me your dress for Saturday?”

“Well, it’s not quite ready yet…but I can show you what I’m wearing underneath it,” she said slyly.

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“Stop, stop! My stomach…” you clutched your belly as you tried to catch your breath in between laughs.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it!” Jin snorted then made a window-wiping squeaking sound. You realized that he was in absolute stitches, which triggered another round of laughs from you.

You sighed then wiped the tears from your eyes from all the giggling.

“Why did you watch that show,” you asked.

“I was curious! The preview made it look so interesting. And then the re-enactments started and I just couldn’t stop laughing. I thought, ‘YN enjoys watching this’?”

“Okay, to be fair, that was an old-timey true-crime series. Extremely outdated! They don’t do re-enactments anymore. Newer shows use real crime scene photos and intercut scenes of actual locations now to allude to the events that actually happened,” you tried to explain.

“Alright, alright…” he conceded.

“You just picked a bad one,” you said defensively. “Next time, text me for recommendations!”

He laughed and nodded.

It was late on a Wednesday evening and it was a slow night at the diner. You had been training a new-hire and showing her the ropes. It was great because you could properly teach her where everything was and she could get used to the menu and manners of operation without being frantic. At least she could properly pace herself.

Jin stopped by for dinner—slightly earlier than usual. He ordered some steak and eggs with a side of french fries. He seemed famished.

“I know the price doesn’t make it seem like it but we make the best steak and eggs here,” you said proudly after serving him.

Shortly after, Yoongi asked which of you and Jimin would like to volunteer to head home early but that one of you had to stay and to help the newbie. Jimin practically screamed saying that he would be happy to help train your new server.

You rolled your eyes at Jimin, who narrowed his and gave you a devilish smile while he glanced at the new girl.

“Just keep it in your pants, dude. This one’s actually good,” you whispered to him while you took your apron off.

Before retrieving your things from the back room, you sauntered over to Jin’s table to clear his very empty dishes.

“I’ve been released early,” you said as you picked up his plates.

“Oh. That’s uh—good? I mean…not good because your hours are cut but you can rest—“

“It’s alright. The last couple nights were pretty busy so I’m good to leave early. And you’re right, I could use some rest,” you said.

“I can give you a lift?”

Was it a question or a statement? He was really nice but you didn’t want to take advantage.

You hesitated. “I don’t want to impose—“

“You’re not. I’m just helping out a friend,” he says. “And think of it as a thank-you for serving me the best steak and eggs in the city.”

You acquiesced and he smiled as you walked away with his dishes. While you retrieve your things from the back, Jimin helps him settle his check.

By the time you step out, Jimin lets you know that Jin was waiting for you by the parking lot.

“I warmed it up for you,” he said jokingly as you entered the car.

You chuckled at his poor attempt at a come-on. Was it a come-on? Was it a poor attempt?

“So–home?” He asks, breaking you away from your thoughts.

“Hmm…I dunno yet. I’m usually out ‘til the wee hours,” you say noncommittally.

“Do you feel like dessert?”

His question took you by surprise so you turned to look at him, brows furrowed. Was this another come-on?

“...Because I know a place,” he winked.

And that’s how you ended up parked next to this bungeoppang cart, currently.

Just then, your phone alerts you to a text message.

[Taehyungie] 1:10AM: Just checked in with uncle and grabbed Tannie 🐶 He almost bit me because I had to wake him up and he didn’t want to leave because he was cozy 🤣

You chuckled after reading his message.

“Who’s that,” Jin asked casually. He didn’t mean to read over your shoulder.

“Oh, it’s Taehyung. He said that he just checked on my dad.”

“Is Taehyung your boyfriend?” He asked with his brows knitted.

You laughed out loud which he mistook as a defensive mechanism.

When you calmed down, you saw that his expression remained unchanged.

“Oh…no! Taehyung-ah? No, no. He’s my neighbor and practically my little brother. He works late, too but usually gets in before me. He looks in on my dad when he can or whenever he has to drop Tannie off…”

“And Tannie is?”

“His dog.”

“Ah…” Jin nodded after getting some clarity, his face visibly relaxing.

“Yeah…he works a lot of odd jobs and he’s a night owl like I am. He’s trying his best to break into the art world,” you said.

“Art, huh,” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah.”

“What form?”

You looked at him in confusion.

“I mean, what kind of art does he do? Sculpting? Painting? Performance?”

“Oh, uhm–He does a bit of everything.” You’ve seen some of Taehyung’s work strewn about his apartment.

“But he mostly paints and does some sculpting. He’s focused on modern art but also influenced by the classics.”

He hummed. “My friend is an enthusiast and might have some connections,” he says casually.

“Really?”

“Yeah! Does he have a portfolio? I can introduce them–if you want?”

“Oh man–I’m sure he’d love that…And you don’t mind? I don’t want you to think that I’m taking advantage of you—“

“You’re not, YN. Sometimes if you know people, it doesn’t hurt to ask. The worst thing they’ll say is ‘no’.”

You smiled. “I’ll let him know about it tomorrow. I think he’s really good. He just hasn’t met the right people.”

“Well…today’s his lucky day because I happen to know a lot of people.”

“Really now? I didn’t know that number crunchers were so social?” You were teasing.

“Our species have other interests other than being broody at diners late at night,” he chuckles.

“Touché,” you uttered.

“Listen…uhm–I’ve got a few things going on in the next couple days. I might not be able to stop by the diner for the rest of the week,” he says.

“Okay…” You were suddenly surprised at why he sounds apologetic and compelled to excuse himself from seeing you for the rest of the week.

“Jin–you…don’t need my permission or anything. I’m sure you have a life to get to,” you said.

“No, no, I’m–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound–” he stammered. “Sorry, I just...thought I’d let you know that I’m not ghosting you or anything.”

“Uhm–alright. That’s…considerate of you.”

“It’s just that, my mom wants me to stop by to make sure things are ready for the event and…”

“Woah–is this family gathering like a big deal?”

He tries to make light of it and brush it off. “It’s a big deal to my father. And truthfully, my mom doesn’t make requests often so when she does, I do my best to accommodate her.”

“You’re being a good son.”

He chuckles. “I try to be. Sometimes my dad doesn’t think so.”

“Ah, I’m sure that’s not true. It’s our parents’ job to push us to do our best. In the end, they all just want us to be happy.” You gave him a warm smile

He nods lightly. “I know this is a bit weird to say out loud and we haven’t been friends a long time but–I really appreciate our talks. It feels refreshing to just share a few laughs and have a sincere, straightforward conversation without any false pretenses...I can just be myself and not have to worry about putting on a whole charade.”

His earnest confession takes you by surprise. You fought every instinct to read too much into it to figure out what he meant.

“I feel honored that you feel comfortable enough around me to be yourself. I get that it’s your first instinct to put up walls as a means of self-preservation–Trust me, I’ve done that a lot in my life but I realize that opening yourself up to vulnerability can help you heal in certain ways–”

“Yeah…I…fully agree with that. I’m sorry to cut you off,” he smiles.

You smile back at him. “It’s fine. I was getting too deep anyway,” you chuckled. “No, but–seriously. I’m glad that you feel that way. It’s cheaper than therapy, at least,” you joked.

He chuckled. “It is,” he nods. “And therapy doesn’t come with good snacks,” he says as he takes a bite of his bungeoppang.

Less than half an hour later, you call it a night and he drops you off in front of your building. After a quick shower and checking on your dad, you bury yourself under your covers.

Right before you doze off, your phone vibrates on your nightstand and you find a text from Jin.

[Jin] 2:20AM: Thanks again for tonight, YN. Samgyeopsal on Sunday?

You smile and text him back.

[YN] 2:21AM: Only if you let me pay this time!

[Jin] 2:22AM: Sure–if you can beat me with a better credit card toss 😅

You chuckled at his response and shook your head before nodding off.

************************************

On Friday afternoon, your head spun while you tried to keep track of all of the browser tabs that you had organized. It would have been funny if you were plotting some tech-takeover, but you weren’t. You were trying to keep track of all transactions and cross-checking them against the online application–which insisted on opening all new links in a new tab.

Just then, a call comes through your cellphone indicating an unknown number. You quickly save your progress before answering it.

“Hello?”

An unfamiliar voice greets you on the other line. “Hi, is this YLN, YN?”

“S-speaking. What is this about?” You mentally run through all of the bills due this month. Had you overlooked one? Get your head out of your ass, YN!

“I’m a nurse from City General Hospital.”

Shit! Your anxiety hits the roof.

“We are calling because our patient says that you are their emergency contact. Can you please confirm that you know a ‘Kim Taehyung’?”

Temporary relief, but it’s not for long. “Yes I do! What happened? Is–Is he alright?”

“A little banged up but he’ll be fine,” she says calmly.

“B-banged up?”

“He was involved in a cycling accident earlier today. Got a bit of an ulnar fracture.”

A fracture? You’re shocked as to how blasé this nurse makes it all sound. “Oh my god! Is he going to be okay? Will he need surgery?”

“Yes, he will be just fine and no, he doesn’t need surgery. We put a cast on him right now and we also gave him some pain medicine. He just can’t be discharged alone. Are you able to come and get him?”

“Uh, sure. I just have to leave work try to rush out there.”

“Great. Just check in at the nurse’s station when you arrive and we’ll bring you to him, alright?”

“Thank you! I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You hang up just as Hoseok walks by your desk.

“YN, are you alright?”

“Hoseok, I’m so sorry but I have an emergency at home–”

He starts to look more concerned. “Oh no, is your dad alright?”

Hoseok knew the deal. A few years ago, when your dad had his last health scare, he gave you the time off even though you were bordering on negative hours. He spoke to human resources and pooled a few vacation hour donations from your coworkers–even allotting three days of his own vacation time to you.

You worked off every hour to repay them. You didn’t want to be labeled as the office charity case. Although you were extremely grateful, you still had pride and you didn’t want to slack off.

“Um, no, actually. My dad’s fine but it’s my friend, Taehyung. He got into an accident and I’m his emergency contact. I was wondering if I could take the rest of the day to pick him up from the hospital? I just need to get him settled–”

“YN, say no more. Go on ahead.”

“I uh–finished copying and sorting the reports. I can come on Saturday or Sunday morning to finish up–”

“YN–it’s fine, really. You’ve already given us a great head start. The team can finish up the rest. Go take care of your family, hm?”

“Thank you, Hoseok. I owe you.” You were filled with so much gratitude. You would have been completely lost if it weren’t for people like him who cared about more important things other than just turning a profit.

He shook his head. “Don’t even think about it. Go on. I’ll see you on Monday,” he smiled brightly.

******

You didn’t want to double-back to grab Taehyung’s car so you just decided to pay for a rideshare. Luckily, the driver was not a jerk and agreed to wait while you rushed in to pick up your friend from the emergency room.

Thankfully, all papers were ready to be signed since Taehyung apparently assigned you as his healthcare proxy—in the event that something more serious happened, you had the power to decide on the next medically-related course of action should he be too impaired to do it himself.

You made a mental note to discuss it with Taehyung whenever he was lucid enough for life-or-death conversations.

An orderly helped wheel him out to your rideshare, whose driver waited patiently as Taehyung gingerly got into the front seat.

You gave your dad a call on the way back to give him a heads up that you were going to be home a bit earlier than usual and that Taehyung was injured.

As soon as you arrive at your building, he motions to one of the pockets in his backpack, which you held, to retrieve his keys.

Shortly after you make your way in, your dad opens the door across the hall and Tannie runs out to greet Taehyung.

“Thank you, YN,” Taehyung slurred after you helped him settle on his couch.

Tannie immediately jumps up to him to lick his cheek. You immediately take him to avoid him jumping onto Tae’s injured arm.

“Sorry, he kept whining–I could have sworn that he could smell you getting out of the elevator,” your dad says.

“It’s okay, uncle. I might have to just keep him in his little carrier tonight,” he says.

“I can take his carrier and keep him for the night,” your dad suggests.

“That might not be a bad idea.” You turned to your friend. “You’re going to be out of it for a few hours. You don’t want to trip over Tannie in the middle of the night.”

He hums vaguely aware of what’s going on. You made a silent decision to take Tannie’s portable carrier back to your apartment after you got Tae settled further.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he says.

“Well, apparently, you’re making me decide as to whether you live or die.”

He chuckled lazily. “Oh…that…yeah, sorry. I was in a rush filling out the work forms and since you were the first person that I thought of, I just wrote your name down.”

You sighed. “Okay, well–we can talk about that when you’re a bit more alert. Do you need help getting changed?”

He slowly looked at his injured right arm–there was a gash on his knuckles that ran up the back of his hand and underneath the cast. He vaguely remembers trying to avoid a car that tried to cut him off at a turn lane but his bike had already been too close to the curb so he went up and over the concrete and tried to break his fall with his hand–resulting in the fracture.

“You just want to see me naked,” he said slowly.

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, Tae. That’s what it is.” You shook your head as he was clearly out of it.

“Guess this means you won’t be partying for a while,” you teased.

“No partying,” he repeats. Suddenly, his eyes bulged. “Oh shit! The party!”

“What party? I just said that you are in no condition to par—“

“No! The…uh…bartender,” he blurts out.

That sounded random. “Okay, now you’re talking nonsense. I think you need to sleep this off.”

“YN, no. The job! The rich-people party for Saturday,” he exclaims.

“Saturday–as in tomorrow,” you clarified.

“Yes!”

“Oh no…I can give them a call for you to say that you can’t make it?”

He shook his head. “It’s too late. They can’t find anybody else on short notice. But…”

You furrowed your brows. “But what?”

“But the catering manager knows you…from our last job!”

“W-wait…”

“You can take my spot,” he insists.

“Tae, you know I have no bartending experience,” you remind him.

“It’s easy! I know the other bartender. He’s cool—he can show you basic stuff for cocktails, how to pour, how to measure. The great thing is that they’re only doing wine and only certain liquors–no cocktails so you don’t have to mix stuff. But he can show you some quick stuff like a gin and tonic or something.”

You paused to consider this. Since you skipped out on a couple of hours of work at the office, the extra money wouldn’t hurt. You’ve called in a few favors from Taehyung and this was a good way to repay him.

You’d also have to talk to Yoongi and find someone to cover your Saturday shift.

“Please, YN? You can keep the tips,” he looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Tae, I’m not taking money meant for you…”

“YN, I don’t mind. You’re my best friend…the only real friend that I can trust. I’d rather you take it than leave it on the table.”

You sighed. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Yes! Thank you, YN. I’ll give the manager a call—“

“Oh no. You’re not making calls in this state. How bout just give me the number and I’ll call them,” you proposed.

“Okay, here.” He hands you his phone and you keyed in and saved the contact information. “Okay, got it. I’ll call in a bit. What about uniforms? Do I need a jacket or—“

“Just bring a white button-down and black pants and they’ll provide the vests and bowties,” he winces as he tries to adjust himself to a more comfortable position on the couch.

You grabbed some cushions and propped his arm on them.

“Are you sure you’re fine? I can stay until you fall asleep or get you some food?”

“I’ll be okay,” he says as he starts to nod off.

You walk over to his room and grab a clean shirt and bottoms and put them on the coffee table next to the couch. You also grabbed a couple of packs of ramyeon from one of his cupboards and a saucepan and set them on the kitchen counter next to the stove so he wouldn’t have to reach or bend over in case he got hungry.

You weren’t sure what time he would wake up so you wanted to make sure that some of his basic needs would be relatively accessible to him. You took Tannie’s carrier when you left his apartment and knocked two doors down over to Mrs. Choudhry’s apartment.

She was a sweet woman who watched her grandchildren during the day. When Taehyung was at a job and couldn’t look in on your dad, she was your next point of contact. You asked her to check in on Tae since she had a spare key to yours and his apartment.

When you arrived for your shift at the diner that evening, you asked Jimin if he could cover for you while you took the night off tomorrow before you asked Yoongi.

Yoongi then agreed and said that he could call one of the other day shift servers to come in since they’ve been asking about picking up a few more hours. It was a relief to know that things worked out perfectly.

This evening was busy once more as a tech conference was in town and the convention space was a block away from the diner. Fortunately, a few yuppies didn’t seem to feel like dropping hundreds of dollars at the fancy restaurants around the area.

You were just fine with that and it was good for business as it made up for the slow nights earlier this week.

For the rest of the night, you, Jimin, and the new girl served countless customers in business suits.

It was a good distraction from missing the other suit that you had grown used to coming through those doors.

************************************

Since the venue was on the other side of the city, Taehyung offered up his car so that you could get to and from there easily without having to brave public transportation. It was a welcome relief because it would take a long time and careful planning due to the distance and frequency of metro lines traveling to that location.

Taking a rideshare would have drained the base pay that you stood to make since it was a Saturday night and the location was in a touristy area…add a price surge to that? It was definitely out of the question.

You arrived an hour early before call-time for a quick briefing with the service team. Although Taehyung did his best to fill you in on the details this morning, you still wanted to show up early to check in with the catering manager to reintroduce yourself and go over your station and familiarize yourself with the space.

After getting a crash course on mixing and pouring drinks with the other bartender, you felt ready. And Tae was right—no specialty cocktails so you didn’t need to bust out the shaker.

The event was held at a fine arts museum whose structure was originally modeled after a French-style pavilion. It was located on a hill with sweeping views of the Pacific ocean.

The venue had a large atrium in which guests would be drinking and dining. It was also surrounded by large, concrete columns that covered the whole perimeter and at the center of it all was an illuminated glass pyramid—which was where a small stage was set up.

Since the museum housed many classic, invaluable collections, museum staff imposed a hard line against guests milling around with beverages or appetizers next to the art.

You finish setting up your station for the cocktail hour, just as guests start to trickle in. A handful of people start flocking over to your set-up–women in their evening dresses and men looking like stuffy penguins.

After a couple years of working the catering circuit with Taehyung, you both agreed that no matter how little or how much money someone had, folks will never say ‘no’ to an open bar.

************************************

Jin exited his front door and into a waiting town car.

He was dressed in a bespoke Valentino tuxedo and wore a black bowtie. His hair was brushed back but he let a few strands fall loosely over his left eyebrow.

The next stop was at Haejin’s before heading to the venue.

Since he lived half an hour’s drive from the city, he quietly checked emails throughout most of his ride.

As the car exits the highway, he is interrupted by a call from his father. It started off casual and mostly congratulatory about his company’s stock prices until it abruptly veered into a topic that Jin had hoped to skirt.

“Dad, I don’t understand why I need to arrive with her. We’re both going to end up at the same place anyway,” he sighed in exasperation.

He reasoned further, “Besides, we’ll be short on time if we make an extra stop, we’re already close to Haejin’s street.”

“Seokjin-ah, you need to get with the program. You have to get used to being seen out together in public,” his father warned.

“You and mom don’t even go out in public that often,” he contended.

“Seokjin–”

“I didn’t sign anything, dad!” He spat out in a louder tone than he had originally intended.

He then paused to exhale to keep his voice even, keeping in mind that he was speaking to his father.

“I asked for some leeway and you agreed. Now, if I can’t meet that deadline, I swear, I’ll do whatever you want and you won’t hear any more protests from me. But for now, I am respectfully declining your request and I will see her there just as I had originally planned. End of.” He hangs up in a huff.

Jin didn’t understand why Miya and her family were invited to this event. This was his family’s foundation. The Hwangs didn’t even make a donation–they were just invited because they were now affiliated with the Kims.

He was in a sour mood when the driver finally pulled up to Haejin’s building.

He barely acknowledges her when she gets into the car–only responding with a grunt when she greets him, all while he kept his head turned the opposite way.

She figured that there could only be two things that drove him up the wall like this…work or dad. Sometimes, when he was lucky, it was both at the same time.

As soon as she settles in her seat and the car drives to the venue, she tries to break the ice. “So I’ve decided to go commando today,” she casually announced.

He howled and turned his head towards her in horror. “Aaaaahh! Why did you feel the need to disclose that to me?”

She was in absolute stitches. Seconds later, he joins her in laughter–her giggle was like a spring melody to him.

“Sorry, oppa. I just thought that you needed a laugh.”

“Ever heard of a knock-knock joke?”

She chuckled lightly then turned serious. “Dad?”

He groaned and mouth slowly fell into a frown again. “He wanted me to pick up Miya from her place so we could arrive and walk in together.”

She rolled her eyes. “Nothing’s set in stone yet. Why is he being so pushy all of a sudden?”

“Hell if I know. I’m only doing this because mom asked but now he wants to pile on to it.”

She hummed. “The Hwangs are…" she inhaled sharply, "Trying really hard to ingratiate themselves into this family.”

“Not for long. Not if I can help it.” He turned to face his sister.

She raises an eyebrow in curiosity.

“I’ve got something up my sleeve. I just need–” he turns to look out the window again. “Time.”

******

Jin and Haejin pull up to the event right behind their parents’ limousine. Soon after, the door opens from the car that was in front of them and their father steps out and reaches out to help their mother out. That was the Kim siblings’ cue to step out of their car as well for a quick family photo in front of the building.

The mayor arrives shortly after and gets out of her car and onto the red carpet.

There was a small press corps there to cover the event since the mayor and two members of congress were present.

The Kims’ foundation not only made generous nonprofit donations but they supported political figures as well.

After posing for a few photos, Haejin spots the Hwang family arriving.

“Incoming,” she mouthed to her brother.

“Fuck. Cover for me, will you?”

“I’ll try,” she says through clenched teeth while she follows her mother’s lead, greeting Miya and her family.

“Seokjin-ah, where are you going,” his father says, looking puzzled.

“I just spotted a couple of my board members. I can’t just ignore them,” he calls over his shoulder while he briskly walks up the ramp to run for cover indoors.

The patriarch shakes his head then turns to his daughter. “Are you going to be this difficult when it’s your turn?”

“Oh daddy…” she sighed. “I’ll be much, much worse,” she finished with a grin before picking up the train on her dress and turning around to head inside.

******

Jin walks in and immediately is in search of a bar. He spots one closest to the entrance but it is inundated with customers so he looks around and finds the other across the room, closest to the museum entrance and heads there.

He orders a whiskey neat and downs it in one gulp.

He grimaces as the alcohol burns its way down his throat. “Can I get one more, please?”

Just then, Haejin walks towards him with Jungkook not too far behind.

“Jin, take it easy. At least eat something first,” she says as she flags down a server and presents him with a stuffed mushroom.

He stuffs his mouth with it and stops mid-chew, looking at Jungkook. “When did you get here?”

“Uh–I arrived an hour ago. I met with the event staff and said hi to a couple of board members.”

“Huh. Nice work. You didn’t have to get here early but thank you,” Jin says as a server offers him a fried mac-n-cheese ball, which he takes.

“No problem, Jin-hyung,” Jungkook says with a half-smile.

Jungkook and Haejin stand side-by-side awkwardly in front of Jin.

“Why are you guys being weird? Is it the whiskey? I’m stress-drinking,” he explains.

They chuckled nervously while Jin took a bite of the appetizer.

“Oh shit, this is hella good,” he remarked with his mouth full.

“Anyway–Jungkook! Have–uh…you said hi to my parents?” Haejin interjects.

“Uhm, not yet, noona,” he gives her a strange look.

“C’mon, I can take you to them.” She motions him to follow her. “See you later, oppa,” she says while she drags Jungkook away.

Jin shakes his head and flags down another server holding a tray of similarly round, panko-breaded appetizers. “Is that the mac-n-cheese ball?”

“No, sir. It’s fried salmon with a crispy onion crust. Would you like one?”

He considers it for a bit–fish and onions–sitting next to Miya?

“I’ll take two of those, please,” he says.

******

Your section is buzzing with clients but to your surprise, you’re able to hang with the pace. You have worked the diner after a concert and a sporting event at the city on a Saturday night so this is essentially a walk in the park for you.

“Hi, can I get a glass of red wine and a vodka tonic, please.”

You turned your attention to a tall, baritone-voiced man in a smart suit who leaned against the bar.

“Sure, coming right up!”

You grabbed the red and pour it into a goblet and while you did that, you were already taking a tumbler for the vodka tonic.

“You’re really good at that,” he remarked.

“Oh, god. I’m glad you think that. This is my first time bartending, ever,” you admitted after reaching for a lime wedge to put on the rim of the glass.

“Wow! Well–I couldn’t even tell the difference,” he says with a smile that flashed a dimple on his left cheek.

“Thank you,” he says while dropping a $20 bill into the tip jar, after you slid his drink orders his way.

“Have a good night and thank you,” you said with a smile, acknowledging the tip.

He turns around slowly then almost runs into a woman who yelps as she catches one of the drinks before it spills all over her dress.

“Oh my god, Joonie! You have to be careful,” she says softly.

“Sorry, love. I tried slowly backing away. I didn’t see you there,” he said apologetically.

“That’s okay. That’s why I wore black,” she giggled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips while she took her wine from him.

You chuckled as you briefly watched the couple walk away to mingle with the rest of the crowd until your next customer comes up to you with their order.

******

“I’m so glad you guys are here. I need help,” Jin says as he greets Namjoon and Ji-yun.

“Help how?” Ji-yun asks curiously.

“I need a human shield,” he begged.

Namjoon laughs. “Is it uhm–a certain perfumed woman?”

“My dad keeps asking me to take her with me while I talk to people. I can’t do that. It just ruins the flow. She doesn’t know anything about business!”

“What if you just led her towards the answers or maybe–just tell her to…nod and smile,” Ji-yun suggests.

“I just need somebody to distract her so that I don’t have to entertain her. I’m already sitting next to her at dinner. I just want to–delay my death a little bit.”

“Geez, Jin–might as well switch her over to another table,” Namjoon says sarcastically.

“Can I?” he asked seriously.

A moment later, the emcee gets on the microphone to ask all of the guests to promptly take their seats as dinner service is about to begin.

“Okay well–unfortunately for you, we have to take our seats now,” Namjoon says.

“At least you don’t have to parade her around,” Ji-yun adds.

The emcee then proceeds to say that the foundation’s founders will be taking the stage to present a donation to the city’s department of social services.

You serve your last few customers their drinks and tidy up a little. It was quite a busy cocktail hour. You glanced over across the room and saw your partner give you a nod, silently checking on you. You held a thumbs up to him, letting him know that you survived.

Jin moves through the crowd and finds his family’s table, right in front of the stage.

“Hi, Seokjin,” Miya says, as she brushes past him.

“Hi, Miya. After you,” he gives her a tight smile as he pulls her chair out before she settles on it.

He takes the seat next to hers and turns his attention to the podium.

She leans in closer to his ear. “Would you like to share a limo back to my place later?”

He sighs in exasperation. “I was kind of looking forward to a quiet night in,” he says.

“We don’t have to make a lot of noise,” she says in a low, devilish tone.

It made him turn to look at her briefly and grimaced, then turned to his sister, who was sitting next to him, and widened his eyes–a silent cry for help. She just sat there trying to stifle a giggle.

In the back of the room, you continued to watch the emcee deliver their opening remarks, thanking all of the sponsors, benefactors, and acknowledging the political figures who were present.

He then yields the floor to the mayor, who proceeds with her own remarks and prepared speech.

You learned that the Moonstone Foundation benefits many public programs but it mostly helps women and children in vulnerable situations. You were vaguely familiar with the foundation. When you were a freshman in college, they offered several scholarships to low-income students. You were one of the lucky ones to be awarded one for the duration of your degree, until you had to drop out many years ago.

“And now, it is my great honor to give our deepest gratitude to one of our city’s stalwart families who is also one of our biggest supporters of working families here. Without further ado, we would like to present the Key to the City to Kim Daesung and his family.”

A round of applause erupts along with a standing ovation from the room as the family make their way to the stage.

Jin stands to take Haejin’s hand to help her up while his father walks up with his mother.

You clap along from where you stood watching the family make their way, silently thanking them for granting you some financial aid during your days at university.

The mayor presents the symbolic key to the older gentleman who stands proudly next to her as the cameras flashed. He then beckons his family to stand closer for additional photos.

While everyone had their attention at the stage, you dug your phone out of your pocket to check for any messages. You open a text message from Taehyung and smile to find out that it’s a photo of himself hanging out with Tannie and your dad. You responded with a ‘stay out of trouble’ message and finished with a heart emoji.

Jin rushes off-stage for a moment as an assistant hands him a giant check to be presented to the city as another Kim family donation.

By the time you pocketed your phone, you looked up to see that everyone had taken their seats. While the Kim family remained onstage, its patriarch delivered a brief speech and introduced his wife and his daughter in the process.

“And finally, as a symbol of our continued support for the city and its efforts to help working families and women and children, our family is donating $1.5 million dollars to the city’s department of social services. Here to present the check is my son, Kim Seokjin.”

Your jaw drops and your mouth goes dry in an instant at the sight of the person who comes onstage, holding one of those blown-up printed, cardboard checks.

“What the–” Before you finish that thought, the catering manager calls your attention and says that they’re short one server and since they remember you from their last event, thought to ask you to help out.

“Uh–s-sure,” you said, still trying to get a hold of your bearings after seeing Jin up on that stage.

So this was the boring family gathering that he was talking about?

******

After the presentation, Jin and his family return to their seats as dinner service is about to begin.

He quickly excuses himself to head to the men’s room. As he passes the columns to head to the bathrooms inside, he does a double-take and thinks that he sees you at the far corner of the venue walking towards the service entrance.

However, he only sees a profile so he shakes it off and thinks that there was no way you would be at this event or else you would have mentioned it.

Then again–why would you mention it to him? He didn’t give you any specific details about tonight’s gala.

When he returns from the men’s room to take his seat, salads are about to be served table-side.

You see him take his seat, his back facing you. You approach the table slowly, hoping to serve the sister first then work your way around the table counterclockwise so that you can avoid him but your partner gets to her first so you have no choice but to serve him first.

The table is making some animated conversation. Somehow, Jin forgets that Miya is there because Haejin, Jungkook, Namjoon, and Ji-yun are there to keep the conversation lively.

It was a relief that Namjoon’s parents postponed their trip abroad–otherwise, Miya’s parents would have sat at the same table. Her father would not have missed the opportunity to monopolize Jin’s dad’s attention.

They were seated a couple of tables down. The mayor was supposed to sit at this table with them but Jin’s father made a last-minute request to switch her over to the next table to put Miya there instead.

At least 90% of his table was still family, he thought…and that was better than anything else. Although, he suddenly wondered, what if he had invited you? It would certainly make the rest of this night more bearable.

He made a mental note to check in after dinner service to find out if you needed a ride home. He’d be dead-tired but at least he’d crawl into bed after sharing a few laughs with you.

“Your salad, sir,” you said while your hand hovered next to him.

All of those shots that he took before dinner must be causing him to hallucinate because he could have sworn that he heard your voice–but it couldn’t be. You were at the diner!

He tilted his body slightly to make room for the salad dish being set down in front of him when he looked up to acknowledge the server. “Thank–”

“You…” he choked out, as the color drained from his face.

You gave him a curt nod and moved on to serve the lady next to him.

You smiled and acknowledged your accident-prone red-wine-vodka-tonic customer from earlier as you served his salad, his partner’s, and the older woman next to them.

After you empty your tray, you try to walk calmly (even though you were anything but) to the back room, to grab another set of plates.

As you pass behind the columns, under the shadows, tray-in-hand, you hear someone call out behind you. You barely registered that it was your name that was being called out.

“YN, wait!”

You turned your head around without stopping to see Jin jogging after you. Your heart raced as you tried to widen the distance between you and him…but damn your short legs, you cursed inwardly.

“YN, please!”

The other server looks behind you in confusion and you just nod along telling them that you’d catch up. You blew out a breath and turned to face him.

“I’m sorry, sir. I have to get back to work,” you said as politely as you could.

“YN, please. I–let me explain…”

“Explain what? That while you hang around diners late at night, you also occasionally hand out giant million-dollar checks to the city?”

“I mean…it’s not like that. It’s not my money, per se–”

“So your father’s money? Which is technically your money?”

He sighs heavily. “I’m sorry that this comes as a shock to you. I just…hope you understand why I didn’t tell you–”

“Oh no, I completely understand. You’re a rich guy who seems to like mingling with common people–I dunno…maybe so you can be in touch with reality? Is that what it is? Trying to keep yourself down-to-earth?”

“YN, that’s not why I’m friends with you–”

“Jin, I thought that this friendship was based on honesty?”

He opens his mouth tentatively to argue but decides against it. “Y-yes and believe me–I was being honest with you.”

“But you left this part out? What else have you lied about?,” you asked him point blank.

“I just…” he sighs, trying to collect his thoughts.

He was taking way too long to respond.

“You know what? Save it. I have to get back to work before I get caught unnecessarily mingling with guests. I’m doing this as a favor for a friend so–” You shook your head before finishing your thought and walked away just in time to flick an errant tear from your eye.

For the rest of your shift, you did your best to avoid his table. You managed to trade places with another server whose section was situated in the back of the dining area, far away from Jin.

At the end of the night, you collected your base pay from the bar. Taehyung requested to be paid in cash so the catering manager had already pre-arranged that and handed it to you in an envelope. They also gave you a little extra gratuity since they had asked you to help out with dinner service.

One of the kitchen staff handed you a couple of boxes of leftovers which you were extremely grateful for. At least your dad will have a good lunch and Tae will have some fancy desserts to snack on as well.

Jin wandered around the back of the museum under the guise of thanking the service and event staff. He searched for you, hoping to get another chance at a conversation with you to explain himself.

He pulls his phone out to call you when he is stopped by something that catches his eye behind some columns across the atrium. It was his sister, having a private conversation with none other than his trusted COO. He sees her stroke his cheek with her hand…then he catches it and places a lingering kiss on the inside of her wrist, making her smile.

He made a mental note to address that later. For now, he was focused on trying to find you.

Little did he know, you had already carefully slipped out the back, out of sight. With a huff, you decided to switch your phone off as it buzzed incessantly while you drove home.

************************************

It’s been a few days and you haven’t seen or talked to Jin since Saturday. He tried calling you Sunday to check if you still wanted to go to lunch but you texted him back with a simple ‘no’ and ignored the rest of his attempts to contact you.

“So…you’re saying he’s like a prince?”

Yoongi made a face at him. “No, idiot!”

“Right, but he’s filthy rich–like a prince,” Jimin says.

Yoongi scoffs then decides to ignore him. “Did you guys talk?”

“Not really. I was working. He tried but–I don’t know. I think I was in shock so…I just avoided him and left after my shift ended.”

“In shock because he had more money than he led you to believe?” Yoongi asked.

“N-no. I think I was mad because he lied to me about it.”

“Honestly, YN–’I make 7 figures a year and I’m worth 10’ is not really a normal conversational opener,” Jimin says.

“Fair…but–he could have at least mentioned it. We’ve had some pretty deep conversations already…and it’s not like I would judge him for being rich–I mean, shit, look at me…”

“Why didn’t you just Google him, YN?”

You give him a deadpan look. “Jimin, do you Google all of your friends?”

“Hmm…sometimes…” he says quietly.

“I don’t know. Maybe he has a valid reason for keeping it from you.” Leave it to Yoongi to find diplomacy and logic in every situation.

“I mean…fuck…I made all of those ‘financial struggle’ comments when we talked. Now I just feel really embarrassed. Was that why he didn’t tell me? D-does some part of him assume that I’d ask him to help me out or something,” you asked incredulously.

Yoongi and Jimin were silent, both contemplating why your new friend kept his social status from you. You weren’t sure if there was an answer for it.

You blew out a shallow breath. “Truth be told–I would not accept a dime from him even if he walked through that door, right this second,” you pointed to the entrance, “With a bag of gold.”

You then proceeded to organize the order slips pinned by the window.

Jimin made a face and lowered his voice. “Welp…I don’t see a bag of gold but he sure is coming this way right this second.”

You turn around thinking that Jimin was messing with you again but instead, you see Jin enter the diner. Speak of the devil…

You stayed rooted to your position behind the counter–slightly disappointed that there were a couple of vacant seats in front of you.

Jin stood by the doorway, unsure at first, then slowly walked up to the counter.

“YN, take care of the customer,” Yoongi says pointedly at Jin. “Jimin-ah, Tables 6 and 10’s orders are ready,” Yoongi mumbles.

“Got it,” Jimin quickly claims the dishes that were meant for your section. As he passes you, he whispers, “Don’t worry, the tips are still yours.”

“That’s the least of my worries right this second, Park Jimin,” you mutter quickly under your breath before Jin gets too close within earshot.

He sits on one of the unoccupied seats right in front of you and starts to fidget.

“Hi, what can I get for you,” you asked blandly, without meeting his eyes.

“H-hey, YN. I wondered if we could talk for a bit,” he asks quietly.

You paused to take in a breath. When you released it, you did your best to keep your voice calm and steady. “We already did that the other night. What else is there to talk about?”

“I just wanted to explain myself. And you haven’t been answering my calls.”

“With good reason.”

“Please,” he begged.

“YN, time for your break,” Yoongi calls out.

“I’m fine, Yoongi, I’ll take it later–”

“You’ll take it now before I get written up by the Labor Department for not granting my employees a proper break. I’m not running a sweatshop here.”

Just as you turned back to argue, he had withdrawn to the back of the kitchen again.

You turned to look at Jin, waiting expectantly–trying to keep his face neutral.

******

You told Jin you’d meet him in a minute after you grabbed your parka from the staff break room. You stood in silence for a few minutes out by the parking lot on the side of the diner. It was an uncharacteristically chilly night for this time of year.

You blew out a long, cold breath in exasperation. “Listen–I don’t have all the time in the world–”

“I’m sorry for keeping things from you.”

You stared at him for a few seconds. “You lied to me.”

He sighed heavily. “I didn’t, exactly. It just–it never came up.”

“It was still a lie by omission, Jin. Did you think that lowly of me? That I wouldn’t understand?”

“No, no,” he said adamantly. “YN–My life is…just a little complicated–”

“And you think that mine is simple?” Your voice rose slightly. “You seemed really keen on pursuing this friendship. And for a while back there, I thought that we were being honest with each other. Now I just feel betrayed.”

You folded your arms across your chest–already starting to put that wall up again.

“It’s like I didn’t even know you to begin with.”

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “My name is Kim Seokjin. I am the son of Kim Daesung, chairman and CEO of KimCorp. I own my own company, Moon Industries and we just went public two weeks ago with an IPO. My mom’s name is Myungjoo and she is the sweetest person I know. She also makes the best miyeokguk in the world and I'll fight anybody who says differently. Lastly, I also have a younger sister, named Haejin–I mentioned her to you before. I love her very much. She could be such a pain but I would do anything and everything for her if she asked.”

You eyed him carefully, letting all of this information sink in. You gently shook your head. “Why did you feel like you had to keep all of this from me?”

“I’m sorry, YN. That was not my intention,” he said sincerely.

“But why? You didn’t think I’d be able to handle you being ridiculously rich...just because I’m poor?" It sucked to say it out loud but--it was a fact.

“No...God, no–" he said that last bit forcefully. "It’s not like that–I…just think that money complicates a lot of things. I don’t know how to explain it–”

“Try,” you challenged him.

He sighed once more, rubbing his neck. He gathered his thoughts.

“When you first started talking to me–it caught me off-guard. I was kind of set on just being this sad sack for a while. Then you cracked this joke and I thought–maybe it doesn’t have to be this way. I didn’t know you, you didn’t seem to know who I was–I thought, what if I just wasn’t ‘me’ for a bit?”

“That doesn’t sound confusing at all.”

Fearing that he was losing you, he blurted, “I was unhappy, YN.”

He rubbed his face with his hands, pausing to collect his thoughts before he continued. “Being me has its perks but it also has some pitfalls. It’s why I keep my circle small–because it’s hard for me to trust people.”

Your face softened.

“You don’t know how many bullshitters I talk to day in and out. I can always tell…”

“Are you bullshitting me now,” you asked him pointedly.

“Not at all, I swear! Every conversation that we had? That was all me. The only thing that I left out was…” he shrugged nervously, “My net worth.”

You look at him skeptically.

“Look, I don’t want to lose you as a friend, YN. ”

“Why? You just said that you wanted to keep your circle small. Why would you want to be friends with me?”

“Because you keep things real. And I’m not saying this to patronize you. There are only a handful of people who level with me–and you’re one of them. You accept me for me–no ulterior motives, whatsoever.”

“And what makes you think that I won’t change my perspective now? That I won’t try to take advantage of you?”

He shook his head. “Believe it or not, YN–even though we’ve only known each other for a short amount of time, you don’t strike me as that type of person. You actually care about your relationships–unconditionally.”

You took a deep breath. Admittedly, you liked having him in your life. You were crushed to learn that he lied to you–but now that he seems to have come clean, all you saw was him. The regular guy who made dad-jokes and went fishing on the weekends; who didn’t mind dining out at hole-in-the-wall restaurants but most of all, loved having deep conversations late at night and into the wee hours of the morning.

“Well, I’m not here to serve as your reality check or whatever.”

“Trust me, I get enough of that from Namjoon and Haejin. I just…I really value our friendship…however brief it’s been. I promise you–no more ‘cloak and dagger,” he says.

That made you chuckle.

“And honestly? I just can’t stay away," he confesses.

To your surprise, your heart did a little flutter as you stared at each other silently for a few seconds.

“Then don’t.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Laisse tomber les filles 6

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon (not explicitly tagged for a surprise but nothing extreme).

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: We’re in the lion’s den now, thots.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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You lost yourself in your notes for your History of Print class. The subject was dull, not true history, more so the anatomy of the press and the amount of prints issued from year to year. It was much unlike the description for the course but it was too late to change now.

You bent over the coffee table as you scribbled in a notebook. You were distracted enough by your effort to understand the significance of all the numbers that you didn’t think much on the noise of dishes in the kitchen. You sat up and yawned as you rubbed your forehead.

“Hope you’re hungry,” Lee intoned and you winced as you noticed his figure in the doorway.

“Hm, what time is it?” you went to check your watch but realised you’d forgotten it.

“Just after five, honey,” he said, “you been working hard.”

“Oh,” you closed your notebook around your ballpoint pen and stood, “is dinner ready then?”

“It is,” he smiled and raised his arm over his head to lean on the wood, “I even made us a special dessert.”

“Really, um, thank you,” you neared and he shifted sideways to let you through, his elbow still planted on the frame.

You brushed against him as you entered the dining room, the table set for two and the light overhead turned low as a candle burned below. You went to a chair and Lee pulled it out before you could. You sat and looked over the red cloth and shining utensils anxiously. The roasted chicken steamed next to the French cut beans and seasoned potatoes.

“It smells good,” you offered as he sat across from you.

“I hope it is,” he said, “found an old recipe book in the attic and… not as easy as it looks.”

You picked up your fork and knife and cut into the chicken breast. It was juicy despite his doubts and you popped in a chunk of potato as you kept your mouth busy. You didn’t have much to say and you really just wanted to go. It was peaceful enough not studying in your loud dormitory but not much easier given your company.

“You like it?” he asked as he swallowed a mouthful.

“Mmm, very good,” you said behind your napkin, “thank you.”

📚

You finished up the sugary cake topped with strawberries. You stood carefully as you gathered up the dish and fork but Lee was quick. Despite his size, he was around the side of the table in an instant.

“I got it,” he insisted.

You let him take the saucer and he retrieved his own on his way to the kitchen. You stood tenuously by the table and pulled your lip down with your teeth as you thought. Would it be too soon to ask to go home?

You stood in a trance as his shadow blurred in your vision again and you were only shaken as he approached you. He touched your shoulder, his thumb rubbing the blouse as he gazed down at you. You looked up at him for a second then swiftly away.

“Y’alright, honey?” he asked.

“Just thinking,” you said, “sorry.”

“Don’t needa be,” his hand slipped down your arm and covered yours.

You winced as he led you around the table and sat blindly in his chair. You gawked at him dumbly as he brought the back of your hand to his mouth and kissed it. He kept you in a vice even as you tried to pull away.

“That was sweet cake but not as sweet as you,” he purred.

“It’s late,” you said weakly, “I should pack up my stuff--”

“It’s Saturday,” he tugged on you, “why you in such a hurry?”

“I’m not, I just… don’t want to impose,” you murmured.

“Nah, you ain’t,” he grinned as he grabbed your other hand, “come here.”

“I dont’... what are you--” you gasped as his hands went to your hips and he pulled you closer as he pushed the chair back, “sir, I--”

“Lee, but sir if you must,” he hummed as he guided you closer, his knee pressing between yours, “just sit with me, honey.”

He urged you down and you caught yourself on his shoulders. You straddled his leg awkwardly as you collapsed onto him and found your skirt riding up around his thick thigh. You gasped softly as he framed your chin with his hand but kept his other firmly on your hip.

“S--Lee,” you sputtered, “please…”

“What, I just wanna be close to ya, talk a little,” he said, “this really is nice on ya.”

He played with the little belt loop on the skirt. Your weight rested heavily on your crotch and a peculiar pressure built as you kept your toes on the floor. You tried to ease off of him as much as you could.

“So you readin’ a new book for this club?” he asked as he dragged his fingertips down your cheek and stared at your lips.

“Well, um… can I please get up?” you asked.

“I asked you a question, honey,” his voice hardened, “you might be a quiet one but I do expect some courtesy.”

“I… just a book called The Bell… Jar,” you began, “it’s different, sad, grim.”

You felt awkward, sat on his thigh like you would a horse, and his eyes following the movement of your lips. His tongue poked out as he nodded and his fingertips poked against the skirt. His other hand crept along the top of your blouse and fluttered behind your neck.

“You like sad stories?” he asked.

“They feel real,” you said as he urged you forward and your neck ached as you tried to resist his strength, “but I like other… ones. L--”

He forced you against him, your hands crushed to his chest as he growled along your lips. He nibbled and moved your pelvis back then guided it back forward. The friction along your panties made you squirm and he flicked his tongue along your lips.

You tried to shake your head but he kept your head still and prodded more urgently. He rocked your hips again and you mumbled into his mouth as you opened yours. His tongue dove inside without hesitation and you dug your nails into his button-up. As your crotch rubbed against his thigh, you felt a flurry in your core unlike anything you’d ever felt.

You pushed your hands up to his shoulders and he hugged you closer. His palm slid across your ass and he stretched his fingers along the plaid fabric. He kneaded you hungrily as he tilted your hips more fervently. Tendrils trickled down your thighs and crawled up your spine.

You moaned around his tongue as you quivered in his grasp. His strength was inescapable and something about the tickle inside you made it even more difficult. He grabbed your chin again and forced your mouth away from his. He gripped you tightly and made you look at him, his blue eyes fiery but dark.

You closed your eyes and groaned. You bit your lip as you tried to resist the building heat and squeezed his thighs between yours. You slapped his shoulder as your stomach pressed to his and he turned his hand to poke a finger in your mouth.

“Look at me, honey,” he rasped.

You shook your head, or tried to, and he pressed down on your tongue.

“Look at me,” he snarled and your lashes snapped open, “that’s it. This isn’t so bad, is it?”

Your lips closed around his finger as you teared up in a panic. Why did you feel like this? Your mind said you didn’t want it and yet your body felt electric. You were confused and horrified by your own flesh.

“Is it, huh?” he cooed, “look at you, riding me like that… I thought you was sweet, girl.”

You panted and sucked on his finger without thinking as your eyes rolled back. He hummed and moved you fast, pushing down so even more pressure settled between your legs. You latched onto his collar and bit down on his finger. He grunted but kept it there.

“Come on, honey,” he said, “you’re almost there.”

You whined and your legs quaked as you were overcome by waves of heat and then a flood of icy waves. You grabbed his wrist and tore his hand from your mouth as you cried out and threw your head back. You rode him on your own will, chasing the high until it faded.

You stilled at last and covered your face. You shook your head and muttered in shame. He lightly took your wrists and drew your hands down. You couldn’t look at him as you felt the wetness in your underwear.

“Why you hidin’?” he asked in a smoky voice.

“What did you--”

“Did it hurt, honey?” he interjected, “did I hurt you?”

“N… no,” you admitted, “but I don’t know… that’s never… happened to me before.”

“You mean, you never… came before?”

“Came?” you squinted.

“Orgasmed,” his lips twitched, “you never even tried to touch yourself?”

“Please, I don’t wanna say,” you gulped.

“You don’t gotta be ashamed, not with me,” he ran his hand up and down your back, “it was nice, right?”

You dropped your chin and nodded. Your lip trembled but you held back the tears. You were humiliated and helpless.

“Can I get up, please?” you asked.

He inhaled and rubbed your arms, “sure, honey, you go on get up… and get cleaned up.”

You stood unsteadily and reached back to hold yourself up against the table. He chuckled and looked down at his slacks. There was a wet smear along his grey pants but more overtly, his crotch was tented as his arousal pressed against the fabric.

“Look at the mess you made,” he touched the spot with his fingers.

“You made me--”

“You let me, honey,” he said as he stood and adjusted his belt, “you want it. We both heard you.”

“I…” you breathed, “but…”

“You hardly tried to get up,” he rebuked, “I’ma show you so much, honey pie, you just gotta relax.”

You stared at him but when his eyes held yours for too long, you had to look away. You squirmed and fixed your skirt.

“May I use your bathroom?” you said.

“Best you do,” he pointed through the front room, “just under the stairs.”

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parkersroses · 3 years

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stupid boy. | harry styles.

summary: Harry comes to his senses and realises it's been you all this time. a continuation of stupid girl.

wc: 4.1k

warning(s): minor angst and some fluff!

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Harry finds himself staring down at his black coffee, watching it swirl as he stirs his spoon around. The spoon makes clinking sounds as it moves against the rim of the cup and he hears it scraping against the bottom of it.

It’s generally calm in the coffee shop he’s in. The baristas are bustling around behind the counter and sounds of the coffee machines being used are elicited. He hears the sound of the register as the customers pay and the cashier thanking them, proceeding to greet the next customer. People are sat in their own spaces, minding their own things like gossip or struggling to finish up an assignment.

Harry sat in a booth next to the glass window of the shop. He finds himself not paying that much attention to the world around him, instead just staring out through the window he sits next to. His mind is a blur and he sort of forgets why he was out in the first place.

He gently sips on his hot black coffee. The warm bitter taste sitting on his taste buds. You once told him what a monster he was when he told you it’s the only way to drink coffee. You disagree because you couldn’t handle the taste, opting for steamed milk in your coffee. He smiles at the memory of the little things you both would disagree on.

He hasn’t seen you or spoken to you in a while. In fact, he doesn’t know if he should. He doesn’t know if you would want to see him or talk to him. He wonders what are you doing at the moment.

He’s been thinking about everything that has happened between the two of you since that night. How he believes it may have been his fault that the friendship is possibly ruined.

What is he supposed to say anyway? What should he say? He’s never realised how his own best friend was in love with him. He realises now of how stupid and selfish he was to not even consider her feelings when he first suggested they would start fake dating.

He convinces himself that he is still hopelessly in love with Amber. Well, at least he thinks he is. He’s not even sure of his own feelings anymore.

At first, he was so sure about his feelings for Amber. He thought of the plan going so well, convincing everyone including her that you both are in love, that maybe some jealousy might spark from her and tell him ‘Hey, I still love you too.’ Then, that night happened and everything about winning Amber back went out of the window.

He thinks about you a lot and sometimes wonders if you do the same. And he misses you. He really misses you.

He misses the way you tease him for even the smallest things. He misses talking to you about writing music because you are usually his confidant who always motivated him to write what he likes. He misses your laughter and how you throw your head back like a little kid, how you’d even apologise for having an ugly laugh when he always thought it was adorable.

Yeah, he misses you a lot. He asks himself whether she feels the same. Whether she too is somehow feeling alone, not knowing if the other wants anything to do with you or even speak to you at all. He hopes that you don’t think it’s all your fault.

After all, he was the selfish, blind and stupid one.

“Harry,” a soft-spoken voice pulls him out of his thoughts. He looks up and smiles at the person he’s been meaning to talk to. Maybe she could somehow help him figure out his feelings.

“Amber, hi.” He stands from his seat, giving her a small hug. He gestures to her the seat in front of him and she gladly sits. It doesn’t seem as awkward as he expected.

“Quite surprised you wanted to meet, actually,” she confesses to him, chuckling a bit. He rubs the back of his head in a nervous manner. A waiter comes by to take her order and she politely asks for a latte.

Funny, you like lattes. No wonder you got along with her, he guesses.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for calling you out of the blue like this,” he apologises. She waves her hand in front of him, telling him it’s all good. “It’s fine. It’s great seeing you again,” she tells him.

“So, how’ve you been since I last saw you?” He enquires.

“Oh, I’ve been alright. Work has been good. Nothing major goes on, unlike you, superstar,” she jokes and they both laugh at this. “That’s great to hear. I’m really happy for you.” She smiles to thank him and the waiter comes back again with her drink.

He is itching to ask her this and hopes it doesn’t come out as too forward or invasive. “Um, what about your friend? The one you brought with you the other week we met?” He asks, his head is slightly tilted down as if he’s scared to make eye contact with her after that question.

“Oh, yeah! He’s great! He really enjoyed meeting you guys, by the way!” Her face lights up when she talks about him and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry. “Never asked this then, but how did you guys meet?” He curiously asks.

Her face blushes at this. “Um, we met at work actually. Met him on my first day and taught me some things here and there about the place. We have become quite close since then.” She tells him, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “We, uh, have been on a couple dates. So yeah, that’s something that’s been going on.”

Naturally, Harry would ultimately feel jealous that the girl he still loves has her eye and heart on another man. But it doesn’t feel that way. He didn’t feel jealousy running through his veins at this. He didn’t feel sadness at the fact that she’s probably moved on.

“That’s great, Am. M’happy for you,” he tells her. And he genuinely means it now.

She thanks him and sips on her drink. “What about you and Y/N? How’s the love life going on with you two?” She teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him. He lets out a sad laugh at this. “Yeah, um. Not that great at the moment.”

“Oh?” She frowns at this.

“We, um, I guess we sort of broke up.” He says unsurely.

“You guess?”

He sighs. “We had an argument over something. We both got upset. Haven’t seen or even talked to her for a while now.”

His gaze is averted down at the table where his black coffee is at. It seems that even talking about brings feelings of guilt filling up his body.

“I’m sorry about that, Harry.” Amber looks at him, seeing how small and sad he looks. It’s clear for her to see how he regrets the argument.

“I just don’t know what to say to make things better. Feel like I might say something wrong again.” He sighs, feeling frustrated with himself.

Amber thinks for a moment on how to help him. “Well, what do you feel right now?”

Harry’s eyebrows furrow for a second. “I’m upset. Upset that I haven’t spoken to her. Upset that I don’t know what she’s feeling right now or how she's doing. Upset that everything is my fault. I don’t know how to help or fix us.” He breathes out.

“And you haven’t reached out to her yet?”

He shakes his head, almost feeling ashamed that he hasn’t. “No. Don’t know what I’d say if she would listen to me.”

Frustration is building up and his emotions are going haywire. He’s mad at how he’s ruined things with his best friend and how his own selfishness was the root of it.

Amber is quiet for a moment. She feels sad for him that he’s feeling this way. She thinks of how much he really cares for you, loves you even. And that he’ll do anything to fix whatever that’s left between you two. But one thing she knows about Harry is that he doesn’t give up easily on the people he really loves.

“Well, do you love her?” She asks. Harry lifts his head up so fast at the question.

“What?”

“Harry, do you love her?”

Harry has to pause and think. Of course, he loves you. You’re his best friend, his confidant for nearly everything he does.

He loves you even though you drink your tea with milk sometimes. He loves you even when you buy books despite not yet finishing the ones you have on your shelf. He loves you even when you sometimes put him before you for everything.

He loves your laughter. He loves holding your hand because of how warm and comforting it is. He loves holding you because you tend to hold him tighter, especially when he’s had a bad day and confided in you when he and Amber broke up. He loves calling you cute pet names because he enjoys seeing your cheeks heat up in embarrassment but he does it anyway as it just seems so natural to do it. And you’re beautiful. So, so beautiful.

He thinks about the way you are and how you’ve always been the one person that always supported him. He loves you in many ways he could possibly think of. And it’s just like that, he realises he was never still in love with Amber. Even during the times where he’d want her to look at you two when you fake-dated. Even after that night, he always thought of you and never once tried to plan to pursue Amber. He never cared about that anymore. All he thought about is you. You. You. You.

He always wanted to see you, smiling and laughing. He always so naturally called you ‘baby’ and ‘love’.

He had you all this time.

He’s in love with you.

He gasps as he realises this. Amber is still staring at him, waiting for his answer. “I do,” he finally speaks. And she smiles at his answer.

“I do love her.” He says it confidently and surely.

She nods, and it’s written all over his face that he’s in love with her. “Then, you should tell her that. Swallow up your pride. Apologise. Chase after her.”

Harry swallows the lump in his throat. She grabs his hand from across the table. He used to think that sparks would fly when he’s with her. But he doesn’t feel like that with her anymore. He just wants you and only you. That is, if you’ll have him.

“Harry,” she starts. “I know she loves you too. She’ll forgive you if you talk it out.” And he believes it.

Without a moment to waste, he gets up from his table. He apologises profusely but thanks her and tells her he’ll pay for the drinks, in which she tells him not to worry so much.

As he rushes out the door, Amber watches him and smiles to herself. She hopes for the best for the two of you. Even from the look on his face, she knew.

It’s always been you.

—

Knocks on your door pull you out from your thoughts. The last couple of days had your emotions going on a rollercoaster ride. You figured it was easier to just sit and journal anything and everything your mind has to say.

To your knowledge, you weren’t really expecting anyone. Unless, it’s a package of something you might have impulsively purchased the other day to cope with your loneliness and sadness.

You often wonder whether you have ruined your friendship with Harry. You miss him, you always do. You still love him even though he can be clueless at times. But you guess that’s what makes Harry, Harry.

You wonder whether he feels the same.

You’ve been plucking up the courage to call him and ask how he's been doing, failing miserably at the thought that he might not want to talk about it. God, you really need to come through if he’s not going to, you think.

You wait for a moment to see if the knocks would continue, and they don't at first. You shrug at yourself and focus back on the journal entry you’re writing on before a couple more knocks come in.

You sigh, throwing your head back as your moment of peace is ruined. You stand and make your way to the door, not bothering to clean yourself up, though you thought you look pretty decent. Dark sweatpants and a slightly oversized graphic tee.

Yeah, not bad for someone who’s been moping about her best friend who she’s in love with and possibly ruined it.

The person is still knocking on your door and you’re getting slightly irritated. You unlock the door and open it, ready to tell the person off when you stop before the words could come out.

“Harry?”

He stands there, dressed in a vintage tee and a pair of jeans. The shirt looks a bit small on him which makes it hug his chest and biceps. His tattoos are on display as they’re scattered all over his skin. You still think he looks good and attractive. Why the hell are you so whipped for this man?

He has a bag in his hands and you notice it’s food from the Mexican restaurant you love going to together. He even has a small bouquet of your favourite flowers. His face has a small yet nervous smile etched on it. If you weren’t having such a tough exterior put up, you think you might’ve cried. Not yet, though.

“Hi,” he says. And you realise how much you miss hearing his voice in person.

“Hey.” You stare at him for a moment before realising he was probably waiting to come in.

“Please! Come in!” You politely usher him in as you open your door wider for him. He thanks you as he walks in, not forgetting to talk off his shoes by the door, arranging them neatly next to your shoes like he always does.

He looks around your place, fidgeting on his feet like it’s the first time he’s been in here. You clear your throat to catch his attention. “Um, I brought food.” He lifts the bag in front of you and you chuckle. “I can see that,” you tell him as you take the bag from his hands. Harry follows behind you as you go to set the bag on your kitchen counter.

You turn around to look around to look at him, your eyes falling on the flowers he has. “Oh, uh, for you.” He thrusts them into your hand and you smile at the gesture. “Thanks,” you say softly as you breathe in the floral scent. You turn to your kitchen to find an empty vase to put the flowers in.

He scratches the back of his head in a nervous manner. “Um, I’m sorry for just showing up like this. I just wanted to see you. And I thought we could have some lunch together so I brought food too.”

You nod at his words. He’s still fidgeting in his place, looking nervous and almost shaking. “Harry, just relax. It’s just me,” you comfort him as you lay a hand on his arm gently. He nods and lets out a breath. “Sorry, um, I was nervous that you might not want to see me again.”

You frown at this. “Harry, I’ll always want to see you,” you tell him. “Yeah, I just thought, after that night, I might’ve ruined things between us,” he breathes out.

The corner of your lips lift up slightly at the man in front of you. Your eyes avert to the floor beneath. “If it’s anything, I thought I might’ve ruined things between us.” He frowns at this.

“Hey.” He’s itching to grab your hand, wanting to feel the warmth of your touch, but he doesn’t want to scare you off. “You definitely didn’t do anything other than being honest. I promise.”

You sigh at him. “Harry, we don’t have to talk about it. We can just pretend everything is fine.”

“No!”

His sudden tone takes you by surprise and you raise an eyebrow. He almost cowers back after realising this. “I’m sorry. Shouldn't have yelled like that.” He takes in a breath. “I just feel like I should say something. I mean, I've been thinking a lot about what I was going to say when I came over, so,” he trails off, looking at you still. He takes a moment to realise how pretty and beautiful you are. He doesn’t know why it took him so long to realise how in love he is with her.

“Okay.” You tell him and you almost get deja vu from the time you agree to fake-date him.

He lets out a big breath. “Okay, uh,” he exhales. “I just want to say I’m sorry first. For not really considering how you might feel when we did what we did. I should’ve made sure you were actually okay with it. I wish I knew how you actually felt about it.”

“Harry, you couldn’t have known how I felt because I never told you anything,” you tell him. “And, it’s fine. Really. I agreed to it, anyway.”

Harry nods, but his lips are in a straight line. He expects you to tell him how upset you were, but you don’t. You’re selfless enough to put his own feelings before yours when you agree to his plan. He kicks himself internally because of it.

You sense that he’s having a battle in his mind over this, so you take his hand in yours in hopes to somewhat ease what he’s feeling. He’s shocked to say the least when you do this but he instantly tightens his grip. And God, he misses holding your hand.

You clear your throat a bit. “Um, that was the first thing you wanted to say. What is the second?” You softly question him.

“Um,” he pauses. He’s looking at you and he can’t stop looking at you. He thinks carefully on his next words, not wanting to lose you if he says what he wants to.

“I’m in love with you,” he finally blurts out. He feels a slight relief in his chest after saying that.

But it’s almost like the world froze and it has become eerily quiet as he waits for your reaction. He’s starting to think that he broke you because you're staring at him in shock. He’s starting to sweat a bit because you haven't said a word.

He opens his mouth to say something, but your free hand goes up to touch his face.

“Wha-,” He’s confused as you pat around his face, concern and slight shock still etched on your face. “I’m making sure you’re not sick or burning up,” you say to him.

“What? I’m not sick!” He grabs her hand, making her pause her actions.

“Well, you’re sweating!”

“Because I’m nervous around you and you haven’t said anything!”

“You just said you’re in love with me! Sorry if I am shocked that the man I’m in love with just confessed his love to me and that I think he’s joking!” you whine at your defense.

Harry pauses for a moment before chuckling at her. He doesn’t realise how much he misses the playful banter you both have. “You silly, stupid girl,” he says, holding both of your hands. “I’m not joking. I am really, truly, stupidly, in love with you, lovie.”

There he goes, calling you pet names that might make you melt.

“You are?” You ask softly, almost not believing the words that are coming out of his mouth.

“I am.”

“You’re not just saying this, right? I’m serious, you’re playing around with me, I will-”

“I’m serious!” He throws his hand up in defense. “I promise. I, uh, thought long and hard about it. Realised how much I missed you and how I hated being away from you. Realised how much I love and care about you more than I should and I wish I realised what I felt sooner. Every day and night since the last time we saw each other, all I could think about is you and how you were feeling. Been thinking about what I wanted to say or how I wanted to apologise. And there was never a second where you weren’t constantly on my mind."

You smile at his long confession and stifle a small laugh. “You really are something else, Styles.” You tell him. “Hated being away from you too. I felt the same way, wondering how or where you’ve been. Wondering if I still had my best friend and if he still wanted me around.”

“You know I’ll always want you around.” He tells you.

“Well, I hate you for taking so long to tell me that.” You grin at him sarcastically.

“No, you don’t. You love me,” he teases you. You groan at him.

“Don’t push it.”

You both giggle at each other, feeling as though the air is clearing between you. His smile falters a bit as he studies your face. “I’m sorry for taking so long.” He holds your hand and loves the familiar warmth it gives him.

“You’re here now. That’s all that matters.” You look at your joint hands together, loving how right it feels.

“I love you,” he tells you, gazing at you lovingly. You bring a hand up to his face and caress his cheek. He sighs at the feeling, leaning into your touch as his eyes close. “I love you, too.”

You notice his eyes averting back and forth between your eyes and lips. “Are you gonna kiss me?” You say playfully. He smirks at this. “Yeah, I am. If you’ll let me.”

“Harry, if you don’t kiss me right now, I’ll-,” You’re immediately cut off as Harry grabs your face in his large hands, pressing his lips onto yours. And it feels like, finally. You sigh into the kiss, tasting the sweetness of his lips on yours. His lips feel soft like you’ve always (embarrassingly) imagined it’d be. You let out a tiny whimper as you feel his tongue enter your mouth. You gasp at this and grip on his shirt, as if telling him to not move away from you.

He moans as he pulls away, lifting your chin up. He looks at you so in awe and in love, it sends my heart bursting with so many emotions. He leans in again to kiss you, making it longer like he’s memorising the way your lips taste.

You both pull away again to catch your breath. Harry sneaks in another peck which makes you giggle and smile. You gaze on him, eyes lingering on his swollen and extra pink lips after your kiss and it makes your heart fill with pride knowing it’s because of you. His green eyes seem to sparkle more now that you think about it.

Harry lets out a chuckle, leaning his forehead on yours. You are both smiling like idiots in love. You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in by your waist. You both sway a bit in your place, the feeling of love and adoration for each other lingering on.

A rumbling noise pulls you both out of the moment. He pulls away and laughs. “Was that you?” You whine in embarrassment as you bury your head in his chest. “I’m hungry and you brought food here. I’m sorry,” you mumble onto his shirt.

“Mmm, guess we should eat then, right lovie?” He says, looking down at your figure. You hum in reply as you look up at him. “Will you stay the night?”

He grins and his heart melts at the small request. “I’ll stay as long as you’ll want me to, baby.”

“I’ll always want you,” you feel your face warm up as you say this but it’s true. He kisses your forehead and your eyes close at the feeling of his lips on yours.

You both grin stupidly at each other before he leans in again to kiss you. You’re quick to react as you pull him closer. Harry takes you by surprise as he suddenly lifts you off your feet, spinning you around as you kiss. You squeal and laugh at this, it makes Harry smile as he sees you throw your head laughing. He trails his lips down to your jaw and neck, kissing lightly on it.

There’s nothing he’d ever exchange this moment for. Your laughter and the kisses you share whilst being so madly and stupidly in love.

And it just finally feels right with you and him.

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