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Never Been A Friend | Part 1 | Jeon Jk

♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion, desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?

♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.

♧ warnings: y/n is too drunk to form a sentence, jungkook loves cursing, jungkook is jealous out of his mind, kinda enemies but not really, jungkook calls y/n a brat that he cant stand, someone calls y/n a slut, and that's all i can remember 😙

♧ WC: 1.6K

♧ a/n: hello loves! wrote this in one sitting and it's barely edited, but the intention is there lmao i love you all so much please enjoy! dont hesitate to tell me what you think <3 im like the no.1 supporter for constructive criticism lol okay thank you byeeeee

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JK's POV

She whines,

Throws tantrums,

Acts like a goddamn brat for the sake of being annoying,

And I still want her lips around my cock.

Why?

That goes beyond the fucking level of my emotional understanding.

I want her wrapped around my finger. I want her to get on her fucking knees and apologize for all the turbulent feelings she makes me suffer by.

She ruined my night.

I was fucking.

Blowing a girl's back just to lay off some steam. Get the stress of the college life off my shoulders.

But then, she just had to cock-block me.

My best friend’s sister.

Speaking of the twat, he dared to interrupt my one night stand for the sake of his bratty sister.

Usually, I love brats.

My type.

They make sex enjoyable. All the more pleasurable when they try to resist.

Keyword: try.

Because I know for a damn straight fact when a girl wants to be disciplined.

Fucked right and put in her place.

Reminds me of her. Y/L/N Y/N.

Except for one thing, though- she makes my fucking insides churn in all uncomfortable ways.

She doesn’t have a bratty attitude, the bitch has a bratty personality.

Yes, she is indeed a bitch. I can't stand a girl who's always annoying just because she feels like it. She'd never had a valid reason to hate me, and neither did I.

When I first met her, I mean.

She was laughing with her brother having breakfast one time when I came out of my room for painkillers and a glass of water.

Her brother and I were both freshmen in need of a dorm, and we agreed on splitting the rent once in a frat party.

Yes... we were both strangers to each other, but we clicked.

Met through mutuals, and our vibes matched. After living with each other for over six months now, we've grown pretty close.

He's cool, agreed on basic rules like who does the laundry or dishes, helped with assignments, and was always there when needed.

He's a friend. A close one.

A tolerable one.

That can't be said about a certain someone, though.

She scowled at me that day and later told me she didn't like my vibe when I confronted her about it.

Bullshit.

And yet, she's the reason I left a naked girl in my bed and came to this godforsaken club in the first place.

Her brother is here, too, which is why he called me to come pick her up. Said something about her being drunk, and since he had taken a shot or two as well, he couldn't take her home himself.

Or he just didn't want to, because he was also getting laid tonight.

That's proven to be right when I see him making out with a girl near the bathrooms.

His hands grope her all over as she arches into him, which is enough to make me look away.

Sly motherfucker.

Casting my vision toward the main dance floor, I scan the crowd for a short brunette with soft features.

Annoyingly soft features.

So soft that I want to corrupt her. Tear the bratty exterior and dig through the filthy dark side on the inside.

But those features aren't the only things that infuriate the hell out of me.

It's her innocence.

How can a brat be innocent, you may ask?

When my gaze lands on her, my jaw tenses in annoyance.

She sways her hips sensually, eyes closed and mouth open as she slides her hands down her body to a seductive beat following her movements.

I follow the action, eyes unable to tear away from her figure.

Her fingers skim over her neck down to her breasts and then further, the lightness she seems to be handling her body with attending to a grace she always breathed by.

Fuck, I hate this woman.

Hate everything about her.

How she moves.

How she walks.

How she fucking talks.

Runs her mouth like a brat who needs to be handled.

No- not like- is.

She is a brat.

A brat who's oblivious to all the eyes she's attracting.

Including mine.

Fuck.

Her dancing resumes as her eyes stay closed, feeling every beat.

She's enjoying herself.

Not for long.

I school my expression- which had turned into a scowl the moment I set my eyes on her- and begin my stride towards her.

I spot a man doing the same, but she's absolutely mind-numb as she continues to dance with her damn eyes closed.

I was irritated, but now I'm literally fed up.

He's a couple inches shorter than me, wearing a white tee and skinny ripped jeans.

Not to mention, his hair is slicked back by a disgusting amount of hair gel.

Ew.

He approaches Y/N with predatory eyes and a shit eating grin, his gaze set straight on her perky ass.

Which is just barely covered by the tight little dress she's wearing, inching higher and higher up her thighs as we speak.

My steps quicken when I see him reach out, apparently intending to slap her ass.

My blood boils.

White noise drowns out all available access to the outside world as I break out into a jog and reach her just in time.

My hand swiftly slides onto her tiny waist, and I glare at the man whose shit-eating grin is now gone, replaced with confusion.

Y/N's eyes stay closed as she giggles, and it's now I notice how drunk she is.

Bright crimson tints her cheeks and her breath smells of strong tequila, obviously from having taken too many shots.

Isn't she here with friends?

How could they leave her alone like this?

Her brother's here. Her brother is here.

My breath turns heavy, my heartbeat quickening. I have to stop myself from punching the douchebag in front of me into fucking oblivion because I don't know if i'll ever stop once I start.

Fuck.

I try to focus on anything besides her frame that's barely hanging onto me, all the exhaustion from her dancing catching up to her as she fights to keep her eyes open.

Why the fuck is she here all alone? Why did they- whoever she's here with, except her brother- leave her here like this?

Like she's not even aware of where she is.

Like she's not sober enough to be responsible.

Like she's not fucking strong enough to defend herself if anything happened to her.

I might punch a wall.

My grip tightens around her waist, which makes her drowsily lift her head to stare up at me.

She's still shorter than me with heels on, enough to put her neck in an uncomfortable position whenever she looks up at me.

It's adorable.

But that's none of my concerns as the slimy fuck keeps undressing her with his eyes. Makes me want to claw them out with my bare hands.

Repress.

"Wha..." She starts, growing more and more confused as she tries to wrap her head around where the hell she is. "Jungkook? What are you..."

She trails off into a mindfuck, allowing me to set my full focus on the man still staring between us with wariness.

My gaze hasn't worn off him since I saw him fucking reach for her ass, which makes me want to bash his head against the wall.

My breathing turns heavy again.

Repress.

"Off-limits." I bite out with enough to control to shock myself. I'm even more surprised that this motherfucker is still breathing.

His eyes thin into slits as he eyes me suspiciously. "I haven't seen you here the last couple of hours. Thought her sexy ass came alone." His eyes skim over her body, gaze lingering longer than necessary on her breasts.

Guess someone's leaving with no limbs tonight.

"You thought wrong." It takes almost all the last bits of my control to reply with that before I start turning around to leave, Y/N almost falling asleep on my arm.

She clutches the hem of my shirt with a weak grip, like a toddler would its mom.

If I couldn't get here in time, what would've happened?

I catch myself before I overthink it. If I did, I'm afraid I might commit a crime tonight. One of shameless blood and murder-

Repress.

My back is turned to him when I hear a low whistle, which makes me pause, angry enough for my limbs to shake with adrenaline.

"You know, It's often rare for a slut with such a sweet ass to be out here all alone wearing that. Almost like she's begging for a cock-"

The words are barely out of his mouth before my fist connects with his face. The force of my blow got him on the floor, nose fucked and bleeding. Might be broken.

Good. Bare minimum.

I almost straddle him and punch him to his fucking fortunate death.

Almost.

But I have to get Y/N home.

I can't stand this anymore.

I can't stand her anymore.

Coming here alone? Dressed like that?

I mean yes, she did come here with her idiot brother who thinks with his dick, but he's nowhere to be found.

How can someone be so nonchalant to just leave his sister here all alone?

I'm so goddamn confused.

And infuriated.

And...angry.

Fucking fuck.

I need to get her the fuck out of here before i lose my fucking mind.

Fuck me.

The punch I just delivered did little to satiate my thirst for this slimy fucker's blood.

But again, Y/N's more important.

I turn, my panic spiking so high it reaches levels it had never before when I find Y/N out of my sight.

My breathing starts to go abnormal for the nth time this night.

I might develop heart problems.

A sigh leaves my mouth when I spot her by the bars, trying to convince the bartender to give her another shot. Relief floods my system, and my breaths regulate.

I send a quick text the girl- who i already forgot the name of- and tell her to head home. She sends a crying emoji back but agrees nonetheless, telling me to call her back when everything is sorted out on my end.

I have other things to care for.

Or I guess, in this case, a certain person to tend to.

God, It's gonna be a long night.

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[pandoraslxna]

Helping hands

Colonel Miles Quaritch x female human scientist reader

Words: 4.3k

Summary: Quaritch has to escort one of the most annoying scientists he’s ever met, into the depth of pandoras forest, just so she can study some weird looking plants. Surely, it couldn’t get worse than that, right?

Warnings: explicit smut, sex pollen, size kink, they actually hate each other soo kinda workplace-enemies to 'lovers', teasing, tension, age difference (reader is in her mid twenties), fingering, begging, degradation kink, spanking (once), squirting, authority kink

Notes: okay so I basically wrote this for myself because I’m very h word right now but you can read it too I guess lol enjoy

For someone your size and given the position you were in, you really had a damn smart mouth.

It’s been only a little over three days since Quaritch was assigned to accompany the scientific team to their silly little trip into the jungle. Guess that's what you get if you were the head of security in your previous life. And it wasn’t really a team either– It was just you, little smart ass. Whatever dick you must’ve sucked to even get permission for such a trip, he wasn't thrilled that he was the lucky one assigned to be your escort.

Quaritch definitely doesn’t believe in shit like that, but if karma exists, you were probably his.

It’s only been three days, but you were determined to make every second of his stay the worst of his life. Oh you could argue, talk back and insult him like a bratty teenager, that was for sure. Quaritch definitely popped a few painkillers behind your back, trying to ease the growing ache that was pounding in his head, all thanks to you.

He partly blamed your age for all the attitude you had. Damn youth these days couldn’t even pay a little respect. He was the Colonel, for fucks sake! How did you even get this job? For a scientist with a doctor title, you sure were young. Probably in your mid twenties or something, not that he cared enough to just ask.

Unfortunately, there was nothing else he could do except follow you around all day, as this was a sit and wait situation. You were here to get some stupid samples from whatever plants you could find this deep in the forest and he was there to make sure you don’t get lost or killed in the process. Even if he secretly prayed for that to happen…

Your exopack hummed to the rhythm of your breathing as you carefully scrape the small, thorny mushroom-like plant from a moss covered tree. It’s been over twenty minutes of you going back and forth with that tiny scalpel, careful as ever to not hurt yourself or, most likely, to not 'hurt' the plant. This was ridiculous.

With one hand on his gun holster and the other flicking his knife impatiently, Quaritch watches you do your thing. He was this close to shoving you aside and cut the damn thing off himself.

Looking over your shoulder, you glare at him for a moment after he had exhaled yet another a melodramatic sigh to let you know that he was annoyed, before you continued your work, completely unhurriedly. Now it felt like you were working purposefully slow, as if you were just trying to taunt a reaction from him. Oh he would give you a reaction, he thought, clenching and unclenching his jaw.

"C‘mon cupcake hurry it up", he growls, "it’s not a open heart surgery, it’s a fucking mushroom."

"Do you ever shut up, Colonel?", you mumble under your breathe, wiping the sweat from your temple. This damn heat made it almost impossible to talk back the way you would normally do– thank god. Quaritch on the other hand, had only so much patience left in him. The air was too humid and he was too tired to stand here any longer and watch you cut around that mushroom like you were getting paid by the hour. His grip on your shoulder startles you, as he attempts to shove you away and get the job done himself. Much to his displeasure, you resist him and as you try to swat his hand away, you stumble forward. Luckily, you catch yourself just in time, with both hands flat against the tree.

"Ouch, shit", you wince at the shooting pain in your palm, quickly retreating your hand to inspect it. There’s something in your hand, barely above the size of a big splinter. Nothing serious. You had just stung yourself on one of these thorns that were littered among the mushroom covered tree. God, he knew you would be so insufferable about this now…

With an annoyed glare, Quaritch watches how you remove the thorn from your skin and once it’s gone, you clutch your hand tight against your chest, eyes squeezing shut, hissing and stomping your feet to the ground. He knew that your strange antics were probably to distract yourself from the burning pain in your hand, but to his eyes you looked like a tantrum throwing toddler. How suitable.

"If you’re going to cry now, I’m gonna shoot myself", comes from next to you. The Colonel snickers by the sight of you and for a second, you shoot him a glare as if you actually debated to kick him in the balls or something. It’s probably best that you decide against it, only mumbling a feisty, "Don’t tempt me."

Still, it would’ve been fun to see you try. Maybe that would’ve been enough of a reason to put you in cuffs and bring you back to bridgehead city, end his mission earlier and hopefully he would never see you again.

Looking down at your palm, you frown. It’s not bleeding much, nothing more than a few crimson droplets that had already began to dry out. But it itches and your hand feels hot and sweaty. Hopefully it wasn’t venomous, you thought.

"If that’s going to infect, I’ll make you pay for it, asshole!", you snap at him, to which Quaritch rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue.

"If you weren’t so clumsy—"

"If you weren’t so impatient—"

Back at the outpost laboratory, you were quieter than usual. Not that he was complaining. Quaritch brushed it off as you being tired and having all of your energy already spent on the hour long argument during the whole way back. It seemed like his theory was proven right when you instantly went to bed after taking the longest shower possible, probably using up all the hot water that was left and leaving him with the decision to just shower in the morning. On any other day, he would’ve thrown a bucket of the same cold water you left him to shower with right over your sleeping form. But he decided to just leave you alone, relishing in any moment you weren’t around or awake to get on his nerves. Another minute of you blaming him for todays events and he would pack his shit and walk all the way back to bridgehead.

After a quick report back to his superiors, Miles settled into his own quarters. Well, it was basically a storage room with a bed. Nothing big, barely a room if you could even call it that. There wasn’t even a door and if he craned his head enough, he could see the outline of your sleeping frame in the dark, on the other side of the lab. Of course he couldn’t expect anything fancy and comfortable out here in the forest. It was an outpost laboratory, meant for nothing more than a couple of days stay and not an holiday home.

Quaritch wasn’t exactly a heavy sleeper.

Not back then, when he was still a human and not now. But what wakes him this time, in the middle of the night, is not the snoring of a room neighbor or his alarm set too early, but the slight pressure of someone straddling and sitting down on his stomach.

Immediately, his senses are on high alert. Eyes flying open and hands gripping either side of whoever was insane enough to pull some shit like that. It’s dark and even with the eyesight of a young Na‘vi, it takes his eyes a moment to adjust. His hands feel before his eyes can see. Your hips are soft, warm, almost burning under his touch. He feels you move and his grip tightens. "What the fuck are you doing, kid?", his voice is rough, raspy and laced with sleep.

But then his eyes take in the first sight of you. You’re naked, completely bare like the day you were born, straddling his waist and… were you crying? Your cheeks are red, streaks of tears still visible on your face, with your lips all swollen and red, like you’ve been nervously chewing on them.

"It’s the… the plant", you hiccup quietly, "It’s the plant, fuck, i can’t- can’t take it anymore! Please—"

"Woah, hey easy there cupcake. Deep breaths."

Something was definitely wrong. Quaritch frowned at your desperate state, the trembling of your distressed voice giving him a feeling of uneasiness. That is, until it dawned on him— you were naked. You were naked, straddling him, with your cunt pressed snugly against his stomach. The realization made him swallow thickly.

"Please, please I need– need…", you struggled to vocalize your needs that had already become very obvious to the Colonel. But that didn’t stop him from wanting to hear you say it out loud. He wanted you to use that mouth, that he thought was only good for talking back, being disrespectful and complaining, and tell him exactly what you wanted.

"Need what?", he teases you, a smug grin spreading over his features as you huff out a breathe of frustration.

Despite the firm grip he had on your hips, you still manage to move them, catching him a little off guard. You grind yourself on his stomach, the hard muscles of his abs only adding further to the stimulation on your clit and you whine. Quaritch feels a good amount of slickness leak out of you, covering his skin where you glide over it and he snickers, "What’s got you so hot and bothered all of the sudden, hm? Almost didn’t recognize you, without that usual bratty attitude."

You felt hot, he remarked. Feverish, clinging to him weakly as nearly unbearable heat pooled in your core, liquid arousal covering the insides of your thighs and smearing over his stomach where you were sitting on him. Quaritch would never admit it out loud, but he felt pity for you. Poor little thing, so needy, so wet and wanton…

"I just told you", you pant heavily, still grinding yourself on his stomach as you spoke, "it’s because of that…that stupid plant. All because of you, you fucking—"

"Ah-ah, no need to be mean now", he chuckles. The grip he has on your hips tightens again, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to make you hiss. "No idea how that shit works, but i think you should probably go and take care of that little problem yourself."

And with that, Quaritch tries to peel you off of him, but you cling to him even tighter, hands clawing at his arms while you shook your head, frantically wriggling against him, arching your back and pleading for him to hear you out.

"Please I… I tried to, but it’s not helping. I’m– I need you, okay? Please just, just do something!"

If he would’ve actually used just one percent of his strength, he would’ve easily lifted you up and sat you down to your feet. But he doesn’t. There was just something in your voice, in the way you were begging for him, that made it almost impossible to sent you off.

"Oh you need me, huh? Is that so?", the Colonel chuckled, the deep rumble in his chest vibrating against your palms where you held yourself up. You nodded quickly, sniffling and blinking away the tears that had formed as you were begging for him to help you.

It seemed like your body had a mind of its own, because not for a second did you stop grinding yourself against his stomach. Your toes curl into the soles of your feet and you moan whenever your throbbing clit bumps against his muscles. Quaritchs stomach was coated in your slickness where you humped his abs and a groan rumbled deep in his chest.

"So fucking desperate", he teases, his eyes scanning over your body so shamelessly that it made you squirm, "look at that, cute little pussy‘s dripping all over me."

You whimper softly, the tips of your ears burning with an intense heat as you stare up at the Colonel through lidded eyes. His words are humiliating and they sent your stomach bunching into a tight knot, nerves tingling like a live wire. Just a few hours ago you would’ve killed him for this. But you were already too far gone to care about your dignity.

You felt small sitting on him like that, dwarfed by his much larger stature as you struggled to stay seated. You could feel the heat pooling rapidly in the pit of your stomach, heart beating hard against your ribs and pounding loudly in your ears as your breaths come out in short, rough pants. Your pussy clenches around nothing and it drives you insane. It hurts.

You experiment with different paces and pressures, trying to figure out the best way to get yourself off like this, but none of it works. You could grind yourself against him all you wanted— you needed something to fill you.

You take a deep, shuddering breath, tongue darting over your dry lips as you swallow around the lump in your throat.

"Colonel, Sir", you wail, voice turning into a whine laced with tiny hiccups, "It’s, fuck, it’s not enough… It hurts so bad, I want– need more."

"Oh look who’s begging so sweet, even calling me sir now. And all that just because you want to get your little hole stuffed? How cute."

Your hands attempted to touch him, to feel him, to move— anything, so you reach behind yourself to grab his cock. He’s hard as a rock beneath his boxer briefs, your thumb brushing over a little wet patch that had formed on the thin fabric and you physically shudder when you feel his length up and down. He was big, so fucking big that it made your mouth water, mind going blank by the sheer thought of taking his whole size and getting fucked dumb on it.

"Yes, yes please fuck me, please sir", you begged him. Your breath hitched as you continued to move back and forth on his stomach, setting a rhythm that you hoped would ease the burning heat in your core for just a moment. Of course it didn’t.

"See, that’s much more how I prefer you, begging like the needy little slut that you are", Quaritch told you grinning. The grip he had on your hips begins to loosen the more you move, his hands slowly guiding you, setting a new pace for you, until he’s in complete control of your movements. He moves your body along to the rhythm that you desire and your face twists with pleasure as you moan with complete abandon, while your wet pussy slides across his abs.

Behind your back, your hands fumble with his boxer briefs, ready to pull them down to take what you were yearning for, but before you could do so, Quaritch makes your hips come to an abrupt halt. You whine at the loss of friction and just as your about to reach for his cock again, one of his hands snaps to your wrist, stopping you.

You were powerless, putty in his hands and the Colonel clicks his tongue, voice deep and thick as he tells you, "Yeah, no, that’s not gonna happen."

You pause.

With your eyes widening at his words, chest heaving from the way you tried to calm yourself, you gasp, "What? why?"

"Because it‘s not gonna fit, cupcake", he chuckles and the sound alone is enough to make you physically shiver, "In case you haven’t noticed, I might be a little too big for such a small thing like you."

A whine of complain bubbles up your throat, but it’s quickly hushed when Quaritch pulls you forward until your face is shoved against his chest and you’re breathing in his rich scent. His hands had abandoned your hips by now, sliding over the arch of your spine and feeling the soft curve of you ass. Grabbing a handful of your cheeks, he kneads and spreads them apart, revealing your glistening wet folds to the chilly air of his room.

One of his hands then shift and you gasp, feeling his long, rough digits tease your slit. He groans right next to your ear, "So fucking wet, aren’t you? Your little hole is so desperate to get stuffed, can feel you clenching around nothing."

"T-Then fill it", you mumble quietly, the sound muffled against the muscular pecks of his chest.

He circles your weeping hole, taunting you, then plunges a lone finger inside and you moan a sigh of relief. It’s easy, oh so easy, for him to slip in. He thought it would be harder, given the fact that one of his fingers was equal to two or even three human ones. But you’re so wet that your pussy practically swallows him right in.

Unfortunately, it barely dampened the oppressive heat you were experiencing.

"This will have to do", Quaritch tells you with a stoic face and his ears pinned back, knowing damn well that this was not what you meant when you told him to fill you.

"More. I need more", you cry, wriggling in his hold to force more of his finger inside you, until the palm of his hand was flat against your pussy and the tip of his finger was teasing your cervix. "M’so empty. Need you to fuck me. Please, please, please", you beg like a broken record and he rolls his eyes.

"This or nothing, kid. You choose. I‘m not gonna rip you in two just because you’re too horny to think straight."

He tightens the grip on your ass, squeezing the plump flesh. His other hand begins to move, thrusting his finger in and out of you so painfully slow, it felt like your brain was overheating.

"Noo", you whine, "it’s not enough!" You squirm in his arms, your face shoved against his chest while you wriggle your butt in the air, desperate for him to do something, anything to make you feel better. You would take it, you knew you could handle it.

A sudden sting snaps you out of your little tantrum, feeling your tight hole getting stretched further as Quaritch forces a second finger inside you. You gasp, but instantly melt under his touch. You knew recoms were big, obviously. But two of Quaritchs fingers were equal to the size of a regular human cock and you became very much aware of that fact in this second.

"That enough for you, you spoiled girl?" He scoffs, shifting his hand so he could rub circles on your swollen clit with his thumb.

You could only hum and nod as he buries his fingers inside you up to his knuckles, curling them and feeling the rough calluses as he prods inside you in search of that sweet, special spot. When a loud moan lets him know he had found it, he begins to thrust his digits into you, setting a fast pace. His palm smacked against your wet folds, fingers creating loud squelching noises as he fucked you with them and the feeling of your juices running down his wrist actually had him grinning like the smug bastard that he was.

Quaritch was drinking up every sweet little moan and gasp he elicited out of you like this.

That’s what you were– sweet. Eye candy, sweet to touch and taste and feel. Sweet even in the way you cling to him, use him to relieve the affliction between your legs he accidentally caused. And if you weren’t such a bratty bitch all the time, he would’ve maybe done this sooner. It’s not like there was anything else to do out here. It could’ve been so much more fun, if it wasn’t for your smart mouth and the way you were getting on his last nerves all day and night. If only you would’ve behaved, just be a good girl for him, he could’ve used the past couple of days to stretch you out real nice, slowly get you ready to take his cock.

But no, instead you had to act like a sassy teenager and now he couldn’t give you what you so desperately wanted. You couldn’t take him, not even with the amount of slick pooling out of your sweet little pussy. Not that you deserved his cock anyways.

“Oh my god, don’t– don’t stop", you moan, cursing under your breath and he doesn’t. He fingers you in exactly the same way he would fuck you. Hard and fast and deep enough to feel so incredibly full of him.

"You’re almost there, cupcake. So close, aren’t you?", you hear him snicker, his chin coming to rest on top of your head, "You’re gonna cum on my fingers, yeah? Make a real mess on them."

You’re nodding frantically, chanting his name under your breath and it becomes higher in pitch the closer you get to your release. One of your moans gets caught in your throat when he uses his other hand to give your ass a firm spank.

"Oh fuck", you gasp, pussy beginning to pulse as your eyes roll back into your skull and he knows you’re close, so he makes it his mission to have you coming all over his stomach. Your legs begin to tremble when he pumps his fingers into you faster and you slowly become restless on top of him, trying to move away from his hands but at the same time moving back to get them deeper inside. Quaritch grabs your ankle to keep you still and then a third finger comes to tease your already sensitive hole.

"But you have to ask for permission first, alright?", Quaritch chuckles and your brows furrow, "Ask me real nice, maybe add a little 'sir' and I’ll make you cum so fucking good. How’s that sound, hm?"

Fuck him. Fuck him and his smug attitude and fuck this damn plant that caused all of this. And if you weren’t so close, if it didn’t feel so fucking good, if it didn’t ease the pain and the unbearable heat inside you– you would’ve told him that. It’s the last coherent thought your fucked out brain can produce before everything in your mind goes blank.

"Please, please, please can I cum? Fuck, can I cum, sir? Please I need to cum so bad", you sob into his chest. His chuckle vibrates against your cheek and you’re so close, you had no idea if you would even be able to hold it in, if he would’ve told you no. Thankfully, thank god or whoever was responsible for his next decision, he plunges a third finger inside you, stretching you out the absolute maximum of your physical abilities.

"C‘mon kid, that tight little pussy can’t take much more. Cum for me." Quaritch watches, eyes half-lidded, while your face mirrors your body, scrunching up and then sobbing with relief as endorphins drown your nerves. You mewl his name, moaning and cursing, your body sparkling with exhilaration.

He seizes the opportunity and wedges a hand between your spread legs, playing with your clit until you scream and a warm gush of your slickness drips all over his hands, flooding between your bodies and coating his stomach where you straddled him.

"There you go, there you fucking go", he groans and his words send an extra shudder down your spine. His fingers curl inside you just right, thrusting in and out for the final time and you bite on your tongue in order not to whimper, as you were on the verge of feeling overstimulated.

"Filthy girl, look at the mess you’ve made", the Colonel laughs when he finally pulls his digits out of your sopping cunt. You’re tempted to tell him to shut up and go fuck himself, but the second his hands leave, you can feel the feverish heat creep up your core once again, spreading all over your limbs and clouding your head in a thick fog.

Propping yourself up with your palms on his chest, you look at him with glossy eyes. Quaritch grins at you, with the pointy tips of his canine showing, as if he already knew what was going on inside you.

"Open up", he then tells you and a questioning look graces your flushed face. You blink at him a few times, before your gaze lands on his hand, hovering just inches from your face. It’s shining with your arousal and you blush deeply. Still, you don’t hesitate to open your mouth like he told you to, so he can push two his digits past your plump lips. The taste of your own cum floods your tongue, only adding further to the heat between your thighs as you suck on his index and middle finger.

The Colonel hums, his eyes fixed on your mouth, fingers prodding at your warm tongue, "You’re not feeling any better, aren’t you?" To which you draw your eyebrows together, looking up at him like a lost puppy and shake your head.

"Hmm, what could we do about that?" He tilts his head, fingers retreating from your mouth to let you speak. You watch him with wide eyes, as he pops them into his own mouth, licking them clean from any spit and cum.

Swallowing your dignity, or whatever was left of it, your gaze lands back on his eyes, big yellow orbs piercing right through your soul, eating you alive, as he looks at you like you were the most delicious meal on the planet. "Could you… could you help me out?", you mumble, cheeks turning into an even darker shade of red, "just one more time. Please, sir."

"I don’t think one more time is gonna be enough for such a needy little brat like you. But we can try", he chuckles darkly, "As long as you keep begging like that."

#miles quaritch x reader #colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader smut #colonel quaritch x reader smut #recom quaritch #miles quaritch #na'vi quaritch #colonel quaritch #quaritch smut #atwow quaritch #quaritch x reader #quaritch fanfic #quaritch x y/n #avatar quaritch #quaritch x you #avatar the way of water #avatar smut #avatar fanfiction #avatar 2 #Avatar

[littlebluespoon]

So I've been in a dom-type mood, so I present to you:

König & Dom!Reader.

(Curly font for effects)

-🍔

BurBur there is nothing more I love to see in this world than a giant scary man taking orders from a much smaller but definitely more scary person. As a bratty sub I find it even more delightful when I absolutely know they could decide to not entertain me and take back control whenever. And these are the vibes I get from König. (Am I projecting? Maybe but it’s my fanfiction so I get to do that)

Tw: dom/sub relationship, brats, spanking, cum in food? (Is there a word for that?)

-König decides to let you be dominant for a day as punishment after you scoff at him and say, “like it’s hard”

-He listens to you for most of the morning, giving massages, letting you edge him without complaint, every bit of teasing him you do he takes without hesitation.

- And then after he makes your afternoon coffee (other drink what ever, pick me up, caffeine boost) he gets this mischievous smirk on his face.

- There’s a film on top of your drink… he put his cum in your drink… (I know I’m a freak you don’t have to tell me)

- So he came without your permission, which is something you do a lot when he’s in charge, but now you have to deal with the 6”+ man who’s decided that being a brat is the way to go

-Makes you chase him around the house first before eventually letting himself be caught. Obviously he’s too big to go over your knee for a spanking so he lies on the bed while you get ready.

- You decide that 20 spanks is enough and that he has to count them. He gets to 12 the first time and then he misses one. Start over, get to 13, misses the next one. Start over, get to 14, miss the next one.

- Eventually you’re the one that taps out. You can’t physically lift your arms to give any more spanks. “Tired already maus?” The small nod you give him is enough and he’s already got you in his arms for cuddles, “not so easy to deal with brats is it?” He chuckles at you.

🙈🙈🙈 we’re not speaking of this again. I’m blaming the painkillers for this one.

#bluespoonswriting #asks for blue #könig x reader

[virgo-mess]

Good Cop, Bad Cop

This is actually going to be 4 parts! Also, Tumblr was being really weird when I copied and pasted this. So, I'm really sorry if the formatting looks a little off, I tried to redo it like four times!

TW: Bondage, False Imprisonment, some of these falls under the sexual assault bracket, crying, depression, bratty behavior, Cash being a shit head, and not communicating

Part 3 of @karatekels request

Chapter 3: Bad Cop

You wake up to the sound of waves crashing on the shore and the faint smell of vanilla. You let out a groan, your head is pounding, and your body aches, but you force yourself to open your eyes. You find that the smell is coming from the candle burning on the nightstand, the candle is placed next to a fresh glass of water, some Tylenol, and a fresh plate of Mrs. Ewing’s chocolate chip cookies. You can’t help the way you roll your eyes; Cash knew vanilla was your favorite scent and that you adore his mom’s cookies, he really was laying it on thick considering he just abducted you in broad daylight. Your head is still pounding, so you begrudgingly reach for the painkillers on the nightstand, only to find out your left wrist is cuffed to the headboard.

“You little shit head” you hissed before bringing yourself to a sitting position and reaching for them with your free hand. Cash had very clearly planned this all out and you hate yourself for going against your gut instinct. You should’ve just stayed in bed though something tells you Cash would’ve just crawled through your window, he used to do it all the time when you were kids. You even stupidly left it unlocked for him, of course that was when you used to trust him. You let out a frustrated sigh as you pop the pills into your mouth before chugging the glass of water. After you set the glass down you finally let your eyes trail around the room trying to figure out where you are.

You glace out the window and notice it’s bright outside, probably early morning, you can tell by the sounds of the waves you’re right on the edge of the coast. If it really was early morning, you had to have been out at least fifteen hours; you’re thankful your mom isn’t here to diagnose you right now. Although you’re well aware it’s a symptom of depression, you start to think maybe therapy might be beneficial for you now. All you can see outside is a bit of grass and the ocean, you realize you’re on the Wings Neck peninsula which probably means you’re in the lighthouse property. You scoff, if he didn’t have you shackled to the damn bed right now, you’d find this all incredibly romantic. You were obsessed with lighthouses growing up, you read To the Lighthouse and The Lighthouse Stevensons religiously and you had every lighthouse picture book imaginable. Your childhood bedroom was still covered in nautical décor to this day.

You finally pull your eyes from the window, letting your eyes take in the rest of the room. It’s rather spacious with a large dresser, a TV, and a blue armchair in one of the corners. On top of the armchair, you spot a duffle bag presumably filled with all the missing clothes from your suitcase, you can’t help but wonder how long Cash has been planning this out. You decide to grab a cookie from the plate not really caring how long they’d been sitting there, you were at least sure Cash wouldn’t try to poison you. Although you were sure he’d never try to kidnap you less than a day ago. You take a small bite of the cookie, it’s delicious as usual, then you make a move to stand and stretch as best as you could being anchored to the bed.

“Oh, thank God, you’ve been out for hours I was getting worried” Cash croons from behind you, you jump slightly in surprise before turning your head to give him the nastiest glare you could muster. Cash let’s out a frustrated sigh as he walks further into the room carrying a breakfast tray in his hands. You don’t say a word as you plop back onto the bed maintaining your glare as you watch him set the tray on your lap. Cash gives you a sheepish sort of smile before climbing into bed and taking a seat unnecessarily close to you. You’d been so focused on his face you hadn’t even noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt, a pair of checkered pajama pants loosely hung around his waist. You blush furiously and try to lean away from him, but Cash wraps his arm around your waist firmly and places an almost tender kiss on your shoulder.

“Is your stomach still bothering you Butterfly? I’ve got some Pepto chewable tablets if you need some” he murmured huskily, letting the fingers on his free hand draw circles on your exposed stomach. You shake your head vigorously trying to ignore the fact you were very much getting aroused right now. You do your best not to let your eyes roam over his very sculpted chest.

“Well, why aren’t you eating, you love cinnamon rolls and bacon. I got them at Yellow Deli just for you.” He whispered letting his head settle on your shoulder as he stared at you with puppy dog eyes. You scowl back at him.

“Get off me Cashton” you sneered; Cash narrows his eyes at you but makes no attempt to move off of you. You only ever used his real name when you were mad at him.

“That’s not very nice, Butterfly, I went through all this trouble. The least you could do is let me hold you” he said teasingly, resuming the circles he was drawing on your stomach.

“Cinnamon rolls and bacon aren’t enough to make me forget you kidnapped me yesterday. Now get off.” you said through gritted teeth. Cash lets out another frustrated sigh.

“Don’t be so dramatic, all I did was put you in the car like I did before. Your mom knew I was taking you on a trip” he shrugged seemingly unbothered. You scowl at him again in disbelief.

“It doesn’t matter if you told my mom. I’m an adult and have free will, I didn’t want to get in the car, you forced me to, then you cuffed me to a fucking bed. That is the literal definition of kidnapping, and you hurt me to do it” you whimpered feeling hot tears pour from your eyes. Cash shushed you reaching up to gingerly wipe the tears streaming down your face and tightens the grip on your waist when he feels you attempt to pull away from him again.

“I am really sorry about the compliance pressure point Y/N; I don’t like hurting you. I just wanted you to come with me. The cuff was just a precaution in case you woke up and tried to run away in the dark without knowing where you were. I’ve pulled too many bodies out of Lake Erie, Butterfly. I couldn’t stand it if I found you in the bay” Cash said in a soothing tone, his explanation seems logical enough, but you’re not dumb enough to believe it. You still aren’t sure what he’s hoping will come from this; if he wanted a quick hookup, he had his choice of women. You had liked to think he saw you as more than that but everything about the timing of this suggests otherwise. Twelve years ago, you would’ve done anything to be with him, to have him touching you like this, to have him hold you like this. Now it made you feel like you were his last choice that if any of his other relationships worked out, he’d never even consider you. He had so many chances to choose you before, but he never did. You talked on the phone everyday your first semester at NYU then after Christmas they dwindled until the stopped all together. He just stopped answering your calls, stopped coming home for the holidays, stopped wishing you a happy birthday. He disappeared and now he seemed to want to act like it never happened.

“Bullshit, I’m not hungry so you can leave me alone now.” You spat, moving to push the tray on to the floor, hoping he might get caught with an absurdly expensive cleaning fee at the end of his stay. Cash let go of your waist and quickly gripped the tray before you could send it toppling to the ground. He gave you a menacing glare, you glared back at him, daring him to do something about it.

“Fine, I’m going to put this in fridge in case you change your mind. Then I’m going to take a shower and maybe go for a walk around the bay. You’ll get that cuff off whenever you decide to stop acting like a brat and start acting like the good girl, I know you can be” he said tauntingly, you scoffed rolling your eyes. Cash stood up from the bed holding the tray lazily in one arm and leered down at you for a moment. You gave him another look of disbelief.

“What is wrong with you, I thought cops had to have good communication skills. If you had just said the word “Lighthouse” I would’ve gotten in the car you idiot. Don’t you think this is a little excessive. Now take the cuff off or I’ll tell your mom.” you said through gritted teeth as you glared up at him. Cash rolled his eyes at you as he proceeded to head towards the door.

“You can tell her that if you want, she already knows I’m into bondage. You sure you don’t want this cinnamon roll, Butterfly. It might be a while before you can eat again. I think I need an extra-long shower this morning and I’m afraid it’s entirely your fault” he said teasingly, you feel your face flush again as you stare at him with your mouth agape.

“Bondage is supposed to be consensual, and I don’t consent” you snapped, as you tried to yank your hand out of the cuff. Cash let out a mock disgruntled sigh as he stood in the doorway staring at you with amusement in his eyes and smirk tugging on his lips. It was probably a good thing he was over there; you were contemplating gouging his pretty little eyes out right now.

“So still a no on the cinnamon roll, got it. See you in about an hour give or take.” Cash said in the same teasing tone, he threw you one last smirk as he exited the bedroom. You let out a loud growl still desperately trying to free your wrist.

“CASHTON MICHEAL EWING, YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!” you bellowed, all you hear is him whistling as he makes it further down the hallway.

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You spend about two hours ranting bitterly to yourself as you watched a showing of When Harry Met Sally. You remembered going to see a reshowing of it in theaters on Valentine’s Day with Cash when you were both sixteen. You never saw it all the way through because Cash disappeared ten minutes into the movie, when you finally decided to look for him you found him making out with Cindy Ryan in the lobby. You doubted he even remembered doing that to you, he didn’t even notice you run out of the theater in tears and he didn’t he didn’t show up at your window until way after the movie ended.

Cash finally strides back into the room and gives you a dazzling smile as he comes to sit next to you on the bed. You can’t help the way you glare at him with this bitter memory still fresh in your mind. He only ever brought up the good memories you shared and up until fifteen hours ago you never felt like bringing them up.

“Hey Butterfly” he said with an amused glint in his icy eyes, you just stare back at him blankly before turning your focus back to the TV. Cash let out an exaggerated sigh as he laid his head in your lap, gazing up at you.  You glance down at him for a moment before turning your attention back to the TV. Having him look at you like that still had butterflies stirring in your stomach, and you couldn’t help but hate him for it now.

“Aw, are you giving me the silent treatment now, sweetheart?” he asked in a teasing tone, you roll your eyes to yourself silently keeping your eyes glued to the screen. Cash let out another exaggerated sigh, you feel him run a teasing finger over your arm. You know he’s just trying to get a reaction out of you, he used to do it all the time when you were kids, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction. You weren’t going to let him pull you in again, you couldn’t. You miss the mischievous glint in his eyes as he moves the teasing finger to your exposed stomach. He still hasn’t let you up to change out of your clothes from yesterday or to use the bathroom, you considered screaming bloody murder until he came rushing back in but ultimately decided the silent treatment was more fun. Cash moves his hand further up your crop top just under your bra. You feel a blush sweep across your cheeks now feeling a bit anxious as you feel Cash sit up next you, never removing his hand from under your shirt. Cash chuckles softly to himself.

“You’re being ridiculous Butterfly, but I really want to see how far you’re willing to take this. So how about we play a little game?” Cash said huskily, he leans in close enough for you to feel his hot breath in your ear. Your breathing picks up at the action, but you never let your eyes stray from the TV. Cash chuckles again pushing you forward a bit so he could sit behind you, his long legs placed on either side of you. Cash pulls you back into him, so your head is placed lazily on his chest. You let out a surprised, soft gasp when you feel how hard he is against your lower back, and find yourself biting back a moan, you always thought he’d be big, but you didn’t think he’d be that big. You’re not sure how you manage to keep your eyes trained on the screen as a tenfold of emotions wash over you at once, an odd mix of arousal, fear, desire, and anger. You feel Cash place a few tender kisses on your neck and shoulders and the action makes you want to cry. Being in him in this way was all you ever dreamed of but now it felt like a slap in the face.

“I want to see how long you can stay quiet, Butterfly. If you make a sound, you have to end this little act of defiance and spend some romantic time with me today, let me take care of you. If you somehow manage not to let a single whimper out of that pretty little mouth I’ll take you back home, how’s that sound” he cooed in your ear, you nod your head in acknowledgement considering his proposition but still feeling incredibly conflicted. You were still mad at him of course but you still wanted to be close to him despite what your better judgement was telling you. You were still very much afraid, you wanted to keep that wall up, you wanted to protect yourself from him hurting again, but you for the first time felt compelled to actually tell someone what you were afraid of. You’re not sure why you’re having this revelation now that he’s got his hand up your shirt and willing to deliver something you only dreamed about in those years filled with raging hormones.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed Cash roll up your shirt. You could feel him placing a multitude of hot opened mouth kisses down your neck and shoulders. You note that he seems to enjoy taking his time simply running his large hands over your exposed skin. He trails one hand down one of your legs aimlessly while the other glides up to grip one of your breasts firmly over your bra. You bite down on your lip to prevent a whine from escaping, and you hurriedly move to pry his hand off your breast. Cash lets out another soft chuckle before tilting your chin up to look at him.

“You can’t move my hands away, Butterfly. That’s cheating, you have to use your words and uttering a word means I win” he scolded teasingly you narrow your eyes at him, Cash simply looks down at you with a smug smirk plastered across his face, before he finally moves both of his hands under your bra, his fingers very abruptly roughly pinch your nipples. You feel your hips buck up involuntarily as you bite down harder on your lower lip.

“Did that feel good, baby?” he crooned, you don’t respond clenching your eyes shut when he gives your nipples another long pinch. You wanted to smack the shit out of him so bad right now, to scream at him some more because it felt good to yell at him for once. Twelve years of unresolved baggage had been bubbling inside of you and you really didn’t want to be him when it finally came out.

“You’re really quite good at this, I’m surprised.” He said teasingly, you feel one of his hands trail down to unbutton your shorts and your eyes fly open. Forcing yourself to gaze up at him in warning, Cash smirks down at you in amusement.

“If you don’t want me to do it all you have to do is say so, Butterfly. That would mean I win; you can say you don’t want that, but I think we both know you do.” He said teasingly before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, you absent mindedly kiss him back for a moment because it never felt like this any of the times you kissed Jack. You remind yourself Cash left you just like Jack did and he’d do it all over again if you gave him the chance. You sharply turn your head away from him breaking the kiss but not uttering a sound. You catch a glimpse of dejection in Cash’s icy eyes, but he says nothing as he holds intense eye contact with you. You stare back at him, your eyes flashing the same warning when you feel him unzip your shorts. You shake your head ‘No’ at him, but Cash ignores you seeming to want to prove a point.

“What Y/N can’t stand me seeing how wet you are for me right now?” he said tauntingly cocking an eyebrow at you, as he placed his hand right below your navel, you feel your face flush with anger and embarrassment, letting your eyes glare daggers at his hand. You feel him chuckle against your back, it only seems to give you a taunting reminder of how big he is, a reminder of how much you both actually want each other. Cash flashes you one last smirk before letting his hand disappear into your shorts over your panties. He eagerly makes a few rough hurried passes over your panties and swollen bud, and you can’t help it anymore.

“CASHTON” you cried out angrily, you were so close to freeing yourself, so close to finally getting away from him. Something tells you he wasn’t actually going to take you home to begin with he just wanted an excuse to touch you and you gave it to him on a silver platter. Cash chuckled one last time before finally withdrawing his hand, you let out a slight whimper at the loss of contact and you hate yourself for it. You can tell by the quick hopeful glint in his eyes he heard it too. “I need to use the bathroom” you finally manage to get out through shaky breathes. Cash smirks at you.

“I can finish you off Butterfly you’re so wet for me already, really I don’t mind” he said flirtatiously, and you shoot him the nastiest glare you could muster as you sit up and scoot away from his hard member. Feeling it on your back still has your clit throbbing eagerly.

“I need to shower and pee because you’ve had me chained to this bed for seventeen hours now. I’m hungry, thirsty, and pissed off do you really want to test me right now” you seethed glaring daggers at him, this only seems to amuse him as he digs in his pants pocket for the key. He pointedly only unlocks the one attached to the headboard.

“You forgot horny, Butterfly. I don’t like my given name that much but hearing you scream it like that has it growing on me and I’m really enjoying this new fiery side of you. You were also asleep for at least fourteen of those hours it really hasn’t been that bad for you” he said teasingly, you give him a sharp elbow to the stomach, hearing him let out a pained grunt excited you in a strange erotic kind of way. You storm out of the bed, stomping your feet the entire way to the bathroom. Quickly snatching your duffle bag from the armchair as you go, you make it to the bathroom and pointedly slam the door as hard as you can before locking it.

“Don’t break anything in there, princess, or it’ll be coming out of your cushy Wall Street salary” he cooed teasingly through the door. You stick your tongue out at the door and roll your eyes muttering a few profanities under your breath. You decide to take your sweet getting ready, spending about twenty-five minutes in the shower just letting the hot water rain down on your still aching muscles.

“Are you okay in there, Butterfly? Put on one of your cute little mini dresses for me, huh. We can take a walk along the bay after lunch then I’ll take you up to the lighthouse” Cash said in an inviting tone through the bathroom door, you roll your eyes and mutter a bunch of profanities under your breath. Although the promise of getting out of this room for a bit makes you ridiculously happy, maybe you just had temporary break up depression after all. Or maybe you just needed some hot dirty meaningless sex, as much as you wanted to be able to do that with Cash you couldn’t. Because it wouldn’t be meaningless to you, part of you wanted to believe it wouldn’t be meaningless to him either but everything about this whole fucked situation was telling you this was just fulfilling a fantasy for him.

“I guess you calling me a princess went to my head, warden” you replied sharply before turning off the water, wrapping a towel around your body and one around your hair. You could hear Cash chuckling under his breath as you dig through your duffle bag. You don’t miss how your mom packed the skimpiest clothes from your suitcase. You scoff when you find a tiny sheer black nightgown with the tags still on it and matching undergarments. You can’t help but wonder what Cash actually told her yesterday; she was getting too nosey for her own good and you were going to have an earful to give her when Cash decided to let you go. You knew he would inevitably let you go just like he had done before.

“What the hell, mom” you mutter under your breath before shoving it to the bottom of the bag.  You pick a simple floral sundress and get dressed quickly before stepping out of the bathroom to find Cash lounging on the bed.

“You were in there forever, Butterfly. If you’re trying to think up an escape plan in that pretty little head of yours it won’t work. You look amazing though” Cash cooed, you hate that you still find yourself blushing when he compliments you especially after all the out-of-pocket things, he’s done to you in the past two days and what he just did to you in bed less than an hour ago. Cash sits up and beckons you towards him with a finger; you roll your eyes and approach him cautiously.

“You’re a shit head, you know that.” you sneered, Cash gives you a menacing glare as reaches his hand out towards you. You eye it suspiciously for a moment but ultimately decide you should accept it. You gently place your smaller hand in his large one, Cash throws you one of his mischievous smiles before attaching the free cuff dangling from your left wrist to his own wrist. You let out a loud groan.

“Wow, this is soooo romantic, Cash. I wonder what I did to deserve this much care and consideration during my prison sentence. Did you bribe someone to take your written exam for you because this trip of yours looks like it was planned by a five year old” you said sarcastically, Cash gave you an intense glare and you swear you see a hint of dejection in his eyes again. You feel the slightest twinge of guilt in your chest, you wonder how he thinks you felt when he cut you out of his life.

“I didn’t know being with me was so miserable for you, Butterfly. I see your time cuffed to the bed didn’t do anything to subside your bratty attitude, maybe we won’t be going on that walk after all. I was really hoping to ease you into being intimate with me but you’re not leaving me with many options” he said in a low threatening tone as he pulled you firmly out of the bedroom and down the hall.

“Why is having sex with me so damn important to you now, you had so many chances, Cash. I gave you so many chances, you didn’t take any of them and now you decide after twelve years of acting like I don’t exist that I’m good enough for you now. I wasn’t good enough for you to return any one of calls, I wasn’t good enough for you to ask to prom, you couldn’t even go to a movie with me without disappearing to make out in the lobby with Cindy Ryan and you complained every time we went shopping. Now you just want me to act like everything is okay and that I’m happy you’re finally choosing me now when you’re leaving next week. So, stop acting like you’re trying to make me happy or that you’re trying to make this special for me when both know it’s never been about me, you don’t care about me. It’s always been about you, Cash. So, if forcing me to sleep with you is what it’s going to take for you to finally stop hurting me then that’s fine. Just get it over with already so I can go home, and you can go back to happy life free of me” you snapped, turning around to storm back into the bedroom.

#thomas ian griffith #cash x reader #smut #black friday 2007 #the kidnapping 2007

[abbatoirablaze]

Big Bad Wolf, Chapter 7

Word Count:  1.3k

Warnings:  slight angst, mentions of cheating, mentions masturbation

“Hi Mrs. Hansen I’m here to-“

“Whatever.  I don’t care about what you’re here for you little homewrecker,” she spat, glossing over you in your jeans and simple band tee.  She nearly shoulder checked you as she passed you, leaving you confused about her abrupt aggressive behavior while you made your way into the house, “I’ll be home in a few hours.  Think you can manage keeping your mouth and legs shut that long?  Or are you trying to be obvious in ruining my marriage now?”

You gasped, turning on your heel so that you could face her, your mouth dropping as she passed through the door, slamming it shut behind herself giving you no chance to respond. 

You knew that Suzanne didn’t like you very much, but never had she made comments like that towards you.  She had never been so forward in her disdain.  So, without a second thought you followed her out the door and down the walkway.  She was nearly to her car when she noticed you had been following her.

“What do you want now?” she asked, raising a brow, “what could you possibly want from me?”

“Mrs. Hansen, did I do something wrong?  I-you’ve never acted like this around me and-”

Her eyes widened as she looked at you in disbelief, not bothering to be upset about cutting you off, “do something wrong?  Are you serious?  Of course you did something wrong!”

You frowned, “c-can you tell me what I did?”

She crossed her arms, her jaw clenching, “Lloyd told me all about what happened at the Christmas party…”

Your frown deepened and you tried to scan your brain for what had happened that night.  Offhand you couldn’t even begin to think of what would have happened that made Mrs. Hansen dislike you that much, “I-all I remember from the party is that my dad said Jacob spiked my drinks, and your husband carried me home…”

This time her brow furrowed, “you don’t remember what happened?  At all?”

“I mean…Mr. Hansen left me a note saying that I should eat some greasy food because hangovers suck…and he left me some painkillers and a bottle of water, bu-“

“You kissed my husband you little homewrecker!”

You paled.  Shock crossed your features.  You couldn’t believe what she was saying, “Wh-what?  No-I would never-Mr. Hansen just took me home and put me in bed, I-“

“He told me all about how you were all over him,” she confessed as she slammed her car door shut to give all of her attention towards you, “he told me about how you kissed him…how you got him down to his boxers and begged him to take your virginity.  How you said that our marriage was dead in the water.  But what was the worst was that he agreed with all of it.  He wanted to be with you so much that our vows didn’t fucking matter to him.”

You felt like you were going to be sick.  Your head shook violently.  Your stomach turned and you ran across their yard and into your own before falling to your knees and spewing the contents of your stomach.  Suzanne was surprised to see that sort of reaction from you.  She had prepared herself internally for a show-down.  She had prepared herself for a bratty teenager claiming that she was going to steal her husband.  But she hadn’t expected you to turn physically ill at the mention of what had happened.

All this time she had assumed you were purposefully trying to steal her husband away from her, but seeing you running away into your yard and throwing up, tears spilling down your cheeks, she realized that you weren’t the problem. 

But that didn’t make the pain she’d felt any less. 

She was still betrayed by a man that she knew didn’t love her any longer, a man that had openly admitted to wanting a relationship with you.  And suddenly images came pouring forth. 

Your breathy little moans as he told you that the two of you kissing was a bad idea, but the prickly feel of his mustache as it tickled you with each peck.  His groans of pleasure when you palmed him through his boxer briefs and begged him to not only take you, but leave every part of himself inside of you.  The shivers that ran down your spine as he mouthed down your neck and chest; as his mouth latched onto your nipples, his tongue teasing the hardened peaks.  How your legs wrapped around the tapered waist and you felt his erection begging to be inside of you as it pressed against a clothed core. 

Suzanne sighed, her anger at you fading momentarily as she came to your side.  Her heart may have ached over the betrayal from her husband, but it ached for you just as much.  You were innocent and naïve, and had only come over to help. 

After that day you didn’t go over as much. 

It was a month before Suzanne asked you to come clean the house again.  She, nor Lloyd wanted to really do any of the household chores and had started to let it spiral. 

You could tell that the relationship was beyond strained. 

She’d all but made him sleep in the spare bedroom. 

You knew that from when you went to put Lloyd’s laundry away after ironing some shirts and Suzanne told you that his stuff was going to be in the spare. 

Lloyd had made himself sparse when you cleaned…all the way up until a few weeks before graduation when prom was supposed to happen. 

Like any other girl, you should have been going to a nail, hair, and makeup appointment, and putting on a dress, all to head out to prom with your boyfriend. 

But Jacob hadn’t talked to you in weeks. 

When you asked him to prom he gave you an unsure answer, but ultimately cancelled last minute.  So you had offered to clean the Hansen’s house instead. 

It was a Saturday after all. 

“You really don’t need to be here, sweetheart…”

“It’s not like I have any other plans,” you shrugged, surprised that he was allowing himself to be around you, “Jacob didn’t want to go to prom…said that if I wasn’t going to give it up then there was no point.”

He frowned, but you tried not to dwell on it. 

Since that day when Suzanne told you about what had happened between you and her husband, you had started to find yourself thinking about some pretty scandalous things…things about Lloyd that you had tried to push to the back of your brain far too many times before.

Only now…it felt right.  It felt acceptable. 

“What?”

He gave you a sad smile, “I was saying, a pretty thing like you should be out enjoying the night.  Not stuck inside with an old man.”

“You’re not old, Mr. Hansen.”

“Well I’m not young…”

“Well, I wouldn’t make out with an ugly old guy, so….”

A blush rose on his cheeks, and you looked away, immediately regretting having acknowledged the Christmas party.  You put the laundry basket down on the floor and excused yourself, “I-I should go…next time I’ll come over in the afternoon, Mr. Hansen.”

“You don’t have to-“

But you were already rushing down the stairs, your mind thinking of all the things you wished you could do with him; and already planning what you were going to do with your vibrator when you got home.  Meanwhile, he was already pulling himself from his chinos, his erection pressing along the material for longer than he’d care to admit. 

He needed relief. 

And you were what he craved.

His jaw tightened as he watched her drive away. 

You sat on your spot on your porch, both hating and loving the fact that Suzanne had finally left him.  You were torn about your own opinions and the ones you knew you should have. 

But there was something about Mr. Hanson that made you stand up and head over to his house as he walked back in and closed the door.

Chapter 8

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @buckysteveloki-me, @eralen, @chemtrails-club, @bean-is-reading

#big bad wolf #chris evans characters #dark lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #the gray man #suzanne hansen

[weaksspot]

early seasons bath time for @demongirlmeg :-) (read on ao3)

Dean’s arm is fucked up, worse than just tape-a-plastic-bag-over-it-and-shower-anyway fucked up—his wrist and several fingers got smashed pretty bad and a whole lot of skin got torn off when he was dragged what felt like a hundred miles an hour down a stretch of asphalt by a screaming spirit, so now he’s all wrapped up in splints and bandages and a course of antibiotics to counter any infection from the god damn dirt and gore that got smeared into the road rash—and Sam is trying to wrangle him into a bath.

Because of course they got the motel room with the busted shower, and of course there aren’t any other rooms available. Of course they got the last one.

“You cannot get into bed like this,” Sam’s saying, in that voice he uses when he thinks Dean’s being bratty. “You’re filthy and you stink, Dean, and you have to let me clean your face up anyway. You’re still bleeding.”

“It’s a head wound. Head wounds do that,” Dean says, churlish. He knows he’s whining but he can’t help it; he’s woozy from the adrenaline of the hunt ebbing out of him and from the painkillers the nurse gave him. The side of his face is glowing hot where the skin is all raw. He had to let Sam drive them back to the motel. He wants to go to sleep.

“Look—I’ll put fucking bubbles in it, if you want, but you need to take a bath.”

Dean groans.

“Dean.”

He looks up at Sam, standing over him, his too big baby brother, arms folded and eyebrows raised.

“I’m serious.”

“I ain’t a stray dog.”

“Well, you smell like one,” Sam says, and reaches out and gets his hands under Dean’s arms to haul him up, and there’s no fighting him.

The bathroom is blurry with steam, the air hot. Sam crouches down and unties Dean’s shoelaces for him and then looks like he’s about to go for his belt too so Dean kicks him with his socked foot, scoots him back across the tile a little bit and Sam just snort-laughs and says fine, if you think you don’t need my help. Dean fumbles his belt and jeans open himself, one-handed, and waits for Sam to slide round and face the other way before he actually strips. It’s not that he’s self-conscious. Obviously not. Sometimes it’s just—sometimes it’s just.

He makes it to the bathtub all by himself, leans hard on his good hand as he lowers himself in. It’s almost too hot. Just this side of bearable. Sam looks over again when he hears Dean sink up to his neck, groaning. His fucked up arm dangles useless over the edge of the tub, now and then producing a warm throb of pain.

“Good?” Sam sounds so pleased with himself, the little fucker. Dean closes his eyes and lets the water lap at his chin and doesn’t answer.

Sweetheart that he is, Sam sits there quietly and just lets Dean soak for a good five minutes before he says anything else. But then what he says is: “I’m gonna wash your hair.” Dean’s eyes snap open, and he stares over the side of the tub as Sam shifts onto his knees and shuffles across the scant space.

“I don't need you to wash my damn hair,” he says, but he takes so long to say it that Sam is already shrugging out of his flannel, leaning his elbows onto the edge of the bath. Dean surreptitiously closes his legs where they’d been splayed open, mindlessly comfortable.

“You gonna do it yourself, with one hand?” Sam has his eyebrows raised like he’s being perfectly reasonable. Dean scowls at him.

“Of course I can do it with one hand,” he grumbles. “Just—” he struggles into sitting up a bit more, skin squeaking on the plastic, and sticks his hand out. “Gimme some soap.”

“Shampoo,” Sam corrects him. One eyebrow goes a little higher than the other.

“Whatever. Jesus. They’re the same thing.”

It’s the heat of the water, and of the torn skin, that’s making Dean’s face so warm. Not how close Sam is, kneeling there fully dressed while Dean’s just. In here.

“No they’re not,” Sam tells him, all calm, but there’s a bit of pink in his cheeks, too. In the tip of his nose. He’s the only person in the world that Dean’s ever seen who blushes in the tip of his nose, like he has a cold.

Still—Sam produces a little travel bottle of shampoo, holds it up and squeezes a blob of it into Dean’s hand like he’d asked, and then sits back and watches the ensuing pathetic attempt to scrub it into his hair. He does it, but, Jesus—with the painkillers and the ache in his shoulders and sheer exhaustion, it’s hard. Dean drops his sudsy hand into the water and lets his head clunk back against the bath and glares at the ceiling. Shampoo trickles into the scraped up side of his face, and it stings.

After a minute, Sam says, “You gonna let me help?”

“No,” Dean mumbles. Then he closes his eyes again, and says: “…fine.”

There’s some quiet shuffling beside him, and then Sam’s hand, gentle, on his forehead. Smoothing his hair back, and then—scrubbing, at the crown of his head, just like Dean does himself every time he washes his hair but God, it feels real different when it’s someone else. When it’s Sammy. Dean drops his chin to his chest, eyes tight shut, teeth pressed together, but he can’t do anything about the shiver that goes through him when Sam’s nails scrape softly behind his each ear, over the nape of his neck. A fingertip running along the curve of his ear where blood had stuck and dried.

“Okay?” Sam asks, real low. Real close.

“Shut up,” Dean whispers into his knees.

“Put your head back,” Sam murmurs, and Dean does but slowly, reluctant, eyes still closed. One of Sam’s big hands comes up to cup his hairline, keeping the shampoo from getting into his eyes, as he scoops up palmfuls of water with the other to rinse it out. It’s so careful, so gentle, and it’s exactly what Dean used to do for him when he was little, too little to do it himself. For a second he can’t breathe quite right.

Sam’s hands fall away and Dean opens his eyes. His brother is just sitting there leaning on the edge of the tub like everything is fine and normal, except that his face is almost as red as Dean’s own is.

“We used to do this the other way round,” Dean says. “I used to wash your hair.”

He feels lightheaded. From the painkillers, probably. The adrenaline. The way Sam is looking at him, too steady. Sam’s t-shirt is damp and sticking to his chest. “You had so much damn hair. Never let anybody cut it ’cept me, and when I did you used to scream bloody murder if I snipped off more than the tiniest goddamn bit.” He’s rambling. He shuts his mouth.

Sam is smiling, just slightly. There’s a little smear of blood across his left cheekbone and in this light his eyes look dark. “I remember.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Sam nods. Still looking at him with all that focus. Dean watches him suck his lip between his teeth and feels his dick twitch. He looks away. Breathes out slowly.

“Dean.” Sam’s voice is low and rough.

Dean shakes his head and doesn’t look at him, can’t look at him, because if he does—if he does. He lifts his not-fucked hand out of the water and rubs it over his face, squeezes hard at his temples. “If I don’t get out of this tub in a minute I’m gonna pass out and drown.”

His brother doesn't say anything for five unsteady breaths. Dean counts them, for something to concentrate on. Then he moves, stands up, and Dean keeps his eyes forward, right forward, does not even think about how if he turned his head he’d be at just the right height to—

“I’ll get you a towel,” Sam says, and Dean swallows the spit that's gathered under his tongue, and mumbles, “thanks, Sammy.”

#mine #fic #i hope it's ok!!! i wanted so bad for them BOTH to get in the tub but i couldn't quite make it happen. somehow. #maybe next time though because.. yum #ended up with less contact more UST instead lmao #my fic

[twinkodium]

How about... instead of Oscar being sore and swollen from his teeth stuff, he ends up being one of those people who says the most unhinged stuff while he's still out of it on the drugs. That'd be one of those videos Lando has on his phone that can never be shared, haha, like the 6 minute one Daniel has of Lando laugh/crying.

This reminds me of the story @landoom wrote after Vegas, but Lando was the one high on painkillers 😏 Can imagine it the other way around, unhinged text messages and facetime calls 🤭 with Lando being mean and gatekeeping ALL the content, but being bratty enough to mention it from time to time just for teasing purposes 😭

My delulu mind likes to think that Lando wasn’t attending the gala because he’s taking care of Oscar 😌😌 all giggly and bratty while watching the drooling Oscar but immediately getting serious when see the pain in his eyes 🥹 being the best nurse ever and drowning him in affection and trying not losing his shit 🤭

#asks #anon #I’m catching up on my asks finally 😩😩 #no but Lando would be such a great nurse #what if he even dresses up as one? 🥴 #okay that’d only end in having sex 🫣 #Lando & Oscar

[arctic-hands]

BRATTY BABBY BOY

We gave him his liquid painkiller and his anti-nausea pill, and then after we were sure he swallowed it we gave him his high-cal Churu which he happily went to town on and finished pretty quickly. So job well done, right?

Well a minute later I hear him pawing at the hardwood, which I know means he's trying to hide something (like the fact he threw up, for instance), and I just knew that clever little fucker spat out the pill AND HE DID. HE CHEEKED THE PILL AND PLAYED THE LONG CON

#cat #cat shaming #how to pill your cat #as the old poem goes #Everest

[blackacre13]

can u do another soft loubbie? like debbie babying lou. 🥺

Check out these prompts below!

#queue #blackacre13 #ocean's eight #oceans eight #ocean's 8 #oceans 8 #ocean's eight fanfiction #ocean's eight fanfic #ocean's 8 fanfiction #o8 fanfic #o8 fanfiction #lou miller #Debbie ocean #Lou Miller x Debbie ocean #Debbie Ocean x lou miller #lou x debbie #Debbie x lou #lou and debbie #Debbie and lou #lou x deb #deb x lou #lou and deb #deb and lou #heist girlfriends #heist wives #loubbie #soft loubbie #soft fic

[blendedgender]

NSFW/ BDSM SMUT Jasmine Kennedie x Gigi Goode x Bosco x Kerri Colby (1) - ‘Date’ Night

Both Gigi and Jasmine groggily woke up with massive headaches, as if they were hungover. “Ow, fuck. Babe, do we have any painkillers?” Jasmine barely mutters out, shutting her eyes so she doesn’t feel the sunlight. Gigi rolled onto her back, feeling the room spin for a bit, before being able to answer “I don’t think so” she mumbles, hoping her words were clear. It takes a couple of minutes for her to finally open her eyes and not see everything moving. This wasn’t their room. “What the fuck? Where are we?” she asks, sitting up cautiously. When she thinks to the previous night, it all hits her. Bosco and Kerri. “Huh? Oh, shit” Jasmine groans, sitting up as well. Gigi notices a small paper on the edge of the bed. She stretches out to grab it, and unfolds it. ‘Let us know if you’re cool with opening up your relationship. We also hope you like Chinese food’ the notes reads. “What’s that?” Jasmine asks, resting her head on Gigi’s shoulder and reading it. “So... what do you think?” Jasmine asks, a bit nervously, and Gigi’s face softens when she hears the nervousness in her girlfriend’s voice. “Well... we both like Chinese food” Gigi tries to ease Jasmine, which works. “You dork” she smiles, kissing Gigi's cheek “You know I love you, right?” “I know. I love you too” Gigi kisses the top of Jasmine’s head. “I uh... don’t really mind polyamory. I kind of like the idea of showing you off, you know?” Jasmine says, making Gigi laugh. “You wanna show me off? To Kerri and Bosco of all people?” Gigi smiles humorously at Jasmine, who laughs with her. “Maybe. I mean, Kerri did call you a bottom. Maybe I want us to prove her wrong” Jasmine jokes, and Gigi raises a brow “Let’s prove her wrong”.

The dinner consisted of Kerri and Bosco flirting with the hero couple, while they were more reserved. Neither Jasmine nor Gigi expected for this to ever happen. What Gigi and Jasmine didn’t know, was that Bosco and Kerri had overheard them about ‘proving Kerri wrong’. It sent a fire through the villain duo, who wanted nothing more than to see the two writhe underneath them. So after the dinner, Kerri and Bosco suggested for them to take a shower before meeting them in their room. They were glad that the dinner allowed them to discuss their preferences and boundaries. Bosco and Kerri were definitely going to use that to their advantage.

Gigi was not proving Kerri wrong. Not in the slightest. In fact, she was doing the opposite. Gigi currently found herself in a frog-tie position on the bed but instead of her arms being behind her back, they were stretched out and tied to the headboard. She was blindfolded, while Kerri was behind her, taking her time with teasing the hero. Jasmine, on the other hand, was not blindfolded, but she was bent over a chair and tied to it with Bosco standing behind her, watching the other two on the bed. “Since you’re such a top, do you care to explain yourself?” Kerri giggles by Gigi’s ear. “Fuck you - oh” “Still as bratty as your girlfriend, even in this position” Kerri sighs with a fake dramatic tone, her finger in Gigi’s ass. “Sh-shut up, ah!” Gigi lets out a small squeak when Kerri spanks her. “Keep this up and I’ll gag you” she fake threatens, but feels Gigi loosening up more. During their interaction, Bosco has only been letting her fingers skitter across Jasmine’s back and ass, not giving her more attention than that, while Jasmine whined. “B-Bosco, please” “Shh, I’m watching” Bosco whispers, lightly pinching the skin of Jasmine’s thigh. Bosco was enjoying the way Jasmine would try - and fail - to get her to stop teasing, but it was all too fun. 

“You just want someone to have their way with you, don’t you?” Kerri teases, and slaps Gigi’s ass again, making her let out a high pitched whine. All Gigi could do was nod frantically, the teasing stimulation getting to her. “Please” she groans out, and Kerri raises a brow, then bends over to whisper in her ear. “Please what?” “Fuck me” Gigi groans, but Kerri just laughs. “Wasn’t it... what, five, ten minutes ago you said you wouldn’t beg me or Bosco for anything?” she questions, and Gigi lets out a whimper. Gigi had originally tried to be the one in control of the situation, but that plan backfired the second Kerri pinned her down to the mattress and kissed her neck. “If you’re not gonna fuck me, untie me and I’ll fuck you instead” Gigi fires out, and Kerri simply hums before harshly sucking on the plane of Gigi’s back. “Your girlfriend looks really pretty in that position, don’t you think?” Bosco asks, inserting a finger into Jasmine, who whines. “S-she always looks pretty” Jasmine sighs out, paying attention to the way Gigi’s body reacts to Kerri’s touch. “I’m sure she does. Now tell me, has she ever put you in that position? Or this one?” Bosco asks, then gets on her knees to lick Jasmine’s hole. It makes her tense up and moan, the stimulation still no where near enough to satisfy her. “I asked you a question” “She has” Jasmine whines out as Bosco sucks on the flesh of her ass.

Kerri set a swift pace, thrusting two fingers into Gigi while using her other hand to massage her balls. Gigi’s labored breathing made Kerri wanted to just go for it, but she wanted to make sure Gigi was ready for that. She slowly added a third finger, and noticed Gigi tensing up a bit with a small inhale. “Do you want to stop or take a break?” Kerri whispers by Gigi’s ear, who shakes her head. “I-I’m good, thank you” she sighs out, and Kerri gives her a gentle kiss on the cheek. She fingers her a bit more, before stopping to roll a condom on. “Are you ready?” Kerri asks and Gigi just nods frantically, craving her release. Bosco takes that as the ‘go’ to start genuinely prepping Jasmine, who whined when Bosco hit her spot. 

Kerri slowly pushed her dick into Gigi, who lets out a load groan. She still moves in slowly, until she reaches the base of her dick. Kerri lets out a loud moan, and Bosco starts unwrapping her condom. Kerri starts to move out, and go back in, setting a rhythmic pace. Jasmine lets out an obscene groan when Bosco enters her, who sighs at the feeling of Jasmine around. “Fuck, you look and feel so amazing around me. How do I feel baby?” “G-good. So good” Gigi sighs out, feeling her arms start to tire out a bit. 

Kerri and Bosco went at it with the two heroes, sometimes slowing down to tease them, and switching between degrading or praising them. It doesn’t take much longer for any of them to finish, the four of them fully riled up by the different stimulations. When they end up finishing, Bosco and Kerri untie the two women beneath them, and lead them to the bathroom to help clean and care for them. 

“So, did you enjoy ‘proving us wrong’?” “Shut up” Gigi mumbles into Kerri’s shoulder, falling into a deep sleep. 

#jasmine kennedie #bosco #kerri colby #gigi goode #poly relationship #t4t #villain x hero au

[spacecadetspe]

A snippet from last year…

Feb. 28, 2023

A good deal has happened in the past several days. I got W for the weekend, and was disappointed to learn he was developing a cold. Now, I love my kid, but his bratty side came out in full force, and I was not having it.

He had a headache when I came home, and was vegging out in front of the TV. I warned him that TV might make it worse, but he was so pitiful that I mostly left him alone. I made rabbit with Spanish rice to celebrate his arrival, but instead of eating, the poor little guy lay down on the couch and went to sleep. He had no dinner or dessert; he woke up only to go to the bathroom and get into his pajamas, and then went to bed.

Mom told me strep throat had been going around, so I was sure to look out for other symptoms, but he never seemed to develop any, beyond some irritation in his throat. So I suggested we run a few short errands and return home to make pho. When we did, though, W lay back down on the couch and began to gripe. He was cold. His head hurt. He wanted me to build a fire.

I get it; the kid was sick. And sick kids complain. What bothered me was that I gave him options to get him more comfortable, and he fought me on them.

"My throat hurts." I made him hot tea and offered him two different methods of taking painkillers. He waited until the tea was cold and fought me on taking the medicine. He then pulled me away from my cooking (my hands were literally in the rabbit carcass) to get him a heavier blanket. He asked me to build a fire, but I was cooking, so I told him he had to wait. Then when the fire went out, he complained about that.

And after all that, he ate very little again. His throat hurt, and he refused to eat the pork that I prepared to go with the soup. He gagged on it, of all the histrionic responses.

I lost it. I told him that if he wants me to take care of him, then he can't fight me on every little thing I do. I asked if he would rather have his teachers taking care of him, or X's girlfriend, and he shook his head. "Then when am I going to be good enough?" I asked.

He started crying. He realized then that he'd hurt me. "You are good enough," he wept.

"Then I need you to show me that. I can't just know. I can't read your mind."

We ended the argument with a hug, and then he ate some of his cabbage and sipped a little on his soup. He told me about a dream he'd had the night before.

I always read him stories, but this time was a little different. I made the attempt to introduce him to an astral guide (of his choosing). I wasn't expecting to be successful, as prior attempts had just ended with him playing make-believe about his school friends. But this time, just as he drifted off, he said the guide's name: Ropana!

He told me that she had given him all her toys and electronics and junk food in his dream. That it was fun... but it was also bad. I asked how it was bad.

"Well, when I asked for broccoli, she gave me a plastic broccoli toy." Broccoli is W's favorite vegetable, and I'm aware that Ropana is a fabulous cook, so when I heard this, I furrowed my brow.

"Well, why did she do that?" I asked.

He didn't know, but we found out together later that evening. He called upon Ropana as he lay in bed, and she presented herself to extrapolate her point.

"Sometimes the things that look good and taste good are not good for you," she explained. "Your mother is trying to do what's best for you, and that's not always going to be pleasing. The truth is rarely so palatable."

The following night, she cooked for W. It was strange, fragrant food, some of which W did not like (though he was a good boy and tried a little of everything), and a few things which he did like! He said it was harder to process, but much healthier and more fulfilling than just tasty junk food.

In other news, Echidna and Phobetor have faced off.

I'd been worried about him after going so far out of his depth, and he approached me to give me some comfort and set things right that Echidna hadn't noticed. We talked about him retiring, and about how the other nightmares were faring under Echidna's charge, but he picked up on the feeling that I was unhappy, somehow. I told him how she and I had exchanged our most secret fears, and Phobetor kindly informed me how bad an idea that actually was.

I was able to reassure Echidna that she would survive... but I knew she couldn't allay my own fear of not mattering, and it wasn't her job to, besides. Phobetor stopped me then to take my hand and lean in.

"We do it because we love you."

The answer to my deepest, darkest fears. It was something seemingly so innocuous, that has been whispered in my ear every night. I matter because I am loved. Because I create and perpetuate love.

I stayed with him that night. He gives really great cuddles, and it's interesting that he shifts form in his sleep. He's not quite sure who he is underneath the monstrous facade he wears for the benefit of Earth's dreamers.

And in the face of possible retirement, his choice was to follow me! I had no idea what to do with that. I don't know what to do with most of the people who decide they want to follow me. But he loves me.

Hermes brought me news of Echidna's exploits soon after. She's been assigning children to the waking minds of dreamers (which is usually taboo), so I've had to send notice to the Pseudologoi to let them know that these are kids, not organized factions, and they are merely there to observe (I grow tired of putting out fires).

Echidna put several souls up on stakes for the dreamlings to try to process, and Phobetor stepped in. He accepted her challenge and proceeded to organize the minds of one hundred of the most difficult minds Echidna could find. He then bade her take time in the infirmary before considering if she was truly worthy to lead.

After that, I sat down to converse with Hermes. When we started our working relationship, one of the things he said he wanted back was his legitimacy, and for some reason that rubbed me the wrong way. I asked where he thought his legitimacy came from, as I didn't think I was capable of returning it.

He was angry at first, but when I explained that nobody has the right to determine his legitimacy, he seemed surprised. He suggested that Zeus had done so, and I shook my head. Zeus demanded subservience for those whom he favored, and even still, he managed to undermine their worth whenever he felt like it. Hermes realized then that Zeus had both spoiled and bullied most of his offspring. Not only that, but he was placed in a station well below his faculties and expected to be "an errand boy for an inbred coterie."

I replied that he was capable of amazing things, even things he didn't intend, and that his legitimacy depended on him taking himself, his actions, and his consequences seriously. Nobody had the right to undermine him; not even me.

This pretty much broke him; he sat down on my couch and began to cry deeply. I offered him my comfort, and he stayed for a while to process this heavy revelation. Perhaps I couldn't grant him legitimacy... but I was still capable of treating him like he was worthy of being taken seriously.

#parenting #dreams #spicy psychology #trauma

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

Good morning! Sorry, I had to step away last night, so I wouldn't bite your pretty head off with how bratty you were being. I've sent you painkillers, they should be somewhere near your bed, if my aim was good enough.

How are you feeling?

I'm not nearly as hungover as you thought I would be, so I would say that's pretty good.

And don't apologize, I tend to have that effect on people. It's kind of my signature or something. I leave everyone frustrated and pissed off.

#yeong rply; #mister magic;

[divinesleft-a]

A DAY

#so good news is my car is being fixed today i hope #bad news is i have my worst student on zoom in 10 minutes #super rude kid super spoiled and bratty and literally unteachable #and my back is still KILLING me #and i cant have any super strong painkillers bc of my anxiety meds #so like i have to choose between not crying over my pain #or being able to form words

[worstlovesong]

lmao and what makes you think you're "ahead" now baby? i'll admit you had me kind of flustered in the beginning but you know my nerves calm down after a while. are you sure you're not just quitting before it gets to /you/?

Oh I definitely am 100%

Also I was typing a thing for kinesiology and finishing a chem assignment (multitasking is not my forte) and I had to put my phone across the room so I would stop getting distracted skks

#look #a bitch took her painkillers tonight #because ribs are trying to escape holy shit ow #so she’s a little out of it #she has no filter #things could be said #babygirl is tryna be smart and /not/ bratty #because honestly i thought about going full brat but hhh better not #also i think my followers are done with my bullshit tonight lmao #me: *hates when I use the royal we or refer to myself in third person or call myself babygirl* #me: *does it all the fucking time* #smh #shut up cj #asks #answered #monmielbebe #🦁

[personasintro]

bruhhhhh what about a drabble in which y/n is a little TOO drunk and jimin and tae cant handle her after they brought her back to her apartment so jk the mf king comes to beat her ass 🥊🥊🥊 ( and he is like able to shush her and shes intimidated by him ) 😏✨🤭

A part of Mutual Help series!

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language

word count: 1.9k+

a/n: I hope you’re enjoying these!! please let me know what you think about it and if I should write more of them x

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You’re not the one to usually get fucked up.

With friends like Taehyung and Jimin, you’re usually the one looking after them and calling them a cab so they get home safely. They’re the wild ones that love to party, talk to other women and spend the night making out with them, if not inviting them to their apartments for a casual hook-up.

So, when the time comes and you tell yourself to “fuck it” because you’ve to loosen up and release all the tension from your new job and the responsibility that comes with it, you’re the one that needs to be taken care of.

However, even though you’ve planned to drink a little more tonight than you usually do, you haven’t planned to get fucked up at one of those nights where Taehyung insisted on going to a club. Again.

To be honest, you’re not sure what he likes about clubbing that much. You don’t like it but you go, because it’s always fun with your friends. But there are other factors that make you literally go “nooo” when someone proposes to go clubbing. Like all the people, sweaty people, that don’t know anything about personal space. Some of them probably carry perfumes, most of them being women because you could always smell the mix of different perfumes whenever you’d enter the restroom. It’s not a nice smell though. It makes you vomit and especially when you’ve had enough.

Not mentioning all the intrusive guys who are drunk and just looking for a vagina they could fuck.

It sounds as if you’re going clubbing often, but you’re not. If it weren’t for your friends, you’d barely go clubbing because you’re not the type to want that on your own. It’s not usually your idea to go, if ever. But everything seems fun with your friends and honestly, you feel comfortable enough to go with them.

Friends, who probably find you very difficult and annoying at the moment as they’re trying to make you sit on the small bench in your corridor.

“I hate clubbing,” you mutter drunkenly at them, laughing when Taehyung gets on his knees in front of you and tries to grab your ankles to take off your heels.

“We know, you tell us that every time you get wasted.” Taehyung mutters, ignoring the way your mouth falls open in disbelief.

“Taehyungie,” Jimin scolds him, getting on his knees as well to help Taehyung who seems to have trouble with taking off your heels.

Giggling through the entire time, you’re suddenly reminded of something when you look at the two men in front of you, seeing nothing but the top of their heads. “I got two men on their knees.”

Taehyung looks up, cocking his brow at you and finding you extremely annoying as you’re laughing to the point your shoulders shake. Jimin chuckles, nudging Taehyung with his shoulder as he breaks out a grin before they finally get your heels off.

“Kook, we’re taking her to the bedroom!” Jimin calls out to Jungkook who must be somewhere in your apartment. You can’t remember where he went.

“Oooh, sounds… exciting boys!” you joke, your voice resounding in your apartment.

Jungkook chuckles at that, currently in your kitchen preparing you a glass of water and pulling out painkillers from one of the cabinets. You’ll need it for sure. There’s a lot of commotion coming out of your room, something about taking off your make-up which makes Taehyung groan loudly. Jungkook doesn’t fight off the amused grin, only because now Taehyung finally understands how annoying he’s being when he’s drunk. Or at least he hopes he understands.

Jungkook pulls a coke out of your fridge and pours some for himself and for the guys, knowing they’ll have to wait until you fall asleep so they can go. Honestly, Jungkook wonders if one of them should spend the night just in case you get sick. Which you probably will because he hasn’t seen you this drunk in a while. You mentioned something about work when you first entered the club and had your first drink. However, Jungkook wonders if the problem lies somewhere else and that is Heaven. Or whatever his name is.

You’ve been dating for a while and it’s been only over two weeks since you mentioned the relationship isn’t what it used to be. He can smell a break-up in the air and he wonders if you got drunk because it either already happened or you know it will. Maybe he’s just overthinking this. Maybe you just wanted to have fun and get fucked up like Taehyung and Jimin do on a daily basis.

“Jungkook!” Taehyung suddenly yells, the door being opened before they’re loudly shut, Jimin’s soft but loud voice heard for a second.

Jungkook straightens up, ready to make a way over there but before he can move, Taehyung already storms into the kitchen. Face read and annoyed as he looks out of breath, as if he was fighting off a—

“Demon,” Taehyung breathes out, “Y/N is a freaking demon when she’s drunk.”

Jungkook laughs, “She’s just drunk, Tae.”

“Yeah, and she just slapped me for apparently pressing her eyes too harshly when I tried to take off her make-up because she can’t go to sleep without taking it off. God, that woman is a nightmare when she’s drunk!”

“It’s not like you’re a dream when you’re drunk,” Jungkook murmurs, earning a huge glare from Taehyung who keeps his mouth shut because deep down, he knows he’s just as bad.

“Go there! She’s your responsibility right now!” Taehyung exclaims loudly as Jungkook rolls his eyes and puts his body to a move as he brushes past Taehyung.

He barely gets to hold the doorknob before the door is being pushed open again and exhausted Jimin makes eye contact with him. “Great, you’re here!”

Jimin is out of the room and quickly joins Taehyung in the kitchen. Bastards…

Jungkook warily makes it into your room, looking around and barely noticing the flying pillow aimed at him. He catches it at the last minute, frowning at you as you’re standing at the corner of your room next to your closet, still wearing the dress that you wore to the club.

“What was that for?” Jungkook exclaims, watching you drunkenly and messily walk towards your bed before you take another pillow. Before Jungkook knows it, it’s thrown in his direction all over again and he catches it effortlessly and stomps his way over to you.

You’re screaming as if he’s about to kill you, trying to get away from him by jumping onto your bed and getting off the other side.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook asks, trying to get you from the other side but for a drunk person, you’re quick and make it out of your bed while standing in the middle of the room.

Jungkook stands there, watching you with narrow eyes for a moment. You do the same thing, stumbling a little. Jungkook uses the moment of surprise and he rushes over to you, not giving you any time to react and even when you try to, he gets a hold of you.

“What the fuck,” Jungkook groans when you trash in his arms, “Calm down, you need to get to bed. You’re going to hurt yourself, you damn woman.”

“No!” you whine, gasping when Jungkook lifts you up while his arms are wrapped around your waist, tossing you to the bed.

“Stop it,” he scolds you in a warning, pointing his finger at you which makes you slouch your shoulders in defeat. “What’s the matter?”

“I wanna go clubbing!” you pout, slapping your hands beside your sides like a bratty kid which makes Jungkook roll his eyes at your behavior.

He hears Jimin and Taehyung peeking out behind the door, watching the scene in front of them with curious and amused eyes. Jungkook glares at them but they just grin at them, silently telling him “See?”.

“You’re acting like a brat, Y/N,” Jungkook comments, sitting on the edge of your bed as you dramatically gasp. “And you’re drunk. You wanted to go home just a few minutes ago.”

“Yeah?” you ask, holding your head high as you’re fighting off the pout again. “Well, I wanna go back. I changed my mind.”

“You can’t just change your mind,” Jungkook shakes his head, “You’re already home.”

“You’re no fun,” you comment, tossing yourself on the back as you stare at the ceiling. “I don’t wanna be alone here.” you almost whisper, not really sure why you just admitted that all of a sudden.

Just a minute ago you were having fun and wanted nothing but be alone.

“We could stay here…” Jungkook reminds you softly. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Can you? I think I’m gonna throw up once I fall asleep.” you admit, causing Jungkook to laugh a little. You sound so innocent and child-like. If you weren’t wearing that tight dress, he would actually believe you’re a kid for a moment.

“How about you change your clothes and put some pajamas on? We’re gonna set the couch and stay the night.”

“You’re not gonna fit there!” you whine, “Can you stay here with me?”

It wouldn’t be the first time you guys share a bed, but ever since you started dating Haechan there weren’t many opportunities to do that, nor were you looking for those opportunities. You’re not sure how he’d like that and just out of respect, you and Jungkook mutually understood you should tone it down even though nothing ever happens. You’re friends.

“You sure?” he asks, raising his brow. You might be wasted but you can still think logically, which couldn’t be said five minutes ago.

“Yeah,” you nod eagerly, “Can you rub my back though?”

Jungkook laughs, Jimin and Taehyung join too who are still watching the two of you and how easily Jungkook has handled you. “Deal, but be in bed in your pajamas once I come back. Or no back rubbing.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Y/N!” Jungkook screeches, standing up as he looks at you in annoyance. You’re such a brat, you know he hates being called that and you’re still teasing and annoying him even in your current state.

Taehyung cackles and Jimin joins too, not being able to hold it any longer as Jungkook rushes them out of the door to give you the privacy. Once Jungkook makes it to your room to check on you, you’re patiently waiting for him and his back rubs patting the spot next to you. God, he thought you’d fall asleep.

But he joins you, rubbing your back just like he promised until you fall asleep so he can take a shower. Jimin and Taehyung are already sprawled on your couch, talking a bit before they fall asleep too. And when you wake up in the middle of the night, Jungkook holds the bucket for you until you fall asleep again, silently apologizing.

The next morning, Taehyung doesn’t forget to remind you what a pain in the ass you were which causes Jimin to scold him while Jungkook glares at his older friend. But you easily tell him to fuck off, reminding him all of the times he was the one being annoying and a pain in the ass.

Jungkook doesn’t fight off the grin he gives you. You can take care of yourself, maybe not entirely when you’re wasted but you can easily handle Kim Taehyung.

#networkbangtan #bts smut #jungkook x reader #bts au #bts angst #bts fluff #jeon jungkook au #jungkook x y/n #ask: mutual help #personasintro

[sinner-as-saint]

I Did Something Bad - 1.

Bodyguard!Stucky x Reader AU

Part 2 <<

Run-through: You’re a rich spoilt brat, and your two bodyguards are the ones who have to put up with you and your attitude all day every day. Until one day, they’ve had about enough. And they decide to tame the brat in you…

Themes: bratty!reader, smut, daddy kink, bodyguard!stucky

“What a brat.” Steve mumbled under his breath.

“I agree.” Bucky sent a brief nod towards him.

They were both right behind you, each holding your countless shopping bags as they walked the steps which led to the front door of your house.

Correction, your father’s house. You didn’t actually own anything, you were just blessed enough to have been born in a filthy rich family. And you were an only child, so your parents treated you like you were the most precious thing in the world. You were spoilt.

Spoilt like Steve and Bucky had never seen before. You had people to do everything for you. You didn’t even do your own make up or hair in the morning; you had an entire team for that.

Your parents were away most of the time, on business trips and earning more money so you could be even more of a spoilt brat. Given they were away, they had two of the most highly trained, professional bodyguards stay with you to ensure your safety – Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.

The two were the best of friends, and initially they didn’t even want to put up with you. But the paychecks which came from your father each month were hefty. So they compromised; put up with your annoying, bratty self just for the salary.

There were other perks of the job. They got to stay in a lavish mansion, they got to travel everywhere, enjoy the finest things in life, along with you.

 “Uh, can one of you guys come help me?” came the sound of your voice from inside your bedroom. The two men who were outside your bedroom groaned quietly.

They shared a look and opened the door to your grand bedroom and stepped in. They always envied you, and all the nice things you had without even having work a day in your life. They both looked around, looking for you in the spacious bedroom.

You stepped out of the walk-in closet wearing a black, lace bodysuit – showing off your cleavage and your legs.

The two men’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

Oh another perk to the job, you were smoking hot. And that almost made up for your attitude that they had to put up with at times, because who wouldn’t like a doll parading around them all the time?  

You walked up till you stood in front of them, nonchalantly checking out the new rings and jewelry you had on, which you had bought earlier. Not caring about the fact that you were semi-naked in front of the two.

“Can one of you zip me up?” you spoke, without looking up.

And it took both of them a few seconds to process everything. They shared a look again, filthy things on both their minds.

“I’ll do it.” Steve spoke up before Bucky could even open his mouth and offer to help. The latter glared at his friend. Steve walked up behind you, and gently pushed all your hair out of the way and shifting it over your shoulder while he shamelessly let his eyes roam over your semi-exposed body.

He took his sweet time to find the zipper and closing it gently, letting his fingertips lightly caress your skin. He admired the shape of your body once he was done, Bucky did the same. You walked away from Steve, not even thanking him and went on to admire yourself in the mirror.

The two men couldn’t take their eyes off you as you posed in front of the mirror, checking yourself out and clicking pictures here and there.

“I want a green smoothie.” You said, to no one in particular. But neither of them heard because they were busy checking you out. And seeing they weren’t moving you turned around and faced them. “Hello? I said I want green smoothie.” You said, as usual, in that bratty voice of yours. You had absolutely no patience, you were a total brat.

But that didn’t matter right now. Not when you looked like that; beautiful and enticing, but so out of their league.

Bucky cleared his throat and peeled his eyes off you. “Steve will get it. Someone has to stay here with you.” He made the decision without even sparing Steve a look.

And poor Steve had to agree and leave the room. While Bucky stayed in your room and enjoyed the show as you tried on all the clothes and lingerie you bought earlier today.

 You caught Bucky staring at you through the mirror and you internally smirked. You considered yourself lucky that the two bodyguards your dad had appointed were both eye candy. All your friends drooled over both of them; you included.

How could you not? They were always so… hot. Black suits, dark sunglasses whenever you were out, broody and handsome; they could make any one’s heart flutter. You knew how the brat in you annoyed them, but you couldn’t help it. You liked the look on their faces when they realize that they can’t do otherwise but obey you.

 Steve returned with your smoothie and you took it, again without thanking him. He noticed you were in another bodysuit, nude colored this time and much more flimsy. He discretely sent a questioning look towards Bucky and the latter smirked and raised his eyebrow at him. As if boasting and saying, ‘yup, I helped her with that one.’

 “I’m going to the club later tonight.” You announced and the two men almost groaned out loud.

You were a true party animal. And Steve and Bucky hated your useless, equally as spoilt, friends. Each time you went clubbing, they always had to carry you home because you cannot handle alcohol for too long. And the worst part, they’d have to deal with your hungover self the next day.

Steve couldn’t help but point out. “This is the fifth time in the past three weeks. Are you sure you should be partying so much?” he sounded like he was done with you, but was still trying to be polite because you were still his boss’ daughter.

Bucky nodded, agreeing with his friend. And you frowned at both of them.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but do I pay you to lecture me?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest, your action accentuating your breasts.

Steve looked down at the ground, afraid he might have been staring at your chest for too long. “No ma’am.” He replied, hands in front of him – standing in a classic bodyguard pose.

You scoffed, giving them both a look which told them not to mess with you. “Good. We leave at ten thirty.” You announced and walked back into your walk-in closet.

 -

As predicted, you were wasted within the first three hours of being at the club. And just like always, Steve and Bucky had to carry you out and bring you home.

Luckily you didn’t throw up on the sidewalk or in the car this time. Your driver drove all of you home, and Bucky had you on his lap in the backseat, your feet on Steve’s lap. You were blacked out.

“She looks so angelic when she sleeps.” Steve commented, quietly.

Bucky chuckled. “Wait till she wakes up tomorrow and makes everyone’s life a living hell.” Bucky said, remembering the last time you were hungover and how you had him, Steve, your housekeeper, maids and chefs, all run around like headless chickens.

Steve chuckled at the same memory. “I swear if she treats us as her slaves like last time, I’m gonna quit.”

Bucky sent a look towards his friend. “Please don’t, I can’t handle her on my own.” He pretended to shiver at the thought of him having to put up with your antics all on his own.

And the two men shared a laugh.

 They put you to bed once you all made it home. They placed you under the covers, the maid took off your shoes and most of your jewelry, took out the pins in your hair and turned the lights off before they stepped out of your room.

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The next day, the minute they each woke up in their rooms, they heard your loud voice coming from upstairs. And they both groaned as they got ready for the day.

Steve was out of his room and on his way to you first. Bucky came shortly after. And they found you in bed, whining about having a terrible headache.

“Do you need painkillers?” Bucky asked and you glared at him.

“I already took them.” you spat at him.

Clearly you were going to be even more of a bitch today.

“Did you have breakfast?” Steve asked, standing at the end of your bed.

You groaned.

“The thought of food makes me want to throw up.” You whined, testing his patience already.

Steve sighed. “Look, you need to eat. It’s the only way you’ll get rid of the hangover-,”

You cut him off.

“Ugh, okay mom!” you mocked. “Fine, whatever, just get out.” You said rather rudely. And while Steve was still debating what to say to you, Bucky spoke up.

He stepped up closer to you, standing by the side of your bed. “Hey, easy. We’re just trying to help. You need to eat so y-,”

You cut him off as well. “Like I said before, I don’t pay you to lecture me, why do you even-,” you were going off but this time Steve cut you off.

“Enough!” he raised his voice, and both you and Bucky turned to look at him. He had never acted like this before. You could see the irritation on his face as he stared at you.

“You don’t pay us, first of all, your father does! You don’t do anything other than sit there and be a brat and spend his money! We technically don’t work for you, we work for him. So let us do our jobs, which is to take care of his spoilt daughter who has no manners whatsoever. His daughter who treats people like slaves! People who actually care about her more than her own parents do!” He spat, making your jaw drop.

He continued, less loudly this time. “For once, drop your attitude and do as we say. Get in the shower, and then come downstairs. Breakfast will be ready by then.” He looked at you dead in the eyes while he scolded you. “Move, now!” the authority in his voice had you scram out of bed and rush into the bathroom immediately.

Once you shut the bathroom door behind you, Bucky turned to Steve and extended his arm so they could do their secret handshake.

“What was that?” he asked, clearly impressed.

Steve smirked. “Just taming the brat.” He answered.

Bucky laughed. “What if she tells her dad and gets us both fired?” he asked.

Steve knew you would never tell your dad because you would be somewhat ashamed in saying you got blacked out drunk at the club and then were rude to people afterwards. “She won’t.” he said and they both made their way out and into the kitchen.

 Breakfast was ready by the time you came downstairs, rather sheepishly. You kept your eyes to the ground as you sat at the kitchen island. Surprisingly, you waited patiently for your breakfast.

Bucky took the plate and placed it in front of you. Baked beans, hash browns, eggs, toast – not your usual breakfast because you normally had sugary cereal in the morning.

You sighed rather loudly, frowned and began complaining, “But this is n-,”

Bucky cut you off by grabbing your chin gently and tilting your head up so you looked up at him. He didn’t even think twice before touching your face, but you didn’t mind it. At all.

You looked up into his ocean blue eyes, very similar to Steve’s.

“A big breakfast will help, trust me. And it’s better than that bowl of sugar you’re used to.” He said, cracking a faint smile. You shyly returned him a smile. “Eat.” He pointed at the plate and went to find Steve in the living room.

 -

You were pretty quiet for the rest of the morning. Quiet as in, you weren’t throwing a fit when the meal that the chef made for you wasn’t what you wanted. Or you weren’t whining about how you hate everyone in this house. Or you weren’t being a bitch to absolutely everyone you saw because you were hungover.

You spent most of the day in your room, sulking. Mainly because you weren’t used to people talking in loud voices at you. Steve and Bucky came to check up on you a few times, asked you if there’s anywhere you need to go. But you said no each time. You barely spoke to them, at least you weren’t rude.

 You were tame – but it didn’t last for long.

-

The next day, you were back to being a brat. Once the hangover passed, you were just as loud and rude as before. You were even rude to Bucky – all your manners from the previous day forgotten – when he came to ask you what you wanted for breakfast.

“Is there a way to ever get a straight answer out of you for once, without you being sarcastic and bratty all the time?” he asked, wishing you were back to yesterday when you were all quiet and obedient.

You scoffed and got out of bed. “You or Steve yell at me one more time, and I will call dad and have both of you fired. You hear me?” you spat at him.

And he wanted to tell you off, like Steve did, but then he took one look at your appearance. Messy hair, your reading glasses on, an oversized white shirt – no pants. You looked too adorable to scold. So he let you go.

 You tested Steve’s patience too that day. As usual, people ran your errands and Steve brought you something that you had asked for and you took it without thanking him.

“Will a ‘thank you’ hurt?” he asked.

You glared at him.

“Stop it. You’re not my mom.” You said bitterly and he groaned and walked away.

-

This had been their daily lives for the past year and a half. And each day they thought there was no way you could out do yourself and be any more of a brat. Yet, each day you kept surprising them with how annoying you could be to deal with.

Then one day, you truly out did yourself.

You were nowhere to be found.

 “This is it, I’m calling her dad.” Steve took out his phone but Bucky stopped him.

“She’s our responsibility, calling her dad would be equivalent to digging our own graves. Don’t.” Bucky reasoned. He couldn’t even imagine calling a parent to tell them their child has gone missing.

They were both panicking. You had snuck out earlier in the afternoon, and it was now nighttime and you still weren’t back. The two were pacing around the living room.

“I don’t get it, usually she tells us before even going outside in the yard.” Bucky was trying to figure out what must’ve gone wrong.

Steve sighed, ready to punch something out of frustration. “She acts like such a child sometimes. Can’t even track her phone because she left it here.” He shook his head.

“It’s nearly midnight Steve, she should be back by now. We need to do something. Did you get anything from the camera footage?” Bucky was worried sick – both about your safety and his job.

Steve swore under his breath. “Nothing on there. I mean we don’t even know if she went out on her own or got kidnapped or some-,”

A voice cut him off.

“Chill moms, I’m fine.” You walked into the living room with a smirk on. And the two men looked at you like they were witnessing some miracle. Bucky was relieved, yet somewhat irritated. Steve was just angry.

“Where the hell have you been? You were missing for 8 hours!” Bucky asked, the smug look on your face was beginning to piss him off.

You didn’t bother answering, you walked right past them and into the kitchen. The two, now irritated, followed you.

“Answer, god damn it! Where have you been? We were worried sick!” Steve hissed.

You took a water bottle out of the fridge and took a long sip while looking at them both with nothing but cockiness in your eyes.

“Well good news, I was so annoying and bratty that the kidnappers dropped me right back home.” You fake smiled, obviously being sarcastic and walked out of the kitchen. You heard the two groaned as you left them in the kitchen.

 You rushed upstairs and went right into your bedroom, and not even a few seconds later – they both walked into your room very angrily and without even bothering to knock first.

You sighed. “Get out. I’m tired, I need to sleep.” You spoke, without looking up at them.

“I don’t think so. Now answer me, where the fuck have you been?” Bucky asked, clearly mad.

You chuckled. “Watch your tone with me.” You sassed.

Steve stepped forward and walked right up to you. He stood closer to you than usual, invading your personal space. But you didn’t mind it one bit.

“Or what, huh?” he asked, sliding his hand into your hair gently, tugging on it a little making your head tilt back so you looked up at him.

You were speechless as you looked up into his ocean blue eyes. Mainly because you weren’t expecting this, but also because the look on his face sent a tingle dancing down your spine, and ended right at your core. Definitely not a bad tingle.

When you recovered, you were about to lift your hand up and slap his hand away from you but then you realized that Bucky was behind you, locking your wrists in his grip behind your back.

“Let’s try that again, sweetheart. Where have you been?” Bucky whispered in your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear and making you shiver.

You looked up at Steve, immobilized and not hating it. “I… I was out with my girlfriends.” You confessed and almost whimpered when bucky tightened his grip around your wrists.

“And what did we say about sneaking out, or going anywhere without informing us?” Steve asked. You believed it might have been your imagination, but it felt as though he leaned in a little, bringing his face closer to yours.

It took you a few seconds to process given the proximity of the two men was interrupting your ability to think straight. “You… you said it was against the rules.” You remember that long talk you had with both of them the day they joined. When they took the time to explain the rules to you but all you did was roll your eyes at them and sigh.

Bucky chuckled darkly right in your ear. “Seems you have broken an important rule, sweetheart.” He gently kissed the skin beneath your ear and your eyes flew shut. Your lips parted as you tried hard not to moan at the feeling of his soft lips against your skin.

When you opened your eyes, you found Steve smirking down at you. He felt a rush course through him and leaned in to gently take your lower lip between his teeth; tugging on it playfully. His actions were gentle, but you shivered still. Steve bit down on your lip, while Bucky discretely kissed down your neck.

Then and there, something shifted in the air. It was a pleasant shift.

Steve chuckled against your mouth. “You never learn, babygirl.” he mumbled, against the side of your mouth. And the nickname had you almost whimpering.

Bucky softly nibbled on your skin at your shoulder; making you shudder. Steve tugged a little more on your hair and pulled away to look at you. If there’s anything you knew for sure in that moment, is that you wanted them. Both of them. Bad.

“Teach me then.” You whispered. And both of them smirked and shared a look.

If only you had been careful about what you wished for…

 You were kneeling on your bed, naked and with Bucky still holding your wrists behind your back. His grip was tight and strong, but you didn’t complain. You couldn’t because Steve had his two fingers gently pumping in and out of your mouth.

He had searched your bedside table a few minutes ago, and pulled out the vibrator wand which you had hidden in there. You wondered how he knew it was there. But before you could think over it too much, he turned it on and placed it in between your legs; right on top of your entrance.

You whined in pleasure, but he quickly shut you up by pushing his fingers past your lips. “Always whining like a brat.” He commented, smirking and wiggling the wand a little and making you whine louder. And to add on to your sweet torture, Bucky circled his arm around you and gently circled your clit with his two fingers.

“What is it babygirl, you can’t take it?” Steve taunted again.

You whimpered under their touch, but something told you that they wouldn’t let you have your way so easily this time.

“I know you’ve never heard ‘no’ in your life, sweetheart. But you will tonight.” Bucky murmured in your ear, making you tilt your head back; shivering against him.

Steve chuckled, removing his fingers from your warm mouth. “You’re not allowed to cum until you have our permission, babygirl. You hear me?”

You nodded and whimpered a pathetic yes.

Your thighs began trembling as they both messed with you. Steve changed the setting on the wand, making it more intense while Bucky tilted your head back and kissed you deeply. More like invaded your mouth like he owned it; pushing his tongue past your lips and stroking the top of your mouth. You whimpered, happily trapped between the two of them.

You felt the pressure forming in between your legs, and you involuntarily bucked your hips against the vibrator, trying desperately to chase your orgasm. Steve noticed, and he didn’t think twice before lifting the vibrator off you – denying you your release.

You groaned louder, the sound muffled by Bucky’s mouth on top of yours. He pulled away from the kiss and chuckled. “It’s frustrating, isn’t it baby?” he asked, softly. You looked up at him and nodded. His soft demeanor went away the minute you agreed. “Well that’s exactly how it feels when you don’t listen.” He growled leaning in again. You thought he was going to kiss you again, but instead he licked your swollen lower lip and spat into your open mouth.

His actions elicited a loud whine out of you.

“Look at me.” Steve slid his hands into your hair again and tugged on it. You looked at him with nothing but desire in your eyes. He let go of your hair and gripped your jaw while he placed the vibrator back against your core. You felt the vibrations all over your body, a familiar warmth washing over you while you stared into his icy blue eyes.

“Always boasting about your family’s money and power, you little brat.” Steve whispered, leaning in to bite your mouth again while he pressed the vibrator further against your core, making you drip and moan louder. “Who’s your daddy now, huh?”

Bucky fingers found your clit again, and they teased you just like before. “Tell us baby, who owns this bratty little cunt?” Bucky whispered menacingly in your ear, biting on your ear lobe.

You moaned again, both at the sensations and the words. “You do…” you breathed out, unable to form coherent sentences. They both chuckled, and continued their sweet torture on your body. Steve kissed along your jaw as he wiggled the wand around and make you scream louder, while Bucky’s fingers rubbed your clit furiously.

And you couldn’t take it anymore. “Can I-… please…” you begged and it was the first time they heard you ask for something so politely.

“What was that, babygirl?” Steve asked, pretending that he didn’t hear you the first time. And seeing you weren’t answering, he lifted the vibrator off you again. “I said, what was that?” he asked again, more sternly.

You whined and whimpered at being denied again. “Please… please can I cum?” you asked again, begging with your eyes shut to stop the tears of frustration from falling.

Bucky immediately wrapped a hand around your throat and tilted your head back. “Ask nicely sweetheart. Say ‘please daddy, I’ll be a good girl from now.’“ he mumbled against the side of your mouth.

Steve increased the intensity of the vibrator again and it made you repeat Bucky’s words wantonly. They were both pleased at your obedience, but not quite done with you yet.

“Look at me, babygirl.” For a moment, Steve’s voice had you fooled. You thought he was actually going to give in and would actually let you cum. “You want to cum for daddy?” he asked, and you nodded with hot tears falling down your cheeks. And just when you thought you were getting closer to your release, he lifted the wand off your body again.

“No. You will not cum until you’ve learnt your lesson.”

 They both toyed with your body like they owned it. They switched places and Bucky had the most fun in teasing you with the vibrator. He trailed it up and down your body, circling your erected nipples with the tip of the wand and then back down to where you craved it the most.

Tears streamed down your face.

“Are you crying, baby? Good, this would teach you not to be a brat next time,” Bucky spoke as he wiggled the toy around against your wet folds.

You begged them relentlessly, but they denied you each time. Looking you deep in the eyes and saying, ‘No.’ Yet, a twisted part of you liked how they treated you like they owned you. Like you were nothing but a toy to them, for them to play with as they pleased.

Your pleas were incessant, and wanton. Steve pushed two of his fingers past your entrance while Bucky placed the wand right on your clit – unmoving. Steve’s fingers stroked your walls so slowly that it was almost agonizing.

“Aww you’re dripping all over my hand, babygirl.” He commented, making you squeeze around his fingers. Your arousal leaked out of you, coating the tip of the toy and his fingers alike. He could see what they were both doing to you, and he liked the control they both had over you. “Look at how you’re shaking.” He taunted again.

You begged again, to no one in particular. And the reply was just as disappointing as earlier. “No. Spoilt brats with no manners don’t get to cum so easily.”

And you whined again.

“Shh, you’re gonna take all that we give you. And you’re not gonna be a brat about it, you understand?” Steve silenced you.

Bucky gripped your jaw and kissed you deeply again, swallowing your pathetic moans while he pressed the wand further against you. Your body trembled, you moaned as soon as the vibrating tip came in contact with your sensitive spot. Your body shuddered as he wiggled it around just a bit. The sensation was overwhelming.

“Do you want us to stop, babygirl?” Steve mumbled in your ear, his fingers slipping in and out of you and the wet sounds were obscene.

You shook your head and Bucky pulled away to let you talk. “No, no please… don’t stop…” the last thing you wanted was for them to leave you here, frustrated and burning with desire.

 Unfortunately, that’s exactly what they did.

“Well guess what, sweetheart? You don’t get to make the rules this time. You can’t always have what you want.” Bucky smirked as he lifted off the wand from you and turned it off.

Steve chuckled and kissed your neck, releasing your sore wrists. “Good night, babygirl.” They both stood up from your bed, leaving you naked, whimpering, and tear-stained, burning with need and most of all; dripping wet.

Your body was worn out, after being with them for the past hour or two. Or maybe more, you couldn’t tell because you were a little disoriented. But you couldn’t believe that they were just walking away from you, without giving you what you so desperately wanted.

“And don’t you dare touch yourself.” Bucky said, before he walked out of your room.

Steve took a good look at you; what a beautiful mess he and Bucky had made. “See you tomorrow.” He winked before he shut the door behind him.

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a/n: fear not, there’s a part 2 coming soon ;)

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