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“ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝜗𝜚 “

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: popular!mean!matt x quiet!introverted!fem!oc

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a story in which a quiet introverted girl attempts to befriend her popular neighbor

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (p in v, slight praise kink, use of pet names), cursing, arguing, kissing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.1k

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𝐚/𝐧: first off thank u sm for 340 followers 😭😭😭 i love each and every single person who’s ever came across my account thank u sm for taking time to read my stuff. also thank u to everyone who’s shown love to this series!!!! i loved writing it so much im so sad it’s over now :( i plan to do another series at some point so stay tuned for that! i hope u all enjoy the final part <3333 i love u all sm! 💕💕

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addilyn richardson,

was currently standing in front of her torn apart closet on a monday morning, contemplating what to wear. normally she would just throw on something comfortable, but today was the day her and matt had their science project to present. she woke up with a sick feeling in her stomach, presumably from nervousness. the nervousness from presenting, and from seeing matt for the first time in days. she stood there, seriously considering playing hooky today and going back to sleep. it was so cold, and the warmth of her bed was calling out to her. she shook her head. she couldn’t do that to matt, though, not after she treated him this weekend. she texted him early saturday morning that she was still “feeling under the weather” and that it was best if they wrapped up the project on their own. all they had left was the worksheet, so it wasn’t a lot of work to do, but deciding to work alone and then submit it was risky. she had ignored his questions of how the project was coming along, and she even declined nicks request to hang out at his house. although he was weary, matt trusted addilyn, though, he knew she was a smart girl and she could pass them with ease.

addilyn sighed, settling on a her favorite pair of jeans. she rummaged through the clothes on the hangers, trying to find something that paired well with the pants. she found a small blue lacy tank top, close to the blue of matt’s eyes, and decided on that. she shook her head, trying to push thoughts of the brunette haired boy to the back of her mind. she had to focus today, no more matt, she could not mess up her presentation in front of her class. she looked in her mirror quickly, before opting to put a silky white headband in her hair, attempting to make her curls look a little neater. she tugged a sweater on over her shoulders, grabbing her backpack, before heading out the door.

she hasn’t gotten a ride from matt for the last couple days, not since the day they came so close to kissing. granted, matt would have driven her if she asked, but she grew distant with him, not wanting to embarrass herself anymore than she already had. that moment kept replaying in her head all weekend. how she felt him nearly pressed against her body, the feeling of their noses brushing against one another, how close their lips were to touching one another. she thought about what it would feel like to kiss matt. if it would be gentle, their lips barely grazing one another, or if it’d be the rough, messy kind, where it was a clash of teeth together. she wouldn’t have minded either one, as long as she was kissing matt.

addilyn. she told herself. get a hold of yourself. you need to present well today.

making her way to the bus stop, she saw matt’s van drive past her, nick sitting in the back. addilyn sighed, putting her earbuds in as she waited for the bus alone in the cold. a part of her hoped matt would’ve pulled over, jumping out of the van, and ushering her in quickly, telling her that she did nothing wrong and he liked her back. they would drive to school together, walking in hand in hand, until they had to go separate ways. but he didn’t, he simply kept on driving.

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“i hope you all are ready to present today,” the physics teacher announced as the bell rang, watching a few stragglers shuffle in. addilyn held her breath, looking over to matt. he didn’t turn around to meet her gaze. “maria and joey already offered to go first, but before each group goes up, i’ll allow you guys to prepare yourselves in the hallway.”

addilyn sighed of relief. she only briefly met with matt before class to go over their assignment quickly, barely having enough time to make sure they did it right. although she was confident in her part of the work, she couldn’t help but feel worried it was wrong. she was so out of it this weekend, picking up her phone every five minutes to see if matt would reach out her, and ignoring him when he did. she partly felt bad, but that feeling would instantly be washed over with embarrassment. he texted her a few times in the span of the two days, but addilyn just kept on ignoring matt, praying he would just forget about it and let her work. by sunday, though, matt stopped reaching out to her. she couldn’t help but feel disappointed, but she knew ignoring him would get the boy to leave her alone. but deep down she hoped that if she pushed him away enough he would come back around.

the class watched as each group went up, sitting in anticipation waiting for their turn. about four groups in, addilyn and matt were on deck to go.

“gianna and kian, you’re up now. addilyn and matthew are after if you guys want to go to the hallway.” the teacher told them.

the two of them glanced at one another, slowly getting up and going into the hallway with their project. taking in a deep breath, addilyn looked at matt up and down. he wore dark blue baggy jeans with his car keys clipped onto the belt loop, accompanied with a black and red t-shirt that read ransom across the front. he wore a black zip up over his clothes, where his hands were currently engulfed by the sleeves. her stomach was instantly in knots as matt smiled at her and sat the experiment down delicately on the linoleum floor. he pulled out a bag of marbles from his zip up’s pockets. “you ready?”

addilyn nodded quietly, watching as he bent down, setting the marble on the top part of the slope. he let it go, watching it go down and run its course. it raced down all the slopes, speeded through all the sharp turns, evening spinning around and around the funnel they added. it was flawless. matt and addilyn smiled at one another, both of their chests feeling tight.

“you finished the packet, right?” matt asked, looking at the paper she held in her hands. “can i see it?”

she nodded slowly, a soft blush creeping onto her cheek, handing the pile of paper to the boy in front of her. she hadn’t seen him in person since friday afternoon when he bumped into her, when he saw her crying. she had been so embarrassed. she had a crush on the kid for barely a week and she’d been a crying wreck over him. how pathetic of her. she wanted to explain to matt that afternoon she was upset about something that happened earlier in school, but she couldn’t bring herself to look in his eyes without bursting into tears. instead, she ran away and ignored him all weekend. she watched matt intently as he looked through the packet, seeing the mix of both of their handwriting as they had both taken turns working on it. he paused as he got to one section addilyn did over the weekend by herself.

she watched as his eyebrows furrowed. “are you sure you calculated this right?” he asked, showing her the paper as she leaned into him to look. she could smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne. she flashed back to last week, when his face was inches from her and the only thing she could smell was him. his scent stayed in her room all night. matt’s voice snapped her back to reality. “i think you used the wrong formula.”

“no i didn’t, matt.” she told him confidently, looking up to meet his eyes. she looked back down at the work, going over it carefully. she was certain she did it correctly.

“no, you used the formula for potential energy, not kinetic.” matt pressed back, showing her the paper and pointing. “look.” she directed her gaze back down at the equation in front of her, then back at him absolutely dumbfounded.

“i didn’t.”

“you did.”

“matt, i know what i’m doing,” she told him, her voice starting to grow louder. “i know i did it right.”

“addy, you did it wrong.” matt shot back at her, also starting to become frustrated.

she didn’t even realize she was yelling. it’s as if all the flirting and joking they shared with each other over the last week was gone, and it was the first day all over again. “who’s the straight a student here, matt? i know i did my work right. you just don’t want to admit you’re wrong!”

he shook his head, opening his mouth to speak, before addilyn interrupted him. “i know how to do this shit matt, you don’t, so don’t come out here questioning my work that i know is ri-”

he cut her off by pulling her by the arm into an empty classroom, dropping the papers to the floor and shutting the door behind them. her back was flush to the door, matt standing over her with his arms extended on either side of her head. the space between them was so small, it was dizzying. she looked up at him, trying not to let it falter her confidence.

“what is your issue?” she spat, “we need to go over our project.”

“my issue?” matt yelled, “what’s my issue? you’re the one who’s been acting weird the last four days! we wouldn’t be in this situation right now if you just did the project with me over the weekend instead of avoiding me.”

if looks could kill, matt would be six feet under the ground. addilyn glared up at him. “i wasn’t avoiding you, asshole, i was sick.”

“sick, my ass,” he argued, “you were avoiding me! i know you were!”

“was not.”

“were too”

“matt,” she whisper-shouted. he still had her against the door. “stop it.”

he looked down at her sighing, trying to cool himself down. she continued to look up at him with daggers in her eyes. all the emotions the two felt in the past couple of weeks, they were getting it all out now, only in the form of an argument. how typical of addilyn and matt. she spoke up again. “i knew working on this project with you would go to shit.”

“you don’t mean that.” he told her, looking back just as angrily, standing even closer to her than before.

she stood her ground, trying her best not to feel small underneath matt. he’d always been a few inches taller, but with the position they were in now, he towered over her small frame. she yelled back at him. “yes, i do mean it! if we never worked on this assignment together, everything would’ve worked out so much easier! i would have been fine doing it alone, and you wouldn’t have been bothering me and ruining my-“

matt couldn’t handle the sound of her voice yelling at him anymore, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. in the heat of the moment, not even thinking, he took his hands off the door from behind her and grabbed her shoulders, pressing his lips to hers. she blinked, kissing him back after a moment. he pulled away from the girl, eyes wide as he met addilyn’s shocked expression that was plastered all across her face.

what the fuck did he just do.

matt didn’t even have the chance to speak, hell, he couldn’t even move, all of his words left his mouth. addilyn blinked up at him, pausing for moment, before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling the boy into her. she titled her head to the side, deepening the kiss as she kept one arm wrapped around him, her other hand moving to hold his face close to hers. matt’s hands moved down and gripped her hips, pressing them against his. he kissed her back hard, like she would slip out of his grasp if he didn’t. addilyn cupped his jaw, pulling him impossibly closer to her as she felt him smirk against her lips slightly. she broke away momentarily to look at matt, flashing him a soft smile, his favorite smile. before she could fully pull back, matt was already connecting his lips back with hers. he ran his hands up and down her sides as he kissed her with all the feelings he couldn’t convey over the last couple weeks. addilyn sighed against the boy’s lips, moving her hands from his face up into his hair. she tugged lightly at the brown locks while she felt matt’s teeth graze against her lip. addilyn pulled back slightly, placing a few small pecks on matt’s grinning lips before pulling away fully.

they two of them giggled, still holding on to one another. matt spoke up first. “i still think you did the equation wrong.”

“shut up” addilyn laughed, pressing her lips to matt’s once more.

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“and that’s how kinetic energy works.” matt concluded, taking the marble off of the track and placing it back into his pocket. the class burst into applause, a few kids even obnoxiously whistling to really add to it. addilyn beamed next to matt, looking at him for a moment before returning her gaze back to the rest of the class. the pair returned to their respective seats, glancing at one another as their teacher praised the work. they sat through a few more presentations, before the bell dismissed the students, matt finding his way to addilyn rather quickly. they walked together out of the classroom, not long before the girl pulled matt by the arm into a lesser crowded hallway.

“hi.” she grinned up at him, arms hugging around his waist. he brushed a curl behind her ear, retuning the smile.

“do you wanna skip the rest of the day?” he asked, watching addilyn’s face widen. it was only the middle of the day, they still had at least four more classes before they had to go home. she instantly shook her head no. “come on addy, live a little.” he laughed, watching her contemplate her choices. stay in school like you’re supposed to, or spend the day with matt.

“i’ll buy you lunch.” he bribed in a sing-songy voice, his hands still playing with the hair behind her ears. he brought his lips to her cheek, kissing it softly a few times. he pulled back. “please?”

she sighed, giving in. matt cheered, lacing his hand with hers as he pulled her out of the double doors leading outside. she instantly felt a chill run down her spine as they were met with the cold winter air. matt took notice, slipping off his puffer jacket he was wearing and giving it to her. she smiled sweetly at him as he opened the passenger side of his van, letting her in. he climbed in next to her, starting the car and immediately turning on the heat on full blast. he plugged his phone in, queuing up a few songs, before kicking the car into reverse.

“where to?” he asked addilyn, backing out of the parking space, putting his hand on her knee as he began to drive. she felt her face redden at the action, shifting her legs closer to the center console as matt rubbed his thumb back and forth.

the girl shrugged. “wherever you want to take me.” matt smirked, an idea popping into his head.

they drove comfortably, making small talk about whatever came across their minds. after about fifteen minutes, matt pulled into the parking lot, turning off the car and looking over at addilyn. he found that she was already staring at him, leaning across the middle to place a quick peck on her smiling lips. “let me get the door for you.” he said quietly, quickly getting out of the van and opening her side of the door, offering a hand out.

“such a gentleman.” she laughed, taking his hand in hers. she still was wearing his puffer jacket, only a thin zip up keeping matt’s body from being met with the brisk january air around them.

“are you sure you’re not cold, matt?” she asked the boy as they began to walk, hands still held together.

“i’m fine.” he promised, leaning down to kiss her rosy cheek. they walked through the parking lot, before the park came into view. the large bare trees that surrounded the vicinity became separated by a walkway that lead into the grassy area, where the playground and baseball field resided. she gasped, turning to look at matt.

“i love this park!” she gushed, leading matt though the gate. they started down the walkway, making their way around the track that stretched a mile around the perimeter of the park. they lost count of how many laps they took, walking with their hands together the whole time. they talked about whatever crossed their minds.

“tell me about the book you’re reading right now, adds.” matt asked her, turning to look over at the girl as they walked. her cheeks were all pink from the cold, her lips glossy. she looked back at him, the widest smile spread across her face. nobody’s ever asked her that. she talked to him about the book, her favorite characters, favorite quotes, all of it. she talked of the book she read previously to the one now, and how it was all connected. matt just listened and smiled at her as she talked, loving the way her eyes lit up while she spoke.

they continued walking around as matt told addilyn about his love for nature and the comfort it brought to him, especially in the colder months.

“i just love the trees and shit,” matt told her, taking in the surrounding around them. the trees were dead and bare from the cold of the winter, but matt continued to admire them anyway. “my favorite season is fall because of the leaves. i think they look super pretty and i love the colors of everything.” addilyn beamed up at him listening to him talk about his other favorite things about fall. he talked about how he loved to wear fuzzy sweaters as the weather grew colder, and found peace for himself being surrounded by the outdoors.

they’d been in the park for a good hour and a half, just talking about everything and nothing all at once. they were currently sat on a bench that was located across from a small pond, abandoned from the small animals that typically lived there due to the freezing winter weather. addilyn was resting her head on matt’s shoulder as they still held hands, simply enjoying the moment in silence. she was tracing small patterns on his hand when she broke away and sat up for a moment to look up at him.

“what?” matt smiled, looking back at addilyn. she shook her head, muttering a small nothing, leaning up slightly to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. it felt just like the dream he’d been having all week.

the air around them was cold, but addilyn felt so warm against him. she removed their intertwined hands and wrapped both her arms around his neck, pulling him back down into her as she leaned her back against the bench. matt turned his body to match hers, arms instinctively wrapped around her waist as she sighed contently into the kiss.

“do you want to go back to my house?” he whispered against her lips.

she pulled back, glancing up at matt. “yes please,” she said, leaning back into him. the pair shared a few more quick pecks before they got up, walking back to matt’s car with their hands together once more

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when addilyn and matt got back to his house, they were the only two home seeing as it was still the middle of the day. they were currently up in matt’s bedroom, sitting together on his bed watching a movie. despite the fact the two had already kissed, both of the teenagers were terrified to make another move. they were both sat upright, matt’s arms crossed while addy’s sat her in her lap, their legs barely touching one another. they both wanted more but neither would act on it. addilyn kept feeling matt’s not-so-subtle glances at her, only looking back at him when his focus returned to the t.v.

this was about the fifth time addilyn addilyn looked over at matt in the span of thirty minutes, and she was ready to give everything up right then and there. upon arriving home, matt pulled a grey hoodie over his t-shirt, trying to warm himself after spending nearly two hours in the cold outside. brown hair flopped over his blue eyes and scrunched eyebrows as he tried his best to focus on the movie and ignore the twitching feeling in his jeans. his cheeks stayed a pink rosy color, his lips slightly parted while he breathed heavily. addilyn felt her stomach flutter as matt repositioned himself so he was now laying down as opposed to having his back against the headboard. his arms moved to lay behind his head, his sweatshirt riding up just enough to reveal the waistline of his boxers. matt could feel her eyes digging in to him, looking up and smirking to meet her gaze.

“take a picture, addy, it’ll last longer.” he said in the most flirtatious way, the words immediately making her panties soaked. two hours ago she’d kissed a boy for the first time ever, and here she was now wondering what he’d feel like insider of her. her eyes stayed wide looking at matt as she felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks and the back of her neck.

“sorry, i just-” she started, being cut off by matt’s arms pulling her on top of him following his sudden and bold change in attitide. “matt!” she yelped, half giggling.

“hi pretty girl,” he smiled up at her, his face getting red and his dick starting to get hard as his hands made home on her hips, rubbing them back and forth. her hands traveled up his chest to play with the strings of his hoodie

“hi” she whispered back, unable to stop herself from trailing her eyes all over his body. he looked so good underneath her, it was driving her insane. matt’s hands moved to her back, bringing her down to meet his lips in a passionate and hot kiss. the two lazily kissed as addilyn felt matt’s tongue swipe against her bottom lip, granting him access by opening her mouth more. they both explored the inside of each other’s mouth as their tongues clashed against one another. matt slid his hand beneath the bottom of her tank top, lightly tracing tiny shapes into the small of her back. she whined quietly at the boy’s touch, matt swallowing her sounds as their lips moved together perfectly in sync as they continued to exchange slow, sloppy kisses.

“matt,” she breathed out, pulling away to catch her breath as he began to kiss down her neck. he stopped when he got to where her neck met her shoulder, peppering kisses all along the base and across her collarbone. she gasped when she felt him going back to leave marks all along where he had previously kissed her. he slowly worked his way back up her neck, sucking and biting at the sweet spot beneath her ear. she let her hands dance in his brown locks, pushing him closer into her neck as he continued to leave small kisses over the purple bruises he was leaving.

he pulled away from her neck, looking up to meet her eyes. her one hand still stayed twisted in his hair, the other moving down to rest on his chest, while she breathed heavily and looked back at him intensely, smiling at the boy beneath her. he felt his mouth curl up into a big grin pressing his lips to hers again. he left small quick pecks on her lips while addilyn was giggling softly in between them, trying to kiss him back and laugh at the same time. matt removed his hands from her waist, holding her face still while he began give her dozens of small kisses across her cheeks, forehead, nose, closed eyelids, and all over the rest of her face. he made his way back around to her mouth, pressing it against his firmly. “i want you so bad addilyn,” he mumbled against her lips, “please.”

she retreated from his lips, looking down at him with wide eyes. she’d be fantasizing about this moment more than she’d like to admit for the past week, and now it was finally happening. it all seemed to have worked out perfectly, there only being one issue.

“i’m a virgin” she blurted out, her mouth going up to cover her mouth. she hid her face in the crook of matt’s neck in immediate embarrassment, him just giggling softly and running his hands up and down her back.

“it’s fine, addy,” he told her softly, whispering in her ear, “i just want to make you mine.”

she whined quietly in his neck, rocking her hips back and forth slightly against his now noticeable boner. “what if i’m bad?” she asked, drawing away from his neck.

he peered up at her, moving his hand up to cup her jaw, running his slender thumb across her cheek. “listen to me sweet girl, we don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” he examined her face, looking for any signs of discomfort before he pulled her down into an endearing kiss.

“i want you too, matt.” she sighed into his lips, getting a little more comfortable and planting kisses down his neck. matt smiled, flipping the two around so he was now on top of her, holding himself up with his two hands. his lips met her in hungry and ravaging kiss, very different from the one they had just shared previously. it was a mess of teeth and tongue, their lips barely even catching each others.

matt kissed all the way down her neck, stopping when he got to where her breasts were revealed in the tank top she wore. he began to suck and leave a mark at the top of her left tit, his hand reaching up and underneath her shirt to cup the right over her bra. she curled his fingers in his hair, pushing the brunette boy further into her chest.

“can i take your shirt off?” he asked addilyn, looking up at her through hooded eyelids, his once blue eyes now getting darker with lust. she nodded slowly, gaping downwards at the boy. “use your words, addy, tell me it’s okay.”

“i-it’s okay, please take it off.” she told the boy, holding his face and meeting his gaze.

he leaned up slightly, gifting her pink cheek with a soft peck. “tell me if you want to stop at any point, okay?”

“okay.” she whispered.

he instantly was yanking the tank top off of her body, throwing it behind him onto his floor and he attacked her tits with his mouth, his quick contrast in attitude turning her on even more. he kissed and licked all around the valley of her breasts where it was exposed from the white lace of her bra, leaving soft kisses in the wake of the purple marks he left all across her chest. his one arm was wrapped around her waist as his head stayed buried in the girl’s chest, his other arm reaching around her to play with the clasp of her bra. the girl impatiently moaned, moving her arm behind her to take it off for matt. he pulled away for a second, admiring the girl beneath him. addilyn looked up at him, suddenly feeling insecure.

“you’re so fucking pretty addilyn” he breathed, tossing her bra to the side as he took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his hand reached up to massage her left. she moaned loudly, holding the brunette boy closer to her chest as she felt his tongue flick across the sensitive bud. he did this repedealty, sucking and licking her one tit until he brought his attention to the other, giving it the same treatment.

the girl grew more and more restless, wanting nothing more than to just feel matt inside of her. she groped at his hoodie while he was leaving a hickey underneath her boob, signaling she wanted it off. he laughed to himself at her actions, lifting his head from her so she could take off both his sweatshirt and t-shirt at the same time. the two took a moment to pause, looking at each other intently, both of their chests bare and heaving. “matt i need you, please.” addilyn murmured, her voice laced with desire.

“i know, baby, i do too.” the brunette boy moaned out, grinding his hips down on her, the friction driving him insane as he buried his face into her neck, sucking a dark bruise into her skin. his hands reached down, toying with the hem of her washed out jeans. “can i take these off of you, beautiful?”

“yes, just do something please,” addilyn sighed, running her nails up and down matt’s bare back, scratching at it slightly. he nodded, moving up from her neck as he swiftly removed her pants, the girl reaching up to fiddle with his belt to do the same. matt, also growing just as needy as her, reached down to help addilyn undo his belt and take his jeans off too, leaving the both of them almost fully naked.

upon the removal of his jeans, matt met addilyn with an aggressive kiss, rubbing his clothed dick to her soaked underwear. they both moaned at the new feeling of only a thin piece of fabric separating them, both moving their hips against one another’s. addilyn felt matt slip his hand down beneath her panties, teasingly playing with her clit, rubbing it in soft circles with his thumb. “that feel good, pretty girl?”

unable to talk, addilyn only nodded as she gasped, feeling matt’s fingers move down to her folds, running them lightly across the entrance, before inserting the middle one and curling it up. “fuck, matt” she panted, her eyes rolling back in pleasure, “don’t stop please.”

“trust me, adds, i wont.” the brunette hair boy replied, adding another finger as he thrusted them in and out of her, looking down at the mess of the girl he’s made. “you’re doing so good for me.” she only moaned in response, feeling her stomach grow tighter as her face contorted.

right before she was about to release, she felt matt suddenly pull out, opening her eyes as she watched him suck on his fingers that were drenched in her arousal. her jaw slack, she reached up to trifle with his boxers, dipping her fingers beneath the band and running them along the tip of his dick.

“please matt,” she began, her voice hoarse, “fuck me.”

that was enough for matt to tear her underwear off of her, ripping it slightly as it was discarded into the messy pile of clothes on the floor next to them. he leaned over her, opening his bedside drawer to search for a condom as he felt the girl sucking and biting at his neck. he met her lips to messily make out with her for a moment, before pulling his boxers down, his erection springing free. he felt her soft fingers wrap around his dick, pumping it as he dropped his head into her neck, moaning. impatient, she snatched the condom wrapper from him, tearing it open with her teeth as she grabbed his cock to slide the rubber on.

“that was really hot,” the boy laughed, stroking his dick that was poking into the girl’s stomach, moving it to line up at her entrance. he looked up to her eyes, his facial expression changing to more serious. “tell me if i hurt you at all, okay?” he told her, stroking her inner thigh lightly with his hand.

she shuddered at his touch, replying with a meek “okay.”

“you ready?” matt asked, taking his hand from her thigh and moving it to her hip to hold her. she gave him a small nod, quietly saying yes before he began pushing in.

her face scrunched up as she felt him insert his dick, gasping at the new sensation. “matt,” she breathed, her voice undeniably having a discomforting undertone.

“i know, pretty, i know.” he soothed her, running his hand along her hipbone and tracing soft patterns on it, pausing for a moment before pushing in any deeper. “tell me when i can go again.”

she took a deep breath, reaching for his hand that was playing at her waist, grabbing it tightly. “go ahead.”

matt nodded, continuing to push deeper and deeper until he bottomed out, feeling addilyn squeeze his hand. “tell me when to move.” he groaned, peppering her face with light kisses as he tried to distract her from the pain. she grabbed his jaw, pulling his lips to hers, whispering a soft you can go into the kiss as he began to thrust in and out of her as slowly as he could, trying not to hurt her. he kept on kissing all around her face, diverting her from the uncomfortable feeling as best he could, until she brought his mouth back hers as she moaned, the once pain subsiding to pleasure. her hands tangled in his hair and his around her waist, the two messily kissed one another as matt continuously fucked her, the two finding a rhythm as they rocked their hips back and forth together.

“faster, please,” she begged, her mouth still against his as he simply groaned in response, snapping his hips up into her at a quickened pace. trying to focus on something other than cumming right away, matt pressed hard kisses to her lips, each one growing sloppier, their tongues hastily moving around each other.

“addy,” he whispered in between the kisses, “i’m so sorry-” he was cut off by a long kiss from addilyn, her arms tightening around his neck and she ran her tongue along his lips, catching some of his teeth as he opened his mouth. “i’m so sorry i was mean to you.”

“i forgive you,” she told him, pulling the boy down into her boobs as he began to kiss and leave marks, moving his hand down to play with her clit as he kept up his pace of thrusting. “fuck.”

between the stimulation from her clit, matt’s dick ramming inside her, and him sucking at her tits, she was absolutely spent. “matt” she whined, trying to let him know she was close, unable to form coherent sentences.

“i know, beautiful, let go for me.” he groaned into her tits, rubbing her hands up and down her sides as she came all over his dick, a loud moan escaping her lips. he continued to fuck addilyn through her orgasm, his hips sputtering and bucking against hers as he came too, whimpering slightly at the sensitivity. she breathed heavily, holding the boy against her breasts while he pressed light kisses to them. he looked up at her, stroking her chin as he watched the her regain her breath. “you okay, adds?”

she nodded rapidly, closing her eyes for a moment. “yeah.” she breathed. matt smiled, planting a quick kiss on her jaw as he pulled away from her embrace, pulling out and cleaning her up quickly with a tissue, discarding of the condom. he returned after a second, moving so he could hold addilyn against his chest , resting his head atop hers and their legs tangled together.

she looked up matt, smiling widely as she pressed a loving kiss to his lips. he smiled at the feeling, tilting her chin up as he held her face gently in his hand. “matt?” she breathed, pulling away for a second, “can i tell you something?”

“yeah,” he muttered, brining his mouth back to hers.

“i never hated you, not even in the beginning.”

matt broke apart from her, looking at the girl in his bed with wide eyes. his hand stayed on her face, rubbing his thumb across her lip gently, examining every little detail of her face. his gaze flicked between her two eyes, then down to her smiling lips, before pulling her in for another sweet kiss.

“me either.”

the end

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alwaysf0rev3r · 2 years

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Okay what about a Bucky x reader where buckys had a long day and the reader can tell so she dresses up like a 40’s pinup girl for him?

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: m in f penetration, handjob, fingering, creampie, eating cum, unprotected sex, slight degredation, praise

a/n: GIRL WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY ASKSSSS YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT!! this idea is so hot god i love it!! thank u so much for requesting

Bad day at work. I’m gonna be home late. I need a drink. A lot of them. Go to sleep without me, I’ll be home later, I just need to be alone. I love you.

You looked at the text on your phone then up to yourself over and over again in nervousness. You wanted to leave him alone, it was what you always did on his bad days when he came home upset. But giving him space never did anything, it only enabled him being upset for days on end, and it was hard for you to watch him struggle.

Today you tried something different. You wanted to make it about him. Everything was about you, what he cooked, what he did, even the bedroom, but not tonight.

You couldn’t help but remember him mentioning what magazines and girls the soldiers looked at back in the war, he even showed you an old magazine Steve had found. He was joking, only trying to show you memories, but the image was burnt in your mind. Solider Buck, hand in pants, starting at the girls he didn’t know in magazines.

Which is why you had on a semi long red dress with white polka dots. It was skin tight on your upper half, accentuating the size of your waist, and and it flowed waist down. It matched well with your red lipstick and soft makeup, along with your lightly curled hair.

You look like a girl in an old magazine.

When the door opened, you knew that was it, there was no turning back. You stayed still, trying not to let your overthinking get the best of you. You stayed seated on the counter, eating chocolate you had from a week back that Bucky brought for you.

His eyes were on the floor, but he tilted his head up at the realization of your presence, his eyes widening. He wanted to feel confused, but he was too amazed to feel it. You looked perfect, sprawled out on the kitchen island in a little 50s dress for him, “What are you wearing?”

“I found this in my closet,” you lied, knowing damn well you bought it days prior to surprise him. You dangled your legs over the edge of the counter, watching Bucky get closer, “Do you like it?”

“Yes,” he answered embarrassingly quickly, “You look beautiful.”

“I wanted to look pretty for you,” you smiled, grabbing chocolate from the tray and grabbing his arm to pull him closer. You grabbed his face with one hand and used your other to gently put the chocolate to his mouth. He opened his mouth slightly and grabbed the chocolate from your hand, watching you suck the residue off your fingers, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he smiled, not sure how to react. He was so used to silence and solitude when he had a hard day at work or on a mission, but this was a different feeling for him.

“How was work?”

“Bad,” he scoffed, brushing the hair from your face, “No body got hurt or anything, it was just a mistake I made. I kept insisting on something and it turned out I was wrong and we all just argued. It was annoying.”

“I’m sorry, Buck,” you frowned, leaning in to press a kiss to his frowned lips, “Maybe I could make you feel better.”

His eyebrows furrowed but quickly raised in realization when you grabbed the belt loops on his pants to tug him closer, “I just want to take care of my favorite soldier.”

He looked speechless, mouth slightly agape in hesitance. He wanted to, God, in your outfit he wanted nothing more than that, but he was so used to the bedroom always being about you. He loved it that way, he loved making every move about making you shake beneath him, it was all he wanted to know. But your offer was tempting, “Let me take care of you.”

He nodded softly, his eyes glistening as you went in to press a kiss to the end of his jaw, then prickle more to his neck. You sucked on his neck softly as you gripped the bottom of his shirt, which he was quick to remove. He grabbed your waist and kept you planted on the counter as he closed his eyes, enjoying your assault on his neck.

You jumped off the counter, standing in front of him and having him slightly press you into the counter. You kissed lower onto his chest, then took it upon yourself to kiss all the way down to his happy trail. When you reached it, you pressed your tongue flat against his abs and licked up, all the way to his neck and kissing his lips. He was quick to stick his tongue in your throat, which you accepted for only a moment before getting onto your knees.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Bucky mumbled, hoping you’d continue. He took your light scoff and continuations as a yes.

You unbuttoned his pants and grabbed them, pulling them slowly down his legs. You were quicker to grab his boxers and pull them down, revealing what you wanted. All ten inches of him stood straight up, tapping his stomach as your gingers grazed the base.

He grabbed the counters as you began stroking him underneath the table and gave him soft kisses, “What’s got you so hard, Buck?”

“You,” he responded fast, his breath uneven, “Your dress, fuck— You look so beautiful. If I saw you back in the 50s, I would’ve thought you were the most perfect girl I’d ever seen, just like now.”

You stood up and continued jerking him off, turning so you were in front of him. You wanted to see his face. You kissed his neck as you jerked faster, “Where would you have taken me on a date back then?”

“The movies, for sure,” he threw his head back as you collected spit on your palm and jerked him off stronger than before, “We would have kissed in the back— Fuck, that feels good— Taken you to get food after.”

“What would happen after the date?”

He realized what you were getting at as he closed his eyes, just imagining it, “Usually I’d wait to go back to my house, but I wouldn’t be able to wait with you— Oh, god, oh, jesus— I-I’d put you in the back of my car and shove my face in you, ruin you until you could never fuck another man again.”

He took a deep breath and let out a drawn out moan, his eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as you sped up, “I’d put you on top of me, let you ride me until you got what you wanted out of it. I’d fuck you so good.”

You felt yourself getting wetter at his words, and it was driving Bucky’s super senses insane, “I can smell you, fuck.”

He grabbed your waist and seperated you from him. He wanted to be delicate, but how could he when you looked so perfect? He found the buttons and accidentally broke a few, but undid them as fast as he could. He took no time to take the dress off of you, his breath stopping at the black lacy bra that had underwear to match. He put his hand out to trace the lace along the underwear, his hand stopping at your crotch. He cupped it slightly before you backed away, “This is about you, stop.”

“Don’t starve a man,” he whined, his eyes furrowing in desperation. He picked you up and sat you on the counter, spreading your legs as he watched you shake your head at his request, “Baby, do you want me to go crazy? I can’t cum until I eat you, be nice. I just want a little, just for a minute, okay? Then you can do whatever you want to me.”

“You’re like a starved dog, jesus,” you mocked, scoffing at him and letting him spread your legs. He always got what he wanted, and as good as it felt, you wanted to focus on him.

“You asked what I would have done to you in the forties?” He asked, sticking his hand into your underwear and rubbing you slowly, moving your wetness around to lube everything up, “I would have left that little dress on, and made you sit on my face. I’d want your smell on me for days so anytime I did anything, I’d think about what it felt like for you to hump my face.”

You breathed slowly at his confession, grinding onto his hand. He inserted two fingers, watching your mouth open as he did so. He stopped his fingers to let you adjust before moving them again, “You can’t even take my fingers— How am I gonna fit?”

His mocking tone was sending you over the edge, making your eyes close as he fingered you more rapidly, “What? Does that get you off? Me having to stuff you so full cause I barely fit?”

You moaned at his words, nodding rapidly as he fingered you at a quicker pace, “Look at you— Spread out for me with your slutty lace underwear— You look so fucking hot.”

He always made things about you when you did things, but he knew tonight you wanted him to get pleasure out of it all. He did something he was hesitant to do, but God did it feel good.

He rubbed himself slowly against your thigh as he fingered you, grinding on you like a dog in heat. You looked down, letting out the most unbelievable moan at the sight, making his eyes widen, “When you moan like that, I swear I could cum just humping you like a teenager.”

You arched your back and grabbed his arm, shaking your head, “Bucky, just fuck me, please.”

He removed his hand from your underwear and stuck his fingers in his mouth, moaning around them as he closed his eyes, licking up every drop he could, “You taste so good, look.”

He brought his fingers to your mouth and watched you take them in, tasting yourself. You hallowed your cheeks around him as he spoke, “You look like such a whore like this— Tasting yourself on my fingers. You’re meant to be fucked when you taste that good.”

He grabbed your underwear and turned it to the side, keeping on the sexy lace as he ran his dick over your wetness, making your body shiver. He stuck his head inside of you, then was slow to stick the rest of him in as well. When he was fully buried, he waited til you looked adjust to flip the both of you over, so you straddled his waist, “Ride me.”

You lifted yourself up before planting yourself back down, “Bucky— You’re so deep, fuck.”

You kept bouncing up and down, the sight of your tits jumping with you sending Bucky into overdrive, “I want you to cum inside me, Bucky, please.”

His eyes clenched shut at your words as he nodded, nearly busting at the words you just said, “I’ll fuck all my cum into you, baby, I promise.”

“Take what you want, milk me, God,” he moaned as you grinded on him, spelling your name with your hips. You grabbed your own chest, grabbing your nipples through your bra, “You’re so worked up, look at you— Greedy and fucked out— I could just fuck you whenever I wanted cause you’re always so wet for me.”

You nodded, bouncing faster and leaning down a bit to look at him, “You should— Fuck me whenever you want. When I’m cooking, showering, reading, just come and fuck me. I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“You sound like such a slut when you say that,” his eyebrows knit together, his hand coming to yo ur face. You grabbed his thumb and stuck it in your mouth, “You’re so unreal.”

Your body winced as you continued riding him, “I’m cumming, oh god, oh my fucking god—“

“Cum for me,” he mumbled, knowing he was on edge too. You moaned before you collapsed on him, but right when you did, you felt something in you happen.

He let go and you felt ropes of cum endlessly paint your insides. It was never ending, the serum had made him cum for minutes on end. You were getting so full of cum, “Bucky, you’re filling me up so much, it’s leaking.”

“Take it,” he moaned, feeling the last few drops leak out of you as he pulled out.

He flipped you on your back, his eyes now on your lower half. He nearly came again at the sight of your wet pussy leaking his cum, it was dripping out so much.

He put his finger inside of you, shoving all the cum left into you harder. You shivered at the sudden overstimulation he was causing since you just came, “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t waste any,” he smirked, taking his finger out and grabbing all the cum that had dripped out and bringing it to your mouth. You took it all, drinking his cum off his fingers as you grabbed his hand, looking at him.

“I want you to cum again— But in my mouth this time.”

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ivystoryweaver · 11 months

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The Box (Fluff edition)

Read the NSFW version My Masterlist

Summary: You have a secret to share with Marc. A box under your bed. But he may have one too.

Paring: Marc Spector x gn!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Notables: One-shot. This story has 2 versions. This is the f l u f f version. (It also has more plot). The story starts the same, but completely changes after the divider. (dividers by saradika)

Warnings: fluff, mention of reader in danger, cursing, not beta'd

Sometimes you can know someone so well and still be completely blindsided by their secrets. But some secrets really aren't that big of a deal. Right?

Marc, your boyfriend of six months, had asked you to move in with him.

You had a shitty roommate anyway, so you were ecstatic. Plus Marc lived much closer to your job.

Some of your friends - the few who always had something to say about Marc - cautioned you that it was too soon. That you didn't know one another well enough. You calmly explained to them that you had spent practically every waking moment with him for the last 187 days. These were the friends who labeled Marc too quiet, grumpy and when they were feeling especially rude: boring or moody. (Maybe you needed new friends)

Your other friends encouraged it. They knew how crazy you were about Marc, and their opinion was that you could really get to know someone by living with them. These friends saw how Marc was protective of you - always walking you where you needed to be, always waiting for you after work. They enjoyed his rare but funny jokes, and appreciated his poker skills.

A few of them, guys and girls alike, were absolutely crazy about his American accent.

"Who knows what kind of things you'll learn about Mr. Mysterious?" Your best friend teased. That's what she liked to call Marc, even to his face. Well, she wasn't wrong.

Marc had trusted you with all manner of personal information, including the fact that he was actually a system. Just last week, before he asked you to move in, you met Steven. Marc told you Steven was his alter.

You started to wonder what Marc could even see in you. He was this complex, well-traveled, multi-lingual retired solider. And he definitely had that mysterious vibe going. Hadn't he met so many other interesting people?

His answer was that you always accepted everything he told you, as if he were completely normal. And that he loved you.

So given the fact that your relationship was solid, loving and secret-free (for the most part), why were you so nervous to tell him about your teeny tiny, little secret? It couldn't be more interesting than his background.

So why couldn't you show him your box?

Since you were a kid, you had inadvertently collected a box of...comfort items. It was kind of embarrassing. However, Marc always put his trust in you, right?

So you decided, if you were going to live with Marc and share a closet with him - it was time to either get rid of The Box (not likely) - or show it to him. You were certain he wouldn't even bat an eyelash at the items inside or the thought of you using them. He would probably be all for it.

Your favorite item was something you typically only used it when Marc was gone on a trip, or on an occasional night alone, if you had trouble sleeping.

He was coming over tonight to help you pack up your kitchen, since there was no way in hell your shitty roommate would ever help you. You had already asked him to spend the night, so the situation would lend itself to this exact conversation.

"I have to tell you something."

Marc was relaxing on your bed - one hand behind his head and the other, stretched out to hold yours. Having shed his hoodie after working up a light sweat packing your entire kitchen, his almost-too-tight t-shirt sleeves wrapped deliciously around his biceps.

Damn he was pretty.

Releasing his hand, you reached under the edge of your bed and pulled out The Box. Marc's dark eyebrows shot up while the corner of his mouth curled.

"What's in there?"

Hoping you didn't seem like the biggest weirdo, you slowly removed the lid. "I've been wanting to show you this, but...I didn't know what you would think."

Sitting up a little, he leaned over to get a peek. You slammed the lid back on The Box with a squeak.

"Come on, baby, don't stop. Please show me."

Something about that little beg made you tingle all over.

"Okay," you breathed out, finally removing the lid. "I know it'll seem like a little much but...well, just look."

Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, Marc peered down into The Box, rummaging around in your secret stash.

"Iiit's...like...an emergency preparedness kit?" One eyebrow shot up questioningly.

Laughing out, you realized how it must seem. The Box contained several types and sizes of flashlights, numerous batteries, candles of various sizes, a few lighters, matches and mats and dishes to set the candles on. There were also a few packages of glow sticks. Now that he mentioned it, you surely would be prepared for a power outage.

That was the whole point!

"Who is this?" He asked, reaching for the most embarrassing item of all. "Is this like an eagle? Or a - "

"Falcon," you corrected, swallowing hard.

"Cute," Marc shrugged, squeezing the fluffy stuffed animal. "Is this what you wanted to show me?"

Slowly nodding, you watched his handsome face carefully for any judgment.

Marc's previously teasing smile eased into something warm as his fingers toyed with the furry fake feathers, and squeezed the black tip of its beak. Then he noticed something on its fuzzy, plush midsection.

"Oh, what's this?" Leaning in closer, he noticed a circle made of hard plastic.

"Push it," you instructed.

He complied and a bright light shined in his face, temporarily blinding him.

"It's a flashlight," he chuckled. "Like a stuffed falcon tummy flashlight."

You melted at how cute he was being. Noting the bird's stoic, almost stern expression, you pointed between it and Marc's forehead.

"You know, he kind of looks like you. Very serious," you teased.

"Ha ha," Marc mocked, clicking the tummy flashlight back off. "I like it."

"I've had it since I was little," you confessed. "My dad and I used to go to the Natural History Museum. He loved the birds. Still does. That's where we got it."

Marc gently smiled, listening to you speak about your dad.

"Anyway, um...see, I haven't told you this but..." chewing on your lip, you blew out a long breath. "I'm scared of the dark."

You paused, waiting for a reaction. Marc reached for your hand, nodding encouragingly.

"That's it, that's my secret," you huffed out. "I'm totally, completely, absolutely, insanely scared of the dark. Since I was a kid. Like terrified. Like...complete phobia." Nodding down at The Box, you added, "Hence...my collection."

"Shit," Marc laughed out. "That's it? I thought you were trying to tell me you were into some skin-burning cult or something. I had no idea what you were going to say, baby."

Burying your face in your hands, you realized how silly you must sound. "I know it's dumb," you mumbled through your fingers.

"It's not - lots of people don't like the dark," he sympathized. Didn't he know it? He was the protector of the travelers of the night, after all. Not that he'd had the courage to share that with you quite yet. He'd only just told you about Steven, so he was trying to give you a few days before trying to explain an ancient Egyptian deity who imbued him with power.

"I'm surprised I didn't notice it before," he added, reaching to pull your hands down so he could see your lovely face.

"Haven't you ever wondered why I sleep with my lamp on? And why at least one light is always on when we - " Licking your lips, your eyes traveled down his body, "You know..."

"I just thought you wanted to see all this," he winked, motioning to his body.

"Always," you fired back, giggling. "So...you don't think it's weird?"

Eyeing you curiously, he wrapped one arm around your shoulders, moving The Box aside. "That you're scared of the dark?"

"That I sometimes sleep with a stuffed animal. Or - sometimes I have a flashlight on my bed, that just happens to be in the form of...a stuffed falcon?"

Reaching for Flashlight Falcon, Marc shrugged. "You mean this guy? Who wouldn't want to sleep with him? He's awesome."

"I only do it sometimes. When it's really stormy or you're out of town - stuff like that."

"You were actually worried about what I would think?" Shaking his head, he chuckled. "Honey, I promise you - I am the weird one here."

"Hey," you protested, grabbing Flashlight Falcon and bopping Marc on the arm with it. "Don't talk about yourself and Steven like that."

"I'm not. Believe me, Steven is the normal one here."

A comfortable silence fell between you and Marc decided he better confess about his nighttime routine as Moon Knight. After all, if you were going to share a bed, you would want to know where he went at night. He should have told you sooner. He just couldn't find the words.

But before he could, you spoke up again. "I actually learned how to live with the dark - mostly - when I went off to school," you quietly explained. "But...something happened to me, around two years ago."

Marc nodded for you to go on.

Then you told your deeper story. How you hardly left your flat after dark on purpose - not unless you were with a friend or a group. You rarely walked, budgeting for transportation, because you simply hated dark streets that much.

But one night, two years ago, you and your friend were walking home. She offered to walk you to your door, since you only lived a couple streets over from her, but you insisted you would be okay. The path from hers to yours was well lit, with plenty of pedestrians.

So you set off on a very brave journey when the exact wrong thing happened to someone like you. Out of nowhere, on a well-lit street, someone grabbed you.

"But nothing happened," you explained to Marc, who was looking rather worried. "Someone saved me. Like - like an Avenger or someone."

"You were saved by an Avenger?" He marveled, eyes wide as you told your tale.

"No, not actually. Or - at least I don't think so," you explained. "He - I mean, I think it was a 'he' - it looked like a man. Although he wasn't that tall. He was about your height, actually... Anyway, he was dressed like completely, head-to-toe in all white."

Well, shit... Marc swallowed hard, slowly nodding.

"He had like...this hood and this long cape - I didn't even think superheroes wore capes for real..." You mused. "Maybe except Thor. Or Doctor Strange. I don't know - but anyway, he pulled me out of the way, told me I was safe, beat the hell out of this asshole who grabbed me and like...it was amazing."

Blowing out a quick breath, you shuddered at the memory. "Scared the shit out of me, though. He had these glowing, white eyes. It made me feel so safe because they were kind of like these safe beacons...or - or flashlights. I immediately felt better."

Chewing on your lip in confusion, you added, "But I think they're meant to be intimidating. His eyes, I mean. And, of course, he was sort of wrapped up like a mummy? So that was freaky."

Marc had played the role of Moon Knight for years, and saved countless travelers, but never once had he heard one of his rescues explained back to him. He was a scary mummy who wasn't very tall with comforting/intimidating flashlight eyes.

The Moon Knight effect was meant to be felt by those deserving the wrath of Khonshu's vengeance. But he hadn't given a great deal of thought to his perception by victims. He typically just made sure they got out of the way and knew they were safe.

And you - lovely, wonderful you could have been hurt, but he got the chance to save you.

"Anyway, that's when I beefed up my Box," you concluded your story. "That night really freaked me out and - not only did I have my flashlights and candles, but...I actually dug through some storage items to find Flashlight Falcon."

"Babe, that is a very cool story," Marc finally responded, completely sincerely. "Well, except for the asshole grabbing you part." Gathering his courage, he knew this was his clear opening to tell you the truth.

"You know..." He picked up Flashlight Falcon and turned his tummy light back on. "There's an Egyptian god of the moon - protector of night travelers. His name is Khonshu. He's a falcon."

"Really?" You gasped. "I guess Flashlight Falcon was watching over me," you joked. "Maybe that's why that Avenger had flashlight eyes."

Marc chuckled, setting the plushie aside. Turning to gaze into your loving eyes, he squeezed your hands, hoping you would take this well.

"You know...when we met, you seemed a little familiar to me. But I couldn't ever figure out why. But now I know."

"You do?" You questioned, having a bit of trouble keeping up with his line of thought. Weren't you talking about falcons?

"Yeah. And it...it's a bigger secret than your uh - emergency preparedness kit or a stuffed flashlight."

"Okay," you slowly nodded. You had been so nervous about Marc learning of your Flashlight Falcon, but now he seemed like the unsure one.

"The Avenger who saved you isn't an Avenger," he explained, still holding onto your hands. "His name is Moon Knight. He is a guardian of the travelers of the night. His white suit is from Khonshu - the god of the moon."

Narrowing your eyes disbelievingly, you replied, "The moon god? Is a superhero?"

"Not the god...and not really a superhero, I guess, but...the white suit is Khonshu's healing armor. That's why it looks the way it does."

"How do you know all this?" You asked. "I mean...there are all sorts of sorcerers and demigods and aliens in the world nowadays, so it's not so hard to believe. But how do you know?"

Staring into your eyes, Marc granted you a hopeful smile. "Because…he’s me."

Sometimes you can know someone so well and still be completely blindsided by their secrets. But some secrets really aren't that big of a deal. Right?

Marc, your boyfriend of six months, had asked you to move in with him.

And now you knew that one falcon or another had always been watching over you.

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 5 months

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Can u write a concept about Jack catching a cold and the girls being his nurse? The kids

You got an early start to the your Sunday, and breakfast was already on the table before Brooklyn and Aaliyah woke up. "Good Morning", you gave both girls a kiss on the head as you helped them sit down at the dining room table.

"Where's Daddy?" Brooklyn shrugged at your question as she took a bite of her pancakes. "He's still sweeping", Aaliyah grumbled out with her mouth full. She liked to sneak into your bed after you woke up and get a few minutes of cuddles in with Jack before the day began, but he would usually be downstairs by now. "I tried to wake him up, but he was snoring so loud!", she covered her ears dramatically, making you and Brooklyn giggle.

With the girls situated, you went upstairs to check on your husband. Sure enough, you could hear the loud snores from down the hall, and as soon as you laid eyes on him, his mouth agape as he tried to take breaths, his nose a bright red, you knew he wasn't feeling well.

You grabbed the thermal thermometer from the bathroom; sicknesses ran rampant in your home this time of year, so you always had one on hand, and pressed it to Jack's forehead, which startled him awake. "What're you doing?", he asked with his eyes still closed, his voice husky and congested. He let out a hard chest cough, wincing in pain as he looked up at you.

"101. I think you caught what Brooklyn had last week." You felt a couple other points of his face with the back of your hand to confirm. "No, that can't happen. I'm supposed to take the girls to the zoo today." He was trying to put on a brave face, but you could tell he was exhausted, his teeth chattering as he spoke.

"You can do it next weekend, the girls will understand. Try to get some sleep." You helped him get comfortable under the covers, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. You rolled your eyes as you felt his hand on the back of your thigh. "Jack..."

"Break out that nurses costume I know you have in the back of your closet. I'm in dire need of medical attention." His attempt at being sexy was pitiful as he snorted and wiped his nose with a tissue. "I think any help I try to give you will send you into cardiac arrest, baby." That got Jack's attention, his grip tightening around you. "You promise?" You playfully slapped his hand away, walking out of the room to get him some medicine. "If I die, I die!" He called after you, going into a coughing fit when he tried to laugh.

Jack had been tossing and turning for the last couple of hours, unable to get comfortable and sleep, when his bedroom door cracked open, Aaliyah's messy curls peaking through. "Daddy, are you wake?"

"Yes, baby, what do you need?" Jack sat up in bed, slipping his glasses on to see better. "We're here to take care of you!" The girls ran into the room, and jumped onto the bed, both wearing matching white doctor's coats with plastic stethoscopes hanging around their necks. "Mama said you needed a nurse, so we're here to help." Brooklyn nodded, placing her toys on the bed.

"Oh, your mama thinks she's funny, huh?" Jack spotted you hanging around the doorway, trying hard to stifle a laugh. "Have fun!", you joked, closing the door and going downstairs to try to get some chores done.

'What doesn't feel good, daddy?" Aaliyah asked, sitting in Jack's lap, her hands rested on his face. She was repeating what you and Jack always asked her whenever she felt sick. "Well, my head hurts, my chest hurts, and my tummy doesn't feel good." She nodded after every description, really focusing in on Jack's face.

"First, we need to check your temperature, daddy." They handed Jack a plastic thermometer and he pretended to hold it under his tongue. "It says his temperature is 1000 degrees." Aaliyah scribbled in her notebook, her brow knitted together in concentration as she tried to draw her zeroes. "1000 degrees? Let me see that." Jack playfully stole it back, squinting his eyes at the drawn on numbers. Brooklyn leaned over to whisper. "Don't worry, daddy, its just pretend."

"Thank goodness, I was worried for a second." Jack smiled, wiping at his brow which made both girls giggle. He sat still as they poked and prodded him with various instruments, taking turns writing things down. After they were finished, the girls started whispering to each other, passing glances at Jack which made him chuckle. "Well doctors, is it serious?"

"Daddy, you need a shot." Brooklyn's face was dead serious, as if she actually felt bad, and Jack tried his best to match her, even though he wanted to bust out laughing. "Are you sure?"

"Yep!", Aaliyah chimed in. "So you can get better fast." Jack nodded, allowing Brooklyn to poke him with a plastic syringe and place a colorful bandaid over the spot. "Thank you doctors. I feel so much better already." Both girls were beaming, their smiles wide at Jack's praise. "You're welcome!" Aaliyah responded, giving Jack a kiss on the nose.

"You know what always makes me feel better, daddy?" Brooklyn laid down next to Jack, cuddling up against his arm. Jack knew exactly what the answer was going to be. "Let me guess. Ice cream?" She nodded with a giggle. "Mama always gives it to me when my throat hurts."

You overheard Brooklyn's suggestion when you came back upstairs to check in on everyone. "I think we can do ice cream, after lunch though." You placed a bowl of chicken soup you had made on the nightstand next to Jack. "Go wash your hands so we can eat." The girls ran out of the room, leaving you and Jack alone. You sat on the edge of the bed next to him."So, did the doctors help you get better?"

"Yeah, shot and all." Jack showed off his bandaid. He wrapped his hands around your waist. "If you're fast, you can still give me a full workup." He tried to pull you down on the bed, but you stood up quickly, just out of his reach. "Dammit", he cursed under his breath, cracking a smile.

"Trust me when I say, you're gonna want to be at full strength when I get to you, baby." You winked at him as you walked out to go eat lunch with the girls.

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katsu28 · 1 year

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the harringtons

pairing: dad!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

summary: The Harrington family enjoys a nice autumn day in Hawkins, Indiana.

warnings: so much fluff, two ocs—Maisie, 6 years old, and Nora, 2 years old, steve being the best dad ever

a/n: steve harrington is a total girl dad and i will die on this hill

very sorry for the lack of writing this past month, i've been swamped with school and work and overall just been in a writing slump! pls bear with me for a few more weeks until the end of the semester, i promise i'll get back into posting more regularly after that. love u all! <33

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“Babe, have you seen my glasses?” Steve yelled, rifling through the mess of things in the drawer beside the bed. TV remote, bottle of painkillers, a bunch of hair clips, but no glasses.

Your voice came muffled from somewhere else in the house. “Should be next to the bed!”

“Yeah, I’m looking now, but I can’t find them!” He knew he was wearing them last night before bed, and he definitely remembered putting them on the table when he went to sleep, so where the hell were they?

Before he could look any further, a rattle from the closet made him freeze. Steve’s breath caught in his chest, mind jumping to every worst possible case scenario at what could possibly be lurking behind those doors. His hand curled around the familiar smooth wood of his trusty baseball bat from under the bed, knuckles flexing white on the handle as he inched across the room towards the closet.

He was fully ready to start swinging, ready to protect his home and his family, when he heard…a giggle?

Steve’s shoulders slumped in relief when he realized it wasn’t an otherworldly monster lying in wait, but a smaller, much cuter one, with chestnut locks just like his and a cute nose just like yours. One who liked polka dots and pepperoni pizza and stealing her dad’s slippers in the morning—who probably had his glasses as well.

He flung open the doors on the last word, eyes immediately landing on the pigtailed, gap-toothed little girl sitting cross-legged in the dirty clothes bin, Steve’s too big glasses slipping down the bridge of her adorable nose with every barely contained peal of laughter that shook her tiny shoulders.

“Boo!” Maisie exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air whilst she jumped out at him. Steve feigned surprise, clutching at his chest and falling back against the carpeted floor with a dramatic shout. She scrambled to his side with a gleeful cackle, planting her tiny hands on his shoulders to lean over him. “Did I get you good, Daddy?”

“So good, my sweet. Almost gave your old dad a heart attack.” He nodded, flicking one of Maisie’s pigtails playfully.

“You’re not old!”

“Thanks, Mais, I—”

“You’re super old!” She blurted. Steve gawped at his grinning six year old incredulously.

“I’m super old? Could super old do this?!” He hollered, springing up at Maisie and rolling over so he was the one bent over her now, wiggling his fingers mischievously before digging them into her side lightly. “Could super old be a tickle monster???”

Maisie’s shrieking giggles bounced off the bedroom walls as she attempted to squirm out of Steve’s grasp with no avail, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn’t one of his favorite sounds in the whole universe.

“What in the world is going on here?”

Steve looked up to see you standing in the doorway, Nora propped on your hip as you arched an amused eyebrow at the scene before you. He raised his hands in surrender, giving Maisie the chance to escape from his vicious assault, scrambling over to wrap herself around your leg.

“I scared Daddy!” She said proudly, beaming up at you.

A surprised chuckle fell from your lips. “Did you now?”

“Uh huh! Got him really good too, Mommy.”

“Little gremlin hid in the closet and everything. Even had my glasses too, ‘s why I couldn’t find them.” added Steve, leaning back on his haunches and wiggling his fingers at Nora with a smile. She wriggled around in your arms almost immediately, making grabby hands at her dad until you set her down gently, easing your husband’s glasses off Maisie’s face and placing them atop Nora’s brown curls. You both watched as she toddled unsteadily towards Steve, babbling nonsensically to herself until she was gathered into his outstretched arms.

“Hi, dada,” She mumbled, face-planting into the soft wool of his sweater. Steve smoothed a hand down her back, plucking the silver frames off her head and putting them on before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Well, you, my little troublemaker, are supposed to be getting dressed,” You hummed, stooping down to boop Maisie’s nose. “The faster you do, the faster we can get to the park!”

That definitely enticed her, because her chocolate brown eyes widened and she nodded furiously, peeling herself away from you and bolting down the hallway without another word.

“I’ll take care of this one while you go get ready too?” Steve offered, heaving himself to his feet with Nora’s sticky fingers tangled in his hair. “Ow, shi—shoot, darlin’, what is that?”

“‘S yogo, dada!” She squealed, splaying one hand out on his cheek excitedly. “Strawberry yogo!”

“Strawberry yogurt, huh? I bet it was real good since you got it all over your hands.”

“Oh, she had a blast with it. Painted the kitchen table pink and all.” You chuckled, crossing the room to kiss his cheek, then Nora’s, before hurrying to the bathroom to get ready. “You’re the best, honey!”

By the time you’d finished getting dressed, Steve had corralled the girls to the front entryway, where he was trying to wrangle Nora into her coat whilst Maisie clung to his back not unlike a monkey.

Your heart grew four sizes at the sight of them all. Your family.

Honestly, if you somehow went back in time and told fifteen year old you that one day you’d be happily married to Steve “The Hair” Harrington with two beautiful little girls, you would’ve laughed in your own face. But facing the potential end of the world and almost dying, not once, not twice, but three times really had a way of bringing people together. And even though you’d both been through some pretty terrifying shit (and still had nightmares too), life was good now. Perfect, even. You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Maisie’s squeals of laughter pulled you out of your thoughts, refocusing to see that she was now dangling upside down in Steve’s arms as he cackled maniacally. Something bumped into your leg, and you glanced down to see that it was actually someone. A certain, previously yogurt covered someone.

Nora raised her arms at you and you obliged, hoisting her into your arms with a grunt before turning eye to the other two. “Are you two goofballs ready to go to the park now, or do you need a minute?”

“Park.” Maisie nodded solemnly, maneuvering herself upright in Steve’s arms and turning her wide-smiled gaze on him. “Piggyback ride, Daddy?”

“Your legs work just fine, little miss.” Steve narrowed his eyes at her, to which she just smiled even bigger, missing tooth and all. You liked to call it her ‘anything smile’, because when she brought it into play, she could get her poor old dad to do anything she wanted. Case in point. “Oh alright, fine. Gimme a smooch first.”

Maisie gave Steve a sloppy kiss on the cheek that he pretended to wipe off in faux disgust, but he shifted her until she was situated comfortably against his back. “Ready to go now, Mommy!”

You tugged Nora’s knit hat (a handmade gift from Robin for her second birthday that she absolutely adored) down around her ears a little tighter before you all ventured outside.

The brisk autumn air nipped at your cheeks as the four of you made your way to the small park just down the road, leaves crunching underfoot in a swirl of yellows and reds and burnt oranges.

About halfway there, Nora started to wriggle around in your arms, kicking her tiny legs to be put down and start walking alongside you.

“Nora, baby, you gotta hold someone’s hand when you’re walking, okay?” You said, to which she furrowed her eyebrows at you, but eventually nodded. Whether or not she actually understood what you were saying, you had no idea, but you set her down on the sidewalk anyway.

“Mazzie!” She squealed, sticking her hand in the air towards her sister, who was still settled contently against Steve’s back. “Mazzie, hold!”

“See that, monkey? Nora bug wants to hold your hand,” Steve chuckled, squeezing Maisie’s leg until she giggled. “You wanna climb on off of me?” She nodded enthusiastically, to which Steve dangled her until both her feet were firmly planted on the ground. “Careful, you two. Watch the cracks in the sidewalk.”

“I got it, Daddy.” Maisie said firmly, aiming a curt nod at him before taking Nora’s hand gently, which sent the toddler into a fit of excited giggles. “Come on, Nora bug!”

Your insides melted to mush at Maisie using Steve’s nickname for Nora, even more so when she pulled her younger sister’s hat back down from where it was riding up again, just like you were about to do. Your girls were a perfect mixture of both you and Steve.

Steve looped his arm through yours, pulling you close enough to press a kiss to the side of your head, grinning fondly as you watched the two girls amble along in front of you. “We sure do make cute kids, don’tcha think?”

“Pretty sure they got their looks from you, Mister Indianapolis 1972.” You teased, nudging him in the ribs playfully.

“God, I knew I shouldn’t’ve told you about that. I’m never living it down, am I?”

“Not in this lifetime.”

“I was five and my mother forced me into it, babe. I didn’t have a choice!”

“I’m so looking forward to the day I can show those pictures to the girls.”

“You kept them?!?!”

“‘Course I did.” You chirped, grinning cheekily. Steve pouted (very dramatically, might you add). “You had to have known I’d keep those treasures forever, honey. You know me.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” He huffed, dragging a hand through his hair. “But payback will come for you. Mark my words. Might go swing by your parents’ house and see what I can dig up. I think your mom would be delighted to help me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me, sweetheart.”

“That’s fine,” You shrugged. “I’ll just bring the girls over to Robin and Nancy’s for a little bit sometime. I’m sure they both have plenty of stories from your glory days.”

Steve’s cheeks went beet red, eyes widening in what you could only assume was horror. “Okay, okay, you win. I give up, just don’t—don’t let them traumatize our babies.”

“You’re so cute, Stevie.” You smiled at him sweetly, squeezing his bicep affectionately before pulling away to join the girls as you all entered the park.

Maisie was sure to leave Nora with you and Steve before beelining straight for the play structure off in the distance, instantly scurrying up to the top and waving frantically at the two of you. She’d always been an avid climber of things—just ask Steve and her uncles, who’d all had Maisie the monkey crawling all over them at least once in their lives. And Maisie would never let her dad know, but her Uncle Eddie was her favorite jungle gym. He always let her launch herself at him and hang around wherever, while Steve tended to go more protective dad mode about it all.

Nora, on the other hand, wasn’t too keen on the jungle gym yet, instead opting to toddle alongside you and Steve, picking up random things off the ground every so often and passing them off to her dad. A few pebbles here, a couple pieces of bark there, a fistful of crumbly leaves, Steve’s pockets were full of nature soon enough. Once his were filled to the brim, she started to shove things into her own tinier ones, half of the stuff falling right back out.

“Babe, take some rocks.” Steve whispered, holding out a handful towards you. “Take them, I can’t fit any more in my pockets!”

“You know you can just drop them, right?” You replied quietly, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah I know, but she wants me to hold them!”

“She’s two! She won’t even know they’re gone.”

“Are you sure?”

“Has she ever noticed how her pockets are always empty when we come back to the park?”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. “No…”

“There’s your answer then.”

He took a quick gander at his surroundings, glancing down at Nora to ensure that she was paying no attention to him before flinging the rocks quickly into a nearby pile of leaves.

Eventually, Nora gravitated towards Maisie at the play structure, even going so far as taking a few rides down the swirly slide. Meanwhile, you and Steve took a seat on a bench a little ways away, not too close, but near enough that you could keep an eye on them both. His arm quickly found its way around your shoulders to pull you against him yet again, free hand drawing lazy circles on your knee as the two of you fawned over your cute kids like proud parents.

Around noon, you decided it was time to call it a day, as the girls had been playing for almost two hours, and it was almost time for lunch.

“C’mon, kiddos, it’s time to go home!” You called, waving for the girls to come to you and Steve. Maisie obliged willingly, but one look at Nora and you knew she was about to throw a fit. A deep frown curved her lips, brows pinched, nose scrunched, in a way that almost reminded you of Steve’s upset face when you thought of it. “Honey, I think—”

Steve saw it too, instantly setting at a brisk pace towards the girls. “Yep, I’m on it.”

Neither of you got there fast enough to quell the wail that escaped Nora’s mouth, surprisingly loud for such a tiny person.

Maisie clung to your leg, wrapping her arms around your knee with a wide eyed gaze aimed up at you. “Is she okay?”

“I think she’s just a little upset we have to go home now, baby.” You explained gently, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Remember how you used to get really sad before we left the park?” Maisie nodded knowingly. “Dad’s got her now, so everything should be okay.”

“Nora bug, what’s wrong?” Steve cooed, kneeling down so he was eye level with his teary eyed toddler. “Wanna tell dada what’s got you so upset?”

“Don’t wanna go!” She sniffled, lower lip trembling.

“You don’t wanna go home? That’s okay, baby, I know you’re having fun.” He hummed, gently wiping the tears from her rosy cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. Nora burrowed into Steve’s chest with a whimper, clinging to her dad with as much force as she could muster. “Tell you what, if we leave now, we can come back tomorrow and play some more.”

“All day?”

“All day, bug.” He confirmed, stretching out the first word to entice her even more.

She peered up at him thoughtfully as she pondered his proposition, tracing the buttons on his jacket with her fingers. “Pomise?”

“I promise.” That seemed to meet her standards, because she nodded, attempting to shove her way into his arms to get him to pick her up. As soon as he scooped her up, he pressed a smacking kiss to her forehead and she beamed, previous grievances long since forgotten. “All good? Yeah, you’re happy as a clam now, aren’t ya?” She shimmied around in his arms joyously, snuggling right up against him with a giggle. “Crisis averted!”

“Dad saves the day, yet again,” You chuckled, reaching out to tickle Nora’s hand as Steve made his way over to you and Maisie.

He aimed a wink at you, ruffling Maisie’s hair playfully. “Don’t I always?”

“Daddy’s a hero!” She exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yes, he is,” You hummed, accepting the hand that she offered up to you. Steve was a hero, in more ways than one. He was your hero, Maisie’s hero—Hawkins’ hero (even if they didn’t know it). Maisie’s other hand held Steve’s all the way home, skipping between the two of you happily.

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You and Steve had the after-park routine down pat, jumping right into it as soon as you got home. Nora’s pockets got emptied out on the porch, you threw all the girls’ dirty park clothes in the washer while Steve took them to the bathroom to get them all showered and clean, and then you usually helped finish up with one while he took care of the other.

Only this time, he’d assured you that he had it handled, dropping a kiss to the top of your head before disappearing down the hall with both girls in his arms.

After a while of not hearing the usual splishing, splashing, and squealing, you made your way to the bedroom to see if Steve needed help, only to catch sight of him sprawled out on top of the covers, Maisie tucked against one side of him and Nora tucked on the other, both of their heads resting on his chest. All three of them were fast asleep, looking like your perfect picture of heaven.

Hurrying over to the dresser, you grabbed the camera that Jonathan had gifted the two of you when Maisie was first born, snapping a quick picture of your husband and his squeaky clean girls for the scrapbook you were planning on giving him for Christmas. You snuck out of the room after that, careful to shut the door gently on the way out so you wouldn’t wake any of them.

You were alone for quite a bit, enough time for you to tidy up around the house before starting on lunch for when the girls inevitably woke up hungry. Soft music played from the radio on the windowsill as you rifled through the fridge for sandwich fixings, gathering everything and setting up camp at the counter to assemble.

The house was strangely quiet without them running around with Steve chasing after them pretending to be King Kong—one of their favorite games to play with their dad. You'd always watch them from afar, smiling to yourself when he eventually nabbed them both in his arms and tossed them onto the couch for tickles, reveling in the good memories they were making, memories that you both hoped they would look back on fondly when they eventually grew older.

Stuck in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice Steve creep into the kitchen until he was right behind you, arms snaking around your waist tightly.

“Whatcha makin’?” He asked softly, chin nuzzling into the crook of your neck like it was second nature—which, at this point, it was.

“Turkey and cheese,” You hummed, stifling a giggle at the feeling of his breath puffing against your neck. “No crusts for the girls.”

“And where are their crusts going?”

“Into your sandwich.”

“I assumed so,” He sighed good-naturedly, defeatedly accepting the scrap of bread you held up to his lips. “A father’s duties are never finished.”

“Poor you.” You snickered. “Girls still asleep?”

“Nora’s still out like a light. Maisie’s drawing in her room. Did you know Nora’s got a mean kick? She kicked the shit outta me in her sleep, we should really put her on a peewee soccer team when she's old enough. Could have a star on our hands.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” You blurted, turning around in his arms. You knew it was an out-of-the-blue question, and that he knew you loved him, but you just wanted to tell him again, on the off chance that he’d forgotten. Steve looked momentarily confused, but pleasantly surprised, smiling so warmly that you’d be fine never seeing sunshine again so long as you had him and that smile.

“Yeah, you do. All the time. I don’t mind hearing it over again though.” He murmured, cheeks flushing a bashful pink under your fingertips.

“You’re an amazing husband and an even better dad,” You continued, hooking your arms around his neck. “And I love you. Like, a lot.”

Steve’s hands splayed across your back, gliding along your skin underneath your sweater delicately as he maneuvered the two of you towards the center of the kitchen, where he had enough room to hug you fully. “Where’s all this high praise coming from?”

“I dunno…I just feel like I don’t tell you enough.”

“Believe me, darling, you tell me plenty enough. In more ways than one, in more places than one.”

“Oh, gross, Steve—”

“Sorry, sorry,” He chuckled, head hanging down to press his nose against the dip of your shoulder. His actions knocked his glasses askew, but he was quick to right them on his face. “I’m the luckiest guy on Earth, I swear.”

You tilted your chin up at him, eyes alight with mirth. “How so?”

“Well, since you’re fishing for compliments, I’ll let you in on it,” He rolled his eyes playfully, squeezing at your hip gently. “I’m lucky that I met you. I’m lucky you decided to give my sorry ass a chance. I’m lucky that neither of us died trying to save the world all those times. And I’m super, doubly—no, quadruply lucky that I get to have this perfect life with you and our perfect girls.”

Boy, did Steve Harrington have a way with his words.

You beamed at him, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt with the effort. “You’re such a sap, Stevie.”

“Can you just humor me for one second? I’m trying to be heartfelt and shit, and here you are laughing at me goddamnit!”

That only brought another laugh out of you, one that you did your best to quell by tightening your arms around his neck. “I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, kissing his nose, his cheeks, his chin, anywhere you could reach, pressing giggled ‘i love you’s to his pretty face. Steve spluttered out halfhearted protests as you littered kisses all over his face, ones that quickly turned into gasps of laughter at your now roaming hands.

“Okay, stop, stop,” He managed to gasp, honey eyes shining bright with tears. “I’m gonna pee myself, babe, stop!”

You stopped, but not before pressing a firm peck to his lips. “I love you.” You repeated, just one more time for good measure.

His response was near immediate, spoken pressed against your cheek like he wanted his words to seep into your skin, into your bloodstream, all through your veins so you’d always have them within you. “I love you too.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that fell from your lips, not aimed at him or ill intended in any way, just a culmination of all the things you were feeling in this very moment, here, with Steve. Why it came out as a laugh of all things, you had no idea, but it triggered a soft chuckle from him, which bubbled into a louder one, until you had to shush him through your own giggles so as to try to not wake Nora.

“You’re perfect, d’you know that? Absolutely freaking perfect.” Steve mumbled once he’d composed himself, eyes shining with the fondest light as he gazed down at you. The kind of light that made you feel golden, like you were his light. “And y’know what they say—perfect wife, perfect life.”

“Isn’t it ‘happy wife, happy life’?”

“That too.”

“Well, consider me the happiest wife.”

“Oh, good! I’m glad.” He kissed you before you could think of something to say, only to pull away seconds later, looking perplexed. “Is there a husband version of that saying?”

“What?”

“Y’know, happy husband, happy…something?”

“Nothing rhymes with husband, Stevie.”

“I’ll come up with one. Maybe even trademark it, then we’ll become filthy rich.” His lips twisted in thought, nose scrunching. “M’kay, husband. Something that rhymes with—” Now it was your turn to shut him up with a kiss, pressing your lips against his in such a way that the words died in his throat.

You didn’t need money or anything of the sort to be happy as long as you had Steve, your girls, and the perfect little life you’d made for yourselves in this not-so-perfect little town.

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joshlmbrt · 5 months

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warnings; this is inspired from @eddiemunsonw !!!! i’m not basing this all on their writing, but just a fixit (even though i haven’t seen this weeks episode, just saw that one photo 🧍🏼‍♀️), gun, a stab wound, scary munch (even though i kind of like him in a way. bro gets it done), gator (although oc), roy makes an appearance, lower case intended, this is also not my best work - yikes

thinking ab what might happen to gator… but what if he had a wife and a child…

it had been a week. a long week of checking over his shoulder at all times. he even went as far as buying an extra lock for the front and back door, telling you that only he had a key for it - keep it locked unless he uses the secret knock.

of course, you were confused and worried - especially since ivy was only a year old now.

two weeks in, gator felt a little relax - still high on alert though - he could actually sleep for a good hour or two before sitting in the dining room, getting a good view of both locked doors.

you step into the room, leaving the door closed a bit before making your way over to the bed and crawl into the soft sheets.

you watch gator as he bends down, untying the laces of his work boots before crawling over to him and wrapping a arm around his neck. you press a small kiss to a freckle.

“you okay?” you lean your cheek on his shoulder and stare at him. he nods a bit, toeing off the other boot. you lean closer and press another kiss to his cheek. “you sure?”

“i will be.”

you frown and open your mouth, brows pinched when you hear something outside. he stands, your arm dropping to your lap.

“gator?” you watch as he slips his boots back on quickly. he reaches for his gun, checking to make sure it was loaded. “hey, honey, what’s-”

“go to ivy’s room and sit in her closet. do not come out under any circumstances, got it?” he lifts his brows at you.

you nod, standing from the bed. his hand stays on your back as he follows you to ivy’s room. she was already up, wild curls sticking out. she was giving a grin, showing off her two teeth.

you would’ve cooed if you didn’t feel nervous.

you lift her from the crib and she grips onto your shirt. he presses a kiss to her head before one to your lips. “don’t come out. promise me?”

“gator-”

“promise?”

you hesitate, but not. if you did, you wouldn’t technically be breaking it - you didn’t say any words.

he nods, opening the closet door and pushing you into it. he gives you his phone. “call Roy.” the door shuts.

your a bit claustrophobic, but ivy is doing well, so you try not to hyperventilate or cry.

the call with roy is quick, he was the one to hang up. you could distinctly hear some yelling downstairs, before there was a loud thud.

you flinch, blinking hard. you grab gators phone, turning on some white noise for ivy who was sleeping in the corner on a small blanket pile.

you stand from the floor, opening the closet door and peeking out.

you could hear glass breaking and gators scream. and he expects you to stay put while he gets beat?

you quietly shut the door back, tip-toeing your way outside, careful not to step on creaky steps on your way down.

you cover your mouth, watching as his body hits the ground and a man - who looked larger - kneels down on the ground.

you’re completely on autopilot, blacking out, when you hear gator cry out again, coughing.

there’s someone shaking you, gripping your arms. you blink, roughly, as you feel the cold breeze from outside travel through the opened door. your hand is still clutching on to something.

your eyes dart down, dropping the gun to the floor with a clatter.

there’s large boots sticking out from a over on your floor, and a grunt.

your name is being said and you look over at roy. “there she is. where’s ivy?

“u-upstairs. in her closet, she was-” you finally hear the little girl crying. you go to run up the steps before stopping watching as she’s being carried down.

she reaches out and you grab her, pulling her close. “i’m sorry, baby.” you press a kiss to her head. “i’m sorry.”

“looks like he’ll make it,” roy places his hands on his hips as he stares down at gator on a stretcher.

your eyes land on him and your by his side in an instant - ignoring whatever negative thing roy might say next.

“you broke your promise.” he winces as he shifts on the stretcher.

“technically, i didn’t.” you grab his hand. there was a gash on the side of his temple, nearing his eyebrow.

he grips your hand. “thanks for saving me.”

you nod, leaning down and press your lips to his forehead. “always.”

gator tags; @officerrrfriendly, @keerygal, @halflifejess, @alltoomay, @whisperingwillowxox

#gator tillman #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x you #joe keery x reader

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kentwells · 5 months

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extreme stupidity for @clatoera... somewhere in ch1 of arwbfb i think? also for everyone in her inbox begging for eno/cash content i am HERE for u

also from the taylor prompt list btw

Enobaria knows exactly where the fuck this leads. She may have been gritting her teeth for him, because she’s known him since he was a fidgety, overly blond ten year old, but there’s a problem on her hands. If Cato is currently in a hovercraft flying back to the Capitol, then in a few days, he’ll be on a train back to Clove, tanner and more obnoxiously overconfident than ever.

“Cash,” Enobaria grabs onto Cashmere’s wrist, strewn with thin golden chains and sharp, colorful stones. She half drags the blond to the bar, because she needs a goddamn drink. Cashmere watches her drain her whiskey with apprehensive eyes as she sips on some violet, foam emitting concoction that Enobaria can’t pronounce. “I need a year’s supply of birth control,” she says, slamming the glass on the counter.

Cashmere’s brows shoot up – “since when do you sleep with anyone who could get you pregnant?”

“I’m not that stupid,” she says, because she’s dedicated to women and condoms and isn’t sixteen. Cashmere winks at her. “For one of the girls I’m training.”

That’s maybe 10% of what Clove is to her, but this is easier. It never helps when other people know shit about your life. Cashmere understands her subtlety, anyways, and Enobaria can see the pieces click into place behind her eyes.

“I can do it,” Cashmere assures her, “it’ll just be expensive as hell.”

Enobaria hands over her slim black card without thinking twice. “Oh, I didn’t mean that,” Cashmere blinks, but she pockets the card anyway. Sometimes, One girls are exactly who you expect them to be. “Just, you need the whole year?”

“Cash, kids are so fucking stupid,” Enobaria rests her head on her arms, black curls falling into her eyes. She doesn’t want to think about this anymore. Clove is the five year old who begged for real knives. Cato is the fourteen year old who once had the grace to look ashamed when she dragged him out of the broom closet by the dorms.

Cashmere takes another sip of her drink, looking thoughtful. “Yeah, but you know how that first year is.”

Careers don’t have quite the same process of coming down from the Games. There’s no psychological trauma from the burn of your first kill. She knows what Cashmere means though, the haze of painkillers and party drugs and the strange freedom of leaving training.

For the love of god she hopes that’s Cato. That would be spectacular. Let this be a stupid, teenage fling, that they both forget about. He can spend 3 weeks a month in the Capitol, and Enobaria will train Clove in piece and fucking quiet.

But the trainers hear just about everything, and Enobaria knows that Cato has gotten the other kids to understand that if they talk about Clove the way they talk about everyone else, they’ll end up with a bone broken in too many places to count. And the shit-eating grin he had whenever things went his way in the games is the same one that security cameras catch as he sneaks out of the girls’ corridor at 5am. She’s been tempted to sleep outside Clove’s door to stand guard, but her charts always show the deepest, least interrupted sleeps when they turn a blind eye to Cato’s presence.

“Just send them to my room?”

Cashmere presses a kiss to her cheek, absolutely leaving a pink smudge. Enobaria has absolutely zero plans to wipe it off. “Of course, babe,” she says, endlessly casual and cheerful.

Enobaria orders another, cheaper drink – apparently she’s about to drop a shit ton. Clove better be fucking greatful.

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lmanburg-letter-service · 4 months

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Dear Wilbur

my last letter was a moment of weakness that I just rememebr because I remembered that yeha. i did send letters. and turned out it was me screaming and crying ove rmissing you which is not very stoic-pilled of me so. here's a new letter.

Dear Wilbur:

how r u? i hope u've veen doing fine. u know writing the music u wanted and such and not sticking to genres you know will annoy phil. actual music you want to write.

last time I properly spoken to you was when you left. but what about before? let's go to before. before that there was dancing on the beach. I still hadn't told you fully what happened in exile and I don't think I ever will. let by gones be by goens or whatever u use that phrase for.

let's go back earlier. I hated thudnerstormed so everytime it stormed I would go sleep on the foot of your bed instead of the sode closet. and you never stopped me or said "no, leave" so i kept on doing it. Techni was right when he said I'm more animal that I'm human. you didn't bother to teach me how to be human eother so ig it's not my fault.

let's talk about mean girls. do yo ustill hate that movie? bc I remember u getting so annoyed over me begging to watch it on ur tv and then proclaiming regina george will be my girlfriend. u just wanted to play your guitar back then and you were a little sad. and I don't know what to do when you were sad, so I just annoyed u for an reaction. any reactio ntjat would tell me "yes I want you around. no don't leave me alone" and I'd stay.

you once took me to a pond because i got cabin fever from staying in for too long so you took me out and let me run wild. i stayed close to u the entire time because what if when i go and turn back you went home wothout me. that out be scary wouldn't it.

there is also the swing down the hill under that big tree. we carved our heights into its bark along woth our names. i was five and you were sixteen. the world was defined through orange sunsets and kicking eachother on the way home so the other would be the last to get to the door. i built a nest under your bed and you didn't mind. i cried and smeared snot all over your duvet and you didn't midn. i scribbled crayons over the back side of your music sheets and you didn't mind. when my horns grew in, i cried and whined curled up under your desk and you didn't midn.

idk. so how have you been, Wilbur. How are you, Will. do you miss me? do I miss you? do you regret chosing me as your brother? My name's not Tommy anymore, I'm sorry I threw that part of you away. forgive me?

Your forever little brother, Clementine

(C!tommy fictive)

[Letter Sent!]

#to: wilbur #from: tommy

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romanticly-yours · 1 year

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100 questions abt me:

1. What is your best friends name? I don’t have one

2. Year you were born in? 2011

3. What are you listening to right now? Lucy In The Sky With Dimonds by The Beatles

4. Whats your favorite number? 7

5. What was the last thing you ate? Cake

6. If you were a crayon what color would you be? Purple

7. How is the weather right now? Cold

8. Who was the last person you talked 2 on the phone? My godfathers

9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Hair

10. Do you have a significant other? In my dreams

11. Favorite TV show? Daria

12. Siblings? 2

13. Height? 5'1

14. Hair color? brown

15. Eye Color? Brown

16. Do you wear contacts? no

17. Favorite Holiday? Ieroween

18. Month? June

19. Have you ever cried for no reason? Ofc

20. What was the last movie you watched? Twighlight

21. Favorite Day of the Year? halloween

22. Favorite season? fall

23. Fav anime? Ouran Highschool Host Club

24. Hugs or Kisses? I’ve Never Been Kissed™ but I’d love to have cheek kissed over hugs

25. Chocolate or Vanilla? vanilla

26. Do you read? Ofc

27. Fav fanfic trope? Older brother of best friend

28. Fandoms you're in? MCR, FOB, PATD, Paramore

29. What books are you reading? The Perks Of Being A Wallflower

30. Piercings? ears

31. Favorite movies? The Perks Of Being A Wallflower or Almost Famous

32. Fav song rn? Gypsy-Fleetwood Mac

33. What were u doing before this? Tumblr

34. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn? Butter

37. Dogs or cats? both

38. Favorite flower? Roses

39. Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do? who hasn’t

40. Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex? I used too

41. Have you ever loved someone? Yeah

42. Who would you like to see right now? DamonFizzy or GWay

43. Pizza or tacos? Pizza

44. Pronouns? She/her

45. Do you like to travel by plane? No

46. Right-handed or Left-handed? right

47. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2

48. Are you missing someone? Yes

49. Do you have a Tattoo? No

50. Anybody on myspace that you'd go on a date with? No

51. Do you usually sleep with your closet door open or closed? If it’s open I don’t bother closing it

52. Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotels? Yes

53. Do you use neos? No

54. Do you have a typing quirk? Yes, sadly

55. Have you ever stolen a street sign before? No but my dad has, I want too

56. Who do you think reads these? me!!

57. Spotify or Apple music? Apple Music bcz my dad pays 4 it

58. Where are you? my bed

59. What's your plan for the day? sleep, school, shower

60. Do you ever count your steps when you walk? No

61. Do you chew your pens and pencils? Yes

62. Is it okay for guys to wear pink? Yes

63. What do you dip Chicken Nuggets in? Sweat n sour soucs

64. Last person you hugged/kissed? My mom

65. Were you ever a boy/girl scout? No

66. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? Monday

67. Are you lazy? Yes

68. Are you stubborn? Yes

69. Who is better...Markiplier or Jack? I never watched either of them

70. Are you neurodivergent? never diagnosed

71. Afraid of heights? yes

72. Do you think musicals are cheesy? yes but I’m still in theatre so

73. Is Christmas stressful? yes

74. Coke or pepsi? Pepsi

75. Major annoyance right now? My cds are at my grandmas in a different city

76. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Vet

77. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes

78. Ever have a deja-vu feeling? All the time

79. Do you take a medication daily? My iron medication

80. Wear slippers? no

81. What do you wear to bed? comfy clothes idk

82. OTP 4ever? i still don’t know what otp means

83. Worst fandom you been in? Danganronpa

84. Cheetos Or Doritos? Cheetos, the skinny ones

85. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Sunflower seeds

86. Ever hear of, "dn"? Deez nuts

87. Ever taken martial arts? no

88. Hair up or down? down

89. Can you curl your tongue? Yes

90. Tiktok or vine? Musically

91. Ever cried because you were so happy? Probably

92. Minecraft or Roblox? Idk

93. Did you have a gacha-life phase? Yes

94. Regularly burn incense? What

95. Ever been in love? Yes

96. Hot tea or cold tea? sweet tea !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

97. What type of kid were you? I was always the weird kid, I still am

98. Are you silly or goofy? goofy forsure

99. Milfs or Dilfs? no

100. What type of mom are you? I haven’t even had my first boyfriend yet

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dhampiravidi · 11 months

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"You’re okay, you’re okay." (Roguey comforting Renee after a nightmare or after something scary happened ;u;)

Renée was like her Mama in a lot of ways, even if they weren't related by blood. They had very distinct accents, got defensive fairly easily, loved acoustic covers, and, most notably, they really weren't afraid of much. So if Renée Michele was sobbing and shaking like she was, especially at the age of ten (when she and her peers were hellbent on being tough X-Men) something awful had happened.

"H-he had me, he hurt me..." She was sitting in her Mama's lap, curled up and trembling like a newborn pup. Anna Marie had been the second one in the room, but she was the only one who could pick up Renée, whose skin had been crackling with electricity. Hestia had to fight to keep Stitch under, and she was almost shaking as much as her daughter. She checked the window and the closet just to make sure nothing was lurking, then assured everyone in the hall that things were being handled, all while holding back tears. Remy had taken a seat by his little girl as soon as her powers had come under control. He held her hand, and he couldn't help but remember how small it'd been when she was born. Hestia finally sat next to him. They both looked as if they'd aged ten years.

"Who did, petite?" Remy asked softly, thinking he could make whatever monster she'd dreamed up seem silly. She wasn't old enough to go on missions, and her parents had been careful not to let any strangers see her mutated eyes, for fear they might be anti-mutant.

Renée had kept her eyes shut tight ever since her parents had turned the lights on. But when her Daddy spoke to her, she opened them, red irises looking into the same.

"De vampire man."

All three adults traded glances before turning their attention back to Renée. Except for that time Wade had been left with her (long story; would not be happening again), they really were careful to restrict what she was exposed to. What could she have seen that resembled a murderous vampire?

"What--uh, what was he doing, hm?" Hestia asked. Renée shivered and tried to curl up even tighter. Her Mommy immediately regretted speaking.

"H-he put wires in me, n' he kept pokin' at me..."

"Wires, like in a robot?" She shook her head.

"Like n' a hospital." Remy's jaw clenched. He made sure he wasn't holding onto anything he could charge up.

"She's talkin' about Sinister," he hissed, only calming down when he saw that he was scaring Renée. Hestia wiped her own tears away. Sinister had had one of his minions take their daughter only two years after she was born. According to what the rest of the team found in his lab, Sinister was curious to see what the child of a symbiote's host could do. He also had a sick fascination with Remy. The three parents still felt like they had failed Renée since Sinister had escaped. He was out there somewhere. They couldn't lie and say he was dead, just for him to show up again.

It was amazing and horrible that their daughter even remembered him at all.

"We are always going to be here for you. Even if things get scary, we will never let anyone take you away," Hestia managed, holding back a sob.

"Promise?" She got nods and weak smiles in response.

"You wanna come sleep wit' us?" Renée was about to turn her daddy down, to lie and say that she wasn't really that scared--"We'll play cards firs'. I got a new game t'show ya."

"Really?" She sniffled and tried to make herself presentable in the way that only a spunky ten-year-old could, scrambling out of her mama's arms so she could stand up. "Y'sure it's new? 'Cause ya taught me gin rummy yesterday," she reminded Remy. He just chuckled, leaning in to kiss her forehead before he pulled her into a quick hug.

"Yeah! Ya t'ink I got ya' somethin. C'mon, girl." And so Remy led Renée to the big bed in the next room.

#abrushwithdeath #renée: thread #thanks for the ask!#nightmare mention tw #tw: nightmare mention

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yeonjuns-beanie · 2 years

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Vegas Lights

Warnings: 18+, smuuttt, unprotected sex, one night stand vibes kind of, drinking, alcohol consumption, oral(m receiving), slight daddy kink(mentioned twice), slight slight ass play, dom/sub themes, kinda fluffy at the end not really

Taehyung x female!reader

a/n: I started this fic when they landed in vegas and have been avoiding it since they left lolskdjfkd. I just didn't know what to do with it, but I finally figured it out. Hope you enjoy :)) - nero

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt the sun peak through the blinds. The warmth of spring hits you full force without even stepping outside. You sit up on your couch and reorientate your vision to your surroundings. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you get up from the couch you had taken your nap on and stretch. Feeling the blood rush back through your limbs and your body wake up, you grab your phone which had fallen in the couch cushion.

The clock on your lock screen read 4:50 and you had some notifications from your group chat. Opening your texts, you were faced with your friends planning your evening. You almost didn’t respond back but decided that you definitely needed a night out. With the end of the semester coming up faster than you expected you needed some type of relief.

Taylor: Y/N PLEASE ANSWER YOUR PHONE

Michelle: girl you know if she’s this silent shes prolly asleep

Cal: bitch pick up the phone i know it take you 9 years to get ready

Taylor: maybe if we just keep texting the notifs will wake her up

Cal: …we’ve been spamming….

Taylor: we’ll let's keep doing it

Y/N: damn y’all are needy

Michelle: fINALLY

Cal: girl wtf you been doing

Y/N: sleeping…

Cal: you are always sleeping wtf if it’s not that you’re swamped with school

Y/N: sjdkfkds bitch it’s not like i want to be swamped

Taylor: well maybe if you didn’t wait til the last minute

Y/N: …..

Y/N: .....

Y/N: least i stayed in school leave me alone

Taylor: HEY

Michelle: BITCHSDFKDF

Y/N: LOL ANYWAYS

Y/N: are we doing smth tn or whats going on

Michelle: girl i know you know bts in town…wanna hit the strip…and go out and be sexy

Cal: yeah be sexy,,,like always

Taylor: y’all are delusional it’s not like we gon run into em

Michelle: but we might…

Y/N: like our lil gamble, im down

Y/N: when we leavin

Cal: well it’s almost 4:30 now so yall wanna shoot for 8ish?

Taylor: I’ll drive cuz yall…be stupid

Y/N: lol u right

Y/N: aight see yall in a few

Michelle: go get made up for tae

With that, everyone liked your message and laughed at Michelle’s. A thumbs down coming from Taylor. You looked at your phone and laughed before setting your phone down on the couch and heading into the kitchen to grab something to munch on.

Opening the fridge you realized you didn’t have much of anything, so you settled on some fruit, grabbed a bottle of water, and walked into your bedroom. Setting your snack down on your bedside table, you walked to your closet and began the treacherous process of creating an outfit for tonight.

You saw one of your leather tops poking out from the row of clothes, almost calling on you to pick it. You grabbed your black jeans and left the thought of what shoes to wear before you left. Heading into the bathroom you got yourself ready.

You turned on your tv in your bedroom and put on a playlist so you could have some noise while you got ready. You started with your makeup first, knowing that it always took the longest. Once you finished you started to curl your hair. Feathering it away from your face so you’d have curl and volume once you finished. Pulling the iron out from its socket, you walked back into your main room to grab your phone and give it some charge.

Hooking it up to its charger, your home screen flashed open and you had 7 unread messages in your group chat and the clock read 7:50.

How do I always take forever to get ready?

You thought to yourself. Looking over your messages, you realized that Taylor was already making her way to picking everyone up. As you were reading over your missed messages, another sent through

Michelle: bitch you always the last one you better be ready when we pull up

Y/N: LOL i will i just finished my makeup i just gotta get dressed

Cal: well you better do it quick cuz we bout to pull in your complex

Y/N: damn

Dropping your phone on the bed you put on your clothes on quickly. Wiggling into your jeans you waddled over to your purse rack glossing your final accessory for the night. Sliding your pants up over the round of your ass, you landed on a purse colored black and purple and resembling fur.

Before deciding on a pair of shoes, you packed your bag of any cosmetics or necessities you may need through the night. You finally decided on a pair of black platforms, that brought you not only height but brought attention to your best asset; your lower half.

Spritzing yourself with your favorite perfume, you grabbed your phone and your bag and headed out your front door. Turning around to lock your apartment, you texted your group chat that you were on your way down. Coming out the from the stairway of your apartment you heard your friends catcalling you from Taylor's car.

Nothing like a warm welcome

Getting into the backseat you greeted everyone with a side hug due to your confinements in the car. Cal turned around to look at you,

“I’m impressed. I think this is the first time you came out to the car within 10 minutes. Proud of you babe”

“If you want me to take longer I can go take a shit real quick”

Taylor groaned

“Alright, off to the strip we go. If need be take your shit at Caesar’s or something”

You giggled,

“Where are we going anyway?”

Michelle but in before Taylor could respond

“Girl, ion know how Taylor did it but we going to fuckin Omnia tonight”

“The Steve Aoki club??”

“Yes!”

Taylor looked behind before backing out

“It doesn’t open until 10 so we got like two hours to kill”

“Well technically one because it’s a Friday night and we finna be on the strip.”

You clicked your teeth together letting out a slight hiss

“Maybe we should grab some food before we drink, or maybe even pregame. We can get those big ass daiquiris the just split it while we walk around before it opens.”

Cal hummed in agreement.

“Not a bad idea Y/N

Taylor looked up in the rearview mirror checking the lane over to make sure she was clear to enter the far right lane.

“Okay so I’m gonna park at the Venetian because it’s right across the street and we won’t have to pay for parking”

Cal groaned

“But it’s so far.”

Pulling into the driveway of the Venetian Taylor turned around

“Do you want to pay $20 for parking?”

The silence that erupted in the car was soon disturbed by bubbles of giggles.

“That’s what I thought”

After searching around the floors for a parking spot, you guys finally found one, and all climbed out of the car. Michelle swiped down the bottom of her skirt and huffed out.

“I did not think my shoes through”

As you guys were walking to the elevator Taylor laughed but assured your friend that she would be alright.

“We have a table so if you want, all you can do tonight is sit and look pretty.”

“Haha very funny”

Coming down the elevator, you could smell the faint scent of various cigarettes and cigars pouring through the vents. The signature slightly clean scent that all Vegas hotels had was the overtone of the atmosphere. The elevator finally dinged down to the ground level and you guys began your trek out to the boulevard.

Turning left onto the street, you saw Omnia on the right side of the street. Looking around the strip felt different. It didn’t feel like Vegas. The strip's aura was different with the addition of BTS being in town. The strip being purple, the Borahegas posters adorning some billboards, the pop-up shops you knew were around town, and the billboards playing their faces. It all felt new and fresh. The warm welcome for BTS making Vegas seem not so dull for once in your life.

As you guys continued your walk, you saw a Fat Tuesday’s not too far ahead.

“Hey, guys, why don’t we go to Fat Tuesday’s. We can get the big frozen drink there!”

Despite the line you saw forming from the building, you guys didn’t mind because it was a Friday night. Everywhere was going to be busy so you kinda had to suck it up. The further you walked into the strip the more the scent changed and now it resembled something of New York. Humid trash, sewage, and an array of smoke filled the air.

By the time you guys reached the counter to get your drinks, it was bordering 9:30pm. Spotting Ceasar’s Palace in the distance, you guys decided to make the walk down to Omnia. The walk took up most of the time and the rest was spent waiting in the line for the club to open. Once inside the atmosphere had one thing on your mind.

I’m bringing someone or someone is taking me home tonight.

You had been long overdue for some loving in the sheets and you were determined to have that rectified this evening. Looking around the building, the lights were more than bright, the music had your chest vibrating. The bass reverberating off your fleshy walls and finding purchase in your stomach. You looked over towards the bar but your friends kept walking further, following Taylor.

Trying to catch up, your eyes caught a man with floppy black hair, bangs hanging softly to the side, and in a white shirt tracking your moves. His stare was intense and it had excitement brewing in your stomach. Shooting him a small smile, you whipped your head back towards your friends and followed them outside.

Cal was the first to speak up.

“Bitch you got a fuckin table?? Who’d you blow for this?”

You and Michelle both laughed, Michelle, finding comfort in the seating provided.

Taylor rolled her eyes and shot Cal a look.

“Your dad, now what do you want to drink?”

“First of all, my dad is nowhere near a dilf so props to you soldier. Second, Sex on the Beach.”

You laughed

“Fruity bitch.”

“Y/N we go over this every time, not everyone likes to be throwing ass by their second drink, some of us like to enjoy being tipsy.”

“Sounds fruity to me”

“Girl, shut up.”

Looking towards Michelle she waved you off and told you her usual.

You all giggled and Taylor looked at you motioning you to come with her to the bar. Approaching the long counter, you saw a familiar head.

They guy from when you walked in. It was as if he could sense your presence, his head turning to glance over his surroundings and he stopped abruptly, taking a quick double take when his eyes fell on you. You bowed your head slightly, feeling a little flushed. You straightened yourself out and leaned up against the bar to tell the bartender your order. Standing up straight you looked to your left finally becoming acquainted with the eyes that were boring into you.

He looked down at you and smirked. A range of emotions ran through your face before he finally spoke.

“Taehyung. What’s your name beautiful?”

“Y/N.”

“Pretty name you have there.”

You giggled looking down at the counter, as if the gods above were trying to save you from your own embarrassment, the bartender slid your drinks toward you and Taylor.

“Want me to start a tab for you guys or is this it for now?

Taylor spoke before you

“We’ll close it for now.”

The bartender gave the total and Taylor just told you to zelle her your part once you got to the table. She grabbed the third drink.

“What are you doing, I’ll help.”

Taylor came up to your ear,

“Girl, you are about to be real busy, come back when you’re finished with him.”

She laughed, leaving you with a strand of shame before looking back to the man named Taehyung. Wanting a conversation to start flowing you racked your brain for conversation starters.

“So what brings you out here?”

Really Y/N? That’s your best thought??

What surprised you was how his eyes seemed to go wide at your question. Almost as if he was confused by it.

“Well for a few things actually. My band members and I are performing for the Grammy’s this weekend and we have a few shows the two weeks following.”

For some reason, who it was you were talking to was not clicking. Even though half of the reason for coming out tonight was to “run into BTS and be sexy”, you were in fact face to face with a BTS member and couldn’t bring yourself to run with the reality of it. You were holding a conversation with Taehyung himself yet you did not recognize in the moment that it was Taehyung. In doing so, your next question further caught him off guard.

“Oh! That’s pretty awesome! What’s your band's name?”

Proudly, he slipped back into his native tongue. “방탄소년단” falling from his lips. Suddenly reality hit you. You realized whom it was you were talking with and now your stomach was in your ass.

“-but most people know us by just BTS.”

Keep your cool Y/N. Don’t give in just yet

Trying to keep your facade up, you kept with the idea that you did not know who he was. You wanted not only to have a shot at getting laid, but also you wanted to let him feel like he could have a normal experience with someone and not be mauled by useless questions and fanatics.

“Oh! Yeah! I think I’ve heard a few of your guys’ songs before.”

“Did you like them?”

You laughed trying to expel some of your anxieties

“Yeah, actually! I’m not a big pop music person but you guys have a lot of range so there’s so much variety to your music. It’s cool”

He nodded his head, looking like he was searching for another topic of discussion. Or perhaps he was just figuring you out. You grabbed your drink and sucked back more than half of it through the two straws in a less than poor attempt to rid yourself of your nerves. Looking back up at Taehyung you went to open your mouth to speak but he beat you to it.

“Thirsty?”

He cocked his eyebrow, fully indulging in making you squirm in front of him. As you scrambled to find words to a response, he laughed and cut you off again.

“Don’t hurt yourself thinking darling, I’m just playing with you. Wanna dance?”

You couldn’t believe this. You were actually about to dance with an idol, and not just any idol it was Taehyung. You felt like you were in a sick dream and at any moment this was going to be ripped from you with your eyes tearing open from sleep. Unconsciously, you nodded your head to him and he placed his hand out for you to grab. When your palm met his, you finally actualized your situation. This was real and it was happening to you.

With the alcohol in your system begging to brew and settle in between your legs creating warmth and you were beginning to find newfound confidence. You swayed your hips with a little more fluidity as he guided you through the crowds of people. Finally reaching the main area of the floor, you felt sensuality seep into your being. You looked up at him with a hopeful innocent look, but anybody could see the desire swimming in your pupils.

A song you knew came through the speakers, and you laid your back against his chest moving your hips to the bass of the song. Feeling yourself loosen up, you wanted to almost present yourself to him, give him a reason to want to take you back to his room.

You swayed your body against him, your plump ass grinding against his lower half more than a few times. His hands were large, larger than you could ever imagine and they enveloped you like velvet ropes. They were rough yet gentle in nature and knew exactly where to touch you while you two were in each other’s embrace.

You felt butterflies and warmth flourish in your stomach and lower half. You spun around with this grandiose confidence and you rolled your body against his following the flow of the music. You wrapped your arms around his neck and a smirk grew on his face.

“Who’s this minx I’m with now? What happened to the timid little lady over at the bar?”

You smiled and lightly tangled your hands in his curls at the bottom of his head fire

“Guess I finally got out of my head.”

To the beat of the music, you snaked your way down his body and looked up at him, your eyes filled with concupiscent intent. As you made your way back up, you turned your body back around to place your backside against his front. He placed his large hand on your hip and pushed your body into his, leaving no room for apprehension.

“You’re quite the dancer Y/N. Wonder if the way you move translates somewhere else.”

He trailed off, pulling back away from you only to spin you back to face him so he could gauge your expression. You bit your lip in anticipation and smiled at him.

“What are you getting at Taehyung?”

The way your voice dripped off your tongue sent a chill up his spine and blood in between his legs. He felt himself twitch behind his pants and he wrapped his arms around your waist again now pressing you against him so that you could feel the effect of yourself on him.

“I think you know exactly what I’m getting at sweetheart. Wanna get out of here?”

You smiled.

“I would want nothing more.”

The crowd of people shielded your hand grazing over the front of his pants to punctuate your desire for him.

“But first I need to go back to my table and grab my bag.”

Taehyung stepped back and guided his hand in front of him

“Lead the way.”

Walking back toward the back of the venue you eventually made it through the endless maze of people and back to the table where all your girls resided. As you finally came into view, Michelle was the first one to notice you and then her eye flew from her skull noticing the man trailing behind. You made a face that silently said “Please don’t freak out”. To which she just knocked back her drink to find her composure.

As you walked up to the table you grabbed your bag and told them your plan for the night.

“I know it’s kinda early but I met this man and were gonna walk the strip for a bit. He wants me to show him around.”

Taehyung smiled behind you lightly, partly due to your bold face lie and partly due to the reactions around the table. Cal spoke up second looking at you with judging eyes.

“You crazy bitch. A’ight have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

You laughed

“That’s practically everything, Cal.”

“Exactly.”

She pointed behind you with her drink,

“As for you, I’ll find out everything in the blink of an eye. So, don’t do anything stupid.”

Taehyung threw his hand up in defeat

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You finally picked up your bag and gave everyone a hug, itching to get out of there. When you reached Taylor, she hugged you a little tighter than usual and spoke directly into your ear so that only you could hear.

“You’re crazy you know that?”

“It’s literally what we came out here for I can’t pass it up.”

“I’m not gonna stop you, but please be careful. And if anything you know I’ll be there faster than a minute. Send me your location when you get to wherever you’re going.”

You pulled away from her and you both shared a tender moment silently letting each other know your thoughts.

“I’ll let you know everything as soon as I can.”

“Good. Okay, enough sap, go fuck your heart out and tell us everything in the morning.”

You finally walked away your hand laced in Taehyung’s so that maneuvering through the club would be easier. You went out an opposite way than you came in and you assumed that it was for private valet purposes. Once you reached the outside, a cool breeze passed through the air, sending you to press into Taehyung’s side.

“Someone’s eager.”

“It was the wind you ass, don’t get ahead of yourself.”

He hummed in response as a blacked out SUV, pulled into the driveway of the valet. Taehyung looked at and nudged his head toward the car.

“C’mon princess, let’s get in.”

He opened the door for you something that surprised you for some reason. As you slid into the back seat, Taehyung scooted in next to you getting almost unbearably close. You could finally smell him without the overbearing scents of everything around you and it was intoxicating. He flushed out a scent of light musk and something reminiscent of freshly burnt tobacco. You wanted to bottle it and save it till the end of time. As he shut the door the driver looked behind through the lowered partition.

“Back to the mansions, sir?”

“Yes. And would you mind rolling up the partition?”

The driver nodded his head and began his route to “mansions”. You could feel Taehyung’s eyes boring into the side of you and slowly turned your head to look at him. Your eyes glazed over. He patted his lap and looked back up into your eyes.

“Come a little closer, I don’t bite. Hard, at least.”

You tossed your purse to the other side of the car and straddled his lap.

He dragged his hands up and down your torso before bringing his hand up to your cheek.

“You are so breathtakingly beautiful. I can’t wait to ruin you.”

A pulse involuntarily ripped through your core and Taehyung wanted nothing more than to let you know that he felt it completely.

“Oh, so you want the same thing, huh?”

His hand spidered around to the nape of your neck and grabbed a handful of your hair, controlling your movements.

“You’re a filthy little one, aren’t you?”

You trailed your hands down the front of his torso and slowly calculated your eyes back up to his. Your hands were beginning to tangle in his hair again before you spoke.

“Why don't you find out, daddy?”

It was as if every inhibition that he had was torn away by the sheer desire he felt for you. He halted his movements for a moment, hovering his lips over yours. You weren’t gonna fold so you played with him in return. Reaching forward as if you were going to make the final move and then backing away slightly making him chase you. He reinforced his grip in your hair and finally pressed his lips on top of yours.

The kiss was rapacious. Filled with a mutual need that could only be satiated in one way. You kissed him back with full voracity, grinding yourself into his lap. His hands moved from your hair, down to your thighs and grabbed as much as he could, molding your skin to his liking. With a roll of your hips, you felt him growing beneath you and you let a small moan slip.

You felt him smirk and in an attempt to regain a bit of control you bit his bottom lip pulling away at it. A groan left him and he pulled away from you. Even in the darkness of the car, you could sense the blown out look on his face.

“You said you didn’t bite, I never said anythin-“

He cut you off pulling you in closer and settling his mouth at the crossroads where your neck and shoulders met. He placed open mouth kisses before lightly biting down, waiting to see your reaction. With the airy moan that left you, he continued his assault. You grabbed his face and guided it to look back at yours to kiss his lips again. You felt your head become clouded with lust as the car began slowing down.

“Tae-“

“Sir, we have arrived. Anything else you need before I let you two out?”

“No, thank you.”

With that, Taehyung moved you off of him to open the door. You grabbed your purse and slid to the side of the open door where Taehyung was waiting with his hand held out for you.

“Thank you.”

Looking up, you realized you were outside of the Mansions at MGM. You only ever really heard about this property considering you never had the means to be in such a high end area in the first place. In your stupor, you failed to hear Taehyung calling your name. The cadence of his voice was something nuanced in the distance. You finally came to and the look in Taehyung’s eyes was enough to make anyone feel everything nerves had to offer. You cowered your neck in a bit of embarrassment as he led you to the entrance of the building.

“I see the woman from the bar decided to join us on our trip.”

“Sorry I just didn’t expect to pull up here ya know?”

“What were you expecting sweetheart?”

“A hotel and not the mansions”

You chuckled out literally trying to expel yourself of any nerves. For some reason, this seemed to work because the moment you stepped inside the need you felt from earlier made its reappearance. Feeling a bit more comfortable in the reclusive nature of the building. You walked a little closer to him, leaning your body into his while you two waited for the elevator to open. Taking a quick look at your surroundings, you realized that no one was in your general vicinity so you snaked your hand down the front of his body and brought your head to his shoulder to look at him in the eye.

“I wouldn’t get too ahead of yourself.”

Taehyung had a warning look in his eyes telling you to stop while you continued your ministrations subtly. When the elevator door opened you pulled yourself away from him and followed him in. You decided to open your group chat and send your location so they would feel a little bit safer knowing where you were. When you did you put your phone back into your purse but immediately felt a rush of vibrations wave through the fabric. Y

ou smiled to yourself, and just before you had the chance to look over at Taehyung, the bell dinged to the floor he was on and the doors opened. He grabbed your hand and brought you out quickly to walk down the hall to his room. Upon reaching the door, you barely had the chance to see him open it before you were spun around and pushed against the inside of the door.

“Think you can do whatever you want just cause I brought you here with me?”

“Considering you’ve done nothing to make me think otherwise, yeah I do.”

You chuckled but it was soon overshadowed by Taehyung’s scoff as he shook his head.

“You’re a brat.”

“Glad you figured that out. Now, what are you gonna do about it.”

The ball was in his court and it seemed like he didn’t know how to do anything but hold it. His energy seemed to shy for a blip in time before a dominating aura encased him. Taehyung brought his hand next to your head that was resting against the door and brought his body inches away from your own. You felt your gall dwindle at this moment feeling like prey in his presence. He brought his face to yours and spoke again.

“Tell me what you want and maybe I’ll indulge.”

You looked up facing him in his eyes and smiled one last time before he took over the reins for the night completely.

“I don’t beg…daddy.”

His response was one more than unexpected but it excited you entirely.

“You will.”

There was a different kind of hunger to this kiss than the one that was shared in the car. It’s like he was trying to prove something to you with this one. You let your purse drop from your arm, landing on the floor by your feet and you brought your hands up to his body. His hands began roaming your curves and you rolled your body into his. Reaching the curve of your ass, he squeezed at the flesh again and you brought your leg up, riding against the side of his own.

“Jump.”

Swallowing any doubt about yourself you listened to his command. You jumped and wrapped your legs around him. He carried you both to the bed and he laid you down, the motion somewhat gentler than all his previous actions. You attempted you keep the kiss in motion, but he pulled away leaving you chasing after him. Smirking at you he got a premiere showing of your want for him and he relished in that before you had the chance to take it away from him.

He brought his lips back to yours and when he did you tried to fight your place for dominance for a spare moment. You swiped your tongue along his lip, asking permission before embarking on your ministration with his mouth. Your tongue slipped into his mouth with permission granted from his end. Your tongues campaigned for preeminence over each other and Taehyung smiled into the kiss sensing your objective.

He tried to pull away again but you seized his lips in between your teeth, halting his movements. Taehyung complied with your actions leaning back into the kiss. His hands roamed your body once again, finding purchase on your breast, where he pinched your nipple making you gasp.

With his lips freed from your reign, he began leaving opened mouth kisses on your neck and trailing down to the valley of your breasts. Unzipping the leather top, he was met with the pleasant surprise that you were free of a bra underneath your top.

“Expecting something to happen Y/N?”

“Not necessarily but I’m glad that it is.”

Slipping the top off, he threw it across the room. He continued his trail down to the hem of your pants, undoing them and peeling the fabric away from your skin. Reaching your ankles he removed you of your shoes as well. Feeling overly vulnerable due to your lack of clothes, you waited for him to hover back above you before whining and pulling at his shirt.

“You’re wearing too much.”

“Then take it off sweetheart.”

Pulling apart at the buttons you undid his shirt and as he slipped out of the sleeves you admired his naked upper half. Going silent you seemed to forget that this was real life and not a movie that you could just pause and stare at. His voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Y/N, take a picture instead. You can stare as long as you want.”

You rolled your eyes up at him, internally embarrassed by his comment realizing that you had just been caught red handed. Sticking your embarrassment somewhere else within you, you found the confidence to flip the two of you over, leaving you on top. With you in this new position, you felt vulnerable and powerful all in the same breath.

Leaning down you brought yourself to the belt on his pants, undoing it and his pants. You looked up at him and removed him from his bottom half of clothing, shoes included. Letting the array of fabrics pool on the floor you brought your hand up to massage over the bulge residing in his underwear.

A small hiss left his mouth, letting a small smile form on your face. Gently placing your fingertips at the hem of his underwear, you began slowly pulling down the fabric much to Taehyung’s muller. Rubbing over his clothed cock one more time you wanted to see if you could get a moan out of him and you did. Built up need and anticipation were vocalized and that’s all you needed to relieve him of his cottoned prison.

Watching his dick spring out of his underwear and against his stomach had your mouth salivating immediately. Whipping your hair to one side, you brought your mouth down to his tip. Placing small licks underneath the tip, you waited for him to say something, and it never came.

Feeling that you had control over the situation, you continued to do what knew best. Flattening your tongue against his hard cock, you dragged it from base to tip, dragging out a long moan from his lips. Teasingly, you sucked on his tip before dangling over his tip gathering spit in your mouth to dribble down his cock.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you fit as much of him as you could. When you reached his base, his hairs tickling at the tip of your nose, he groaned out. Finally relishing in the pleasure he’d been seeking. But it wasn’t enough.

He wanted more of you. He needed it. Out of your sight, his hand combed through your hair causing you to look up at him through your lashes, something that had him rolling his head back with an esoteric chuckle.

“Y/N, god damn.”

His hand that was once allowing him to look at your face, was now traveling to the back of your head and he gave a test push, seeing what your reaction would be. You smiled to yourself and brought your head up. He went to open up his mouth, but before he could you beat him to it.

“Use me, Taehyung.”

His eyes blew wide and so did his pupils, lust becoming their new color. With newly granted permission, Taehyung began fucking your mouth. His cock was hitting the back of your throat and you were swallowing your gags as best you could for his moans were sending pulses straight to your pussy. With each thrust, you could feel yourself getting wetter.

“Y/N, fuck. I’m cumming.”

You hummed against him adding to the stimulation he was already feeling. Then with the swiftness of wind, his tone changed and his grip on your hair became just a bit tighter than before.

“Swallow it.”

And who were you to deny? With a few more pumps of your head, you felt his load be released into your mouth. Warm and with a bite, you savored the taste. When you felt the shots decrease to nothing but twitches of his muscle, you pulled yourself off of him and swallowed all he had to offer.

Moving any hair from your face, you looked at him and showcased your tongue of what it had nothing to show. Wiping leftover saliva from the corner of your mouth Taehyung lurched forward flipping you onto your back.

What surprised you was the growl that erupted from his throat. With an intense ferocity, his lips were back on yours again. But you needed more than just his mouth. There was a violent ache between your legs and you needed to be satiated by anything other than a kiss. His cock was in view and surprisingly fully erect again. You arched your back away from the bed, weaving your fingers through his loose waves. Whining you let out a small

“..Please..”

Pulling away he smirked

“Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Please. Please Taehyung. I need you.”

Smiling he brought his hands to the lace trimming of your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them on the floor.

“What happened to ‘I don’t beg’”

Rubbing your face into the pillow, you looked up at him

“Fuck that, I need you. I need you so bad.”

He was savoring this side of you. So much so that he decided to see how much further he could push you. Rubbing his cock against your folds, he placed himself right before he could fully enter you.

“How much Y/N? I don’t think I know how much you actually need it.”

“Taeyhung, please! I need you inside me. I need to feel you ruin me. Please, just fuck me already!”

Before your vocal cords had the chance to let the words reverbate against your chest, he sunk himself inside your walls all the way to the base. You both moaned out at the long, anticipated feeling. He filled you up so well. You couldn’t tell whether it was just your hormones making this feel more intense than what it was but you swore you could feel the vein on his cock drag against your walls each time he thrust in and out of you.

“Tae, fuck. Holy fuck you feel so good.”

He hovered over you, his face hanging inches above your own. His nose dusting yours.

“Yeah? Feels good baby, huh?”

Your hands found purchase on his toned back and dragged down his skin, earning a graon from him.

“Yes, fuck. You feel so good, Tae!”

“Shit keep calling me that.”

His pace increased and there was an unspoken need between the two of you that needed to be released. Your walls kept clenching around him, a warmth beginning to spread in your lower half. But Taehyung was not going to let you feel your release without a chance to mock your need.

“Aww, is my baby close, hmm?”

“Yes, yes Tae, right there. I’m close, I’m so close!”

Bringing his hand down to your clit, he began rubbing you in small circles bringing you to your climax closer than you thought. When you released, it was full body. Your pussy was clamping around him and your stomach was spasming in on itself. Truly losing control in your pleasure. Before you had a chance to come down from your high, you felt yourself being flipped on your hands and knees.

“You said you wanted to be used.”

Taehying came down to your ear to deliver the last bit.

“And I’m gonna use you.”

Taking his length, he entered you again and began an unrelenting pace. His cock was reaching places it hadn’t previously. Kissing your cervix and grinding against that special little spongy spot inside of you. You screamed out at the pleasure. Your back arching as far as it could giving him more access to you. Taehyung grabbed your hips and moved his hands eloquently to hold onto the fat of your ass, moving it in tandem with his thrusts.

You couldn’t see it, but there was a darker look that overtook Taehyungs features while staring at the ripple of your ass against him. Gathering spit in his mouth, he let the glob of saliva hit your puckered hole.

The surprise sensation caused your eyes to open and you turned your head around to face him. You felt his hand move toward the middle of your ass and before you could voice your query, his thumb pushed inside of your tightest of holes.

Your eyes rolled back, the extra sensation sending you somewhere beyond oblivion

“Fuckin shit, Tae!”

You lost all decorum. Your breath was fast and loud and your moans even louder. Taehyung’s moans grew in frequency, sending down your spiral of pleasure even faster than before.

“Y/N, fuck. I’m gonna cum. Where do you want me?”

“Inside.”

“Shit are you sure?”

“Tae, please, cum inside me.”

With both of your holes being stimulated, you couldn’t help how desperate you sounded. You felt your rapture on the horizon and you weren’t finding any reason to stop it.

“Fucking slut. You’re filthy, so fucking filthy.”

You knew his words were in vain, his breath overtaking most of his tone as his peak rushed upon him. His thrusts faltered into something less punctuated and you felt his warmth coat your body once again. Feeling him release inside of you sent your you climax over its precipice. Squeezing around him so tightly, he groaned as he finished inside of you.

Slowing himself down, you began to feel him soften and he pulled out of you completely. Laying down on the bed next to you, you let your body fall limp. Trying to catch your breath you looked at him weakly, body still overcome by dissipating lust.

“Where’s um, where's the bathroom in here?”

He pointed.

“There’s one by the main door and then there’s one over there.”

Nodding, you brought yourself up and walked towards the one by the main door. You grabbed your purse off the floor and walked in. You glanced over your appearance and were surprised by the woman you saw looking back at you. You smiled lightly, the after sex glow overshadowing the mess of your makeup.

Cleaning yourself up, you grabbed your phone from your purse and walked back out into the bedroom getting ready to grab your clothes and leave for the night, not wanting to overstay your welcome. Taehyung was stretched out on the bed, clearly having already cleaned himself up, and was watching your every move. You didn’t notice yet, because your shyness had returned just as easily as it left. The timbre of his voice snapped your head up out of its thoughts.

“There’s a shirt there you can use for the night. I don’t really have much else that would fit as pajamas I think.”

You furrowed your brow

“For the night?”

“Yes? I’m not gonna have you walk around at night here trying to find your friends again. Although I’m sure you could do it, it wouldn’t sit right with me.”

“So you want me to stay here?”

“Thought that was more than obvious, darling.”

“Oh, okay…”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, that’s not it, I just don’t want to impose.”

“Y/N, it’s not imposing if I’m offering.”

You nodded silently in agreement, smiling lightly. You slipped into his shirt and it hit just past your mid thigh. Grateful that it covered more than you thought it would. A gentle pat caught your attention and Taehyung was looking at you while patting the space next to him. Climbing back in the bed, you got comfortable, but not too close not wanting to invade his space.

“After all that just happened, now you’re even shyer?”

“I just don’t wanna be weird!”

He laughed. Your personality checking all of his boxes.

“You’re funny.”

“Glad you think so.”

He grabbed your body and scooted you closer to him so that you had no choice but to be laid on top of him.

“You know, if you don’t have any plans tomorrow. I’d quite enjoy you showing me around here. Maybe some of your favorite spots…”

He trailed off, passing the ball into your court.

“Sure, I’d love to.”

He smiled to himself and reached over the bedside table to grab the remote and turn on the TV. You grabbed your phone and texted your group chat one last time for the night.

Y/N: Y’all are not gonna believe what I have to tell you…

Clicking your phone off you placed it beside you and rested your head on Taehyung’s lap, slowly feeling yourself drift off to sleep.

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hello everyone!!!! I've been awol for literally weeks because i had absolutely NO motivation to write but i finally finished this piece ˊᗜˋ so YAY. ALSOO thank you for following me, liking, and reblogging my pieces (it encourages me somuchsothankyouireallyappreciateit-- and remember reblogging really helps us writers :))) ) here’s a hug for all ur patience and feel free to send me asks or requests i love talking to you guys! ε(♡'-')з

summary: Harry keeps standing Y/N up. (request from @ballerinrry! thank u love)

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol and sex, angsty but with a happy ending cause for some reason i can never let them end on a bad note

Y/N was excited.

It had been a while since Harry had asked her to go on a date, it was always the other way around recently. She couldn’t blame him though, Y/N knew just how busy Harry always was, and it wasn’t like he was purposefully not asking her to go do things, he just had a lot on his plate.

That’s what she kept telling herself anyways.

It’s what she told herself when it had been 2 weeks since they had even eaten a meal together, and given the fact that just a few months ago Harry had come back to London for a while, that was rare. So, Y/N asked him to grab lunch on a Saturday while they were lying in bed together, and when he agreed, but failed to show up, leaving Y/N sitting at the cafe, her lips morphed into a frown and her eyes not focusing on the phone in front of her, she told herself he was simply booked up with meetings and studio time and such.

Thats what he told her when he got into bed that night to apologize for accidentally standing her up. She forgave him, of course, and suggested they could just get dinner the next week. He agreed, even walked around to his calander her to show her he was marking the date off in his calendar with a heart, her first initial, and 7:00 PM etched into the little box with red sharpie.

So, the week passed with quick kisses of good mornings and good nights, and while Harry was gone Y/N had on a black dress she had been excited to wear for a while now, with those little mini silver heels and a coat strung over her shoulders as she sat on her couch waiting for Harry to swing by to pick her up. She shot him a text that simply asked “You otw? xx”

He was not.

It took about 30 minutes of waiting on their couch to realize he was standing her up, again. And it took until the next morning for Harry to see her text (his phone had been on do not disturb while he was at the studio and he ended up spending the night at Sarah and Mitch’s after a few beers), and for the guilt to seep through his veins.

He apologized, again. And Y/N forgave him, again.

Only until it got to the point where Y/N no longer remembered the amount of times Harry had stood her up, for being at the studio, or sleeping after a meeting, or simply just not paying attention to his phone, she knew there was a problem.

Harry was fully aware of the problem too. He knew that this was no way to ever treat a partner, and if someone was doing this to him, he’d dump them— well, he’s never been one to end a relationship unless it was necessary, so that’s an exaggeration, but it’s the principle of the thing.

Which is why when he got home one day around 11 PM, gave her a kiss to the forehead after she sat up in their bed to give him a hug, and a soft “Can we talk?” escaped her lips, he knew he had to fix this. So he asked her if they could talk over dinner the next night, he just wanted to sleep but also wanted to fix things with his girl, asking her if she was free of course, before telling her he’s gonna make a reservation at that nice restaurant the two of them used to go to quite often, because “it’s been a while since I’ve taken my favorite girl out”.

A grin broke out on her face because he had asked her! And if Harry was planning it, there’s no way he’d cancel or stand her up.

So yeah, Y/N was excited.

She woke up that morning with a smile on her face, and something akin to a what she thinks a rainbow would feel like running through her veins. It had only been a few months since she’d last been on a date with her boyfriend of almost 2 years and a half in person, and she was going to make the most of it. Because after this date, things would change. They’d spend more time together again and it would be like this little bump (that neither had acknowledged) never happened.

Y/N did, well, everything to prepare. Took a long shower, shaved, put on that coconut lotion Harry likes— he tended to dig his face in her neck when he smelled it while holding her—, brushed her teeth more than 3 times, dug in her closet to find that one patterned soft purple dress she bought ages ago but never had a change to wear it, until now, put on those really cute heels Harry said he liked once (“Looks like something you’d wear on a runway pet, I love ‘em.”), and even styled her hair differently than normal.

He had told her he would swing by at 8 on the dot after the studio, and soon enough, it was 8, with no sign from the man who made the promise himself. Y/N thought maybe there was traffic, he was just running late, texted him a quick, “Can’t wait to see you!! xxx” and put her phone on the coffee table, waiting on their couch.

8 turned to 9, 9 turned to 10, 10 turned to 11, and soon it was midnight. Y/N doesn’t think she’d ever felt more empty than how she felt then, walking to their shared room of a year, slipping off her heels and tossing them towards the closet, as well as pulling her dress over herself and letting it fall to the floor behind her, grabbing that one t-shirt she always wears when she needs comfort (which just happened to an extra 2018 Live on Tour shirt Harry had laying around that she snatched just 3 months into them dating), and flopping into bed.

She couldn’t fall asleep, and instead spent her time curled up in their bedsheets, a steady flow of tears making their way down her blush covered cheeks.

。:°ஐ

Harry usually didn’t make mistakes.

Sure, he had his moments, grabbing the wrong coffee off the counter when his name was called at the cafe, forgetting to text Jeff that he actually couldn’t make it to a meeting that was scheduled in a few hours. Just little things, things that didn’t matter that much, and could always be fixed. He didn’t usually make mistakes that weren’t easy to fix. He just wasn’t that kind of guy.

Until, he was.

Harry loved Y/N. He loved having her around, loved spending time with her, loved loving on her, loved kissing her, loved touching her, loved the way she went about almost everything. He was so in love with her, that hurting her was out of the question. He never wanted to be the one to make her cry, make her bottom lip quiver before the tears rushed out like he’d seen many times before, due to movies, his songs (which as sadistic as it sounds was an ego builder to have someone so close to him so affected by the music he wrote), her school work, or even her friends that weren’t being so nice.

In fact, he was so in love with her, even being so afraid of commitment (it took him over a year of them dating to ask her to move in), all he wanted to do was blurt out those 4 dreaded words. “Will you marry me?” It was a bond for life, and he was terrified of that, but with Y/N all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his living days with her.

When Harry had come back from being in L.A. for so long and finally being in the same city as his girlfriend back at their home, all they did was spend time together. Every time he saw Y/N all he wanted to do was say those 4 words that he hadn’t even fully come to terms with himself. It was dangerous, and Harry’s self control when it came to Y/N was lacking, so he simply did was every normal person would do in his situation.

He stood her up.

Many more times than he could count, and of course he felt like the shittiest person in the world— shittiest boyfriend in the world—but at least now she can’t possibly be under the impression that he wanted to marry her, which is what he wanted. Or thought he wanted, until Sarah called him up one day after he had stood Y/N up for dinner the night before and told him off. Told Harry just how fucking terrible he made Y/N feel, how unwanted she thought she was, how she felt like they were loosing their relationship, and Harry didn’t know what to do with himself. (Of course Y/N had sobbed to Sarah about it over the phone while she was drunk off the wine she opened 40 minutes after Harry said he would be there, so she really didn’t even remember the conversation).

And later that day Harry had come home, heard her wavering voice asking if they could talk, and decided in his head he would tell her how he felt, how sorry he was, and how he wanted to be with her forever and love her forever if she allowed him. He had a few expectations for their dinner, that Y/N would probably tell him how he’s made her feel, and Harry would apologize, tell her why he did it, explain he thought it was no excuse, then tell her he plans on marrying her (obviously not proposing just yet, but finally bringing up the conversation they had never had even though they were in a serious committed relationship) and they’d go back home, have the most amazing sex ever, and forget about the whole thing.

What Harry didn’t expect was to get a call from Jeff around 5 asking him to come to the studio to fix few vocals, then end up nailing down 2 songs in one night, go to a bar with the band to celebrate, get drunk, then pass out at Mitch and Sarahs flat.

But that’s what happened, according to Mitch, who woke Harry up the very next morning.

“Good morning man, wakey wakey,” Mitch’s teasing tone echoed through Harry’s (what felt like full of vodka) brain as he groaned and squinted his eyes. “Why are you waking me up at this hour in the morning?” Harry asked drearily, sighing and simultaneously regretting last night as a whole because the last thing he wanted to do while hungover was be up before at least 9 AM.

“We’ve gotta go to meet with Jeff about tour in like a hour, H” Mitch stated .

At Mitch’s words Harry sat up on their couch, eyes wide in fear. “Wait mate, I thought tha’ meeting was on Wednesday.”

“It is Wednesday H, god how drunk did we let you get last night…” Mitch said, beginning to recount some of Harry’s antics the night before. Harry however, couldn’t hear a thing with the blood pumping through his ears. If today was Wednesday, that meant yesterday was Tuesday, and he went and got trashed at a bar with his friends Tuesday night when— when he was supposed to be on a date with Y/N, when he was supposed to confess his intentions, when he was supposed to apologize for standing her up over and over, yet instead he went and did it again.

Now this, this was a mistake.

“…H. H. Harry? Are you there?” Mitch’s voice came back into focus and Harry shook his head. “I- fuck, I was supposed to take Y/N out last night.” Harry said, his voice trembling.

‘I’m sure she’ll forgive you, it’s just one night.” Mitch tried to make Harry feel better. He knew Y/N was a very forgiving person, she would get over this in no time.

“No, she won’t. I-I’ve stood her up for the past month and a half, Mitch.”

At these words, Mitch stands straight up making pained eye contact with Sarah in the kitchen who was overhearing most of this conversation with her eyes wide. She had no idea it was this bad. “Month and a half? I thought it was just that one time a few weeks ago, Harry what the hell is wrong with you?” Harry simply shook his head and didn’t reply. He had absolutely no idea how to make it up to her. “I-fuck, I don’t know Mitch!” Harry raised his voice. “I need to see her and apologize, now.” Harry said, standing up and rushing over to the front door and slipping on his shoes.

“This meeting is mandatory Harry, as much as I want you to see her too, she’d probably still asleep, and I don’t think this can be solved in under an hour.” Mitch said calmly, already knowing Harry was close to walking out his door. Harry stayed silent for a moment, weighing the options. Either go apologize to his girlfriend, or prioritize himself over her again.

“We can do it another day, I’m sorry, but I have to go see her, tell Jeff I feel sick.” And he walked out without another word.

。:°ஐ

The morning after Harry stood Y/N up again was brutal.

She stayed up all night, replaying moments with Harry in her head, analyzing if he wanted to be there with her, wondering if maybe he felt like he had to stay with her out of pity. It was torture, and the pain seemed to turn into numbness as time went by, and eventually the sun came up, and she stayed in bed, her motivation lost.

A loud crash and “Fuck!” woke her up, swollen eyes fluttering open to the invasive noise. Y/N furrowed her brows, her mind connecting everything that happened yesterday and unfortunately reminding her of the unbearable pain she went through the night before. A groan escaped her lips as she sat up and flung her legs out of her bed sheets that had been flung off the bed in the middle of the night. She began grumbling to herself as she made her way downstairs, ready to tell Harry off for making so much noise.

Her mouth stopped moving, and instead remained in limbo as her eyes met Harry’s. His mouth opened to speak, but his words were caught in his throat as he saw the state she was in. It was when her mouth pressed into a line that he could begin talking. “Y/N, baby, please I know you don’t wanna see me or talk t’me right now but I’m so fuckin’ sorry, love. So so sorry, it was an accident, I went t’ the studio to fix a few things then got hung up on the songs and by the time we went to celebrate I completely lost track of time, and I was too drunk to drive home so I crashed at Mitch’s.”

Her mouth fell open at his words. Everything was happening too fast. Hearing that he stood her up to drink at a fucking bar to celebrate himself, then coming home and accidentally knocking over a glass in their kitchen (which she put together was the crash earlier after seeing the shards of broken glass on the floor) frustrated her to no end. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him any longer, and Harry had stopped talking after realizing what he just admitted to her. Without another glance, instead of looking at Y/N’s tear stained face, all he saw was her back, walking up the stairs to their room.

“Fuck,” He said to himself before following her up the pink stairs. “Y/N, love wait-please, I’m so sorry, I just need to talk to you, I need to explain myself, please.” He begged as she shut their bedroom door in his face, his voice turning into a desperate whine at the end.

。:°ஐ

It’s been 3 days since then, and she hasn’t spoken to him. He would leave in the mornings, kissing her forehead and mumbling an “I love you” and telling her exactly what time he’d be home, before leaving and coming back on time to find an empty plate in the sink and her lying in their bed, whether it be reading, scrolling on her phone, or typing on her laptop. He would apologize many times, reaching his hand out for hers and she would simply situate herself in their bed and lay down, back turned to him.

Harry just couldn’t take it anymore.

It was when she had finally let him kiss her forehead goodnight that he decided to take his chance. “Y/N.” He spoke softly, with no response or anything to indicate she heard him. “Baby, can we please talk- or I’ll talk and you listen, I just- I really need to say some things.”

She was still faced away from him when he leaned against their headboard and he decided to keep going.

“I- um. I’m sure you know how sorry I am, but I really am- sorry I mean. Not just for tonight but for every other time I’ve stood you up. I’m so sorry for not showing you how much you matter to me, and how much the things you do matter to me.”

It was then that she slowly sat up next to him and looked at him, eyes begging him to continue. He blushed at her intense eye-contact that he had barely gotten over the past few days and took a breath, opting to look at his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“We’ve been together for 2 and almost a half years, which is the longest relationship I’ve been in, and it’s no excuse to treat you this way, but I had just been thinking about how things progress even further than now,” He coughs. “Which is marriage, and when I finally came home, all I wanted to do was ask you to marry me- I don’t- m’not proposing right now, I just- I got really scared because wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone is crazy to me,

I’ve never thought that way about anyone else until you, I didn’t even really want to get married before you, and I started to distance myself before I ended up telling you this, but obviously that blew up in my face.” He chuckled a bit, locking eyes with her unreadable ones for a moment and lifting a hand to run through his hair. “What I’m trying to say, is that I love you, so so much, and I plan on marrying you— obviously if you want to too, of course— and I’m so sorry for trying to make you think that I didn’t care about you anymore or love you any less, because it’s the complete opposite of that.”

His eyes were watery now, as he started down at his interlocked fingers, and his eyes widened when her hand was gently placed over his own. “Harry,” Y/N began. “Look at me, please.”

His head lifted to see her facing him, her brows knitted and a small smile on her face. “I forgive you, okay? I could tell you were kind of scared of commitment when we first started dating, and I wish I could say your reason for standing me up is surprising but it’s not.” They both chuckled a bit at this. “I- I’m still upset at you, I need you to know that, because 2 months of thinking the love of your life is avoiding you doesn’t feel all too great, so you suck for that,” she said, planting a quick kiss to his cheek which quickly turned pink. “But Harry, even if you asked me to marry you a year ago I would have said yes. I love you, so much, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with you as well. I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment, it was… unnecessary and immature. So, thank you for apologizing. I love you.” She confessed again.

“S’okay, I deserved it, and I love you too. Maybe even more. So um, we’re okay?” Harry asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

She nodded with a smile and pulled him into a much needed hug and pulled away only for him to bring her into an even more needed kiss. “If you ever try to pull that shit again, I’m breaking up with you.” She laughed and he tackled her into the sheets hiding his face in her neck.

“Duly noted, love. Duly noted.”

#harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #Harry Styles #harry styles angst #im pretty proud of this one #if I do say so myself #harry styles fanfiction #its kinda short tho sorry

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silversatoru · 3 years

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hey shawty could you do number 15 with dabi? ANGST please <33 with a female reader

thank you i love you

silvers 1.2k event info

(1.5k? i’m doing these way too slow :’) but there’s more spots open if you still wanna join!!)

touya + “it’s 2:00am, where the hell are you?”

dabi/todoroki touya x f!reader

synopsis: touya loves to take advantage of your soft spot for him

t/w: nsfw 18+, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamic, degradation, mild humiliation, spit, creampie, mention of alcohol consumption

a/n: hello my fav shawty bae, my one and only, my soulmate, hope u like this <3 it got a little more self-indulgent than i would like to admit

a soft intermittent buzzing sounded from under your pillow, your body jerking awake and rolling over to grab your phone. the screen shined bright against your tired eyes, a string of unknown numbers glaring across the screen. you weren’t sure why an unknown number was calling in the middle of the night, but ready to give the asshole telemarketer a piece of your mind you slammed your finger on the green answer button.

“hello?” your words roped venom through the phone, still angry about your disturbed sleep.

“hey sweetheart~ i need a favor”.

you felt your heart practically leap into your throat, your mouth going dry and your stomach twisting into vicious knots. the voice was very distinctly touya’s, and an incredibly drunk touya at that. the same touya that used you like a disposal product more times than you could count — the touya that continued to endlessly shatter your heart.

“touya? are you drunk?” your voice had become several octaves softer, an all too eager pitch ringing in your words.

“whaaat? no,” he played the lie off terribly, audibly stumbling over his own legs and cursing almost immediately afterword, “okay, maybe”.

he was definitely drunk, you were 100% certain of it — the ocean-eyed scumbag wouldn’t have even thought about you unless he was absolutely plastered.

“it’s 2:00am, where the hell are you?” you made feeble attempts to sound angry, but your voice was laced with more concern than you cared to admit.

“uhh... fuck, hold on,” a series of thumps and crackles sounded after that, and you could hear touya’s slurred speech as he asked someone where he was.

“second street,” he repeated the information he’d been given, “you know, the one with all the frats”.

“sounds like your standards are lower than ever,” you let the insult side between your lips, and it felt good to put him down for once.

“they were never very high to begin with,” he let an unamused chuckle fall with his words, “it’s not that far from campus, can you come? pretty please?”

you wanted to tell him no more than anything in the world — to spit in his face and give him a taste of his own medicine, just to see how he liked it, but you couldn’t. why you continued to care for such a damaged, garbage man was beyond your knowledge, but you were helpless against the ache in your chest.

“yeah i’ll be there in fifteen minutes, and go inside, it’s cold out,” the words spilled from your mouth before you could even question your own horrible judgement.

“that’s my girl,” touya’s cocky, slurred tone rolled the words out so perfectly, your heart catching in your chest at the endearing way he referred to you.

dial tone rung out through your ears after that, and you drug yourself out of bed to throw on a jacket and shoes. with extreme disappointment in yourself you grabbed an extra coat from the closet — just incase touya was cold.

and he definitely was, because for some reason he was sitting outside in the frigid air when you finally pulled up next to the decaying frat house. you exited your car with the spare jacket in your hand and concern painted on your face — coming to his rescue just like he knew you would.

“touya! it’s freezing and that’s what you’re wearing!?” you shoved the jacket into his arms, a dumb smile sliding across his face as you scolded him like some kind of mother — it really was pitiful how much you still cared.

“must have misplaced my sweatshirt,” he chuckled, nonchalantly throwing his arms through the holes of the coat.

you rolled your eyes at his irresponsibility, slipping one arm underneath both of his and helping his wobbly form stand from the bench he’d been slumped on. the two of you hobbled to the car in silence, helping him into the passengers seat and then walking yourself back around to the drivers. you turned on the car and switched on your seat warmers, not wanting him to get any colder than he already was.

“so what shitty apartments are you crashing in now?” you let your words carry more edge than they usually did, but you were actually curious where he was living now — he always seemed to hop from one shit hole to another.

“they’re kinda far from here, and i can’t remember how to get there right now,” he shook his head, and you were almost certain he was lying right through his teeth, “can’t i just come back to yours?”

you fought with yourself for a few seconds, but ultimately gave in to him with way too much ease. maybe this time he’ll stay, maybe this time he actually wanted to spend some time with you, maybe just this once he’s not using you.

“okay, but you’re sleeping on the couch,” you shot him a firm glance, attempting to set some boundaries to protect your delicate heart.

sleeping on the couch my ass — your body was pinned beneath his the second you two walked through the door.

alcohol-stained lips worked roughly against yours, and you were helpless to push him away. as much as you hated him, you would settle for any crumb of affection that he was willing to give you.

“god, you’re so easy,” he hummed into your ear as he nibbled on your neck, undoubtedly leaving you with dark markings down the soft skin, “so stern about me sleeping on the couch, and now you’re practically melting. what happened?”

you didn’t even bother to indulge him with a reply, your stomach already boiling with shame and regret as you weaved your fingers into his dark hair. but it’s not like he expected an answer from you either, this is how things always played out between the two of you. you’d try to be stern, hold your ground, grasp onto a shred of self-respect; but the second he laid a finger on you you turned to putty.

“that’s what i thought,” he chuckled to himself, pulling his nose out of the crook of your neck and tugging on the waistband of your pajama shorts, “take these off, sweetheart. be good like you always are”.

it was mortifying how quickly you scrambled to get undressed for him, so shamefully desperate for any attention he was willing to give. and you peeling off your clothing was all the consent touya needed to get to work. he may be an asshole, a complete scumbag, a toxic, manipulative piece of shit, but he was not a rapist — he does have some morals, although barely.

he shoved his fingers down into the folds of your cunt, eyes glistening at the slick that immediately soaked his fingertips, “such a good girl for me”.

you squirmed at his harsh movements, and the praise brainwashed you further than you already were — intoxicating your heart and convincing you that you were more than just his sorry little fuck hole.

touya wasn’t much for foreplay, after all this was about him, not you. he dropped his dirty sweats to the floor, freeing his long, curved cock and wincing as it shot up towards his abdomen.

he never makes any effort to ensure your comfort, thinking about his pleasure and satisfaction only — forcing open your legs and sheathing himself inside your pussy before you could comprehend that it was happening. strangled gasps and yelps of pain flew from your lips, your legs wrapping around him.

“you need to have some more respect for yourself, princess,” he grunted as he mercilessly fucked himself into you right from the start, “i’m starting think you like being my irrelevant little fucktoy”.

you let out a few pitiful whimpers, eyes watering from the burning pain that ripped through you as you stretched and adjusted to his size. it wasn’t that you liked being used like this, it was that you were all too hopeful that he’d eventually love you the way you love him. embarrassing.

“you’d do anything for me wouldn’t you?” he stared down at you, eyes hazy as he slowed down and leaned over you, spitting into your gaping mouth, “swallow it”.

he was trying to prove a point, and your soft lips clamping shut as you swallowed down his wad of saliva proved it perfectly — you would do anything for him.

“you love coming to my rescue, love feeling like you matter to me, love being a hole that i fuck,” he wrapped his fingers around the sides of your neck, squeezing tightly as he kept up his ruthless pace, “i wanna hear you say it, tell me you love me”.

a garbled i love you flew from your lips, followed by a plethora of pleas and begs that only made you look even more pitiful. just want you to stay with me, touya! want you to be safe! wanna help you feel good!

your confession and collection of pleas only fed his god complex — you were so obedient, so easy to break through with little to no effort. and it was sad, so sad that dabi almost pitied you.

he fucked you hard until you couldn’t even think straight, eyes rolling back into your fucked-out face as he pumped you full of cum and and his groans filled the room. then he walked into the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving your messy, abused cunt to leak his fluids all over your bed.

once he finally came back out he tossed you a damp towel, which you lazily used to clean yourself up. he grabbed his pants off the floor and began to get dressed as you stared at him with big eyes, eyes that begged if he was going to stay with you tonight.

and he decided that fine, he’d indulge you just this once, just to keep you complaint. he climbed under your sheets and let you curl up against his chest — so pathetic. he’d let you fall asleep like that, but the second your breaths slowed and small snores escaped your mouth, he slipped out from the blankets and took his leave.

oh how heartbroken you’d be when you woke up without him tomorrow morning, tears staining your gullible cheeks and hiccups racking through your throat. he could practically picture the pitiful scene. you’d sulk around for a couple weeks, chest aching that you weren’t good enough, and then as soon as you’d start to get over him he’d call you again.

undoubtedly, you’d come to his rescue and he’d fuck you senseless all over again. it was a vicious cycle, and he planned on playing this game for as long as you were dumb enough to believe you mattered to him.

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keysmashingfantasies · 3 years

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i'm depressed and dying :) will you write me something sweet? you can choose who!! i just need something really comforting right now, thanks ily 💖

of course! i hope this cheers u up. and if you need to talk, i’m always here. love u bestie 💝💌💟💗💓 ps: i couldn’t decide so i did bucky, sam and loki, i hope it’s okay :D

BUCKY

he doesn’t like to see you sad

you hide it from him at first. you don’t want to worry him, bucky has a lot on his plate already. and he’s doing so good on therapy too. you would feel so guilty to ruin it. so you keep it to yourself.

but bucky knows you like the palm of his hand. “sometimes i feel like i understand this pretty head of yours more than i understand my own, doll”, he would say sometimes

after some time of you not opening up he would lowkey think it’s because you came to your senses and decided to leave him but when he sees your teary eyes one night he quickly pushes these insecurities down. “come on, this is not about you. if she leaves then try to at least cheer her up before”

so one day you arrive to his apartment and is greeted by candles, a dinner table where usually there would be nothing but a chair and a tv. and bucky dressed sharply. instead of his usual clothes, he would be wearing a suit. you wondered if the girls from back in the day felt these butterflies on the regular seeing him like this.

“hi, doll” “bucky, what’s this?” “well, i... please sit down”

you sit, and after a glass of wine and forced small talk, you began to talk. you were dying to know what this was all about and bucky wanted to use up every second he had left with you

“i know there’s something wrong”, he said. uh oh. busted.

“bucky, i-” “and i’ve been crushed to see you like this but i understand, honestly”. your heart ached at just how sweet he is.

“and this is by no means a way to try and change your mind. i just wanted to show you how much i love you one last time and-” “wait, WHAT? bucky, what are you talking about?”

“you’re leaving. because of me, that’s why you’re sad, right?” “of course not, bucky. you make me the happiest i’ve ever been. i didn’t want to stress you out- it’s just... i’m overwhelmed, that’s all. and... honestly, i’ve been bottling all up and just...”, you sighed heavily, hiding your face in your hands.

he gently pried your hands off your eyes, and greeted you with a smile so bright you couldn’t help but give him a smile back. “doll, i love you so much. but you don’t have to make it easy on me, okay? i want to be here for you, so why don’t you vent with me while we eat and then i can make you forget about it by kissing every square inch of your skin?” “sounds perfect

SAM

you needed sam. you had THE worst day since ever and you needed sam so bad.

you talked to him throughout the week while he was away, and it helped a bit. but it seemed like everything just built up inside of you and now you just wanted to curl into a ball and cry. and you wanted sam to hold you so bad. but he wouldn’t be back. not for another week.

you did everything you could to cheer yourself up. you wanted to feel fine and were tired of feeling miserable. “what would sam tell me to do?”, you thought to yourself.

so you decided to take off your makeup. but before you reached for the wipes, first you brushed away your mascara stained tear tracks with your hands. gently, like he would. if you close your eyes, it’s like he was there. “shhh... i got you, baby girl... now give me a smile”, he would coo. but he wasn’t there. so you settled for wiping away your makeup and hopping to a hot shower.

you then dug through his closet, searching for a shirt that smelled like him and instead of your sleeping short, you wore one of his briefs. you closed your eyes again. “what? at this rate i’ll have no more clothes left?”, he teased. he tried to sound angry but couldn’t help but smile seeing you wear his shirt. “but they’re so comfy. and they smell like you”, you said, going to hold him. “yeah, yeah, okay... how would you feel if you saw me wearing your clothes?”, he said, his hands going to tickle your sides. “i think you’ll look lovely”, you teased with a giggle that made his smile widen. “then imma start rocking those party dresses”, he said, making you throw back your head in laughter, giving him space to cover your neck in kisses. “now come, lil’ Sam, let’s order something”. you smiled at the memory and went to the phone.

“i’m gonna order enough for an army. i deserve it tonight”, you said as you waited for someone to pick up. after not long, you were reciting your and sam’s order by heart to the person on the other side of the line.

“good to see you’re getting the party started for me”, a voice said as soon as you hung up the phone. you stopped for a moment, not sure if this was just another memory you were conjuring. no. no, it’s real. the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat, the sparkle in his eyes, the way you could feel his voice rumble in your chest, even from afar.

“SAM!”, you yelled as you ran to hold him. “hi, baby”, he whispered, laying kisses on your hair. “i missed you so much, i needed you so much”, you said, holding him just a bit tighter, while some tears escaped your closed eyes. “yeah, baby. i know. i missed you too”, he said, lifting you off the ground; you promptly wrapped your legs around his waist.

“i thought you were out on a mission”, you said, going to hold his face in your hands. “i had to take care of those guys extra quick. how am i a good hero if i don’t rescue my girl from a bad week?”, he said, making you smile.

“i love you so much”, you said. “i love you too, baby. now let’s go, lil Sam. we don’t have much time before the food is here” “where are we going?” “bedroom. duh”, he said as he carried you.

LOKI

“who did this to you?”, he would ask immediatly upon seeing you holding back tears. “no one, it’s... i...”, he rushed to your side, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “you’re in your head again, aren’t you, love?”, he whispered so gently one might think he was sharing a secret, his lips against your temple. you just nodded while he pulled you closer.

“come, love”, he said, pulling you by the hand to your room. you wanted nothing more than him and the silk sheets, before the weight of reality came crashing down on you. you had obligations, deadlines... “loki, wait. i need to-” “you need to rest, my love”, he said, giving your lips a chaste kiss. “but i have so much to do”, you complaint sounded more like a whine, and loki gave a slight smile at the pout on your lips. “it’s all taken care of, my queen” “loki, you can’t keep using your powers so recklessly! only when necessary, remember?” “nothing is more necessary to me than to ease your mind, make you smile, bring you peace... now come”

he undressed you slowly, pulliing the elastic out of your hair and letting his hands massage your scalp and thread through your locks. you hummed, the tension on your shoulders easing immediatly.

loki helped you to lay down, easing you gently to the silk sheets that he insisted on buying to your bed. then he undressed himself, eyes locked on yours. however, there was no lust. just adoration, love. his eyes sparkled for you, like you were his entire world.

“i am baring myself for you. you are the only one from who i keep no secrets”, he said, while going to lay by your side, his hand carressing your face briefly before returning to your hair. “i am a god and you are nothing short of a goddess. i am but a servant kneeled at you altar, begging to be at your mercy, to serve you. will you lay with me for a moment, my love? rest you mind, let me adore you?”, he whispered against your lips

you spent the rest of the day and the night on the bed, whispering sweet love confessions, making love and sleeping next to your king.

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson headcanon #sam wilson #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes #loki x reader #mcu loki x reader #loki #loki headcanons #fluff

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