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zorobraun · 10 months

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ex husband ghost at your kiddo’s football game part two

“dad, what does ‘sex’ means?” theo asks, looking at simon while they’re playing video games. his father freezes. “what did you just say?” simon stares at his son in disbelief, instantly crashing the car in the game. “sex.” theo says again, his bright soft eyes full of innocence. simon swallows hard, frowning his nose. “first of all, how did you discover the existence of this word?” simon raises an eyebrow at the kid, laughing quietly. “mommy’s friend.” theo replies in a worried tone, his cheeks getting red from both regret and embarrassment.

“is that so?” simon’s tone is a bit angry now. “i’ll have a word with your mom, then.” he adds with a sigh, looking at his son. “don’t, please. it’s not her fault… she was very uncomfortable.” theo’s eyes are desperate and worried. “don’t worry, buddy. i’ll just talk to her… nicely.” simon reassures him with a soft smile, caressing theo’s head. he nods with a half hearted smile. “her friend was saying something about… mom missing the sex she had with you. i wasn’t supposed to hear that, but she’s too loud.” theo swallows hard, looking away.

simon is in shock. he holds back a laugh. “and mom said that… she can’t help but miss having sex with you, that you’re the best she ever had.” theo completes with hesitation in his tone. “oh my god, really?” simon asks with a fake surprise, laughing out loud. he’s not cocky, but he obviously knew that already, you used to tell him all the time. “yes, dad…” theo mutters with a light chuckle, still confused about the meaning of his mom’s statement.

simon shakes his head, still laughing in disbelief. “your mom is crazy, huh?” he says in a playful tone, wrapping his big arms around theo. “sometimes.” the kid replies, laughing too. “so… what’s ‘sex’, anyway?” theo raises an eyebrow, curious and confused. simon takes a deep breath, staring at his son in a serious, calm way. “sex is… an intimate moment that you share with someone you trust.” he explains in a non explicit way, smiling softly. “really? so you and mom… you trusted each other.” theo smiles sadly. “actually, it was more than trust. we… we loved each other, which makes the experience even better.” simon adds in a calm tone.

“do you miss having… that… with mom?” theo raises an eyebrow, innocent and naive as always. simon suddenly sighs quietly, the memories eating him alive. “i can’t believe we’re talking about this, buddy.” he lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “but yeah, i miss it.” he pauses. “i miss everything.” a sad smile appears on simon’s lips. theo stares into his father’s eyes. he knows that simon is not okay, but he decides to ignore that and give him a tight hug. “let’s get you back to mommy’s house.” simon breaks the silence, kissing theo’s temple.

a few minutes later, simon and theo are standing in your doorstep. you quickly open the door with a smile, since you were already expecting them. you crouch when you see theo, hugging him while you kiss his soft cheeks. “i’ve missed you!” you chuckle quietly, kissing all over his face. “mom, stop, it tickles!” he chuckles, pulling away from you. simon smiles softly in silence. the loud thunder makes the three of you look at the sky. the rain is just getting worse.

you look at simon. his eyes look like coming home. like listening to an old good song after months without listening to it. “hi.” you greet him, smiling. “hey.” simon smiles back, his fingers interlocking with your strands, caressing your head gently. “he already had dinner. and he also showered.” simon tells you, just like always. most of your conversations with him are like this. you nod with a smile. “um, you should come in. it’s raining too much.” you look at simon with a an awkward smile, making him chuckle quietly as he shakes his head. “it’s fine, but thanks.” he says, looking at you. “seriously, don’t drive right now. don’t make me worried.” you reply, touching his arm in a friendly way. simon seems to be hesitant.

“please, dad. stay a little longer.” theo grabs simon’s hand, pulling him inside. simon could never deny his son, so he gives in, clearing his throat before looking around your cozy living room. the living room that was once his, too. it’s a bit awkward to realize that he let you stay without even thinking twice, while he had to buy another place to live. “make yourself at home.” you say the magic words and simon feels that pain in his heart. this is his home. or used to be…

“can i get you something to drink?” you ask with a weak smile. “i’m fine, thanks.” he smiles back and you nod. simon takes a seat on the couch, theo throws himself beside his father. before you could sit next to theo, he leaves the couch to give attention to the puzzle on the ground. you and simon look at each other with a soft smile. you sit next to simon on the couch, making sure to keep a certain distance. “so, did you guys have fun?” you ask with a playfulness in your tone. “of course, mom.” theo chuckles, focused on the puzzle. simon chuckles too, his gaze shifting from theo to you.

“hey, can i talk to you about something?” simon asks, laying his arm lazily on the couch, his body turned towards you. you swallow hard, nodding. “sure. what is it?” you smile nervously. “tell claire to stop talking about sex in front of my son, for fuck’s sake.” simon laughs quietly, touching your hand and squeezing it in a playful manner. your cheeks get instantly red. “w-what? i mean, how… how do you know it’s claire?” you seem embarrassed at first but you end up laughing, slapping simon’s thigh.

“i know all of your friends, idiot. only claire would talk about such things in front of theo.” simon laughs again, making you laugh even more. “i already told her, alright? she’s impossible, i swear…” you smile playfully as you shake your head. “oh, i can tell.” simon mutters in a joking tone. you raise an eyebrow at him, mockingly. “she’s so blunt, it’s funny.” he adds, chuckling.

“she really is. remember that time when you first saw her? it was right in the beginning of our relationship, we had just started dating…” you say with a nostalgic smile. simon’s attention is fixed on you, a laugh wanting to leave his throat because he knows exactly what you’re talking about. “fuck yeah… she said: oh, honey. this isn’t your boyfriend anymore, it’s ours. i couldn’t believe my ears when she said that.” simon completes, laughing out loud, just like you.

“oh my god… i was so embarrassed. i felt so bad for you.” you mumble between chuckles, grabbing simon’s arm in a playful manner. “i was willing to break up with you, she almost scared me off.” simon jokes in a teasing tone, chuckling. you roll your eyes with a laugh, pushing him away. he laughs, adjusting himself on the couch. you stare at his lap for some reason, maybe because you just had flashbacks of the two of you having some late night fun on this couch. simon raises an eyebrow at you, clearly judging your malicious stare. you shy away.

the tension is too heavy when simon sighs quietly, staring into your eyes with so much longing that it almost hurts. he misses you like crazy… but then his brain reminds him that your boyfriend is probably upstairs, waiting for you, as he lays down on the bed that you used to share with simon. suddenly, he gets mad. he gets mad because that stupid boyfriend of yours doesn’t deserve you. he can’t even handle being with a woman like you. simon clears his throat uncomfortably, trying his best to ignore his intrusive thoughts.

“mom, did you tell dad about your wedding?” theo breaks the silence while focused on his puzzle and the world stops. simon holds his breath for a while, staring into your eyes as if he’s pleading to hear that this wedding thing is a joke. he feels like theo’s words opened an unhealed wound. he sighs quietly, looking away. the realization hits him. so you weren’t bluffing when you said that you were actually willing to marry your boyfriend. your eyes are filled with despair as you notice simon’s reaction, you can almost hear his heart shattering. “i’m so happy for you.” he finally says something, but his words are meaningless, shallow. he leaves the couch so he doesn’t have to be near you.

“w-wait, where are you going?” you stand up too, grabbing his arm. “i’m going home.” simon replies with a fake soft smile. you can see in his eyes that he’s devastated. “simon, just… stay. let’s talk.” you swallow hard as your touch stays on him. “i think we’re both done talking.” he replies in an annoyed, upset tone, still faking a small smile. “no, simon. i know you…” you insist in a frustrated frown. “don’t leave me in the dark, alright? please. your opinion matters to me.” your voice breaks a little, already fighting the urge to cry. simon has that pain hidden in his face, that you only saw when he was right on the edge.

“what do you want me to say, y/n? do you need my approval, is that it? don’t you think i’ve had enough of your bullshit already?” simon asks with an extreme frustration in his tone, a hint of betrayal. you hold eye contact with him in silence. a silence that’s too loud. you lick your lips nervously, swallowing hard. “i need… i need you to be okay with this. i need to hear you say that i won’t hurt you if i marry him.” you say in a whisper, your eyes tearing up.

simon sighs heavily, looking away in disbelief. he takes a step back. “oh, you want me to be okay with this? you must be out of your goddamn mind.” simon says with a hint of sarcasm. “i can’t keep doing this, y/n. i can’t keep getting in the way of your new love life, just because you want me to. stop relying on me to make decisions that i don’t have the power to make. i’m so fucking tired of having to watch you give all of your love to another man, right in front of my eyes.” simon stares at you with a certain anger as he comes closer again, grabbing the back of your neck with both hands. he’s tearing up. “can’t you see that?” he whispers, almost begging.

“you ended me the night you asked for a divorce instead of trying to make things right again, because you know damn well that i was more than happy to fight for you. for our marriage.” simon’s tired eyes are still on yours, just like his hands on the back of your neck. “so yes, you will hurt me if you marry him. after all we’ve been through… you betrayed me. i spent years loving you, treating you right, taking care of you, helping you through tough times… just so you could change your mind about us and fall in love with someone new in less than a year.” his chest tightens with his own words, pure betrayal consuming his veins.

“all i ever wanted was you, with all of your qualities and flaws. i wanted my son to have both of his parents living under the same roof. but maybe i asked for too much.” he says, a hint of disappointment in his low voice. tears start running down your cheeks and he sighs tiredly, wiping your tears away, again. “you see? you break me in half but i’m always the one to put you back together somehow, when your boyfriend should be doing it. so look me in the eyes and say that he deserves to be with you. say it. you can’t. because it’s my hand you reach for when you’re falling apart.” simon adds, kissing your tears away. it catches you off guard.

you can’t seem to have the strength to answer, so you just stay silent, feeling the safe warm feeling of his touch on you. simon stares into your eyes, waiting for a response. “y-you don’t understand, simon…” you mutter in a shaky voice. his hands are shaky too. he closes his eyes for a second, feeling even more frustrated and desperate with your words. his pleading gaze fixed on you, his chest rising up and down.

“you don’t seem to understand how this breaks my heart, love. you haunt me. i search for you in anyone, anywhere. i search for you in my empty bed, in the passenger’s seat of my car. in the grocery store, by my side, reading our grocery list out loud. i search for you when i’m out with our friends, when i’m at my mom’s and she asks how have you been, when i’m watching our favorite movie with theo for the thousandth time.” he swallows the lump in his throat. you close your eyes, you can’t handle it anymore. “god knows i even miss your toothbrush next to mine.” he chuckles quietly and sadly, making your heart break.

theo stares at his parents with sad, guilty eyes. but he knows that this seems to be a conversation for adults, only. so he stays quiet, turning his attention back to the puzzle. “you said you wanted my opinion, so i’ll give you just that. i want you to be happy, with or without me. if you’re sure that he’s the one for you, marry him. don’t let me hold you back.” simon’s voice is trembling, he keeps holding back his tears, he needs to sound firm and reassuring. “i’ve got you, always.” he adds and you sob uncontrollably, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

you hide your face in the crook of his neck while he strokes your waist gently. “i… i can’t live without you.” you whisper against his skin, almost begging for him to keep getting in the way of your new love life. simon sighs heavily. “you don’t mean that, love. you were the one who decided to live without me in the first place.” he places a bitter kiss on the top of your head. simon hates the fact that you make him weak to the point where he doesn’t even mind being raw and vulnerable. you know all sides of him, anyway. just like he knows all of yours.

“dad, please…” theo mutters, making the two of you stare at him with surprised eyes. “just tell her.” he turns his gaze towards his parents, holding back a cry. simon immediately walks towards him, crouching in front of the kid. he feels terrible for having that type of conversation with you in front of his son. theo starts crying quietly, making simon widen his eyes with a certain despair. “h-hey, kiddo, it’s okay…” simon picks him up, hugging him tightly. “i’m so, so sorry. i shouldn’t have said all of that in front of you, i’m sorry, buddy.” simon strokes theo’s back, kissing the top of his head.

you take a deep breath to calm yourself down, trying your best to stop crying. you have to be strong for your son. you walk towards them. “you always make her cry, dad…” theo mutters with a sob and simon’s heart and breathing stop for a moment. “theo, baby, no… it’s not like this at all.” you stand up for simon, caressing your son’s wet cheeks. “your dad is… the most caring, lovable person in this whole world, okay? don’t ever say that again.” you plead him, kissing his forehead. simon feels like shit.

“he’s a liar… he said that you’re still his love… that he misses everything.” theo says in a low tone, touching your face. simon sighs heavily with a defeated frown. you look at simon in silence, speechless. “enough, theo.” simon says in a more firm tone. he puts his son back on the ground, crouching in front of him. simon looks theo in the eyes, grabbing his shoulders gently. “sometimes love is not enough, but you’re too young to understand that.” simon completes, caressing his son’s cheeks.

theo stares at you with hopeful eyes, waiting for your response to his father’s statement. but you never open your mouth. “i already told you, mommy’s in love with someone else and that’s okay. that’s life. people come and go, right? just like waves. you know when we’re at the beach, swimming in the sea? the waves, they come and go.” simon smiles softly at him, kissing the top of his head before standing up. theo looks at you, disappointed.

“i-i do love you, simon.” you grab his arm, getting a little mad at his statement. “don’t say that in front of our son.” you scold him with red, puffy eyes. “you know exactly what i meant.” simon bites back, almost in an angry whisper, touching your arm briefly. “just be happy, alright? but don’t you dare be happier than you were with me. do this one thing for me, love.” he adds as a single sour tear runs down his cheek. he can’t hold back anymore. simon runs his fingers through your hair gently, while more tears start filling up his eyes. he breathes out, placing his hand on the back of your neck.

you’re staring at him as if you’re screaming i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for punishing you for things you never did. he pulls your face closer to his, leaning his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, so you can’t see how betrayed he feels in the corner of his eyes. “you broke me like your promises, but just between us… you’ll never be unloved by me. you’re too well tangled in my soul.” he whispers, being completely honest. you sob, speechless. then he kisses you. it’s not a passionate kiss. it’s a sad, tender, salty kiss. it’s the last kiss. it’s the closure kiss, for him.

this is the night in which simon finally sets himself free from the bitter embrace of your ghost. he officially gave up on you, for good. and you can feel it too — in the way he breaks the kiss without even looking at your face. he even seems a bit disgusted. simon pulls away from you, walking towards the door without looking back. now you feel cold without his body to make you warm. “i’ll pick you up at school tomorrow, kid.” simon mutters to theo in a defeated cold tone before leaving your house.

your love maimed him so excruciatingly well that suddenly he feels like a soldier who’s returning half his weight, waiting for his lover’s deadly kiss to put him in a never ending sleep.

#call of duty #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley #simon riley angst #simon riley fluff #simon riley smut #simon riley x y/n

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1for5 · 14 days

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yes im changing

paige bueckers x reader

(paige x uconn psychology student!reader)

synopsis: with y/n being in a new environment, still facing rejection, how can she bounce back?

masterlist

chapter 5

the previous week was hell for y/n. she got to finish interviewing all the members part of the men’s and women’s basketball team. she plans on having study sessions with the team members starting next week. aubrey has been noticing dark circle’s under y/n’s eyes, and she’s growing concered.

it was a saturday night, and aubrey was going out to hang with the team, when she went out of here room, she saw y/n locked in with her research. she saw a glimpse of the introduction.

university of connecticut, in short uconn, is known for many achievements in their curriculars, and especially in basketball. according to previous research, many have grown fond of basketball due to university of connecticut, with many championship titles being brought to their home at storrs.

basketball in uconn is more popular than ever. with this, the researcher aims to see the difference of the resilience of these student athletes from the basketball teams of uconn. according to..

“girl thats dope, but you have been reviewing this introduction for the longest time. you need a break, your eyebags are telling you to do so.” aubrey said. “i just want a good grade.. so im eligible to transfer to stanford.” y/n replies nonchalantly.

“that is true, but you need to loosen up for now y/n. you have done a lot. im hanging out with the team today, you should really come so i wouldn’t have to worry about my teammate finishing cans of red bull. thats bad for you!” aubrey proposes. “i dont think i can..” y/n declines.

“im not taking no for an answer, so come into your room and put nice clothes on. i can wait for you” aubrey drags y/n out of her chair and brings her to the girl’s room.

“fine”

after 30 minutes, the roommates finally arrived to the destination: a steakhouse. it’s tradition for the team to eat at their favorite steakhouse at every start of the school year. the team may bring their friends and significant others to this gathering, but they all keep in mind to keep this gathering not too big and still quite intimate.

“hi y/n!!!” the team greets her, aubrey signaling her to sit beside nika and her. nika turned to y/n, and asked more personal questions about her life. they only got to talk during the interviews, and nika was genuinely willing to be friends with y/n.

they got more comfortable with each other, they found out they both liked rock climbing, building legos, and had mystery movies as their comfort movies.

while talking, one member of the team, kk, got curious. “so.. what’s the deal between aubrey and y/n? we didn’t know that y/n would be here, but don’t worry boo we’re all glad you’re here” kk asked.

everyone except for one

“oh nooo. y/n and i arent like that. yeah we’re roommates and we got close to each other but she’s not my type, don’t even know if she’s for the girls! i brought her here since she’s been too deep into her research. she needs to eez down” aubrey declined the allegation, y/n agreeing to her.

“only answer this if your comfortable with it but.. are you for the girls?” kk’s curiousity got stronger. “oh no its fine kk! yeah i am gay, just dont have a label. but i have never had a girlfriend before” y/n answered with a smile.

“OOOOH!” kk and the others exclaimed. “so what are you looking for in a partner? we could hook you up!” ice asked.

“i want my personal athletic or active, i dont know, they just have that aura. i also want my person to be quite smart.. i dont know guys its just attractive to me! and i hope theyre love language is words of affirmation. im a sucker for that” y/n shamefully answers.

“you know y/n, maybe your just talking about me” kk teased. “NOOOO”s and “EEEWWW”s were said after that, laughter all around.

after a wonderful night and dinner, it was time to head to an open basketball court. the uconn team loves to hoop after a good night out. its their only time to really have fun with their sport, no rules or anything. the steakhouse was just walking distance to the court, hence the team leaving their cars first at the parking area.

as they go into the court, y/n was smiling with the rest of the team, until she sees paige. paige gave her an eye roll, which made y/n feel quite annoyed and uncomfortable.

the rest of the team wanted to see y/n play, so she did, she was against paige, qadence, nika, and ice. y/n was having fun, but whenever she makes in contact with the ball and paige was beside her, paige kept on nudging her and slightly hitting her. paige was rough, which was not usual for her especially when they were just playing for fun.

the others felt paige’s competitiveness, and it didn’t feel right. kk calmed paige down. “paige whats your problem? she doesn’t play. that was foul” kk asked. paige just scoffed and ignored kk. kk was for sure that paige was hiding something, and she would have to ask next time when paige is more open to talk about it.

the team decided to call it a day. while they were walking back to the parking area, paige was dribbling a basketball, and started to throw it up— which led to another “accident.”

the ball goes forward and hits y/n again, but this time it was on her shoulder. y/n looked back to see who threw the ball, only to see that it was the blonde once again.

“what the fuck is your problem?”

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers x reader

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vintagemulti · 1 year

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a psa for those writing for johnny “soap” mctavish

as much as a love the works you’re all writing, a lot of people really don’t know how to write a scottish character (and that’s ok !!!! we get like no rep so) so as a scottish writer, i figured i should help you guys out a little bit.

dialogue

johnny has a VERYYY strong accent as i’m sure anyone can work out

however this doesn’t mean he’s suddenly speaking a different language

yes, a lot of slang is used and for a basic definition of scottish slang and how they should be used; use this ! if you have no idea of slang i’d recommend reading through every word

although we like to use slang, i can promise you that if we’re with someone that wouldn’t understand a word of it / someone who’s first language isn’t english, we wouldn’t speak fully scot (for example if johnny was speaking to alejandro or rudy)

there’s absolutely nothing to suggest he can speak gaelic. yeah i know this is an obvious one but i have seen a few people slip gaelic into his dialogue and that’s super duper inaccurate

barely anyone in scotland speaks gaelic (unless you’re up very high north or maybe in the isles). it’s actually almost an extinct language because the english pretty much wiped it out when we got colonised.

something i love to see is when he mumbles little scottish things under his breath. accurate af.

we say shite more than shit. and never ever will a scottish person say ass. it’s arse all the way.

we don’t call people (especially if you’re sleeping with someone !!!!) lass. or lassie. we call kids that.

pet names are normally along the lines of love, hen (my personal fave), sweetheart, little lady, bonnie (sometimes)

also, shagging is sex. shag, shagged, shagger. yeah.

mum not mom. maw, more commonly.

all that being said he does use a loottttt of slang so honestly go ham i love seeing scots language get used because it’s not been used in fanfic like ever before

culture

seen a few people write soap going mad for st andrews day

yeah no we don’t to that lol i barely every remember that it’s actually st andrews day

also, we aren’t all completely versed on celtic mythology. i could barely tell you the first thing about it.

in scotland we’re all kind of touchy, like we’ll greet people with a hug and stand weirdly close to each other so if that’s something you’re writing about it’s important to note that our personal space is really small

not sure where people get this idea from but scotland isn’t all sheep and highlands and fairies and like little huts

yes we have that but we’re a really modern nation and wayyy to many people have a weird perception of scotland

my man is literally from like glasgow (his accent sounds glasgow but don’t quote me on that) he’s not a farmer or anything

we swear. a lot.

KILTS. not skirts, very common to wear in scotland to events like weddings, christenings, anything formal really.

cunt isn’t a horrible word i literally everyone a cunt, sometimes it’s used affectionately

misc.

if you’re gonna write about scottish politics i beg you research it. johnnys probably pro independence and an SNP voter. google it for context

we’re really loud. and we talk really fast. yes, other characters are gonna be confused af

irn bru !!!!!!!!! it’s a scottish drink and ive seen one person mention it and i just about cried i loved it

in scotland you can vote at 16 and join the army at 16 if that’s relevant to you

if you’re going to write about something you don’t know anything about, either do research or ask someone scottish (im more than happy to help!!)

please don’t take these as complaints or anything !! it’s just very very off putting to see people make massive misconceptions and conclusions about scotland! i love that we’re finally getting some hype. anyways ask about anything!! <3

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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Fic request

G!p Wandanat, both CEOs come home stressed and need some stress relief from fem r

My wives

Pairings: g!p Natasha Romanoff x reader x g!p Wanda Maximoff

Summary: when your wives come home stressed they use you however they want

Word count: 1,533

Warnings: smut, double penetration, plugs, anal, unprotected sex, blowjobs, handjobs, dirty talk, nicknames, mentions of free use

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Hearing the door slam shut you gulped and headed to the front of the house to greet your wives. When seeing them rip off their jackets angrily you knew not to question them on their day. You were going to speak before Nat slammed you up against the wall, Wanda right next to her groping your precious body.

“We’ve had a very long day sweetheart,” she emphasized the word ‘very’ in a dramatic tone, “And we need a bit of stress relief. Will you be an angel and help us out?” She asked in that sweet voice you could never say no to. Nodding your head slowly the two of them smirked before attacking your body, Nat marking your neck while Wanda continued her touching. You felt both of their hands rest upon your inner thigh, massaging the plush skin before trailing up higher.

The two of them leaned back and made eye contact, having a conversation in their minds before picking you up and throwing you over their shoulder. Nat carried you up the stairs while Wanda trailed behind, giving occasional kisses to your face whenever she could.

You felt the soft material of the sheets as you were thrown onto the bed, watching as the two shed their clothing before removing your own. When you were left completely naked they stared at your body like prey staring at their food.

Wanda was the first to move, straddling your lap as she sucked your nipples. Your other wife moved behind you, rubbing her cock up against your ass while running her hands up and down your body. Nat’s cock was dripping with pre-cum just begging to be let into your small hole. She grabbed the lube on your bedside table and applied some to her cock along with your ass, making you slightly jump at the cold contact. Wanda slid her cock up and down your folds as she slowly slipped in, being just as hard as Nat.

Throwing your head back gave Wanda more access to your chest while Nat was able to mark up your neck even more, trying to leave large traces of her all over your body. The two let you adjust to one cock before the other slowly slid in your tight ass. Hearing your pained groans they took a moment to let you breathe before they ruined you. The woman in front of you used her hand to rub your clit, trying to get your mind off of the painful sensation. The two felt as though they’d cum any second but they held back until you were ready.

“You can move now.” Came your hushed voice, begging quietly for them to destroy your holes. They started a rhythm, when Wanda moved forward Nat would slide out till just the tip was in. You felt so full. You’ve experienced anal before, of course you have, but you never had the two of them fucking you at once like this.

“You like this you little slut? You like having both of your holes stuffed full of us?” You nodded at Nat’s words, receiving a slap on the thigh when not giving a verbal answer.

“Yes! I love it so fucking much!” “Good sweetheart, ‘cause we’re not stopping until you’ve squirted all over us.” Just from the tone that Wanda used you knew she wasn’t lying, you could tell this would be a long night.

“Our beautiful little whore is obsessed with our cocks, huh Nat? Their pussy is just sucking me right in, like it was made for my dick.” She said with each thrust of her body against yours, her tits occasionally hitting against your own with her fast pace.

“You should see how well they're taking me, they were made for taking our cum, and that’s exactly what they’re going to do. Aren’t you baby? Will you be our good little girl and let us stuff you full?” Nat answered the other woman.

“Mhm, I’ll take all of it. Just please stuff me full, wanna have your babies in me, want you both to get me pregnant.” You whined into Wanda’s neck, praying for them to fill you up just like they said.

“We will, we’ll get you all round and full, you’ll be stuffed with our cum every fucking day. Fuck you’ll be even hotter carrying our babies.” The brunette whispered into the sex filled room. They hoped this wasn’t just dirty talk, it’s been a dream of theirs for forever to get you pregnant, they wanted a family with you so bad. They both imagined the day you’d find out you were pregnant and go rushing to them. The day you would give birth and they’d get to hold their child for the first time. Or when they’d learn how to walk and talk, it was all they wanted with you.

Feeling you clench around them they listened as you pathetically begged to cum. “Of course you can, but just know, we’re not stopping until we’ve had our fill.” The words scared you yet turned you on, the thought of them overstimulating you and using you to get off made you snap. You finished all over their lengths as they didn’t let up, continuing their fast pace chasing their release. Nat was the first to cum, coating your ass with her release while Wanda came soon after, painting your velvety walls white.

They continued until the two of them finished three times inside of you, while you kept cumming all over them, crying shamefully at the overstimulation. Eventually Nat pulled out of your ass, grabbing a butt plug to make sure none of her liquid spilled out of you. Wanda did the same, fingering her cum back inside of you before using a plug to keep it inside of you, wanting to ensure that you’d get pregnant sooner or later. You thought that they were done, but you were proven wrong when you felt the tip of the brunettes cock against your mouth, prodding it open as she made you suck her off. Nat used your hand to fuck herself into, putting her hand a top of yours and thrusting against it against with a brutally fast pace.

“Your mouth feels so good Y/N. Tomorrow when we go into work, I want you to come with us, you can suck the both of us off. You’ll be our little stress doll to use whenever we need, whether you like it or not.” You wanted that so badly, you wanted them to just bend you over and use you however they pleased. You unknowingly took more of Wanda down your throat as you gagged, tears rolling down your face.

“Fuck, look at their beautiful face. Those sexy fucking tears, is Wanda’s cock too much for you honey? Can you not take it?” Nat spoke up, laughing when you shook your head as best as you could. Her laughter quickly turned into a moan when your thumb slid over her tip. Seeing her reaction you made sure to do the same thing each thrust she made.

You felt Wanda’s cock throbbing in your mouth as Nat’s pre-cum dripped down your fingers, adding a wet noise whenever you reached the base. The woman’s hands wrapped around your head as she got closer to finishing, she made you go back and forth fastly before finishing, slamming your head down almost reaching the base. You were trained for a while on how to take their cocks, practicing your gagging reflexes so they could use you however they pleased. You swallowed all of her load, her wiping off some that dribbled down your chin and sucking her finger clean. Nat pulled you away from Wanda, needing your attention to be back on her. You closed your eyes as you felt her cum landing on your face, opening your mouth to taste it. She used her thumb to wipe off your face just like Wanda did previously, using the digit to make you suck on. She watched as your eyes fluttered shut and you silently moaned at the taste.

“Look at you, our little cumdumpster. So proud of you baby, you took us so well tonight.” She softly stroked your face while admiring your worn out look. The two of them loved seeing you like this, your panting, out of breath face after railing you senseless, it was secretly their favorite part.

“Alright sweetheart, time to clean you up.” Wanda said, moving the other woman out of the way to pick you up and carry you into the bathroom, settling you on the counter. The two of them left kisses all over your face and cleaned you up, dragging you into bed with them as you were squished in between the two.

“Aren’t you gonna take the plugs out?” You asked in a weak voice. The two chuckled and spared you a look before Nat grabbed your chin and said in a stern yet soft voice, “Darling, you’re keeping those in all night. We can’t have our cum dripping out of you now can we?” You shuttered at her response, trying to get comfortable as your wives fell asleep almost instantly.

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stxuxrniolochris · 2 months

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fake dating - Chris Sturniolo p3

P1 P2 P4

slow burn ( i think ), your both seniors(18), also i live in Ireland so idk how American like years in school works so just go with it, use of y/n, half based on to all the boys I’ve loved before but not really, highschool!chris

Summary ~~you both need to get peoples attention but you might just end up catching eachothers~~

On the way to the triplets house Chris called their mom marylou and asked if it was good for me to stay with them for a night. I always saw Marylou as a mother figure because she was the closest thing to a real parent I had. We were close, i like to think she sees me as a daughter since she doesn’t have any. She said yes, and that I don’t even need to ask, which made me smile.

We were greeted by Marylou when we walked in and i thanked her again for letting me stay. “Thanks again for letting me stay it really means a lot.” “Oh no worry honey, you know you’re always welcome.” She said while pulling me into a hug. I smiled and walked downstairs with Chris. When I turned around I slightly bumped into him. He grabbed the sides of my arms. “Woah careful.” He said while chuckling. Why did I get nervous when he did that? I shouldn’t be getting nervous from him, we always were touchy so why am I get flustered now. I shake it off as we walk to his room.

Chris quickly plops down on his bed and gestures for me to do the same. I smile and walk over sitting right beside him. He puts an arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer. Again my heart rate increases. What is happening. I’ve never felt like this before.

Chris’ phone dings and I subconsciously look down. It was Amelia. I sighed and rolled my eyes, I mean who keeps in contact with their ex.

Amelia: how’s y/n?

Chris sighed and picked up his phone. He responded while shaking his head. “What are you saying?” I asked. “I said you were good.” He replied. I nodded slowly. “What.” He said while looking at me. “What?” I questioned back. “You’re doing your judgy face you do when someone says something wrong.” He explained while gesturing to my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh come on y/n juts tell me.” He said while playfully hitting my arm. “Ok ok, I just think it’s weird to text your ex, like casually.” I said truthfully. He just said “Oh.” “How often do you guys text.” “Just like a few times a day.” He shrugged “your doing the face again y/n whatt.” He groaned. “Nothing! I just don’t think you should.” I shrugged back. “Why do you even care? It doesn’t concern you.” He said more serious, raising his voice. “I don’t care! I was just saying!” I lied. I don’t know why I cared, but I did. “Yea right I can tell when you lie.” He said while getting angry. I scoffed. “I think I’m gonna sleep in nicks room tonight” I said while getting up. “No y/n I’m sorry, I’m not angry at you.” He sighed while looking down. “Then stop, your my best friend i was just looking out for you.” I said while walking out.

Chris pov

I sighed watching her leave my room. It was no use trying to make her stay, she’s too stubborn. I smiled thinking about her. Why did I kind of get offended when she said best friend. That’s all we were. But sometimes I feel like we both want it to be more. I mean the nights when were tangled in each others arms, the jokey flirting, people thinking we’re dating or saying we will eventually. I mean I don’t think I was just imagining it all. I shake the thoughts of and conclude it to just being confused from Amelia, we only broke up a couple of weeks ago so my emotions were still weird. I still like Amelia but I’ll never love her the way I love y/n. We had a different connection.

Just as I was drifting off I heard a knock at my door. I hoped it was y/n but it was Matt. “What dude it’s late.” I said my voice groggy. “Do you like y/n?” He said straight while walking into my room. “Well I mean she’s my best friend..” i said it a duh-tone. “No I mean like in a like romantic-way.” He responded. “Matt what are you talking about, where’s this coming from.” I said confused. “The whole fake dating thing-” “Matt I told you it’s for Amelia.” cutting him off. “No it’s not just that, I mean the way you two were looking at each other earlier. It not in a friend way. And you both are very touchy- especially recently.” He said sitting on my bed. I was shocked, where is this coming from. “She doesn’t like me like that.” I replied. “Yea but do you like her like that.” I sighed. “I-I don’t know.” I said honestly, I was getting nervous around her lately and I don’t know why. If I’m being honest I was kinda sad when she said she’d sleep with Nick. I like holding her while I sleep. “Well I think you should figure it out because I think she does.” He said. What is he on about.

“Where is she anyway?” He said looking around. “Uh she’s sleeping in Nicks room” i mumbled. “Why?” He questioned raising an eyebrow. “We had like an argument- of something about me texting my ex, and she thought it was weird, she got like mad I don’t know why though.” I explained. He nodded. “Open your eyes kid.” Is all he said. “What” “she’s getting mad about your ex, and you don’t think she likes you even a bit like that.” He said while standing up. “Matt what.” “Just think about it.” He shrugged while walking out. Was he right or reading too much into this. I rubbed my face and sighed, this was all so new. Maybe he was right. Surely not.

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yuan4i · 5 months

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11. i'll think about it

“oh! yn, you made it.” lynette greets you at the door of the auditorium. “come in, would you like to see apart of our show-” “as much as lynette and i would like to show you apart of our magic show, we definitely should keep it as a surprise!”

“yeah! i totally understand. when do you guys plan on performing?”

“the last day! are you going to be there to see it?” lyney asked you, with stary eyes and all. “yeah! as long as it’s after navia’s performance then i’ll definitely be there.

after a few minutes of talking, lynette received a phone call. “hello…? freminet? …oh, okay. i’ll be there soon.”

“lynette? what happened to fremient?” lyney asked, looking nervous. “he asked for me to pick him up. we’ll be with us for the week of hoyofest, remember?” “oh, right!” “anyways, i’ll go pick him up, do you mind walking yn home?” “yeah!! of course!”

lynette leaves the auditorium with you and lyney just standing there. “sooo… would you like to see a magic trick? not part of the actual performance of course!” lyney suggested. “yes yes! show me!”

“alright, close your eyes… now open them!” when you opened your eyes, you see a pink and yellow rose. “oh my gosh, lyney! this flower is so pretty!!” “hehe, it’s a rainbow rose. do you like them?” “of course i do!! say, would you like to go somewhere today?”

“let’s play a game! we ask each other questions!” he said, taking a bite out of his hello kitty shaped ice cream. “okay. you first.” you smiled at him. it was evening already, and the moon was slowly coming out. “how long have you known lynette?”

“two years, ever since the first semester of junoir year. my turn. how many siblings do you have?”

“oh, plenty haha!” he laughed at your question. plenty? what did that mean? “what do you mean by plent-” “shh! one question per round! it’s my turn now.” lyney put his finger on your lip, shushing you. “when did you meet your current boyfriend?”

“since first year of high school! okay. now my turn again. what do you mean by plenty of siblings?”

“i was raised in an orphanage with lynette, so everyone of those orphans are my siblings. of course, lynette and i are biologically related and freminet and i are just especially close. everyone there is no older than 14. the house of hearth is filled with children, making me the oldest one there!” the moon was now large and clear. as he was talking about his family, it seemed as if time had stopped, making him look so pretty under the pale moonlight. “anyways, enough about me. how did you meet scaramouche?”

“oh! he happened to be in my science class, and we were partnered on a project. we eventually became a lot closer in our sophomore years, and now we’re in a relationship hehe. okay back to you, do you know what happened to your parents?”

“i… i don’t. haha, sorry to disappoint you. say, yn, do you remember anyone in your sophomore year?”

“hmm… not really. it’s been like 5 years since then haha… sorry if you were expecting something or someone…” after a few more rounds, lyney asked you the last question of the night.

“yn! will you go to hoyofest with me? as a date! but a friendly one of course!!” his face was beaming red, matching yours which was flustered as well. “oh! um, haha… um i’ll think about it…” you replied, looking away from him. “oh… oh! alright! so, where would you like to go now?” the book store. but before you could even reply you got texts from your boyfriend, scaramouche.

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lyney x reader SYNOPSIS you’re at a bar, drinking your heart out after another having a feud with your boyfriend of 2 years. you later stop at your friend’s house to stay the night but… the one who opens the door isn’t her but instead, her brother…?

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Mothers Love

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Anne and Jay can see the love Harry and YN have for each other.

Based on this request

Since the days their sons got put into a band on The X Factor, Jay and Anne clicked. They bonded over their love for their children, fashion and tea.

The two women helped and supported each other through the boys journey of leaving home so quickly and never really returning. They would often talk for hours on the phone in the evening or have a small conversation over Twitter.

But when Anne’s named flashed up on Jay’s phone one afternoon, she was pleasantly surprised.

“Hello love” Jay cheerfully answered.

“Hi my darling…how are you all?”.

“We’re all doing good…how’s everyone with you…Harry’s home isn’t he, Louis told me”.

“Uh yes he is….that’s what I wanted to talk to you about”.

Jay was slightly confused about why Anne would need to talk to her about Harry but she let her continue.

“Is YN home?”.

Without thinking Jay replied. “She’s over at her friends house…why?”.

Anne paused for a short moment, almost like she was piecing together a puzzle. “Harry’s on a date….and I think it’s with YN”.

Jay chuckled at the assumption that her daughter was on a date with her brothers best friend. “She told me she was going over to her friends house…so I don’t think it’s with YN”.

“Jay…they’re definitely on a date”.

“How can you be so sure?”.

“Harry asked for Robin and I’s advice…he kept asking about what he should do if he liked someone he shouldn’t” Anne explained her assumption.

“I don’t understand why that would mean it’s my YN”.

“I also may have seen her name pop up on his phone” Anne defended her reasoning.

“Oh…uh…um…do you think it could be serious then?”.

“Well we’ll soon find out my darling”.

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A couple of weeks after the article of Harry and YN getting caught kissing was released, Anne had invited Jay and YN over whilst Harry was home for a couple of days to spend the afternoon with them.

When Jay and YN had arrived at Anne’s house, they were warmly welcomed by Anne and Robin, with a nervous Harry hovering behind them. But his nerves calmed slightly when Jay greeted him with a hug and a “nice to see you my love”.

Anne could see that YN and Harry were unsure how to act in front of their Mums, so she invited Jay into the kitchen so she could make them all a cup of tea.

Once their Mums were in the kitchen and far enough not to hear, Harry felt less nervous and pulled YN into his arms “I’ve missed you”.

“I’ve missed you too…so much” YN held onto Harry tighter.

As they both pulled away and looked each other, Harry dipped his head down and placed a peck onto YN’s lips. “I want to properly kiss you…but I’m scared of our Mums right now”, a nervous giggle left his mouth.

“Oh yeah ‘cause me Mum and Anne are really scary aren’t they?” YN teased.

“Harry!” Anne’s voice interrupted them. “Your teas are ready”.

Not wanting to keep their Mums waiting, Harry showed YN the way into the kitchen, his hand covering the small of her back.

As they approached the open kitchen, both Anne and Jay were sat next to each other at the kitchen table, four cups of tea sitting on the table.

“Here’s your tea my loves” Anne gestures to the two mugs sat on the table with steam coming from them.

Harry and YN sat opposite their Mums and took a sip of their teas.

“Okay…so we thought it would be a good idea to talk about the both of you” Anne broke the silence that surrounded them.

“Mum…please” Harry began to protest, not wanting to have this conversation with his Mum or Jay.

Anne was quick to interrupt “Harry…we need to talk about this…look you’re my baby but YN is Jay’s…and I want to make sure you’re serious about this”.

“Of course I’m serious…I l-…I’m serious Mum” Harry’s words stumbled out, YN reaching her hand across under the table to lace her fingers with his.

“I’m sorry…I just don’t want anyone to get hurt” Anne expressed her concern.

“I think what your Mum is trying to say is…you’re both our babies and we want what’s best for you” Jay tried to explain her and Anne’s feelings.

For the first time since sitting at the table, YN speaks “Mum..Anne��I know we’re young and it might seem like we don’t know what we want…but please trust us”.

Anne and Jay shared a look, knowing that Harry and YN were right. They needed to trust their children.

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The boys were playing their first show of their Take Me Tour at the London O2 Arena, and of course all the boys families were attending. YN was joining the boys on the tour as Lou’s assistant.

Anne and Jay were sat chatting together ahead of the show, expressing how much they were going to miss their sons and Jay saying how she felt even more emotional this tour because YN would be joining them.

But both women glanced to where Harry and YN were cuddled up on a chair in the corner of the room, watching something on one of their phones and giggling every so often.

“Aww to be young and in love again” Anne joked and nudged Jay. “I’m just older and in love”.

Jay laughed at Anne’s joke but understanding completely. “I hope their love lasts”.

“A love like that could never end”.

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The day of Jay and Dan’s wedding, Harry, Anne and Robin were sat in the audience waiting for the ceremony to start.

“When’s your big day then?” Anne openly questioned Harry.

Harry coughed into his hand, a shy smile on his face. “Hmm…all you need to know is…one day I’ll marry YN”. Harry’s cheeky smile appearing as he glanced to the side to respond to his mother.

It was later on in the evening, guests had taken to the dance floor slow dancing to Thinking Out Loud. But Anne and Jay had found themselves sitting at one of the round tables in the outside marquee, watching as Harry and YN swayed to Ed’s voice. Harry had his hands resting at her hips, whilst YN’s were wrapped around his shoulders.

The couple could be seen whispering and giggling to each other. “Harry hasn’t stopped staring at YN all day” Anne announced.

“If they keep that up, we’ll be grandma’s before we know it” Jay chuckled, whilst pointing out the couple kissing on the dance floor.

“Do we tell them to stop?” Anne nervously asked, unsure what they should do.

Jay laughed and nudged Anne’s shoulder with hers. “They’re young…let them enjoy…plus I wouldn’t mind being a Nana”.

“You’d be the best Nana” Anne complimented Jay, giving her big smile.

“Our grandbabies will have the best grandma’s”.

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↳ Index [Day 14 - Kniveplay]

Pairing: gangster!Yoongi x f.Reader

Kinks: dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, knives, rope bondage, blindfold, tears, choking & breathplay, praise, good girl kink, dirty talk, slight possessiveness but in a sexy way, body worship, strength kink, oral (f.&m.receiving), edging, vaginal penetrative sex, squirting, face fucking, cumming on face, sweet aftercare

Wordcount: 7.4k

a/n: i am 👁👄👁💧 i’m not saying that this is the hottest fucking shit ever but i am exactly saying that *yells*

Jungkook texted you. Told you that the boss refuses to talk to anyone and that you should come home. You arrive twenty minutes later.

The air is tense the moment you step into the mansion. Jungkook, right hand man and skilled with his fists, is sitting with the others. Taehyung, driver and skilled with the machete, is sitting next to him. Jimin, your best dealer and skilled with the gun, is currently being taken care of by Seokjin. He was your lawyer on most days, but serves as a doctor tonight. Hoseok, bodyguard of Jimin during the deals, is bleeding from his eyebrow, right eye bruised to the point of no recognition.

“Well fuck. You guys look fucked”, you say, calling their attention, “how are you?”

“Could be better”, Jimin says and hisses in discomfort as Seokjin once again drills the needle through his skin to close up the deep cut on his back.

“Sorry man, we’re almost done”, Seokjin mumbles, brows furrowed in concentration.

“What happened?” you ask.

“There was an ambush. The whole deal was a fucking trap. We lost five men, the twins barely escaped and the rest of us is fucked up”, Hoseok answer you, pointing at his bruised eye.

“Fuck. Where is he?” you ask them.

“Your bedroom. I wouldn’t go in there, he’s murderous”, Namjoon, financier and consultant, answers you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine”, you assure him, abandoning them in the sitting room to hurry upstairs.

They exchange a look of worry with each other.

“Think she’ll be fine?” Taehyung asks.

“I hope so”, Jungkook says, rocking back and forth nervously. He’ll never forgive himself if you get hurt just because he texted you.

“Boss. You’re back. Welcome home, boss”, the guards outside your bedroom doors greet you, bowing their heads at you.

"Is my husband in there?"

"Yes, boss."

“Good. Leave”, you order them, flicking your wrist dismissively.

“Boss”, they say, nodding their heads in understanding. They leave you afterwards, finding their new post downstairs.

You knock on his door three times, waiting for an answer. It doesn’t come, obviously.

“Honey, it’s me”, you try, knocking twice.

“Come in”, his voice sounds poisonous even from behind closed doors.

You turn the doorknob and push, slipping inside your bedroom. The door closes quietly. The lock falls into place.

The lights safe for your bedside lamp are turned off, the curtains are drawn closed. The room smells like a mixture of blood, disinfectant and whiskey. The blood-soaked pieces of cotton wool scattered all over your leather couch give you an idea of what causes the stench. The open bottles of whiskey and disinfectant on the floor answer the rest.

Your eyes flit to your husband. He is sitting on the bed with a glass of whiskey tangling between his fingers and his hair a dishevelled mess.

Shadows surround him, claiming his black hair as theirs and dragging their spindly fingers over his face as well. He is still in his suit. Jacket discarded on the couch and tie thrown on the floor. His shirt is open, soaked in blood at some parts and revealing the huge cut on his left pec now hidden behind bandages.

“Holy shit, honey. What happened? Who did this to you?” you gasp.

Yoongi clenches his jaw, guiding the glass of whiskey to his lips. He drinks it without any kind of reaction, setting it down on the floor afterwards.

“What do you want?” he hisses.

“They told me what happened. Who the fuck dared to ambush you?”

“Tzt”, Yoongi looks to the side, “who the fuck you think? The fucking Dragons.”

“Fucking bastards, fuck”, you say, hurrying to your husband’s side. You cup his face and turn his head so he was looking up at you, “I’m happy you’re still here though”, you say, smoothing over his tightened brows, “does the cut hurt a lot? Should I look at it?”

“No”, he answers you dryly, trying to turn his head away but you force it to fall against your stomach. He is tense and silent, face contorted in anger you know not to be afraid of. Not you, because you know how to handle him when he wants to kill the entire world.

“It’s gonna be alright, love”, you whisper, running your fingers through his dishevelled hair, “you’re gonna kill those fucking bastards, I’m sure of it. It’s what you do best.”

Yoongi exhales loudly and closes his arms around your waist, turning his head so his nose was buried in the softness of your tummy and he was drowning in your scent.

If any other person in this fucking organisation tried to force him into this kind of hug, they’d have already lost their arms. But not you. You’re his fucking treasure, his light, his better half and you can break every single brick of those walls around his heart with just one touch.

He inhales deeply, twisting the fabric of your shirt desperately.

“It’s alright, love. I’m here now”, you assure him, kissing the crown of his head.

Yoongi lifts his head because of that, nose brushing against yours and half-lidded eyes glued to your lips. He even flutters his lashes, parting his lips slowly. You feel the tension instantly. This addicting kind of tension which, years ago, made you fall so goddamn deep for him. Tension filled with dangerous attraction, leaving you craving more and more with each passing second.

Yoongi reaches up and takes your chin between two of his fingers. His eyes lower even more, his head tilts back further. With a gentle tug, he makes you move, claiming your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He tastes like whiskey and anger, feeding it to you with hungry lips and an eager tongue. You squeeze his cheeks softly, kissing him back happily.

You know that your husband is the best in the business. He isn’t the boss for no reason. But still, you can’t help but be worried for him each time he leaves for a mission. And now that he is back, almost unharmed, you want to never ever let him go again.

He breaks the kiss a second later, gazing at your lips as he squeezes your chin gently.

“I need you”, he rasps.

“I’m here now. Just tell me what you need”, you whisper.

“Wanna fuck you.”

“Okay”, you rasp, feeling heat tingle in your stomach. You were hoping for that.

“Wanna tie you up for it”, he whispers, pulling you down until your lips are brushing against his.

“I’m okay with that.”

“Wanna blindfold you.”

“Yeah?” you press your legs together, “with your tie?”

“No. The real shit. Need you unable to peek.”

“I’m fine with that.”

“Fuck. Baby”, Yoongi gets out breathily and pulls you back into a kiss.

You moan desperately, feeling dizzy from just how hungrily he kisses you. Held willing hostage with your chin between his fingers and your head dizzy from anticipation.

Yoongi breaks the kiss with a throaty growl, letting the strings of saliva break between your lips before he tilts his head back, dragging his lips up your nose in the process. His eyes are closed, his brows are relaxed, letting you know that your presence is already helping with relaxing him.

“You’re the living fucking proof that god is a woman, baby”, he rasps, turning your limbs into complete mush.

“Yoongi”, you moan, letting yourself fall on top of his lap, “I need you so bad.”

“Same”, he says and then picks you up just to lie you down on the bed, “you know what to do”, he adds and turns his back to you. He slips his shirt off as he does, dropping it on the floor. Like this his sculpted back is exposed to you. It is covered in a few new scratches but looks healthy otherwise. The faint shine of the bedside lamp is casting big shadows on it, making his muscles look even bigger.

You watch him strut to your dresser where your toys are stored. You take on your favourite position in the meantime, taking off your clothes until nothing but your lingerie is keeping you humble. Then you rest back, head sinking into the soft pillows and skin getting caressed by your silken sheets.

Yoongi turns, black bondage ropes in one hand and a silk blindfold in the other. He studies you from head to toe, rolling his shoulders as a sign that the view is affecting him. Good. You’re wearing one of the sets he bought for you. Black lace from the highest quality and fitted right to your body. You know for a fact that the way the lamp is shining on your body and hiding parts of it in shadows is affecting him deeply.

“You look so fucking sexy”, he says, strutting to the bed in heavy steps and his head tilted to the side just slightly.

“It’s the set you got me for Christmas”, you say, writhing on the sheets just for his viewing pleasure.

“I know. I never forget a set”, he answers you, dropping the ropes on the bed to open them, “especially not one like that. You wore it on Bali.”

“Yes and in Osaka.”

The right corner of his lips curl into a small smirk. He hums and nods his head, opening his hand for you, “hand”, he orders.

You place your hand in his palm, tingling when he closes his fingers around it and caresses your skin gently. You watch with sparkly eyes as Yoongi tightens the rope around you in a beautiful braided cuff tie. He finishes the tie by tugging on the rope and forcing your arm into its supposed position.

“Good?” he asks.

“Yeah, good”, you whisper, feeling hot all over.

He nods his head, tightening the rope on the sturdy ring on your bed’s headboard. Afterwards he rounds the bed, repeating what he did on your other hand. He didn’t even have to ask for your hand and you were already presenting it to him, oh so eager to get tied up by him. He asks you for your comfort to which you say that it felt so nice and then he tightened the rope on the ring. He rounds the bed again afterwards, stopping by the foot end. You wait with bated breath for what he will do. His fingers close around your ankles and then he tugs, making you squeak in surprise. Strong and aggressive until your arms are stretched widely and the rope is taut. Like this your head is resting on the mattress.

"That was fun", you giggle, making Yoongi show a small toothless smile.

"Mhm."

Yoongi wraps the rope around your leg right above your ankle, tightening it after making sure two of his fingers are fitting in between the rope and your body. With one tug to the side and your left leg opens widely, now getting tied into the position on the bondage ring.

You feel so out of breath because of it, trying your hardest not to squirm.

Yoongi repeats the tie on your other leg, fixating it into position with expert knots. Like this your legs are opened far, unable to close on him.

“Done. Are you comfortable?” he says, running his hands up and down your legs.

“Yeah, so comfortable”, you answer him, sounding just slightly out of breath.

“Good. Say the words when it starts to hurt.”

“I will”, you promise him, not getting any answer from him. You wanted to lift your head to check on him, but decide against it when you feel his lips on your body, kissing their way up your inner thigh and stealing your breath in the process.

You moan, enjoying the sensation with closed eyes. His lips are so soft and warm, worshipping your skin with so much tenderness. Truly, Yoongi can be the cruelest man on the job, but not once did he bring any of it into your bedroom. You feel like a queen when he is with you.

He leaves out your pussy purposefully, kissing your lower tummy right along the hem of your panties. Maybe he is still a little torturous but you love that kind of torture. His hands run up and down your sides in the process, sending electric tingles over your skin. He is still not fully on the bed, one knee between your legs and slacks stretching around his thighs. For just one more second because then he kisses too far up your body, forcing his other leg to lift from the floor to instead rest on the mattress as well, knee digging into the sheets right next to your leg.

Yoongi hums in approval as he dances his lips over your clothed breasts, cupping them with his big hands as he does. His warmth seeps right through the material, making you ache for the unfaltered sensation.

One flick of his fingers and he manages to tug the material down far enough to expose your nipples to him. He grunts in approval, lowering his lips to them to suck them until they are swollen.

"Oh god so good", you moan, feeling short of breath. Yoongi just knows how to really get you going, giving you the sensation long enough to rile you up but not long enough to fully satisfy. He's an expert in that kind of torture. Damn.

“So fucking sexy”, he murmurs raspily, abandoning your tits in sake of marking your collarbones with hungry hickeys. He sucks on your skin until it stings and you arch your back for him, moving on to the next spot to repeat the sweet torture. When Yoongi is finally happy with the results, he managed to reduce you to the point where just his breath against your neck makes you want to pray to his name. Luckily for you or perhaps sadly for you, Yoongi never lowers his lips, lifting his head before he does to instead look down at you with half-lidded eyes. His knees are on each side of your armpits, his clothed bulge looks so huge from your point of view. Yoongi grips your cheeks with soft fingers and squishes your face to the point where your lips pout involuntarily. He turns your head from left to right, letting his eyes race over your features obsessively.

“You’ve got the prettiest fucking face”, he says, loosening his tight grip to instead run the back of his hand down your face. He places his pointer finger under your chin, caressing your skin with his thumb, “gonna fuck it later.”

You gulp, ogling his cock.

"Want that, baby?" he asks

You nod your head, painting a proud smirk on his face.

"That's my girl", he rasps.

You feel your cheeks heat up under his praise, eyes lighting up in happiness.

“Close your eyes for me”, he orders.

You follow happily.

“Keep them closed”, he orders next and then you feel the softness of the blindfold on your eyes. He lifts your head for you, tightening the blindfold with a comfortable knot, “is it tight?”

“No, it’s good”, you sigh, sighing again when he places your head back down. Darkness surrounds you. Darkness and the uncertainty of what happens next. Your skin is prickling because of it, becoming so sensitive that even the air in the room feels like too much.

His fingers walking down the sides of your neck remind you that there is something even more unbearable than mere air. His touch. Oh it is so unbearably good when you don’t know where he will place it next.

His touch leaves you again, the bed dents as if he was climbing off of it. His steps on the wooden floor let you know that you were right.

“Honey? Where are you going?” you ask panickedly.

“Relax. I’m not leaving”, he assures you, steps very clearly moving away from you.

Silence. The sound of a drawer opening. Fumbling with something. The drawer closes again. Steps. They come closer and closer again. The sheets ruffle, the mattress shakes. Your breathing speeds up.

You turn your head to where you think your husband is sitting, waiting with a racing heart for the moment he touches you again.

The silence is unbearable. There is this rhythmic clicking sound of something opening and closing and you can’t for the world of you figure out what it was. It continues. Yoongi’s presence is unbearable when he doesn’t act.

“Yoongi?” you ask quietly.

“Yes, love?” he answers you.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at you.”

“What are you holding?”

“My knife”, he answers you, sending bolts of pleasure through your body without even touching you. He watches in delight as you squirm and tug on the ropes just slightly. He knew that this would affect you.

“W-what knife?” you stutter.

Click. Yoongi most definitely opened it.

Cold metal touches your stomach. The area of touch is small, letting you know that he is pressing the tip of it into your skin. You feel dizzy in an instant.

“Guess”, he says, voice heavy in arousal. He dances the knife up and down your tummy, making sure to never cut but to still apply enough pressure to leave goosebumps behind.

Your husband owns many knives. Next to buying you the finest clothes, collecting knives is his favourite hobby. Trying to guess which one of his huge collection he decided to use on you tonight is almost impossible. Especially when he traces your torso so incredibly good.

“I, I don’t know”, you stutter breathlessly.

“Try harder”, Yoongi orders, flipping the knife so the flat of the blade was between your tits. He makes sure to press the dull site into your flesh while letting the sharp side barely miss your soft skin. The shaky breath you take, makes his stomach twist in arousal.

He knows that you won’t be able to guess. He only used that knife on you once, it would be a surprise if you guessed right. He still loves the game, playing it like an addict.

“T-the silver one?”

“Silver one? Which one? Be more specific”, he says, slipping the knife from your sternum to instead dance the tip over your left breast. He holds it in place for it, making sure the flesh was gathered enough that he can trace every inch of it.

“The, the one with the red handle?” you try, feeling shivers run down your spine constantly. The skin on your tits is so sensitive and now Yoongi is using the knife on it. You want to twist the sheets because of it, but have to twist the ropes instead.

“Wrong”, he says and with just enough pressure makes sure to leave a tiny mark. It doesn’t bleed, stinging for just a second before a deep burn digs into your fibres.

You whimper for him, chasing it with a soft arch of your back

“Two more guesses", he says, soothing the spot with his thumb.

“Two, two more?” you stutter, panting heavily.

“Mhm.”

“What happens then?”

He moves closer, making the mattress creak.

“I’ll cut you”, he rasps, breath swirling against your lips and fingers closing around your throat softly.

“Yoongi”, you mewl, chasing him and gulping under his fingers. Oh how you wish for him to press down on your veins and steal just a little bit more of your sanity.

“Continue, baby. Keep guessing”, he says, keeping his hand around your throat as he swirls the tip of the knife over your face.

Your entire body feels charged. You aren’t scared. Not even a little bit. You know that Yoongi would rather ram that knife into his own thigh before accidentally hurting you. You know that he would never cut you, not unless you beg for it. So you trust him with the sharp blade on your face, but you still can’t help but feel charged to the point where you are shaking. To have his big hand wrapped around your throat as the knife is against your skin as you have no way to escape, fills you with aching pleasure.

You try to concentrate. He took that knife from a drawer, which means it must be one of the knives he keeps in his nightstand. You have one in yours as well, but that doesn’t open and close.

Yoongi slides his hand from your throat to the back of your neck, lifting your head like this. It tilts back, revealing your vulnerable throat to the blade. Yoongi flips it and presses the sharp side of it against your skin, making you gasp in surprise.

“Guess. Now”, he orders, voice dark and dangerous. You feel your pussy throb because of it.

“I, I don’t know. The silver one from the nightstand?” you stutter.

“No. Wrong again”, he says and punishes you by dropping your head and replacing the blade with his hand, cutting off just enough of your airflow to turn your body limp in surprised bliss. Your head starts pounding, you feel like moaning out a gag. The knife rests on your tummy as he caresses your skin and basks in the quick movements you do from all the gasping he forces you to do.

“I’m gonna count to five and then let go of your throat and I want your answer by then”, he rasps, lips ghosting over your cheek, “can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yeah”, you croak, brain working overtime to guess right.

“Trust me, it’s gonna be worth it to get it right, so think hard. One….two…” he starts counting, making you tremble in charged desperation.

Yoongi has four knives in his nightstand. One kukri knife with a brown handle, which doesn’t open and close. His cousin gave it to him during one of their missions as teens. A small bowie knife you gave him for his birthday, it opens but was your second guess so you know it to be wrong. One of his customised daggers which opens with a press of a button and doesn’t sound that sharp. That leaves…

“…four and…five”, Yoongi finishes counting and releases your throat.

You gasp for air, arching your back from the rush of blood going back to your head. Yoongi caresses your sides until you calm down enough to talk.

“The black steel one. The s-spanto blade”, you croak.

“Good job, you guessed right”, he says, carrying a smile in his voice.

You bask in the praise with a fluttering heart, grinning proudly.

“It wasn’t even that hard”, you say, making him chuckle.

“Of course not”, he says, caressing your tummy. He moves down your body, dancing his hands down as well until he has your soft thighs under his fingertips. He kneads them, sitting right between your open legs.

You have already figured out by now what reward he was talking about, barely handling the anticipation.

“Fuck baby”, just the tone of his voice makes your pussy throb in desperation, “you’re fucking soaked”, he says and laughs lazily, eyes glued to your wet panties.

“What are you gonna do with me?” you ask him.

“Whatever the fuck I wanna do”, he answers you, hooking his fingers in the fabric just to tug it away from your body and use the blade to cut through it. He rips it off your other leg, throwing it behind himself without looking.

“Yoongi, I loved those panties”, you whine and whimper, chasing something. You have no idea what you were chasing. Maybe his hand, maybe the cold air on your pussy, maybe your lost panties. You just know that all you want to be is to be touched.

“I’ll buy you new ones, just want that pussy”, he dismisses you, lowering himself to you without warning.

You yelp up, almost smothering him if he wasn’t pinning down your hips, growling against your pussy as his lips are wrapped around your clit.

You hadn’t expected that. You expected him to play with you with his fingers, but not for him to bury his tongue between your folds.

“Holy fuck”, you croak out, tugging at the ropes with all you got, “fuck, holy fuck.”

Yoongi growls deeply, looking up at you with furrowed brows and his arms tensed from pinning you down. The rings are making such nice noises as you fight against them, your tits looks so pretty now that you are gasping for air. He knows that your eyes are squeezed shut behind that pretty blindfold, you always do that when he eats you out.

Yoongi is right. All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and gasp for air. Having him worship your body with his blade left you so riled up. You didn’t even realise just how turned on he got you until he wrapped his lips around your clit. Hot and wet he sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves until it is throbbing for a break. Yoongi gives it to you in the form of fast licks, the kind which shoots involuntary shakes through your thighs and which make those ropes around your ankles feel like torture. You want to close your legs, throw them over his shoulders, bend them by their knees. Anything other than forcing them to lie and shake without having any kind of control over them.

Yoongi tries to soothe some of that shaking with his hands running down your thighs, using his nails when he dances them back up again. It doesn’t help. It just makes it worse.

“Fuck, you’re so sensitive”, he growls, breaking away from your pussy. He lets the drool drop from his lips, covering your dripping pussy with it, “you’re shaking like crazy.”

You make an embarrassed sound, tugging at the ropes around your legs and failing to move. Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That was adorable”, he taunts, sticking out his tongue to drag the flat of it through your folds. He starts at your soaked entrance and ends it at your swollen clit. He uses his entire head for it, repeating the movements while his hands pin down your hips again.

“Yoongi please”, you cry out, feeling chills all over your body. You arch your back as best as the ropes allow you to, soaking the blindfold with pearls of your tears.

“Cute” he moans, basking in the aggressive clench your pussy does. He knows that he’s got you close. He knows you. Knows every change your body does when he’s got his hands on it. He knows that a blade against your skin turns you on like nothing else and that he can get you there instantly when he decides to use his tongue on you. He’s a little disappointed that he already has to stop, lifting his head despite his tongue begging for another taste.

You writhe, fighting the ropes. Only now he sees the tears seeping through the blindfold, smiling darkly because of it.

“Please”, you beg, fighting the strong hold he has on your hips.

“What’s wrong?” he asks nonchalantly despite his own shaky breathing. He feels so fucking good when he gets you so riled up. It’s the only rush of power he truly needs.

“Something, g-give me something please.”

“Hm”, he hums and then his hands leave your body.

You listen with a dizzy head. He climbs down from the bed. What you hadn’t expected however, was Yoongi untying the knots on the leg hooks. You wiggle in the newfound freedom, gasping when this earns you his strong grip around your thighs.

“Stay still”, he hisses.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t close your legs”, he says and forces your left leg to bend. He holds it into position by your shin, wrapping the rope around it and therefore securing the position.

You moan in excitement, bending your other leg already for him. You love this position so much.

“Good girl”, Yoongi praises, working diligently to make sure you are comfortable but also tied up right. He rounds the bed afterwards, loosening the tautness of your arm ties and grabbing a pillow. He returns to the foot end of the bed, pulling your body right to the end of it until the arm rings hook back into place.

You laugh out a moan, enjoying the manhandling with all your being.

“Hm”, Yoongi chuckles softly, lifting your butt just to place the pillow underneath it. Like this your hips are tilted just right to give him the best view of your pussy.

He drags his palm down your inner thigh, resting it over your pussy. His pointer finger he flicks over your entrance, playing with your juices mindlessly. The desperation in your moans seem to leave him cold.

"You've got the prettiest pussy, baby", he rasps, dancing his finger to your clit to trace her slowly, "I thought of you today. You and your pretty pussy got me faded, baby."

"Yoongi please fuck me", you beg, feeling close to crying in desperation.

"I will", he says and pulls his hand away.

You are back to listening again.

His belt opens. His zipper gets pulled down. Then the distinct sound of slacks being pulled down and hitting the floor. You can barely breathe in excitement. Finally. Fucking finally you’ll get his cock. It’s all you want. Nobody fucks like Yoongi does. You need it so bad.

He steps closer, lying his cock down over your pussy. He slaps it against your clit a few times, making you keen and writhe.

"I can't wait to fill you up", he speaks slowly, letting you know with it that he is suffering from just as much desperation as you do.

He spanks your clit one last time, dragging his cock down your pussy afterwards. One circle over your weeping entrance then he finally pushes inside, letting out a desperate grunt as he does.

You whimper loudly, feeling your toes curl in pleasure. Yoongi fits like no other. The stretch is hot as fire, leaving you lightheaded and addicted to it.

"Almost there baby, your pussy's taking me so well", he lulls, watching with blown-out pupils as his swollen cock sinks into you. You fit so perfectly around him, as if you were made for him. Just for him.

He bottoms out, furrowing his brows as he does. Wet, hot, tight.

"Fuck I'm in", he presses out, "are you-'

"Good", you interrupt him, "Yoongi", you moan your best moan, tugging at the ropes.

"Shit you’re so fucking sexy", he presses out and grips your hips to finally begin moving. He goes slow and makes sure to really draw out the movements, slipping out of you to the very tip of his cock until slipping back inside to the very base. He needs to make sure your pussy remembers the shape of him, while remembering the sensation of your wet walls himself.

Your moans are like music to his ears. He answers them with whispered curses and throaty grunts, staying quieter for the sake of hearing you. Your sounds seriously get him off so good.

He looks at his cock. It glistens in your pussy juices, veins swollen and skin dark from all the blood rushing through him. You are so fucking wet that you managed to dirty his pubes by now too. Good. He wants to be marked by you just as much as he wants to mark you.

Yoongi spits on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. You giggle his name, making him smile his distinct lazy smirk.

"Keep moaning for me, baby. Wanna hear how good I fuck you", he orders, picking up his spit with his thumb to use it on you. He rubs your clit slowly, timing the movements with his deep thrusts.

"Fuck! Ah, Yoongi!" you moan loudly, arching your back as best as possible. It is a little difficult when your legs are tied and your arms are unable to move. But you still try because all you want to do is writhe.

"Keep going baby. Moan my fucking name", he rasps, speeding up his hips in desperation.

"Yoongi", you moan, "Yoongi, ah Yoongi!"

He's got you trembling and clenching. Your pussy's so sensitive, his cock feels so huge because of it. His thumb is callused and the roughness of it almost feels too much. In the best way possible. His movements remind you just who gets you into such a state. He does. Only he can. Only Yoongi.

"So pretty. You sound so fucking pretty", he growls, "louder baby, louder. Let those bastards downstairs know who fucks you that well."

You totally forgot about everyone else. The moment you set foot in the bedroom, the rest of the organisation was gone from your mind. And now that he reminded you, all you want to do is tell the whole world who owes you to the core.

"Yoongi", you wail, "Yoongi! You fuck me so well. Yoongi!"

"Fuck", he growls and grunts, fighting the urge to close his eyes, "good girl. Such a good fucking girl. You’re my best girl with the best fucking pussy."

He drills his cock into you, keeping you from slipping back with his strong hand twisted in your leg tie. You need the support, he makes sure of that by keeping up the rough rhythm. Like this his balls slap against your ass each time he is deep inside you. Like this you squeak like the prettiest little toy and your pussy sounds so goddamn wet that Yoongi has to look down at her again.

It runs out of you and soaks the pillow, droplets of it are sticking to his dark pubes, his cock's tripping each time he pulls out. He can also feel it cover his balls, chasing the sensation with a circle of his hips each time he is buried to the base inside your wet, tight cunt.

"Take me, fucking take me", Yoongi growls angrily, slamming into you with madness in his movements.

"Yoongi please don’t stop" you beg him, voice contorted in pleasure. The blindfold is so soaked from your tears, your head is pounding unbearably.

"No. I won’t. You belong to me. You should remember that", he spits, writing his name right against your g spot. He pulls out afterwards just to slam into you roughly, pulling you on his cock at the same time and making it feel twice as deep, "you're my pretty girl. Mine", he rasps, "wanna keep fucking your pretty, little pussy."

You are barely human at this point, praying for any kind of strength to keep you alive. Yoongi fucks like a madman tonight. Normally the job drains him way too much for fast fucks. On normal days you get slow and deep fucks or if you want to you can ride him stupid. So to have Yoongi rut into you like a crazy animal steals your sanity from you. Because Yoongi’s a goddamn natural in rough fucks. He just needs to be pissed enough for them, fueled by anger at the world and with boiling rage in his stomach. Only then Yoongi fucks fast and rough, using your pussy to punish his demons and wind down in the process.

You won’t ever complain. You love being his stress ball. That shit feels so fucking good to be.

So good in fact that Yoongi’s next flick of his thumb forces a surprise high out.

"Yoongiii", you scream up, dragging out his last syllable as you shake out of control.

"Shit! Fuck!" Yoongi gasps loudly, hips stuttering in surprise, "shit baby, urgh fuck", he throws his head back, "so fucking tight."

"Yoongi oh god, Yoongi please", you keen. You swear that a part of you dies in that high. And resurrects again a second later when Yoongi slips out of you solely to give your cunt the freedom to squirt all over the pillow. It seeps out of your well-fucked hole, soaking the fabric and own skin.

"Good girl, that’s it. Squirt for me", he rasps, rubbing your overstimulated clit to force even the last drop out of you.

"Yoongi please", you sob, crying the hottest tears. The ropes are way too strong, you can't fight them. Holy shit you are victim to his maddened touch if you wanted to or not, "please honey please ah.."

"It's okay baby, almost there. Almost there", Yoongi soothes you. He circles his thumb and forces those last two convulses out of you. They were terribly stubborn, almost making him believe that they would never want to come out.

You wail and fight the ropes. Yoongi almost feels pity for you, but doesn’t. Not when your pussy looks so happy squirting for him. He is so obsessed with it. It’s the visual proof that only he can fuck you that well, that all those years with you made him an expert in your body. Yoongi feels invincible in those moments.

"Please", you barely get it out, trying to close your legs as best as possible.

"It's okay love. You’re already done", he says softly, abandoning your clit to caress your tummy instead, "see? It wasn’t that bad, was it?"

"Yes it was", you whine, sobbing softly, "I'm, I’m so w-weak now."

Yoongi chuckles, "adorable", he rasps, jerking off his cock lazily.

"Don't laugh at me", you whine, "it's your fault."

"I know, I take the blame completely", he says, bending down just to kiss your tummy, "good job, baby. You’ve done so well", he whispers against your skin.

The praise makes you feel so fuzzy and happy. You did a good job. You were his best girl.

"Can I be rewarded?" you ask shyly.

"Rewarded?" Yoongi lifts his head to look at you.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

"Fuck yes", Yoongi full on moans, squeezing around the base of his cock, "I'm the luckiest fucking bastard, baby. You’re so goddamn perfect."

He climbs on the bed behind your head, hovering his cock over your face. You can smell him so well like this. Sweet like your pussy and addicting like his cock.

You tilt your head back, sticking your tongue out further.

Yoongi curses and cups your cheek just to move your head into his prefered position. Seconds later you feel his cock glide into your mouth. He tastes like you and his own pleasure. Sweet and a little salty. It’s a nice combination because it tastes like a good and satisfying fuck.

"That's it", he rasps and sucks in air through his teeth, "fuck", he releases it again.

Yoongi keeps holding your face, using his other hand to support his cock. He rocks back and forth slowly, watching in delight as your lips move around his girth.

"Good girl, the best girl", he rasps and scrunches his nose in bliss, "fuck baby."

You moan around his cock, basking in the sensations like a hungry animal. You love getting your face fucked by your husband. His cock tastes so goddamn good.

He laughs lazily and rolls his hips deeper, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. You whimper happily, welcoming him with a tingling stomach.

"So good, that’s so good", he lulls with a dizzy head.

His fingers slip from your face to trace your throat instead. He feels it bulge each time he bottoms out, basking in the sensation of your gag and the happy moan that follows. He can feel his balls rub against your face, cursing them for being so goddamn heavy and sensitive. If they weren’t, he wouldn't have to shiver each time he feels your nose against them or the softness of the blindfold.

You moan around him again, throat tight and wet and oh so warm.

"Seriously", he hisses, eyes falling closed, "I'm close baby", he croaks out and finally moans. He doesn’t care that he overshadows your sounds. He feels them around his cock nonetheless and he needs to let those sounds out before he goes insane. Holding back as he fucked your pussy was bearable but not this. Not fucking your face. It feels like fucking paradise and Yoongi needs to moan.

Somehow you seem to begin meeting his movements because of his moans, sucking on his cock as if your life depended on it. Your husband has the sexiest voice, crafted especially for moans. You love when he lets go and lets them out.

"I'm really fucking close", he croaks, breath trembling and throat rattling in a deep moan. He is throbbing inside you, dripping down your throat. Every movement feels like sweet torture, his balls are so fucking tight that he could explode.

You encourage him with a sweet moan, sending the vibrations of it all through his body. You need his cum so bad.

"Baby", Yoongi growls loudly and pulls out just to fucking abuse his cockhead with rapid jerks of his hand, "baby now", he moans deliciously, thrusting his hips against nothing as his cock squirts all over your face. He is shaking like crazy, head thrown back and cock fucking his own hand.

You love this so much, welcoming the warm facial with your tongue sticking out and your eyes producing happy tears.

Yoongi comes down with a graphic curse, slacking and falling on his butt right behind you.

"Holy shit", he croaks, panting heavily.

You mewl and tilt your head back. With one lick your lips are cleaned. You swallow happily, making Yoongi purr deeply.

"You're so sexy", he rasps, "fuck baby, give me a moment. I'll free you."

Yoongi opens your hand ties first, soothing your wrists with soft kisses.

"Good girl", he praises, “does anything hurt, baby?”

“No, it’s just a little sore, but it’s not bad.”

“Okay. I’ll massage them for you later, promise”, he says, kissing each of your wrists once more before moving on to your legs.

He cuts through the ropes. That's what he does. He uses the knife to cut the ropes and it is glorious.

"Really? Again?" you laugh, "we lost so much rope already because of you.”

"I'm too lazy. I can’t be bothered", he says in a chuckle, helping you move your legs to stretch them out and get them relaxed again.

"Mhhm honey, that’s nice", you sigh.

"That's good. You did really well with the ties", he praises, setting your legs down so they were tangling over the edge of the bed.

He pulls the ruined pillow from under you, throwing it on the ground.

"That one's ruined", he says.

"It's your fault", you throw back, making him chuckle.

"I know, I don’t feel guilty", he says, pulling you into a sitting position to take off your blindfold.

You have to blink a few times to get used to the new freedom. When his face finally appears out of the blurriness, he is smiling. He cups your cheeks, wiping your tears away.

"You cried."

"It felt so good", you answer him, making his eyes soften.

"My pretty girl", he whispers, tilting your head up for a sweet kiss.

You feel so giddy, melting in his hands like a chocolate drop in the sun.

Yoongi breaks the kiss just to continue gazing at you.

"Thank you", he whispers.

"For what?" you whisper back, holding his waist.

"For taking my mind off of today. I seriously wanted to set the whole world on fire."

"Don't. You know I’m always here when you need me", you say, making his eyes sparkle in adoration.

"And I'm here whenever you need me, baby. You can count on me. You know that, don’t you?" he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

"I know", you promise him, reaching up to twist his hair just to make sure he doesn’t leave, "I know baby, I know."

Yoongi nods his head and caresses your temples, letting you know that he is so, so grateful for everything you do but most of all for your existence.

"Fuck", he exhales deeply, "now all I gotta do is go down and face them. Shit, I don’t wanna. I don’t know what to tell them."

"Then don’t. Take a bath with me, let me take a look at the cuts and forget about them for tonight. Sleep. Rest. I promise you'll think of something. There's still tomorrow."

"I guess you’re right."

"I'm always right", you say, making him chuckle and peck your forehead.

"You're lucky I love you", he whispers with a smile.

"I love you too", you say with a grin, standing up just to pull him into a kiss as you guide him to the ensuite bathroom.

And Yoongi follows gladly, forgetting all about the messy future waiting for him tomorrow.

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The Subtleties of Steve Harrington Part 2

This is one is bit longer than the rest because there wasn’t a clear spot to break it up without splitting up one of the parts.

Part 1

One Month Before

The Corroded Coffin boys were on a mission. And that was to tell the Buckley girl to call off her dog. Because they sure as hell weren’t going to let Steve Harrington break Eddie Munson’s heart.

They walked into Family Video on a day they knew Steve would be off. How did they know he wouldn’t be there? Because it’s all Eddie was talking about all that week, that him and Steve were going up to Indy to Eddie’s favorite gaming store and get him a new fig to replace the one that been warped to hell in Eddie’s bag because he forgot about it.

“Welcome to Family Video!” Robin greeted cheerily.

“Buckley,” Jeff said, “we’d like a word.”

Her face turned calculating. “You know, all three of you ganging up on a girl at her work place where she can’t escape is preeeeetttty pervy behavior, yes?”

They all looked at each other in shock. They hadn’t thought what it would look like to her. To any outsider really. They whispered for a few moments before Jeff and Gareth turned to leave.

She watched them go with a raised eyebrow. “So how did you get picked as representative of the Corroded Coffin boys?” she asked him.

Brian shrugged. “Gareth is too hot headed and Jeff stammers when he gets nervous.”

“And I make him nervous?” Robin asked with a smile.

“You did just scare the two of them off, so...yeah?”

She grinned. “So what can I do for you Corroded Coffin boys today?”

Brian sighed. “Look, Steve is great guy and all. Saved Eddie’s ass when everyone thought he was dead. And we’re grateful. We are it’s just...” He ran his fingers over his face. “We don’t want Eddie to get hurt. He’s fallen for straight boys before and it’s hurt him bad.”

Robin’s eyes got wider and wider the more Brian went on until they were practically bulging out of her head. “Okay, okay. Slow down. Are you saying that you want me to tell Steve to what exactly? Stop seeing Eddie all together? Not be alone with Eddie? Not be friendly with Eddie? Because that’s pretty fucked up.”

Brian huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “It’s not like that. He’s flirting with Eddie. We’ve all seen the Harrington charm in action. And Steve’s turned it up to eleven around Eddie. Like take today. Would you go to Indy which is a two hour drive to go to a store for one item that cost two bucks max? The gas alone is gonna cost more than that.”

Robin licked her lips. “For Steve absolutely. But you’re right, that’s not a normal friendship thing. It’s best friend or boyfriend move.”

Brian nodded. “You have to see why we’re concerned. Steve is going to make Eddie fall in love with him and then get his heart broken when the next Nancy Wheeler walks by.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay. I know you are going to go running to the other two the second you walk out of this store. But if anyone else finds out and this includes Eddie I will hunt all three of you for sport. Do you understand?”

Brian gulped but nodded.

“Steve isn’t straight.”

He frowned. “He isn’t?”

She shook her head. “It’s a bit of a shock to the system, no lie. But Steve likes both.”

Brian cocked his head to the side. “So he’s actively flirting with Eddie? As in to try and woo him and shit?”

“Yup!” Robin said popping the P.

“Does Eddie know Steve isn’t straight?”

She raised her eyebrows. “I know I said not to tell him, but Steve is actively flirting with him, so he should.”

Brian shook his head. “I mean we wouldn’t have guessed Steve wasn’t straight, so...”

“So, does the former super super senior know that the boy who’s flirting with him isn’t straight?” Robin asked.

He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, that.”

“I don’t know,” she groused. “Hell, you guys know him better than I do.”

Brian nodded. “I think he suspects but doesn’t want to be wrong.”

Robin nodded. “That’s fair.”

Brian shifted from side to side. “Thanks. I guess I should get back to the guys.”

She nodded.

Brian stepped outside and Gareth and Jeff were on him in a hot second.

“You get her to call him off?” Gareth asked.

Brian shook his head. “Nothing to call off.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jeff growled. “Of course there is. Straight boy hitting on gay boy needs to back the fuck off.”

“Bisexual boy is making moves on gay boy he has genuine feelings for,” Brian explained.

Jeff and Gareth looked at each other in confusion.

“Steve’s not straight?” Gareth asked.

Brian shook his head. “Nope.”

Jeff frowned. “I mean, we all know New Steve isn’t the kind to deliberately hurt anyone. Old Steve might have. But not New Steve. Why were we so sure Steve was out to hurt Eddie?”

Gareth shifted uncomfortably. “Because we assumed Eddie was the only gay guy in Hawkins.”

The trio fell silent. They knew that there must be other gay people in Hawkins. The town wasn’t that small.

“What do we tell Eddie?” Jeff asked.

“Nothing,” Brian said firmly. Before it was from threat of violence from Buckley, but now. He absolutely agreed with her.

“Nothing?” Gareth asked. “Doesn’t Eddie deserve to know?”

“From Steve?” Brian asked. “Oh absolutely. From us? Absolutely fucking not.”

Gareth and Jeff grumbled but reluctantly agreed.

Two weeks ago

Dustin was the hardest to convince. Which was annoying. And if Steve was being honest, hurt. A lot.

“For the last time, Dusty,” Steve said, digging his palms into his eyes, “I’m not going to date Robin. She is best friend and I am not her type.”

“Well what is her type?” Dustin asked. “You think she would go for Eddie then? Oh, maybe Argyle.”

Robin came bouncing into the room and skidded to a stop when she saw the looks on both Steve and Dustin’s faces.

“What’s up?” she asked slowly.

“Please explain to this butthead that I am not your type,” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“Hey, man,” Dustin said. “I just want you to be happy.”

Robin grinned. “You know, for such a genius you do have a bit of blind spot regarding matchmaking.”

Dustin frowned. “No I don’t.”

Robin laughed. “Yeah you do. You aren’t taking into consideration the fact that not everyone likes the opposite gender.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “I know about gay people. I just don’t know any.”

Steve and Robin shared a glance.

“I only like girls,” Robin said, smugly.

Dustin looked back and forth between them. “Is that what you meant by not being her type?”

“Yup!” Steve said. “She likes boobies. Personally, I like boobies and dicks. Though not on the same person.” He paused for a second. “No. I take that back. That does sound hot.”

Dustin scoffed. “I’m willing to believe she’s a lesbian.” He pointed at Robin “But there is no way in hell that you like dudes. You’re the ladies man. The original.”

Steve laughed. “I think Harrison Ford or Tom Cruise might disagree with you there.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. How many girls have you dated?”

Steve tried counting but the number kept changing. “I guess it depends on what you consider to be dating. Two or more dates? Probably in the range of six or seven. If you include just one offs where either her or I didn’t pursue the relationship past the first date it would be closer to eleven or twelve.” He wasn’t going to bring up one night stands. He didn’t want to break the kid.

Dustin nodded as if he had been proven right. “And how many dates have you gone on with dudes?”

Steve boggled. “You do realize that dating one’s gender is frowned on and there is an epidemic going on where it’s hitting almost exclusively gay men? It was hard to find gay boys before that shit and now the pool has shrunk by a lot.”

Dustin just shrugged. “All I’m hearing is that you’ve never dated a man. So how do you know you like them?”

Steve put his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes skyward. This kid.

“Just because I haven’t dated a boy doesn’t mean I haven’t kissed them, Dustin.”

Both Robin and Dustin turned to him in shock.

“You have?” Robin asked.

“Yes,” Steve hissed. “And no, I’m not telling you who. I don’t kiss and tell.”

Dustin bit his lip. “You really like dudes?”

Steve threw his arms in the air. “Yes!”

Dustin rubbed his hands together. “That just opens up the possibilities for dates!”

Steve just groaned.

One Week Before

Steve was doing his least favorite favorite chore. He hated taking the brats to Hellfire because they were little shits. Because he loved it because it meant that he got to see Eddie.

Dustin was sitting behind the driver’s seat kicking Steve in the back. “You know Eddie’s gay, right?”

Steve sighed and glared at him through the rearview mirror. “We don’t out other people without their permission, dude. Not ever.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying...”

“I know exactly what you’re saying,” Steve growled, “and I’m saying we don’t out people until they’re ready to come out.” He fought really hard not to look at the boy in the front passenger seat, to avoid doing what he just told Dustin not to do.

“I’m gay...” Will whispered.

Steve sighed. Looks like they were going to be a little late to D&D today. He pulled into a parking lot and parked.

“Thanks for saying something,” Steve said softly. “But you didn’t have to.”

“I’ve known for awhile,” Mike said softly.

Lucas nodded. “I might have not have known for sure, but yeah. That makes sense.”

Dustin frowned. “How the hell did I miss that?”

Steve turned around in the seat. “Because you’ve got a blind spot where anyone outside of the norm is concerned. Which let’s be honest, isn’t a good look for a scientist.”

Dustin pouted.

Lucas frowned. “Who else did you miss?”

Steve turned to Will with a grin. “Go ahead, tell them.”

“Steve,” Will said softly.

Lucas and Mike started shouting protestations and Steve just waited them out.

“How did you know, Will?” Steve asked after they had calmed down enough to be heard over.

Will blushed. “I saw the way you acted around Jonathan and I suspected. But then I saw how you acted around Eddie and I knew.”

“It’s a problem I have to be sure,” Steve said. “Crushing on both sides of a couple. Not...as a...not like that.”

“Not as a threesome?” Lucas clarified.

Steve nodded, deeply embarrassed. “But separately. So yeah. I had a crush on Tommy H and Carol. Nancy and Jonathan. But I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of all that. I don’t have crushes on any of them anymore.”

Mike folded his arms and pouted but Lucas looked thought for a minute.

“Yeah, I think that makes sense,” he said. “I can see it.”

Steve smiled at him and mouthed ‘thank you’. “All right, now that we’ve survived both of those bombshells, let’s get you to your nerd game.”

The kids had almost gotten to the door when Dustin stopped. He said something to the others before he came dashing back to the car.

“Will said Eddie!” he cried gleefully. “You have a crush on Eddie!”

Steve rolled down the window and hissed, “Shut up or he’ll hear you!”

Dustin jumped up and down. “It would be sooo cool if both of my dads start dating each other.”

Steve shook his head. “We’re just good friends, don’t meddle with that. If I think I’ve got a chance, you know I’ll go for it. But until then you stay out of it.”

Dustin nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

Part 3 Part 4

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Jack Harlow x Reader : BAKING WITH MIA

“Nooo, daddy that’s not how it goes.”

“Mia, it’s already baked. What else needs to be done?”

“Mommy makes holes around the cake and then we put the different milks.”

“That’s not what it says here.” Jack tells her while reading the instructions from google on his iPad.

“Why are you checking there? Momma has it in her book.” Ezequiel pipes in from his seat on the table.

“What book?” Jack asks, confused.

Ezequiel and Mia share a look with each other. “Hey, I’m trying, okay? Now help me find this book you’re talking about.”

“Daddy, it’s right there. Mommy always has it there.” Mia tells him, pointing to the top shelf where it’s displayed.

“Ohh her cooking book? I didn’t know she added her baking stuff here too.” Jack goes to grab the book and flips through the pages until he finds the page for tres leches cake.

“I guess you were right Mia, I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.”

“So with what do we make the holes?” Jack asks the kids.

“Siri, FaceTime wife.” Ezequiel yells into his dads phone.

“What? No, Ángel Ezequiel.”

“Hi momma.” Ez greets you.

“Hi my baby boy, how are you my love? How’s your sister and father?”

Ez smiles, “Daddy ruining your cakes.”

“What cakes baby?”

“We’re attempting to make Mia’s favorite cake.” Jack says from his spot on the counter.

“Bubs, it’s the easiest cake ever. All you need to do is follow my steps, Mia basically knows how to make it herself from all the times she’s helped me.”

“He was looking at the pad mama not your book.”

“Ezequiel stop snitching on me to your mom.” Jack goes to grab the phone.

“You were looking at baking instructions from the internet when my book was literally there.” You ask, smirking.

Jack rolls his eyes “It says cooking book, not baking book.”

“Bubs, you worry me sometimes.”

“Yeah, yeah. Are you almost home?”

You shake your head, “I have a few more scenes to shoot so I’ll be like three more hours, and that depends on my flight as well.” You stare at him and see that he’s somewhat stressed. “But I can reschedule and come home right now, just say the words.”

You were in Miami shooting for your new music video, you couldn’t take the kids with you so Jack decided to stay behind with them.

Jack shakes his head and smiles. “No, you handle your work and I can manage here with the kids.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah sweets. We’ll finish the cake and watch some movies. Maybe even go to my moms for a bit.”

“Okay, I love you guys, see you soon.”

“I love you.”

“Bye momma.” Ez yells.

“Bye mommy.” Mia grabs the phone from Jack.

You smile at her, “Mia, you have cake batter on your face honey.”

She rolls her eyes, “Daddy did it.”

“Well it seems like you three are having a blast. Remember the cake needs to cool down in the refrigerator for at least two hours.”

Mia nods, “I know.”

“Okay baby, I’ll try to hurry home okay.”

“Alrighty, we’ll see you tonight.” Jack says and after a few more shared words you both hang up.

“So do I blend all the milks together or pour them one by one?” Jack asks Mia

“I CAN’T READ IT’S IN THE BOOK.” Mia tells him getting frustrated.

“Should I call momma again?” Ezequiel asks.

“NO.” Jack yells

“YES.” Mia yells.

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raised-u-fr0m-perdition · 1 year

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Hello, could I request an Anthony Lockwood x reader where they both act like they are dating (pet names, sleeping in the same bed after Bad missions, just doing small affectionate things) but nothing is confirmed and then kipps asks reader out and lockwood steps in. At home they had a heated argument & confession and maybe make out?

LABELS AREN'T MEANT FOR US (YET)

Lockwood and I never like to put labels. They make everything definitive and unopen for interpretation. Amirite or amirite?

"Leila, love, it's 9 am." Lockwood himself reached out to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, making me giggle and slap his hand away. "So I take it you had a good sleep, then?"

"Just peachy, darling. You make me feel better after those bad missions." I grinned, and got a kiss on the forehead in return.

"Well, George may be making breakfast round about now, and you know how he is about timings."

"Oh, yes, the timings." I got out of bed, quickly combing my hair while he threw on the business clothes he wore that showed off his toned physique. The shirt did, and the jacket polished off the look.

"I swear, you two should be dating already." Lucy tutted. "Listen to fate, please."

"We don't put such labels on our relationship, Lucy, they're too definitive. Besides, Lockwood and I are friends." But I truly did want to be something more, yet I'd contradict my own words if I did. Oh, this world is too confusing.

"Exactly what Leilani said. Now, hop off to breakfast, we'll be down there in a minute." Lockwood cut in, saving me. I smiled at him, tucking the other strand of hair behind my ear and then twisted a strand of my raven-coloured hair around my finger and let it drop. "Absurd, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

George and Lucy kept pointing out things that set me and Lockwood apart from being normal couples. The way we look at each other, how we always work together, we light up in each others presence, the usual rom com malarkey. But we'd gotten into the habit of keeping our hands near each other, pinky fingers intertwined as if we'd float away if we'd let go. Nobody really knows why Lockwood and I are so close.

That is with the exception of the two concerned.

Long story long, Lockwood and I first made eye contact shortly after his parents died because he was put in the house next door. We'd go on playdates all the time, we trained together and even though he was a better fencing prodigy than I was, I supported him all the way. He was brilliant. Clever with his words as much as his brain, athletic yet packed with technique, the whole package. Then one fateful day he pitched the idea of an agency to me, and me being the reckless soul I was, I agreed, henceforth starting Lockwood and Co because it sounded better and cooler than Yaris and Co. I was there for him during the struggle of being orphaned at a young age and he was there for me when I lost mine to a car crash. We were as thick as thieves...

Even though every day I wanted to be more than that.

THAT VERY EVENING:

"Evening, Laila." Lockwood greeted, starting to write on the tablecloth.

"Hey, Lockwood. Figuring out the case of the Lipton Street wraith?"

"Yeah. I got a lot closer thanks to your clue."

“Yeah, what can I say, darling? I’m good at this stuff.”

“I know, love, that’s why I ask you.” Our fingers intertwined, looking at each other for a second. I felt truly safe with Lockwood. I couldn’t explain it, really. All I could say about it was that he was like my only vice when things went wrong, the one to hold me after a bad case or the person who’d just protect me anyway, acting as a shield between me and the dangers out to get me.

I remember the countless times he’d put himself in critical danger for me, jumping in front of an advancing ghost or distracting it when he had nowhere else to go. In that moment I felt it was the other way around, and I couldn’t help but rise to the occasion.

“I’m going out to meet Flo later, at around 6. We’re going over the details of me acting as her intermediary.” He told me, and I nodded in response. Flo was our good friend. She was an amazing person as well, so no wonder she became the only relic girl in the world.

“I’m going out with George at the same time. We’re grabbing pizza.” I informed, absentmindedly writing something down until I realised what it was.

I love you, Anthony Lockwood.

I covered it up urgently, awaiting his reply.

“Which pizza place are you going to?”

“Pizza Hut.”

“Enjoy your pizza.”

“Enjoy your time being an intermediary.”

“Why does that feel like you’re throwing intense shade on me?”

“No!”

“Come here, you little monkey!” I tried to run, but he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his chest, starting to tickle my sides.

“Please- no - Anthony - stop- please!” I giggled, breaking down into hysterical laughter in between words.

“Never!”

“I swear, if you two aren’t dating already, I am opening a court case.” George interrupted, holding a mop.

“Labels are definitive. Aka it’s not for us. Which means that we’re not dating.” We chorused in unison. It became habit for us, really. Barnes said it, Lucy said it, and now George did.

“But you obviously like each other.” He folded his arms, blinking. “Leila, your talent is touch, just touch one of his belongings, see his memories.” My sense was touch, and it’s the most dangerous talent, and for some reason mine extends beyond normal capabilities. If I want to, I can see someone’s memories, even if they’re living, by touching one of their belongings. But no. I respect boundaries.

“No. I wouldn’t do that to anyone, I’m not intrusive.”

“George, we don’t like each other. I love her like she’s my best friend, almost a sister, but nothing more.” We both went our separate ways, but what Lockwood said kind of hurt me.

His best friend. Almost a sister.

I guess that’s what I was to him.

“Anyway, I’m gonna have to cancel on the pizza. There’s some research I need to do. Is that ok, Leila?”

I nodded, fighting back the visible despair. “Yeah, sure. I’ll go on a walk myself.” I pulled on my jacket, clipping my rapier to my belt and leaving the house to go on a quick walk.

“Hey, Leilani Carson, isn’t it?” I turned to see Quill Kipps, standing there nervously.

“Yeah. What d’you want, Kipps?” I asked more with more hostility than I’d usually use to ask someone a question.

“I was in the area, and I saw you were lonely and could use some company. You know, just as someone to talk to.” I’d known Quill Kipps since a young age. And I knew as much as he could be rude and stuck up, he could be genuine. Perhaps he was just being genuine.

“Sure, I’d like that.” We started walking side by side together, and the first thing I heard nearly made me have a heart attack.

“I’m sorry for any anger I may have caused you ever since we met. It isn’t justified, especially if it’s how Tony and I had disagreements.” He looked solemn, and I knew that this was genuine, because it was clear. If Kipps could be anything, it’s a window. You can see through him clearly.

“I mean, you’re not the first person to dislike Lockwood. You just prove it every time you see him.” I shrugged. “He’s temperamental, so I don’t blame you. One second he thinks the world of you and the next you’re just a sister to him or he hates you with a burning passion.”

“Did he do that to you?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh… I’m really sorry. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“Do I not?”

“No. You’re a good person-”

“There are lurkers on either side of us.” I warned, taking out my rapier and spare flares. Kipps did the same, both of us going back to back.

“Lucky we both came out here together, eh?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We’d finished off the lurkers, plus a couple of shadow phantoms, and Kipps offered to drop me home. I reached the door after a lengthy conversation about what we liked and our hobbies, how we ended up where we are, so I realised that he really wasn’t that bad. Kipps wasn’t as bad a person as Lockwood painted him to be.

“Thank you, Kipps, I really had a lot of fun today.” I smiled, standing on my tiptoes and pecking him on the cheek. Ascending up the steps, my hand was on the doorknob when Kipps called out again.

“Leila!” I turned around, bemused, “Would you fancy going out for a coffee tomorrow morning?”

I grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Kipps, I-“

“Am not interested.” Lockwood had opened the door, standing there with his jaw ticked and physicality set in an intimidating way. “I’m dreadfully sorry, Kipps, but you’re not bagging my colleague for your private collection of gems. Terrible day to you.” He pulled me inside and shut the door, turning to me, livid. “What were you doing with Quill bloody Kipps?”

“Oh, I dunno, having fun? I was alone, he was alone, we were walking and talking together! We also had to fight off lurkers and shadow phantoms, so I’m glad he was with me!” I retorted, hanging up my jacket and putting my rapier back. “And what the hell was that for?! ‘Bagging my colleague’?! ‘Private collection of gems’?!”

“Kipps isn’t someone you should trust. He could be using you.”

“If Kipps is one thing you aren’t, Anthony bloody Lockwood, then it’s easy to read!” I yelled, storming into the living room with him after me. “He was genuinely interested in me, and I wanted to go out to have coffee with him!”

“You don’t know him like I know him!”

“I know him better than you know him!” I yelled, our voices rising. “Not everyone is who you think they are! Sometimes you don’t know them well enough to judge! You think Kipps is some stuck up idiot but he’s not, he’s just a person who you both severely dislike! You think I’m a sweet girl who’s your best friend, who will forever remain your colleague, but guess what?! I’m not sweet! I can be really salty if I want to and you do NOT want to see that side of me! And you, Anthony Lockwood, I don’t even know where to start! You think yourself a glorified hero but you’re just-“ I was cut off by Lockwood’s lips on mine, my breath cut off until he detached from me, tongue darting out to lick his lips quickly.

“Hopelessly in love with you. That’s what I am. And I know that you may think of me as so many things, but-“ I grabbed his tie, pulling him in again, his hands reacting in less than a second and resting on my waist. My arms wrapped against his neck, both of our lips moving fast in response to our adrenaline. I felt my back collide with the wall, my hand reaching down to undo his tie and chuck it aside while he quickly undid his shirt buttons, taking it off and laying me on the sofa, starting to press light kisses to my neck.

“Do you want to still go for coffee with Kipps?” He asked, grinning.

“Hell no. This is much better.”

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