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rafedaddy01 · 1 month

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An: this is inspired by a TikTok I saw. Yes the TikTok was a passage from a smut book. I’m not taking credit for this idea! It just simply sparked my own twist on it. I’m not sure what the book was called, it wasn’t on the TikTok, but I remember the scenario and thought I’d share it with you guys

You were trying to make topper jealous. Ever since he broke up with you for your best friend Sarah you weren’t the same. And what better way to get back at the both of them than to date Rafe, toppers bestfriend and Sarah’s brother.

Although date would be a strong word to use. You utterly despised the man and he you, so the two of you came to an agreement. He also had his issues towards topper and Sarah so the two of you decided to fake date.

The deal was that while you were out in public you’d be the lovey dovey, perfect couple. And it worked. For the most part.

When the two of you were in private the bickering never stopped.

Tonight was another typical Friday night kook party, it had only been a week since topper dumped you and 3 days since you and Rafe came out as a ‘couple’.

“Just put your arm around me” you whispered, frustrated, as you sat in Rafes lap. He rolled his eyes but obliged. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. Your breath hitched.

You didn’t really despise Rafe as much as you showed him. In reality the only reason you started dating topper was to get to Rafe, but topper ended up being sweet and you fell for him and now you lost him.

“Quick, pretend I said something cute” you plaster on a smile and wrap your arms around Rafes neck, leaning in closer. “What?” He scoffs. “Do it!” You say through gritted teeth as you slyly nod your head in the direction of topper and Sarah.

Rafe smiles and leans closer, lips almost touching yours. Your breath catches as you feel the warmth of his breath fan your skin. “What’s wrong princess? This too much for you” he smirks as he notices your breathing getting uneven. “Not at all” you pull yourself together and mash your lips on his, moving your hips a little, subconsciously grinding on his lap.

Rafe freezes for a minute before kissing you back. The two of you get caught up in the moment before a throat clears behind you.

You pull away and look into each others eyes but someone speaks up and ruins the intimate moment.

“What are you two doing” you turn your head and spot Sarah and topper cozied up on the couch with kelce to their right lighting up a blunt. “When did you two become a thing” Sarah’s disgust is clear on her face almost as much as toppers anger is.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business” you fake a smile at the couple before turning yourself around and getting off Rafes lap, only for him to tug you back by the waist. So now your sitting facing the group, Rafes thigh in between your legs, pressed right on your clit.

“I was just waiting for this Jackass to dump her so I could have her all to myself, right baby?” Rafe glares at topper.

You never knew what they had between them, Rafe never shared that with you and whenever you tried bringing it up he simply shut you down.

“Right daddy” you drag out the last word as you turn your head and pull Rafes face towards yours. Your lips crashing over each other.

You pull away and smile, Rafes eyes scan over your face. Searching your eyes for something until he clears his throat and sits back.

You relax in his lap as the night goes on. A couple drinks in and a little buzzed from the blunt that was passed around the small group forming in the living room. Topper and Sarah were still on the couch. You’d catch toppers eyes in your direction a couple times but you tried to ignore it, not showing him how desperately you wanted him.

As everyone around you started chatting you felt Rafes hands move to your hips. He started slowly moving you back and forth as his leg lightly shook underneath you.

Your glossy eyes shot opened. “Rafe!” You turned your head in his direction, meeting his clear blue eyes. “What princess” he said the last word a little sternly and that’s all you needed to know that you had eyes on you. “Can I not have some fun with my girl” one of Rafes hands moved to your bare thigh, lifting the material of your skirt up and inch as he drew shapes on the bare skin.

You hated to admit it but you were soaked. You took control of your own body as you tried to casually grind down on his leg. Rubbing your clit over his muscular thigh and putting just the right amount of pressure to make a small whimper come out your mouth.

Rafe pushed your hair off your shoulder before you felt his breath against your ear. “Your such a good fucking girl.” The praise he gives you encourages you more and you forget that your supposed to be making topper jealous. Savoring the moment you start grinding harder, everybody’s in their own world either too high or drunk to notice you pathetically getting off on Rafes thigh. “I knew you would be” Rafes hot breath hits your neck before he’d kissing and sucking and that sends you into a spiral, orgasm hitting you like a truck. “She ever moan for you like that top?”

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fandomnerd9602 · 29 days

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On a Whim

Fem!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Y/N POV:

A toaster. You were dumped for a toaster. That’s what you kept saying as you drank your coffee in the Moondance Diner. Your best friend Harley Keener was consoling you.

“I’m sorry you had to go thru that” Harley gave you a pat on the back, “but you’re a Stark! You can have any gal you want”

“I’d rather have a quality girl like-” you teared up a little just about to say her name. Harley hugs you tight.

“You gotta get back out there”

“I do?”

He reassures you, “yeah. In fact I dare you to ask out the next girl our age that you see.”

Was it some sort of fate, or divine conspiracy? Because it just happened that your best friend and fellow Avenger in training Petra Parker approached your table in her waitress outfit.

“Hey Harley, Stark, what can I order for you?” she gave you one of her thousand watt smile. The kind that always seemed to make a hard day training feel better. And then you blurted out something. Something you don’t know where it came from, it just spilled out.

“Will you marry me?”

Petra’s POV

She wasn’t supposed to be there for a shift at Moondance Diner. She was supposed to be out on a date with Laslo Allen. But he stood her up. Apparently he got too tired of her running late for dates, completely unaware that she was the Spectacular Spider Girl.

So with a broken heart, she accepted an extra shift at the diner. A bit of extra cash and something to distract her mind.

Luckily as she was in the middle of her shift, she saw you and Harley in one of the booths, sipping your coffees.

“I’ll take care of table five, Betty” Petra smiled at her coworker before heading to your table.

“Hey Harley. Stark, what can I get for you?” She flashed her smile at you.

“Will you marry me?” you asked her. Petra’s heart stopped and then fluttered. You were one of her best friends. Sure yeah you were the heir to the Stark family and a fellow teammate, but she always felt that she could talk with you, tell you whatever was bothering her. It felt real to be with you. There was already an intimacy there that she couldn’t have with anyone else. Petra couldn’t help but smile.

Y/N POV:

You were at a loss for words. Did you really just blurt out a proposal to your best friend?! The silence was deafening. Harley looked at you with a mix of shock and surprising support.

“I-I mean it doesn’t have to be like right now” you stuttered. You didn’t exactly inherit your father’s smooth talking ways. “It can be like a couple months or a year down the-”

“Yes” Petra whispered back. A small giggle escaped her lips, “yes! Yes!!”

She dropped her little notepad and pencil and jumped into your lap. How could something feel so right? Her arms were wrapped around your neck, her infectious laugh was so amazing. You held her tight.

And then she began kissing you. The sparks, the way her lips clicked perfectly against yours. You gently took a hold of her waist and held her tight in your lap, deepening the kiss.

Harley tore a napkin to pieces and threw it up like some sort of makeshift confetti. “Congrats!” he said, “I call dibs on being best man”

Petra’s POV:

She swung thru the city later that day, landing on the rooftop of her and May’s apartment. She was giddy and yet a little scared too. You and her were still seniors in high school and here she was having accepted a marriage proposal. Honestly it made her more giddy.

She crawled into the apartment thru the living room window and came face to face with Aunt May, Tony Stark, and you.

“I suppose congrats are in order” May said with her arms crossed.

“A marriage proposal? Really you two?” Tony asked.

“I’m not doing any better than her” you smiled at Petra, you walked over and took her hand. “she’s it, Dad. The most amazing girl in the whole world”

“But you’re in high school!” May countered.

“Aunt May, I didn’t say we were tying the knot today” Petra spoke up.

“But marriage that’s so reckless” Tony said but then he teared up. “Reckless? Without a care? I’m so proud of you, Y/N! You are my kid!”

Aunt May smacked Tony upside the head for that one. May approached her niece and Y/N. A small smile made its way across her aunt’s face.

“Promise you’ll finish high school?” May asked.

Petra couldn’t help but smile, “I’ll finish high school first.”

You take her hand gently, “And I’ll never leave your side”

Tony just gave a little approving smirk. He tossed a little ring over to the two of you. The one that he found you picking out after Petra went out on patrol. You slid the beautiful yet humble engagement ring on Petra’s waiting finger. She couldn’t help but cry tear of joy and kiss you again

You and Petra spent the rest of senior year studying for your exams, fighting crime and occasionally planning your nuptials. The girl who broke your heart faded in your mind, as much as Lazlo faded from Petra’s. The two of you spent time getting to know one another and grow together as best friends turned lovers. And of course, Tony was more than happy to flip the bill. Even bought you a property in Queens. A reflex he says, but he just wanted to make sure you and Petra were happy.

A funny way to tell your kids how you and Petra ended up marrying one another. But little Richard and May love hearing it. As for the Avenger side of things, the Spectacular Spider Girl and the Iron Knight still make quite an amazing team

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cas-skz · 1 year

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SUNDAY BAKING

Your husband keeps distracting you while you bake and things heat up in the kitchen

| non idol au | married au |

18+plz&thnx!! MDNI

Warnings: lots of smut. choking, flip from dom & sub (m &f) rope play. chocking. unprotected sex. creampie. pet names (good boy, boss, princess). pregnancy mentions.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

writers note: ok but imagine being newly married and he can’t keep his hands off you. thats where this came from.

Enjoy cas xx

“Oh, I’m being a pain?” Wooyoung laughed, eyeing you up from behind the news paper he was reading.

“Yes. I just need you to tell me which is better, the vanilla raspberry cake or the chocolate coconut cake. They can’t tie!” You groan, poking at the two pieces of cake on the counter.

You had spent the last few weeks working on a cake for your best friends birthday, and getting the right flavour down was becoming a struggle.

Woo joined you at the counter, taking a couple more bites of each cake before tapping the fork off his chin in thought.

“Well…” you asked eagerly, chewing at your lip.

“Just like you, they are both perfect.” Woo kissed you lips gently to stop you from puncturing a hole through your lip. “But I like the chocolate coconut more.”

You patted his chest a few times, “was that so hard.”

Woo rolled his eyes at you, spinning around to wrap his arms around your waist, his semi firm cock pressed against your ass. “It was torture.” He said into your ear, his warm breath and closeness giving you goosebumps.

You felt your clit twitch with excitement as his lips met with your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin.

“No. No! I need to get this done.” You whined, shoving him back gently.

Woo pulled you with him as he sat back on the chair, setting you on his lip as his lips found yours. His hand ran up your thigh, under your Panama shorts. “I can be quick.”

You laughed again his lips, “don’t make me do it.” You say, placing another kiss on his lips before jumping off his lap.

He was right behind you, taking his previous position behind you, his hips grinding into you. “What if I want you too?”

You tried to ignore him and start the cake batters, but he wouldn’t peel himself off. His lips worked at your neck, sucking and biting the skin hard enough to leave a couple of hickies.

His hand ran over your clothes clit, adding a few little rubs. “Woo!” You groaned in frustration, accidentally dumping in an extra cup of flour.

You peeled him off you again, pointing towards the chair. “Down.” You ordered, quickly crawling up to the cub boards above the fridge and grabbing some black rope.

Woo rolled his eyes, a small smile pulling at his lips. “What? I wasn’t that bad.” He protested, though his body knew exactly where to go.

“Messed up the recipe though.” You said, sticking your tongue out at him as you tied his wrists through the back of the chair.

You smirked down at him, undoing the zipper and button of his pants. “So you don’t get too uncomfortable.” Being the tease you were, you tossed off your pj shorts, exposing your lower half.

“Now. Be a good boy and don’t make me have to hide that pretty little mouth of yours.”

You placed a kiss on his lips, turning to go back to your baking. You quickly fixed the mistake that happened, smiling to yourself as it was something so little to get cranky about, but you liked driving him crazy.

You made sure to give him a little show as you gathered and added ingredients, “shoot, if only you weren’t tied up. I need something from way up there.” You jokingly pout, clearing a spot so you could climb up.

Woo made a quiet whining sound as you spread your legs apart, grabbing what you needed before pretending to drop it. “Oops.” You say, leaning forward, your wet pussy on display for him.

You looked back at him, wiggling your butt a bit. “Something wrong babe?”

He shook his head no, but pointed to pants. “Can I get rid of these?” He asks, “please.”

You slid off the counter, slowly strutting to Woo. “What? Didn’t undo them enough the first time?” You tilt your head to one side, pushing your tongue into your cheek before helping tug his pants to his ankles so he could kick them off. “Now, no more out of you.”

It was torture for you to keep teasing him. Your pussy had been begging to be filled all morning, but you were to busy with the test cakes.

You finished up quickly and divided the batter before popping them in the oven, your cunt on full display again. You put on the timer and threw off your apron, leaving you in just a small lace bralette.

“See baby, was that so hard?” You ask as you turn your attention to Woo, who’s cock stood at attention, pre cum leaking from the tip.

Woo’s cock twitched as you climbed onto his lap. Before you sat, you took his cock in your hand and slowly pushed it inside you, a soft moan escaping both your lips.

You settled in his lap, clenching your warm walls around his thick length. “Does my good boy deserve to get fucked?” You question, grinding your hips ever so slowly. “Or should I just sit here until the cakes are done?”

You couldn’t help yourself as your body started to bounce a bit, feeling finally somewhat satisfied.

Woo let out a soft groan, his wrists tugging at the ropes on the chair as you slowly came to a stop, locking eyes with him. “I guess that’s up to you baby girl.” He hummed, smirking up at you. “Seems like you don’t want to wait.”

And you didn’t. Having him just inside you felt so good, but you wanted more. His hips thrusted up, bringing you out of thought as he hit your g-spot. Your hand wrapped around his neck, giving a gentle squeeze. “Be good.” You ordered, starting to bounce your hips.

Your hands slid to the back of his neck as you pressed your lips into his, kissing roughly. You switched between different rhythmic motions. You rose your body and teased the tip of his cock, your ass shaking as Woo cursed your name.

“Such a good boy.” You whispered, lowering yourself back down as you felt your peak rapidly approaching. You leaned back a bit as you hit top speed, one of your hands digging into his chest as you kept your eyes on him.

Your legs started to shake as your peak hit, your walls clenching tightly around Woo’s cock. “Need…to cum.” He moaned, his body stiffening against the chair.

You leaned in close, his cock hitting perfectly as you kept a fast pace. “Cum with me.” You moaned, leaning against his chest as his lips found yours, kissing you deeply as your hips came to a stop and Woo emptied his load.

Woo thrusted a few last times, your contracting walls hugging tightly as his twitching cock as you peaked together. “Don’t stop princess. You feel too good.” He moaned.

The pet name made you flip into little mode, a small whine escaping your lips as you buried your face in his neck. You leaned down a bit to pull the knot from rope holding Woo’s arms back.

He immediately took control, standing you both up and bending you over the table. He slapped your ass a few times before thrusting back into you, the sensation making you grip the table edge.

He thrusted deeply a few times, pulling out the combined juices from inside you. Woo balled his hand in your hair, guiding you to the ground as he shoved his length in your mouth, which you automatically started to suck.

“Pretty princess likes to be the boss sometimes, doesn’t she?” He asked, shoving himself inside your mouth until you gagged.

With his hand still in your hair, he positioned you back over the table, grabbing one of your arms and holding it behind you as he easily slid into your warmth.

He slammed hard a few times, making you squeeze your eyes shut. Woo leaned over you, making sure your arm wasn’t getting hurt as he started to thrust quickly, his lips right by your ear. “Who’s really in charge?”

You moaned and cursed loudly, your breathing fast and laboured, the whole table shook underneath you from the force he was using. You hit your second orgasm, much more intense than the first.

“Who’s the boss princess?” He asked, his powerful thrusts not letting up.

“You are.”

“Louder!”

“You are! You’re the boss!”

Woo slammed deep inside you as his cock started to twitch, filling you again with his pearly white cum. He slowly pulled out, a hiss and moan erupting from both of you.

“Fuck…” You moan, your body twitching as you felt Woo push the leaking cum back inside you. He teased your hole a few more times before slapping your ass hard.

“Cakes are done.” He smirked as the timer went off.

You peeled yourself off the table, giving him a quick kiss before washing your hands and pulling the cakes out.

Woo creeped up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and cupping your boobs. “Gotta keep these fellas safe.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, carefully taking the cakes out of the pans and placing them on cooling racks. “Perfect. Now I just need to wait for them to cool.”

Woo started playing with both your nipples, flicking and tugging on them from behind. “Shower? Gotta get you all cleaned up.”

You shook your head, pulling him along with you as you headed to the bathroom. “Hot bath.”

“With bubbles?” Woo chuckled

“Obviously!”

Woo filled the bathtub, adding a few different things from your basket of lush products. He climbed in and waited as you cleaned yourself up a bit, using a baby wipe to clean off your privates.

“Hey! Those are my kids your wiping away!”

You laughed, shaking your head as you looked over at Woo, who had made a beard with the bubbles.

“The father of my children.”

“You love me.”

“Yes I do, I love you very much.” You smiled, sitting down in the tub, tucked tightly in Woo’s arms.

“I love you too.” He said, pressing a kiss on the side of your temple.

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winchesterszvonecek · 4 months

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you got me flowers?

Will 🥺

Flowers - [ Will Halstead ]

Prompt: “You got me flowers?”

Word Count: 976

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

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It was like Will could sense when you’d had a bad day at work. That he had some sort of alarm go off in his head anytime you so much as felt a hint of stress or frustration. It’s what you loved about him. How caring he was. How he always went above and beyond to make sure your day ended better than how it had gone.

Maybe it was the doctor in him, you didn't know. All you knew was that you had struck gold in terms of the perfect guy and for as long as you both lived, you would never even think of anybody else but him.

You always looked forward to going home, more so now that you had someone waiting for you. Someone who loved you and would do anything to make sure you never forgot that. Some days Will wasn’t there because he was on shift, but even on those days he made sure to leave you a little something special to come home to. Something he knew would make you smile when he couldn’t himself.

However you knew he’d be home today. Waiting eagerly to make you feel better after your God awful day at work, one you were wanting to put behind you as quickly as possible.

The whole way up to your shared apartment you were twitching with excitement, trying your hardest to think of what it might be this time. What little thing he’d prepared for you or which item he bought that might make you smile and the second you unlocked the front door you simply dumped your bag on the floor and beelined for the living room.

Will was sitting on the couch, his back to you and the moment he sensed your presence he jumped. Literally. He was on his feet faster than you could blink, looking all embarrassed as he’d lost track of time and hadn’t finished preparing his surprise for you.

“You’re early.” He babbled out, scratching at the back of his head as you furrowed your brow a little, slowly making your way towards him.

“No I’m not.” You replied, rolling your lips a little as you couldn’t help but smile over his minor fluster. You folded your arms, taking another step forwards to feel your legs press against the back of the couch as you craned your neck to try and see what he was hiding behind his back. “Whatcha got there?”

“Nothing.” Will said casually, leaning his body parallel to yours to stop you from peeking, making you huff a little and pout dramatically. “It’s not ready yet.”

“Oh come on, just let me see.” You whined childishly, pouting again as you clasped your hands under your chin and batted your eyelashes at him. He never could say no when you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, something you abused greatly, and you could tell he was about to break. “Please?”

Sighing, Will ran his hand through his hair, mumbling a faint ‘fine’ which in turn enticed a quiet ‘yay’ to escape your lips in a way that made him smile, his heartwarming over just how downright adorable you got in these moments. He stepped aside, offering you a full view of the bouquet of flowers he had been trying to put together, most of which were still scattered across the coffee table and hadn’t made it into the vase yet.

“You got me flowers?” You said softly, your heart all but bursting in your chest as you rounded the couch, eyes never once leaving the colourful array covering the table.

“I was trying to make you one of those mixed bouquet things.” Will replied, gesturing to the mess behind him. “But it turns out that flower arranging is a lot harder than it looks.”

“Oh, Will.” You breathed out, feeling the slight warmth begin to form in your eyes as you subtly wiped at them.

You didn’t care if they were only flowers. Didn’t care that he’d bought you them plenty of times before. It was more the fact that he’d been trying to put together his own bouquet for you, that really got to you. He didn’t have to do that. He could have gotten a florist to do it, picked a premade one or even grabbed a small bunch from a stand on his way home from work.

But he hadn’t.

Instead he’d gone to all this trouble to, not only gather up all your favourite flowers in your favourite colours, you might add, but he’d spent what seemed to be hours trying to arrange them for you himself. And if that wasn’t love, then you didn't know what was.

“Baby?” Will stepped forward, taking your hand in his and drawing your teary attention away from the mess of flowers. He pulled you gently towards him, his free hand cupping the side of your face the second you were close enough. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect.” You whispered, voice a little shaky as you leaned into his touch. You turned your head a little, placing a soft kiss against the palm of his hand. “You’re perfect.”

“I take it you’re happy with the flowers?” He asked, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips as he brought you into his arms, allowing you to rest your head on his chest and feel the rhythmic beat of his heart beneath it.

“I’m more than happy.” You sighed contently, and honestly the flowers went forgotten the minute he encapsulated you in his warmth, feeling the touch of his lips atop your head as he kissed you.

You may have loved all the little things he did for you, but pretty much all of the time it was simply Will himself that was capable of making your day one hundred times better than you ever could have asked for.

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green-lotus · 2 years

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hi! could you do what splinter thinks of raph and reader's relationship, but more geared towards him bonding with reader?

Jesus that took me some time, i'm sorry for making you wait. But the whole thing evolved into something larger than I expected and I'm quite proud of it now so I didn't want to push myself and half-ass the final product. Enjoy!

Bonding with Splinter over your relationship with Raph

„My dear girl... Why don’t you lay down and have a rest, at least for a moment? You barely seem to be able to hold your head straight up”

Splinter. His voice was soft and slightly amused. You must have almost fallen off the couch a moment ago. Shleepishly batting your eyelids, your positioned yourself straight back up, trying to appear as dignified as possible.

„Oh, no offense, Splinter... But I’m not going anywhere until I see those knuckleheads coming in safely through that... Door” You gestured to the entrance area.

„I see” You were surprised, he gave up so easily on convincing you. Old rat stepped towards you, a warm smile spread on his snout. As you gathered the blanket around you, uncertain what to do now that you’ve been found, he stopped by your side and reached out his hand to lay on your arm.

„May this old rodent at least offer you some tea to brighten the waiting a bit?”

Oh.

„Well... If it’s not a problem... I’d love it. But no no”, you began picking yourself up, „I can make some for us both, if you want some”

Splinter shook his head beningly and signaled you to not get up. „No no my child, you sit, I wouldn’t dream of disturbing your ward. Please” His rat arm gently pushed you back down and in a strangely parental manner, put the blanket back onto your curled legs. „I’ll be right back. And i’m sure Leonardo will appreciate a warm cup as well once they’re back from their watch”

A smirk came onto your lips. „Yeah, he would. Donnie as well, just with lemon. And Raph would kill for a dark coffee with a whiskey shot, especially if it’s been raining tonight.” You smiled almost instantly as soon as you mentioned your precious, hulking turtle in red. And there was no way Splinter wasn’t noticing that. Fuck it, he already knew everything there was to know, and probably even more.

„Really?” You really couldn’t say if Splinter’s amazement was genuine or simply well – acted. „Well, I’ve been sure he’s been dumping something in his cup, but I wasn’t sure what it was, I must admit” You couldn’t not snort at the remark, and as your and Splinter's eyes met, you shared a warm smile.

„I’ll be back in a second, my dear. You just wait”

Unsure, you layed back against the couch and watched the giant rat stroll towards the kitchen.

It wasn’t the first nor second time you visited and spent the night in the lair, but it was definitely the first time you’ve been left alone in it with no one but Splinter to keep you company. Donnie suddenly picked up some strange signal from up above, supposedly about the Foot Clan, and despite your visit they all jumped onto the idea of heading out to an emergency patrol right this second. Raph was, truthfully, reluctant to leave your side even for an hour or so, but duty was calling and in the end, he wasn’t one to ignore it. So despite how badly he didn’t want to part during one of those sweet moments you were down there with his family he was always so longing for, he headed out as well after his brothers, promising he’ll be back with you before you even notice. Situation was apparently quite serious.

Too serious for you to be dragged along as you often were.

You definitely did notice Raph’s absence, and the more time passed, and the more painfully the hour turned into two and almost three, your mind and heart couldn’t keep still.

What if something happened?

To the boys, and worst, to your Raphael?

He told you as he was kissing your forehead goodbye you could just take a nap and he'll wake you up once he’s back, but like hell you were going to sleep when your turtle bros were sticking their necks out somewhere in the dark alleys of the city. So now, you were fighting off both weariness after the day and rising freezing cold anxiety in your gut, spread on the couch by the wall of the lair, wrapped in Raph’s massive, comfortingly soft blanket you two have been sleeping under every night you spent in the lair.

Until it turned out that despite Donnie’s reassurements, their dad, sensei or however the turtles felt like calling him at the given moment, wasn’t, in fact, dead asleep.

There wasn’t much that could actually happen to the turtles, they were practically bulletproof, but even so... Something still could. Even if a low – laying bunch of Foot marauders didn’t stand a chance against them.

„There’s our tea. This one’s yours. Careful, it’s hot”

Splinter definitely had a way of not announcing his presence whatsoever.

Heavenly smelling of pear, lemongrass, cinnamon and peach, a cup landed in your hand. Among everything else gathered in the lair, every piece of junk and reused, redesigned items, it looked weirdly out of place. A pretty white cup, adorned with most likely hand – painted blue flowers. Where did they even get it from

„Thank you...” You hesitated. „Actually. How... Should I call you? I don’t think your... turtle sons ever settled that with me”

At the mention of turtle sons, rat’s eyes flickered playfully.

„Oh, I think Splinter will be just fine. Unless you prefer terms your brothers use, but I didn’t assume you’d be comfortable with Dad or Sensei” He started laughing to himself.

You stared blankly into the liquid in the cup in your hand.

„Not yet”, you thought, but you bit the tip of your finger and let the not funniest of jokes slip to the back of your mind.

Splinter with utmost finesse lifted his cup and took a sip of his own tea, unmistakably white one, judging by the smell.

How the fuck did he know what tea you liked?

„I thought you’ll wondering where did I learn what tea you like”

Bitch.

„I’d assume Leo ratted me out”

„Hmm, not quite him but you’re close. It was your very own Raphael” He lifted his eyes from the cup, as if to check what kind of reaction mentioning your man’s name would bring.

Before you answered – you only now realised how much Splinter’s presence soothed you. You were all tense moments ago, but now your entire body was comfortably loose and relaxed, you have already forgotten how stressed you were in front of the man. Rat. And you have almost, but not quite forgotten what worried you so in the first place.

„My very own?” Absolutely certain now that Splinter’s shamelessly teasing you, you decided to play along with the joke.

„Well, seeing how much you and my son care about each other and how you always yearn for each other – there is no other way of saying it.”

A warming feeling was blooming inside you and a smile was slowly creeping onto your lips, but you didn’t lose your composure.

„Please, you’re embarassing me. That’s your son we're talking about.”

Splinter said nothing more, only smiled and took another sip of his tea. You followed suit.

Three hours. Motherfuckers.

He was making you wait.

He promised never to do that. He promised he would either include you in everything he & his brothers do, if it wasn’t too dangerous, or he would always keep you updated on everything, he won’t be leaving you uncertain of what’s happening to them. And Raph was a man of his word.

First, because you always made him aware of how much concern you had for their safety, and secondly – maybe even more importantly – because you were not the type of woman to endlessly wait for your man while drowning in doubts and tears.

Now selfish as it may sound, even your pride was being wounded.

You have only seen Raphael really hurt once, and it was enough for you. A dagger sticking out of his leg, blood dripping all over, even if the only thing left after that accident was another scar on his skin, it was enough for you.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer, and with a furious howl you rose to your feet, almost throwing the scrupulously brewed tea to the nearest wall.

You were expecting Splinter to be angry, but as you turned back to him, all his eyes looked at you with was concern and patience.

„My child”, he said calmly, placing his hand on yours. All this mischief and placidity he treates you with just so were gone. „Be calm. Your brothers will be back, unharmed. I know the feeling all too well, believe me; sitting out here, hidden from the world, as they venture into the night. But they always come back and I trust them to do so, don’t be scared”

„I’m gonna smash his teeth out once he returns. Making me fucking wait like that”

Being more than obvious who you meant, you were again surprised how Splinter didn’t say anything, but gazed at you with a warmth and understanding, nodding his grey head.

Guess it couldn’t hurt to say something else.

„Thanks... Splinter. I... I won’t take it if something happens to them. To Raph.” The rat only nodded with understanding. There wasn’t much else to be said.

Nervously tapping on the guardrail behind the couch, you were silent for a moment.

„Thank you. Sorry”

„My pleasure, my dear girl. Actually...”

He leaned against the couch, wiggling his tail on the ground, as if the words he intended to say escaped him, he was stroking his beard in thought. „... i’m the one who wanted to thank you”

Uhm?

You did suspect where what you just heard might be coming from, but even so,you wanted to hear it from the rat master himself.

„...what for?”

„Child, sit with me. Come”

So you did. And what you heard afterwards wasn’t entirely surprising, but it still blew your mind.

„I would be a fool not to notice the... effect your feelings have had on Raphael. My son... What can I possibly say... You must know how he is. What rages inside him, what fear hunts his mind. I always suspected that a gentle hand of a woman might help him when the time for that comes, but to see it with my own eyes... It’s a bliss any father dreams of, I imagine. You’ve done so much for him already, I hope you realise that... You must, you’re an exceptional girl, that much is clear to me.”

Splinter looked you straight in the eyes.

„I don’t mean to embarass you, don’t worry. I only mean to say... Thank you. I never thought my boys would be allowed that kind of experience... Feelings. I’m so very glad at least one of them found someone like you.”

Oh shit.

You had positively no idea how to answer this – but the silence that fell between you and Splinter and look in your eyes was enough of an answer. You knew he knew, and he knew you knew.

Thinking about a suitable, more elaborate response to give, to pour all your feelings into words – you simply reached out and placed your hand on Splinter’s.

„You’re welcome... old rat. Truly no need to thank me. I love this shelled moron just as much... or even more than you do. No offense”

The pipe in the water slide began pounding from the inside, and distant, muffles voices came to your ears.

Your heart skipped a beat.

You sprung from the couch and ran to the slide as four turtles, triumphantly yelling, came down from it, sending a fountain to the sides. Water splashing under your bare feet and your wet dress dragging behind you as you jumped down, you didn’t care. Pushing Mikey from the way, you threw yourself into Raph’s embrace, as soon as you felt his sweaty, animal smell mixed with the cologne he was using, all your fears vanished.

„Girl!” Raph lifted you with one hand, rushing the other through your uncombed hair. „Hey, i’m back, all good! Like I promised!” I’m so sorry i didn’t text ya, we had our hands busy with those Foot tail-ends, oh, it was unbelievable! Lemme...”

He lifted you from the water and put you on the ground as he shook off water from himself.

„Hey don’t go too hard on him!” Leo suddenly shouted to you from behind, „He wanted to give you a call, I told him to wait till we come back!”Raph glanced at him with grateful look, and smiled to you in an apologetic manner.

„Yeah, that’s our fault for once, we were rushing back as soon as we could!” Donnie backed him up. Mikey jumped behind you.

„He was all tears, I’m telling you. „Guys, guys, stop, I gotta give [y/n] a call, my heart’s torn open until the moment I see her again””

Raph was all tense already wanting to silence him, but then he realised you were silent all this time, staring at him.

„What’s wrong baby?” He stood by your side and hunched over to be closer to your face. His voice was heavenly soothing and intoxicating, as always, every single time.

„I was fucking worried about you all, that’s what’s up. You fucking idiot.”

„Hey. I’m... Sorry. Really. But we’re alright, nothing happened to anyone... Those Feet though!”

„You promised, Raphael” He sighed.

„I know.” He took your hand and gently placed a kiss on your palm. „Not gonna happen again”

You wished you could stay angry at him. But you couldn’t. You let go and burrowed into his embrace, sinking in his smell, his touch, everything he was.

„You’re coming with me now, sai master, you’ll tell me everything but do i need you all for myself... for a moment”

„Yes ma’am”

The lair was in a cheerful squabble again. Leo and Donnie, murmuring something to each other followed to the lab, Mikey was being rushed to the kitchen by Splinter to put a pot for the tea for everyone on fire, music went out loud in the air on as soon as he entered there. The rat smiled at you from the distance, watching you and Raph joyfully clinging to each other, and so did you.

You knew he knew, he knew you knew.

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-Flood me like Atlantic-

Chapter 8

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: cursing, talks of injury, talks of homelessness, there’s a general 18+ content warning for this entire series and it does get a tiny bit interesting at the end here. Yearning Vessel gets his own warning.

“I got you a present.”

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

The little girl smiled, raking up a fistful of sand.

“It’s a surprise, silly.” She said. The breeze was blowing her hair, and Vessel smiled as she pulled it out of her sweet little eyes. “For your birthday.”

He remembers the smell of the ocean, the sound of the grey waves crashing on the shore. He remembers sitting there for hours with her, watching the tide come in as the sun made its journey behind the clouds.

He chuckled. “Aw heck, you didn’t have to do that.” There was a big smile creeping up on his face. “…Do I get a hint?”

“Well, mom paid for it, but I picked it out.” She said, yanking up a few pieces of grass poking through the grout. “and no.” She made a zipper across her mouth, beaming up at him with specks of sand scattered on her pink cheeks. “My lips are sealed!”

“Hey, Vessel.”

Vessel looks up from the pan he’s scrubbing, turning on the faucet to rid it of the suds. The water soaks into the cuffs of his hoodie.

“Hm?”

IV stands beside him casually, shrugging the leather jacket he performed in over his good shoulder.

“I’m heading into town. Anything I can get for you?”

Vessel sets the pan down on the drying rack, hands spidering a little desperately over the pile of dirty dishes in search of his next target. “Oh, no thanks,” he says, blinking at the guitarist’s reflection in the window then immediately looking down when his is in the pane too. He still looks tired, eyes bloodshot and hollow. Almost like he’d been nearly sacrificed and since possessed by an anonymous deity.

“You uh, driving?” He asks, glancing over at the man’s broken arm. An unprecedented wave of guilt comes over him, and he swipes his nose on his shoulder with a sniff. The sunlight is pouring in through the dusty window and it makes eye contact feel doubly impossible. But IV just shrugs, stuffing his hand in his jean pocket and shuffling a ring of keys.

“Aye, I’m the only one up here with a license. But I don’t mind, going to the grocery is pretty much a special interest at this point. You sure I can’t get you anything? Swing by your house for some clothes?”

It amuses Vessel that there’s an unspoken understanding that he’s staying. It would be sweet, if there wasn’t also the underlying idea that he doesn’t actually have a choice. But then again, he doesn’t have anywhere else that he should be, much less a house. He wonders if they can tell. If the inability to pay another night's rent at that damn motel is as plain as the bandage on his face. God, he wants his keyboard.

Out of anything in the world, he’d take those keys under his fingers.

“I’m fine, honestly. I can take a cab to the motel lat-“

“You’re staying in a motel?”

A horrendous blush creeps up his neck, and he dumps a plate on the rack hard enough to make him wince. “I’m… temporarily a bit displaced?”

There’s not a whole lot to read on IV’s face. He just absorbs information, then says some contemplated thing in return. But out of pity or surprise, there’s something closer to concern in his eyes.

“…You got a job, mate?”

There’s a silence longer than III’s fucking legs, and maybe twice as insufferable as the man himself. Even now Vessel can hear him in the next room, quietly muttering over his collection of herbs and spell-making equipment in an attempt to guard against whatever “bullshit the cat dragged in.” II is watching the tv, sipping a soda and giggling at whatever's on the discovery channel.

Vessel’s big eyes finally gather the strength to look up in the window, mouth twitching as he meets IV’s own.

“…I sing.”

And that’s what he does.

That’s how that day passes, and the next, and the next… at first, he’s nervous. Just settles on the edge of the couch to watch the three of them take positions, falling into the flow of practice as easy as a stream into the sea. II looks about as at home behind his drum set as a tree in the woods. Vessel has never seen so much cohesion between a person and their instrument, and it fills his gut with an almost jealousy, seeing something so flawless performed with such ease.

IV forgoes his guitar, obviously. But he still brings a lot to the performance by presence and a few vocals alone. II wasn’t kidding when he said the man could scream. The sound scratches Vessel's ears so gorgeously, he could legitimately start crying.

And then there’s III.

He stands front and center, that same flowery jacket on his shoulders. He looks concentrated. In tune. And yet there’s an ease that rolls off of him so fabulously it can’t help but feel like a subtle challenge.

Vessel watches his fingers move over the strings, rings glinting in the grey-ish light of the foggy forest.

And he feels… something.

He watches them play for an hour before II begs him to join. There’s something in those blue eyes that is undeniable, no matter how out of place he feels. And soon there is a mic stand in front of him, adjusted about three levels higher than he found it.

“Bring Me to Life.” III mutters. And without a piano, the first sounds are nothing but a few chords plucked by his nimble fingers.

The challenge is no longer subtle.

Vessel rocks on his heels, fingers splaying delicately down the side of the mic stand before gripping it low and still for his mouth to caress.

“How can you see into my eyes…”

A very quiet “oh hooo” of impending excitement comes from somewhere behind the drum set, and Vessel smiles.

“…like open doors?”

IV’s screams of “I can’t wake up” ring in all of their ears for several days, so intense it’d be funny if not so impressive. They played for hours that day, only pausing to brew a few cups of III’s jasmine rose tea. II was right; it tasted like ass. And yet in that room, sweaty from pouring his soul into a mic and surrounded by those three, passionate freaks of the industry, he realized he was almost happy. His smile, for the first time in years, wasn’t something he willed onto his face. And if he could hang on forever to the feeling of discovering a smile instead of creating it he would.

II tells him goodnight without any prompting. Just smiles at him, and says it as easy as breathing, before heading off into one of three doors lining the hallway.

IV likes him too. He gets a few changes of clothes and a brand new toothbrush from him, and even shares an intelligent conversation about guitars once Vessel mentions that he likes to play, too. Most of his feeling is in his eyes, he’s realized. They have a way of sparkling and harboring what might be big smiles in another case when he’s intrigued or at peace. The only person who gets him to really smile, is II; When the drummer is curled up in a tiny ball on the couch with his cup of “tea” or going absolutely manic on the drums, closing his eyes and getting carried off in the rhythm.

Even III smiles then.

But not once has he ever smiled at Vessel.

Vessel goes to sleep one night, thinking about it.

What would it feel like to have III’s approval? It’s clear at this point that he’ll never make the guy happy. He resents him too much for that. And yet, he did save his life. Shouldn’t that be good enough?

Vessel doesn’t like him very much, he’s decided. Especially when after belting his heart out at the man’s command he doesn’t even get a “well done”, or a “thank you” when Vessel made a mug of that nasty fucking tea and brought it to him after practice. He just nods his head and half-way looks at him; because at the end of the day, Vessel isn’t worth his attention.

And it makes his face red as a beet.

The moon is pouring in through the window. It’s been a week since it was full, and lighting up the forest outside with him in it. The cuts on his belly seem to be healing well, and he’s planning to take the bandage off his head tomorrow and see what the hell that’s all about.

Why won’t III approve of him?

He turns over on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

“You really are amazing.” II’s voice echoes in his head from earlier in the day, when he was cutting up some apples in the kitchen. “We’re all lucky bastards to have a singer like you messing around with us. Talk to III, we’ve got a gig coming up next week and I don’t know if we’d be half as good without ya!”

His eyes flutter as the darkness becomes staticy, rimmed on the left by faint moonlight and quiet as a grave with the whole house asleep. He thinks about II’s words. Is he in a band? If not, what’s he been doing up here all this time?

He’s not sure he can look at another crowd. Another waiting, patient collection of faces staring at his own until he does something impressive. Until the night goes on and terrible things have a chance to happen.

He shudders hard and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Can he sing for people?

For me.

A voice speaks somewhere between his mind and his eyelids.

Sing for me.

“I can scream loud enough, for you.” His mouth wraps around the words, muttering them softly with hardly a sound. His tongue darts out on his lip.

He really does love singing with bass.

His hand slips under his hoodie, spreading delicately over the bandages decorating him. His fingers are cold against his hot skin, searing between the pieces of himself and what III taped to him. It doesn’t hurt so bad anymore.

His fingers travel down, grazing softly over the faintest of trails till they touch the band of III’s sweatpants.

God, he’s annoyed. He’s a good singer. Why isn’t he good enough for everyone? Why doesn’t that prick of a bassist say thank you when he makes him tea?

“I can scream loud enough...”

His fingertips push past the elastic, the slightest of tremors in his big hands for no reason he feels like guessing. He didn’t realize until right now how aroused he is by nothing in particular. It’s simply been too long, he thinks. Too long since he created release for all the sounds in his mind.

“…for you.”

For me.

“…Yes.”

After only a few minutes his eyes shoot wide open, full of pleading and hate as he cups a hand over his mouth and bites down hard enough to muffle a scream.

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anxieteeeaa · 1 year

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ＡＮＩＭＡＬＳ Pt. 2

WARNINGS: psychopathic tendencies, yandere!harry, psycho!harry, stockholm!syndrome, knife play, adrenaline rush, blood, condescension, degradation, sexual content, drug abuse, forced sex, orgasms, etc. ****IF YOU ARE NOT COMFY WITH THIS PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS!!!******

It was all going so well. At least, that’s what Harry made her believe. He would bathe, her feed her, clothe her, make her cum, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear as he promised to take care of her the rest of his life.

At least until she pushed him to the verge of murder. Which would be soon, he knew it was coming soon.

That’s how all the other girls acted when things were going well.

She wasn’t his first, but she definitely wasn’t going to be his last.

“It’s alright doll.” He sighed as he positioned her into a chokehold. “I got you. I’m always gonna be here to take care of you.” He pressed several kisses to her head and smiled at the tears that streamed down her face. “You know, crying looks ugly on you. You used to do it so much before you realized how much you need me.” He pointed out.

“Before you realized how much you love me.” Self defense classes would definitely be helpful right now. But of course her uptight family didn’t think such “rambunctious activities were necessary.”

“Let me go. I hate you.” She choked out through a sob as she tried to kick and scream. She mustered all the strength that she had left in her, but she knew she wouldn’t win.

“Shhhhh. It’s okay doll. It’s all gonna be okay. I’ll get you home. And we’ll get all nice and clean.” He whispered in a soothing voice as he reached into his coat pocket with his free hand and grabbed the syringe before removing the cap and slowly injecting it into her neck.

Hush little baby don’t say a word,

Harry’s gonna make sure your

screams aren’t heard

Her body fell limp in his arms and he continued his version of the lullaby.

And if the baby starts to cry

Harry’s just gonna make sure that she dies.

He scooped her body up and carried her back to a bench, pulling out his phone he made a quick call while he sat her limp body down.

“Hey it’s me. Need you to come pick me up.” He called in a favor from a friend, knowing they’d have to listen or they’d be fucked.

Everyone knows not to mess with Harry or get on his bad side.

Everyone.

A few moments later a car arrived, Harry dumped her body in the backseat and hopped in before shutting the door.

“Take us home. I don’t have time for any fucking games either. So make it quick or I’ll blow your brain out and shove you in a suitcase.” He spat.

Moments later Harry was in the comfort of his own home. The living room reeked of blood and tobacco.

Carrying her limp body to her “bedroom” he laid her body on the mattress, covered her with the thin blanket and locked her wrists and ankles to each end of of the bed post. “ You’re gonna be the death of me.” He whispered as he stroked her soft cheek. “Just wait until i’m done with you.” Covering her mouth with tape, he glanced at her appearance one last time before going to the living room to clean up his mess.

He sat on the couch and bandaged his cuts and bruises he had made to show what would he would do to himself if she left him. He wanted her to know that she belonged here. Only he could take care of her and make her feel good.

Harry spent a good two hours scrubbing, mopping and wiping down the living room and hallway. The house smelled like fresh pine sol with a small hint of the fresh tobacco he burned.

Harry decided to freshen up and take a shower, he knew he would feel better once his sacrifice of blood was washed away. He knew his doll wasn’t as appreciative and grateful of him as she should be. But she’ll understand sooner or later, she needs him.

Standing in the boiling hot water, he turned it up even more to make sure he could feel his skin burning. It was the only way he could really feel something.

Washing away his blood, sweat and anger. He cleansed his body and scrubbed at his skin until his entire body turned a dark shade of pink.

He wanted to be squeaky clean when she woke up. He wanted to be prepared.

Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped himself in a towel and headed into his room to change.

Everything in his room was of Y/n. The sheets, the ones that she gave away once she graduated. The curtains, donated by her mother, the dresser, built by her father’s company, the lamps, gift of her grandmother’s.

Everything had to remind him of her. Let alone be a piece of her.

His clothes were neatly organized alphabetically and by color. He could have it no other way. One mistake and he’d rip the drawer apart and smash his fists into it until his fingers were soaked with blood.

He changed into a black t-shirt and shorts with black socks of course to match before heading into Y/n’s room.

He knew she would be sedated for a while, but he didn’t mind. He liked watching her sleep.

And that’s what he intended to do.

He made himself comfortable in the rocking chair as he began to sing

Hush little baby don’t say a word

Harry’s gonna make sure your

screams aren’t heard

Her body ached.

Her throat was sore, her head was spinning and she just wanted to take a minute to breathe.

“Glad to see you’re up doll.” Harry spoke from his seated position in the rocking chair. “ You’ve been out for 15 hours, 36 minutes and…” he checked his watch “22 seconds” He grinned. “ But it’s okay, i’ve kept you company this whole time.”

He slowly walked over to her and admire her stiff yet limp figure. “ You’re gorgeous when you aren’t putting up a fight or screaming at me.” He beamed as he moved a strand of hair away from her face. She flinched but it didn’t feel like her body was moving at all.

She tried to move her limbs and torso yet failed.

“S’alright love. No need to panic. Doped you up so good only those pretty little lips of yours can move when they’re wrapped around my cock.” He grinned.

“Let me go.” She spit as she tried to break free, but of course she ultimately failed. After several attempts of huffing and puffing she gave up.

“I wanna go home.” She pleased. “Please I’ll do anything.”

“Silly girl.” He cooed with a smirk. “You are home. This is Harry’s house. But now it’s your home too.” She sighed and gave up momentarily.

That’s not the answer she wanted to hear.

“I love when you submit to me.” He whispered in her ear as he stroked her cheekbone with his thumb. “You should know by now that you’re fine, and only mine. I promised I would take care of you and I can guarantee you as long as you obey me i’ll keep that promise.”

“I don’t care what your promises are, I just want to go home.”

His hand reached for her throat before he could even think, the air knocked out of her lungs within seconds.

“You know i’m getting real fucking tired of this attitude you have all of a sudden. I cook for you, I clean, I give you a free place to stay. And I sure as hell can make that pussy cum quicker than you or anybody else can.” He spit on her face and rubbed it in, causing her to whimper.

“I could’ve killed you like the others. But no, I’ve been nothing but nice to you. Talk back to me like that again and I’ll have you butchered and shipped to your parents doorstep.”

He shook her body with force, not knowing how strong he really is when he gets like this. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head due to lack of oxygen but he let her go before she could fully pass out.

“You’re pathetic. You should be used to be choking you by now.” He sighed as he began to pace. His back turned to her as he started mumbling hysterics.

“I just don’t understand it. You went from being scared, to being a cock-hungry whore that loved me. To being a bitch and trying to break my heart and leave.”

He turned and looked at her “Why’d you do it? Why’d you try and run from me? Do you want different snacks? Clothes? Soap?”

She didn’t know how to respond.

“I’ve given you everything! Everything you need, yet you still try and run away from my love.”

Her head was spinning. She’s seen this side of Harry so many times. He goes through so many episodes a day she can’t keep count. But this time, she felt some remorse.

“I thought you loved me.” He whispered softly, his eyes began to sadden at the thought of finally finding someone who might give him a chance.

But he was wrong.

But Harry doesn’t take no for an answer.

“I would sing you to sleep.” He laid beside her and started to stroke her hair. “ We’d talk about our future together, make love, and cuddle whenever i was home.”

Tears fell from his eyes as he continued. “I just don’t understand why you would want to leave me.”

Muffled sobs left his body as he covered his hands with his face, ashamed of himself for showing any type of emotion.

“But it’s okay.” He sniffled.

“If you try to pull that shit again, I’ll just kill you.”

He smiled brightly and continue playing with her hair, as if he didn’t just have a breakdown two seconds ago. “ I love you.” He pressed a small kiss to her cheek. “I hope you know that. Harry loves you.” He continued mumbling to himself as he played with her fingers.

“Miss the way you used to beg for m’cock. You’d kneel at the door when it was locked until I came home. Just waiting for me to touch you.”

His words were music to her ears. She knew he meant well, he just wanted someone to love. Someone to cherish in the best way possible.

He was scary at times, referred to himself in third person and could be a bit vicious when things didn’t necessarily go his way. But she knew deep down he was a good person who just wanted someone to rely on.

Someone who wouldn’t leave him.

“You love me right?” He looked at her with pleading eyes. “Tell me you love me.” He begged. “Tell me how much you love me.”

She didn’t know how to respond. Did she really love him? Or was this all apart of his sick and twisted game.

“Tell me!” He shouted as his fists balled together. “Say how much you love Harry.” His hand reached up and grabbed her throat with force. “Tell Harry you love him.”

“Y-yes. I love Harry.” She choked out, his grip on her neck was a bit tight, but she was slightly used to it. If you didn’t answer harry quickly things would end badly.

“Good. You’re never gonna leave Harry right?” He needed her to stay. He wanted this to last.

“I promise I’ll never leave Harry.” She sobbed. She just wanted to go home, to be in the comfort of her parents and friends. But obviously that wasn’t going to happen. She questioned if anyone tried to look for her, but with how busy her parents are she doubt they even noticed. They barely noticed her presence when she was home.

“I love you. I’m always gonna love you. Harry promises to take care of you.” He whispered in her ear as he placed kisses on her neck. “You belong to Harry.”

“l belong to Harry.” she repeated. She knew her only option was to give in or he would go bat shit crazy.

“Good girl.” He pressed his lips to hers in a soft manner, she was reluctant at first but gave in when he opened his eyes and saw that her were still open.

“You don’t love me, do you?” He huffed. “You promised. You fucking promised you love me. You promised Harry you would never leave.” He was getting angrier by the second.

“I’m sorry, I promise i love you. I just can’t move, remember?” She just wanted to make this as easy as possible.

“Oh yeah, silly Harry.” He chuckled before resuming his little make out session he started. Cupping her face, he lifted it a bit and traced his tongue on her lips before forcefully pushing it in and taking dominance.

“Harry loves you.” He whispered against her lips before trailing his hands down her body. “All of you.”

A small whimper escaped her lips causing him to grin.

“You like it when i touch you right? Like it when Harry gives you what you need. Practically almost fell off m’cock the last time you were riding it. Felt so good, wish I could give you Harry’s babies.” He moaned as he removed her shorts and panties.

“Let’s fix this. Harry doesn’t like when you’re not wet. Makes Harry sad.” He situated himself beneath her cunt. “I love how I can control your body.” He deeply inhaled her scent before indulging himself in her core, feasting as if this was his last meal.

“You taste so sweet. Harry loves how you taste.” He moaned as he teased her sensitive clit. She shouldn’t be enjoying this.

But she was.

“You’re such a good girl for Harry. Just melting on his tongue.” She couldn’t help the moans that escaped her lips. She knew Harry would have another fit if she didn’t, but it just felt so good she couldn’t control herself.

“That’s a good girl. Harry likes hearing you moan.” His tongue made sure to leave nothing untouched, diving into her melting core and licking up every substance that dripped from her cunt.

“You make Harry’s cock hard.” He muffled as he continued to gather her sweet nectar. His chin was dripping but he didn’t mind, he would lap that up later.

“Fuck” he grunted before sitting himself up and removing his shorts. “Harry needs you right now.” He wiped his hands on his face and licked her nectar off his fingers before slapping his cock on her clit a few times. “You feel so good” He slid the head of his cock between her lips, throwing his head back in ecstasy as he collected her wetness. “Harry loves how you feel. And you’re all his.” He captured his lips in her as he slid into her entrance with ease, moans escaping their lips.

“You feel so good, so tight. Harry loves that.” He let himself enjoy the feeling before thrusting deeper. He wanted her to enjoy this.

“Y’like that? Like how good Harry’s cock makes you feel?” He pressed several kisses on her neck. “Tell Harry how good he makes you feel.” The tip of his cock grazed her g-spot sending shivers down her spine, tears brimmed her eyes as her stomach began to bubble.

“Harry makes me feel so good. So so good. Thank you Harry.”

“That’s it. Cum for Harry, you know you want to.” He held her throat a bit tight to cut off her flow as she quickened his thrusts, his cock grazing her sweet spot every time. He reached down with his other hand and thumbed at her clit, quickening his pace as he was getting closer to his orgasm.

Before she knew it, her eyes were rolling in the back of her head and even though her body was numbed she was slightly shaking. Harry always knew how to make her cum hard.

A scream left her throat as Harry milked her orgasm before shooting his load into her, thrusting a bit harder to make sure it was deep inside her cervix. That’s where he wanted it to be.

“I made you cum that hard and you don’t even know how to say thank you? Ungrateful bitch!” He sent a harsh smack to her face, releasing a sob out of her.

“Thank you Harry. Thank you for making me feel good.” She sobbed. She just wanted this all to be a dream, but sadly it wasn’t.

“That’s more like it. I’ve taught you manners, you need to respect Harry. Especially when he takes care of you.” He huffed as he pulled out of her.

Some of his cum started to leak out so he fingered it back into her, causing a squeal to erupt in her throat.

“Hush up, Harry’s making sure that it stays in there.” Grabbing the side towel and water bowl, he dampened it and cleaned her up. “There we go.” He whispered to himself. “All nice and clean.” He threw the damp towel in the hamper before laying down in the bed. He made himself comfortable and snuggled into her side, pressing small kisses on her body.

“Harry loves you.”He whispered in a soft voice.

“Let’s get some rest for a few minutes, then I’ll make us some lunch. Your body will feel better when you wake up.”

He tucked her in with the blanket before starting to sing.

“Hush little baby don’t say a word

Harry’s gonna make sure your

screams aren’t heard.”

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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flowers

Rhett Abbott x Reader

Summary: Rhett had been acting weird all week: rising before sunrise, not showing up to the Abbott Ranch. It concerned you, your darkest fears invading your mind when he came home smelling like flowers. He only hoped you'd give him the time of day to show you his special project.

wc: 1.4k

a/n:I rewatched outer range :') . I'm in love with him your honor.

Rhett always had the habit of waking up with the sun, even when he fell asleep in the early hours of the night after the rodeo. About a week ago he started to get up before the sun had the opportunity to hit his face with its warm golden light, he’d kiss your shoulder and roll out of bed with a slight grunt. The new house would be empty when you woke up, his truck long gone from the driveway.

You only noticed when you woke up one morning from a dream. Rhett was sitting on the end of the bed tugging on his work boots as quietly as he could. You slowly got up and crawled over to him, snaking your arms around his torso. “You’re up early,” you stated groggily, still half asleep as you pressed your cheek to his back. You felt him tense underneath you, he wasn’t expecting you to be up.

“Gotta get into town early, dad’s been on my ass about picking up supplies for the new fence,” Rhett explained as he sat up straight, putting his hand over yours. Letting out a soft hum, you rose on your knees and kissed the side of his neck.

“Can I interest you in coming back to bed? Tell Royal you’re sick and enjoy the new house. We finally got unpacked,” you tempted, your lips ghosting over his skin. He thought about it, his blue eyes looking up at the ceiling. It was all going to be worth it, he thought.

“You want him callin’ around here, askin’ where I am?” he chuckled, leaning back into your loving embrace.

“No,” you laughed, releasing him. “Come back soon though, cowboy,” you pouted.

Rhett placed one last kiss on your lips and mumbled about you going back to bed, his western drawl making you shiver. “Promise.”

You didn’t think much of it until the next morning when he came back home smelling sweet. You felt his body press down into the mattress and instinctively you rolled into him and took in a deep breath. He smelled like the ranch and his faded cologne—you sniffed again—flowers. There were no flowers on the Abbott ranch besides the ones Cecelia had on her kitchen table. Your heart started thumping against your chest, the sick feeling gurgling in your stomach.

He wasn’t like that. He wasn’t like that. Rhett was a good man. It became a mantra for you as you lay in his arms, gripping his t-shirt and feeling like if you let go he’d slip away.

You ignored it for as long as you could, trying to keep your mind at bay, the screaming thoughts were becoming too much to bear. Pacing around the kitchen the following afternoon, you tried to keep occupied. Your phone rested on the counter and it drew you in like a poisonous spindle. “Well hi, Sweetheart,” Cecelia cooed. You rubbed your eyes, embarrassed at how fast you called his mother.

“I was just wondering if Rhett was there, he left his gloves on the counter this morning,” you lied effortlessly.

There was a small pause followed by a questioning hum from your mother-in-law, “Royal wasn’t expectin’ him this mornin’,” she told you, “I’m sure he’s just in town.” You could feel her motherly smile from the other end, knowing if she was there she’d lovingly rub your arm.

“Right, thanks,” you mumbled before swiftly hanging up, all but slamming your phone on the countertop in frustration.

Rhett didn’t keep secrets from you.

He came home later that afternoon, thorns still stuck in the arms of his navy blue hoodie and his ball cap holding back his dampened dark blond hair. He dumped his keys into the small bowl next to the door and scanned the empty living room for you. Rhett was met with silence. Eyes narrowed, he crossed the floor and looked into the living room.

You sat at the kitchen table, a murderous look in your eyes as you put your coffee cup against your lips. Oh shit, he thought as your eyes locked, which meant he was in deep shit. “Everything alright, baby?” he asked cautiously, leaning against the door frame.

“Where were you this mornin’? Your mama said you didn’t go to the ranch,” you questioned, placing your cup on the table with a harsh thud.

Rhett swiped his tongue along his lower lip and looked to the ground. “You accusin’ me of somethin’?”

“I don’t want to—should I be?”

The man sighed and looked up at you, your stone facade was beginning to crack, your sadness and worry underneath were starting to shine through. You knew of his reputation long before you two got married; the cowboy had trampled over many hearts, he didn’t want that to be you. He loved you. Loved you enough to not hide anything from you, no matter how small. “Get dressed,” he told you.

“No,” you huffed, lurching out of your seat, “You don’t get to butter me up, I know where this leads to.” He took you by the hand and raised your hand to kiss your knuckles, his thumb moving the stone on your ring from side to side.

“I wanna take Cinnamon and Dolly out for a ride so we can talk, need show you somethin’.” His blue eyes were full of sincerity, it almost melted your heart. Almost. You pulled out of his grip and sighed, letting your annoyance be known.

“Fine,” you grumbled, not looking at him as you climbed the stairs

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You rode in silence, jaw clenched as you burned holes into the back of your husband's head as he rode a few feet ahead of you. It was pretty out today, the trees were gently blowing in the wind and the beautiful blue Wyoming sky was overhead. “We gonna talk?” you asked, cutting the silence.

“We’re almost there, baby,” he told you, motioning towards the tree-covered hill at the edge of your property. As you got closer, the smell of the grass started to change to something sweeter. It smelled like Rhett a couple of mornings ago. You sniffed again and again until you had to sneeze, you were smelling flowers.

Beyond the trees was a patch of newly transformed land, a white picket fence surrounded tall bushes and smaller brightly colored plants. The wildflowers that lined the neatly placed fencing were the first thing that caught your eye, remembering that you once told Rhett that you wanted to scatter them all around the property. “Rhett?” you said his name almost silently.

He ignored you and dismounted the horse, lovingly wrapping her reins around the fence. You watched carefully as he took off his hat and walked through the garden with his back turned to you. You whispered to your horse as you got down, “You think he did all this?” you patted her neck and walked into the garden.

You were in awe of how pretty it looked, the variety of beautiful flowers in the ground and in stunning pots that must’ve taken him many stores to find. You bent over and picked one of the small red flowers out of the ground.

A small shy smile graced your features, suddenly feeling silly with all your worry “You did all this?” you giggled, pressing the flower to your nose.

He nodded bashfully, playing with the brim of his hat. “I should've told you earlier. I just wanted to give you something pretty to look at when we go on our rides,” he admitted, his crooked smile making your heart flutter. Walking closer, you moved a fallen curl out of his face, placing it behind his ear.

“I’m already lookin’ at something pretty,” you told him sweetly. Rhett’s smile grew and placed his hand on the side of your face, pulling you in for a gentle kiss in the middle of the garden. “Can’t believe you did all this for me…getting up early, the long hours. It’s beautiful,” you whispered against his soft lips.

His thumb stroked your jawline, his chest touching yours, “You’re worth it, darlin’, so very worth it.”

“I feel so silly,” you laughed, leaning into his touch.

He laughed with you, shaking his head, “You’re cute when you’re mad at me,” he told you, pecking at your lips.

Pulling away, you took another look at the garden lined with crimson red roses. "I have an idea," you smirked.

"And what might that be, Mrs. Abbott?" he hummed as you moved from his grasp and sauntered back towards your horse, knowing his eyes were on you. Your fingers grazed the delicate flowers as you made your way out of the garden, pulling a rolled-up blanket from the saddle.

You walked back up to him and was greeted by a white-colored daisy being placed behind your ear. "Christen the garden with me, Mr. Abbott," you whispered. Rhett grinned and gripped your hips, kissing you deeply.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott fic #outer range #lewis pullman

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autizmoeddiemunson · 2 years

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Soft- part five

Steddie, little Steve, cg Eddie

Part four part six

Eddie checked his watch, 8pm. The doctor told him not to let Steve fall asleep until midnight. “Welp, four hours until you’re allowed to sleep, whatcha wanna do?” Eddie asked fondly.

They headed back upstairs and sat on the carpet. Eddie dumped out his backpack, it was full of books, art supplies, and various other trinkets & kits. They played add on for a bit on a sheet of paper, eventually creating a skeleton knight with a flaming sword battling monsters. They hung out and talked for hours. Not much in the backpack stuck out to Steve, except for one thing. He was shy to ask if he could see it but with how close he felt to him after these last few days, he figured he might as well just pick it up.

He picked up and examined a plush bat. It was mostly black & dark grey with a few details in red. “Ya’ like it?” Eddie asked when he saw him admiring it. The soft fabric felt wonderful in his fingers, he would hug the thing now if he weren’t being watched. He nodded and smiled, rubbing the fur against his cheek. “Wait, lemme see it.” Eddie asked. Steve handed him the plush and watched as he grabbed a box from the pile and turned away from him.

“Close your eyes and put out your hands!” Eddie said after a minute, turning a bit to see if he was, when he saw that he had done it he placed the bat into his hands. “Ok, open!” He said.

Steve didn't immediately notice the alteration, until he opened the bats right wing. Eddie had quickly stitched a heart with ‘S + E’ inside it in red thread. Steve’s heart swelled, an uncontrollable joy on his face. “Do you like it?” Eddie asked anxiously. Steve damn-near tackled him in a hug, bursting out in a fit of giggles when Eddie surprised him with a kiss.

“He’s amazing.” Steve panted out, absolutely gleaming. Eddie gladly returned it, delighted by the boy personifying the bat. “Not as amazing as you, angel.” He punctuated his sentence with a kiss to Steve’s cheek. He was absolutely infatuated with him, he wished this moment could go on forever.

Steve was getting softer as the time passed. Eddie watched Steve draw, laying on the carpet, while he did check-ins for him. “Where’s Steve?” Dustin asked over the radio. Eddie realized he had never told the group. “He has a concussion, I’m taking care of him until he’s better.” He hoped the smile wasn’t apparent in his voice. “How the hell did he get a concussion?!” Dustin yelled, immediately concerned. “Quiet down, he still can’t handle loud noises. It was a pancake disaster.” He said, like that wouldn’t just raise more questions. “How the hell did you- Eddie, just tell Steve I'm dropping by tomorrow, ok?” He sounded frustrated but it was understandable. “Alright, fine, but bring Robin. I have to talk to her.” He said. “Ok, goodnight and make sure Steve doesn’t die or I’ll kill you.” Eddie chuckled and shut it off, turning his attention to the boy on the floor.

Steve felt warm & calm, the fuzzy feeling intensified but he was ok with it, dare he say ‘happy?’ He was laying on his stomach, happily drawing, bat under his arm & shirt collar in his mouth. He felt childlike but had never been more relaxed. He looked up at the other boy with glittering doe eyes as Eddie’s watch beeped. “Midnight! You’re allowed to sleep!” Eddie chirped, sitting on the floor in front of him. “You ready for bed, sweet boy?” He asked, caressing his face.

He stared up at him softly, raising his arms up as a way to ask to be carried. He gladly scooped him up, cradling him to his chest. Steve tucked his head into the other’s neck as he carried him to bed. Eddie bounced him lightly, earning an angelic giggle from the boy. They crawled into bed, Steve sat in the other’s lap, looking at him expectantly.

“What do you want, baby?” Eddie asked, tucking a strand of hair behind the boy’s ear. “Read to me?” He asked. Eddie reached over and grabbed the copy of Lord of the Rings he was reading earlier. “What page were you on?” He asked, positioning the book in front of them. “Page 10 I think.” Steve said, getting comfy.

Eddie began reading, doing all the voices, of course. Steve was only half listening, instead reading the notes & admiring the art Eddie had made. He read him to sleep, kissed his forehead, and allowed him to rest. “Goodnight, sweet boy.”

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #stranger things agere #fandom agere #stranger things fic #agere fic #little steve harrington #steve harrington age regression #cg eddie munson #caregiver eddie munson #eddie munson agere #🩺writes

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megangst · 2 years

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STEVEN GRANT, MARC SPECTOR, JAKE LOCKLEY // HOW THEY WOULD COMFORT YOU AFTER A BREAK-UP HC

Request: To fit my new situation... can I get the Moon Boys comforting me after being dumped??? (@n1ght5h4d3-24)

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of plotting violence

A/N: I'm not very good at comforting people personally so I hope they can manage to comfort you!! I hope you enjoy, feedback and comments are appreciated ♡

STEVEN GRANT

The second he picked up when you called him, he knew something was wrong

There was something off about your tone

"What's wrong?"

And the second you heard his voice you just broke down crying

You tried to tell him that you’d been dumped whilst sobbing

"I can't understand you love… Where are you?"

He showed up at your flat not long after, quietly knocking at the door to not startle you

He ushered you further into the flat as soon as you opened the door before tugging you into his arms, one hand going to the back of your head and the other keeping you close.

"Let it out, it's okay."

He silently rubs your back as you cry into his neck

Once you've calmed down to just sniffling, he placed you on the couch before walking into the kitchen to make you both a cup of tea.

When you're both finally settled on the couch, he turned to face you

"Okay explain to me again what happened."

This time you manage to get out that you had been dumped without breaking back down into sobs.

Steven sighs, reaching across to grab your hands.

"I know it's hard right now but you will feel better over time. They weren't right for you and now you can focus on the person who matters the most. You."

The rest of the night, you sat cuddled together watching whatever was on the tv

Neither of you were paying attention as Steven was rambling on about something he’d recently read about and you always made sure to listen to his interests

MARC SPECTOR

When he opened the door to you crying, he immediately assumed the worst

That you’re injured or someone had died

“What’s happened? Are you hurt?”

You could only shake your head as you cried loudly

Marc was starting to panic, this had never been his thing

Comforting someone was never his strong point, it wasn’t needed for his line of work

And he wasn’t used to receiving comfort either

So he was coming up blank on how to handle this situation

Steven would know

“Do you want steven?”

You only shook your head again as you stepped forward, pressing yourself against him.

With your face pressed into his chest and your snotty nose, your reply was muffled.

"Want you.”

That sent a thrill through Marc’s body

That you wanted him

He wrapped an arm around you to bring you further into the apartment

"It's okay, you're okay."

He silently stood there, hugging you close for as long as you needed

He still had no idea what had caused you such distress

And he wondered if he was truly able to comfort you like this

He didn't really know what to say

When you finally pull back and tell him what had happened, his worry slipped straight into anger

He’d always known they were no good for you

He wanted nothing more than to leave the apartment and hunt them down

But he knew that wouldn’t help right now

You wanted him and he would be there for you

JAKE LOCKLEY

I feel like for Jake he would be the worst out of the three

Not in terms of comforting you but in terms of managing his anger

We've seen what he is capable of doing to strangers who just happened to get in his way

So can you imagine how he would react if someone close to him were hurt or upset

When you'd entered the apartment and told him about what had happened, he was visibly very angry. His hands had balled up into fists and his eyebrows were doing the thing

"I'll kill them."

One look from you and he backed down but you could never tell if he’d back down for good or if he was just pretending

“I just want you to comfort me… Please.”

“No problem doll.”

The cocky smile and wink already had you feeling slightly better, not that you would tell him.

He slumped down on the couch appearing relaxed at last and held his arms open for you.

“Come on, you know I’m the best at giving hugs.”

You rolled your eyes as you fell into his arms, wrapping an arm around his middle and pressing your nose against his neck

You silently inhaled his scent for a while trying to calm yourself down.

Jake only let you wallow in self pity for so long but the second you let out a sniffle,

He pushed you away and kept you at arms length

“Don’t waste your tears on that piece of shit.”

He wiped your tears away as his mind came up with different ways he could get rid of that son of a bitch

#steven grant headcanon #steven grant x reader #marc spector headcanon #marc spector x reader #jake lockley headcanon #jake lockley x reader #moon knight #moon knight headcanon #moon knight x reader #megwrites

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agirlwhoisaphantom · 3 years

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Champagne & Sunshine - Bucky Barnes x Reader

18+

Summary: Since the day that you and Bucky confessed your feelings for one another. You both can’t keep your hands to yourselves.

Word Count: 3875

Warnings: Right off the bat smut, things occur in the hot hub, unprotected sex, [nicknames: good girl, bunny] cream pie, teasing, nipple play, uuhhh let me know if I'm missing anything.

Author’s Note: It's been a hot minute that I've written any sort of smut, but gosh it feels good to be back after a while.

reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! But please, DO NOT repost/steal ANY of my fics!

Bucky groaned quietly into your ear as he rocked his hips against yours in a slow head motion that made your entire body get filled with chills from head to toe. You hooked your legs over his hips, pulling him closer to your body every chance you could. With every thrust he would make, you would dig your nails dipper onto his back, leaving scratches on him.

His lips pressed against yours, tongue slipping past your lips, dominating each of your senses. You whine into his kiss, letting him that you are nearly close to your peak.

Both of you were now close. A small smirk formed on Bucky’s face as his lips were against yours. He found it fascinating the way you trembled underneath him. You both hit your peak at the same time. Shockwaves were going all over your bodies as you moaned each other’s names repeatedly.

He gets off of you and lays right next to you. You both were heavy breathing and trying to get your composer together.

“Wow,” you both said at the same time. Making you both chuckle as well.

Bucky grabs the duvet and pulls them up over your body. You turn to your side placing your head onto Bucky’s chest. “Round Two, Bunny?” Bucky said quietly as his hand traced the curves from your thigh to your stomach.

You rapidly get on top of him. You began to kiss his neck slowly, cooing against his skin.

As you were rocking your hips against his friction, The phone started to ring. You two completely ignored it the first time.

“Fuck” Bucky groaned. It rang a couple of more times. He got rapidly irritated with the number of times they called him. He was annoyed that people were interrupting him and you. But he knew if he ignored it, they would be rushing to his apartment.

Bucky places his hands on your hips, and as much as he wanted you to continue, he shifted your body off him. You laid right next to him. He gets up and hands you his shirt and your lacey panties so you can put them on. He sits down and grabs his phone. He grunts to see that he had seven missed calls from Steve and Tony.

Bucky answers Steve’s call, “what is i-?“ As his back faces towards you, you run your fingers on his back, tracing his skin and his spine.

“Do you know what time it is?” Steve interrupted him. Even though Steve wasn’t on speakerphone, he was loud enough for you to hear him.

“It’s 7 am. What’s wrong with that?” Bucky rolled his eyes and tried not to sound annoyed. He grabs your hand and places your palm facing upwards, and starts to trace the lines of your hands with his metal hand.

“It’s Peter’s Birthday Trip to the cabin today. We are supposed to leave right now.” Steve took a big breath, and he didn’t want to raise his voice anymore if Peter was around. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

Bucky’s eyes widen as he checks the date on his phone. He looks at you and notices that you have the same reaction he had. “We will be there in a couple of minutes. We are still packing.” Lucky enough, most of your stuff was at Bucky’s apartment so that packing wouldn’t be so difficult. Either way, we were only going to be staying for a couple of days.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Tell her I said hi.” Steve proceeds to hang up the call.

As Bucky was getting up, you notice the scratches that you left on his back. His backfilled with red marks and some of them were deep enough. A little bit of blood was coming out. “oops,” you whispered to yourself.

You were loud enough that Bucky could hear. “You should see your thighs, Doll,” he chuckled as he licks his lips, and his eyes were digesting how beautifully you looked without clothes.

Walking into the bathroom, you notice all the hickey’s that Bucky left on your inner thigh “Bucky! How am I going to swim with these?” you yelled at him as you smirked a little. You didn’t want him to know that. In reality, you didn’t care that you had them on you. It just showed who you belonged to, even though it had been clear to everyone.

“Damn, looks like you won’t be going swimming.” You could hear laughter come from the bedroom. “Either way, I don’t want anyone to look at what’s mine.” He said louder as he walked back and forth to the bedroom, grabbing things that he believed you both would need.

You walk out of the bathroom with a small bag full of items such as your and Bucky’s toothbrush, shampoo, anything from the bathroom you thought would be important.

Walking into the bedroom, Bucky already had your bags and his bags already prepared. He dressed up, and all you needed was to grab a pair of pants and shoes.

Walking towards Bucky’s direction, you intentionally bump into him. He grabs your wrist and rapidly turns you towards him. He places his hand on your chin tilting your head a bit upwards. “Bunny, Don’t forget who you belong to. You are mine, as I am yours.” He leaned in and whispered into your ear.

Moving your hair to the other side. Bucky kisses the back of your ear towards your neck. “Bucky, we have to go.” Trying not to lose focus. Every kiss that he gave you made you want to melt in his arms. He made you feel like no other. He gave you those stupid butterflies in your stomach that was in the children’s book.

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For the first half of the drive, you were wide awake, observing how beautiful the view was outside of the car window. This wasn’t your first time going to Tony’s Cabin, but you had to go there every time. You didn’t have the chance to look around and view how amazedly it was.

Whenever you would go on road trips with Bucky, he would let you connect your phone to his stereo to blast your favorite songs. He didn’t care what music was planning in the background. No matter what, he was going to end up enjoying it.

You both were only a couple more miles to getting to the Cabin. Bucky wanted to make sure that other people were there, not only you and him being their firsts. He points to his backpack that was on the back of your seat. Bucky turns down the music “Doll, can you grab my phone? It’s my backpack in the front pocket.”

Unbuckling your seat belt, you get up and shift your body in between your seat and Bucky’s seat. You start to look into Bucky’s bag, and you can’t find it. It wasn’t in the front pocket nor the other ones. “I can’t find it.”

“check again it should be in there somewhere.”

“Bucky, I still can’t find it.” You wanted to dump his backpack on the backseats and pick up the mess later. You were getting frustrated that you couldn’t find his phone. While your legs were still on the console. The instant the light turned red, you could feel Bucky reach in between your legs and starts to shuffle around his backpack. Pulling his phone out, he also removes his hand from in between your legs.

What he just did left you startled. At the moment, you wanted to freeze, but you couldn’t. You went back to sitting down. He hands you his phone “call Steve and tell him we are on our way.”

The last couple of miles you had left to drive, you decided to nap, even if it was two more hours. You wanted to take advantage of it.

When you woke up from your nap and noticed that a lake and beautiful trees surrounded it, the grass was green. Everything was so bright and beautiful. If you could pick anywhere to live, it would be right here.

You were still trying to wake up when you notice that Bucky got out of the car and started to walk towards your side to open the door. He grabs your hand as you get out.

Walking towards the porch, you notice Sam and Steve talking. You were unsure what they were talking about, but you probably knew since Peter wasn’t on the lot just yet.

Sam and Steve get up and walk towards you and Bucky. Sam offers a bottle of water to Bucky; meanwhile, Steve hugs you.

“So Buck, can you keep it in your pants for a couple of days?” Steve raises his eyebrow and has a serious look on his face as he crosses his arms. Bucky chokes on the water that he was drinking. Bucky placed his hand over his mouth, trying to cover the smirk he had on his face. He knew damn well that he wasn’t going to and didn’t plan to.

Sam looks over at Steve with a mischievous smile “he does have a point. Peter doesn’t need a live demonstration of Sex Ed.”

That grin Bucky had disappeared instantly and just glared at Steve and Sam. Meanwhile, on the other hand, you could feel your cheeks turn into a rosy color, and you were pulling on the sleeves of your shirt. “weren’t you in Peter’s school teaching videos, 'so your body is changing, believe me, I know how that feels' ” Bucky said in his Steve impression voice.

“You are always going to hold that over my head, aren’t you, Bucky.” Steve rolled his eyes and started to walk into the Cabin. “Stop corrupting her. She was an innocent person before you came into her life.”

Bucky chuckled when he heard him say that you were innocent. Nothing about you was innocent, and that’s something that Bucky liked about you. To him, you were a book full of secrets, and he wanted to know everything about you, from your darkest secrets to your sweetest ones. “I mean, you could hear her when she-“ you hit his lower stomach, making him groan a little at how hard you hit him, “never mind.”

You started to move your bags onto the room that you and Bucky were staying in. But every time that you went for your suitcases, Bucky would grab them out of your hand. He insisted that he would take care of grabbing your things and taking them to the room. He didn’t want you to lift any of your fingers.

It didn’t take long for everyone else to come to the Cabin. Luckily, you and Natasha had an hour to decorate before Peter came. The guys oversaw taking care of the outside decorations. Meanwhile, the girls are in charge of the inside décor.

“How is it dating, Capsicle over there?” you were way too focused on writing a poster for Peter saying ‘happy birthday Pete’ when your focus is disturbed by Natasha going in front of you. She had a smirk on her face and motions her head towards the window, where Bucky and Sam were tackling each other, and Steve had his hand placed on his face and shaking his head.

Looking out of the window, you had a smile on your face. “It’s not so bad. I’m happy with him.” You turn your head facing Nat now. Ever since you got with Bucky, you seemed so much happier, and you glowed on your face.

“We always knew you two were going to end up together. I mean the way you both look at each other. There was always something.” Nat teased you as she grabbed the pen on the table to help you finish the poster.

What she said made you think of all the memories you had shared with Bucky. Looking back at the memories, there were hints that you both liked each other. From the way he would always go above and beyond to make sure you were okay to when he would make you laugh over something dumb. “Yeah. I guess there was.” You chuckled at the statement she said.

The moment that you finished the poster, you were starving. You went to the kitchen to grab yourself something to eat and drink. Going near the cabinet, you stood on your tiptoes, reaching over your head to grab a glass “of course, Stark would keep his cup this high.” You whispered to yourself. You couldn’t help but let out a little gasp as you felt someone place their hand on your waist.

“It’s me, don’t worry,” Bucky said in a deep raspy voice as he reaches over you to grab the cup for you. When he set down the cup, he kissed you on the top of your head. Bucky moved away from you as he walked towards the fridge to pull out the filtered water pitcher. Placing it next to the cup he just got out. “Did Nat give you any trouble?” he asked as he was pouring water into your cup.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes “no, she didn’t, Bucky. I promise you.” You chuckled as you took a sip from the glass of water.

He leans in forward to you. “I have something in surprise for you.” He whispered into your ear as he grabs your hair, putting it on to the side. Tilting your head to the side, you slowly closed your eyes, and a smirk formed on your face. “Before you ask, Doll.” With his metal hand, he places the back of his index finger against your skin, moving it from your shoulder to your neck to tracing your jaw until it got to the other side of your face. With his index finger, he tilts your face towards his direction, making eye contact with you. “I’m not telling you what it is.” He licks his lips as his eyes move up and down your face.

The moment that Peter got there, everyone celebrated his birthday. You and Bucky didn’t spend much time together. That didn’t matter. You knew once the sun was down, your hands were going to be all over him.

Later that day, you receive a text message from Bucky

5:38 pm Meet me by the Lake at 1 am, wear the suit that I packed for you, and don't be late.

When the night arrived, everyone was asleep. You found it odd because everyone would usually stay up late when it came to parties like this. But you knew that tomorrow was going to be a busy day.

Looking inside of your bag, you find the swimsuit that Bucky got for you. It was a two-piece baby blue bikini. Putting it on you, you looked at yourself in the mirror, and you noticed how well it fitted you. You placed your hair in a messy bun and proceeded to grab Bucky's jacket and wrapped yourself in it. It was getting chilly and going outside in a bikini. You knew you were going to be cold.

As you started to walk to the Lake, you feel arms wrap around you. This made you instantly turn around and face Bucky. He leans in and gives you a brief kiss. "Let's go somewhere else." He grabs your hand and starts to pull you towards the cabin once again. But he went around it where there was a hot tub.

The many times you were in that cabin, you never knew that it had a hot tub. So, it took you by surprise when Bucky took you there. He first gets in the hot tub and helps you get in by handing you his hand so you had somewhere to lean on.

Getting into the water, it felt nice feeling the warm hot water against your skin. The first thing you did was splash water at him. Bucky raises his left eyebrow and has a sly smirk on his face as he splashed water towards you. This made you chuckle a little bit. "Doll, be quiet. You don't want us to get caught, do you?" Bucky told you as he moved across the water so he can get closer to you. He was resting his knees at the bottom of the hot tub so he would be at eye level with you.

You shooked your head as you matched the same look Bucky was giving you. "you are going to be the reason why we get caught," you mimicked his voice as you scrunched your nose.

Bucky said nothing. Instead, he grabbed your waist and brought you closer until he was sitting on the other side and you were on his lap. He started at you with a smile on his face as he looked into your eyes. The blue lights of the water made you even glow more than before. After being away from him for hours, craving him all day, now you were able to wrap yourself around him.

You couldn't help yourself but giggle. You felt safe now being in his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck, moving in closer to him, your forehead almost touching his. Bucky tilts his head upwards and moves in closer to you. His lips were pressed against yours, his hands moving from your waist to your ass. He pulls you in closer against him. His tongue was slipping into your mouth, more desperate than usual because it had been all day since he hasn't felt your touch.

You let out a small noise. Your eyebrows were knitted together as you feel him growing hard underneath you. "you know how badly I've been craving to do this to you." He says in a deep raspy voice. His metal hand travels through your body until he goes and finds the hook of your bikini, playfully tugging it. "All fucking day, Bunny." He muttered, his lips moving from towards your neck.

Bucky teased you, licking you from your collarbone to the back of your ear. You nodded at the statement he said. You were craving him as much as he was craving you. You let out a small little noise of pleasure at the way he was holding you, talking to you, and kissing you.

"Then shown me, Bunny. How badly have you been craving this? Cause. I. Don't. Believe. You," he whispered into your ear. Bucky moved the sides of your bikini top, his metal hand going inside the material, exposing your breasts. Your nipples hardened from being exposed to the cold hair. Bucky took this as an opportunity to places his lips around it, tongue running along your skin.

You placed one of your hands on the ledge of the hot tub. Bucky hummed against your skin, sucking your nipple before pulling away. Meanwhile, your other hand went to his neck, gently digging your fingers onto his skin. His hand cupped your breast, and his metal thumb replaced his mouth, running along with the sensitive nipple as his lips move towards your neck "can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?" You nodded briefly as quietly moaned as he gently pinched your nipple.

Bucky's hand travels from your breast to the material of your bikini. Ripping them on one of the sides. Meanwhile, one of your hands was removing his swim shorts. You could feel his cock against your ass, teasing himself with the feeling. He wanted you to take control of what can happen next. He moves both of his hands onto your hips.

Your heart was pounding. Something about being secretive and not getting caught made you want to get caught. You cautiously raised yourself from his lap, wrapping yourself around Bucky. You moved a couple of times, making it easier to line up along the head of his cock.

Bucky watched you closely, staring at the way you were taking control over him, especially as you sat down on his lap. "fuuuuuc-" he whispered as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, placing his mouth against your shoulder to keep him from moaning out loud. Bucky's hand went up to your mouth, covering it in case if you were going to make any sounds. "You are so perfect for me, Bunny." He rambled in your ear, trying his best not to moan at the feelings the way that you were clenching around him.

He then began carefully guiding you up and down on top of him, so he could appreciate how incredible it felt. But he couldn't help himself as he felt your thighs quiver and heard a whine. Bucky began by grabbing your hips and pushing you so that you were bouncing on top of him, absorbing all of him as he stretched you out, hitting all the walls you needed him to strike, especially from his perspective.

Bucky brought his free hand down between your legs as he stated this, effortlessly finding your clit. He started rubbing in slow but rapid circles, his jaw clenching as he noticed how quickly you clenched around him.

His fingers on your clit sent shockwaves through your entire body. With the climax nearing, you let out a muffled whimper against his palm, your rhythm of riding him becoming sloppier.

He stared down at how beautiful you were, your ass bouncing against his legs, and he inadvertently squeezed the grasp on your face, making you gasp in delight. "I'd like for you to cum for me," Bucky asked, his fingers speeding up on your clit, in a trembling voice.

You didn't need to be reminded; you wouldn't have been able to hold it in for much longer regardless. You paid close attention to every aspect. The way he squeezed your face, the feel of his fingers on your clit.

Bucky's brows wrinkled, his lips pursed in concentration as he tried not to gasp out loud at the sensation. Your pulsating muscles were working his cock in the nicest way possible since you were so tight around him. He had no idea what was going on until it was too late. Bucky came inside of you, his free hand pushing your hips down on top of him, keeping you there as he stuffed you with himself. He bit down on your shoulder, muffling to himself.

"Fuck." He muttered, shifting his head away from your shoulder and tilting his head back. His moist chest heaved up and down frantically, attempting to catch his breath. When he took his hand away from your mouth, it instantly went to your waist, bringing you close to him.

You leaned against his chest, your hands on his wrapped-around-you arms. You wanted to stay like this forever.

It was already getting late, and you two needed to wake up early. Walking inside of the cabin, you and Bucky were carefully trying to make any noise. Luckily the room you both were staying in was on the first floor.

The instant that you and Bucky got into the room, you went straight to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day for the both of you.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Hi, I absolutely love your writing and was wondering if I could please request an Isaac Lahey x reader where he takes her virginity please?

First times and cheap dimes

Summary: you live at a motel, and become enraged when the influence that thrives there maddens you. Luckily, there is a wolf that saves you from ending your own life, after having just been saved from the rush of craziness himself

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, mentions and attempts of suicide, smut, first time, protected sex, mentions of sacrifice, angst

Word count: 2950

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A bus belonging to the school district pulled up, from your musty motel window, you could see a flurry of teenage passengers descending from the vehicle’s stairs, all round housing in a large group, as their teacher you assumed, who looked like he had quite the handful to berate authority over the kids, stood before them, whistle poised around his neck like a noose; it wasn’t the first time that you had seen one. A noose that was. People killed themselves all the time here, you had managed to avoid the same fate, though you weren’t sure for how long you would be able to do so. But if you didn’t stake out in the dingy garbage hole that called itself an establishment, the blood thirsty hunters would uncover your whereabouts, and surely end your life, with their silver entourage of bullets, and cast arrow heads. During the next full moon, that would be your timing to divert yourself towards another temporary habitat, but for now, it was vital that you remained in hiding, these may have not been ordinary kids at all, there was a chance that they were killers in disguise, wanting your perception of them to be a mistake.

As they shrouded through the hallways, their scents richly congregated into your nose, there were more wolves taking this motel up as their residency, and that, was admittedly not a good prospect. If anyone knew of what they were, then it could vastly project a flurry of human executioners to the roadside dump of which you were stowing away in. There were alphas, their presence making you hold in a whimper; a part of you feared for your life, and among them, and their angered chemo signals, were two betas. You weren’t like them, you had no pack, and alternately that labelled you as an omega. No pack was calling you home; they’d all been killed in a flurry of executions that human hunters - Argents, had commenced. That left you to scathe away from the path of danger all on your lonesome, with no place to remain for the rest of your time in the world, until those human monsters caught up with you. It was inevitable that was what would eventually unravel, but it was your duty to yourself, and those that you cared about that unfortunately didn’t make it, to live for as long as possible.

An Argent was nearby, and that fact alone made you cower, as you remembered the carnage that you had witnessed, most being composed by the hunters. You could smell the silver in her blood, as though she were a weapon, an arrowhead searching the air for its next target, of which would undoubtedly be you. And the worst thing of all, she had found peace with the werewolves, possibly using them to track you, or having deceived them into thinking that she was simply a girl that went to the school, and as they slept, she would stab them in their slumbers. To be specific, there was five wolves that bounced off your radar, and you could only hope that their enhanced smell didn’t pick up on you; you weren’t here to find a pack nor cross paths with any other kind of supernatural creature; survival of ones self was your main and only priority.

You had escaped the clutches of death for this long, you knew that you could make your journey longer if you remained invisible, as though you were nothing more than a wisp of air occupying the room. It was no news to you that this motel that you were residing in was seedy, it gave you shivers down the occupancy of your arms, enforcing that each individual hair that was growing from that land stand on edge, and poke out as though you were a porcupine on the defence. But you alas had other ways of protecting yourself, for your nails could grow into stapling pinschers that could cause someone to bleed to death if so much as wanted them to, as well as snarling pearls that shrouded down from your gums that had the ability to tear flesh, though luckily not force anyone through the transition into a monster as you yourself and presumably theses lurking lacrosse players had endured.

But as they began to settle in, and you heard their labours of unpacking through the walls, that was when it occurred to you that you had yet to continuing paying to remain a temporary resident in this place that gave your arms a layer of goosebumps and your senses a ticket that pursued overdrive. You thought that they were to be stowed away in their own privacy, and that gave you the paranoid confidence to skulk out of the confines that you paid to stay in, as your hand stoically grasped the loose cash and change and clasped around the door handle, opening the singular barrier of protection that you had, and putting yourself out in the open for vulnerability to encompass you.

Isaac was retrieving some ice, courtesy of Boyd’s firm request, he held the small silver bucket in his hand as he lightly shook his unruly curled head, having endured some chills that rippled down his spine. Everything was confusing at this moment in time, he had feelings for Allison, he wanted to be loyal to Scott and it seemed that he could not do both. And whilst Derek was technically his alpha, the one that had gifted him with the life changing bite, he was veering more towards the boy that worked as Deaton’s shadow, it would cause less problems than divulging deeper with this connection that he shared with the arching huntress. There were plenty of fish in the sea, and as he shovelled the container that he was tied to via his shared room into the large sea of ice, the creak of a door opening was conjured to his hearing.

He didn’t think much about it first, he nonchalantly continued filling the bucket with the request he was handed, until he turned around, and he saw a girl exiting her room, rattling gently on the lock to ensure that no intruders could break in and deceive her safety whilst she was gone. Her heart beat was ravenous, tremendously panicking in the suffocating tight structure of her chest, beating behind her bones and instigating that she was indeed fearful of the atmosphere around. She was beautiful, even as fright clouded her eyes, and that was when hers met his, drowning in the blue that harboured his irises, clearly making her freeze in the moment, her knees sternly hocking down and standing with shaking shins.

You could tell what he was; a beta, you could define that realisation by the possibly false kindness in his eyes was lounged over your form, clearly curious about the anxious persona that you reformed. No one was supposed to see you, it was your fault though, you should have been more intuitive with your senses, and paid attention to the glass rustling of the frozen water. Isaac had been practicing with having more of a stronger relationship with his chemo signals, and he could not deny that things had been promptly irregular, more so than normal, he supposed it was down to the sacrifices that were ongoing in Beacon Hills, and it was all dwindling down to the murderous fault of the Darach, whomever it truly was behind the religious massacres.

After being focused on the boy for a second, you found yourself cowering back away into the dark abyss of your room, you could cover the bill in the morning, that was if your watched was not still there in the morning. If that rigid old woman whom seated herself in front of the motel’s suicide count, you could slip the number of dollars under the door. Shaking your head, you felt yourself panicking, you didn’t know why but you were attracted to the sharp edges that shone in your peripheral, you had never experienced these deeps thoughts before in all of your running and escaping. But as your hand was modelled before your very eyes, your claws seeped out from the beds of your nails, and terrestrially across your wrists.

Not much damage was scathed upon your skin until your door was bashed open, and the boy that you had seen collecting the ice came through, pulling your palms away from holding any more of your blood upon them, and staring at your eyes that had turned deviously yellow. “Why did I do that?” You asked, shuffling away from him upon the mattress, gasping at the infliction that you had framed upon yourself. It simply did not make sense, and left your eyes wide and wary as you inspected the stranger, he was handsome, but that did not matter. “Are you here to kill me?” It wouldn’t be logical if that were indeed the case; he had just saved your life from your very own hands, perhaps that was just the evidence that you were the monster that you were thought to be.

“This place… it’s doing something to us; people like us.” He admitted, the accent that his words carried in tune with it surprising you. “And of course not, I know what it’s like to be hunted. I’m Isaac, what’s your name?” As he spoke, you became calmer and calmer as it went on, there was something warm about him, and it left you gulping down your nerves and almost trusting him. It was as though you had just found a reason to stop running, and he was sat right before you.

“Y/n…” you answered him, allowing a small smile to pamper your cheeks as you ogled at him, he stood, grasping a washcloth to clean up your arms, and you gave him permission to continue this nurturing that he was so freely giving. Little did he know that in that moment that Boyd was trying to drown himself, he should have been there and returned with the ice, but it was safe to say that he had gotten side tracked.

Months later

“What are we supposed to do?” Your hands pressed into the nest of your hair that you had been toying with, the bracelets upon your arms almost making the beta’s eyes cower from the reflect that the light gave off from them. Once again, the town was undergoing a threat, this time there was an ancient spirit possessing your friend, and now he had gone missing in his body, leaving you all on edge for when he would return as well as the task for trying to find him.

“I mean we could always give homework a pass.” Isaac was trying to lighten the mood as you sat on your bed, which so happened to be designated in the home of a family that had so kindly taken you in; the Hewitts. They were lovely people, and had even given you your own room, as well as allowed you to have a friend over. At his words you could do nothing more than doll your eyes and swat your hand at him, as though he were a misbehaving dog that had stepped out of line.

“I’m not kidding Lahey.” You grumbled back at hun, crossing your arms as you feigned off a pout. In return he let a small laugh roll out of his mouth, only irritating you further. “This is serious, our friend has gone missing and you cannot expect me to- hmmph.” Your words were sentenced to nothing more than a squabbling attempt to breathe, to which you realised you couldn’t. And as you opened your eyes it was revealed as to why you had trouble participating with the cycle that oxygen exhibited.

Isaac was kissing you, and for a moment you were as still as that ice you remembered that he and went to collect, until you kissed him back. It was nothing overboard just a long and luscious peck that had your neck swarming with warmth and your pulse rapidly expediting through your veins.

“After all you’ve been through, you need to stop stressing. You’ve got it good here, and I don’t want you to get lost in all this nuisance of a mess again, I saw how you were when we met. You’re allowed to care, but don’t risk everything, okay? It seems like you really like it here, you shouldn’t be willing to let that all fall down the drain.” He said after he pulled away from the fruitful embrace of your lips, seriousness bordering his tone. “You’ve already lost everything once before, you shouldn’t have to go through that again. And what’s worse is that I could lose you, this is a dangerous game and you can’t just go out looking for the Nogitsune by yourself.”

“I’d do it if it were you. I’d do it for any of you; you took me in when I was nothing more than a wreck of an omega, but now I am an beta like you, and I have a pack again! I can’t lose any one of you, because that pain runs deeper than blood. You know that.” He did indeed, Erica and Boyd were lost to the savage ruthlessness of mankind, they had been expedited by the alpha pack who were fuelled by the carnage that the hunters had composed upon them. The hunters weren't entirely to blame, but if you had it your way you'd blame them time and time again, they had taken everything from you, and you feared that they would do the same again.

"You really can't see it, can you?" He asked, a line indenting the parting between his brows as he looked at you and only you. "I like you y/n." He stated. His words surprised you, and though you remained silent, Isaac became worried that you wouldn't respond, but all words that you could possibly use were replaced by you colliding your mouth upon his. The kiss soon grew passionate as your hands tangled themselves in his sleek curls, and his large palms ran up your back beneath your shirt. "Are you sure about this?" He didn't want to rush you into anything, nor did he want to rush the act itself if he got the go ahead, you were far too important to him, it made him feel regret for losing his virginity to someone else in the first place, it hadn't been the exact experience that he had expected, he had wanted the girl to care for him rather than wanting solely sex from him.

"Of course I am; it's you." That was enough confirmation to resolute the both of you into proceeding, he had been told by Lydia that you had never done the deed with anyone before - she respected your privacy but she had noticed how the two of you continued to venture closer without the pair of you even realising. And she wanted to make Isaac accounted with the fact that he had to be careful with you, and that intercourse wasn't the only thing on the plate if he got involved with you, and he was more than fine with that because that was what he wanted too.

The result of such a conversation had eventually lead to Isaac laying atop of you and pushing into you, he placed his hands upon your biceps as he rested his forehead upon your own, taking any ounce of pain you felt into his veins, as he wanted to make this experience nothing short of pleasurable for you. You gasped into his mouth as you instinctively coddled him closer by your thighs, telling him to move, and he did not refrain from following your wishes. He began to thrust in and out of you at a mid set pace, his actions prevailing positive sounds of encouragement past your lips as you keened out his name and whimpered.

As he dared to open his eyes, he were met with your ambient own that were glowing a fluorescent yellow from the pillowing you were being guaranteed. "Isaac." You moaned his name, biting your lip which prompted him to make the advance of kissing you again, absorbing every noise that dared vibrate out from your body. His thrusts began to shallow as he felt a need to cum, but you were the first priority on his list, and thus he snaked his hand down your breathtakingly gorgeous body, his thumb and forefinger giving a pinch to your clit as it sent a signal around your being to cum, and you did, your eyes drowsing across from each other as your walls clenched tightly around him, giving Isaac the last bit of pressure that he needed to finish within the condom.

Gently he pulled out from you, you felt strangely empty, and you watched him move over to the bin and dispose of the protection that he had used; a part of you was scared that afterwards he would head for the door and leave you like everyone else had in their own way. But utter relief encompassed you as he clambered back into bed with you, and scooted the pair of you under the covers, coiling his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you to lay against his chest, and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. This was one thing that you didn't want to risk losing to such a futile danger that was targeting people that Stiles cared about, because you cared about these people who had brought you to this new life in this peculiar town too.

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dustofbrokenheart · 3 years

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The Lost Boys: Grocery List

Dwayne x Reader

Word Count: 1,100

Summary: Reader takes Dwayne to a late night run to the store.

While grocery shopping was technically a chore, you found that you didn’t mind it too much. Not compared to other things on your to-do list.

That particular trip to the store wasn’t a huge haul either; you just needed ingredients to make something for an upcoming potluck and decided to pick up some other treats since you were already there.

Sure, sometimes people would try to make uncomfortable conversation with you, but getting food was worth it.

Besides, now that you had Dwayne to accompany you, he kept most of the real weirdos away from you. And there were plenty of weirdos at the grocery mart after dark.

You heard a tearing sound and saw Dwayne reaching into an opened box of cereal.

Weirdos which evidently included him.

He grunted in betrayal when you gave him a well place jab to the ribs. “Don’t open things, you goob. Now I have to buy it.”

“Oh.” Rolling up the bag, he pushed it down into the cereal box and set it back on the shelf.

You sighed and put it in your cart. “Unfortunately, that’s not how it works.”

Knowing Dwayne, he was probably about to critique the system. Something like ‘the capitalist system that the grocery chain operated in was already stealing from you, profits won’t miss one box of cereal.’

Sure enough, he cracked his neck, a tell that he was about to get on his soap box. “You know, the system already steals—”

“Sounds great, big guy, but I’m still paying for it.” He watched the box with a pout as you made your way down the aisle.

You tried to give him something to do to keep him occupied. “Here.” You scribbled a few things on the back of a coupon. “Can you go get these for me? It’ll go faster if we team up.”

Taking the list from you, he scanned it and gave you a single finger gun.

Laughing under your breath as he wandered off, you went back to scanning the shelves, hoping they had the brand you wanted in stock.

In a flash, you had your part of the shopping finished. Perks to expertly knowing where everything in the store was located as a long-time shopper. But you hadn’t seen Dwayne in a while started making the rounds to find him.

One of the wheels on the cart was super squeaky and out of rhythm compared to the rest, which you noticed a lot more when you weren’t focused on groceries. You tried every trick you knew to keep it quiet but the wheel just would not be silenced.

In the end, it was him who found you. “I heard the cart from a few aisles over.”

It made no sense to be embarrassed for the poor cart, but you were. “Sorry. Guess I chose the problematic one today.”

“Not a big deal,” he shrugged. The he dumped all of the stuff he had been carrying in his arms into the cart, making a loud racket.

Confused as to why he had so much stuff, you looked everything over. “Hot Pockets, Twinkies, squeeze cheese…” you muttered. And that was just the start—there was tons of box and packages that weren’t on his list.

He tried to defend himself. “We ran out of Twinkies yesterday at the cave and this flavor of Hot Pockets sounds good. I think they boys will love ‘em.”

“…” Did he really miss the instructions on the back of the box? “But you don’t even have a microwave to cook them in.”

He blinked, like he was just now realizing it. “Umm… I guess we could roast them over the barrels?”

“Huh. That might actually—hey wait, no. I’m getting off track here. Dwayne. I didn’t tell you to get most of this.”

“No,” he agreed, “It all sounds tasty though.”

You patted his shoulder in consolation. “Sorry, big guy. You have to put them back.”

But Dwayne knew you well, meaning that he knew how best to convince you.

He placed his hands on your hips, thumbs reaching under your shirt just enough to rub tiny circles on your bare skin. His forehead rested against yours, so that you almost went crossed eyed staring into his big, brown eyes.

“Please,” he petitioned, giving you a little kiss.

You were wavering for sure and when he noticed, he amped it up a notch.

He managed to roll his shoulders in such a way that his jacket slid off one of them, exposing his toned arm in addition to the skin that was already showing on his chest. The muscles on display, his low voice, the big eyes…you were a goner.

“Fine. But you can only keep five of them! The rest have to stay for next time.”

Smiling victoriously, he kissed you again. Then he was rummaging through the cart, choosing what would go and what would stay.

Squeeze cheese didn’t make the cut, but the Twinkies and Hot Pockets were still there, along with a tray of baked cinnamon rolls and a canister of Flintstone’s gummies. The last one made you raise a brow.

“For Laddie. He likes the taste and vitamins are good for a growing boy.”

You were a little iffy on whether Laddie was still growing, being half-vampire and all, but didn’t bring it up. The fact that he was so close with the boy always made you soft.

“To the register,” you pointed dramatically. Dwayne saluted and got a running start with the shopping cart, jumping up to ride it once it was going fast enough.

Luckily, the cashier didn’t make a big deal out of the silliness. “Did you find everything okay?”

“Yep,” you said. Digging for the twenty you stashed in your wallet before coming to the grocery mart, you felt Dwayne glue himself to your back.

You were too busy with the cashier though.

“Do you want a receipt?” they asked with a smile.

“Sure.” The last syllable came out as a squeak. Dwayne had nuzzled your ear.

“I can’t believe you did that in front of the poor cashier,” you admonished while putting the groceries in the trunk of your car.

“They were checking you out.”

“It’s their job.” Really, why would that set him off?

He stared meaningfully. “No, checking you out.” Oh. “But don’t worry—between hugging you and swiping some licorice, I feel a little more forgiving.”

Indeed, he pulled out a pack of black licorice that you hadn’t even seen him grab, and started munching happily.

You sighed. What a goob.

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Today was a Dwayne kind of day. I haven’t written him in so long, I missed him! Hope all the fellow Dwayne lovers out there enjoyed. Happy October!

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A Disgustingly self indulgent blurb ab chubby chaser bokuto:(

Cw: nsfw, minors no peeking, chubby chaser!bokuto, chubby!reader, Gn?(cervix mentioned once), Breeding, size kink, strength kink, Riding, full Nelson,male dacryphiliya, overstimulation, not edited<33

Self control was a word not often used in Bokuto Koutaros vocabulary. Known for his rather impatient, and almost childlike fervor in decision making, he was notoriously known for his self control, or lack there of; But, you seemed to be the only exception.

It wasn’t a secret that bokuto was a big guy, a staggering 6’2 and damn near close to 200 pounds of sheer muscle.To the average person, at first glance he seemed like a beast. To you however, he was just your big teddy bear. Bokuto made it a priority to watch his strength around you, the thought of ever hurting you causing uneasy chills to run down his spine.

When you wanted to play around and rough house with him, he’d take extra precautions, making sure to always toss you onto the couch or bed, or watching how hard he’d teasingly shove you back. However the only time you ever see his resolve truly crumble, was when you were underneath him, begging and crying at the way his tip nudged your cervix.

He tried to watch his strength when fucking you, he really did, but seeing your cute body folded in half under him, Or bouncing cutely in his arms as he shoved his cock into you standing up; awakened a deep primal need in him that he couldn’t satiate.

It always amazes you how bokuto could seemingly pick you up, toss and manipulate your body to however he pleased, all without breaking a sweat or even straining. You weren’t exactly the skinniest in the room. Thick thighs, pudgy stomach, love handles flubby arms, you were definitely not runway material, but that never stopped bokuto, really only adding fuel to his so called “unbreakable” resolve.

The room was hot, stuffy making it hard;painful almost to suck in a proper breath. A furious blush of pink was scattered across bokutos cheeks and nose, trailing down his neck as it kissed splotchy patches of tinged pink onto his chest. He was breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down erratically. He looked almost in pain, but you knew that wasn’t the case with the way his eyes crossed struggling to focus on your moving frame.

whimpers and whines escaped his lips in short, choppy, staccato breaths from the force of your hips repeatedly slamming down against his own. You were just as far gone as he was, a loopy smile decorating your flushed features,tears rolling down your puffy cheeks as you greedily rode his cock.

Bokuto was shaking furiously, hand coming up to cover his mouth in a feeble attempt to stifle his horrendously loud whimpers. A shiver racked through the males body as the sticky wet feeling between his legs, it’s like you were everywhere all at once.

“Kou!” You screeched, finger nails digging into the flesh of his pectorals, the pain causing bokuto to buck up into you, as you cried out at the feeling.

“P-Please y-y/n I ca....I fucking..please cum, please! I-I cant f-fucking take it!” He wailed, tears kissing his waterline rolling down his peach kissed cheeks, as he desperately tried to hold himself back from taking you how he really wanted.

Your gummy walls fluttered around him, the impending orgasm hurling at you fast as you moved your hip erratically mouth falling open to babble mindlessly.

“S-S’so big!” You cried as bokuto squeezed his eyes shut, cock tingling as he tried to hold off dumping his load into you.

“Love you! Love you s’much kou!” You cried. You couldn’t quit pin point what happened, to have you in the current position you were in. The last thing you remembered was riding your boyfriend. So why were you in the air? Why the hell are you so wet between your thighs? Why couldn’t you see straight? Why were your ears ringing?....oh.

“G-God” Bokuto hissed, as he repeatedly slammed you down onto his cock. You couldn’t comprehend what the hell was going on, your body was on fire, vision becoming fuzzy and littered with black spots, you couldn’t speak, only gasp huge tuffs of air as you tried to stay conscious.

“Y-you’re gonna be the fucking- shit - the end of me g-god” bokuto whimpered, head tilted back, as he bared his teeth, drool slipping past his clenched teeth rolling down his chin.

“Gonna fill you up- s’good and full, g-gonna make you all full w-with...holy sh- m-my fucking kids” he rambled as you tried to stay on this current plain of existence. You were reeling from the way he fucked you into and beyond your orgasm, the orgasm never stopping resulting in a sinfully delicious gush of arousal, periodically sputtering from your poor battered gooey walls.

Screams upon heavenly screams left your swollen lips, tears shrouding your vision

Bokutos resolve had broken. To be quit honest it wasn’t as strong as he claimed it was to begin with, he knew deep down that with you, there was no true

Self control.

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