Tags: Smut, slight angst, dirty talk, bondage, bound and gagged, Blindfolds, choking, make up sex, fingering (female receiving), orgasm denial, begging, implied oral (male receiving), drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, and I think that's it
Written For: @kinktober2023, @anyfandomgoesbingo, @anyfandomangstbingo, @anyfandomdarkbingo, @badthingshappenbingo, and @thebo3bingo
Squares Filled: Kinktober Day 1 - I4 Bondage // Any Fandom Mixed Bingo - G2 Dirty Talk // Any Fandom Angst Bingo - G5 Blindfolds // Any Fandom Kink Bingo - G2 "I can be good, so good! I swear!" // Any Fandom Dark Bingo - I2 Bound and Gagged // Bad Things Happen Bingo - I2 Choking // BO3 Bingo - B4 Make Up Sex
Beta: Just Grammarly
Title Card: Yours Truly
A/N: I apologize that this is posting a day late. I had to go to the doctor and couldn't get this edited in time to post it. Day 2's drabble will be posted later tonight. :)
"I told you to stay still, Sunshine."
Lloyd sits in a chair across from you nursing a glass of bourbon. His posture is calm, but the stern look in his eyes tells you he's anything but.
You've been mounted to the St. Andrew's cross for nearly a half hour now, and you're getting antsy.
The mission you two had gone on was a success in your eyes, but Lloyd isn't focused on the computer you two were able to recover. No. He's choosing to focus on the unnecessary details.
"Baby, I've been up here since we got home. Please, can I get down?"
He takes a sip of his drunk, swirling the ice around in the glass.
"I'm admiring the view."
You sigh. "I know why you're mad, and I'm telling you, I didn't mean it. We wouldn't have gotten the damn laptop if I hadn't flirted with that idiot."
Lloyd's jaw ticks. Just the memory of seeing you, his girl, dancing with some other asshole makes his blood boil. He downs the rest of his drink and relishes the feeling of warmth in his chest.
"Will you just punish me already? I really need a shower."
He slams the glass down on the table so hard that you're surprised it's not broken. His eyes are dark with possessiveness as he approaches you, his hand wrapping around your throat.
"I don't care if you didn't mean it, Y/N! His fucking hands were all over you, touching what belongs to me!"
Lloyd loosens his grip on your neck allowing you to take in air again. He brings his thumb up and puts pressure on your bottom lip until it opens.
"You're mine. And I'm gonna keep you up here until it sinks in, you got that?"
You huff and roll your eyes making his narrow to thin slits.
"Better watch it, Sunshine, you're askin' for it."
"I am asking for it, Lloyd." The tone of your retort makes his cock twitch.
He grabs a ball gag and a blindfold off the dresser and fastens them in place.
"You oughta be using that smart mouth of yours for something more useful. Maybe I should stuff it full of my dick."
His voice is teasing, but you can't help but want him to do just that. Your panties are soaked from the feeling of the leather cuffs and the sensory deprivation, and you can't help the strangled moan that fills the room when his fingertips brush your clothed clit.
"Oh, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? Just like you liked dancing with that other man earlier, didn't you?"
You shake your head no and he chuckles.
"Yeah, somehow I don't believe that, Sunshine. You may not have liked the dancing with him part, but you knew it would piss me off and lead me to punish you. And you like being punished, don't you?"
You huff and give him a nod before rolling your eyes once more. He notices and growls deeply.
"Roll your eyes at me again and I'm the only one who gets to cum tonight. You got that?!"
You whine and nod as he pulls your panties to the side.
"Look at this fuckin' mess you've made. Soaking wet and I haven't even done anything. You're hungry for it, aren't you?"
He doesn't give you a chance to answer as he plunges two fingers inside you, pumping them fast and hard.
"Look at me, Y/N. You're mine. This pussy, these tits, this ass, this whole body belongs to me. I'm the only one who can make you cum like this."
Your strangled moans echo throughout the room as you feel yourself about to cum, but right before the dam breaks Lloyd pulls away making you whimper.
"No, not yet. You don't deserve it, but if you're a good little girl and ask very nicely, Daddy will let you suck his cock."
You try to talk around the ball gag and he chuckles.
"If I take that off are you gonna be polite?"
You nod eagerly and he removes it from your mouth. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips and Lloyd's eyes hone in on the movement.
"Go on, Sunshine. Tell me why you think you should get to cum."
He thrusts his fingers back inside you but keeps them still. A soft moan falls past your lips and he chuckles as your pussy clenches around them.
"I can be good, so good! I swear!"
Lloyd clicks his tongue and leans in close, his lips ghosting over yours.
"Oh, I'd be very good if I were you, Y/N. That's the only way you're getting what you want tonight."
@larluce your sweet persuasion idea didn't get out of my mind, so I wrote this little omegaverse piece with Gwen that persuade Merlin to use the same method *wink*
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Fandom: Merlin (TV)
Relationships: Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen & Merlin (Merlin), pre Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)
Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)
Additional Tags: Omega Merlin (Merlin), Omega Gwen (Merlin), Alpha Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Alpha Morgana Pendragon (Merlin), Awesome Gwen (Merlin), Hurt Merlin (Merlin), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sweet Persuasion, Protective Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Episode: s01e07 Gates of Avalon (Merlin), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Omega Verse, Merlin is cute and Arthur does whatever Merlin wants
Summary: In his attempt to keep Arthur safe, Merlin uses Gwen's advice: sweet persuasion
@thebo3bingo , prompt: crying
@seasonaldelightsbingo, Five nights at Freddy's: “When I’m here, you play by my rules”
@anyfandomfluffbingo - N4: "This is where I saw you for the first time."
@badthingshappenbingo - O5: "Who did this to you?"
@thebo3bingo - G3: Vulnerability
@mfbingo - O5: Sharing Is Caring
@fandoms-writings - Remi's Neon Milestone Party: See writing prompts I used as a bonus below 🥰
Prompt(s): Used: "You shouldn't be out here by yourself." / "Let me kiss it better." / "What if someone hears us?"
Title Card: Yours Truly
You sigh as you check your phone for probably the thousandth time in the last ten minutes. Today is your one year anniversary with Steven, and you're supposed to be meeting him for a romantic indoor picnic at the museum where you met him. His plan was to let you in after he finished closing up the night.
Except he's late. He's never late.
You pull his contact info up and hit the call button, hoping he'll answer. It rings four times before going to voice-mail and that only makes the gnawing feeling in your gut worsen. His car's still here and it's well past the time his shift ended.
Deciding it's been long enough, you walk up the stairs and try the door. It opens and your brows furrow. It should have been locked from the outside over an hour ago. Slipping quietly inside, you adjust your purse on your shoulder and walk into the main exhibit area.
You've been in here before plenty of times, but the atmosphere is much different at night time. It's dark except for the small lights illuminating each of the exhibits and it casts a dim glow around them, their shadows appearing on the walls. It's almost...eerie.
"Steven?" You call. Your heels click on the tile floor as you glance around the room. "Steven, this isn't funny! You were supposed to meet me an hour ago!"
There's a noise in the distance behind you and you whirl around quickly. Fear creeps up your spine and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
"Steven, if you don't get out here right now I'm leaving!"
"You shouldn't be out here by yourself. It's dangerous."
You jump at the sudden voice behind you and quickly turn to see your boyfriend. Only he isn't smiling that goofy smile you fell in love with, and now that your brain has processed his statement, that's not his voice either.
"Steven? What the fuck is going on? What do you mean it's dangerous?"
He cocks his head and narrows his eyes, "I'm not Steven, and you need to keep your voice down or it might hear you."
You stare up at him, waiting for the part where he tells you he's joking, but it never comes. He's serious and you aren't sure if you're more fed up or scared at this point.
"Fine. If you didn't want to have our date then all you needed to do was say so. I'm not sure what this is," you gesture to him as you start to back away, "but I've had enough. I'm leaving."
You turn and walk back towards the entrance, but as soon as you get back to the lobby a low growl sounds to your right. Slowly turning, you see a monster that reminds you of something from a horror movie.
This can't be happening... this is a dream. You've fallen asleep outside on the museum steps and you're dreaming. There's no other explanation to what you're seeing right now.
Slowly, you begin to back up as it creeps towards you. Its long claws scrape against the floor as it bares its sharp teeth at you. Your back hits the wall and your breathing gets quicker as you realize you've got nowhere to go. You're cornered.
It lunges and you let out a high-pitched scream as you press yourself as far into the wall as you can. It all happens in a matter of seconds. The swish of a cape, the snarling of the beast, and the searing pain of one of its claws slicing your arm.
"Ah! Oh, my god! What the fuck?!"
"Get to the bathroom right now and barricade yourself in. Don't open the door for anyone but me, do you understand?"
You don't even answer him as you bolt for the back of the room. Even though your heels make it difficult to run, you manage to get inside and slam the door shut. Taking a second to catch your breath, you grab the bench and prop it up against the door before backing up against the far wall.
Your arm is cut, your hands are shaking, and you're not sure when you started crying. Carefully, you clean your wound and manage to stop the bleeding. It's then that you notice how quiet it is. There's no sound of a struggle or the deep growls of whatever the fuck that thing was, and you can only pray that it's gone.
The sound of the door handle jiggling startles you, and your heart begins to race again. Reaching into your purse, you pull out your handgun and cock it before pointing it at the door.
"It's me, let me in."
There's that voice again...
Steven doesn't have an American accent. His voice is soft and kind, not rough and deep.
"Yeah, no, I'm good thanks. You can leave and I'll see myself out once you're gone."
You hear him sigh.
"Listen, I know you're scared, but I need to look at your arm."
You're silent as you contemplate your options. He looks like your boyfriend, and he did save you, so maybe you should hear him out.
You keep your gun aimed true as you move the bench back to where it was before stepping back.
"Fine, but don't even think about trying anything funny."
You move back against the far wall again as he opens the door. Your hands shake as you keep your gun pointed at him, your cheeks still wet from crying.
"That's far enough. Don't come any closer!"
He puts his hands up, looking between you and the barrel as he inches towards you.
"There's no need for that, Y/N. The threats gone now. I won't hurt you."
Your heart begins to race faster, "h-how do you know my name?!"
Even though the person standing before you looks like your boyfriend, he's literally the exact opposite of how Steven would act. And now that you've witnessed that terrifying monsters can exist, you're not entirely convinced that this man isn't some form of demon or doppelganger.
He stops, closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them again they're those soft, loving eyes you fell in love with just over a year ago.
"Y/N, please...I promise I'll explain, but you need to let Marc look at your arm. I'm so sorry this happened on our anniversary. God, I feel just awful."
The grip on your gun loosens, but you don't lower it, "Steven? Baby, please just talk to me now. What's going on? Who did this to you?"
He gives you a sympathetic look before tensing back up, his eyes squeezing shut. When they open back up, Marc has taken over again, his stare hard and determined.
"Come on, Y/N. Cooperate with me here. I'm not going to hurt you, but I have to look at your arm."
"I-I don't..." Your voice shakes as you try to make everything make logical sense.
"Dammit, would you just listen?! Put. The. Weapon. Down."
The seriousness in his tone makes you wince, but you let the gun fall to the floor anyway. He steps forward, kicking it to the side as he slowly approaches you as if you're a wounded animal.
"I'm going to touch you now."
His words held no sexual intention behind them, so why did they make you squeeze your thighs together?
He's careful as he extends your arm. His calloused fingertips graze your skin as he inspects where the jackal-like creature attacked you. Finally, his eyes gaze into your own, but his hands stay where they are.
"Good. It's not too deep, and the bleeding stopped. It'll scar, but you won't need stitches."
The tension crackles between the two of you like static electricity, the negligent space separating you seeming to get smaller by the second. Any response you had is forgotten as your lips part and your eyes flit down to his mouth.
"Let me kiss it better." His voice is husky as he presses you gently against the wall, one hand still on your injured arm while the other rests on your cheek.
You want him to. God, did you want him to close the distance and kiss you, but the rational part of your brain keeps you grounded. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips anyway though, and the hitch in your voice proves Marc is having an effect on you.
"Marc, I... I'm with Steven..."
"We're one and the same, sweetheart. Though we have different personalities, we share the same body."
He moves himself against you, and you can feel the outline of his cock against your lower belly.
"And not to mention, Steven's had this beautiful body all to himself. Won't you share, baby? I know what you crave," his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, "I know what you need. Let me give it to you, Y/N."
"Let me talk to Steven." Your voice is breathy, and even though Marc has a point, you still wouldn't feel right about it without at least talking to the man you've loved for so long.
Reluctantly, Marc drops his hands to his sides and closes his eyes. When they open again, they look relieved.
"Oh, Y/N! Oh, my sweetheart..."
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, his face buried in the juncture of where your shoulder meets your neck. His accent comforts you like a blanket, but even if it wasn't there, you knew by the softness radiating off of him that this was Steven. Your hands tangled in his hair as he kisses your cheek.
"I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried something had happened, that the monster or Marc had done something and..."
He stops, noticing your hesitation, and pulls back to look into your eyes, "What is it? He's said something to you, hasn't he?"
You sigh and hold his hands in yours, looking down at them briefly before wetting your lips.
"This is where I saw you for the first time." You thoughtfully recall the day you two first met. Steven's personality and love of ancient artifacts are what drew you to him. Like a moth to a flame, you were instantly captivated by him, and from there your love blossomed into what it is today.
He tilts his head to side slightly as his brows furrow in worry.
"Darling, whatever he's told you l-"
"He wants you to share me."
His eyes go wide, "Oh."
You play with his fingers, a nervous habit of yours.
"I asked him to let me talk to you."
Steven stays silent for a moment, letting the words sink in. He didn't even have the idea on his radar that his other personality would want you, but then he shook the thought away as quickly as it came because why wouldn't Marc want you?
His sweet, brilliant girl who has the prettiest eyes and the most contagious laugh. The brave woman who would move mountains to protect any living being in trouble, and not to mention how gorgeous you are to him.
He knows you have fantasies. Ones that he's not comfortable enough to fulfill, but maybe...maybe Marc could, and that's his deciding factor. He's always wanted to give you everything you wanted, and if this is something you want, then he won't stop you.
"Y/N, look at me, sweetheart."
You bite your lip, glancing into his eyes to try and guess what he's thinking.
His hand cups your cheek gently, "do you want this? Do you want Marc?"
You shake your head, "not at the risk of losing you. I love you, Steven."
He leans in and kisses your lips softly, bumping his nose against yours lovingly.
"And I love you, but I also know that there are things you want that I can't give you. You're not going to lose me, okay? Think of Marc as another side of me that you can spend time with from time to time."
Before you can make sure he's absolutely certain about this, he steps back and closes his eyes again, only this time something new happens. Grey and off-white surround his body and when he opens his eyes they're a brilliant white.
You gasp and slowly back up until you hit the wall, "S-Steven? Steven?!"
"Don't be afraid, Y/N. I won't hurt you."
Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear Marc's voice again. Your eyes trail over the suit he's wearing. It reminds you of Egyptian clothing and the crescent moon emblem makes you want to reach out and touch it.
"Marc?" you whisper as he slowly closes the distance between the two of you again.
"I want you to see all of me. This is who I am. Moon Knight is a part of Steven and I too."
You reach out to tentatively touch his chest just as his gloved hand slides up your inner thigh. His fingertips brush against your panties making you gasp.
"I meant what I said before, Y/N. I know what you crave. Everything that you tell Steven, I hear too, and I can give you what you want."
He taps his fingers against your panty-covered clit lightly, and you can't help the moan that falls past your lips. "What if someone hears us?"
He chuckles, "baby, it's nearly midnight. We're the only ones here."
The last of your resolve disappears when the suit's mask dissolves away revealing his face. You kiss him fiercely and he lets out a low growl as he pulls your panties to the side.
"You're soaked, princess," he mumbles against your lips before pinning your hands above your head with his free hand. "Gotta keep you still."
You whine at his authoritative tone, but before you're able to say anything, he plunges two fingers inside of you.
"O-Oh, fuck!"
"Yeah? You want another one, Y/N? Think you can take three?"
Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you nod and another moan is ripped from you as he pushes a third finger alongside the other two, pumping them fast.
"You're close already, I can feel it. My pretty, little Moonbeam's gonna cum isn't she?"
"Oh, god! Marc, I-I'm-"
He kisses you hard right as your orgasm crashes through you, swallowing your moans.
"Good girl, baby. Can't wait to feel this tight, little cunt around my cock."
Marc pulls away and you sag against the wall, panting softly. Never in your life have you cum that hard before, or that quickly. The soft fabric of his gloves felt insanely good, and you found yourself wanting to feel them again.
"Please...," you beg, and he silences you with another kiss before picking you up and holding you against the wall. Your legs wrap around his waist as he frees his cock from the confines of his suit.
"Mine," he growls as he pushes himself inside you to the hilt. Both of you groan in unison as he holds you up with ease.
Marc fucks you hard, his thick cock stretching you as his hand still holds your wrists above your head.
"Fuck, you feel incredible...My precious Moonbeam was made just for me. Weren't you, baby?"
"Yes! Oh, Marc...please don't stop, please!"
A groan rumbles in his chest, low and primal, as he sucks love bites into your neck.
"Gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to. Gonna litter your pretty skin with marks, baby girl."
You clench around him, feeling the familiar heat pooling low in your belly. The way he's talking to you, his confidence and possessiveness, and the way his cock hits your spot on every pass makes your head spin. You know you won't last like this, and the moment Marc reaches in between your bodies to rub tight, fast circles on your clit, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of bliss.
"That's right, Moonbeam. Cum. Cum all over my dick. Fuck, I can feel you squeezin' me. Come on, baby girl, let go for me."
His words send you falling over the edge, your lips moving against his with little finesse as you pant wetly against them. Marc grunts as his orgasm follows yours, thick ropes of his cum filling you.
The two of you stay like that for a moment before he sets you down on shaky legs. You fix your clothes and once Marc is finished getting dressed you smile softly at him as you lean in to kiss him again.
Just before your lips touch, the lights start to flicker and the walls begin to shake making you cling tightly to him.
"Marc! What's going on?! What's-"
"So, this is who you've chosen to distract yourself with, Spector." A deep, booming voice echoes throughout the room, but you don't see anything.
"Who said that?!" You bury your face in his chest, terrified something else might try to kill you today.
The shaking stops and Marc pulls you slightly back so he can look at you.
"Wait, you can hear him too?! Are you an avatar?"
"An avatar? Marc, what are you ta-" Suddenly, your eyes go wide as an enormous being appears in the doorway. It has to be at least eight feet tall, a bird skull is where its head should be, and it's holding a staff with what appears to be a crescent moon at the top.
You scream and look around for your gun, but Marc stops you.
"Whoa, hey, hey, it's alright. He's with me, Y/N. He's with us."
He turns around and positions himself in front of you anyway though, a deep scowl etched on his face, "What do you want, Khonshu?"
"You think because you helped me with one thing that I'm done with you? Don't forget who saved you, Marc. You're still indebted to me."
"We had a deal!", Marc growls.
"I'm aware, but we've still got work to do," Khonshu tilts his head so he can look at you, "and she's going to help us."
Your eyes widen, "me?! But I-"
"No! Absolutely not," Marc cuts you off as he steps towards him, "I'll help you, but she stays out of it. Don't involve her in this."
Khonshu chuckles deeply, "She doesn't have a choice."
"Like hell, she doesn't!"
"What do you mean, I don't have a choice?" You ask before stepping out from behind Marc. "What's going on?"
The bird-like being looks down at you, and you try not to be intimidated by how daunting he is.
"Do you have knowledge of Ammit?"
"Ammit? The devourer of souls?" You whisper. "But that's just a...a myth...right?
"Ah, it seems you're more competent than I thought. Good, you'll be of use quicker than I'd imagined."
Marc's voice cuts into your conversation before you can ask more questions, and you don't miss the hint of dread in it.
"Harrow's back, isn't he?"
Khonshu nods. "Yes, and he intends to unleash Ammit on the world." He pauses before pointing his staff towards you.
Hey love! I know you said that you’d be more than happy to write me a teacher! Chris fic and I finally thought of the idea for it :)
Reader is Chris’ daughter and has a medical condition that flares up from time to time so she struggles to focus with school and work etc and that struggle also loves to bring out her anxiety and chris always makes sure to look out for her. There are plans in place like her being allowed to have breaks, use headphones etc and have a pass to the sensory room that chris got out in for her and other kids who get overwhelmed or anxious and she has a bad morning so she’s not in her first lesson because of it and everyone is more than understanding but it gets her brain overthinking and overstimulated which in turn leads to a sensory overload and she has to go to the sensory room to calm down, after trying all of her other methods before leaving. Chris catches wind of her being there because he was notified since he wasn’t teaching and he goes and helps to calm her down, she was overstimulated because she had a migraine from the flare up and was in pain but it was masked by the anxiety so Chris calms her down and makes sure she gets some of her meds that he keeps in his class for her and it’s just comforting fluff and they talk about her feeling when she’s ready to and it’s just sweet. Then chris makes sure she doesn’t miss out on any of her work and let’s her sit in his classroom all day to try and get some of her work done :) ❤️
Hey, bby ❤️🥰 I really hope you like this! Thank you for sending me a request!
Title: You're Not Crazy
Pairing: Teacher!Chris Evans x Daughter!Reader
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1,651
Tags: Angst, fluff, domesticated!Chris Evans, vulnerability, school struggles, anxiety attack, sensory overload, stress, use of the sensory room, use of sensory swing, taking medicine, crying, feelings of being a burden, being overwhelmed, Chris is the sweetest.
Written For: @ultimatechrisbingo, @anyfandomangstbingo, @thebo3bingo, @anyfandomdarkbingo, and @comfortember
Square(s) Filled: I1 - Domesticated!Chris Evans for Ultimate Chris Bingo // I4 - "Am I a psycho?" for Any Fandom Angst Bingo // G3 - Vulnerability for The BO3 Bingo // B2 - School Struggles for Any Fandom Dark Bingo
Comfortember Day 18: Overwhelmed
Requested By: The amazing @chrisevansdaughter 🥰🥰❤️❤️
Beta(s): Just my old pal Grammarly
You groan at the beeping of your alarm clock and smack the snooze button with your hand. Even the thought of getting out of bed seems too much, let alone going to school.
It's nearing the end of the year which means finals, and as if that isn't overwhelming enough, you've also been struggling with your anxiety lately.
Your dad, Chris, is always there for you. You know he is. If you went downstairs and told him you aren't feeling well, you're certain he'll let you stay home from school, but that would mean having a bunch of makeup work. And that would only create more anxiety for you.
You sigh and throw the covers off of you before finally getting up to get dressed. The walk across your room takes more effort than normal and your hands shake as you struggle to find something in your closet to wear. The tingling in your legs, the burning in your throat, and the tightness in your chest are all too familiar as you sink to the floor.
Thick tears stream down your face as you struggle to control your breathing. There's no way you're going to make it to school on time, and that makes you even more upset. Even though your dad understands you have a medical condition, you're still afraid to let him down.
After all, he's all you have.
With a shaky hand, you unlock your phone and open your text conversation with him. He's probably prepping for his first-period class by now, and you hope your message doesn't interrupt him.
You: Hey, dad? I'm having a hard time this morning and wondered if I could come in a little later today. Maybe just an hour later?
Dad: Sure, of course, honey. Do you need me to come home?
You: No, I don't want you to miss your class. I'll be alright. I'll text you when I get to school, okay?
Dad: Okay, Y/N. Promise me you'll tell me if you need me though.
You: I promise.
You lock your phone and wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. All your life you've struggled with your health and for once, you just want to feel normal.
From the outside, you wouldn't even know that you're sick. You look normal, like the rest of the kids your age, but that couldn't be further from the truth.
The battles you fight every day are internal, and sometimes, like this morning, it feels like you're by yourself on an island. Like no one understands what you're going through, and it's times like this that make you feel completely and utterly alone.
Once you're able to catch your breath again, you stand up and grab a comfortable pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie before running a brush through your hair. If you're going to endure school today, then this is as dressed up as you're getting.
Grabbing your purse with all of your comfort items in it, you head out the door and make the short ten-minute trip. The parking lot is almost full when you get there, but you eventually find a spot pretty close to the front.
You shoot a quick text to your dad letting him know you're there and head to your first class. The halls are silent, other than the soft thud of your shoes hitting the tile, as you grab what you need from your locker.
All of your teachers are understanding whenever you come in late like this. Your doctor signed off on it as well, but the thought of walking into a room with everyone's eyes on you still makes knots form in your stomach.
You push through it and find your seat in the back of the room. Your friend passes you her notes for you to copy and you smile at her softly. Honestly, having everyone's support is a blessing. You couldn't imagine actually having to go through all of this alone.
About ten minutes into the lesson you feel your hands start to shake again. You squeeze your eyes shut and try one of your breathing exercises, but it doesn't work. Although, if you're being honest, they rarely ever do.
Everything seems twice as loud and your eyes can't seem to focus. It's been a while since you've had an episode this bad, so you grab your headphones out of your bag along with one of your fidget toys.
You're able to calm down a little, but it still isn't enough. Tears sting your eyes and you gather your things before walking up to your teacher's desk. She takes one look at you and quickly writes you a pass to the sensory room that your dad had made for you and other kids who need it.
You quickly walk down the hallway and keep your head down until you're safely inside the room that's helped you so many times.
Your dad had pitched the idea to the school board, advocating for students who have focusing issues, mental health disorders, autism, and other medical-related things. The superintendent approved it immediately, and soon one of the unused classrooms was turned into a fully functional sensory room.
A large, colorful area rug covers half of the white, tile floor, the lights are dimmed down and little stars and moons are projecting onto the walls and ceiling, there's a TV against one of the walls that's playing Disney movies softly on a loop along with a few bean bag chairs on the floor in front of it, a table with different colored lava lamps is on display on the opposite wall, and in one corner hangs your favorite feature, a sensory swing.
You set your bags down on the floor and lock the door so no one else comes in before climbing inside the teardrop-shaped swing. Once you close it the feeling of weightlessness takes over. It's dark, and you're finally able to let go of some of the stress and anxiety that's been swirling around in your chest.
A few minutes later, you hear the lock click on the door. Normally, you'd freak out, but you know it's your dad. He and the principal are the only two people who have keys to this room.
The door shuts behind him, and his soft, familiar voice fills the small room.
"Sweetheart? I got a call that you were in here and I wanted to check on you."
You don't say anything, but the lump in your throat gets bigger as he continues to talk.
"You don't need to come out of the swing, but can we talk about what happened? What's got you so overwhelmed, Y/N?"
You know he wants to help, and you love him so much for that. He's always been your rock. The one constant that's always been there for you. It's just hard to find the words right now, so you hope he understands when all you offer is one of your shaky hands as your answer.
Chris feels his heart constrict when he sees you reach one of your small hands out for him. He grabs one of the bean bag chairs and sits down on it before wrapping his big, warm ones around it.
"I'm here, honey. It's okay."
His gentle voice makes your lip tremble and the overwhelming need to hug him outweighs your anxiety. You open the swing and unceremoniously climb out before wrapping your arms around his neck.
"M'sorry..."
Chris shakes his head and rubs your back tenderly, "you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart."
You pull away and look into his concerned eyes. You hate when he worries, especially when you're the cause of it. He's done so much for you and maybe if you were normal things would be easier for him.
"But I do though. You're missing class, I-I’m going to have so much homework, not to mention I came in late today...and you're always worrying about me because of the way I am."
Fresh tears fall down your cheeks as you finally meet his eyes, "all I am is a burden."
Chris's heart shatters. He shakes his head and holds your face gently in his hands.
"Oh, Y/N...please don't think that. You're my daughter, my little girl no matter how old you get, and you'll never ever be a burden to me."
"I'm always making you worry and some days I can't even control my anxiety attacks," you say quietly. Your hands fidget in your lap as you pick at your fingernails, "am I... am I a psycho?"
Your dad tilts your head up so you're looking at him again.
"No. Don't ever think your crazy, honey. Anxiety, stress, depression...none of that makes you a psycho. All of these emotions you're feeling are valid, and I'm going to help you get better, okay?"
He reaches behind him and grabs a cup of water and a couple of bottles of medicine, "I brought you these along with your headache meds since I know you get those sometimes. Can you take these for me?"
You nod and once you're done he stands you both up.
"Do um...do I need to go and get all of my makeup work?"
Chris picks up your things by the door and leans down to kiss the top of her head.
"I've already got everything, honey. I thought you could sit in my classroom for the rest of today and get some work done at my desk. Does that sound okay?"
For the first time that day, you smile, "I think that will really help me, dad. Thank you."
"No need to thank me, Y/N. It's my job to make sure you feel safe."
You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him tight. You couldn't have asked for a better dad.
Tags: Smut, fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, friends to lovers, Natasha and Tony are plotting, kissing, oral sex (male receiving), implied voyeurism. Exhibitionism, forced proximity, explicit language, and I think that's it.
Written For: @comfortember, @stuckybingo, and @thebo3bingo
Square(s) Filled: O1 - Friends to Lovers for Stucky Bingo // B1 - Forced Proximity for BO3 Bingo
Day 5: Game Night
Beta(s): None
"You can't be serious, Natasha. Do you really think this is going to work?"
Tony leans against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyebrow raised quizzically.
"Well, we've tried everything else, Tony. They've been pining after each other for a hundred years so it's obvious neither one of them have the balls to make a move. I say we try it. I mean, what do we have to lose?"
He shrugs, "alright, but I'm not going in the closet with anyone. This is strictly meant for those two bone heads to finally...well...bone."
"Deal."
"F.R.I.D.A.Y. have everyone meet in the main common area in ten minutes please. And tell them I said no exceptions."
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"Okay, I'm sure you're all wondering why I've gathered you here." Tony gazes at all the curious faces and clears his throat, "we're gonna play a game. And yes, everyone has to participate, including you, Barnes."
Bucky grumbles and rolls his eyes, "whatever. Let's just get this over with so I can go back to my workout."
Natasha motions to the sitting area and grabs a bottle of water. "Everyone have a seat and we'll go over the rules."
She waits until everyone is sitting down and then sits cross-legged on the floor around them.
"Alright, so the way this is going to work is everyone is going to close their eyes. If I tap your shoulder, then you have to go into the coat closet for seven minutes together. And we all know how small that closet is, so you're gonna be close." She smirks, "and whatever happens...happens."
Steve shakes his head, "seriously, Natasha? What are we, fifteen?"
She waves him off, "okay, everyone close your eyes!"
Reluctantly, they do and she grins micheviously before walking around the circle of her friends. Tony, Clint, Bruce, Wanda, Steve, Bucky, and Vision all sat with their eyes shut as she carefully makes her way over to Bucky.
She taps his shoulder and he opens his eyes, glaring daggers at her as he stands. She puts a finger to her lips to shush him and he rolls his eyes before trudging over to the closet.
Natasha waits until he closes the door behind him and then goes over to tap Steve. He peeks up at her and she pushes him toward the closet, blocking him from seeing that his best friend isn't sitting where he was moments ago.
"In you go, Steve! See you in seven minutes," she sing songs and locks the door behind him.
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Steve huffs and feels around in the dark before practically falling forward into a hard chest. "Sorry," he mutters, "wait, Buck? Is that you?"
Bucky chuckles, "yeah, it looks like our friends have jokes."
Steve's eyes finally adjust to the dark and he realizes how close he is to his best friend. There's barely a few inches between them, and it makes his whole body heat up.
"Steve? Are you okay?"
He swallows thickly, his mouth suddenly very dry. "B-Buck I-..." He can't even form words, and they haven't even been in here for a minute. His eyes flick between Bucky's concerned ones and his lips and he isn't sure if it's their close proximity or if he's finally had enough of hiding his feelings, but whatever it is he just decides to go for it. "Fuck it."
He slams his mouth to his and kisses him like it's the last time he'll ever be able to, and to his surprise, Bucky kisses back. They finally break apart and Steve doesn't waste time gauging his reaction. There'll be time for that later. After all, they only have seven minutes.
Steve drops to his knees and looks up at him as he hooks his fingers in the hem of his sweats, "wanna taste you, Buck."
Bucky let's out a shaky breath, "...Steve."
He pulls them down far enough to free his cock and immediately takes him into his mouth. Bucky braces himself on the wall and groans, his knees wobbling when Steve takes him into his throat.
"Oh, fuck! Steve!"
He runs his tongue underneath his flared head and Bucky swears he's going to pass out.
"Oh, god...right there! Steve...baby, right there!"
He looks up at him again, taking him to the hilt and moaning at how beautiful and desperate his best friend sounds.
He pulls off of him and licks his lips, "Fuck my mouth, baby. Want you to cum before they come and get us."
Bucky’s eyes flutter closed as Steve closes his lips around him again, his hips thrusting forward over and over as he chases his high.
"Steve! Fuckfuckfuck!"
The combination of Steve's warm, wet mouth and the fact that he's sure everyone can hear them is enough for his orgasm to hit him quicker than he anticipated. Bucky's whole body shakes as he cums down his throat.
Steve takes everything he's given and stands up, tucking Bucky back into his sweats. He smiles and kisses him softly.
He chuckles, "been wanting to do that since the forties."
"What um...what took you so long?"
Steve opens his mouth to answer, but the lock clicks before he can. Natasha opens the door and smirks knowingly.
"Sounds like you two had a good time."
Bucky snorts and reaches for the door knob, "yeah, and if you guys don't want another free show then you should leave."
"Yeah? You two finally done being love sick for each other?"
Steve laughs and Bucky looks over at him, biting his lip.
"I don't know. I'm gonna need another seven minutes just to be sure."
Summary: A typical morning on the beach ends with the promise of more.
Bingo Squares: Idiots in Love @thebo3bingo // idiots in love - resa’s 3k // mutual pining spnfluffbingo // sparks fly @anyfandomfluffbingo
Words: 1352
Warnings: Idiots in love
Credits: @ryebecca for the gorgeous moodboard header // @princessmisery666 for the beta
A/N: Originally, Jess asked for Honeymoon Harrison but I have a honeymoon idea with Beau so she gets idiots in love. And boy are they idiots. They’re lucky they have Chloe.
A/N 2: The Murlocs is a real band (are a real band?). They do a lot of surf rock if that’s what you’re into!
The Hawaiian sun beat down upon the sand, heating up the early morning as it rose. Harrison rode wave after wave while his sister, Chloe, lounged on the shore with a cup of coffee and a book. The beach was sparsely populated, a few other surfers, a few other loungers, a few people jogging. Harrison broke the surface after wiping out, shaking the water out of his hair and catching a glimpse of the girl that worked across the street from the record shop, Rachel, taking a few pictures of the sunrise.
He trudged through the waves to the shore, his eyes focused on the photographer. He stood his board in the sand next to Chloe and faced the sea. His gaze kept wandering to Rachel as she made her way towards them. He had been eyeing her for weeks, seeing her in the bookshop window across the street, grinning shyly when Cooper called him out.
Chloe was not immune to the gaze of her brother. She knew he had a thing for Rachel and she knew that it was reciprocated. She’d tried to encourage him to ask her out daily but he always insisted that he had no idea what she was talking about. There was one sure-fire way to get him to agree, though. “Are you up for a challenge?” Chloe asked with a smirk.
“Always,” Harrison replied enthusiastically as he faced her.
“Go ask Rachel out.”
“Uh, no,” he refused, turning his gaze back to the sunrise. “I don’t want to disturb her.”
“When have you ever disturbed her? You go into the shop like four times a week just to see her.”
“I do not. I go to look for a book,” he denied, crossing his arms over his chest, refusing to look over at his sister.
“You have never bought a book in your life.”
“I read! Comics. Sometimes.”
“First of all, I never said you didn’t read. Secondly, you made my point. You go into the shop to see her all the time. Why not go talk to her now?” Chloe pressed her brother for more information, noticing the way his gaze darted over to Rachel before quickly returning to the sunrise.
“I…she’s busy.”
“Harrison, you’re an absolute moron,” Chloe sighed.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you’re absolutely head over heels in love with her but you won’t ask her out.”
“She doesn’t like me like that.” His shoulders slumped and his head drooped and Chloe saw just how much he believed that.
“God, you really are stupid. Do you think it’s a coincidence that she leaves at the same time as you every day? That she lets you walk her to her street? That she spends her lunch break in the shop with you? That she has never once told you she’s too busy to talk when you go into the shop, even when she’s with a customer? She’s in love with you, too!”
“She is not,” he insisted as he turned back towards her.
“Oh my god,” she muttered with a roll of her eyes. “Hey, Rachel,” Chloe yelled, fully irritated with the amount of stupidity Harrison was displaying.
Harrison tried to shush his sister but Rachel was already heading over.
“Hey guys,” she chirped, “what’s up?”
“Chloe, don’t,” Harrison hissed.
“We have two tickets to see The Murlocs tonight and I can’t go. Would you want to go with Harrison?”
“I’d love to! They’re one of my favorite bands,” Rachel smiled.
“Chloe!” Harrison exclaimed quietly as he stepped up behind her, his leg pulled back by the tether on his surfboard.
“The show starts at eight,” Chloe continued, lifting her hand to cover her brother’s protests. “How about you meet him at the record store at six and he can take you on a dinner date before your concert date?”
Rachel suppressed a giggle when she saw how red Harrison’s face had gotten. His beautiful blue eyes were wide with surprise and when they met hers, Rachel ducked her head and bit her lip before turning her attention back to Chloe. “I would love to.”
“Perfect.” Chloe jotted down Harrison’s number on a piece of paper and thrust it into Rachel’s hand. “I’ll make sure he looks like an adult.”
“It’s fine,” Rachel insisted. “I like the down to earth look anyway.” This time, Rachel held Harrison’s gaze with a shy smile for a moment before giving them a slight wave and walking away, looking back to see Harrison staring after her with a huge grin.
She turned the corner and Chloe elbowed her brother, facing him with a knowing smirk. “I told you so.”
“Uh huh,” he replied automatically. His brain was already detailing ways to make this the first of many memorable evenings for them.
At five minutes to six, Rachel turned the corner to the block the record shop was on and froze. “I can’t do this,” she muttered, “this is just a joke. A prank. He didn’t even say - No.” She took a deep breath and stepped forward. “It’s not a joke. It’s real. It will be amazing. I get to see The Murlocs and have dinner with the hottie I’ve been eyeing for weeks.”
As soon as she made it to the shop, the door swung open and Harrison stepped out wearing khaki shorts and a white henley, an outfit that not only looked fantastic on him but went well with her jeans and The Murlocs tee. A lopsided grin adorned his face as he walked the few steps towards her.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he admitted, “Chloe is kind of pushy at times.”
“If you’re not okay with this, I -”
“No, that’s not it at all!” he interrupted, his ocean blue eyes widening. “I’ve, uh, god how do I say this without sounding creepy?” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and cleared his throat before continuing. “I’ve been kinda watching you from the record shop.”
“That’s not supposed to sound creepy?”
“I don’t mean it creepily. At first it was because you were pretty, which you definitely still are but you’re also really interesting. Every day you have a different book and it’s never the same genre. You’ve always got a smile on your face when you’re dealing with customers and you interact with the kids and -”
“Harrison, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain why you were watching,” she giggled. “We work across the street from each other. It’s not like I didn’t notice you, too.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. I mean, you’re pretty hard to miss.”
“So Chloe’s right, then.”
“Right about what?”
“That you like me, too.”
“Yes, she’s right.”
“I guess I owe her a thank you.”
“Can we go out first?”
“How about we skip to the end?”
“Oh?”
Harrison closed the distance between them and lifted her chin with his finger, ducking down to capture her lips softly, his own mouth moving tentatively against hers. Her eyes fluttered shut and her hands rested gently on his chest as she leaned in to the kiss. The moment came to a natural end and neither of them moved, both committing the moment to memory before their eyes opened slowly.
“Wow,” he whispered, “that was better than I imagined.”
“I’m glad I could live up to expectations.”
Harrison chuckled and stepped back, letting his hand fall from her chin.
“So this is the end of the date?” she repeated with a smirk.
“I didn’t mean -”
“Good, because there’s no way I’m missing that show.”
“Is that all I’m good for? Tickets to a show?” he gasped, his hand slapping his chest in mock offense.
“What am I? Shallow?” she scoffed. “I get dinner, too.”
He laughed, a deep sound rising from his chest making him throw his head back. “That’s right, you were promised dinner.”
“I was promised dinner and a show with you,” she clarified, “but if you’re not up to the challenge.”
“Oh no, I’m up for the challenge. Just making sure you were okay with the terms.”
