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⠀ ♡͝ ⠀ִ⠀ֹ⠀ detective’s best friend.⠀ ✴⠀.⠀ clark kent smut. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋮⠀minors do not interact.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.   　˚⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　. 　 ˚　⠀⠀ ⠀✦⠀⠀ .⠀⠀⠀.

pairing ꒲ clark kent x fem!reader. wordcount ꒲ 3.6k. warning box ꒲ nsfw content, meaning: minors aren’t allowed to interact or read this. also contains: slightly dirty talk, praise kink, oral sex / cunningulus / tongue fucking, fingering, nipple sucking, hard language, body worship and kinda aftercare, maybe, i don’t know. :p

♥︎ synopsis. since crime seemed to be rising in the city, you, as a detective, have been assigned by metropolis police department to discover the beginning of it all. but, for that, there’s one condition: working with superman himself. you discovered who he was during that time, it wasn’t difficult and then, you became coworkers — as you called it, but he liked more: detective’s best friend.

♥︎ mai’s diary notes. this little thing has been sitting in my drafts alone for a while now, so i rewrote some parts and decided to post it! also, don’t forget to check out my masterlist and my new reader: miss possessive! bye, bye!

it wasn’t a friendship, nor a familiarity, it was probably nothing more than work, it wasn’t the first nor the last time that superman would help the authorities, but honestly, helping a detective with such a good nose for lies as you was a complete disaster. his eyes widened the second you called him clark and he noticed that you knew everything and didn’t even have to go that far. what was simple for you wasn’t simple for other people, luckily, or he would’ve been really screwed.

almost seemed like he had become your guard dog, outside the walls of your apartment you used a strong name to refer to him, superman, but inside he was just himself, with the glasses he insisted on wearing even though they no longer had any effect on you. but, that didn’t mean you were friends, no, coworkers was more... appropriate — it was you who thought this, not him.

“you’re going to have serious back problems if you keep sitting hunched over in that chair checking the same old files for... what? four hours?” he came up behind you, by your front door and didn’t even bother to announce himself, he did this every night — just to check if you hadn’t freaked out yet. “did you eat something? drink water? took a shower?”

your eyes didn’t move from your laptop screen, sometimes it even scared him how you forgot to blink when you were following a train of thought inside your perfectly brilliant mind. clark never doubted that you didn’t even need his help, but just in case, if your manual skills failed, he would be there for you. “yeah, mom,” you scoffed, pointing to a box of what looked like noodles and two cans of energy drinks. “i’m perfectly fine.”

he almost wanted to roll his eyes at the image he saw, but he held back, just finding you clearly irresponsible with your own health when you put your work before it. “perfectly fine if you were immortal, at the very least.” he muttered under his breath before walking over and cleaning up your mess of noodles and energy drink on the counter. “i’ll make you real food, go take a shower, a good one.”

when you ignored him, he approached you from behind and quickly picked you up as if you were nothing but dust to him. he put you over his shoulder and took you to the bathroom. “i’m not asking.” he was being pretty serious, your muttered curses didn’t change anything for him. he just placed you inside the bathtub, clothes and all, and turned on the shower before getting out while closing the door behind him.

just as you figured out he was clark kent without trying too hard, he also figured out some interesting things about you. despite your sharp and focused mind, you were negligent with yourself, it wasn’t hard to notice this when he lost count of how many times he had to remind you to take care of yourself and put work aside, even if only for a short moment — a robot would be less negligent with itself than you, who completely forgot about your own life when you were focused on doing what you do best, investigating.

even so, you didn’t put labels on your relationship with clark, he didn’t quite understand, and probably neither did you. as he grew more and more fascinated by you, your intelligence and your undeniable beauty, you seemed to want to push him away, to want everything between you to be just about a coworkers kind of thing when he spent more time at your house than at his. it wasn’t a forced coworker relationship when he literally combed your hair while you ate cereal in the morning, the cereal he put in the bowl for you when you wake up.

frustrating? maybe, a little. but, he didn’t blame you for being afraid to let someone in, a lot of people had that when other people couldn't get out without breaking the lock.

while you were taking the shower he forced you, clark prepared a simple and quick meal, but it was definitely much tastier than boxed noodles and energy drinks, he assured himself of that, at least. “breakfast for dinner?” your eyebrows raised a little in curiosity as you walked back into the kitchen, drying your hair with a dark blue towel while dressed in comfortable pajamas that he found undeniably cute on you.

“breakfast for dinner.” he confirmed, pulling out the chair for you to sit down. it was the pancake recipe his mom used to made when he was a kid back in smallville, there was a fond memory in it that he was sharing with you the second he made those pancakes and watched you taste them. “is it good?” clark questioned curiously, even though he had already seen a relieved sigh escape you, something you did whenever you ate something delicious.

“yeah, like... best pancakes of my life, i guess.” you grumbled, enjoying every bite you put in your mouth. it was so simple and made perfect sense, it was just good, not just good, it was great — definitely comfort food, it tasted like it. “this is much better than boxed noodles, thank you.”

the frustration only faded from him when he watched you more closely than he already did, smiling when you thanked him and seemed so genuinely grateful to have him around. “you’re welcome, love.” he gave your shoulder a gentle, affectionate squeeze. “after i wash the dishes, do you want to watch something? you need to stop working so much, so... i don’t know.”

you even thought about denying it and saying that you needed to keep checking those files on your laptop, but you looked around first. your apartment was clean, organized, he had given you real food and cared enough about everything you didn’t do, and couldn’t you just watch a single movie with him? it didn’t feel right, none of it really felt right, you just felt a tightness in your chest saying "yes", but you would feel the same if you said "no".

silencing your thoughts was the only option, chewing the piece of pancake in your mouth more slowly before swallowing it and nodding in agreement, you saw him lighting up again with a sweet, awkward smile. “you can choose the movie.” you said again, looking away from his face to stare at the pancakes in front of you, just trying to keep your own mind silent.

when you sat down on the couch to wait for him — who was still in the kitchen, probably popping microwave popcorn by the noise — you noticed the movie he had chosen. “lady bird, clark?” you questioned him.

“was saved in your favorite movies, i liked the cover.” he answered you as he approached, holding a bowl full of butter popcorn as you assumed. clark sat down next to you and placed the bowl between you, resting one arm on the back of the couch, almost behind your shoulders.

you huffed softly, rolling your eyes as you grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into your mouth. “you were supposed to choose a new movie, not choose a movie you know i’ll like.” your complaint made him shrug, as if he had already anticipated you would say that.

“well, princess, i’ve never seen this before and it looks really interesting, so...” he gave you a smug smile. “we’re watching it. it’ll be fun, you’ll see... i mean, look at it, it’s clearly a great movie.”

you had no doubt that it would be a great movie, you knew it was because you had already watched enough to almost start to know the lines, but it was an experience to see him watching this and understanding that this was one of your favorite movies, what you really liked to watch. however, the movie wasn’t even close to ending when you noticed him taking away the bowl of popcorn from between you, moving a little closer, slowly, thinking you were focused more on the screen than on his moves.

what could you have done? move away a little, make it clear that you had noticed his proximity, but you didn’t do anything you thought. on the other hand, you knew he noticed the change in your breathing, the way your heart raced just by the smirk on his lips as he pretended to pay attention to the movie. “you’re not paying attention to the masterpiece right in front of you.” your words made his blue eyes meet yours almost immediately, appearing darker, with the pupils slightly dilated.

“yes, i am. but, in the masterpiece by my side.” he whispered, his voice sounding a little huskier than you were used to, making you look away as quickly as you looked at him before. “look at me. please, love?”

normally, you wouldn’t obey so easily, but something about the way he called you love — something he did quite often — felt different at that moment, maybe it was the intensity with which he was saying it. “good,” that small sweet smile appeared again, you completely forgot about the movie, especially when you felt his long fingers caressing your chin. “i just want you to know that i’m not doing all this because i think that’s how i’m going to win you over, if i ever do. i’m doing this because i care about you, i really care.”

your silence didn’t faze him, he knew you would be silent upon hearing what he said. you were silent over smaller things than that, any language of affection that was a little too clear left you uncertain, he didn’t fully know why yet, but he understood that it was your feelings and how your mind worked. “i like being around you, detective. even though you’re a self-neglecting know-it-all, you’re the prettiest and smartest self-neglecting know-it-all i know.”

it was a bit too much, you didn’t physically blush, but you blushed internally, having to look away to understand what had just been said. but, then, your voice came out, like a thought that shouldn’t have escaped, but did. “can i kiss you?” you froze immediately, almost wanting to take back what you said, the problem is that you wanted what you said and this only increased your internal confusion.

clark was a little surprised, he wasn’t going to deny it, but he felt warm knowing that, even if you didn’t say it out loud, what he felt for you was what you felt for him and just hadn't understood it totally yet. “you can do whatever you want...” he almost purred, pulling you effortlessly onto his lap, right on top of his thick, muscular thighs. “and i mean it.”

it was a little peck, shy and a little confused, you just gently pressed your lips against his when you felt that you were sitting right on top of him, but it excited him in ways he couldn’t explain. his hands wrapped around your neck, so delicately, as if you were a little doll he was afraid of breaking, he used his thumbs to caress your soft skin before connecting your lips to his again, without rushing, a real, longer kiss.

nothing like just a kiss, it was something beyond that, it was like feeling like this should have happened from the beginning, that this was meant to be between you. his hands tightened around your neck a little more, bringing your face even closer to his, feeling your warmth and loving it, when he used his tongue to ask for entry, intensifying what felt like the first moment of relaxation you’d had in weeks — thanks to him.

every second felt hotter, his hands went down, finding your hips and kneading them at the same time as his slightly swollen lips went down your neck, giving you goosebumps, making you give in more and more to the pleasure he offered you. “you’re still tense...” he whispered against your neck, squeezing your hips again, his fingers moving back and forth in the grip. “can i make you relax, detective? please.”

there was no way to deny him anything, not when he whispered against your skin, squeezing you and showing you that he could do so much more than just be your forced coworker who spent more time with you than with everyone else, that he could be your personal hero — if you wanted him to be. when you nodded, he nipped at your skin before sucking and licking it, leaving a carefully red mark there, just a reminder so you would remember him when you looked in the mirror.

clark loved to see the expression on your face, the tension you displayed as your body seemed to slowly fall under the spell of his touch. it felt new, different, he was in love with everything that means you and he would show it, in his own way, the way you deserved.

he gently pushed you aside, making you lie on your back on the couch with your legs over his lap. he massaged your feet tenderly, sending little shivers through your body before his touch moved up your shins, then your knees, and finally, your thighs. your sleeping shorts reached the middle of your thighs and his fingers pushed the hem up, very lightly, caressing the skin underneath, wanting to feel the softness under his fingertips. “can you give me your hand?”

at first, you didn’t understand his request, but even so, you raised one of your hands and let him take it in his. clark was being soft, gentle, looking at you with desire and affection as he left a brief kiss on your fingers. he had a plan, but he wanted it to come together, not be awkward, he wanted to create the moment.

while holding your hand with the same hand that previously caressed your thigh, he used the other to pull down your sleeping shorts, without rushing, letting you freely have the option to stop him. you didn’t stop him, but lifted your hips so he could take off your piece of clothing without hindrance and that was all he needed to see to be even more sure of your consent. he was pleased, wanting to make sure you were as pleased as he was.

“you’re gorgeous, you know? so... gorgeous.” he whispered, appreciating you, savoring you with his eyes before caressing the strap of your panties, running his finger underneath, then over, teasing you a little. “i want to give you what you deserve, all of it.” he sealed his lips over your fingers again.

without lingering too long, clark pulled your panties down, but he didn’t take them off you, he left them there, just moving them enough so he had the perfect view of your hidden paradise. you weren’t wet yet, but he would make sure you were soon, it was just a matter of time. “you need to give your body what it needs when it gets like this, love...” he hoped you knew what that meant. “and i want to know where and how you need it. can you show me?”

those darkened, piercing blue eyes looked at you expectantly, he placed his hand hovering over your bare pussy, wanting you to show him how it pleased you — so he could see and please you exactly how you wanted. “show it to me, darling, i promise i won’t let you do it alone.” promise was a debt, he didn’t break his, he was focused on you and nothing else.

when your index finger began to search for your clit and gently caress it, clark smirked, enjoying the view as he lay down so that his head was on your thigh, watching everything carefully. he wanted to learn where you liked it, and he would enjoy every second of the teaching you gave him.

he didn’t say anything for the first few minutes, letting you find your own rhythm, get used to the fact that he was there, seeing you in that situation, before turning his face a little and start leaving little kisses on the inside of your thigh. “don’t stop, keep moving your sweet digit... i’m just appreciating you.” he continued with the kisses, letting you take care of yourself the way you wanted first.

when he noticed that you were increasing the speed at which you were stroking yourself a little, clark grabbed your wrist. “i’ll just give you a little help.” as he removed your finger from your clit, he placed it inside his mouth, licking it slightly before putting it back in place. “keep going, princess, let me learn.”

he watched you with desire and appreciation, following the way you moved your finger, sinking it a little between your folds and penetrating just the tip into your entrance, just to better spread your juices all over your pretty pussy. it was a sight he would never forget, nor did he want to, it was beautiful and so raw, so natural. he wanted to be part of your glorious moment, but for now, he contented himself with leaving small kisses and caressing your skin.

however, suddenly, you stopped, taking his hand in yours, just like he had done with you previously. “i’m letting you learn.” you whispered huskily, placing his index finger gently pressed against your sensitive clit. without saying anything else, you left your own finger on his, showing him how he should do it. it felt even better when his digit was a little rougher and bigger than yours, making you wetter, more sensitive to it than before. “you get the hang of it quickly... good boy.”

the nickname stirred something in him, making him growl softly as he pressed his finger a little harder against your intimacy, the gasp that escaped you made him... proud of what he was doing. when your finger pulled away from his and allowed him to make his own rhythm, clark used his other hand to spread your legs a little further, massaging your clit with slightly more pressure on the tip of his finger. “let me hear your sweet little sounds.” he left a gentle kiss against the inside of your thigh, giving you his full attention.

he was restrained at first, letting you get used to the sensitivity of having someone else do it for you after a while — but, when he noticed that you seemed comfortable with the situation, he slowly replaced his finger with his tongue, interspersing the two in a way that ensured you wouldn’t be bored for even a single second. your almost silent murmurs and the way you arched your back every now and then when he hit a particularly nice spot were like a victory to him. if you opened your eyes, even slightly, you would see that his never left you, your face, or your whole pleasure.

clark wanted to show you that he was here whenever you needed him, even if that meant moral support... or a helping hand between your legs when you were too tired. he would give you the moon if you said you wanted it. “you’re so pretty like that, love...” he whispered, pulling his tongue away from your pussy before slowly running it between your folds again — using his fingers to spread them far enough apart so he could run his tongue through each little space. “you’re so pretty every time.”

your moans became noticeable as his tongue combined with his finger made you more needy, more breathless with the pleasure that grew in your core. “clark...” the way you called his name felt more like a hidden desire. your fingers moved down towards the hem of your blouse, slipping underneath the fabric until you found your own breast and squeeze it, massaging your aching nipple with lust. the sight was like catching fire, clark was starting to feel the symptoms of delirium, his pants feeling like a cage.

“don’t do this to me...” he whimpered against your pussy, the tip of his nose gently rubbing there before he trailed kisses like he did with your thigh earlier. the kisses went up, while his fingers went down, pressing against your wet entrance as the kisses went up your stomach, using his own face to push your blouse up. “i can take care of that for you too.”

he gave your hand a playful nibble, making you pull it away from your breast. “tell me if something feels wrong, yeah?” he pressed a soft kiss against your lips before bringing his same reddened lips to your breast. he ran his tongue over your hardened nipple, taking it into his mouth to nibble lightly, at the same time he placed a single finger inside you, slowly taking it as far as it could go.

your breath caught in your throat as you gasped again, one hand gently caressing the back of his neck as he sucked and nibbled on your nipple like a starving man — but, while at it, his eyes never left yours, just like before, not even when he was down there, nor now that your faces were closer, he found it impossible to look away from you. dear god, he was lost in your eyes, in your beautiful face contorted with pleasure.

his finger come in and out of you in a slow, smooth rhythm, almost delirious if you didn’t trying to take a breathe each time you felt his teeth nibbling on your nipple. he was still being gentle with you, letting you get fully used to his touch when he could be so much more than just that, he could make you whimper as he pressed himself into your tight heat, but he wouldn’t do that, not yet.

“fuck...” he inserted another finger, slowly, watching your reaction of momentary discomfort, biting your own lower lip nervously before starting to move your hips as you welcomed his new finger inside you. “go faster... please?”

how could he say no to you when you looked so beautiful and so fuckable looking at him like that? don’t get him wrong, but he was... weak when it came to you. he didn’t say anything, nothing but a small smirk appearing on the corner of his lips as he increased the speed at which he used both fingers inside you, feeling how sloppy you already were. clark returned to his starting position, between your legs, little kisses peppering your inner thigh, the view was the best in the whole world.

“you’re so sweet, you know?” he grunted, taking his eyes off your face only to lay his head on your thigh again and watch as his fingers went in and out of you. “i could eat you out every day... maybe i want to eat you out every day.” a chuckle escaped him, blue eyes on you again. “i want it again now.”

he didn’t even wait for you to acknowledge what he was talking about, about eating you out again, he just buried his face between your thighs and while his fingers fucked you deep, his tongue licked and sucked your clit once more. your legs almost closed, but he didn't let you go, looking at you with a small disapproval and that same smirk, damn him. “don’t be like that, detective... i’m just giving you what you need.” he whispered, running the tip of his tongue slowly over your sensitive bud. “pretty girls deserve to come nice and sweet, don’t they?”

he practically devoured your pussy, sucking everything his tongue could reach while you writhed on the couch, which made him just put his two fingers deeper inside you. “and when you come,” he pressed a kiss against your heat. “i’ll make sure you’re really satisfied as every princess deserves.”

you were already on the edge after that, dripping and gasping every time his fingers touched your sweet spot and he intensified, only to see you trying to fight the urge to whimper. clark longed to see you break down in front of his eyes, to see the woman who was always so focused and serious becoming a mess of pleasure because he made her like that on any given night, was all he could think about. he knew you wanted to come, it wasn’t hard to tell when you seemed to be feeling every little touch deeply.

he went faster, his tongue almost fucking you the same way his fingers did inside you. your pussy was begging for it, begging for release and you needed to let go, he knew you wouldn’t resist for that long and he was right. “clark... hmghm... i’m...” you tried to speak, but it was as if you were overwhelmed with too many sensations spreading through your body. after so long without doing anything, you should’ve expected it to get like this.

i know, i know, he thought. devouring your pussy that squeezed his fingers nice and deep, he wanted to make sure you didn’t forget that he was always available to make you feel exactly that same way again and again. your climax reached its peak, your toes curling as one of your hands landed in his hair, getting lost in the dark locks as your moans just came out, not really loud, but definitely uncontrollable. clark fingered you harder, running his tongue down the length of your heat, making you feel him in every part of you as you came in his tongue. “there you are...” he whispered huskily, his tongue flicking over your wet entrance as he pulled his fingers out of you, a trail of your cum following his fingers out. “pretty girl.”

clark wasted no time in sucking his own fingers, feeling the sweet taste that for him was like an undeniable victory. then, he looked at you, noticing the small beads of sweat that formed timidly on your forehead, your chest rising and falling rapidly and your legs soft as jelly. “are you okay, love?” he questioned you, laying his head on your chest as he caressed your hip.

you nodded in agreement, still trying to find the right words to deal with what had just happened. the movie was over, the credits had rolled, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get the image of clark kent with his head right between your legs out of your mind, it was as good a sight for you as much as it was for him. “sleep here tonight.” you grumbled, your hand landing on the back of his neck. “i’ll make you waffles tomorrow morning... with eggs and bacon.”

he noticed that this was an effort to thank him and he actually appreciated it, although he thought you didn’t need to thank him. “yeah, i liked the sound of that...” he moved his face up a little further, leaving a gentle kiss against the skin of your neck. “but, i can always help you... i won’t miss the opportunity to cook with you.”

you rolled your eyes for a moment, understanding why he was who he was, superman. “fine.” you agreed a little reluctantly. “i think you might be my best friend now, i don’t know, it’s a good title, isn’t it?”

he lifted his face from your neck, leaving another gentle kiss against your jaw. “detective’s best friend, huh?” he tested the title in his tongue. “yeah, as long as i can keep kissing you, hugging you, and doing things that best friends definitely don’t do with each other, that’s fine by me.”

©⠀𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐙𝐓, 2025.⠀don’t use my work without my consent.

[faiszt]

Hi I was wondering if we could get another Bob Reynolds headcanon x reader thing maybe like a size kink cuz the actor is 6'0 and muscular. Please and thank you 🙏🏼

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he licked his lips silently as you compared your hand to his, laughing and chattering about how big his hand was compared to yours—which, honestly, was quite little—and how cute it looked when bob was such a big man. “your hand must be the size of my head!” you said, still laughing as you held his hand between your two smaller ones.

some time ago, this wouldn’t have affected him, but now, at this moment, it was completely different. bob had been paying a certain amount of attention to your size, to how small you were compared to him, not just your hands, but your whole self. especially when he cuddled with you and you almost disappeared in his arms, that was... something he had never paid attention to, but it was getting to him.

“i’m way too big for you, aren’t i, little thing?” he grumbled hoarsely, his eyes darting from the way your hands played with his to your face lying on his chest. lying on top of him, you still looked smaller and by god’s sake, it wasn’t healthy what this was doing to his mind.

little thing. he gave you that nickname and used it constantly, even around the others, which always got a few laughs and made him tease you a little more. “i should start calling you big boy.” the new nickname made him let out a low groan, making you laugh when you realized that you had found a way to tease him the same way he did to you.

“don’t give me that big boy thing...” he almost pouted for a moment before tossing you a little to the side and making you lie on your back on the mattress, climbing over you. “you’re the little thing here and only you.” bob couldn’t help but notice the way he could keep you immobile beneath him so easily, just one hand of his would be enough to hold both your wrists and you wouldn’t even complain about it.

“well, do you intend to do anything about it or...?”

damn teasing. you should’ve known better than to say that to him—not when he hadn’t touched anyone like he really wanted to in so long. touch-starved, you could tell by the way he was forcing himself inside you. there you are, legs wrapped around his hips and nails scratching the skin in his back beneath the hoodie, the worst part was that you were enjoying this more than you thought you really would.

bob couldn’t control himself, he needed this. the way you said he wouldn’t fit and he still forced himself inside your sweet pussy, so tight around his cock to the point where he was whimpering as much as you were. “qui-quiet...” he nibbled on your shoulder between thrusts, one hand snaking over your mouth just to make sure you wouldn’t moan too loudly at any moment.

but, he could still hear your mumbling against his palm and it only caused to make him harder, burying his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin as he tried to keep himself quiet. the marks you would have in your neck tomorrow weren’t a concern now, but rather getting every inch of him inside you.

maybe, you were right in calling him a big boy. he might be big, but he was still a boy, acting all dominant, but losing it the second his cock felt too big for your little pussy. you were squeezing him so tightly that he could barely form a coherent sentence, just moaning and panting against your skin, licking and sucking it in his failed attempts to not be loud.

“f-fuck, you feel so... so... good,” he whispered, drawn out and muffled, against your ear, taking his hand away from your mouth, still thrusting into you hard. “i wanna come for you... inside you... please...” bob was just a completely mess, like you. the hand that was previously on your mouth moving down to find the hem of his hoodie, which he held up a little higher.

his intention was to feel you and also make you feel every single inch of him in those last moments, he wanted to sink into you every day, every hour, but he could settle for just a few days a week. he was making it worth it, stretching you open around his huge cock, making you delirious with it and making himself delirious with the sensation.

your orgasm came seconds before his and he caught a glimpse of the satisfaction on your face, it was enough to intensify his pleasure, leaving him limp above you as his thick jets filled you and left him in a limbo of momentary drowsiness. he knew he shouldn’t have gone so deep with it and he felt a little bad, he was afraid of hurting you.

“i’m sorry, little thing, did i hurt you?” he whispered softly like a lullaby, looking a little worried that he had done more than he should’ve. bob pulled out of you slowly, stroking your thigh, his eyes fixed on yours for any signs. “are you okay? did i do too much?”

you were a little tired and out of breath, still dealing with the aftermath of what had just happened, but you noticed the clear concern on his face and the gentle touch on your thigh, as if he was still trying to apologize for something he didn’t even need to. “it’s okay... i liked it, no need to apologize,” your words made him let out a relieved sigh before pressing a peck against your lips, keeping his face close to yours. “did you like it?”

“yeah.” he didn’t even think before answering, he just smirked silly, his hand on your thigh squeezing some of the skin. “i wanna do it again... and again...” then, he pressed another peck against your lips. “actually, can we do it again? like... now.”

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01.⠀PROLOGUE⠀꒰ summary ꒱⠀ ❛❛ good men die too, so i’d rather be with you. ❜❜ he looks like he works with his hands and smells like marlboro reds⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀never be tempting, never show more than you should, never stop being modest and respectful, the words you heard daily from your mother. you did all that, you were everything your parents polished, until he came into your life. the pastor’s son, robert—or, as he was affectionately nicknamed, bob. the kind of trouble your mother warned you to stay away from, but what could you do when trouble had such a pretty face?⠀ ⠀⠀PLAYLIST

·⠀୨୧⠀·⠀contains⠀:⠀mentions of religion / god topics. age gap ꒰ all characters are of legal age ꒱⠀mentions of cheating. mommy issues. pastor’s son!bob x younger naive!reader.⠀no use of y/n ⠀·⠀ꕀ⠀·⠀ wordcount⠀:⠀2.2k.

·⠀୨୧⠀·⠀diary notes⠀:⠀this is inspired by “ the starling girl ” and i think it’s pretty easy to notice it. ⠀ anyway, this is also my first time writing a series, so... enjoy it! ♡

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YOUR EYES were so fixed on the pastor that you didn’t really listen to him, you just stared at him, without blinking, your mind was somewhere else, although your body was there. sitting next to your mother in the church pew, you sighed, noticing how it felt like a sin to think about what you were thinking.

god knows how you would never be a bad girl. the crosses scattered around your house reminded you of who you would always be: a good christian girl, the one who listens to her parents, who respects the laws of christianity and who makes her life a temple of worship for the lord. there was nothing beyond that, or maybe they didn’t want you to know whether there was or not.

it doesn’t matter. what will you do? run away to another state? how? taking a train should be hard enough.

but, since he came into your life, your instinct to escape from the customs has practically become null. robert reynolds, the reason you prayed for god to take away the temptation. wanting a man you couldn’t have not even in your dreams was like wishing you could have bitten into the forbidden fruit.

sin.

your thoughts were thrown into disarray when you felt icy fingers pinching your arm, your mother looking at you as if you had committed a crime by simply staring. “blink your eyes, it’s rude to look at people like that.” she whispered, trying to make you understand what was right—although different people had different concepts of right or wrong, you didn’t, your mother knew what was best for you.

you did it, you blinked and looked away. looking at your feet and the little heels you wore, the highest allowed, just enough to make you look like a well-behaved and demure young lady with your dress below the knees and covered at the shoulders. no low-cut tops, shorts, tight or ripped clothes, there was nothing more important than looking respectful inside and outside the lord’s house.

if it weren’t a little strange it would be funny that you don’t know many people your own age, or even many people outside the community. no way, what could you learn from people like that? just friends from church, your parents made it clear. which, in a nutshell, meant you didn’t have many friends.

at least, you could say that the old ladies talked to you often when they weren’t trying to marry you off to some boy who made your stomach turn just by looking at him.

“mrs. reynolds would like your help in choosing the choir songs for next weekend. go talk to her, yes?” the cold fingers that your mother had always had now gently tapped your shoulder. it wasn’t a request, but an order. go and do it, that’s it.

and again, you did it. if it weren’t for the fact that mrs. reynolds loved to talk, and she talked too much, more than her mouth could handle, probably, since she always had to stop talking and take a sip from her water bottle. this forced you to walk home alone, in the cold, because you left your jacket in your father’s car. great.

you sighed, looking at your feet again, before walking out of the church with your arms crossed and a bored expression, even though that was basically your resting expression.

“are you really gonna go home alone? brave girl.” for a moment, you were startled and turned around with your eyebrows raised, a little confused, until you saw bob come out from behind his car. he was in the shadows, watching you silently until he decided to speak and come closer, he didn’t say much—the problem was how much this only increased your curiosity to understand him, when you should have stayed away.

“i guess i have no other option.” you managed to answer him after a few seconds, looking away immediately when you noticed he was looking directly at you.

bob crossed his arms over his chest, he continued to stare at you in silence as he leaned back against his car. “come in. i’ll ride you home.” it sounded like an offer, but surprisingly he seemed to use the same tone of voice your mother used when she told you to talk to mrs. reynolds, not a request, but an order.

but, you could almost hear her voice telling you not to get into a man’s car alone with him, especially at night. could it be a sign of concern? yes, but it wasn’t. mommy just didn’t want the family name to be tarnished because you decided to be the mistress of some engaged man. she was always expecting the worst from you even without any reason to.

“you don’t have to, i can walk.” you denied his offer profusely, swallowing hard again to the point where you thought he might have heard the slurred noise your throat made. “but... thank you, anyway.”

your stubbornness didn’t please him much, maybe because he could see right through you and you didn’t want to walk alone, just as you didn’t want to be seen inside his car. your concern made sense, the point was that he wouldn’t let you walk alone to your house—which he knew wasn’t as close as it seemed. “i didn’t say you had a choice, but i did said i’m gonna ride you home... so, come in.” he said a little more harshly, opening the passenger seat door as he waited for you. “i won’t park in front of your house if you don’t want me to.”

the last sentence came out as you were approaching him and makes you stop walking, thinking about how he had noticed you were thinking about it when you hadn’t said anything at all. you could have questioned, but you just nodded and got into his car, snuggling into the passenger seat, a little uncomfortable and uncertain about it all.

as the engine roared to life, you took a moment to sigh again, leaning back into the leather seat as you turned your face slightly to face the view outside the window. maybe it was easier to keep your distance from him as much as you could, you found him interesting because you felt you should, not because you knew him.

“older sister?” his voice reappeared beside you after what seemed like less than three minutes of silence, pulling up a conversation, which only makes you look at him with a confused expression. “the bracelet on your wrist... i always see you with two little girls.” oh, the beaded bracelet on your wrist that one of your little sisters had made for you, of course he would notice that, you thought.

it was a bad idea to have a conversation with him, but it was also rude to simply not answer him when you could hear all his words. “oh, yeah... yes, i’m the older sister.” you answered him, looking directly at the bracelet on your wrist as you ran your fingers over the beads gently.

“that’s nice... i really wanted to have sisters, but i only have brothers.” bob looked away from the road for a moment, keeping one hand on the steering wheel as his eyes dropped to the bracelet you were also now looking at. “and i’m not even the oldest son, so... i guess you’re the lucky one here to be the oldest and have two little sisters.”

you felt bad that you couldn’t say anything, but you really couldn’t say anything, especially when your mind was spinning around the fact that you didn’t want to be going through this. how bad would it be if someone saw you getting out of his car and it became gossip? then, your mother would find out, and...

“did you like today’s sermon?”

your thoughts trailed off when he spoke to you, again, he’s a little pushy, you thought. on the contrary, he only noticed that you were silent when you were thinking too much—he noticed every little thing in your behavior: the way your feet started moving, you stopped blinking and were breathing as if you were asleep awake, it wasn’t his insistence, it was just a remark.

“yeah, that was a good sermon... the pastor is... really good with words.” you didn’t even know what you were talking about, maybe because you didn’t remember a single word the pastor said, nor what he was talking about the whole sermon. your words made a short laugh escape bob as he ran his hand over his chin, brushing his long, calloused fingers—where you could see his engagement ring shining—against his freshly shaved beard.

he just found it funny how you seemed to barely know how to talk sometimes. “but, i’m the one who gave the sermon today.” the seriousness in his tone of voice made you raise your eyebrows, thinking that you had really been caught not paying attention to anything, so he laughed a little more amusedly. “i’m messing with you. it was my dad who gave the sermon, but you really didn’t pay attention, huh? you weren’t even blinking.”

as soon as he talked about the fact that you weren’t blinking almost the entire sermon and even imitated the way you were staring at the pastor, you laughed for the first time around him and he appreciated it more than he should have. “oh, you laugh... good to know you’re not in a bad mood all the time.” bob teased you again before his eyes returned intently to the road. “i started to think i’m a terrible driver.”

“terrible driver or not, i’m sure you’re much better at driving than i am.” you were actually talking to him, not just talking, but banter with him. your walls were really down and that was a huge problem, he was observant, more than you could notice.

bob kept that amused expression on his face, although he was keeping his eyes fixed on the road as a precaution, it was not uncommon for animals to try to cross the road at night. “don’t say that, you can’t be that bad with a steering wheel, can you?” he questioned. “maybe i’ll let you drive my car one day just so you can remember what it’s like. if you’re anything like you say, i bet your dad doesn’t trust you to drive his car.”

another laugh escaped you and you nodded, it wasn’t a lie, your father preferred you stay away from the wheel of his car. “you shouldn’t trust me so much.” you smiled, lips parting lightly when you noticed that you weren’t as anxious as before—but, that same anxiety slowly returned when you noticed that you were in your neighborhood.

“i can always give it a try.” he said, returning your smile as he parked his car under a tree about four houses down from your house. “is it okay to park here?”

you looked out the window for a moment, no neighbors around, just the streetlights illuminating the street and the tree above the car blocked the light from reaching the two of you. “yes, thank you for the ride. i owe you one.” you replied, ready to get out of the car as you took off your seatbelt, but bob grabbed your wrist. “is something wrong?”

he sighed when he saw what he did, quickly letting go of your wrist and bringing his hand to his hair, combing it back like he did quite often. “no, no... i just wanted to say goodbye, see you at church, yeah? my mom said you’re going there tomorrow to help her organize the choir song.” he said and you remembered, of course, you helped mrs. reynolds choose the song and would also help her organize everything.

“yeah, that’s right...” you nodded, still a little taken aback by the fact that he had grabbed your wrist earlier.

“i can come pick you up. i have things to do at church tomorrow too, do your parents mind? i can talk to them.” bob didn’t know how harmless this idea was, but he suggested it anyway, perhaps because he himself was only doing what he wanted to do, and not what he was supposed to do.

your breath caught in your throat at the suggestion, it definitely seemed like something you weren’t sure of his intentions for. it didn’t matter, he was just a man trying to be kind, you hoped he was. “no... no need to talk to them, just park here at 2pm and i’ll... come. they won’t mind.” lie. they would care, especially your mother, but it was just... they shouldn’t know, bob seemed so nice, you didn’t want to lose that right now when you could have someone. a friend, just a friend.

he nodded, almost giving a smile, though he suppressed it by just pressing his lips into a line. “fine, 2pm, i’ll be here.”

you got out of his car with calm steps, avoiding making unnecessary noises before crossing the street and walking slowly to the door of your house. for one last time, you turned around and saw him there, watching you from inside the car, just to make sure you were okay.

to be continued...

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⠀⠀ ⊹ ⠀ slightly nsfw blurb of ⠀─── ⠀bob reynolds! ୨୧⠀⠀ his needy nights⠀⠀ ꒰⠀mdni⠀!headcanon⠀꒱ ⠀·⠀ ୭

THINKING ABOUT how BOB is just a man looking for the calmness that he could only find in you. he needs you, one way or another, even if he’s obsessive, what could he do? you’ve cared for him since the day you met, so he was tied to you, waiting for you to care for him again and again.

constantly, he had a few nightmares about his early life and he tried his best to appear strong when this happened, but he always ended up getting up from his bed and staggering in the dark to your dorm, barefoot and quiet, trying not to wake any of the others as he slowly opened the door. bob needed your affection those nights, he could only go back to sleep like this, when he could smell you next to him.

the silent agreement between you two had always been to leave your door unlocked, for him, so when he needed you, he wouldn’t have to say it, just come in and lie down next to you in bed. it worked well, he only woke you up when he really needed you to take care of him and apparently, this was one of those nights.

his hand gently moved you in your sleep, he was sitting beside you in your large bed, waiting anxiously and apprehensively for you to wake up. “wake up, please,” he asked, still poking you until he seemed relieved to notice your eyes opening. you didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just yawning and sitting up in bed as you looked at him, it wasn’t hard to tell what happened. “need you.”

“i know, baby, calm down.” you whispered sleepily, your fingers caressing the back of his neck before tangling in his strands of hair. he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself and forget the horrible nightmare he had had. “need help gettin’ back to sleep?”

still with his eyes closed and his breathing trying to return to normal, bob agreed, but not before making an observation about what he wanted. “i want it the way you did it before.” he added, making you nod before running your fingers down his shoulder in gentle touches. “please.”

the way you had done it before, of course, he had become a little addicted to the way you had made him sleep when things had gotten particularly heated between you a few nights ago. you didn’t expect him to ask for more, but here he was doing it in your bed after a nightmare. “it’s okay, i’ll do it for you.”

you tapped his shoulder softly, signaling for him to lie down on your bed as you lifted the pillow a little, not enough for him to sit up and lean back, just something in between. “just be quiet, yeah? the others don’t need to hear us.” your whisper was gentle and delicate, he did what you silently asked and stared at you the whole time, his pupils dilated waiting for what he needed.

calmly, your hand caressed his abdomen under his hoodie, gently going down and scratching him very lightly until you reached the hem of his pants. you didn’t even need to ask him if he really wanted this now, if he was sure about it, the look of anticipation on his face said enough.

a groan escaped him, your fingers were cold when they touched the milky skin beneath his boxers. he felt a shiver run through him, he was still dealing with the effects of his previous nightmare, but your touch was beginning to relax him. bob just wanted you to be nice and take that stupid frustration out off him like you did last time without even knowing.

“relax, you know i won’t hurt you.” the whisper you gave came out a little more muffled this time, when your lips connected with his and a sweet kiss was placed there. as a show of affection, that you were taking care of him as he wanted. “you deserve to be well taken care of.”

he nodded, biting his bottom lip without pressure as your lips pulled away from his, he wanted this to last longer, but he could settle for now. “thank you.” he whispered back to you, one of his hands slipping under your shirt to caress your bare waist, he genuinely wanted to thank you in some way other than words. “i... i love you.”

the small smile that formed on your face when you heard him was like the calm he felt he’d always need. he liked the way everything with you was nice and calm, as it should be, even when he was a mess. “i love you too, sweet boy.”

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cockwarming w bob. that's it, thats the tweet

COCKWARMING ╱ with BOB REYNOLDS ⠀◟ ୨ blurb !♥︎ minors do not interact⠀⠀⠀ ────⠀⠀⠀ headcanon based

diary notes⠀✴⠀·⠀i love your brain for thinking of this, i guess this is bob’s blurb that i enjoyed writing the most. touch-starved bob reynolds save me right now, pls ‹/3

he loved having physical contact with you, whether it was just hugging you, intertwining your fingers with his, or leaving loving kisses on your shoulder. bob liked everything that involved the idea of being able to touch you, of feeling your soft skin and being able to appreciate it the way he liked. he’s touch-starved, he needs it.

he took it literally when it came to deeply touching you whenever he could. not only because it was pleasurable, but because you could talk about anything while his cock was buried inside you, being warmed by your tight, comforting heat that he craved daily. you couldn’t deny him when he asked so politely, caressing your waist and giving you little kisses until you were straddling him.

telling him about your day was part of the process as he pulled his hardened length out of his boxers, moving your panties to the side just enough so he could rub himself against your soft folds. “i’m glad you had a good day, princess.” he’d murmur softly, smiling innocently as if he wasn’t trying to slip the tip of his cock inside you little by little. “i missed you, you know?”

cockwarming almost seemed so much more sentimental to him than sex itself, he liked knowing that you felt like he was a part of you, that he had the freedom to be inside you for more than just carnal pleasures. there was pleasure, for sure, but there was also a deeper connection than just what appeared to be on the surface. it made him truly happier, calmer... perhaps, it could even be said that you were, well... helping to take care of his mental health in a way.

“i missed you too.” you whispered, giving him a sweet smile as your fingers gently brushed some of his dark hair away from his face, he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen. “and your day? how was it?”

by this point, he was already completely buried inside you—which made you let out a low moan for a moment, leaving him somewhat agitated beneath you. “the drums you gave me are cool,” bob answered. he snuggled deeper into the pillow behind his head, his large hands gripping your hips, just to make sure you stayed still and comfortable in his lap while warming him the way you both loved. “but, the neighbors will complain about the noise i made all afternoon... i’m not really good at this yet.”

his little giggled warmed your chest, you leaned over him and laid your head in the crook of his neck, leaving a few soft kisses there that sent shivers down his spine. “don’t do that, i get shivers...” he complained, but it was a meaningless complaint. if you never did that again, he’d probably complain that you didn’t love him anymore and that’s why you stopped giving him little kisses on the neck.

“if the neighbors complain, i can just tell them to fuck off.” your kisses rose to the corner of his lips, your eyes staring into his ocean blue ones. “besides, they never complained about the other noises at night... why would they complain about you playing drums in the afternoon?”

his eyebrows raised at your sentence, nodding and processing the words you had said. “other noises at night?” the question was more to himself than to you, so you could almost see the light bulb go off over his head as he really understood what you meant. “oh, yeah... the other noises. you’re probably right, i guess.”

“i’m always right.” you said smugly, pressing your lips against his soft ones for a quick peck—one he didn’t want to stop so quickly. bob’s hand, which was previously caressing your hip, rose to the back of your neck, keeping your lips against his without you being able to move away completely, he didn’t want just a few pecks, not today. he was usually a little more restrained than that, but come on, he was a good boy for you all day like you told him to be when he was home alone, he deserved it.

a low growl tore from his throat, deepening the kiss as his tongue slid across your bottom lip and almost begged for entry. in an intimate dance, your tongues touched and sucked each other while his other hand pressing your hip harder to the point where it slightly hurt as he kept you pressed against him. bob wanted to feel every inch of your body, every point of heat, being buried balls deep inside you still seemed like nothing compared to how much he craved you, not just your body, but everything that means you.

there was no safer place for him than inside you, feeling your body against his, your breathing heavy and your hands against his neck, just how he wanted, the fuel he needed.

when your lips parted, he continued to pepper kisses across your cheek, simply unable to keep his lips away from your soft skin. “you get prettier when you’re flustered by something i did.” he whispered against your ear before placing one last kiss against her earlobe, snuggling into the pillows again. “i like how you widen your eyes...”

these compliments were almost typical of him, always paying attention to every little detail of your expressions, studying your reactions to what he did. bob wanted to please you, in every way, ’cause you also deserved what only he could give you and there was no doubt about that.

“princess,” he called to you when you were silent, enjoying the feeling of being filled by him. “can i sleep inside you tonight, please? your pussy is so warm and it feels good... i don’t wanna pull out. can i?” his eyes almost looked like a puppy’s, staring at you while tenderly stroked your strands of hair. he loved your hair—the color, texture and the smell of your shampoo, every little thing about it—and he knew you liked it when he petted you like that.

“you wanna sleep inside me?” it wasn’t strange, it was just a new request, you had already thought of the idea back then, but it was something new when he was the one asking you for it. “okay, baby, we can do it.” there probably wouldn’t be a day when you’d deny him something, especially when you also wanted to do it.

his smile widened as if you had given him something he had been longing for—well, in a way, that was the case—and he pressed his lips against yours once more. “thank you, sweet pea.” his hand that had remained on your hip the entire time moved, going to your ass and squeezing it, massaging the skin his fingers touched. “i’ll give you your reward in the morning, yeah? pinky promise, love. you deserve all that.”

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⠀⠀⭑⠀𝆬⠀⠀CLOSE ENOUGH:⠀✴⠀ r. cameron.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ minors do not interact.

PAIRING:⠀s2!rafe x stalker!reader.

†⠀⠀LISTEN TO:⠀close enough by ava morse.

wordcount: 3.7k⠀⠀|⠀⠀CONTAINS: ⠀ smut content. violent behavior. obsessive behavior. hard / strong language. drug mentions. kidnapping. face sitting. rough sex. slightly size kink. p in v. unprotected sex. dirty talk. face fucking & tits sucking.⠀ minors who interact with this will be blocked.

꒰ SILLY NOTES:⠀hi, sweets! i still don’t have a masterlist and stuff, i know, but i just really needed to write this. also, this is my first time writing a smut in my life, so... forgive me for any mistakes, i swear i'm trying and i’d be so happy if you could tell me what you think of it.⠀⠀⠀⠀(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) 💬 ♡

there were two perfect words to describe you from what rafe thought: kind and sweet. so sweet, the kind that made him stop and think ‘what hole did you crawl out of?’ well, in a honest answer, the hole you crawled out of was hell. this isn't a silly little joke, it's reality, your sweetness was the perfect counterpart to the kind of obsessive and insane devil you've become since the day you laid eyes on him.

it took rafe longer to figure this out than you had anticipated before starting this freak game between you.

if he needed someone lovely, you'd be her. if he needed someone gentle, you'd be her. but, if he needs someone as crazy and fucked up as he is? his lucky day, you were all of that without even having to hide it with cute clothes and a damsel in distress demeanor.

150 days that you knew him, 150 photos of him kept in the last drawer of your dresser, right under your panties like a stupid plan not very calculated, but existing. a photo a day that you wisely chose every time you followed him around like an abandoned puppy, finding out things about him and his life was part of the shameless fun.

and each time he accidentally noticed you, you acted as he expected you to act. a confused expression and a gentle smile, pretending you were doing anything that a weirdo would, acting like it was purely fate putting you in the same place as him. what kind of shitty fate was this? god could only be punishing you for putting you in each other's lives.

but, no siege was impossible to close, and eventually, the pieces fell right into place in his mind. too late, he was the little mouse that bit the cheese in the mousetrap.

not that his insanity had reached its limit—you were never any different from that—it was just something you wanted to do and felt he needed, given how much stress you'd watched him go through lately. it wasn't wrong, was it? it was just love, no matter how strange, violent, and intense.

just a little help, you wouldn't hurt him... you'd just show that you can take care of him as well as anyone else since no one would take care of him if not you. plus, in the meantime, he could taste his own medicine with someone just like him, or worse.

“what the...” his eyes opened with difficulty, a throbbing pain in his head and his body limp, tingling, almost struggling to move. a dimly lit room, definitely not his room, unless he had been drugged enough to forget how he got there—which was what it looked like. “that’s all i needed now.” rafe thought he was talking to himself.

until he notices you there, sitting in front of your desk, swinging your feet with only one side of the earphone in your left ear, scribbling something. how cute, he thought, not thinking really much about it and when he did, well, he knew he was so fucked.

hands tied to the headboard, he wouldn't even question how you managed to drag him there, but there he was, gagged on a girl's bed. he could kick you if you came near, if it weren't for the clear fact that you both knew he wouldn't do it, first 'cause he wasn't afraid of you, second 'cause he wanted to know how far you'd go.

honestly, if you didn't go all the way, he'd make you go all the way with him since you were the one who brought him here, you had to do something about it now.

“are you plannin’ to make me die here or just playin’ some insane weirdo game, princess?” he shifted around, trying to find a comfortable position—even though nothing felt comfortable when his wrists were gagged. he was just trying to get your attention. was it strange that he was finding this too interesting and appealing to simply want to run away?

you turned in your chair, taking the earphone out as you left your pencil on the table. his eyebrows slowly rose when he noticed you was you, the acting was good, he had to admit, not every girl who was into him would simply gag him in her bed like he was her own doll. it was confusing, arousing, a lot of things his mind was trying to think about.

“you looked stressed, i just wanted to make you relax.” you mumbled with a sweet, albeit fake, smile, still swinging your feet in the air. so handsome, you thought, watching him with his disheveled hair and looking so vulnerable to you. “are you relaxed, rafe? or you need me to help you again?” 'cause there wasn't a single thing you wouldn't do for him at this point.

your smile only made him let out a nasal laugh, looking away for a brief moment as he stared at the ceiling. “nice way to relax someone, huh?” he scoffed. “but, since you’re offering... i think i’d be more relaxed if you let my wrists go from that rope.” he tried to suggest, blue eyes looking at you again with a disguised pleading, as if he could actually convince you like that.

“you look better this way.” you grumbled, standing up and walking over to sit on the edge of your bed, his knee lightly brushing against you for a moment. “but, if you wanna leave, i’m not really stopping you. just say the word and we both pretend it never happened.”

“but, i don’t wanna pretend it didn't happen... and i don’t wanna leave either.” he wouldn't say it out loud, but secretly he thought you were kinda wimp. what? you just do all of it and brought him here to... well, nothing? no, no, he knew you could do better than that. “i want you to do what you wanna do, or have you bitten off more than you can chew? don’t tell me you’re that stupid, princess.”

for a man gagged in your bed, he sounded very confident and intimidating in every word. he wanted you to do it so badly, whatever the fuck you had in mind, 'cause it was turning him on to see you do this to him. “come on, you know you didn’t gagged me in your bed to let me leave.”

and, as expected, what he said had exactly the effect he wanted. in less than a minute, your legs were on either side of his hips, straddling him as he looked up at you with a smug little smirk, not caring about the darkness in your eyes. you looked hot like that, he didn't really care about the implications of fucking you without using his hands.

“you talk too much, cameron.”

“then, you should shut my mouth.”

the implication of his words had almost immediate consequences. you bent over him, hands on both sides of his head, pinning him even further into the mattress as you pressed your lips hard against his. there wasn't one percent of delicacy in that messy kiss, just hunger and desire and rafe noticed it, feeling his blood rush to his lower half.

he moaned softly against your lips as he returned the not-so-loving affection, letting your tongue invade his mouth as if he was completely at your mercy—and he, actually, was. not that rafe had ever agreed to be on the bottom very often, but if it ended with you riding him, then it was for a good cause.

when you had the urge to separate your lips from his, it was like being woken up from a trance, he didn't say anything and if his wrists weren't gagged, his hands would be saying something for him. he ran his tongue over his reddened lips, slightly swollen from the inner contact, as if he wanted to know if the remnants of your taste were still there.

“y’know,” rafe started talking after a few seconds, noticing how breathless you looked from just one kiss. it was kinda cute, he'd give you credit for that. “if i wasn’t gagged here, you’d already be face down in that pillow.” he said with such conviction that you had to roll your eyes, thrusting your hips down only to see his facade tremble at the small contact over your clothes.

“yeah, yeah, but you’re gagged and i’m on top.” you gave him a mocking smile, gently patting his cheek before grabbing his chin, making him look straight into your eyes. “and that’s a lose-lose, for you, not for me.”

“lose-lose? i don’t see it that way, sweetheart,” his blue eyes dropped downwards, indirectly giving you the message that it wasn't bad for him when you were the one straddling him in your bed on any given day. “i’m just wonderin’ when you’re actually gonna act beyond these boring little kisses and put that pussy to sit on somethin’.”

“you’re talking too much again, cameron.” you shook your head in disapproval, sighing deeply as you pretended to think about what you were going to do to him. “but, since you want me to do something and i want you to shut up...”

you let the words hang in the air as you got off his lap, standing in the corner taking off your shorts and panties quickly, but to rafe it looked more like you were doing it in slow motion. every second counted and he was already missing your weight against his lap.

kinda ironic... that he was so comfortable being gagged in the bed of a girl he must have seen less than five times in his life. but, rafe never thought straight and he wouldn't start doing that now. it was even pleasurable for him to know that you were obsessed with him to that point. you might have been in physical control, but you both knew better than that.

despite the tension, you were on top of him again. knees on the mattress, your hands holding onto the headboard, the best way to shut him up and he wasn't really complaining about it, in fact, this was exactly what he wanted from the moment he thought of the possibility. a devious smile formed on his lips, his tongue moistening them for a brief moment as you graced him with that sight. shit, he wanted to touch you so badly, but he'd have to do it only with his tongue for now.

his tongue slowly passed through your wet folds like a tease of power, you might be on top, but he had his share of power too and he'd make sure to remind you of that. “you taste so good, princess...” he smirked against your cunt, giving it a brief suck before running his tongue over it again, only to see your expression falter and a shiver run through your body. “like a fuckin’ lollipop, so sweet.”

you placed more of your weight on his face, closing your eyes gently as you rubbed your clit against the tip of his nose, feeling his tongue suck hungrily between your wet folds. “mmhm...” you allowed yourself to let out a moan, looking down as your hips rocked over his face, his blue eyes fixed on you, attentively wanting to see you break under the touch of his tongue. he didn't want to miss a single detail of it.

rafe's pants were tightening around his crotch, his thoughts were hazy and he could only think of one thing: you and the dirty little noises that escaped your throat. he wanted to hear each of those and he wanted to be the reason for them. no one else, just him and he hoped you had used your weird obsessive behavior to understand that he was possessive as hell.

but, you were going far, he could feel it, pressing yourself harder and harder against his face and suddenly, the sound of the rope coming loose. your eyes opened in confusion, still numb from the brief pleasure he gave you, only for you to notice his hands loose from the rope, his wrists not even red. “what...? how?” you whispered, looking between his wrists and his face between your legs.

then, he pushed you back, not too hard, just enough to make you fall back onto the mattress and get off of him. “y’know... you’re bad at tying ropes, really bad,” he grumbled, sitting down on the bed before using one of his hands to pull you closer, climbing on top of you with an even more sinister smirk than before. “but, that’s good, it means i can touch that pretty little body of yours now.”

rafe didn't want to wait for you to have any reaction to that, he already waited for too long pretending to really be gagged in your bed, he didn't give a damn if he should've waited a little longer, he got what he wanted.

he pinned you against him and the mattress, crashing his lips against yours as he kissed you violently, as if he was trying to mark you or, maybe, he just really wanted to mark you. his tongue didn't ask for entry, it just invaded your mouth, making you feel your own taste, exactly as he wanted.

“did you like to taste your own sweetness, baby?” he whispered against your lips, sucking your bottom lip before kissing you again. “guess i have to take care of you now, don’t i? you’ve been following me around like a good puppy... i think you deserve a reward.” he pulled away from your face a little, only for his hands to go towards your shirt, pulling it over your head.

on a normal day, he'd take more of his time with you, but not today. today he was a little too eager for this, today you wouldn't go unnoticed by him.

“so sweet...” his fingers caressed your belly before he moved his lips down your neck, making sure to press wet kisses against it before moving down a little further and lightly biting your collarbone. you heard the sound of one of his hands going down to his pants, undoing his belt without any difficulty, as if he had done it many times before, and he did.

pants and boxers on the floor, he was hovering over you with an expression of hunger and desire, one of his fingers running over your cunt, he wanted to feel with his fingers how wet and ready for him you were. he patted your thigh, a warning for you to open it wider for him. you looked so pretty like that that he even felt like sucking you again. but, no, this time he wanted to make you feel everything.

rafe bent over you again, lips against yours, a cheap deception only for him to thrust his fully hard cock inside you. you opened your legs wider in shock, but you didn't push him away, you just moaned painfully against the sudden impact and he liked it, he really liked the way you lost your composure when he had no mercy on your tight little pussy.

no niceties or "just the tip", you were a weirdo who stalked him and he'd give you exactly what you wanted when you drugged him and took him to your bed. the kind of fuck that would leave you sore for days, and when you forgot about the pain, then he'd fuck you again... and again... and again.

he lifted your body a little, holding your legs as he slammed relentlessly inside your tight cunt, his cock was having trouble getting all the way inside you, but he didn't really care, he'd make it fit. “what happened to all that attitude, pretty girl? where did that "lose-lose" go?” he went deeper, making you sink into the mattress as you tried to contain the loud moans that wanted to escape your mouth.

“no, no holdin’ back your little noises, i wanna hear ‘em all.” he roared, his hand letting go of one of your legs as he held your chin firmly. “and eyes on me. if you close them or hold back your moans, i’ll stop and you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

you couldn't say a single word, you just nodded, agreeing with what he was saying, even though you didn't know how long you could keep your eyes open. “good girl.” he released your chin, his hand trailing down your neck and collarbone until he reached your bra.

just fucking you could be enough, but it wasn't, not for a greedy man like him. he wanted more and your tits looked so inviting to his eyes, he wanted everything he could get of you. everyone knew, if he wanted it, he could get it. so, he didn't ask, he just pulled one of your tits out of the bra. his fingers pinching your swollen nipple and circling it as he stared at you, wondering if this would make you go further over the edge or not.

him being too big for you was already something, but rafe knew perfectly where to push your buttons and he'd make you tremble without needing much, he wanted to break you so you'd know better before you thought you could leave him in a position like that. your legs locked around his waist, just so he could go balls deep, feeling you squeezing him tighter and tighter as your tight walls clenched in pleasure.

“mmgmh, rafe, fuck...” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip hard as you looked down to see his rhythm. thrusts so rough that the bed began to creak and he had no intention of being discreet about how good and hard he was fucking that sweet pussy of yours. “rafe... i need to... i need to come...”

a mocking laugh came out of him as he slowly thrust inside you again, really much slower than before, making you feel every inch of him stretching you out. “yeah, princess? you wanna come that fast? this pretty little cunt can’t handle such a big cock, can it?” he continued with the slow thrusts, like a tease that he was really enjoying doing.

“but, it’s okay... i said i’d take care of you.” rafe whispered, leaning over you again, his tongue flicking over your nipple that he had been pinching moments before. “then, come for me, princess, come while i suck your tit.”

his thrusts gradually increased again, making you see stars as he sucked on your nipple hungrily, his eyes flicking up to see your expression of pleasure. your loud moans and whimpers were music to his ears, like fuel that only motivated him to go deeper.

and when you got to the edge, by god, you squeezed him so hard and moaned like you were in heaven; and he enjoyed every second of it, pressing himself against you as he felt your legs tremble for him. “you did so well for me...” he licked your nipple once more before moving kisses up to your neck. “but, we still have one thing before we finish... and you’re gonna be a good girl and do it.”

“what? what’s left?” you mumbled, tired and breathless, your legs still shaking as he grabbed your body and made you sit on the bed. not understanding what he meant when you noticed him standing up, right next to you.

“come here ’n open your mouth, i’ll show you.” it wasn't a request, it almost sounded like an order, if you didn't do it he’d make you do it anyway. “open wide.” he said again as you sat on the edge of the bed, right in front of him. one of his hands gripped the back of your head, while the other gripped his still hardened length, positioning it in front of your lips.

your eyes widened a little, but you looked up to meet rafe's gaze and he looked very confident about what he was doing. “no hands, i just need your little mouth, pretty girl.” he definitely wasn't expecting you to nod, he just shoved his cock into your mouth and waited for you to do what he wanted. “mmh, yeah, just like that...” he smirked, satisfied with your work, moving his hips back and forth, not caring if you could handle everything he put inside that sweet mouth.

he, in turn, didn't need much either, you had already given enough of a show for him to feel his balls full, he just needed a little more, your lips around his cock would solve the problem. “that got you so far, didn’t it? this stalker thing, you’re exactly where you wanna be, aren’t you? with my cock hitting your throat, so pretty.” he moaned, using his dirty words to motivate you to swallow him all the way down.

his moans started to become more frequent, he stopped moving his hips, using your head as if you were a doll, back and forth quickly, choking you, he was slowly reaching his limit and the sight really helped with that.

rafe knew he wouldn't last longer than that, he was exhausted, panting, letting out long gasps every time he sank the tip of his cock into your throat. he needed to come. so, he did it. “stay there... that’s it... stop.” he gasped once more, thrusting himself deep into the wet heat of your mouth, his length twitching as he began to spurt hot streams into the back of your throat. “fuck... fuck... mhmm.”

he didn't move his head, not until he was one hundred percent satisfied, not until you had swallowed every little drop of him.

and when it was over, you were a complete mess, falling back on your bed, dealing with the intense aftermath of what rafe gave you. he joined you at your side, as breathless as you were, not regretting a single microsecond of what had happened between you. “next time you wanna do this, remember to tie me tightly to the headboard, princess,” he suggested, lying on his back to face the ceiling like you. “just call me and i’ll bring the rope.”

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[faiszt]

maybe smth with sub bob and overstimulation ? 😛 but something gentle gotta go easy on him ..

OVERSTIMULATION ╱ with ROBERT REYNOLDS ⠀♥︎ · ୧ minors do not interact⠀⠀⠀ ──── ⠀ ⠀⠀ headcanon blurb

diary notes⠀✴ ⠀·⠀ i can’t believe it took me that long to finally post this (which i loved writin’ btw), i’m not exactly an expert on overstimulation, but i swear i really tried my best and this idea was such a good one. thank u, love ‹3

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the smell of sex inside the bedroom was inescapable, a musky scent that numbed the two of you in the height of your lust. bob had his arms wrapped around your waist, leaning against the headboard as you rode him in the most delicious way he could describe.

you’re lucky that your neighbors couldn’t care less about the noise coming from your apartment when new york in general was a very noisy place all the time. besides, he definitely didn’t mind making noise, maybe he even wanted people to hear you and him, so they’d know that you took good care of each other—even in the middle of the week.

“fuck, baby...” he rolled his eyes and closed them for a few seconds, hands moving down from your waist to grab your ass, delighting in squeezing the soft flesh before slipping his hand between your cheeks, teasing your hole lightly with his digit. “you’re so good... so pretty bouncin’ on my cock...”

there was a smirk on his lips, the smirk of someone who had taken advantage of the good moment you offered him on a wednesday after a really long day. bob was a needy one, he hated being away from you and when he was close again, he needed to get everything he lost when he was away. some would call him greedy too, but you just recognized that your partner was a touch-starved man.

his smirk turned into a full-on grin as he squeezed the flesh of your ass harder this time and you moaned, leaning more against him, letting him think he was in control of something. he wasn’t, it was just pleasurable to see the expression on his face when you reminded him that his position would always be under you, fucking you good when you needed him to.

the edge wasn’t far away for him, your pussy was making him slower and slower with sloppy movements of pleasure, he wanted to prolong this, but it was so hard when you were a sight for sore eyes right in front of his eyes. it was always like that, he’d get hard as a rock just by looking in your direction and you’d solve it for him—telling him that he’s your good boy, he can’t deny that he loves the way it sounds.

“i... can i come in your mouth...?” he was giving you so much of a chance to do something that would make him remember later—that you had to smile in a mischievous way, nodding in agreement as you pushed your hips back a little and squeezed his cock deep inside you. a moan caught in his throat and he looked down at the spot where your bodies met, seeing the way you both looked like a wet mess.

oh, god, that alone was enough to make him hard again if he wasn’t tired after spending the last few minutes trying not to lose control.

as soon as you got off him, bob opened his legs a little more and let you lie face down right in between them while taking off the condom. your mouth went straight to his glistening cock, wet with your juices and leaking a lot of pre-cum. he grabbed the sheets, biting his lower lip at the scene that was unfolding, he went crazy when he saw and felt your pretty little mouth wrapped around him.

his hips began to lift a little, making his cock go deeper inside your mouth while your hands stroked the part of his length that your mouth couldn’t reach, your eyes fixed on him, the whole time. a hoarse groan left him as his eyes locked with yours and he fucked your mouth with pleasure until he came, the jets of hot cum hitting your throat within minutes as he almost trembled.

but, was that the end? no, it wasn’t, he just didn’t know.

“hey, don’t even think about moving...” it was a command, you weren’t messing with him and he could see it by the way there was no longer a smile on your face, but rather an even greater lust than what he saw before. bob had already gotten used to your boldness, it never stopped making his heart beat faster. “you heard me, didn’t you? stay. there.”

he obeyed you almost immediately, which made you feel immensely satisfied knowing that you just had to change your tone of voice a little and he’d obey like a puppy. nothing was better than the control you had over him when he, outside those four walls, would be saying that you weren’t the boss of him. it doesn’t look like that now.

“you know...” your words came out a little slurred, you were sitting on his lap again, riding him and shoving his sensitive cock inside you again, raw and slow, making him shiver and bite his lower lip once more and so hard that could’ve hurt. “you need to remember who’s in charge here, pretty boy.”

you took him completely inside you, all at once, without going slowly and teasing with the tip first. you had to hold back a loud moan that insisted on coming out when you did it, but you did it anyway. it was all about making him whimper beneath you in the way that pleased you the most, you let him have his fun, didn’t you? now it was your turn.

“is that too much for you, baby?” your movements tried to start slow, but you couldn't hold back and needed to go faster, bouncing on his cock with a certain aggressiveness just to extract every drop of sanity he had in that pretty brain. when bob nodded in an almost desperate "yes", you just laughed softly, leaning against him and purposefully letting his cock slip out. “good, it better be.”

the whisper that came muffled from your lips against his ear made his heart almost stop in his chest and he tried to use his hands, trying to grab your hips to show you how much he was going crazy for it, but you grabbed his wrists and pushed them back, pinning them against the mattress. “no, no hands... unless i say you can touch me, got it?”

he agreed, even though he hated it, he wanted to touch you so much. bob couldn’t help but become a complete pathetic wretch desperate for a sweet release when you overstimulated him. if he really wanted to, he could simply use his super-human force to push you against the bed, make you take his cock until you both passed out without stamina, but he liked being submissive to you, to be at your mercy.

“sl-slow-ly, plea... please...” bob was lost in his own words, sinking into the mattress as you tortured him with your warm, soft pussy, wrapping him in a tight, delirious embrace. your breasts swaying in front of his eyes were where he was focusing his attention, feeling the saliva moving in his mouth with the desire to bite and lick them.

his plea was denied, of course it was, you weren’t going to slow down, not now and he’d have to deal with it like the big boy he was. “you can beg all you want, but we both know you don’t really want me to go slow...” you leaned a little closer to him like you did before, bringing your breasts with you even more in front of his face. “and i know you want something else... then, ask for it and i give it to you.”

he didn’t have to think hard—and he probably couldn’t—to know what you were talking about. “can i...” before he could finish his sentence, you purposely squeezed him inside you and moved faster, making him swallow a longing moan. “f-fuck... can... can i lick your... tits? please... i want ’em in my... m-mouth...”

there it was, your mischievous smile again, listening to him beg so well that he had even learned that saying the magic word worked. “of course you can, sweet boy, especially when you ask so nicely.” you said, in a falsely affectionate manner as you let go of one of his wrists to grab your own right breast, bringing it towards his eager mouth. “open your mouth for me.”

once he did as you told him—and oh, how good he was at doing that—you positioned your nipple against his lips and let him do the rest. your hand pressed his wrist against the mattress again, but this time, he didn’t care because he was too busy licking and nibbling on your delicious mound. the moans were stuck in his throat, he could only groan and feel the muscles in his thighs begin to tremble and flex from the extreme overstimulation happening between his legs.

on the other hand, you weren’t desperate, moaning so good every time his cock seemed to tense up, every time you pushed him less gently inside you until he reached your walls. “doesn’t it feel good, baby? being so sensitive that it hurts a little bit and feels more pleasurable than usual?” you questioned him, already starting to feel like he was going to reach his limit once more by the way he moved beneath you.

you usually wouldn’t let him come that easily, but he had had such a long and tiring day that, being empathetic, you thought you could go a little easy on him for now. “how about you tell me how much you want to come, huh? maybe i’ll decide to become gentle today.”

this was almost a relief for him, your nipple slipped out of his mouth and he licked his lips, still trying to fight the urge to whimper immediately every time he feels his orgasm coming. “i... i really... really want to... come inside... you...” he said, but his voice was already starting to get weak. “pl-please... i-i... i need to come...”

you let go of his wrists one last time, your hands going to his bare chest to lean on as you began to bounce on top of his poor absurdly sensitive cock with coordinated movements that were somewhere between too slow and too fast. “so... come for me...” you asked, already panting and even more sweaty from all this heated interaction. “deep inside me, baby... come for me.”

your words were the order and he didn’t need anything else to get there. his moans increased, painfully pleasurable whimpers, his face was red and his knuckles were turning white as he tightened the sheet between them. he squeezed his eyes shut, squirming beneath you with legs shaking and toes curling.

the orgasm was relentless, you felt your sweet hole being completely filled by the thick, hot, eager cum that shot out of him, leaking out between your legs as you pulled yourself off of him, making he groaned sensitively.

bob couldn’t think of anything to say, his thoughts were spinning and spinning as he took deep breaths and tried to recover from that moment that he’d—surely—remember all too well for the next few weeks. “do you need a cpr or something?” it was a little joke, but you wanted to laugh at the way he was staring at the ceiling.

he remained silent for a moment, but soon he propped himself up on one elbow and sat up a little on the bed, his blue eyes with slightly dilated pupils looking in your direction. “i need... water... throat lozenges... and sedatives, but i think your tits can replace the latter.”

for a second, you almost worried that you had gone too hard on him even when you tried to go easy, but the smirk that appeared on his face when he pulled you closer again and hugged you was enough for you to know what you needed. this wouldn’t be the last time you did this.

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[faiszt]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰ what do you mean? fuck off? ꒱

pairing ⋮ 25’ superman x miss possessive!reader 𖹭 ꒰ meet her! ꒱⠀· wordcount ⋮ 3.0k · no warnings!

sypnosis ⋮ crossing paths in unlikely circumstances is more than just coincidence. there were many unanswered questions, mainly how he got to you and whether he got to you purely because he wanted to or if it was by chance, the answers weren’t clear enough, the only thing clear is that he saw you like no one else did, for what you really were and always will be. 𖹭

mai’s diary notes ⋮ i’m still kinda dreaming about her, i loved writing her so much and i’m so happy with the result. i’ve been having trouble with inspiration lately — probably ’cause of my anxiety — and writing about something i really enjoy is helping a lot. it might take a while for me to get back on track, but know that i’m trying this whole time. ‹3 see you soon, babs!

“METROPOLIS isn’t for naive people, it’s for smart people.” you’ve heard this phrase a few times. crush before you’re crushed, even in the most beautiful cities being a woman is a traumatic and clearly complicated experience, but thank god you’re not a man. men... some of them were so petty, so manipulable by a pair of nice tits and a puppy-dog-faced “please”, that’s why using them was never a big deal for you.

women were — generally — suspicious when you used your powers on them, especially if they saw a man in you. it was as if it didn’t work completely, sometimes it did, but it was uncertain, because they were always suspicious when you seemed too nice for nothing. that’s how you learned: act like a man, always want something in return. having powers didn’t make you a hero, that wasn’t the point here, superman was a hero, you were just someone that would do what was best for you. it’s not selfishness, it’s just common sense, you’ve lived this life long enough to know that people want control over what they don’t know.

men were stupid, but technically you couldn’t judge so much when you weren’t smart enough to predict that your shot would backfire when you thought it’d be a good idea to trick someone like lex luthor just to get a few things here and there. we’re not talking about expensive clothes, fancy heels or some of the paternal affection you were looking for in guys as troubled as you, you wanted luthorcorp weaponry, smuggle, and honestly, he was pretty easy to manipulate until he started to realize something was wrong after two months — when he noticed your appearance changing a bit depending on what he found attractive and, suddenly, you were looking like a certain superhero he claimed to hate.

you couldn’t run away from him for long, so you were caught and his plans involved studying you, really predictable, maybe finding out what makes you so good at shapeshifting and deceiving people? and if he doesn’t find it, well, what a shame for you.

“come on, lex! i can be your superman whenever you want me to!” he had trapped you inside a glass cage in the basement of somewhere, you had no idea, you just hoped you were still in metropolis, at least. your screams were successfully ignored, not by him, but by the guys who were watching you and seemed quite taken with you. “what? who are you seeing here? superman or jessica alba? i can bet on megan fox too.”

boring, at the very least, he probably wanted to beat you in tiredness and make you so bored to the point of begging him to take you quickly and do his bald nerdy things. which wouldn’t take long to happen given the fact that you hated spending a lot of time without saying anything or without being able to look at yourself in the mirror, that was really regrettable, that horrible glass barely reflected.

twenty minutes passed, you got tired of thinking, you had already started biting the inside of your own cheek. nothing happened, nothing changed, you could even sleep if you wanted, it wouldn’t make a difference and if you never woke up again, even better. but, of course, you couldn’t die that easily, nothing was easy, even death wanted something in return for taking you with it — and you were sure you weren’t going to die the second you heard a sequence of bangs. here he comes.

superman, in his finest, leaving those men unconscious as if they were nothing more than little dolls in the superhero game where he was the main character. you? the damsel in distress. damn, this time you had to admit that you needed help and that was horrible, deteriorating, sad and many other adjectives you wanted to include. asking for help was necessary, but no one ever said it was cool and it wasn’t, not for you who wanted to feel self-sufficient in all areas of your life.

“need a helping hand?” he asked — trying to be cool, trying to appear not as pompous as he really was, from outside the glass, to you he just looked awkward. you squinted and looked around, giving your best half-hearted smile.

“actually, no. i’m sure i can get rid of the glass myself, but thank you.” it was a bit of impatient sarcasm, not that you were that kind of person, but the situation already worried you enough when it was superman himself trying to save you from the hands of the guy who would, probably, sacrifice all the virgins in the world just to get a single hair of his. “sorry.”

he gave a low chuckle, almost amused by your lack of good humor, he wouldn’t blame you for not having it given the circumstances of being trapped in a glass cage like an animal. “yeah, fine... just step back a little, i don’t wanna burn you.” as soon as you moved away a little, he used his heat vision to melt the glass which, surprisingly, was a little resistant until it finally melted. the fact that it had been a little resistant seemed to worry him for a moment, but he snapped out of it the second you stepped outside. “did they do something to you?”

your eyes rested on the men passed out on the floor, then returned to superman. “no.” you replied before walking away to get out of that place before something even worse could happen, but he pulled you back by the wrist, gently, pointing to the other side.

“the exit is over there, i’ll take you.” he said, he wasn’t giving you a choice, the guy was a gentleman, you had to see it from that side. so, he slowly walked beside you, not touching or looking too much, not that you weren’t surprised to see superman in person, but... err, you weren’t a fangirl yet. “do you know lex? i mean, for you to be trapped in the basement inside a glass cage with his men watching you...”

something told you not to share so much with him, but before you could think about it anymore, you were already talking. “yeah, like that... we were really close, but he got upset with me and look what happened... so hysterical, isn’t him?” it wasn’t exactly a lie, wasn’t exactly the truth either.

superman wasn’t entirely convinced of your answer, mainly because you didn’t even look in his direction while you were talking and he didn’t need to think much to identify this as a sign. “funny, i heard about a smuggler... luthorcorp’s weaponry ending up in other countries across our own borders and the investigation gets nowhere every time.” he knew it was you, how could he not know when that was the hot topic in the daily planet?

“i’m not a smuggler, i just have an ease in dealing with illegal trade and sometimes, i use that to my advantage.” you commented, giving him a dirty look from the corner of your eye as if he had insulted you. “what? you’re working with the witsec and want me to hand over everything i know?”

despite your dirty look, he wasn’t really intimidated by it, just nodding. “i’m just saying that you should be careful, you really shouldn’t get involved with lex like that.” it was an advice, and a very serious one, you could tell by the tone of his voice that seemed to change. “today he just locked you in a cage, you don’t know what might happen tomorrow.”

you sighed deeply, feeling like you were getting a lecture from the father you never had, how cute. “well... if something happens tomorrow, i’ll scream until you show up to save the day, superman.” after that, he started to understand that you weren’t the really grateful type, you were the sarcastic grateful type, he had already imagined that.

“right... by the way, nice hair clip, fuck off.” he said, trying to be sarcastic or, at least, change the subject until you were safely out of that place that looked more like a sadistic basement that lex had created for himself. but, the words of the man beside you made you stop suddenly, looking at him with a doubtful expression, trying to make sure you had heard correctly.

this wasn’t supposed to happen, people saw in you what they wanted to see, what they found attractive to see in someone and not what you were actually wearing, like your stupid hair clip that said: fuck off. unless superman himself found this attractive, this would be quite a coincidence. “i’m sorry, what do you mean? fuck off?”

he was a little confused by your question, to him it seemed obvious why he was saying that, but to you it almost seemed like he had really cursed you when he was just talking about your pretty hair accessory. “your hair clip,” he said again, pointing to your hair. “it’s actually quite cute.” quite cute. this was new, almost scaring you.

“what color are my heels?”

“what? the color of your heels?”

“say it.”

it was such a quick dialogue that you almost gasped, pointing at your heels like an insolent child. it was a color that almost no one liked or found attractive, purely because you didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing exactly what you were wearing and you could make exotic combinations all the time. “moss green,” he replied, his eyes going from your heels to you, then back to your heels again. “it’s a pretty different color for heels, huh?” his eyebrows rose a little, he didn’t like moss green that much — which means he was seeing something he didn’t find so attractive and that means a problem, a big problem for you.

you looked down at the moss green heels on your feet, scratching the bridge of your nose nervously, okay, he was just seeing you as you really were, the first person — or alien — in years to see you as you always were. it was scary, you felt so small. “this can’t be happening now.” was all you could say before continuing to walk, trying to get away from him as quickly as possible.

his super hearing didn’t let go unnoticed the way your heartbeat suddenly raced, far beyond what was normal for a person who was only walking slightly faster than before, you were nervous, anxious. “hey,” he took a few quicker steps, going right after you. “you’re nervous, what’s wrong? do you need help?” was stronger than him, he just wanted to know.

“i’m fine, i don’t need your help.” you said quickly, cutting the conversation short. “i’m a smuggler, did you forget? you can take me to the police station or whatever now if you want, i’ll go first.”

your way of trying to stop him from getting any closer left him confused. you were definitely right, he should hand you over to the cops and let them take care of the rest, but that wouldn’t change anything when the investigation didn’t even have real, credible evidence against you — just to increase his suspicions about you being some kind of shapeshifter from the start. he himself just assumed it was you because there was no other plausible reason for a girl to be trapped like a zoo animal by lex luthor. “how do you shapeshift?”

his question made you almost stop in your tracks again, why would you talk about this with superman? you don’t even play on the same side, not for you. “it’s none of your business, mr. super.” it seemed like walking fast was no use when he could walk as fast as you to the point where you were side by side again.

“mr. super?” an amused chuckle escaped him. “you’re in a really bad situation with luthor and i can help you, not only can i, i want to, it’s simple, miss..." he stopped and read the only single word on your shirt. “ahm... possessive.”

miss possessive, couldn’t he come up with a less cheesy nickname? you had to snort softly, not wanting his help for anything in the world, it terrified you from the second you realized your powers were useless on him. “i don’t need help, i already told you, i can solve this on my own. besides, what do you gain by helping me? they might accuse you of something too and we don’t even know each other, so... don’t be stupid.”

some would see you as difficult, annoying, kind of unbearable when, in reality, you were just being purely realistic, even when the circumstances seemed as unreal as possible. he just wasn’t accepting it because he felt he had to do something, maybe it was his savior complex, or purely the innocent fascination of meeting someone who lived among personas like himself. “and you think i know all the people i save? i must’ve saved people who do much worse than you and that’s not a point to be discussed right now.” he was a hero, you couldn’t take the heroism away from him. “does it make you feel better if i ask for something in return or are you going to try to kick my ass?”

he didn’t convince you in the slightest, but it made you let your guard down a little, looking at him appraisingly, as if you were waiting for him to say what he wanted to say. “we can play the witsec thing, tell me what you know about lex’s projects. you smuggled his weaponry, you, at the very least, know a lot that no one should know and know how to use the knowledge you have to your advantage.” he suggested. “you have the chance to do the right thing if you want, but... i’m not pressuring you, you can think about it.”

he had this nice guy thing about him that gave you this weird feeling that you should trust him with your life and it felt wrong to trust someone who saw you in a way that was almost like seeing you naked — even when you were fully dressed. why? it was a mystery, his kindness almost seemed false, it made you insecure not knowing if the falseness came from him or from your own conscience that didn’t know how to deal with the lack of ulterior motives.

“we should get out of here first.” was the most you could say, mentally cursing yourself for not even being able to think of a minimally decent answer. he agreed, looking around before following you out.

it was a silent walk until he took you through where he entered, it was an old, half-abandoned place on the outskirts of the metropolis. you hadn’t seen it before, but after your brief experience there, it definitely didn’t feel so cozy. “your only option is to come back with me,” he warned as the sun’s rays touched your skin after what felt like a few days of not feeling it. “flying.”

your eyes — which had previously been slightly closed by the light — opened, staring at him with a certain dread. “i pass, i can walk back with my own pretty legs.”

afraid of heights, he thought about chuckling, but held back. “oh, great idea, you’re going to get caught again before you even got to town... but, yeah, go ahead.”

a snort escaped you, scratching your neck lightly as you tried to think of any option that would be better than accepting him flying you back to the city. unfortunately, he was right, there was no other option. “just don’t knock me down from up there.” there was clearly fear in your voice, but in the end, you barely saw what happened.

it was so fast that it almost seemed like it hadn’t even happened. you felt the ground leave your feet and closed your eyes, the adrenaline of a roller coaster all over your body, until you were back on the ground in any parking lot within the city. you didn’t even have time to scream or think that you would fall if he let go of you, it was just... so fast, you barely felt how he pressed himself against you to hold you in his arms — not that you wanted to.

“safe and sound.” he took a step back, making a normal distance between the two of you after the brief flight he took more than once a day.

but, you didn’t keep trying to play things off with him, you just got straight to the point again. “how do i know you won’t turn me in after i tell you what i know?” seemed bizarre to ask superman that question when so many people idolized him to the point that they would easily tell him their worst secrets if he asked them about it. “i’m not going to give you all my cards just because you’re superman, let’s be real.”

“well, fair enough.” he duly agreed, thinking quickly before speaking again. “i’m not asking for everything, we can have a deal, you tell me what i deserve to know.”

your doubt only increased, without even understanding what that meant. “i’m pretty sure i didn’t understand a single word you said, tell you only what you deserve to know? seems like reverse psychology.”

“let me explain,” his long fingers brushed his own chin. “i’ll do my best to keep you safe while you think about it, and when you think i deserve to know something, no matter how small, i’ll be all ears. seem fair to you?”

it seemed like he was kind of stupid, the kind of offer that seemed almost too good to be true when you could just never tell him anything or just tell him lies. though something in you was reluctant to deceive him. “it seems fair, but that’s still not a great guarantee that you won’t use all of this against me later, besides the fact that you see me... as i am.” your tone left him a little uncertain about where you stood in knowing someone saw you as you really were, you looked perfectly normal to him.

“i’m protecting a smuggler who used to date a guy who’d love to torture me, i think we both don’t have many guarantees here.” your expression darkened when he mentioned that fake-ass — for you — relationship with lex luthor that you should’ve thought better of before letting happen. “there’s no way what i suggested could be worse than what could happen to you if he finds you again.”

there was the lack of options again. for someone who always explored every possible option, you were living something you had almost never experienced before. “fine, guess we have a deal, mr. super.” you had to give up, which wasn’t exactly fun, but necessary.

“nice doing business with you, miss possessive.” he smiled sweetly as if he had just won a prize, squeezing your hand in his. if it weren’t for the cheesy nickname, you might’ve even found him cute and remarkably attractive. “yeah, i guess i have to go, but... i’ll keep an eye on you.”

you nodded, still thinking that this whole meeting and sudden alliance were probably the most random things that could happen in your week. “of course you will,” you muttered. “next time you can tell me your real name.”

the suggestion made him shrug, considering the possibility. “yeah, maybe, if you don’t get into trouble until then.” he added. “just stay alive and i might decide to tell you my life story. that’s your mission now.”

“stay alive to know superman’s real name... okay, i get it.” it wasn’t blind trust in him, wasn’t even genuine trust, but at least, someone was trying to protect you, whether it was true or not, you weren’t so lonely anymore. the weird thing was having to put your faith in a superhero, like a kid again.

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IN THE SILENCE OF LOVE, hate sometimes echoes louder.

the only sentence you heard being whispered against your ear before you felt your wrists being locked behind your back, just like your ankles—as you were thrown into the lake. sinking immediately, you felt your chest hurt, as if it might explode as you tried to scream and struggle inside the freezing water, drowning.

fear, despair, anger. a mix of emotions rising through your mind, making you go crazy in your last attempt to breathe. you would never return to what you were.

death.

your heart raced when you woke from your sleep, panting and sweating as if you were being warned, as if your subconscious needed to tell you something, something you chose not to listen to. “jesus...” a long sigh escaped your lips in an attempt to calm down, a hand going towards your chest. “i’m fine... i’m fine, it was just a stupid nightmare.” you tried to convince yourself before looking at the digital clock on the nightstand. 11am, you overslept.

the noise inside and outside the house was noticeable, which was nothing new when you had two energetic little girls in the house who woke up early in the morning. brushing your teeth was a reflective task when you were thinking so much, almost forgetting what happened yesterday, but you couldn’t completely forget it even if you wanted to.

no one would ever know about it, perhaps for the sake of your own reputation. at best, you would only be kicked out of your house if your mother knew that you came in bob’s car late at night without his fiancée around or anyone else.

you just had to not show that there was anything different, so she could live in her fantasy of a perfect family. as if she hadn’t been a sinner since the day she got pregnant by your father in a one night stand. what a hypocrite, demanding of you what she did not do. you had to roll your eyes in the mirror when you thought about it.

“you woke up... almost lunch time.” your mother grumbled bitterly when she saw you yawn into the kitchen. there was always a tension in the room when it was just you and her, as if the light had been sucked out even when it was daylight. you heard the judgment even when she was just being sarcastic and mean to you because she could be.

a wry smile crept onto your lips, your eyes falling to your feet as you walked to the fridge, wanting to hydrate your dry throat from the time you had that nightmare. “yeah, good morning to you too.” your attempt to avoid any conflict was the only thing you knew how to do since you were thirteen, probably, it was the most sensible way to act.

but, she was never satisfied. work hard, work hard and it’s still not enough, why can’t you be what she wants? it’s so simple, just do it. “come home from church alone last night?” the question made you stay silent for a moment, drinking the water with your back to her in the same way she had her back to you while cutting some vegetables.

“yes. i’ll meet mrs. reynolds at church again today.” it wasn’t the first time you lied about something, strangely it felt better to lie whenever she used that tone of voice where you didn’t know if she wanted to kill you or not, it was hard to understand her when she seemed to want to see you confused. “i’m not gonna have lunch, i can buy something to eat later.”

just like your silence from before, your mother also fell silent, the only noise in the kitchen being the sound of the knife hitting the wood of the board where she was cutting carrots on top. “don’t come back late, your sisters only sleep when you get home.” she said coldly, still with her back to you even as you walked past her. “and if the neighbors see you coming home late, you know what happens, so don’t do it.”

“i know, i’ll be back before dark.” it wasn’t like it would take that long to help mrs. reynolds at church, you’d be home early and could just... stay in your room alone and quiet until dinner. but, let’s face it, mrs. reynolds could probably go on for, at least, four hours talking nonstop about absolutely any subject. she talked to you more than your own mother, how funny.

later.

2pm, the sun was shining through your bedroom window when you finished putting on your dress and went out, telling your mother that you were going to the church to help mrs. reynolds like you had said to her before. with a not very pleasant look, the older woman nodded, but not before muttering a: “what a weird dress.” as if she wasn’t the one who bought it for you.

like any other day, you ignored her before walking past your father—watching the news in the living room with one of your younger sisters sitting next to him. a smile played on your lips, thinking about how similar they were. “hey, hey... where are you going?” the little girl almost jumped off the couch the second she saw you heading towards the door.

curious and energetic, the kind that probably had the energy to spend an entire day running around the yard if your parents didn’t set limits on her. “church. why?” you answered her, looking down trying to hide the smile from before.

“can i go with you? please, please, please... i promise i’ll behave!” she was almost begging, but your father quickly got up from the couch and lifted her into his arms as if the short little girl was a sack of potatoes that he had placed easily over his shoulder—which earned him a harmless, half-angry snort of protest from her.

“leave your sister alone, you’re not going anywhere now, young lady.” he said playfully, still with her over his shoulder as he turned to wink at you and whisper a: “go.” without a doubt, perhaps your father was the only adult there who could show his affection without hurting someone first. honestly, not even you were like that sometimes, you couldn’t escape your mother’s blood running through your veins.

without saying anything, you walked out the front door, calmly, as if you were going for a walk—which you should have been doing if his car wasn’t waiting for you at the end of the street. always on time, you thought. you had to look around surreptitiously, making sure no neighbors were watching while trying to find a reason to simply talk about you and use your name with blasphemy.

bob saw you in the rearview mirror, pulling his cap off his face as he leaned back against the leather seat. he could have been a gentleman and opened the door for you, but he knew all too well that you didn’t want to be seen with him. you were young, untouched, naive, everything he hadn’t been in a long time, you were like fresh air to someone who hadn’t breathed in a long time.

he knew he couldn’t stay. he couldn’t let himself be enchanted by you, not when he had a fiancée. he was going to get married in a few months and his parents were counting on it, a good marriage, with a woman devoted to god who... didn’t know him, but liked what she saw for an hour or two a day. he never said he loved anyone, that said more about him than anything else could.

what could he do? he was always trying to be what he wasn’t, trying to be the version that pleased his parents—that pleased his father, as it should be. he had to be what his older brother wasn’t.

“escaping from the cops?” a nasal laugh escaped him as you sat next to him in the passenger seat. different from what he was used to, in a simple conversation you seemed to see him as he wanted to be seen, as a person beyond his faith.

“more like escaping from my family, but... yeah, almost like that.” a small smile appeared on your lips, but you hid it, looking forward as you buckled your seatbelt. then, your nose caught a whiff of a different smell, a smell you had smelled every now and then when your father was alone in the garage fixing the car. he wouldn’t let anyone in until he was done. your eyes curiously scanned around, stopping at the open pack of cigarettes on the dashboard. marlboro red.

despite the attention he kept on the road, he noticed where you were looking and took out a cigarette, placing it in front of you. “want one?” the second he offered, you quickly denied it and pushed his hand back a little with your index finger. “right, no damaged lung for you, i guess... that’s kinda nice of you.” it was a stupid joke, he didn’t talk like that around other people, but it was good to see when you tried to hide a smile or a laugh for something he said.

“it’s called healthy behavior.” you joked back and he could see how, slowly, you were letting him see beyond the expressions of boredom and silence that were characteristic of when you didn’t feel comfortable enough to say something. he had watched you before, several times, with caution, but curiosity and something else he didn’t dare to think about.

“healthy behavior, huh?” he agreed, but couldn’t help himself and ended up laughing while scratching his chin. you noticed that this was a recurring habit of his. “yeah, i’m sure you have a super healthy behavior... like, you stare at people, don’t smoke and eat all your veggies, that’s one way to put it, kid.”

kid. he called you that and probably, that was the first time you really paid attention to the fact that the two of you weren’t exactly close in age. 32, ten years age gap, it was almost funny to think about it—you barely talked to guys your own age, suddenly you were in the car of someone ten years older than you. but, there was nothing wrong with that, right? right? guys can be friends with girls too, even if you’ve been taught to think otherwise.

or, perhaps, being 22 didn’t mean you had the mind of a woman of that age when ignorance seemed to be a good thing. it means you’re still pure... and naive, and easy to manipulate or deceive, and easy not to question. stop. you sighed, but the smile on your face had already disappeared a few minutes ago.

“here we are.” his voice woke you from your brief trance of thoughts so fast that it was as if a billion tabs were open in your consciousness at the same time, almost like modern torture that you were responsible for doing to yourself. bob was no idiot, he noticed your silence and the change in expression as soon as he parked his car. “hey, are you okay?”

you licked your lips, staring at your fingers before turning your neck towards him and trying the best reassuring smile, which wasn’t always so reassuring. “yeah, i’m okay.” lying was a sin, so why did you still attend church knowing that you wouldn’t be saved in the end? no one was there really believing that they would.

bob nodded, but from the way his eyes lingered on you, there was something you weren’t telling him and he wasn’t going to try to make you say it, not now. “fine. i’ll ride you home later... i’m helping my dad with the church garden, but as soon as you’re done, let me know and we can go.”

you couldn’t say anything other than thank him in a low tone as you got out of his car and go into the church. everything was silent and clean, freshly cleaned, you could smell the cleaning products. the closest noise was outside, where you guessed the garden was, but the rest? just silence, a melancholy silence.

your eyes slowly landed on a painting of the last supper, right next to you. on the small table below it with an empty plate and a golden cup, you observed it and noticed small flaws in the painting. some colors and lines seemed different from the original work, but it was still harmonious in itself, the flaws made it something unique. “robert who painted it.” the female voice suddenly echoed behind you, you didn’t even hear her footsteps, or you were too focused to hear anything other than the beating of your heart. “i’m sorry, dear, did i scare you?”

“no, i... i was just looking at it, i’m fine, mrs. reynolds.” you answered her, but your heart was still racing as you stepped away from the painting on the wall to stand closer to the woman. mrs. reynolds was a good woman, always elegant and kind, you never heard anything shady about her and in a community where everything could be a reason, not hearing anything bad about someone was actually a good sign. “so... was it robert who painted it?”

he painted pictures. that was something, of course, he reproduced the painting of the last supper, but there was a touch of his own to it, like the subtle changes that he knew no one would notice if they didn’t look at it for a while.

“yes, he took art classes in high school and really enjoyed painting, it’s a shame he stopped. i always thought he had talent, but his father wanted to... change things a little.” she stopped talking quickly, giving a soft cough before touching your shoulder and turning you to face the opposite side of the painting. “come on, dear, you need to help me organize the choir for the weekend.”

god knows you didn’t want to think so much about what you knew before, but how could you not? honestly, you didn’t think a man like him would have such ease in being an artist. but, he was. a great artist, by the way, and this seemed to always be hidden by a thick layer of intimidation that he wore as if it were his favorite perfume. everyone had a different side to what they showed, his surprised you.

hearing what his mother said about him made you think that you didn’t know much beyond his name and who he was son of, that’s all. robert reynolds, the pastor’s son. he wasn’t just that, you could see it, even if you didn’t know what was beyond. you wanted to see everything, everything that was about him, no matter how dangerous and stupid it was, the fun was in the challenge.

“well, i think we’re done... thank you, sweetheart, you’re a great helper.” mrs. reynolds said as she placed the last piece of paper inside a black folder. each paper had the lyrics to the song the choir would sing next sunday, but you had to make changes—that’s why she needed your help, she wasn’t good at using the church printer and she could have asked anyone else for help, but why not you?

“it’s great to help you, mrs. reynolds.” your polite words made the woman smile. she spent most of her time thinking that she wished her youngest son had a wife like you, but benjamin seemed to care more about his video games than his responsibility to the church and god. you were too good for the boy and she, as a mother, recognized that.

at least, robert would have a good marriage, since his older brother was lost in sin and his younger brother... wouldn’t find anything steady any time soon. she was trying to settle for that.

“oh, before i forget... give your mom a hug for me and apologize to her for keeping you here for so long, she must be worried when you take time to get home.” yeah, sure... although you thought your mom appreciated it when you were away from her sometimes. “and go with god, my dear, may he protect you until you get home.”

she hugged you. despite the awkwardness, you hugged her back gently and forced a sweet, but confused smile, pulling away still uncertain of what had just happened. “amen, mrs. reynolds... uh, see you soon.”

as you walked out of the church, a thought came to your mind. you remembered that even that sweet lady had not been free from the rumors that always seemed to follow people around here—as you had previously thought. it had been a while, but you vaguely remembered hearing your mother and aunt talking about how mrs. reynolds had wanted a daughter, but never had one... so, three sons.

perhaps, this was directly linked to the affection she felt for you, which was strange, but curious at the same time. but, as for incessant thoughts, you already had enough, you didn’t need more.

for now, your task was just to look for bob, wherever in the garden he was, his car was still there, at least. the sooner you get home, the better. you’ll be able to distract yourself, avoid social interactions, and think a lot less. the problem was when things liked to... get drastically worse for you in the blink of an eye, this week was definitely not yours.

you felt a headache starting right in the center of your forehead, body going limp, legs feeling weaker as your hands began to shake. just walking started to be a difficult task, as if your head was way too heavy and your vision was too dark to see where you were going. oh, you didn’t have lunch, you didn’t have breakfast, not even the holy spirit could keep you on your feet when you didn’t do the bare minimum. surprising how you hadn’t passed out before.

you leaned against a wall and closed your eyes, stroking your forehead as you tried to stay calm, with a real fear that you would simply pass out right there—that’s when the strap of your bag slipped off and fell to the ground, the noise attracted bob’s attention who was approaching.

when he saw that it was you, he almost ran towards you and put one of his hands on your back, pulling you closer. “hey, hey... what are you feeling? are you feeling sick?” he immediately became concerned, starting to stroke your back with his eyes a little wide, waiting for you to say something quick. “you look pale as hell, come here.”

he pulled you even closer, using his fingers to lift your chin and make you look at him, trying to get you to answer him right away before he did something about it himself and carried you bridal style into the car. “i’m... i’m fine, just a little dizzy.” he almost laughed bitterly, not believing your answer for even a fraction of a second.

“have you noticed how many times you say you’re fine?” he arched an eyebrow, shaking his head. “and a little dizzy? your bag fell and you almost hit the ground with it. when was the last time you ate, girl?” great question, if you weren’t feeling sick you would have thought of a way to get away from it.

“i didn’t. the whole day.” bob’s eyes almost popped out of his head and it made you think he was going to give you a worse lecture than your parents could ever give you, but he just kept quiet and ran his fingers through his hair, still looking at you very seriously. his expression changed so quickly it was almost scary.

“to the car. now.” he just pointed to his own car and let go of you, letting you go while he bent down to pick up your bag from the ground. as soon as you got in and sat in the passenger seat, bob placed your bag on your lap and continued to look at you with that eyes. “the seatbelt.” he said before closing the door and walking around to get into the car.

you did what he said faster than you thought you would, following him with your eyes before he sat down in the driver’s seat and you shamefully looked away. the dizziness was still there, you still felt weak, but at least you were sitting up now and didn’t have to worry about fainting. however, the silence inside the car disappeared when you noticed that he didn’t take the same route he had taken to take you home before.

“where are we going?” your eyes flicked towards the window, looking the opposite way he was going—your mind already starting to race again as you shifted in your seat, practically trying to ignore your weakness.

“calm down,” bob was quick to answer you, placing a hand on your knee as he tried to make you look less restless. he was just trying to do something, or rather, trying to make sure you didn’t die. “i’m just taking you to eat something in the city. i’m not taking you home like this, your parents won’t like it.”

your parents won’t like it. your parents wouldn’t like any of this, not you in his car, not you talking to him, not you even getting close to him, but he wouldn’t know about it, just like your parents wouldn’t know about him. it wasn’t a dirty little secret, but it was a secret, a secret you agreed with yourself was best kept. modesty aside, you know you’ve become good at keeping secrets over the years.

“in the city? isn’t it... i don’t know, weird?” it wasn’t a loud question, you almost whispered as you stared at his hand on your knee, but he didn’t do anything to change that, in fact, his calloused fingers just tightened their grip a little more.

the silence lasted inside the car for a brief moment, until he took his hand off your knee as if nothing had happened. “is it weird that i don’t want you to die of malnutrition?” he could even pretend he didn’t, but you both knew why that felt weird. “just... relax, it’s not like people we know will see us together, it’s no big deal, actually, we’re fine.”

he was right, to a certain extent. there was nothing wrong with all this, but you still didn’t want people to see the two of you together... what if they talked about it? what if you became everything you were taught to fear? your chest hurt just thinking about it. so you shouldn’t think, not now. the city—or rather, its center—was far from where you lived, no one would see it, no one would know.

it was something so... small, but it seemed so big to someone who had never really had it. you won’t expect him to understand, nor did you understand.

he left you alone in the car when he went out to buy hot dogs at a stand near the lake. the town didn’t seem as quiet as your neighborhood, but it was calm, with bright lights almost blinding you and the loud noise of cars coming and going. you rested your head against the window, watching him as you thought he was trying to take care of you, in his own way.

bob couldn’t deny it, he had been very worried when he saw you like that earlier. you had to be an idiot to go a whole day without eating, believing that this could be even slightly positive when you literally simply forgot to eat. you could have fainted, hurt yourself, and so many other things that he avoided thinking about the possibilities.

nonchalantly, he walked back. carrying three hot dogs, he noticed the confusion on your face. “why three?”

“two are yours.” he pushed them towards you, almost as if it was obvious that they were for you. “what? you haven’t eaten all day, don’t tell me a hot dog will be enough. you better eat it all or i��ll throw you into the lake.” the small smile that appeared on her face made him smile too, but he quickly covered it up. “stop laughing, i’m serious!”

his fake anger only makes you laugh a little harder, biting into one of the hot dogs as you looked away towards the lake you could see through the windshield. “would you really throw me in the lake?” it was a little question just to tease you, though you can’t help but remember the nightmare you had. the lake and... everything else, it doesn’t matter anymore, you just got scared by it.

“if you don’t eat it all, yes.” he let his smirk show a little more as he sat down on the seat again, starting to eat his hot dog and letting the silence welcome the two of you.

the lake cut the city in half, you remembered walking with your parents around here when you were a child, but as you grew up, your parents moved to the rural side and consequently, walking along the lake became something that no longer happened. your sisters were babies, they needed care and you could understand that your parents’ attention was no longer yours.

there was a certain nostalgia there if you looked long enough, as if you could still hear and see perfectly a time in your life that you missed.

slowly, you finished your first hot dog and it wasn’t surprising, but he was right about one hot dog not being enough, even after devouring the first one, you were still hungry. a chuckle escaped him as he looked at you out of the corner of his eyes, he felt more relieved to see you eating like you should have done before.

“this lake seemed bigger when i was a kid.” bob grumbled, letting you know that you probably shared the same feeling when you looked at the lake, even though you hadn’t said anything about it, he could kind of tell on his own. “you know... my older brother used to bring me to ride my bike with him ’round here.” he laughed to himself. “that’s how i got my first broken bone... my left arm at eight.”

he was opening up, somehow, telling you something he didn’t usually show he missed. “my brother was so desperate that he cried more than me... afraid that our parents would freak out on him.” sweet memories for him, he kept each of these in a special place in his mind, trying not to forget them over the years.

you turned a little more towards him, curiously staring at him as he spoke so genuinely about it. “i don’t remember meeting your brother... i mean, not the older one.” your words made his smile grow a little weaker, he had to sigh, there were too many thoughts in his mind about the matter.

“yeah, he... left the city about seven years ago.” it was like seeing through the surface, the subject seemed complex to him and you would never force him to talk about it. but, bob still had a little bit of it stuck inside him, no matter how much he pushed it to the back of his mind and tried to disguise it. was still there when he slept, was still there when he woke up. “i think he moved to chicago... or something, it’s been a while since i last heard from him.”

the gears in your mind worked and you were able to understand that the relationship between his older brother and the rest of the family seemed troubled, so they all seemed to ignore his existence, but bob couldn’t do it, he secretly refused. he would never do anything his parents did to a son, it was just too late now.

“i see.” you said quietly, wrinkling the bridge of your nose as you finished eating your hot dog—you felt a little sorry for him, wondering what could be going through his mind.

he coughed, fingers stroking his chin in the way you’d seen before. “anyway... i’m gonna throw this trash away.” he started picking up the hot dog wrappers. “you can come with me if you want, we can take a look at the lake.” his offer was way too tempting when you noticed that you felt much better than before, of course you accepted, already getting up from your seat.

the breeze of the wind against your face made you sigh, opening your arms a little as if you were free, finally feeling free and it was... good, like eating too much ice cream on a hot day, was what you needed. you didn’t even know what you were thinking, but it felt good in your mind.

“don’t walk too fast... you might almost fall to the ground again.” he teased, tossing the wrappers into the nearest trash before shoving his hands in his pockets to walk beside you. “what happened to all that talk about this being weird, huh?”

the part near the lake was a little darker, probably because of the trees covering the streetlights, it was almost difficult to walk without tripping a little, so you ended up holding on his arm. he didn’t push you away, nor did he complain, he just kept you there. “it’s only weird if someone is watching us.” you answered him without much care, but you thought that perhaps you should have thought about your words better before... saying them out loud.

“it’s only weird if someone is watching us? damn, someone is getting bold with her words.” you were close, you could smell him when you were clinging to his arm. he smelled like his cigarettes, but it was a stronger smell than the one inside his car, you liked the way he smelled and the way it felt welcoming even when it shouldn’t be. the problem was probably with you, or him, or both, it was a matter of time until this question was answered.

it wasn’t that you were bold with words, you just... repeated what you thought you should. but if he thought you were bold, then maybe that could be a good thing, right?

“well... it’s getting late and i’m supposed to get you home safely. your parents will want my head.” he grumbled, staring at the lake, probably imagining that your parents really wanted to kill him for taking so long to bring you home. the point is: your parents didn’t know you were with him, even more so in the city center—you had created kinda a terrible situation to deal with.

you gently let go of his arm and moved a little closer to the edge of the lake, staring at the water as the noise of traffic seemed to be further away. “they won’t want your head,” anyone else wouldn’t tell and would let the story go, but why not tell him? you made it a secret, so he should know he was involved. “they don’t even know that you give me a ride or that i’m with you now. they won’t know, will they?”

he watched silently as you turned to him, staring at him as you said your words as if you were questioning whether or not he would tell your parents. bob didn’t want to get in the middle of your family relationship, if you didn’t tell them it was because you had a reason, he knew that better than anyone. “no,” he sighed. “but, that’s just one more reason for me to take you home now... or they’ll think about things i know you don’t want them to.”

and he was completely right. your parents couldn’t suspect that you were doing things you shouldn’t, your mother couldn’t.

you were inside his car again, the same thing, staring at the rearview as he drove back to the rural side. you heard him clear his throat to get your attention, but he spoke before you even had time to look at him. “i thought it’d be better not to ask, but...” bob didn’t know how to approach certain subjects, especially family ones. he didn’t talk about it comfortably most of the time, so he preferred to think it was the same for other people. “why didn’t you tell them about me? i mean, i'm just giving you rides... it’s no big deal.”

it was cute how he thought it didn’t mean anything when people would rather assume things of their own free will. “i get why you don’t want the neighbors to see us ’cause they’re such fuckin’ gossipers... but, your parents? they should know.” he didn’t want any trouble, but he was also worried about you and your reasons for not wanting to tell your parents something so simple.

this conversation wasn’t the kind of thing you enjoyed, it was the kind of conversation that made you feel a lump in your throat every time it started. “my dad maybe, but my mom? no way, you don’t know her.” you replied, not being able to look at him, just keeping your eyes on the road with an unhappy expression. “she’d make my life a living hell if she knew about this, ’cause nothing to her is truly innocent unless she decides it is. so, i won’t tell... and she won’t get the chance to treat me like i’m someone’s other woman.”

bob swallowed hard. he didn’t know it was like this for you. he figured there might be something more beneath the surface, but he didn’t realize you saw your own mother more as an enemy than a friend. once again, you had more similarities than he first imagined. “i’m sorry for... getting you into this, i guess.” he kept his eyes on the road like you were doing, he didn’t know the reason for the apology but he asked for it anyway, if he hadn’t offered the ride then you wouldn’t have had to lie.

“don’t apologize, bob.” you said almost immediately when he stopped at the red light. “i think you’re the last person who should apologize to me. that thing i feel everywhere... that heavy feeling in my chest disappears when you’re talking to me and i don’t know why, but it feels good. i like to be myself when i’m around you, so... you shouldn’t apologize for making me feel better.”

you couldn’t completely understand why you said all that so quickly, but you said it anyway, and you could see out of the corner of your eye how confused and surprised he was by it. “i...” bob didn’t know what to say to you, the words died on his tongue before he could just say them. but, he appreciated how vocal you were about how good he was doing for you, even though you had only spent a short time together.

“you don’t need to say anything.” you grumbled, he could feel that maybe silence was the best option now, not the bad silence, it was the comforting silence when you were really understanding each other without having to actually say something. he understood you, you understood him, one way or another, you chose to believe that there was some connection between you in this.

the silence lasted until you heard the car pulling up near your neighborhood, but not exactly there, not in the same place as before. he didn’t say anything for a moment, but you turned to look at him and he knew what you would ask. “wanna go to the city with me again? friday.” he asked, a little apprehensively but genuinely, you saw the way he was shaking his leg.

“bob... we shouldn’t,” you answered him immediately, but the look of “please” on his face almost made you forget what you had said. your voice trailed off, you just scratched the back of your neck and sighed, as if you were giving up. “fine. but, you know, no one can see us and... neither can my parents.”

he knew that, those were the rules you created for that and bob wanted to be close to you, he wasn’t going to deny that now, after what you said it made him realize that he felt the same way. “i know,” his leg stopped moving. “no one will see us, i promise.”

something in you told you not to do it, not to agree to just go out with him—because that’s what it was—he had a fiancée, but he hadn’t mentioned her, not once, as if he had forgotten her. you thought it was... something to think about, but you decided not to think about it, not so much.

“it’s okay.” you started to unbuckle your seatbelt, noticing how there was something in the air and it wasn’t exactly the smell of his cigarette that seemed stuck there.

“7pm, here. i think it’s safer here than... inside your neighborhood.” he had a point. within your neighborhood someone could see through the windows much more easily, now here... it was just dark, but not far, you could walk home and it would be as if nothing had happened. nothing had happened between you and him.

you thought about saying something but stopped, just nodding as you slung the strap of your bag over your shoulder to get out of the car. his eyes were on you and yours met his blue ones. how dangerous, you felt a chill in your stomach, something that shouldn’t be there, but suddenly it was.

his large hand reached your knee gently, squeezing it the same way he had done before and he leaned towards you. you should have moved away, but you didn’t, you stayed there, feeling his approach and enjoying it, enjoying the rush that surged through your body when he did it.

the tips of your noses touched, your breaths slowly mingled and you smelled that marlboro red scent again, his scent, the scent that meant him. a little more, a little closer, his lips touched yours in the gentlest way a touch could be, you closed your eyes and felt the sin, the best sin you ever committed, the one which made you feel good once again.

a kiss, just a little kiss, so quick you barely tasted it, but it was... reassuring, calming, real and you imagined it that way, he imagined it that way. that was a problem, you would drown in your own feelings, but he made you not want to think about it anymore.

to be continued...

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𝟎𝟎𝟓.⠀ DEAR─GOD⠀⠀٭⠀ֹ⠀۪⠀ ❝ ⠀art donaldson.⠀ ꒰⠀single:⠀꒱ ⠀so ︎ close ︎ to ︎ what⠀❞⠀⠀bot drop⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀PRE⠀ ̸ RELEASE

⠀⠀❝ֹ ֹ⠀ haven’t see you in two years, but⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ baby, we still breathe the same air ⠀ּ ּ❞

BOT⠀♡⠀ ꒰⠀all the no-good thoughts⠀꒱⠀ ─ SUMMARY ♡⠀ back then: art donaldson, retired former tennis player, a absolutely legend for his time, so acclaimed in his good guy image... if they only knew his little secret, the little secret he had with his daughter’s best friend.

WORD COUNT⠀♡⠀ 2.5k⠀ ─⠀⠀ CONTAINS⠀♡⠀dilf!art x young!reader. smut content. agegap ꒰ 25 · 45 ꒱ hard & strong language. cheating. slightly mentions of god. blowjob. dirty talk. slightly size kink.⠀+ 18, minors who interact with this will be blocked.⠀⠀⠀⸜ ꒰ ˃ ᵕ ˂ ꒱ ⸝ ೂ

two years ago. fourth semester of college, you had already lost count of how many times you had been stressed, cried, gotten angry and felt your family putting more and more weight on your shoulders. summer break at home were hell, the worst kind, as if your dad were the devil in the flesh.

’cause of this, like an angel, your roommate—and best friend—suggested that you shouldn’t go to your house, but to hers. lily felt lonely all summer, most of the time, not that her parents weren’t around, they just had a few (many) other things to do. you were always there for her, so she felt like she should do the same for you this summer.

bad idea, the worst idea that could’ve crossed her mind.

it wasn’t as if art and tashi’s marriage was still on good terms, quite the opposite, they only stayed together ’cause it seemed too late to waste their energy on a divorce. almost fifty years old now, what could they do?

that’s why they ran away from each other all the time, just like they were a couple in front of the cameras, they didn’t even sleep in the same room at home anymore. everything still seemed so normal to them, lily never even cared about it, almost as if she was trying to be completely oblivious.

this got worse when art learned that you liked tennis, that you had already watched many of his matches and in a way, you had an admiration that he had never really seen so closely. he was dazzled, pretending he didn’t mind—though he was paying attention to every step you took. twenty years younger than him, was he freaking out? yeah, he was.

you were already an adult enough, sure, but you were still too young for him... and, shit, you were also his daughter’s best friend, what the fuck was he thinking when he imagined you in his bed? art had dealt with everything he needed to deal with... now he had to deal with you too.

and he knew exactly how to deal with you.

“i saw you playin’ tennis with lily,” yeah, right, you had seen him watching you and his daughter play tennis on the court, nothing much, just having fun—you had noticed that he, somehow, saw it all as a competition. “you’re pretty good, why didn’t you pursue a career?”

1am, you were staring at him while sitting on the bed, not understanding exactly why he was starting a conversation right now, especially shirtless. “ahn, well... it’s just that i wasn’t that interested in tennis to the point of... you know, wantin’ a career.” you could see the surprise in his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe.

“damn... i get why you and lily got along.” he gave a low, dry laugh, just remembering the thousands of times he and tashi had tried to make lily follow in their footsteps, which she had always refused—so they had just accepted it and forgotten about it. “anyway, do you need something? are you feelin’ comfortable here?”

“yeah, thank you...” you nodded in agreement, giving him a weak smile, trying to be polite even though you were still getting used to their whole family dynamic. “sorry if i’m being intrusive, but what are you doing up, mr. donaldson? i’m just curious.”

a white-toothed smile appeared on art’s face when he heard the way you called him, it made him feel old, definitely, but it also warmed something inside him. “nothing, i think i’m just havin’ trouble sleeping... everything’s fine, don’t worry.”

then, he sighed, looking around. the house was quiet, he knew how fast his wife and daughter slept, he also used to sleep fast a few months ago. but, now his mind was clouded by no-good thoughts, and god, he wanted to get rid of it, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to until he acted on the root of the problem.

“you don’t look sleepy at all either...” he grumbled. “wanna keep me company? i made coffee.” you could even refuse, but there was no way, he was looking at you like a sad, abandoned puppy, not like a forty-five year old man should.

you got up and followed him downstairs, the lights in the whole house were off, except for the one in the kitchen—making the whole place a little melancholic, kinda dark, way too quiet. art poured a cup of coffee for you, then one for himself, trying to hide how much he was watching every little expression you made.

he wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful in those pajamas, and that, maybe, you’d look better without them. but, he just swallowed hard, sipping his coffee in silence. “what are you lookin’ at?” his cup tapped lightly against the marble counter, he was smiling again, with a spark of something you couldn’t quite identify. “i like walkin’ around here shirtless, i hope you don’t mind... look all you want.”

your eyes narrowed a little, a confused laugh escaping you, was he really saying what you heard or was it just in your head? your best friend’s dad... so blatantly telling you that you could look at his bare chest all you wanted. “mr. donaldson, i...” he coughed before you could continue your sentence which he could almost imagine what it’d be.

“no mr. donaldson me, i’m not that old... just call me art, please?” cursed was the time lily invited you to spend the summer break at her house—when you weren’t exactly aware of how tempting her dad could be when he wanted and needed something. “so, come on, pretty princess, let’s be honest... you’re not just lookin’ for the sake of it, are you?”

you sighed heavily, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes as he stopped beside you, taking the coffee cup from your hand. dear god, you thought, noticing the way he leaned against the counter, looking you up and down. “i’m listenin’ to whatever you wanna tell me.” art whispered, so close to your face you could almost feel the heat of his body.

“your wife’s sleeping upstairs, art.” you didn’t really know what to say, your brain was almost short-circuiting with the implication of his words. your heart was racing just thinking about the danger of simply kissing a married man with his wife and daughter sleeping upstairs.

his only reaction was to chuckle softly, now leaning more against you as one of his large hands gently caressed your shoulder. “and so was i when she cheated on me,” he clicked his tongue. “it’s not a revenge, actually, i don’t care about it. but if you do, we can just act like this never happened.”

a little weird, he was giving you the chance to walk away, though he already knew internally that you wouldn’t leave and he was fuckin’ right, you didn’t move a single muscle to be away from him. “i don’t know if i believe you.”

“so let me show you why you should believe me...” art’s hand on your shoulder pulled you closer to him, until your chest was pressed against his bare one, your eyes just in front of his lips like a silent invitation. “desire cannot be faked, sweetheart... i can’t pretend, and neither can you.”

his hand came up, grabbing the back of your neck before crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that was as messy as hot—it was the dirtiest mistake you could ever make, but it felt so right and so good that you almost wanted to pray as you kissed him. he was the worst of men, so maybe you were the worst of women.

art moaned against your lips, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip before his large hand ran down your back. “can you be quiet for me? we don’t wanna wake anyone up... yeah?” his breath was warm in your ear, his lips brushing against your neck before he gave you another one of his smiles that you now understood what they meant.

too late to regret anything, he had already placed you on the counter, pushing the coffee maker as if he couldn’t care less about that bad coffee he had made earlier. he was holding your chin, kissing your lips with fervor and messiness, like he could barely process where your lips actually were ’cause he just wanted to kiss you so badly.

it was too risky to do much, but art wasn’t thinking, neither were you—the rush was taking over, more than it should’ve, so you pushed him back. but, this wasn’t you giving up, no, not at all, you pulled him with you to the other side of the counter, pushing him against it, hands running down his bare chest, stopping at the hem of his pants, wanting to see if this was really real or just a bluff from that old man.

his breath caught in his throat as he leaned back a little, hands braced on the edge of the counter behind him as he enjoyed the sight of you getting down on your knees in front of him. as if he were a god waiting for your prayer, your god.

art felt like he could come just from this holy sight, but he held back, running his tongue over his slightly swollen lower lip, reddish after what you did to it.

you pulled down his sweatpants like he was just another one on your list and he was obsessed with every second of it, he had forgotten what it was like to want something as much as he wanted you. “you’re the one who’s gonna need to keep quiet...” you teased him, tracing the line of his bulge, making him feel his legs weaken.

your mouth was on him in minutes, knees on the carpet, art’s knuckles were turning white from the way he held himself against the counter—gasping every time your hand squeezed his balls and made him see stars. his cock was throbbing inside your mouth, desperately begging for release. he wouldn’t last long, not when his desire was screaming inside him.

“mhnm... fuck... where did you learn that?” opening his mouth was enough for a low moan to escape him, his blue eyes watching intently the way he pumped into your mouth. “you’re being so good to me, pretty... princess...” he began to stroke your hair, letting you take him deeper and deeper.

art wasn’t a small man and he was quite proud of his size, not that many women had access to that, but he liked to see your cute little face struggling not to choke—though he was thrusting his hips forward just to make you feel him all the way to the roof of your mouth. “no, no... no choking... take me like a good little girl, yeah? you can do it.” he gasped, rolling his eyes, the hand in your hair going to your cheek.

he could see your effort to please him and, fuck, that was the most arousing thing he had seen in months.

you were the worst friend and guest in the whole world, but that didn’t matter now that your host felt so good fucking your mouth like you were his fleshlight—he’d be lying if he said that wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever received, maybe it could also be his need speaking louder.

art was getting closer and closer to the edge, it wasn’t hard to notice that, he had been without the right incentive for a while, you were making him look like an idiot, but he couldn’t take it anymore when you were what he needed, you didn’t even need to touch him that much to make him go all the way.

“slow down... or i’ll come...” he said between sighs, as if you weren’t already so invested in this that you’d actually listen to him, he didn’t know you well enough yet to know how you could be. “shit... why... why are you going faster...?”

what was the fun in giving an older man a blowjob if you couldn’t make him whimper for you while you swallowed his whole cock?

“keep whimpering or i’ll stop.” you said, pulling your mouth away from his reddish length for just a measly second, just so he could see that string of saliva that connected you to him. art felt pathetic, just like he had twenty years ago and he wanted more of that guilty youth you made him feel.

he might not obey you, but he did the opposite, just nodding his head as he positioned his hips forward again, almost begging you to make him come down your throat. “don’t stop, please... make me come...” he grumbled, nibbling on his bottom lip, waiting for you.

he had to cover his mouth with his wrist when you went back to sucking him, so hard and good that he’d barely be able to stand if the counter wasn’t behind him. even so, you could hear his whimpers, begging for you, for your mouth, for your tongue. “your mouth... fuck, it’s so good... i need it everyday...”

you could see when his breathing started to get more labored, his eyes opening with difficulty, trying to stay calm even with the sensation completely dominating him. then, he was coming undone on your tongue, thick jets of hot seed hitting your throat as he used both hands to hold your head in place.

“swallow it all, every drop.” he said with a low growl, forcing you to take every drop of what he was offering you until it was empty and softened outside your mouth. “jesus christ, you made me a mess...” a chuckle escaped him as he felt lighter.

you got up from the floor when he offered you a hand after the heated moment between you, watching you with a loving gaze—he didn’t even understand why, but he was looking at you like that without noticing. “can i sleep now, mr. donaldson?” you called him that again just for the teasing, making him roll his eyes.

“stop it... and yeah, you can, but...” he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his bare chest after pulling his sweatpants up again. “only if you promise to do it again tomorrow.”

“a promise, huh? okay, that’s a promise then.” too bad for you, you didn’t know this would haunt you two years later.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰ miss possessive by. tate mcrae ꒱

pretty girl gon’ learn your lesson!⠀彼から目を離してください⠀. .⠀❕❕⠀oh, yeah. who is she?⠀the queen of metropolis, daughter of the ♡ goddess of love: the “ miss possessive!reader ”⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀ 🎀 ❔

⠀⠀⠀ ꒰ best paired with⠀𑑘 superman! don’t say it. ꒱⠀𓏲

the kinda-shapeshifting-illusionist next door. don’t get it? oh, right, well... she changes shape every time she needs to manipulate someone, becomes the one that person wants the most ( or just their ideal type ) and voilà, she gets what she wants. she can become you, she can become me, she can be everyone. she’s not a heroine, nor a villain, she’s just a girl who — sometimes — needs to get her hands dirty to make sure she doesn’t get ripped off by pathetic people. ♡

parents? she doesn’t know about her stupid dad, but her mom... the dear goddess aphrodite, gifted her with her sweet individuality, you can consider her a demigoddess. queen of metropolis? she’s kinda an it girl, for the cops and some vigilantes, probably. what? it’s not like she’s afraid of making money from things she shouldn’t, but there are some limits. don’t try to deceive a deceiver!

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๘ ꒰ ੭ ˊ ᵕ ˋ ꒱ ੭⠀not her fault if people want to see looks before everything else.⠀ ( she just doesn’t know that her powers don’t work on kryptonians. )⠀ shh! keep this secret. ⠀💬❕ she’s gonna need his help and that’s gonna be... interesting.

why miss possessive?⠀ err, you’ll understand later. but, for now, think about your own personal tastes and you’ll know her. as you know, she might be me... she might be you. ⠀ :p

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mai’s diary notes.⠀♡⠀my first reader 🥹 i’ve never done this before, so i tried to do my best to make her as inclusive as possible based on my initial idea — which was basically something like when percy jackson sees aphrodite for the first time and she looks like annabeth ’cause she has the power to manifest herself with the appearance that most attracts the observer. she can look however you want, be yourself or someone else, her real characteristics will probably never be mentioned, so... 💋 have fun!

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“arthur, don’t put all the flour in at once,” letting art help you make a brownie recipe was, definitely, like letting a kid—trapped in the body of a supposedly functional adult—help you. “you have to add it little by little and stir so it doesn’t clump, got it?”

you tried to explain with all your good will, but he just stopped and sighed. he looked at you out of the corner of his eyes and then, at the brownie batter in front of him again. “what did you just say?” he questioned, pretending not to have heard correctly and before you could repeat your sentence, he spoke again. “before talking about how much flour i put in the batter.”

“arthur?” oh, that’s when you realized your fatal mistake. no way, you called him by his full name, that was like a punch in the gut, a knife in his back—he was almost pouting now.

“yeah. what happened to my love, darling or sweetie? i’m truly hurt right now.” art shook his head in discontent as he went back to stirring the batter. sure, he was just messing with you, but it seemed so real that if you knew him a little less, you’d believe it. “and here i was, thinkin’ that you loved me so much that you even let me help you.”

“oh, drama queen...” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms—just to see if your behavior would piss him off just a little bit, it wouldn’t though, he couldn’t get mad at you.

“drama queen?” he raised his eyebrows as if you had deeply offended him. “calling me arthur hurt less.” then, he simply ran his finger through the flour that had fallen on the whole counter and put it on your cheek. “i think i deserve an reward after being so hurted by your words.”

before he could give his reward suggestion—which you already knew what it’d be—you walked away without him being able to try and make an effort to convince you. “i won’t play tennis with you again, you’re too competitive.”

he knew you’d try to run away, so he ran after you as if he needed you to listen to him. “i’m not competitive, i just like to win.” art grumbled, trying to use his puppy dog face to make you give him what he wanted. “pretty please? you can call me arthur as much as you want... and i can let you win one match.”

“just one?” bargaining with him wasn’t exactly easy, but you just had to push him a little to the edge and he’d accept. “four and i can think about it.”

“four? why four? you don’t even last four matches.”

“’cause it’s my lucky number. is it this or nothing, arthur?”

he rolled his eyes, realizing that his puppy dog face wouldn’t work this time and nodded. “fine. four wins for you, ma’am. but, don’t call me that.”

a smirl appeared on your lips as your hands went to his shoulders, you felt quite victorious with something that should’ve been his reward. “you said i could call you that as much as i wanted, arthur, you forgotten so quickly?”

and the brownie batter on your counter? yeah, apparently tennis were way more important than brownies—not that that was news. you’re dating a tennis player, not a pastry chef (and that’s obvious).

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୨୧⠀summary!⠀you and rafe are the complete opposites of what an exemplary college student would be and, honestly, you can barely stand each other. except when he’s the one responsible for de-stressing your brilliant brain for you.︎⠀♥︎

୨୧⠀content warning:⠀ smut. hard & strong language. weed mentions. enemies with benefits. masturbation. slightly praise kink. dirty talk. fingering. handjob. ୨୧⠀wordcount:⠀2.8k⠀·⠀again, minors do not interact!

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star student, there was an appeal to being the highest-graded student in the class, though college was more about survival than being exemplary. you decided that surviving wasn’t your only goal, but rather always being the best, almost a matter of honor for your competitive brain.

everything could be a competition if you tried hard enough not to be the loser. but, rafe believed that you were actually just a spoiled know-it-all in who’d end up successful, because you’re brilliant, but alone and divorced at thirty... or rather, maybe not even divorced because he doubted you could stand to be around anyone without losing your temper with them in the next five minutes.

he certainly had a lot of opinions about you for someone who’d make the long walk to the visual arts building just to see the know-it-all who pretends to be a nobel prize winner in physics.

and he’d say it from the rooftops if he wasn’t drooling over you and your beautiful, stupidly smart brain that he’d like to do many things with which, again, he’d never mention out loud. envy or weird love, probably hard to say which feeling was stronger in him.

it wasn’t like you didn’t have controversial opinions about him either. like his stupidity, his bad sarcastic comments, his slowness, his use of weed beyond what’s supposed to be recommended, maybe looking like a chimney wasn’t exactly cool. he was intelligent, not the scientist type, but as hot as insufferable.

rafe was the perfect person to set an example for you of what not to do, so you criticized him whenever you had the chance, then he criticized you whenever he had the chance. it wasn’t an academic competition, much less an artistic one, maybe it was just one about who could last the longest without trying to get into the other’s pants again.

the first competition you both lost.

in the passenger seat of his minivan, you had your arms crossed over your chest and a grumpy expression on your face. rafe looked at you over his shoulder, rolling his eyes and chuckling softly at your behavior before taking a drag on his joint. “you need to relax, two-shoes,” a low cough between his words. “i swear this one is good.” he offered you the joint, but you grabbed his wrist and pushed it away from you. “fine, you’re the boss.”

silence reigned in his minivan for a few minutes before he sighed and put his joint aside, looking at you, waiting for you to tell him what was making you so mad that you asked to spend time with him and didn’t insult him yet. a miracle, honestly. “it’s not like i’m going to care that much, but if you want to talk about what’s makin’ your lame ass hurt so bad... i’m all ears.” yeah, he wasn't really unbearable.

“i’m just stressed, rafe,” you sighed, still looking as grumpy as you did before. “and a joint isn’t going to make that better.” you took away his hopes and he just looked like a kicked puppy after knowing that you didn’t even want to try the best thing he could offer you. “i just need to stop thinkin’ about my academic life, that shit is killin’ me.”

“i see...” he mimicked your behavior, crossing his arms in front of his body with a slightly serious expression. “get a dog and teach it to bite you every time you spend more than three minutes quiet.” rafe suggested in the dumbest way he could think of, starting to laugh when he saw that it only made you more grumpy. “okay, okay... i can drive around, how ’bout that? i’ll take you somewhere nice... and i can make you chill your brain, princess.”

his words echoed in your mind as he drove around, you didn’t know where he was taking you and honestly, you just hoped that this would be enough to take your mind off all that unbearable pressure on your shoulders. ironic that he was the one who cared enough to want to take care of you when you turned to him.

twenty minutes or a little less, the silence was quite loud, though the music on the radio was too, you were talking to your own thoughts and he was trying to talk to you, even if you couldn’t hear him. the sun had already set on the horizon, the blue sky was no longer as vivid as it used to be and the clouds were slowly covering the stars that were trying to appear. melancholic, you thought.

you would’ve even thought about it a little more if you hadn’t been distracted by the minivan pulling up. the whole city right in front of your eyes through the windshield, you had never seen it before. “a viewpoint?” your eyes didn’t want to leave that sight, but you did it anyway, looking at rafe with a little more than that tired, stressed mood from before.

“the best place in this shitty city, actually. nobody comes here, perfect to have a nice joint,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest before leaning back in his seat. “i mean, it’s a good place to chill with a pretty girl, yeah? now smile a little, you’re makin’ me depressed.”

“your life is already makin’ you depressed.” you retorted and he just laughed, placing his hand over his chest as if he had been slapped hard.

“ouch, princess, why so mean?” then, rafe sighed, almost like a snort, looking away from you for nothing more than a second. “come on, you can’t stay sulking forever... you need a helping hand or somethin’ to lighten that mood?”

you knew perfectly well what he meant by helping hand, not that he was discreet with the meaning of his words when his hand was already snaking over your bare knee. “i’m trying to be generous with you today, but looks like you don’t deserve my generosity right now.” he was just teasing you, quite predictable, it wasn’t like he’d deny you if you just looked at him with that look.

“you were less pathetic to try to finger me back then, you know?” your not-really-funny joke made him laugh, kinda bothered as he took his hand off your knee, adjusting your seat so you could lie down a little more.

“yeah, yeah, pathetic... let’s see who will be the pathetic one here in a few minutes.” damn bastard. you should’ve known rafe was silly, goofy and whatever, but he took it seriously when you called him pathetic, almost as if that was his only weakness when it came out of your mouth, specifically.

before you could think straight, his hand was already on you again, between your thighs, caressing the thin fabric of your underwear while he didn’t even look at you. he looked so good, not at all bothered like he was before by your little joke, maybe because he knew you’d still have a massive crush on him even if he was the most jerk man in the whole world.

your skirt meant nothing more than a boring piece of cloth that was getting in the way of him reaching his goal and, honestly, he wanted to take it off right that second, but he held himself back. “pussy and joint, thank god.” yeah, well, he was high, you already knew that anyway.

“are you going to be quiet or do you need me to sit on your stupid face?” rafe paused for a second contemplating your words before nodding, pulling your panties down as if he was following orders you didn’t even have to give him.

“this isn’t as threatening as you think it is.”

“rafe.”

“it’s the weed.”

and could you stay mad at him? definitely not. he was a little... well, frustrating and silly, but damn, you could put up with so much bullshit if it meant having his fingers all the way on you. rafe was the perfect blend of everything you couldn’t be, the perfect antidote to whatever it was you had.

his long finger with a silver ring stroked your clit gently, little pressure, just looking at you as if he wanted to gauge exactly what you wanted and how you wanted it. he wasn’t a stranger to it, but pleasing you every time was what he wanted to do. “can i put my finger inside?” anyone could say anything about him, except that he wasn’t a good boy even when he was fingering you.

“yeah.” you sighed deeply, watching his fingers caress your clit before moving down your slit in an almost chilling manner. that was exactly what you needed and you couldn’t believe how well he did it even when he was kind of high.

you had to bite your lips, his middle finger stroked your entrance for a brief moment, using your own juices to make you wetter for him—which, honestly, you already were, but he wanted a little more, just for the show. until he began to lightly pump his finger in and out for a good time, watching you with a small smirk, listening to your every single little grunt.

“you look so pretty with my finger inside your pussy, princess.” he almost sounded like he was purring in his whisper, putting a little more force on your finger and increasing the pace. didn’t you want to de-stress? then, he’d de-stress you nice and deep. “can you suck it for me?”

rafe pulled his finger out of you, making you miss it for a minute before he brought his wet finger to your lips. “open your mouth for me.” he asked in the nicest way possible waiting for you to open your pretty little mouth, like he wasn’t finger fucking you before, like he was a sweet gentleman. “yes. just like that, you’re so obedient, princess.”

he brushed his finger across your lips, chuckling softly in a sly manner. “this could be your lip gloss... i’d love to kiss you with that taste...” he stuck his finger in your mouth, running the tip over your tongue, making you taste yourself on his finger before going deeper. his silver ring was cold against your lips as he was tickling your throat, he loved the sight. “you choke so well on my cock, i wanna see if you do the same with my finger.”

idiot, that was the truth about him, he was still chuckling softly like a silly boy when he purposely started trying to make you choke on his finger. you’d be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t like the way he treated you. “there you go, nice and wet.” he seemed satisfied when he made you gag enough for your eyes to water, it was exactly what he wanted to see. “back to your sweet pussy...”

you took a deep breath as he removed his finger from your mouth, saliva wetting the corner of your lips as he slowly put his finger back inside you, pumping in and out again. “you’re going too slow.” your words came out with a spark of discontent.

“yeah, princess? let’s do this your way then... is that fast enough for you?” the question was almost on purpose, just because he absurdly increased the pace of his fingers and wanted to see if you’d answer him without sighing. which you didn’t, and like the good bastard he always was, this served to make him feel way proud about the effect he had on you. “or do you need a little more?”

he put another finger inside you, making you let out a restrained moan as you bit your lower lip, then he stopped. “no. i wanna hear you. now... or i’ll stop again.” he warned, moving his fingers inside you again. hearing you moan was like listening to music, he couldn’t get tired, especially knowing that he was the one making you moan like that.

but, rafe was weak and you could see the bulge growing in his pants, but he was too busy pleasuring you to care about how horny he felt.

“rafe,” you called him, your hand slowly moving towards his thigh. he was making you feel so fucking good, it was fair that you did the same for him too. “let me touch you too... please.” a smirk began to appear on his lips when he heard you asking to touch him, that was the last straw and he knew he couldn’t deny you anything—not when his fingers were so deep in your pussy.

“yes, princess, whatever you want. my cock is yours... to do what you want.” he grunted, using his free hand to pull his pants down, a little bit, just so he could pull his cock out of his boxers. thick and hard, waiting for your touch. then, he took your hand, guiding it towards his erect member and wrapping your fingers around it. “mhmmh... sweet girl.”

he began to arch his hips upwards as he thrust his fingers deeper inside you again and again, pumping in and out quickly, your moans intensifying and making him feel ever closer to a pleasurable end. he was so worked up for you.

“i’m going to...” your legs were going weak, your fingers squeezing his cock as they moved up and down. your mumbling was intense and messy, you had to look at him and damn, what a sight. you could see his cock glistening with his pre-cum, as if it was offering itself to you. “... fuck.”

“use your... words, princess...” rafe moaned hoarsely, his digits slowing way too much just so he could appreciate your expression of pleasure, the expression of someone who was so close to break down.

“yes... mmhm... i’m going to... come...” each of the words that came out of your mouth dragged out like a long moan. he could feel how much you were squeezing his fingers, moving your hips towards them and almost closing your legs—he knew your stress was dissipating at that moment, seeing the satisfaction reflecting in your eyes.

a low chuckle escaped him, he pumped his fingers in and then, they were completely out of you, so he could just put them all the way down inside you again. back and forth until your inner thighs were shaking. “and so am i...” he grunted, using his free hand to guide your hand one more time, making you stroke him faster and harder than before. “come for me, sweet princess... let me know i made you come like you needed.”

it didn’t take long, your orgasm came like a flood that almost left you drowsy. your breathing was labored, your legs weak and shaking, just like you wanted—just like you needed, the stress of your college life finally leave you alone for a while.

meanwhile, rafe next to you had his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of your hand on his cock, making him see stars until he was a cumming mess. the jets of cum on his bare stomach making him notice how intense he was with you and how only you could provide that to him. “this would be embarrassing if i hadn’t made you cum just now,” he grumbled before straightening up in the driver’s seat to grab a roll of toilet paper from the backseat. yeah, of course he had that there. “here if you need, my princess.”

the emphasis he placed on the possessive pronoun might stress you out if you weren’t simply too busy still thinking about how amazing his fingers felt. you watched him clean himself out of the corner of your eye before doing the same, wiping yourself down and lifting your panties back into place—as if nothing had happened.

“thank you.” despite your behavior, it was clear that this would give him a few good days without having to deal with you insulting him for any little reason you could think of. eventually, he’d totally win you over, it was just a matter of time.

rafe was almost overjoyed to know that he was your escape valve, glad to be able to take advantage of the chances you gave him, especially because he’d make good use of each one of them. “how about we go get something to eat now? i’m so hungry that i could eat you.” he said, the confusing face you made when you didn’t understand what he had said was priceless.

“what did you just say?”

“nothing. it’s the weed.”

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anything that’s not on the list below · female!reader · angst · fluff · smut: slapping · choking · knife / gun play · spitting · stepcest · degradation · cnc · praise breeding kink · filming · somno · anal sex · stalking · public sex · breath play · mask kink · size kink · dirty talk · kidnapping · double penetration · threesome.

✏⠀⠀ drabbles, blurbs, fics, headcanons & moodboards.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀✴⠀WHAT I WON’T WRITE :

male!reader · scat / piss kink · disguting kink ꒰ such as vomit ’n stuff ꒱ · rape · real incest · torture · ddlg self harm · feet play · age regression · anything with minors · anything with real people · therian / furry kink⠀ · ⠀eating disorders⠀ · anything discriminatory.

©⠀𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐙𝐓, 2025.⠀don't use my work without my consent.

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little reminder that i have a masterlist + taglist now. 🫶🏻

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ꕀ ·⠀MASTERLIST⠀&&. ︎ TAGLIST⠀♥︎⠀·⠀ꕀ

here u can find all my writing works! ⭑⠀but, u can ⠀always head back to NAVIGATION or GUIDELINES

· ୨୧⠀ ·⠀ lil’ notes⠀ :⠀ if u wanna be tagged in my new writing-related posts, please, comment on this blog, so i can add you to my taglist!⠀LAST UPDATE⠀MAY 23 25

✴⠀⠀꒰ ⠀ROBERT ︎ BOB REYNOLDS⠀ ⠀♡!!⠀ ⠀from marvel’s thunderbolts⠀⠀⠀⠀────⠀⠀⠀⠀played by lewis pullman ⠀:

⁽⠀ blurb ⠀⁾⠀⠀HIS NEEDY NIGHTS⠀⠀◞⠀⠀minors dni

⁽⠀ blurb ⠀⁾⠀⠀SIZE KINK⠀⠀◞⠀⠀minors dni

⁽⠀ blurb ⠀⁾⠀⠀COCKWARMING⠀⠀◞⠀⠀minors dni

✴⠀⠀꒰ ⠀ RAFE CAMERON ⠀ ⠀♡!!⠀ ⠀ from netflix’s outer banks⠀⠀⠀⠀────⠀⠀⠀⠀played by joseph drew starkey ⠀:

⁽⠀ fic ⠀⁾⠀⠀CLOSE ENOUGH⠀⠀◞⠀⠀minors dni

⁽⠀ fic ⠀⁾⠀⠀ACADEMIC LIFE⠀⠀◞⠀⠀minors dni

✴⠀⠀꒰ ⠀ARTHUR ︎ ART DONALDSON⠀ ♡!!⠀ ⠀from warner bros challengers⠀⠀⠀⠀────⠀⠀⠀⠀played by mike faist⠀ :

⁽⠀ blurb ⠀⁾⠀⠀CHRISTMAS TREE FARM⠀⠀◞⠀⠀fluff

⁽⠀ headcanon ⠀⁾⠀⠀THE GOD OF LOVE⠀⠀◞⠀⠀fluff

⁽⠀ fic⠀⁾⠀⠀DEAR GOD⠀⠀◞⠀⠀minors dni

⁽⠀ blurb ⠀⁾⠀⠀DON’T SAY HIS FULL NAME⠀⠀◞⠀⠀fluff

©⠀𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐙𝐓, 2025.⠀don’t use my work without my consent.