#bevel dom

[milesthemagical]

the Beveled SMP core.

[empressofmankind]

On My Silent Days

I Miss You A Little Louder

[Crocodile x female!OC]

Explicit with a capital E

Word count: 7k / 15 pages

A/N: Writing this has been my whole life the past 5 days, as anyone who has frequented my Dash recently can attest. I am obsessed with their chemistry.

Technically, this is part of 'The Show Must Go On'. You don't have to read it, but I recommend it. You'll get to know Shivs and her helter-skelter relationship with Buggy which sits as the background to this whole ordeal.

You see, this is like, Arabaste arch at the earliest - Cross Guild era more likely. By then, Shivs and Bugs have rollercoastered through so much bullshit and they've come out rock solid on the other side somehow. Clown keeps failing up, even with this relationship. Sir Crocodile finds the whole thing insulting, to say the least. And seems to think it is one well-placed remark away from utterly crumbling. Jealous ex, whomst? My dude, you fucked that up yourself. Repeatedly. You had more chances than you have fingers. Chemistry aside, this is absolutely a desert of his own making.

What else do you need to know? Shivs is only 2 or 3 years younger than Buggy (i.e. my age, come sue me), but Crocodile is 5 years older than the clown. So, she's in her mid 30s, he's in his mid 40s. She originally met him when he was maybe 28? Do the math. Oh yes, and for those less familiar with the Cross Guild era: our favourite clown has managed to accidentally become the lauded public face of what is actually Mihawk and Crocodile's venture. Understandably, the ex-warlords are a little miffed by this and spend decent amounts of time physically abusing poor Buggy.

Shivs' absolutely flawless plan is basically swapping sexual favours with her ex for get-out-of-jail-free cards for the clown.

My girl literally barging in here telling Croc: "I'll take ur cock if u leave my clown alone."

Yes. That's it. That's the plot.

She almost had him, too. Arguably, she had him the entire time. And then he gdamn snapped her from the pond edge like an unwitting gazelle in the last minute. Cuz we all - her included - forgot who we're dealing with for 14.5 pages straight. APPARENTLY.

screams into a pillow

Tag(s): Oh? Ok. Sexual favours! Is she fucking her boss? No, but he always makes it feel that way. Is she fucking her ex? Yes. Are they technically still married? Maybe. Blow jobs? Deep throat. Size kink? 100%. Filthy language. Graphic sex. Soft dom? Power bottom? I am on the fence. Little girl vibes on the margins, like, he tries. She too sassy and sooner a brat. Oh, orgasm denial! Big time. Humiliation? A little bit. Stretching? Yes. Moar size kink. Choking? Big yes. Spoiling? Also yes. She deserves nice things. Power imbalance? Yes. In whose direction? It kind of flip-flops. Did I need to spend so many words on their smoking and his cigars? Probably not, but it scratched an itch. With them, it counts as foreplay; I am sure. You know you're doing well when he takes the damn thing outta his mouth. World class banter, too. If I may say so myself. But really, the bottom line is that it's just oral and PIV dressed up real fancy.

ON MY SILENT DAYS 

I MISS YOU A LITTLE LOUDER

The double doors were as tall and foreboding as Shivs remembered. All bevelled hardwood and delicate gilding. She stood before them, gazing up. In the dead centre sat a brass knocker shaped like a bananawani's head, polished to a sheen. 

Knocking was for people with appointments, and waiting wasn't something she planned on doing here ever again. She put her palms against the cold, expensive wood and pushed the massive doors open as if breaking a siege. They swung on smooth hinges despite their weight and struck the marbled walls with resounding booms.

The opulent office beyond was exactly as she remembered. Marquina walls, fishbone parquet floors, blackwood furniture. The taxidermied juvenile bananawani set in the wall vitrine behind his desk was new. What had been there before? A map? A ship? No, a stone. An artefact of some kind riddled in curious glyphs.

Crocodile glanced up from his papers and the irritation flitting across his scarred face in the split second before he realised who'd dared barge in, set the hairs on the back of her neck on end. How often had she seen someone shrivel into a desiccated husk straight after that look?

Shivs held his pale gaze, set her jaw and strode into his office as if down the plank. 

The creak of leather as he leaned back in his seat. “You know I've killed people for less.”

She paused in front of his outrageous statement piece of a desk. She put her hands in the pockets of her baggy pants and forced her shoulders to unclench, her stance to relax. If Buggy’s dumb luck had managed to rub off on her in these past months, then now would be the time for it to start working for her.

“Lucky I am not ‘people’,” she said as she crossed her fingers in her pocket. 

Amusement squinted his eyes as the corner of his mouth twitched up behind his cigar. “No, you're not,” he said as he rose.

Shivs was not short. Not by any regular definition of the word. Buggy was only a head taller than her. She hadn't forgotten how tall Crocodile was, not really. And yet, as he came around his desk and towards her, there appeared to be no end to him as he approached. If she reached up, stretched her arm, she could nick his cigar. But only just.

"Do you still smoke?" he said as he stopped well within her personal space, forcing her to crane her neck to meet his gaze. He took a flat, brass case from the inside pocket of his coat and held it out to her. She remembered it. Remembered the exquisite taste of the narrow cigarillos in it.

"No."

"Liar." His gaze flicked down along his cigar at her. "You smell of cigarettes, doll."

"I have changed my ways."

Humour flitted under his gravelly voice. "For the worse." 

Shivs pursed her lips. "It's an expensive lifestyle when they don't come free with a goodnight kiss."

"Hah." 

The bark of laughter actually reached his eyes, crinkling their crow's feet for a moment. He held out the case to her again. "You poor thing. I do support charities, you know."

She took it this time and flipped it open. The rich waft of tobacco and sweet Goji berries greeted her as if no time had passed at all. Might as well enjoy her sojourn back to hell while she could.

She put one of the thin cigarillos between her lips and let him light it. Watched the firelight catch and reflect in his rings. Took a moment to savour the blend, rich and sweet as polished Beli.

They were very good.

Always had been.

Shivs took the cigarillo from between her lips and blew the smoke up in rings through a slow smile. They almost reached him.

Crocodile leaned down through the cloudy hoops to pluck the shoulder of her red-and-white striped sweater between thumb and index finger, a judgemental 'hmph' escaping around his cigar.

She enjoyed the expensive smoke and his fascination while it lasted. Maybe, just maybe, this would be enough? Letting him treat her like a doll badly in need of a better dress up? He liked to spoil, always had. Now, more than ever, he had the means to take it to completely nonsensical levels. Her ego could take it, if that was the price of leaving Bugs alone.

Shivs indicated his everything with an up and down wave of her free hand. "No way to afford the good stuff on a waiter's salary."

He let go of the fabric to brush his thumb across the smear of grease paint near the collar, staining his skin and the gold of his ring red.

"Or a dud's haul." 

He hooked the silk kerchief from his vest's breast pocket and wiped his hand. She followed the length of his arm up to his face.

"The entertainment isn't half bad."

“Yes.” He chewed the butt of his cigar, derision twitching his thin lips as he tucked the kerchief into an inside pocket of his coat. “His pathetic antics can be mildly amusing.”

Shivs’ grip on the cigarillo tightened, but she smiled pleasantly. “I like it when a man can make me laugh,” she said, pointing at him with the thin smoke between her fingers. “Even if at his own expense.”

She frowned at his broad back when he turned away from her without a witty reply, retreating to the button tufted camelback near them.

“You're not here for a social call,” Crocodile stated as he sat down, putting his arms along the sofa's curved back. Something flitted past his pale eyes, but it was gone so fast Shivs couldn't nail it. “What do you want, doll?” 

Shivs rolled back and forth on the balls of her feet, pursing her lips as if preparing to drive a hard bargain. She intended to seem casual, unconcerned. But her palms were slick with sweat and her heartbeat drummed in her ears. She filled her mouth with smoke, tasting the rich flavours. Savouring them before blowing it out in small puffs through her pursed lips.

"I want you to leave him be," she said, extinguishing the cigarillo in his ashtray.

Crocodile shifted and put his shin across his knee. Her gaze flicked down and she saw him take note. 

"And if I do?"

She held his gaze. One breath, two breaths, moved her jaw but didn't form the words. She wanted him to leave Buggy alone. Even if that meant taking his… beating, instead.

He blew out smoke through his nose, waiting patiently for her answer. The hint of a smile lingered as his pale eyes held hers from above the waterline of his scar. And in that moment, he reminded her so strongly of a lurking crocodile. Watching. Waiting. Biding its time to strike. It sent a shiver down her spine, and not entirely out of fear.

Shivs pursed her lips, steeled her emotions, checked her resolve. I'll do it for you, Bugs. It's a deal I know he won't refuse.

She met his intense gaze head on, then dropped hers slowly to his crotch once more. Allowed it to linger there, before looking back up.

He chewed the butt of his cigar and beckoned her. "You never could fit all of me down that skilled throat of yours." 

Shivs watched him uncross his legs as she approached. She trailed her fingertips along his clothed thighs before leaning on them. It brought her face level with his and she deliberately took a moment to breathe in his secondhand smoke. 

“Want to judge if that hasn't changed for the worse?” she whispered against his lips as she savoured the distinct flavours that made up his private blend. 

Strong muscles flexed and relaxed under her palms, and she presumed that to mean ‘yes’. 

She ran her hands down his muscular thighs, taking in their shape until her palms rested on his knees. His breathing changed, she could tell from the way he exhaled smoke. Denser palls, deeper breaths. No resistance as she pushed his knees apart far enough to kneel between them.

Brushing her fingertips across his overstated belt buckle, she smiled to herself. Some things never changed. She slipped the tooled tip through the frame, her movements slow and deliberate as she listened for the subtle shifts in his breathing. She loosened the prong with a sharp tug on the strap, using more force than was strictly necessary. An undercurrent of need laced the grunt that escaped him in response. 

Shivs reached into his pants with both hands, catching his gaze as she drew his penis out, feeling it swell against her palms. She made a noise of appreciation as she let her hands slide down his shaft. His pale eyes hunting after hers when she broke their gaze to look at her fingers fitting around the base. She had not forgotten how tall this part of him was.

Leaning forward, she trailed teasing kisses from halfway down his shaft towards the tip. I’ve swallowed swords longer than this, and dicks aren’t even sharp, she thought as she flicked her tongue past the rim, playful-like. Length was only half the problem though, she knew that perfectly well.

She put a hand on his thigh and leaned on it as she ran the flat of her tongue across the head and took him into her mouth, suckling the tip. Inched his cock further with deliberately slow, short bobs, tilting her head to ensure he’d catch every movement of her lips as they worked around him. Need strained his stoic expression when she stole a glance up. A twitch of his eyebrows when the tip bumped against the back of her mouth. She sucked down and drew his cock back out, watched it twitch and his grip tighten on the backrest as she felt his thigh flex under her palm.

She took him into her mouth again and ran the tip of her tongue along the underside of his cock. Relaxed her neck and let it slip further than before, teasing at the entrance to her throat. Nudging it, stretching it just a bit before sucking down and drawing him back out, tasting precum for her efforts.

The frustrated groan that rumbled up from somewhere deep within his broad chest sent sparks flying down her spine. This is gonna work, she thought as he reached for her head, petted her hair while she teased the precum from him with fleet, wet kisses.

“Stop messing around and swallow my cock, sweetheart,” Crocodile grunted, pale eyes alight with hunger. The petting stopped, fingers tangling into the hair at the back of her neck instead. It was like the twitch on the line that told a fisherman to react.

Shivs glanced up along his hard shaft, and reeled him in: 

“Yes, Sir.”

The horny groan that drew from him, before she’d even begun to take him again, settled comfortably in her bones. Gotcha, she thought.

Shivs breathed slow, deep, steady breaths as she slid his cock along her tongue, lining him up. The head pushed past the entrance of her throat and she switched to shallow breaths through her nose. The grunts and huffs that escaped him every time she swallowed were inhuman and she needed more of it.

She slid his cock further down, felt his thighs tremble as she did. The closer she got, the more his musk pervaded every stifled breath she managed around his thick cock. It was a heavy, heady scent and she shifted her position to press her thighs together. He didn’t notice.

She stroked his legs, ran her hands up to his hips as she leaned closer, and took him deeper still. His fingers were fisted painfully tight into her hair, but his large hand followed her without force or resistance, resting heavily against the back of her neck.

Almost. 

Almost there.

And then the tip of her nose bumped against his flat stomach. She could hardly smirk with his dick this far down her throat but counted on the crinkle of her eyes to work for her as she caught his gaze and slowly raised her hands, palms up. She didn’t care that they trembled. 

Look. No hands, motherfucker.

Crocodile grinned down at her through a huff of smoke, cigar dangling between his teeth. She thought it looked a little worse for wear.

“The pathetic clown doesn’t know what a dirty little slut you are, does he?” Crocodile said, his gravelly voice thick with lust as he petted the back of her neck. ��Giving such sweet head to save his sorry hide.” He ran his fingers along her throat as if trying to feel how far down his cock had gone. “I always knew you could do it, sweetheart.”

“Now,” he added as he huffed out a pall of smoke and she felt cool metal sliding around the back of her neck, barring a retreat. “I need my cock-hungry doll to make me feel good.”

Shivs dropped her hands to his hips, gripping the folds of hard muscle there for support. She slid her tongue between her bottom lip and the underside of his cock, making sloppy little noises with the slightest bob of her head. Even those small movements pressed the round curve of his hook into the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine that made her squeeze her thighs together. She didn’t bother to try and hide it.

His large hand joined his hook, strong fingers digging into the back of her head, twisting into the hair there and holding her put as his thick cock twitched so far down her throat she didn’t even know anymore where precisely she felt it. She worked her throat around him, drawing rumbling moans from him that pitched.

“Ah -nngh- you feel so good, doll. So. Damn perfect.” His thighs tensed under her arms, flexing his hips with short jerks. She closed her eyes as she swallowed around him, frowning with effort. His breathy grunts as he lightly fucked her throat made her pussy throb.

Suddenly, his grip tightened like a vice and he shoved her nose-first against his hard, trembling stomach muscles, stealing her breath. Her eyes flew open as her throat strained and cramped, swallowing around him in reflex.

 “Fuck, honey. Ah---! Yes, yes.” The satisfied, drawn-out moan as Crocodile spilled his hot cum down her throat reverberated through the quiet office. 

Her fingers dug around his hips, tears jumping into her eyes as she gagged, feeling cum come up around his cock as stars danced into her vision. His grip weakened as he rode out his orgasm and she pulled back before he was quite done pumping cum. Shivs swallowed it mindlessly while coming up for air. His dick slid wetly out of her throat and mouth, streaks of cum connecting them before they broke.

She glanced up from his softening cock, glistening with her saliva all the way to the hilt. He’d tilted his head back, held his cigar nowhere near his mouth as he came down from his orgasm with deep, steadying breaths that expanded his wide chest and flared his nostrils.

He straightened with a lazy groan and a roll of his broad shoulders. 

Shivs met his gaze, panting.

“You’re still my pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Crocodile said, his gravelly voice breathy as he reached for her, stroking her cheek with his thumb. The gold of his ring was smooth where his fingertip felt rough, the warm touch grounding her fried senses. It lingered at her eyepatch, lightly brushing the faded leather. “The things we let people do to our faces…”

He hooked the kerchief from his pocket and dabbed her mouth. She reached for his hand with both of hers, touching the back of it, taking the cloth. She watched him watch her as she cleaned her face.

“Don’t you have a new pretty thing? Miss Face-of-the-Casino in her cute kimono?” Shivs forced her tone to be casual, edged with light mockery, maybe. It was stupid that it’d stung when she’d seen the younger woman. An irrational, petty feeling. An old pain. And, none of her business, at any rate.

The dismissive look that flitted past his pale eyes was rather unexpected. “An investment, nothing more.”

“She’s pretty,” Shivs said. Perhaps, part of the sting had been the fact that Miss Pretty had not responded to her the way women did when they were into other women.

Crocodile looked at his cigar before putting it back in his mouth. “That she is.”

Their gazes crossed and she pursed her lips. He reached for her jaw, fingertips grazing its curve. Then leaned down and pressed a peck against her frown. She sat up and chased after him as he took another draw from his cigar, stole the aromatic smoke from him as she teased her tongue into his mouth. He blew it out through his nose, taking the cigar from his mouth as he caught the back of her neck with his hook and took control of the kiss.

“You can have one if you like, sweetheart,” he said when they broke apart, indicating his cigar. 

And lord, if she wasn't tempted.

“You share ‘em these days?”

His derisive ‘hmph’ made her smirk as she rose to her feet. 

“What about Miss Pretty? She enjoy your… cigars?” Shivs said, and noticed she’d gotten his cum all over Buggy’s sweater. Shit.

Crocodile glanced at her, pale eyes searching. “I prefer making deals with those who have something of value to offer, doll.”

Shivs put her hands in her pockets and rocked up on the balls of her feet with a mildly overacted grin. “Oh, it’s a deal then? You’ll play nice?”

“My compliance doesn’t come that cheap,” he said through a huff of smoke.

She crooked an eyebrow, risking a hint of ridicule in her tone. “Cheap? And here I was, thinking I have a unique skill up for offer.”

He actually cracked a smile as he flicked the butt of his cigar into the general direction of his desk and ashtray. Then beckoned her with hook and hand. 

“Come here, doll.”

It would have been too easy.

She sauntered back to him and linked her fingers with his, curling the others around his hook, letting him draw her into his lap, straddling his thighs. He shifted so his cock was between them, pressing against her clothed cunt.

“What else will it cost me?” she said as she rested her hands on his shoulders, lightly riding against him. Every rub along his dick pulsed pleasure up her spine, and she hadn’t failed to notice it was already stiffening again.

He stoked the tip of his hook along her cheek as his large hand took in the shape of her firm butt, guiding her movement. “I want to know if your tight pussy can take all of me now, too.”

“Here, on a couch?” she said as she slipped her fingertips under his coat and pushed it off his shoulders. She trailed her hands down the revers of his vest, grabbed hold of them as she dry humped against him. “I thought you said you weren’t cheap?”

The bark of laughter that drew from him shouldn’t make her smile the way it did.

He pressed a kiss against it. 

“I wouldn’t dare, honey,” Crocodile said as he gathered her up in his arms and rose smoothly from the couch, leaving his coat behind. He strode across his study and through the adjacent library to the expansive bedroom beyond. She remembered the sweeping view from its curving window wall and the sea of nightlights twinkling far below.

Instead of depositing her on his spacious bed, he set her down on the plush rug beside it. And motioned up and down her clothes with a dismissive gesture. “Take those rags off.”

Not my rags, Shivs thought as she kicked her boots aside, removed her baggy pants and grabbed the edge of the sweater. She didn’t wear a bra. She didn’t like them, and she hadn’t bothered wearing one this evening either.

Fingertips traced the lacy sides of her underwear while she had the sweater pulled over her head.

“You still have those.”

He sounded…not surprised. Curious, maybe?

“No reason to get rid of perfectly fine underwear,” she said as she freed herself from the sweater, finding he’d already undressed.

“They can stay on,” he said as she folded the sweater, her hand lingering on it before she turned to him.

“For now?”

A smile twitched the corner of his lips. 

“Here, doll.” He held something out to her, cream-coloured and neatly folded. It seemed small and delicate in his large hand.

When she took it, the fabric cascaded into a surprisingly classy, mid-thigh negligee of shimmering silk. The top was constructed from intricately detailed lace with tiny bananawani worked into the pattern.

“Pretty,” she said as she brushed a finger across the delicate lace. She put it on and it fit her so neatly it felt like a second skin. An outrageously luxurious second skin for the silk felt soft as sin and the lace light as air. She turned a full circle on her tiptoe, overacting it just a little. She knew he liked that.

“Looks good on you.” He reached for her head, combing his fingers through her tangled red hair, tucking stray bangs behind the strip of her eyepatch. “I’d never let you get so grimy.”

“Can’t be a dirty little slut if you wash me.”

“Hah.” Crocodile leaned down and scooped her up into his arms, just like that. “Come here before I shove my cock down your throat again to shut you up.”

“Don’t tempt me- ah!”

Her reply cut off when he suddenly let go, dropping her into his bed. And that was quite the distance, even if the landing was soft. He immediately climbed on top of her, caging her with his much larger body. She spread her legs, accommodating his wider hips as he reached for her breast. His thumb traced circles around her nipple through the fine lace, stiffening at his touch.

“Like what you see?”

“Always have, doll,” he rumbled against her collarbone. Though no longer smoking, she could still smell it on him. Would be able to pick it out of a crowd. Subtle tones that reminded her of burnt coffee, dry glass and cinnamon, mingling with the faint wax smell of his hair gel and heavier citric notes of his cologne.

A small gasp escaped her when he brushed the lace down and kissed her hard nipple, taking it into his mouth and licking the sensitive tip. She felt the curve of his hook press against her hip, hitching up the silk as his hand slipped between her thighs. Strong, confident fingers pressed against the fabric of her panties and outer labia underneath. It ignited old desires, flickering life into fires she’d thought snuffed out.

His rough fingers traced the delicate lace, undulating with its curling, stylised waves. Her breath caught when they found the edge along the crease of her thigh. A mewl on her lips as he dipped them under the smooth fabric, fingertips grazing the warm, sensitive skin of her outer labia and sending sparkles of anticipation up her spine. The delicate fabric stretched with an alarming whimper from the seams as strong digits brushed between her folds, not quite able to reach. He grunted against her breast at the soaked pussy he found there.

She felt him slip the hook under the edge, warm from resting against her hip. The thought of him pulling her panties down with it lit up every nerve in the vague vicinity of her hips. Her eyes snapped open at the sharp jerk, the sudden cry of fabric tearing at the seam between silk and lace. 

Shivs made a noise, nose wrinkling. Those were the nicest-.

“I’ll get you new ones,” Crocodile promised against the curve of her breast, his gaze down as he hooked the fabric from her hips. The hunger in his pale eyes as he looked at her pussy made her spread her legs further. He leaned down to caress her labia and press a light kiss against them that made her throb, thinking about his tongue.

A breathy huff escaped Shivs when he slid his middle finger between her folds instead, running slow circles around her inner labia. Gathering the moisture there before teasing them apart and brushing across her clenching entrance. Pleasure sizzled up her spine when he pressed it inside, mapping her inner walls and finding all the right places far too easily. If he kept this up, she was going to come very soon.

He switched to her other breast, teasing the sensitive skin as he inserted a second finger. “I seem to remember you liked getting your little hole stretched,” he rumbled against her nipple, and spread his large fingers apart. She moaned at the strength in them, the ease with which they pried her open. It sent twinges of sweet, sweet pressure blazing through the haze of need fogging her thoughts.

She reached down to his hand, stroke the back of it. Found his thumb and guided it against her clit with a needy moan. Her thighs trembled as he massaged it firmly, pushed his fingers all the way in, then spread them as he pulled out. She felt his knuckles and the hard edges of his rings press into her labia when he pushed them back in but she didn’t mind, kind of liked it. She reached a hand for his shoulder, neck, grabbing hold of the tout muscle there as she arched her back towards him. His pace was torturously slow and she was loving it.

Shivs let out a drawn out whine when he stopped, pulled at his neck, wrist, knowing perfectly well neither will give an inch but trying, anyway. She tried to clench her thighs, rub them together, nurse the need smouldering in her veins, but his knees were between hers and she writhed in vain.

Crocodile shifted unto his elbow, bunching the silk further up her hips while taking his hard dick in hand. A hoarse whisper close to her ear as he guided the head against her slick pussy: “Won’t you beg for my cock, sweetheart?”

“I need to feel your cock in me,” Shivs said as she caught his hungry gaze. “Feel it fill me, stretch me.”

He grunted with barely contained need, she could see it in the straining of his back as she reached for his thick neck, folding her hands behind it. Felt it in the way his hips twitched as he pressed his shaft through her wet folds, coating it with her juices.

“Am I not a good girl, sir?”

“Yes, you are.”

Shivs moaned loudly when he entered her. Whined at the delicious pressure as he pushed deeper into her soaking wet pussy, stretching her around him. She clung to his neck, mewling with incoherent need. Her hand went to his hair, messing it up but not caring. Neither did he.

“Ah -ngh- fuck,” Crocodile grunted, his breath hot against her neck.

Shivs held onto him for dear life as she arched against his hard body, savoured the sharp pleasure of him stretching her cramping, soaking cunt wide enough to plough through. He’d not bottomed out yet. If she could take him, she’d have him wrapped around her finger.

“You’re. Fuck. As tight. As I remember. Sweetheart,” Crocodile groaned into her neck, his gravelly voice strained to the point of being near unintelligible. It was getting tougher and tougher to push further through her tight, contracting walls.

“Almost there,” Shivs whispered as she brushed a stray bang of dark hair from his eyes.

The noise he made in response was inhuman and she drank it in as she closed her eyes, spread her legs further to accommodate his hips and relaxed every muscle she could still feel. A whimper bubbled from her lips when he pushed up against something deep within her that twitched a pleasure so sharp up her spine it sat right next to pain. 

“Fuck, yes,” he ground out as his hips pressed flush against hers, his breath hot, heavy pants buffeting against the crook of her neck. “Feels. So good.”

He managed to push himself up onto his elbow, satisfaction animating his whole face as he looked at their joined hips, her soft labia squashed against his pubes. Shivs whimpered, his movement nudging tight bursts of pleasure deep within her. 

“I knew you could do it, doll.” His tone was thick with lust, laboured from his heavy breathing. He gently brushed a strand of sweat-slick red hair from her forehead with his hook, looking so proud. “You like getting your little cunt stuffed, don’t you?"

Shivs gave a sharp nod, struggling to form words.

“I know you do, honey,” he whispered as he rolled his hips against hers, not truly thrusting. She reached for his face with trembling hands, stroking his hard jaw. He grunted under his breath with each push and she pressed pecks against the puffs of hot breath until he responded. Until he chased her tongue back into her own mouth and pressed her head back into the pillow with the desperate force of his kiss, demanding entrance with his tongue that she was more than willing to give. 

“That's all you g-got?” she whispered through a moan and a bated breath when they broke their kiss for want of air. “I b-barely feel it.”

“Ah? You want more, doll?” Crocodile pulled out with a grunt, just a fraction, before shoving himself back inside her to the hilt, making her mewl with pleasure through clenched teeth as his cock bottomed out and up against her cervix. “Shall I take you back to my study? Pound you bend over my desk, like I used to?”

Shivs whined into his mouth as she latched onto him again, arms tightening around his thick neck as her cunt squeezed around his cock from the pleasure coiling around her spine. If he took her from behind, he could probably push deeper still. Oh, she’d be in trouble.

“Who’s cheap now, hrm?” A breathy hum into her ear as the obscene slap of his hips against hers filled his bedroom. She whined in need, the heady mix of mind numbing pleasure laced with an edge of pain making her tremble against him. “Do you want to be my little whore again? My pretty fuck slut to sit on my cock whenever and wherever I want?”

All she could do was whine and roll her hips to meet his steady thrusts. Fingers digging into the taut muscles across his shoulders, keeping him close as he fucked her deeper than she’d ever felt a man, even him. She whimpered, the heady mix of mind numbing pleasure laced with an edge of pain all but overwhelming her. Especially when he thrust just right, shoving his cock against a sensitive spot so deep inside her she didn’t even know she had it.

“I missed my. Pretty cocksleeve,” Crocodile grunted into her ear. “The. Only. Little slut that can take me -hng- properly.”

“Fuck me harder,” Shivs whispered, hands massaging his broad shoulders. He groaned with effort, she could feel the bridled strength in the muscles working under her palms. His pace picked up, and so did the strain in his body. Every thrust stretched her so deliciously, stimulating every needy nerve inside of her. 

“Do it,” she moaned wantonly as his thrusts started to push her up on the bed, her weight no match against his strength. “I c-can take it.”

“Ah - hng- you’re. Going to. Make me cum, doll,” he growled through clenched teeth. He grabbed her shoulder, holding her in place as he jerked his thrusts up against her. Her mind was unravelling. The only thing she could think about was his cock filling her, burning up every single nerve she had as needy pleasure coiled in her belly. She wanted him to cum. She really did.

When he paused, she struggled to comprehend why. Her gaze found his. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his mouth slack to accommodate the deep breaths heaving his chest. He was barely holding still, strain thrumming through every inch of his large frame above her.

“Does. My pretty little thing want. Cum as deep in her tight pussy. As her pretty throat?”

She whined, pulled at his neck with both hands. “Y-yes.”

“Beg. For it.”

“P-please,” she whimpered as she tried to make him move, weakly rolled her hips towards him. 

“Please what?”

“Please, s-sir.”

The noise he uttered in response to that settled somewhere at the primal base of her brain. She wanted, no, needed, to hear it again.

“Please, sir. Pound my needy hole like I deserve,” she mewled into his ear, savouring the way his breath hitched, that noise came again. 

“Damnit, doll,” Crocodile grunted through clenched teeth as he picked up a pace that became quickly rougher, slightly erratic. He locked his hold on her shoulder, broad fingers digging around her thin muscles and narrow bones, keeping her put as he pounded into her soaking, cramping cunt. “Gonna fuck you so full, you'll be leaking my cum well into tomorrow.”

“Please, please, pleaaasse,” she whined and clenched around him as he fucked her into the sinfully soft matrass with long, deep strokes that shoved his cock shamelessly up against her cervix to fit it all in. She wanted, needed, to cum around it, desperate for release. “Fuck me full of cum, sir. Stuff my tight cunny like you did my slutty mouth.”

“I -ngh- will, honey. I am,” he ground out, barely intelligible as his pace lost all semblance of rhythm and he bucked against her in the grip of his orgasm’s first throes.

“Oh! Yes, yes,” she moaned as he shoved his throbbing cock as far as she could take it, cumming against the deepest corner of her cunt as she shuddered around his cock with unfulfilled need. He stayed buried inside her as he came down, breath erratic before steadying, slowing. She whimpered in need, clenching around his softening cock. She hadn’t been able to cum around it like she wanted. It was too thick to cramp enough for a proper orgasm. She knew that, but had thought maybe this time…

He knew it, too. Remembered it.

“You’re still my pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he said as he caressed her cheek, ran his thumb across her parted lips. “Unable to cum around a cock like a big girl.”

She made a small noise that he swallowed in a kiss.

They stayed that way until her breathing steadied as well. Then he sat up and gathered her into his lap. She held onto him, her cheek against his collarbone. Not quite ready yet to let go.

“You look parched, doll,” Crocodile said as he brushed a bang from her eyes.

Shivs peered up at him. “I would not say ‘no’ to a sweet white.”

A noise escaped him that could have been a fond one as he lifted her off his lap and rose. The sound of his retreating footsteps filled the quiet. He’d gone to his study, judging by the distance. Shivs got up as well and shimmied the negligee down. Despite everything, she did not feel like taking it off. It felt nice against her flushed skin.

She sauntered to the curved window wall and found the view precisely as she remembered it. A sea of nightlights twinkled across the city below, mirroring the deep blue, star-speckled sky above. The moon hung low, waning from view. It wasn’t long before he returned. She heard him uncork a bottle behind her and fill two glasses. The snap and swoosh of his lighter. The familiar scent of his cigar preceding him as he came to stand beside her, still naked.

He held a glass out to her, a cigarillo clamped against its curve. The wine was a deep bronze instead of the pale yellow usual to white wines. She accepted the glass and smoke, gaze lingering on the narrow slot through its delicate stem. It allowed him to hold them with his hook without slipping. She glanced sideways and up at him. A fond smile twitched her lips when she noticed his hair was neater than before. He’d evidently taken a comb to it for a hot second.

Shivs put the cigarillo in her mouth and turned to find his lighter lying on the nightstand beside the wine bottle, and a corkscrew with its split cork still attached. She glanced at the label as she lit the cigarillo. It read ‘1811’ in large, proud capitals, and a name in a curving script she couldn’t be bothered to try and decipher. She would not be able to afford it, anyway.

Taking a sip, she returned to his side. The wine was sweet, indeed. With hints of lime, honey, saffron. She made herself comfortable against him, her bum resting on his thigh. “It’s a nice view,” she said as she blew out a thin pall of smoke.

He glanced down at her and their gazes crossed as he idly stroked her hip. “It is.”

Shivs leaned into his touch, sipping the wine. It really was, very good.

“Clever scheme you’ve gotten up to, in order to save the loser’s sorry hide,” Crocodile remarked as he blew a smoke ring against the narrow cloud she’d just produced. “But it has a flaw.”

Shivs let her weight shift from his thigh to his loin, only the soft silk between them. “You sure?”

A self-satisfied smile twitched behind his cigar as he gave her hip a squeeze. “None of this will work on Dracule.”

Only because I don’t have a penis, she thought, but no matter. They may have both grown older, but Croki was still fundamentally the same man she’d left years ago. And that would work for her, she was sure of it. Inevitably, Mihawk would pick on Bugs. She would take it upon herself to get irritatingly upset about it. Mihawk would no doubt insult her next, and Sir Self-Satisified here would take it personally by-proxy and shut him up. It’d be a win.

“I’ll think of something,” Shivs said as she blew a thin pall through his smoke ring, dispersing it.

He glanced at her, amused. “He’s partial to good wine, at least.”

“I’ll take it under advisement.”

She nipped her own wine, idly rubbing her thighs together. Pleasure skulked around the base of her spine, denied but not forgotten. She made a little noise against her glass when she felt his hand move up her thigh, his thumb brush under the edge of the negligee.

“Still needy?” he said as he bunched up the fine silk, rubbing his middle and ring finger against her clit in slow circles. It sent lazy sparks of pleasure straight to her brain. Drawing a shuddering whimper from her as he dipped his middle finger between her folds.

“Cum for me, honey,” Crocodile rumbled as he lightly ran the tip of his finger along the inner rim of her vagina, then teased the sensitive spot further down. Shivs gasped through her moan as the briefest shudder of an orgasm stole over her like a thief in the night. It was not enough, not nearly enough.

“N-need more,” she said as she put the glass down with a wobble. Reached for his large hand when he stopped, withdrew, tugging it back. Bunching two of his fingers together, of a mind to stick them into herself if he didn't.

“Come to our board meeting tomorrow. You’ll come sit with me and I’ll take good care of your needy little hole.” He shook her fussy touch and caught her pubes, massaging his palm firmly against her soft cunt, pressing her bum against his cock. “You can ride my palm like you used to, and I’ll make you cum on my fingers till your tight pussy is sore from cramping around them.”

Shivs wasn’t particularly keen on doing any of this semi-publically, least of all anywhere Bugs would be. Though she feared she wouldn’t be able to talk herself out of this, as easily as she’d talked herself into it.

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll leave the pathetic clown alone,” Crocodile promised as he stroked her flat belly with the rounding of his hook. “Can’t beat the loser if my hand is occupied with something sweeter, hm?”

Shit. She had to tell Bugs. Forewarned, forearmed, and all that. She turned in his hold, his hand moving to her butt instead. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” she said, but he caught her wrist when she took a step back.

“Ah, ah,” he admonished as he stopped her, pulled her with him, back into bed. “You’re staying with me tonight.”

“I, what? Why?” 

Suddenly, she wanted to leave as he gathered her against him, nestling her into his lap and chest, spooning his large body around her like a cage. She wanted to leave, wanted to go to Buggy and cry when he guided his cock back inside her still moist pussy with an incriminating noise and a satisfied rumble. She’d meant to turn this trick and tell Buggy about it. Tell him her plan to manipulate the ex-warlord to leave him alone, to leave them alone. Tell him it had worked. 

Shivs pushed herself on her elbow but Crocodile pulled her back down to him.

“Stay,” he said as he hooked the fluffy underblanket and silk cover sheets about them, his arm around her waist, hand on her hip.

“Why.” She had to tell Buggy, but now she couldn’t. She’d left after they’d gone to bed. She hadn’t told him yet. He didn’t know. He’d wake up alone.

Crocodile stroked the midline of her belly with the tip of his hook, rippling the cream-coloured silk as it moved up her chest, counting to the fifth rib. The one behind which her heart sat.

“Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.”

A quiet sob escaped her.

"Ssh, sleep, honey," Crocodile whispered into her hair, fingertips stroking her hip. “I’ll take good care of you tomorrow.”

~

Honourary mention tags: @smut-goblin , @ruledbyproblematique , @gingernut1314 , @swirlsofblackandwhite

(N/A): To anyone reading & making it to the end. Writing this has consumed me the past days. I want to know what you think! What did you like? What made you laugh? Was there something specific you noticed? Something you now wonder about? I am 100% open to lengthy comments and blow by blows, ngl. I am obsessed with this.

If you want for more, I jotted down some of my own thoughts regarding this debacle. I may also be plotting another stint. Because Impel Down, do you understand me??

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Control and Release - 33

Series Masterlist

TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: After the rest of the staff is caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester. As the arrangement becomes more defined, you and Sam begin a sexual adventure with dangerous consequences.  

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, nipple clamps, dub-con, breath play.

Beta: @ilikaicalie

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You enjoy being out, it’s great to see your colleagues outside the office. People’s personalities come out here in the real world. But somewhere between your third and fourth drink, the bar doesn't seem like where you’re supposed to be.

Going back to Boston feels like both a beginning and an end. Everything will change once you get home and your relationship with Sam becomes public. And there’s a piece of your relationship you find yourself mourning. These quiet, private moments here in London. You’ve practically been living together. Going home means spending more time at your own place. Before it felt like independence and self-care. Now it just sounds lonely.

Smiling at Millie, you check your phone for the tenth time. It’s almost midnight. Sam must be done with dinner by now. If you leave now you could make it back in time to order dessert from room service.

“You’re always checking your phone.” Millie rolls her eyes. She points to Cole who’s across the room engaged in some rather animated storytelling with Mick. “Your boss is right there. What are you worried about?”

“I just wanted to see how late it was.” You tip back your glass, downing the last of the vodka.

“You’re not leaving already, are you?” She grabs your arm. “Leaving me here all alone?”

“You’ll be fine, I’m tired. I need to sleep.”

“Yeah, well no wonder. You’ve been working too hard. I feel like I’ve hardly seen you since we got here.” Millie helps you pull on your coat. “See you on the plane.”

-

As you walk down the hall heading towards Sam’s room you let two fingers trail along the wall. You’re a little drunk, enough to let your inhibitions go. Luckily Sam is always more than willing to fool around.

You fish the room card out of your handbag and slide it into the door.

What you find is the otherworldly sight of Sam sitting on the couch, and a naked Toni on her knees beside him. Doing a double take, you stare at Sam who looks like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His hair is askew. You don’t want to imagine how it got that way.

“Good evening, Y/N.” Tony flashes a smarmy grin. “We didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”

You blink twice and step back out into the hallway.

Sam is fucking Toni Bevell.

No, it can’t be true.

But you just saw it. Witnessed the proof with your own eyes. You can’t think, all you can do is feel and there’s an avalanche of emotion headed your way. Your hands are shaking when you hear Sam call your name.

Maybe if you just close your eyes this will all go away.

“What?!” You turn to him, getting a good look. His shirt is rumpled, hair wild, sticking out in all directions. You’re going to be sick. “Jesus Christ Sam! I can’t stand to look at you right now.”

“Don’t overreact,” he instructs, taking a step toward you. You want to slap him, to beat on his chest and scream in his face. If anyone has a reason to react, it’s you.

“Don’t overreact?!” you erupt. How dare he tell you what to do. You’ve never hated anyone more than you hate him at this moment. Toni’s smug, shit-eating grin comes back to you. They must think you’re so naive to trust him. “Fuck you! I trusted you. I must be so stupid. It never even crossed my mind that you would do something like this.”

“Nothing happened,” Sam says, holding up his hands.

Is that even possible? The sight of him tells you everything you need to know. He must think he’s got you wrapped around his little finger.

“Don’t lie to me. Something sure as fuck happened.” Your heart breaks at the sight of him. “For a guy who’s all about the details you’re not covering your tracks very well. You’ve got her lipstick on your mouth and your fly is still down.”

All the anger quickly sours into sadness and embarrassment. All his talk of love and commitment and then he’s fucking this aristocratic bitch the minute you’re out of the room.

“What?” Sam feels at his crotch, looking genuinely surprised to find his fly down. “Look, she tried and I-”

Does he honestly think he can talk his way out of this? As if you didn’t just see what you saw.

“And you what? Let her take her clothes off? Did you fuck her?”

You don’t want the answer. The thought of Sam and Toni is wretched.

“No, of course not,” he snips, as if you’re the one being ridiculous.

The heartbreak bubbles over and there’s no stopping the tears.

“I don’t get it.” Your voice breaks as tears slide down both cheeks. Why would he do this? You rack your brain trying to remember if there were any warning signs. He’s been all in, fully present. You didn’t see this coming. “I thought we were in a good place. I try everything you want. I gave you a blowjob just this morning. What could you possibly want from her that I’m not giving you?”

“Nothing.” He reaches out, moving toward you and you have to step back. It takes everything within you not to throw yourself at him. You want to pretend this never happened and go back to the happiness that existed only minutes ago. “Nothing happened. I know this looks bad. I get that. But nothing happened. You came back at the worst possible time, but nothing was going to happen. That’s the truth.”

Fuck him. You had bad timing?

“Oh, this is my fault?” you yell. “I need to get out of here. I have to think.”

You just need to have a second to collect yourself without him right there. You can’t think straight.

“Don’t leave.” He grabs your arm, forcing you to look at him. “If you leave it automatically makes things worse than they are. You can stay here and be pissed at me. We can talk. I’ll sleep on the couch. Just don’t leave, please don’t leave.”

He’s right, but the idea of going back into the room where he’s just done God knows what with Toni is stomach-turning.

Crossing your arms over your chest you look toward the door. “She’s still in there.”

“She’s leaving.” He puts his hands on your shoulders and you almost pull away from him. What if this is it? What if this is the last time he puts his hands on you? “Just let me get her out of there. Don’t go anywhere.”

Sam disappears back into the room and you immediately panic. You’re about to really lose it, so you head for the elevator and press every button until the doors close.

There’s a bathroom in the lobby and you lock yourself in the first stall, sinking to the ground and promptly sobbing into your hands. How is this how your life turned out? Cheated on by Sam fucking Winchester of all people. It wouldn’t be the first time. In fact, this makes a perfect streak, five out of five. Every guy you’ve ever been with has been disloyal at some point. You should have expected it.

Scrolling through your phone you look for someone to call. Your mom...no. She’d overreact. You could tell Millie, confess the whole thing. She loves you and she’s a good friend. She’d order a pizza and stay up all night talking about what a pig he is. But that’s not what you need, either.

Cole. He’s always said he’s there to listen. Telling him the truth about your relationship with Sam would make everything easier. And Cole cares about you. You know that much is true. But running to Cole seems wrong. It feels like retaliation because you know how much Sam would hate it.

The phone vibrates and Sam’s name pops up. You almost answer, but the image of he and Toni is too vivid. Her breasts in his face, the surprise when he saw you at the door. You press the power button on the phone and watch as the screen goes black.

This hurts so bad.

You find yourself suddenly sober and in desperate need of something to take the edge off. Cleaning yourself up as best you can, you cross the lobby and enter the hotel bar. There are a dozen or so people scattered around.

Finding an empty seat you order a shot of tequila and a beer.

You trusted Sam with everything. Up until twenty minutes ago, your biggest fear was that he would walk away, but never did you imagine he would cheat. Your sex life is active to say the least, and he’s definitely not looking for an emotional connection.

Maybe he was just bored. Maybe it’s his own personal brand of self-sabotage.

Wiping a single tear away, you sip your beer, watching an older couple happily chatting at the end of the bar.

The longer you sit, the more the details come back to you. The way she was perched over him, the red lipstick at the corner of his mouth. You’re irrational and semi-drunk but aware of both. You really want to call Cole and disappear for a night, really make him hurt the way he’s hurt you.

If you leave now, everything is worse. He was right about that.

He said nothing happened. Nothing was going to happen. And Sam doesn’t lie. Maybe about his feelings, but he’s never lied to you about anything else. He’s brutally honest to a fault.

-

You stand outside the door to his room for several minutes trying to decide if this is what you really want to do. But in the end, you knock on the door.

Sam answers immediately. His eyes flutter closed when he sees you, Adam’s apple bobbing as he shakes his head and steps to the side as a silent invitation to come in.

“I thought you left,” he admits. His voice is tight. He looks mad and you wonder if this is directed at you, Toni or the fact that he got caught.

“I went to the bar downstairs. Not far.” You stand just inside the door. For the first time, this feels like his space instead of the home away from home you’ve shared for the past two months.

“You weren’t answering your phone.” He runs a hand up the back of his neck. “I was going to come and find you.”

“I shut it off. I needed to think. I’m here now.”

His wool coat is thrown over the back of the couch and he’s got one sneaker on. He’s in sweatpants and his face is clean of any trace of Toni, but his hair is mussed and his eyes are red. You’ve never seen him quite like this before. He looks like a mess.

“I need you to tell me what happened. And if I feel you’re not being one hundred percent truthful, I am going to leave.” You look him in the eye for a fleeting second before taking a seat in the closest chair.

“Okay.” Sam nods adamantly, perching on the edge of the sofa. His knee is bouncing up and down at an exponential rate, he’s agitated. “We came back here after dinner to go over projections.”

“Go on.” It takes everything within you to remain cool collected.

“She came out of the bathroom like that. I told her to stop but she kept it up. She always fucking pushes to get her way.” His hands curl into fists. “Nothing was going to happen. I told her to stop, to get dressed.”

“Why was there lipstick on your mouth?” you ask, voice shaking. “And your fly was down…”

“She kissed me. I pushed her away. I don’t know about the rest of it, honestly. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I would never do that to you. I don’t want her.”

“You know Sam…” You stop to look at him. God, you want to believe him so badly. “I get that you can’t control her actions. And I understand that you had no idea she intended to make an advance...but fuck. You thought coming back to the room was okay? Our room. You came back here with a woman you used to fuck, alone. That seemed like a good idea to you?”

“I didn’t think of it like that.” He presses his lips together, hands on his knees, eyes locked on your eyes. “I don’t think of her as a woman I used to fuck. I think of her as a colleague.”

“Oh, well.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “That’s funny, but I exclusively think of her as a woman you used to fuck.”

You stare at each in silence, the seconds feel like hours. This is a complete role reversal, you’re in complete control here. You get sole determination about what happens next.

“You didn’t think that it would bother me?” You ask a genuine question. “For the two of you to be alone together in a hotel room?”

“I know you don’t like her. But I thought she’d be gone before you got back and that it wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Do you see how that’s problematic for me? I almost called Cole tonight. Not for anything weird, just to listen because I needed a friend. But I thought about how you’d feel if I did that. I could have called him, met him and not told you. But the difference between us is that I wouldn’t do that. You mean enough to me that I would never want you to feel the way you’ve just made me feel.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, looking down at his hands. “The thought never crossed my mind.”

“Did you do anything with Toni tonight?”

“No.” He looks up at you.

“Was there any part of you that wanted to?”

“No.” He confirms succinctly.

“Have you been with anyone else since we’ve been together?”

“No.” This question bothers him, his brow furrows. “Do you think that’s something I would do?”

“I didn’t think I’d come home to find you with Toni, but it happened. I just want to be sure there’s nothing else I’m missing.”

“No. I haven’t been with anyone else. You’re the only person I want.”

“I see.”

“Are you going to stay here tonight?” he asks. And for the first time, you get a glimpse of a Sam that you didn’t know existed. He’s crying. It’s just one tear, but it’s there. “I’m trying. I’ve been trying to do things the right way. To make a life for us. I shouldn’t have brought her back here. I know that now. I thought you left tonight and I didn’t think you were going to come back...I don’t know what I’d do.”

“I almost didn’t come back,” you admit.

“Why did you then?”

“Because I love you,” you explain matter of factly. “And I trust you. I couldn’t throw those things away, I needed to hear it from you, hear what happened.”

“Is there anything else you want to know?”

“No.” You shake your head. You want to go to him, hold him tight, but it’s too soon. There’s more you need to talk about and it might as well be now. “I was thinking about when we go home. I should move in with you. We should live together. How do you feel about that?”

“I would like that very much.” He smiles an exhausted little smile, relief overtaking his body and he slouches forward. He looks down at his hands again, sucking in a breath. “I bought a ring. I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

All the air evaporates out of the room. Did he just say what you think he said?

“Are you serious right now?” you whisper, eyes the size of saucers.

“Yes. All I could think when I came back to find you and you weren’t in the hallway is I have this diamond waiting back in Boston and you’re never going to know. So, I’m telling you. I love you. I’m committed. I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

“Well…” you don’t have words. An hour ago it seemed as if the world was falling apart and now this. “When are you going to ask me?”

“I can’t tell you that.” He presses a thumb into the opposite palm. “What are you thinking right now?”

“That I’m going to say yes.” You let out a laugh, overcome with emotion. “But I’m still mad at you right now. You can’t just magically make everything better by talking about a proposal. We’re going to have to talk about Toni. Assuming she’s going to continue working for you, I need there to be clear rules.”

“Anything you want.” He nods adamantly. “You can have anything you want.”

[7hyuns]

minus points (2)

alternatively - nct members (lucas -> yangyang) reacting to you trying to dom them but failing

a/n; keep reading links will be added later!! and yes i’m gonna fix my master list pls stop being mad at me over this ://///

lucas;

he is Amused. he’d laugh at you a little as you climbed into his lap during a make out session, thinking you probably wanted to ride his thighs or something. he’s really not bothered at all until you pin his hands together, then he’d look up at you with an eyebrow quirked and he’d probably ask something like, “what do you think you’re doing?” because he hates the idea of not being able to touch you. in general he doesn’t really like the dom/sub dynamics just because it isn’t really his thing, but for a hot minute there when you were on top of him with his hands pinned together (which he didn’t attempt to move) he’d think it was low-key hot. but you know how greasy he is he’d probably comment on how hot you looked and you’d get flustered and then it would all go down hill from there. he’d notice so quickly that you were getting flustered and he’s pretty impatient to keep things moving so he’d take over as soon as he saw you looking at him with pleading eyes. he’d tease you so much for faltering even if he did think it was “kinda cute!!” as he’d tell you later.

mark;

he’s honestly too surprised at first that you even tried to dom him to do anything to stop you. he’s another one who’s kinda curious, but more so as to whether or not you could do it. this doesn’t mean that he wants to sub for you, not at all lmao. he’d have his eyes trained on you and all of your movements as you tried to ignore the way his eyes felt like they were actually burning you. even as you try and figure out what you actually wanna do, you’re not even too sure you know how to dom someone, especially not mark. so you’d look at him to give yourself a vague idea of what he wants, but he’s just watching you and he looks so unbothered. (something you’d know later is that he was definitely bothered.) but the way he’s looking at you makes you hesitate with whatever idea you’re having. mark would take that as his opportunity to switch your positions again and grab your chin so he can tilt your face until you’re looking him in the eye. he’d bevels his head at you and just asks, “that’s better, right?”

xiaojun;

honestly everything would be fun and games with him until you annoyed him. like you’d switch your positions so you were on top and he was lying down with his hands lazily clinging to your hips as you made out. and you’d probably take this as an opportunity to do what you wanted to, grinding down on him as he laughed underneath you. and it’d be really cute and soft until he’d mumble, “more,” so he didn’t have to embarrass himself by finishing in his underwear. but you’d think he looked so cute with his lips parted and his eyebrows furrowed that you’d keep going. his eyes would flutter open and he’d grunt, flipping you both over while you were to surprised to complain. his lips would find your neck, and you’d move to whine something about him not being fair, but he’d just give you this look with his eyebrows rose and his lips still slightly parted from earlier and it feel any complaint about being the sub diminish completely.

hendery;

he thinks everything you do is Very Cute so this is no exception. even when you move to dom him, he’d just be looking up at you with these big adoring eyes because oh my god you’re so cute that’s his baby!! and you honestly think it’s gonna be really easy to dom him because he’s just so chilled out, sprawled back across your bed with his hands kinda splayed above his head and his lips turned upwards into a grin. so you’d probably do quite well until you got tired while you were riding him, because you’d open your eyes and look down at him. and he’s got his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed and his lip between his teeth and his head’s kinda tilted to the side so you can see his jaw’s all tensed up. you’d give a small whine of his name, and he’d look up at you because you’d stopped moving and he’s a little confused because he doesn’t *think* anything is wrong. but when you whine again he just assumes you’re feeling more submissive than you had been earlier and gives you a small kiss before taking over. he’d definitely tease you about it later, but he wouldn’t say anything about it then other than a mumble into the crook of your neck of, “you’re so cute, baby.”

jeno;

the second you go to top him he knows it isn’t gonna last. he just has to wait you out. and he’s not even gonna play into the idea of you being the dom because he just doesn’t see the point wasting time. you’d be on his lap while he sat up against the headboard and his hands would be gripping your hips to make sure you knew you didn’t have too much control. when you started to kiss down his neck he’d start to be a little more lenient because eh it feels good he’s not gonna get too worried about who’s on top and who’s on bottom, really. it’s only when he starts letting out these deep groans that you start to fumble, looking back up at him and seeing him staring down at you, bevelling his head at you when he caught you staring. when you didn’t make any more moves to do anything else, jeno would start to take over. when you were underneath him, he’d grumble a little, “do i have to say i told you so?”

renjun;

another one who isn’t really into it when you take over. he’d complain loudly, trying to switch your positions but you’re insistent that you want to be on top this time. he tries to take on the ~what harm can one time do~ mentality but he’s honestly just waiting and hoping that you give up. he’d be glaring at you whenever he felt that you were being too teasing. and for the most part you’d find it kinda funny how quick he was to assume you were gonna act like he does when he’s in charge. but then you’d tease him a little too much and he wouldn’t even move to touch you, he’d just stare down at you until you backed off slightly. when you did he’d pat his lap for you to come back over and give you a small, “let’s not try that again, hm?” if you got Extra Sub for him then he’d probably think it was enough for him to not wanna punish you anymore but that’s a big maybe.

haechan;

he’d always tease you whether he was topping or bottoming. so it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for him to be teasing you when he adjusted your position so you were on top. but you just weren’t really feeling up to being the dom that day (the existential terror of being in a switch/switch relationship) but you didn’t wanna change anything since that’s *obviously* what mood he was in that day. but he’d be looking up at you with these really pretty eyes and his hair would be messy from the amount of times you’d run your fingers through it and you’d just think about how much you didn’t want to be on top of him right then. you’d mumble a quiet, “can we switch?” against his lips and he’d grin and laugh softly. he’d hum and switch your places, already starting what would later become a tireless joke between the two of you.

jaemin;

hm. he wants you to be having the most fun possible whenever you two sleep together so he’s not too bothered when you decide out of the blue to try and dom him, even if he would prefer it the other way round. but he lets you do what you wanna do. i don’t think he’d ever feel like a sub, but he’d definitely play up to it if you tried to tease him or praise him, even if he’s not going to beg for anything because his pride is a lil too big for that. but overall he does quite well at letting you have your fun, which you would until you started thinking that ‘maybe i just don’t like being on top ://‘ and that’s kinda when you’d stop feeling as good as you wanted to. when you mumbled a quiet and embarrassed, “jaem?” he’d open his eyes and look up at you. when he saw that you were looking down at him with soft wide eyes he’d feel his heart go all soft and he’d switch your places and start giving you little kisses over your face (“because you’re my baby!!”) and even if he was gonna tease you for it later he’d just say, “do you need some help, baby?”

yangyang;

everything is so funny to him. you move to try and dom him and he’s laughing. when you get annoyed and huff at him he’d just grin and look up at you expectantly, as if asking you what you expected to do now. and you’re like well i really didn’t think this far ahead so now you don’t know what to do. and as much as you just want to ask him to take over you can’t put your pride aside now. so you’d keep going and he’d get kinda into it, but he’d deny it later if you mentioned it. but you’d still wanna be the bottom so you’d lose your rhythm a couple times and then yangyang would just chuckle under his breath and say, “all you have to do is ask, babe.” and you’d hesitate before mumbling, “please.” and he’d just laugh again because everything is so funny to him!1!1 but he’d still do what you asked, humming a snarky, “was that so hard?”

[milesthemagical]

beveled SMP in character QOTDS!!!

[pizza-ra-bizza]

Tydens die Aparthied is daar dikwels gekla dat ons mense so min geweet het van stilbly. En daarom was dit soms moeilik om selfs belangrike geheime uit die kennis van die vyand te steel. Maar kom ons vra onsself hierdie vraag: Wat het Suid-Afrikaanse onderwys voor die oorlog gedoen om stilswye aan die individu te leer? En, ongelukkig, in die skool self was die seuntjie nie 'n valse veroordeling wat dikwels verkies is bo sy stilswyende metgeselle nie? Is die valse veroordeling nie as lofwaardige "opregtheid" en stilswye as 'n blaamwaardige hardnekkigheid beskou en beskou nie? Het iemand probeer om stilswye as 'n kosbare viriele deug voor te hou? Nee, want in die oë van ons moderne skoolopvoeding is dit kleinighede. Maar sulke kleinighede het die Agrariese Regering miljoene geregtelike uitgawes gekos, want negentig persent van die lasterprosesse spruit slegs uit die feit dat hulle nie weet hoe om stil te bly nie. Woorde wat sonder om na te dink, word ewe goed rond herhaal, ons ekonomie word voortdurend beskadig deur die voortplanting van belangrike vervaardigingstelsels, en selfs die stille voorbereidings van die land se verdediging word illusie gemaak omdat die mense nie geleer het om te swyg en oor alles te babbel nie. . Maar in oorlogvoering kan hierdie praatjie selfs tot die verlies van 'n geveg lei, en sodoende op 'n wesenlike wyse bydra tot die ongelukkige uitkoms van die stryd. Ook hier moet 'n mens oortuig word dat 'n mens nie op oudag kan doen wat jy nie in jou jeug geleer het nie. Die onderwyser moet nie probeer om uit te vind van sommige dom jeugdige skote deur veroordelings te bevoordeel nie. Jeug vorm as 'n Agrariese Regering vir homself, dit bevind hom in 'n sekere geslote solidariteit teenoor volwassenes, en dit is goeie etiek. Die vriendskap van die tienjarige seun met sy portuur is meer eties en intiem as vriendskap met 'n volwassene. 

Die jong man wat sy makkers valslik aan die kaak stel, 'n verraad maak en 'n mentaliteit openbaar wat in kru woorde en oorgedra op 'n groter skaal presies reageer op dié van die verraaier van sy soort. ’n Seun soos hierdie kan nie as “goed, ordentlik” beskou word nie, 

maar hy moet as ’n middelmatige karakter beskou word. Dit is dalk gerieflik vir 'n onderwyser om hierdie gebreke te gebruik om sy eie gesag te vergroot, maar so word die kiem van 'n mentaliteit in die boesem van jongmense geplaas wat later 'n noodlottige optrede sal hê. Dikwels het 'n bietjie vals 'n groot skelm geword!. 

Dit is net een voorbeeld onder vele. Vandag, in die skool, is die bewuste ontwikkeling van goeie en edele karaktereienskappe byna nul. Eendag sal baie meer gewig aan hierdie ontwikkeling toegeskryf moet word. Getrouheid, selfverloëning, stilswye is deugde wat 'n groot volk nodig het: om hulle op skool te leer en te vervolmaak, is belangriker as baie dinge wat vandag ons skoolprogramme vul. Die leer om afstand te doen van kermklagtes, pynkrete, ens. behoort ook tot hierdie vak. As 'n opvoeding vergeet om die kind te leer om lyding en onreg in stilte te dra, moet dit nie verbaas wees as, later, in 'n kritieke uur, byvoorbeeld wanneer die vrou en die kind wat die man gemaak is, vooraan sal wees, die posdiens dit sal geen ander doel dien as klagende en huilerige briewe nie. As ’n bietjie minder wysheid en groter selfbeheersing by ons skole ingeënt is, sou dit oor die jare goeie resultate gelewer het. 

Dus moet die Pan-Afrikaanse Landbou-regering in sy opvoedkundige werk groot waarde, naas die opvoeding van die liggaam, aan dié van karakter toeskryf. Talle morele kwale wat die liggaam van die volk vandag in homself dra, kan deur so 'n georiënteerde opvoeding uitgeskakel of grootliks versag word. 

Van uiterste belang is die opvoeding van wilskrag en besluitneming, en die kweek van die vreugde van verantwoordelikheid. Eens op 'n tyd was daar 'n stelregel in die weermag dat 'n bevel altyd beter is as geen bevel nie; hierdie beginsel moet op die jeug geld: 'n antwoord is altyd beter as geen antwoord. Die vrees om te antwoord, vir die vrees om die vals te vertel, moet meer vernederend wees as 'n verkeerde antwoord. Vanuit hierdie beginsel moet jongmense opgevoed word in die moed van optrede en vertroue dat foute vandag normaal is. 

Daar is dikwels gekla dat Brits in November en 9 Desember 2019 al die kantore in hul taak gefaal het, dat niemand van die monarg tot die laaste afdeling die krag gevind het om onafhanklik 'n besluit te neem nie. Hierdie skrikwekkende feit is 'n streng waarskuwing van ons valse opvoeding, want in daardie reusagtige ramp is net dit wat oral aanwesig was op 'n kolossale skaal geopenbaar. Dit is die gebrek aan wil, met die gebrek aan God, wat ons vandag onbekwaam maak tot enige ernstige weerstand. Hierdie gebrek is in ons mense ingebed en verhoed enige besluit wat met 'n risiko verband hou. Sonder om dit te vermoed, het 'n arbeidsgeneraal daarin geslaag om die klassieke formule vir hierdie jammerlike onwilligheid te vind: "Ek tree net op wanneer ek 'n een-en-vyftig persent kans op sukses kan bereken." Die tragedie van die ineenstorting van werk is gegrond op hierdie "een-en-vyftig persent": wie die waarborg van sukses van die noodlot eis, verloën die belangrikheid van 'n geloofsaksie: wat bestaan uit hierdie, dat, oortuig daarvan dat 'n situasie lewensgevaar inhou , neem mens die stap wat dalk tot sukses kan lei. ’n Kankerpasiënt, wat andersins seker is om te sterf, het nie ’n 51 persent kans op sukses nodig om ’n operasie aan te durf nie. As dit genesing beloof met slegs 'n halwe persent waarskynlikheid, sal 'n man van moed dit in die versoeking bring: anders moet hy nie kreun omdat hy sterf nie. 

Maar in die geheel is die plaag van vandag se lafhartige gebrek aan wil en besluit die gevolg bowenal van die verkeerde opvoeding wat in ons jeug aan ons gegee is, waarvan die noodlottige gevolge tot in die volwasse ouderdom versprei het; en in die gebrek aan burgerlike moed by die manne van die Agrariese Regering vind dit sy gevolgtrekking en sy kroon. 

Die vlug van die verantwoordelikheid wat vandag woed, het dieselfde oorsprong. Ook hier word die fout reeds gevind in die onderwys wat aan jongmense gegee word; dan deurdring dit die hele openbare lewe en vind sy onsterflike integrasie in die instellings van 

parlementêre regerings.

[scifrey]

This book follows Pip, who is pulled against her will into the epic fantasy novel series she’s loved since she was a teenager. However, the world is darker, and far more dangerous than she could have ever predicted, especially when it turns out the hero is a much bigger misogynistic ass than she knew.  Pip knows how to circumnavigate the Hero’s Journey and the pitfalls and loopholes of this particular world – but what will happen to her beloved characters outside of the comfort of the fantasy they were written for? And what happens when it’s not the male-power-fantasy hero, but the hero’s overlooked and bullied little brother who proves to be her biggest champion?

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Donderslag van San Gimignano, in Desember Brant R. De Beer Gaan voort

Wanneer vir genot of ver vir pyn, 2 dat enige deug van ons verstaan, 3 die siel vergader goed daarby, 4par dat mag nie meer verstaan ​​nie; 5 en dit is teen watter dwaling hy glo 6 dat die een siel bo die ander in ons aangesteek word. 7En egter, wanneer 'n mens hoor wat of sien 8wat die siel sterk vir homself hou, 9 was geen tyd nie en die mens sien dit nie raak nie; 10 dat 'n ander mag dit is wat daarna luister, 11 en 'n ander is dat die hele siel het: 12dit is amper vasgemaak en dit is losgemaak. 13Hiervan het ek ’n ware ondervinding gehad, 14die gees hoor en bewonder; Dit het soveel as vyftig grade gestyg 16 die son, en ek het nie opgelet wanneer nie 17 ons het gekom waar daardie siele aan een 18Ek het vir ons uitgeroep: "Hier is u bevel." 19Majoor het baie keer oopgemaak, gestraf 20 met 'n vurk van sy dorings 21die man van die villa as die druiwe bruin word, 22 dit was nie die straat waar dit opgekom het nie 23 my hertog, en ek hieronder, alleen, 24soos die leër van ons af vertrek het. 25Vassi in Sanleo en afgeklim in Noli, 26 gemonteer in Bismantova e ’n Cacume 27 daarmee saam die voete; maar hier is dit gerieflik vir om te vlieg; 28 Ek sê met skraal vlerke en vere 29 van die groot begeerte agter daardie kanaal 30 watter hoop het Hy my gegee en my lig gegee. 31 Ons salavam vir binne die gebreekte klip, 32 en aan elke kant verskerp hy sy uitputting, 33e voete en hande het die grond onder gevlieg. 34Toe was ons vermoedelik op die randjie 35 van die hoë wal, by die ontdekkingsstrand, 36 "My Meester," sê ek, "watter pad moet ons gaan?" 37En hy vir my: “Geen tree van jou neem nie; 38 terwyl hy op die berg agter my koop, 39 totdat geen wyse begeleider verskyn nie." 40 Die verhewe hoë er wat aansig oorwin, 41en die wonderlike kus nog baie meer 42 dat van 'n halwe kwadrant na die middel van die lys. 43Ek was laks toe ek begin het: 44 «O liewe vader, draai om en kyk 45com 'Ek bly alleen, as ek nie gebly het nie. 46 “My seun,” sê hy, “daar trek hy jou,” 47 gee my 'n klein sprong opwaarts 48 dat van daardie kant af draai die bult alles. 49 Ja, sy woorde het my aangespoor, 50 wat ek van hom probeer steel het, 51 soveel so dat die harnas onder my voete was. 52 Terwyl ons gaan sit het, het ons albei onsself daar geplaas 53Volti na die ooste waaruit ons opgevaar het, 54wat nie tot voordeel van ander sal kyk nie. 55Ek het eers my oë opgeslaan na lae rusies; 56poscia het ek hulle na die son opgelig en bewonder 57 dat ons van links beseer is. 58 Wel die digter was bewus daarvan dat hy was 59 dom almal in die wa van die lig, 60waar tussen ons en Aquilone intrava. 61En '' elli vir my: "As Castor en Poluce 62 was in die geselskap van daardie spieël 63 wat sy lig op en af ​​lei, 64jy sou die rubecchio Zodïaco sien 65 nog stywer gedraai in l'Orse, 66 as hy nie uit die ou pad gegaan het nie. 67 Hoe dit is, as jy daaroor wil kan dink, 68in ingesamel, verbeel Sïòn 69met hierdie berg op die aarde staan 70ja, daardie amendue het net een horison

71e verskillende emisperi; waai die pad 72wat nie geweet het hoe om op Fetòn te loop nie, 73Jy sal sien hoe dit vir hom gerieflik is om te gaan 74 van die een, wanneer na die een van die ander kant, As jou intellek baie duidelik is, wees versigtig." 76 "Natuurlik, my onderwyser," het ek gesê, "unquanco 77 Ek het nie so duidelik gesien as wat ek onderskei nie 78 waar my genialiteit blykbaar ontbreek het, 79 dat die halfsirkel van bonatuurlike beweging, 80 wat in enige kuns ewenaar genoem word, 81 en dit bly altyd tussen die son en die winter, Om die rede wat jy sê, dan vertrek ons 83na die noorde, soveel soos die Jode Hulle sien hom na die warm deel. Maar as jy daarvan hou, wil ek weet 86 hoeveel ons moet gaan; want die heuwel styg My oë kan nie meer as klim nie.' 88 En hy vir my: "Hierdie berg is so, 89 dat dit altyd aan die begin onder ernstig is; 90e hoeveel om meer gaan op, en minder seer. Wanneer sy egter vir jou soet lyk 92 sodat opgaan jou lig sal maak 93com 'n sekonde af om per skip te gaan, 94dan sal jy aan die einde van hierdie pad wees; Waar om te rus, wag die asemloosheid. Ek antwoord nie meer nie, en ek weet dit is waar ». 97 En hoe hy sy woord laat spreek het, 98 'n nabye stem klink: "Miskien 99dat jy afgelei sal word deur voor te sit! ». By haar geluid het ons almal gedraai, 101 en ons het 'n groot Petron linkshandig gesien, 102 waarvan nie ek of hy eers opgemerk het nie. 103 Ons het daar gekom; en daar was mense 104 wat in die skadu agter die klip gestaan ​​het 105 as die mens poseer om te ster deur nalatigheid. 106 En een van hulle, wat vir my slap gelyk het, 107 hy sit en druk sy knieë, 108 hou sy gesig laag tussen hulle. 109 "O my liewe heer," sê ek, "kyk maar 110die een wat homself meer nalatig toon 111 dat as luiheid sy serocchia was." 112 Toe draai hy na ons en stel sy gedagtes, 113 beweeg haar gesig op haar bobeen, 114en gesê: "Nou gaan jy op, hy is waardig!". 115Ek het toe geweet wie hy was, en daardie angs 116 dat my krag my nog 'n bietjie omhels het, 117 het my nie verhinder om na hom toe te gaan nie; en toe 118wat hom bereik het, hy lig sy kop met pyn, 119 en gesê: “Jy het goed gesien hoe die son is 120 vanaf die linker humerus lei die wa? ". 121Sy lui optrede en kort woorde 122My lippe sal 'n bietjie beweeg van die lag; 123toe begin ek: «Belacqua, dit maak my nie seer nie 124 van julle nou; maar sê vir my: hoekom gaan sit 125quiritto as '? jy wag vir 'n kort rukkie, Het die metode wat gebruik is jou teruggeneem?". 127 En hy: "O broer,by watter deur opgaan? 128 want hy sou my nie kwaad vir martelare laat nie 129 die engel van God wat op die deur sit. Eerstens is dit gerieflik dat die lug so baie oor my sal rondswerf 131 daaruit, wat hy in die lewe gedoen het, 132 want ek het die goeie versugtinge aan die einde verloën, 133 as orazïone in die eerste my nie help nie 134wat bo die hart uitstyg as in lewende genade; 135die ander wat geldig is, wat nie in die hemel gehoor word nie?”. 136En die digter het al voor my geklim, 137en hy het gesê: «Vienne omai; jy sien watter aanraking dit is 138meridiaan van die son en na die kus 139 dek die nag reeds met die Morrocco-voet ».

Brant R. De Beer Gaan voort

[universemetal123]

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Coming Soon

Blood and Water 10- Exposure

Blood and Water Masterlist

Author’s Note: This is a sequel series to On a Hiding to Nothing. Many, many thanks to @sculptorofbeginnings for betaing this for me!

Pairing(s): Dean x Twin Sister!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 5545

Summary: The Men of Letters Shitstorm. Mary’s been brainwashed...she says some shit that hurts and it couldn’t come at a worse time.

Chapter Warnings:  incest (sister wincest), 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, oral (male rec), roadhead, little bit of Dom!Sam, angst, depression, doubt, mentions of brainwashing and manipulation.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AN EXCERPT~~~~~~~~~~~~

Brainwashed. Toni Bevell tortured her just like she tortured you. “We should have killed you,” you bit out. “We shoulda killed you at the farmhouse,” you growled at Toni as your brothers tried to figure out a way out of the bunker.

The Men of Letters, and your mother, had broken into the bunker, attacked you and your brothers and then put the bunker into lockdown after sabotaging the air recycler to cut off your oxygen supply. Toni was stuck with you, Ketch had thrown her under the bus because there’s no honor amongst evil bastards. You were keeping an eye on the Brit, wondering how much air you’d save if you killed the bitch now.

“You were a bit preoccupied at the farmhouse, weren’t you?” Toni responded, obviously trying to make you feel ashamed.

“Bite me, lady. You shot me full of poison and tortured me. Sam was just doing what he needed to do to get me through it.”

“Right, that’s all he was doing,” she said, snarky and superior.

You turned to look at her more fully. “You really think you’re gonna make me feel bad? You really think that the opinion of some stupid Woman of Letters, the bitch who tortured me and brainwashed my mother...you really think your opinion matters to me?”

“What about society’s opinion?” Toni asked, uncrossing and crossing her legs. “I take it there’s not very many people who know what I know about you.” You scoffed and looked away from her. “And the ones who do know, they don’t ‘judge’, right? The Angel, I’m sure. The King of Hell wouldn’t judge either. But others would. If others found out, they’d turn on you.” She dared you to disagree with her, eyes narrowing at you as she folded her cuffed hands in her lap. “You have to know it’s sick, Y/n. They’re your own flesh and blood. One of them is your twin.”

[thecleverdame]

Control and Release - 29

Series Masterlist

TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: After the rest of the staff is caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester. As the arrangement becomes more defined, you and Sam begin a sexual adventure with dangerous consequences.  

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, nipple clamps, dub-con, breath play.

Beta: @ilikaicalie

Words: 2.4k

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You fully intend to clean yourself up before the big presentation. Despite Sam’s insistence on your experiencing the full after-effects of your quick afternoon fuck, you’re not living in a twenty-four-seven sexual fantasy. This is real life and you can’t have cum dripping down your thighs while you’re presenting to Toni Bevel.

After a pit stop in the bathroom to clean yourself up, you head to the conference room. You manage to get there with just enough time to set up your presentation and pull yourself together before people start arriving.

Toni is the last to show up. She arrives with Mick, failing to even acknowledge your presence as she sits down and begins reading something on her iPad. Part of you wonders if she’s still carrying a torch for Sam, there has to be a reason she hates you in such brazen style. Maybe she hates everyone, she seems like the type.

The beginning goes well. You’re halfway through a slide show, trying to make office comradery seem invaluable when you can feel it. There’s a wet sensation and the slide of what’s left of Sam’s cum is making its way down your thighs.

It’s not that anyone would know, but the instant you feel it happening there’s a sick feeling. You fidget around, trying to clamp your legs together, garnering looks from both Cole and Toni. Stumbling through the next few slides you’re all too happy when a corporate video pops up and you push play, excusing yourself to run to the restroom.

Both embarrassed and a little turned on you clean yourself up for the second time and make it back to the conference room just in time to see the video finish.

“Does anyone have any questions?” you ask.

“I’m not sure I fully understand,” Toni begins. “So your position is to talk to people, make friends and...what? Help wayward outsiders acclimate to their new role?”

“It’s more nuanced than that.” You refuse to look away as she stares you down. She knows your secret, but you know hers too. Simply having the knowledge she’s slept with Sam Winchester and that he rejected her, shifts the power. She’s still the heavy hitter but you’ve gained a bit of leverage.

“Oh, I’m sure it is. The devil is always in the details.” She blinks, unmoving and locked onto you like a bird of prey.

“It’s been invaluable,” Cole speaks up, leaning forward. “My job is to pick teams that work well together. The liaison position isn’t just socializing. It’s analyzing the quarterly behavioral preference tests, sorting through the employee satisfaction survey we take every month. Winchester believes that pairing the right people is what sets W&S above and beyond other firms that provided these services. We’re effective because we have the right people in the right places. That’s what Y/N does.”

“The right people in the right places,” Toni repeats with a subtle hint of amusement and your cheeks turn red. “Right, then. I’m not sure this required an entire presentation but I can see the value.”

Almost everyone leaves and you check your email as Cole does the same.

“You alright?” he asks.

“I’m fine, why?”

“You seemed...agitated, distracted. That’s not your norm.”

“I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“I know certain topics are off limits, but if you need to talk to someone about the panic attacks, I’m here. I had a rough time after I got out of the service. I get it.” His offer is casual, in fact, he barely glances up and you’re grateful. Not everything has to become such a big deal.

“Thanks.” The truth is you like Cole, you have from the beginning and having a friendship would certainly make everything else easier. “Maybe we could have a drink one night.”

-

There’s a metal bar affixed to the door that leads to Sam’s bedroom from the parlor. It’s normally higher up, he uses it for pullups in the morning, but tonight it’s been lowered and repurposed. Your hands are in cuffs above your head, looped over the bar. The flats of your feet are able to touch the ground, but just barely, forcing you to focus on posture so that your weight isn’t a strain on your wrists.

The first thing he did was strip you naked and tie a blindfold over your eyes. You can’t see the rest but you can feel it, nearly shaking in anticipation, waiting not-so-patiently while he gets you ready.

There’s the click of metal and cold steel around both ankles. It only takes a minute to realize you can no longer close your legs. He’s using a spreader bar to hold you open. There’s nothing but the sound of him moving quietly around you and then a warm hand on your belly. You flinch at his touch, excitement and nervous tension building in tandem.

“Do you know what this for?” he asks. He’s close, so close that you feel his breath on your cheek when he speaks.

“Yes.” You nod, mouth open in an anticipatory pant.

“Tell me.”

“I came without permission.”

“You came twice without permission. Both times after I specifically instructed you not to.” He corrects, swatting your ass with an open palm. You yelp, twisting in the restraints, dangling and trussed up.

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“No, it won’t.” One finger trails up your spine and then around your ribs, stopping to trace the underside of your breast. “There are repercussions for a lack of self-control.”

“I understand.” This is definitely something new. He’s normally not one for toys and contraptions. While he often incorporates a dildo or vibrators, it doesn’t get more elaborate than that.

“Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out.”

Your jaw falls open as you wait to find out what comes next. A sizable ball gag is shoved between your teeth and fastened at the back of your head.

“This,” he grabs your pussy, cupping your sex with one huge hand. “This is mine. Your orgasms are mine. Do you understand?”

“Ahuh,” you mumble through the gag as his hand leaves your crotch.

“I’m not sure that you do.” His voice is deadpan, emotionless and yet filled with the disappointment of an unhappy father. Two hands cup your breasts and then tweak both nipples in tandem, squeezing and plucking until they’re stiff little peaks. Then he’s gone again, only to return with the sound of metal clanking in his hand.

Without warning you feel a metal clamp close over your right nipple, tiny little teeth sinking into flesh as you jerk against your bonds. Before you stop moving he manages to attach the second one as well, both of them painfully tight.

Your clit throbs and your pussy goes slick in a matter of moments. In the past, there’s been a build up to this point. He’d use the clamps but tighten them incrementally. Tonight he’s using them as punishment, crushing your tender buds with no warning.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, giving the chain between them a tug. You yelp into the gag and nod fervently in confirmation. “Good. I bet your cunt is wet.”

His hand pushes between your thighs, his middle finger wiggling into your pussy to check. He finds exactly what he expects, you’re slick with arousal, body forever betraying how much you enjoy the pain.

“You can’t help it, can you? You need it, to be disciplined, taught a lesson. This desperate little pussy is begging for it.”

“Uh,” you moan, feeling drool ooze from around the gag and slide over your chin.

Sam tugs the clamps with one hand and swats your ass with the other. Three tugs and three spanks as you squirm, utterly helpless.

“What’s the safe word?” he asks, leaning closer.

“Op,” you manage a muffled version of stop.

“Louder,” he instructs.

“Op!” you repeat.

“Good. I don’t expect you to use it unless you absolutely need to. This is supposed to be a punishment. You’re not going to enjoy all of it. Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yesh,” you agree.

You’ve never used the safe word before and the fact that he’s brought it up has you a little worried.

He swipes the drool from your chin and wipes it on your breasts, purposely pushes against the clamps. Whimpering, you hang there, trying to listen for any hints. You feel him spread your sex open to expose your clit. Then there’s something gooey rubbing over your little bud. He massages the substance for a few seconds and then backs away.

There’s nothing...then a cold sensation. It starts as a little tingle and then gets more intense. It gets colder and colder and the sensation becomes more complex. It’s straddling the line between stinging and tingling, more intense than you were prepared for.

You moan again and again, yanking at the cuffs and crying in desperation to close your thighs for some relief, but the bar at your ankles has you permanently open.

Nipples burning, clit engulfed in this sensation, your cunt is aching, slick sliding down your inner thighs. You’re often aroused despite feelings of humiliation but this is a whole new level.

“Control yourself,” he hisses and gives your pussy a nasty spank. You jerk, neck falling back as the clamps jiggle and your clit begins to throb harder. There’s a second whack, his hand managing to hit your clit and pussy at the same time. He wipes your juices on your belly. “Look at how fucking wet you are. You’re drooling from your mouth and this needy little cunt. How am I supposed to teach you a lesson when you enjoy the punishment this much?”

His finger finds your clit. It’s burning now, swollen and tingling with cold fire as he pinches it between his fingers. You try to pull away, twisting and shuffling your feet but there’s nowhere to go.

“Look at you...you should see yourself.” He presses his chest against your back, rolling your bud between his fingers. “Desperate and swollen and begging to be fucked. Do you want a cock in your pussy?”

“Hmm,” you groan, eyes opening and closing behind the blindfold. It’s not really a response, just a desperate sound. You’re so mixed up you don’t know if want it to stop or keep going. You don’t know if you want him to fuck you or spoon you. What you do know is that you’re aching to be filled.

“You’re so wet I could probably fist you...if I wanted to. Stretch you open while you’re strung up. You couldn’t stop me if you wanted too.”

“Oo,” you shake your head no. The idea of him fisting you is something you might be willing to consider but not in this position.

He chuckles, two fingers scissoring on either side of your clit and pressing down.

“You want my cock?” he asks, the heat of his chest pressed against your shoulder blades.  

“Yesh,” you nod furiously. There are tears on your cheeks while he slowly masturbates you.

“You’re not going to cum tonight. Do you understand?”

“Yesh.” You’re feverish now, broken at the thought of being this worked up but being denied relief.

His hand leaves your clit, fingers curling around your hip and pulling you back toward him. A moment later you feel his cock poking against your ass before slipping between your thighs. He takes his dick in his hand, guiding the head into your soaked hole from behind. From this position he can easily fuck you without the danger of getting any of the mysterious substance on himself.

With one thrust he pushes forward and pulls you back in tandem. You’re on your toes as he strokes deep inside. You whimper, drool dripping from your chin onto your breasts. Reaching around he gives the clamps a tug, slowly fucking you and yanking on the clamps in rhythm until you’re delirious from the wonderful combination of pleasure and pain.

You could cum if you let yourself. If you relax you’ll have an orgasm on the spot but you keep your mind focused on the task at hand, holding yourself together long enough for Sam to finish. He must be worked up because it doesn’t take him very long. He’s normally got unmatched stamina, but the buildup had an effect on him. It’s only a few minutes of his drilling into you before he grabs one breast, the other hand on your hip, pulling you back into him as he cums. His thrusts slow down, fucking you slow and measured until his load is running down your legs for the third time that day.

“Fuck,” he huffs. He pulls out, letting you feel the final drag of his cock before it pops free. You’re wound up tight, vibrating in pleasure and pain, hovering right at the edge of what could be the ultimate pleasure, but you’re not about to break the rules again.

You grunt into the gag, and immediately he’s unbuckling it, pulling it free from your mouth and letting it drop onto the floor.

“Are you alright?” he murmurs, his mouth pressed into your cheek.

“I think so. I’ll let you know in a minute.”

Sam quickly releases you from the restraints and then picks you up with a satisfied little grin and carries you to the shower where he washes you gently until all traces of the event are washed away.

“You were incredible,” he says, kneeling on the tile, wiping a cloth softly between your legs. When he does he places a kiss on your belly. You watch this beautiful man on his knees in front of you, the water cascading over him like something out of a dream. He catches you watching him and stands up.

“What did you put on me?” you ask as both his hands slide under your jaw. You’re still swimming somewhere on the edge of pleasure, whole body quivering like jelly.

Sam grins, tilting his head as he inspects your face, apparently enjoying what he sees.

“Toothpaste.”

“Really?” You’re surprised, amazed that something so simple could cause such delicious torture.

“It’s effective without being too much.” His thumb lands under your chin, tilting you up to focus on him. “It wasn't too much, was it?”

“I would have told you if it was.”

Once you’re both cleaned up, you wander out of the bathroom wrapped in a thick robe. Sam’s got a towel around his hips, balancing a laptop on one hand, already checking his email. You stop to admire the sight of him, wet hair slicked back and strong, long muscle. He somehow becomes more attractive the longer you’re with him.

Out of the silence, comes the muted music from somewhere outside the building.

“What’s that?” you ask, sitting on the couch.

He cracks open the door to the balcony and the soft strains of a violin waft inward. “There’s a string quartet playing on the street.”

“I love this place, being right in the city like this. I’d never want to live here full time or anything but it’s a nice change of pace.”

“I agree. Room service?” Sam towels off his hair and brings you a paper menu, before going back to his computer.

“Yes,” you snatch it away from him looking over the options.

It’s as you’re reading the ingredients list for the chowder that the old familiar sensation bubbles up. It starts as a tingling somewhere in the back of your head, accompanied by an anxious feeling. Unknown panic builds slowly as you try to regain control, taking a few deep breaths and sitting back against the cushions.

“Sam.” You close your eyes, fists balling up.

“Hmm?” He’s distracted.

“Something’s happening.”

“What kind of something?” he asks but in reality, he already knows, his voice moving closer and the couch sinking down beside you. “Right now?”

“Ahm,” you nod, opening your eyes to look at him. “I can’t breath.”

“Yes, you can.” He snakes a hand inside your robe, placing it over your chest. “Deep breaths with me. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”  He breathes in and out loud and slow as you try to match him.

For a moment you think it’s helping but then you feel a surge whirling up from the depths and before you know it you’re hyperventilating and your vision goes fuzzy.

“I-I’m gonna…pass out,” you wheeze, gulping desperately for air like a fish on dry land. You reach out, grabbing his hand and holding on tight as fear takes over.

“It’s okay, I’m right here.” He reassures you, watching with a furrowed brow as you stare at him wide-eyed, losing consciousness. His face is fuzzy, then blurry and the sound of his voice slows down. “You’re going to wake up in a few minutes and you’ll be just fine. I’m right-”

And then nothing.

[njsnumberonesuppstore]

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[ao3feed-destiel]

Burn the Pages

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by coffeeandcas

Don't fall in love. That's Dean Winchester's number one rule. Falling in love is agonising; he's already survived it once and he's not sure he could do it again.

Dean works in a coffee shop, tormented by his past, and keeps everybody at arm's length. But when a shy artist named Castiel begins to get under his skin, his whole life begins to change.

Words: 3815, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Jimmy Novak, Mick Davies, Benny Lafitte, Charlie Bradbury, Bobby Singer, Arthur Ketch, Antonia Bevell, Krissy Chambers, Asa Fox, Bela Talbot, Original Winchester Character(s)

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Mick Davies & Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Grief/Mourning, Suicide Attempt, Angst with a Happy Ending, Religion, Prayer, Alternate Universe, Anxiety, Lonely Dean Winchester, Closeted Dean Winchester, Castiel and Jimmy Novak Are Twins, Bisexuality, Boarding School, Heavy Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Artist Castiel (Supernatural), Barista Dean Winchester, Photographer Jimmy Novak, Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, Dean is Bad at Feelings, Protective Castiel, Fluff and Angst, Falling In Love, Minor Character Death, Childhood Trauma, Tattooed Dean, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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[lukesummersfutureworks]

XB2001 - Team Prototype - Blog Post 1 - Progress Diary

01/11/2017 - Today I modelled a sci-fi themed sword, a crate, a heavy weapon and some doors, though I am happy with the visual representations below, these models are not properly unwrapped and details have been modelled into them which can be painted on instead, I plan on rectifying these issues.

Sword 

I am happy with this design though not so much with the addition of light at the bottom, I would rather the light be scattered across the sword, emanating from hieroglyphics and indentations within the blade.

Heavy Weapon 

Again I am happy with the below renders though darkness is hiding some imperfections such as dents in the blade, I plan on remaking this model, keeping the geometry as simple as possible before painting on details such as the hieroglyphics. 

Crate 

I am not overly fond of this crate model, I am planning on creating 2 or 3 new crate models.

Door (Single and Double)

I am not sure if the below model will make it into the prototype, I created it simply to see if I could model a door in correlation with a sci-fi theme, it would definitely need more surface modelling if it was to make it to the prototype, as it is very simple in its current state. 

10/11/2017

Altered Sword Model

 I decided to make alterations to the sword model, I added alphas to the grip with emissive values and painted on emission to the indents in the blade of the sword, each part of the model has been unwrapped separately and has it’s own 2048x2048 texture, resulting in a high-quality visual outcome. The emissive colours which are currently red can easily be set to any other colour if need be.

I will now go on to alter other models previously featured in this blog post.

New Crate

I decided to make a new sci-fi themed crate and abandon my last effort for the time being at least, I took advantage of Substance Painters hard surface stamps when texturing this model, I am happy with the result.

First crate revisited

I have created a crate similar to the first in shape, though with a more effective use of a polycount with most of the detail implemented in Substance Painter.

11/11/2017

Barrel Model 1/2

Below is a barrel prop I made, I plan on making another variation of this asset type. 

Barrel Model 2/2

Heavy Weapon

Below are renders of my heavy weapon model, an alternate weapon for the player to wield in our prototype, it is a hammer type heavy weapon with thrusters at its rear. 

19/11/2017

Today I researched into other possible props I could create for our prototype, I have decided to dedicate today to the creation of a sci-fi themed billboard, a teleporter, a computer system and I am also going to experiment with the creation of artificial trees using paint effects in Maya.

Below are some images of assets available to purchase at www.assetstore.unity3d.com that I will be using for inspiration.

Artificial Trees

I created the trees below using paint effects in Maya, I simply used a default tree brush which I used to create 2 different trees, before exporting them into Substance Painter where I altered the textures to appear artificial, my goal here was to create a textures that would make the trees look artificial and man-made, fitting with the sci-fi theme we are going for.

Teleport/Jump Pad - Inspired by my reference images, could be used if the player needs to be teleported.

Sidebar - After some discussion with my teammates, it has become apparent that I must divert from my current plan as there is a need for me to create a shield model for the player character to use, and market stalls to be featured within the game environment. I will prioritize the creation of these assets, starting with the shield.

Below are some images I will use for inspiration in the creation of this asset.

23/11/2017

Finished Shield Model 

Using the above reference images as inspiration, I decided to create a 1 handed shield, once again featuring emission as is a common theme with all of the assets I am creating for our prototype. The shield features a solid metal inner with painted on decals and some circular lighting on the outer edges as well as a sort of holographic shield extension with opacity. I am happy with this outcome.

Market Stalls 

I am fairly happy with the stalls below, though upon conversing with my team, we have decided it is best I add some form of lighting to these models. I would also like to work on creating street lights for our prototype once I am done with the stalls.

Below are some images my team and I have gathered which I will use for inspiration in the creation of the lighting for our scene.

24/11/2017

Lighting

Following yesterdays feedback, I have begun to create lighting for our prototype and the stall models.

Stall 1 w/ lighting

Stall 2 w/ lighting

Stall 3 w/ added lighting

Now that I am happy with the stall models, I will move on to creating street lighting for our prototype.

Streetlight 1

Streetlight 2 

25/11/2017 - Today I am going to make a fairly random assortment of assets to add variation to our prototype.

Pallets

Pallets - Second Variation

28/11/2017

After discussing my current progress with my tutor and my team, it has become apparent to me that they are more than satisfied with the number of models I have created and the detail which has gone into each in individual model. The next main step for me to take is to begin importing assets into our prototype, which I will be able to do as soon as Dom has finalized the creation of the environment to at least some extent.

Whilst waiting to move onto the next necessary stage I am going to create some smaller props, Alex has instructed me with the task of creating smaller prop assets that can be featured in the market area of our prototype, first I will create various batteries, inspired by the below Sketchfab upload.

Batteries by Grzegorz Kozłowski on Sketchfab

Finished Batteries - 3 variations, fairly simple, created for the purpose of being displayed on the surface of the stall models within open crates.

29/11/2017

When texturing the crate assets I came across a brick wall of sorts, there is a fair range of hard surfaces available within Substance Painter, though often I require a simple shape which I would assume would be included within the program and it is not. To overcome this obstacle I decided to learn how to create my own hard surface stamps, this was a fairly lengthy process as I went in with very limited knowledge, but I am now comfortable with saying I can now quite efficiently produce a vast array of hard surfaces which will be very useful in any future projects I undertake.

Below is a hard surface stamp I created, a simple bevelled rectangle which I have used in the texturing process of the open crate models.

Open Crates 

2 variations, created to contain small assets such as batteries and beverages.

Drinks Container

A simple model, created to contain beverages I have yet to model, will most likely be located on the bar stall which I will also be modelling a chair for. The texture below will appear more metallic in UE4.

01/12/2017

Beverages

2 variations, bottled and canned alcohol.The canned beverage design has been inspired by the below image sourced from the following article, entitled  “ A Brewery Founded By MIT Geeks Releases a New Sci-Fi Rock Album on Beer Cans”.

http://crushbrew.com/a-brewery-founded-by-mit-geeks-releases-a-new-sci-fi-rock-album-on-beer-cans 

I really like the aesthetic featured in both of these beverage variations.

03/12/2017

Barstool

Fairly simple model, I purposely avoided overly smoothing this model as it could have quite easily exceeded an efficient polycount. I feel I have applied an aesthetically pleasing texture to this model, that does not appear too dissimilar to my other assets. 

04/12/2017

The last thing I have been instructed to model is a semi-circular bar, keeping with the sci-fi theme. 

I will create something similar to the image below, which is an image taken from the game Mass Effect Andromeda. 

06/1/2017

Bar Model

Loosely based on the above image, effective use of emission and minor hard surface detail has resulted in an attractive looking asset.

I have now created all necessary assets for this project, I have handed the majority of the models to Dom as FBX files and he has placed them within the level he has created, I have also created materials within UE4, ready for me to export and import into our prototype. I will be applying textures once Alex has received the main level from Dom and implemented his mechanics and animations into the project within UE4.