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“Straying Eyes” [Hector Barbossa x Fem!Reader]

**Commission for @jesseapples !**

Warnings: phonetic spelling of accents, p in v s/x, possessive behavior / language, hints of soft Barbossa, men hit on reader in a pub but not for long

Summary: When you and the rest of the Black Pearl’s crew finally docked in Tortuga, you hoped for a night of celebration in the pubs— of course, things never quite go to plan, do they?

Or;

Drunken men hit on you in a pub and Barbossa gets jealous.

Pairings: Hector Barbossa/fem!Reader

A/N: gods this dialect was hard to pin down, so so fun to work on tho omg

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Word count: ~5.3k

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As much as you loved the sea, and you did love it, you were excited to stand on solid ground that didn’t shift and shudder beneath your feet with every wave. As sturdy as the Black Pearl was, you couldn’t help how the creaks and groans of the wood at night reminded you that you really were at the sea’s will. 

This fact popped into your head once more as you hopped easily off the boarding plank and onto the pier below. Despite the disorienting feeling of walking on steady ground again instead of the familiar pull and weave of the ship, the earthy (and alcoholic) scent steadied you. You stretched your arms over your head, cracking your back with a grunt as you felt your muscles stretch. 

Before you could take a step forward there was a familiar warmth pressed against your lower back. You let out a curious hum, tilting your head back to meet your partner’s gaze. Barbossa’s cool blue eyes met yours with a smug cock of his eyebrow. His fingers tapped a rhythm on your lower back before settling on your hip, tugging you into his side. 

“Attached already?” you teased quietly, nudging his side with your hip, “We’ve barely docked, Cap’n.” 

He scoffed beside your ear, rolling his eyes with a scowl you knew was just for show by the way his hand squeezed your hip with faux warning. “Be it a crime now to lay claim in what’s mine?” he asked. His voice dropped an octave as he leaned a bit closer to rumble sarcastically, “Forgive me if I’ve… concerns about the ingrates that swarm the bars of Tortuga.”

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out, cheeks warming at the reminder. “...Maybe,” you retorted lamely after a moment, clearing your throat. 

He hummed, tapping his fingers on your hip once more before drawling, “Well, what’s another crime added to our list, hm?” 

You groaned playfully, turning away from his faux curious gaze. His breath puffed against your neck as he laughed at your demeanor, pulling away only to lead you alongside him as the rest of the crew crowded past you, scattering through the streets of Tortuga. 

You let yourself be dragged towards your usual pub, slipping inside the rowdy bar with ease. The familiar warmth of Barbossa’s hand on your hip faded as you both weaved through the crowd, ducking beneath potted plants being thrown and beer spillage. It was easy for you after all of these years, the pub becoming like a second home (ship?) away from home with how often you all stopped there. The musicians played a hearty tune as you spun through the sea of people, eyes scanning any available seats. 

As you slipped into an unoccupied bar seat you felt a familiar presence looming over your shoulder. You glanced to the side to find Barbossa leant comfortably on the stool beside you, scanning over the crowd with an elbow twisted to rest on the bartop behind him. He briefly met your gaze, raising his brows in acknowledgement before turning back to the crowd. You watched as Jack, the little monkey that had grown quite fond of you, scittered down his arm to the counter before grappling onto your shoulder. 

“Hi, Jack,” you cooed, reaching a finger up to scratch behind his fuzzy ear. He let out a trill of contentment, butting into your finger encouragingly as you relayed your order to the bartender. The presence was one you were all too familiar with by now; Barbossa often had Jack “watch over” you when he couldn’t be around to do it himself. 

It was sweet really, how protective Barbossa was over you when he claimed to be otherwise. It was also, admittedly, a bit annoying how often he seemed to swoop in whenever you were faced with the tiniest bit of danger. Even now you remembered how, when you two had first started seeing each other, he would shove you out of the skirmishes on deck in favor of banishing you to his cabin. Despite how furious you always were at the end, he ended up brushing off your complaints with a sneering reminder of who was Captain. 

It had taken you a long while to see through his cold demeanor and realize it wasn’t that he thought you couldn’t take care of yourself, rather that he hadn’t wanted to risk anything happening to you. It was a startling yet sweet realization, one festered with his taunts of how “there be a reason naught but few ladies on these seas”. It was bullshit, of course, an insult to keep you at arms length from his feelings. 

Still, the concern from him was… touching. You rarely saw the softer side of Barbossa, even when concealed with his snark, and any reminder of it left your heart clenching in affection for the man. You supposed Jack was proof of that, regardless, though– your furry friend only ever left your shoulder to perch on Barbossa’s. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts as a mug was placed in front of you, the bartender already whirling around to serve another patron. You took a big gulp of the drink, nose scrunching up at the burn that followed. You suppressed a cough, favoring swirling in your barstool to survey the bar once again. Your gaze flitted through the crowd, searching for any familiar figure. 

You barely made out one of your crew, Ragetti, trying in vain to grasp his wooden eye that you assumed was rolling on the floor. You snickered into your mug, taking another gulp as you appreciated the view of Ragetti’s frantic crawling and weaving through the crowd’s legs. The blasting bar music muted whatever he was trying to yell, and you huffed out a laugh when someone ended up tripping on the eye, setting their angry sights on Ragetti as the culprit. 

Before you could witness what was certainly most entertaining fight of the night, you felt Jack’s tiny claws sink into the cloth of your shirt with a quiet chirp. You furrowed your brows, tilting your head to see whatever had caught his attention. Before you could turn fully, you felt a weight snake around your waist from your side. Assuming it to be Barbossa, you swiveled in your seat with a growing smile. 

It immediately faded into a scowl when you didn’t recognize the patron. His eyes were hazy, already way too drunk to be in the bar, a sleazy grin on his face that you were sure he thought was sexy. You cringed, leaning away from him with a roll of your eyes, “Not interested.” 

“H-hey gor-rgeous,” he slurred out, batting his eyes. He either hadn’t heard you, or… didn’t care. Either way, it made your frustration spike. 

“Take y’er hand from my hip or you’ll be losin’ it,” you growled, shoving his chest. Jack screeched in what you assumed was agreement, quickly clawing at the man’s face for emphasis. Too drunk, Jack’s claws easily met with the man’s cheek, blood already clotting from the scratch. 

“Y-ye fuckin’ rat!” the man shouted in surprise, stumbling backwards. In the time you’d taken to reject this man, another had saddled up on the other side of you, his smooth voice booming in your ear uncomfortably. 

“The lady said nay,” the new man scoffed, wrapping an arm around your waist. You cocked an eyebrow in disbelief at the bold move, turning to see the, slightly less, drunk man who took it upon himself to “save” you. “Ye okay, lass?” he asked with a crooked grin, sending a wink towards you before continuing, “I can keep y’a company, lass. Keep these scoundrels away.” 

“Nay, she won’t be needin’ the likes of you to assist her,” another voice growled, one that sent a flutter through your chest. Jack screeched in greeting, scampering off of your shoulder to race up the inky black sleeve of your beloved. 

“An’ who are you to speak for th’ lady?” the man scoffed, tightening his grip around your waist. You’d forgotten his arm was still around you, scrunching your nose in disgust as you made eye contact with Barbossa. The corner of his lip curled up into a scowl you’d seen far too often, his hand instinctively snaking down to his holster. 

“Her lover,” he ground out with a snarl of his lips, eyes narrowing dangerously. In a flash, Barbossa’s gun was pressed to the man’s jaw, prodding uncomfortably as he toyed with the trigger. “Whaddya think, Jack?” he taunted, tilting his head to the monkey, who chittered in response. A sick grin grew on his face at the supposed response, cocking the barrel with a practiced thumb, “Aye, you be right, Jack. He be worthless.” 

Within seconds the man’s arm was jerking away from your waist, palms raising up in surrender. You watched the man gulp, trembling as Barbossa leant in closer to him. Your chest squeezed once again at the display. Another reminder of his care for you. …Even if he was about to shoot someone in a bar. 

“Cap’n,” you tried, raising a hand to rest it on his forearm. His eyes flit to yours briefly, raking down your form to check for anything that might’ve happened. His thumb didn’t relax until you stepped closer, squeezing his arm with a silent reassurance. You were fine. 

His scowl deepened momentarily, and with a flourished spin his gun was back in his holster. Jack let out a whine that you swore sounded disappointed as the man stumbled back. “I’d advise y’e keep y’er hands to yourself, boy,” Barbossa hissed, watching intently as the man scrambled away, “Lest ye lose ‘em to a man far crueler than I.” 

Before you could process what had happened, Barbossa’s arm was curled tight around your waist, fingers digging into your hip almost painfully. Within moments you were dragged out of your own seat, hands scrambling for purchase on his sleeve. Your feet bent awkwardly as he pulled you onto his lap, his arm steady around you. 

Your back hit the solid warmth of his chest, thighs slotting between his as you shifted to get more comfortable. His chin settled on your shoulder, and when you felt his warm breath puff against your cheek, you instinctively leaned your head against his. You huffed softly, leaning back into his embrace as your brows furrowed in annoyance. 

“Thank y’e,” you mumbled, reaching out to grab your mug of rum for a sip, “Gods forbid I spend more than a few minutes alone lest the dogs swarm.” 

He hummed in your ear, his arm shifting around you more securely, “Dogs be a lackluster term for the vermin here.” 

“An’ what would you choose?”

“Feckless ingrates, horned mutts, cockroaches–” 

“Aye, aye,” you laughed, leaning back into his chest and earning a huff of laughter against your cheek, “Well, it be not our problem now–” you were cut off by him suddenly shifting beneath you, raising you both up from the seat. 

You felt yourself being tugged away from the bar, eliciting a surprised exclamation and a final gulp from your mug. “Hector,” you whined in his ear, squirming in his hold, “I didn’t even get to get tipsy–” 

“I’ve rum in my cabin,” he muttered, not relieving his grip on your hip.

“The crew–?”

“Will find their way back,” he shot you a sharp glance, squeezing your hip lightly as he dragged you out of the bar. 

You groaned in frustration, struggling to hold back the amused grin trying to worm onto your face. “Is that how ye thank y’er savior?” he mocked, rolling his eyes as he shoves open the pub’s doors.

“Thank you,” you retorted sarcastically. Despite your tone, you readily leaned into his side as he weaved through the alleyways of Tortuga. He huffed in response, and you’re sure that if you’d seen his face he would be rolling his eyes once again. He was silent the rest of the short trip. Silence wasn’t unusual for you two; many nights you two spent in his cabin silent, him charting his maps and you milling around with his trinkets or reading.

You admired the stars above as he led you back to the boarding plank, wood creaking beneath your boots. You hopped onto the ship easily, noting the way Barbossa’s hand slid from his ironclad grip on your hip to resting firmly on your lower back. You resisted a shiver at the feeling, biting the inside of your lip as he guided you to his cabin. 

“Were I a dumber man,” he started finally, kicking his door behind him shut, “I’d say y’e enjoyed that little show.” 

“Enjoyed?” you scoffed, sending a grin over your shoulder, “Sure, if you call me getting two sips of my rum enjoyable–” 

You were cut off by his hand snaking down to grip your ass, squeezing one cheek between his nimble fingers. A startled noise was ripped from your mouth, back arching instinctively to flinch away from his hand. “What was it you were sayin’?” he taunted, his other hand raising to trace his nail along your jawline. 

You scowled at the action, twisting your head to angle a half-hearted glare at him, “I said,” you repeated, a pout gracing your lips as his hands left your form, reaching for his own stash of alcohol, “I only got two sips of my rum before you interrupted me.” 

“I interrupted you?” he guffawed with an obvious roll of his eyes as he poured you a replacement mug of rum, “An’ I suppose we’ll just be ignorin’ the attention you got, then?” 

“Aye,” you tutted, crossing your arms defiantly, “We will be.”

“Ah,” he gave you a thin smile as he placed the rum in front of you, “So, am I right t’be assumin’ you liked the attention y’got?” 

“You know I didn’t,” you shot back, snatching the cup from in front of you to bring to your lips, “I just want one night where I’m not dragged out by the end of the first hour.” 

“Be it my fault those ingrates–?” 

“No,” you groan frustratedly, “But do we have to leave the second it happens?” 

“Well, apologies for not enjoyin’ the way those boys were tryin’ to take what’s mine.” 

“Why d’you care, Hector? You know I be yours,” you sighed again, rapping your foot on the wooden floor quietly. 

“Aye, you are, and it seems y’e need a reminder of it,” he rumbled, taking your chin between his fingers, forcing your eyes to meet his. You met his icy gaze, resisting a shudder at how intensely he inspected your features, as if trying to commit them to memory. He thumbed gently at your bottom lip, almost tender in the way it traced over every curve and dip. His gaze trailed over your features, his own softening slightly, only enough for you to notice how his brows unfurrowed the tiniest bit, how his nigh permanent scowl seemed to quirk up into something almost affectionate. 

You swallowed hard, heat blooming in your cheeks at how vulnerable you felt under his eyes. When you tried to glance away, feeling embarrassed at the attention, you only heard him tut quietly, similar to a sound he makes when scolding Jack. 

“Shy?” he asked, the corner of his lip raising to reveal a crooked smirk.

“...Nay. Hard to concentrate when y’er looking at me like that,” you mumbled, scrunching your nose in defiance at his taunt. 

He hummed in response, using his grip on your chin to turn your eyes back to him, “An’ how else should I be lookin’ at y’e?”

The question made you falter, combing through your mind for any sort of smart retort. It seemed you took a moment too long, for you heard Barbossa’s chuckle as his thumb climbed up your lip and prodded at the seam. Obediently, you allowed his thumb into your mouth, dropping your jaw agape. 

“Cat got y’er tongue, lass?” he continued, emphasizing his words by pressing the pad of his thumb down on your tongue with an amused chuckle. You closed your lips around his thumb, nipping the flesh playfully. 

Barbossa’s eyebrow cocked, slipping his thumb out of your mouth with a scowl (one that you knew was teasing from the softened curves of his expression) before rolling his eyes, “Charmin’. No wonder I’ve competition for y’er affections.”

“Aye, I’m a catch,” you grinned up at him, placing your rum aside as he drew closer. 

“Aye, and y’er mine,” he growled out, eyes crinkling as he grinned crookedly down at you. 

You couldn’t stop the shudder that ripped through you even if you’d tried, swallowing hard at the sudden warmth pooling in your abdomen. Fuck, sure he’d said similar before, but never this direct. He seemed to notice your sudden flustering, for he chuckled before tugging you up out of the chair. 

“Ah, hit a nerve, love?” he nearly purred, his free arm snaking around your waist. 

“...Nay,” you lied, feigning nonchalance. You could practically feel your clit swelling, each throb making your mind fuzzier. His hand squeezed your hip before tugging you closer, pressing your hips flush to his. You were just barely able to suppress the gasp that threatened to slip from your lips. 

“Ah, so if I were to…” he released your chin, instead sliding his hand down the side of your torso, tracing each curve before halting just above the waistband of your pants. 

“Go ahead,” you breathed out, swallowing hard. You could feel the lips of your cunt already sticking to your underwear, clinging to the fabric as his hand dipped beneath your bottoms. 

You shivered as the pads of his fingers traced over your folds over the underwear, tutting teasingly, “Y’wouldn’t happen to be lying, would y’e?” he murmured, pressing a finger down on your clit, just weighted enough to make you gasp. 

Encouraged by your response, he let his finger circle your clit through your underwear, applying the slightest bit more pressure. Your knees weakened at the sudden pleasure, clasping onto his sleeve to keep steady. “U-unfair, Hector–”

He cut your complaint off with a laugh, crowding closer to you to guide you back to the bed, “Unfair that I know y’er body better than those slobberin’ mutts?” 

“Aye,” you pouted, allowing him to back you up onto the bed. 

“Best hope I be feelin’ merciful today, then,” he retorted, eyes glinting in the dim lighting as he climbed on top of you, “Though, somehow, I think that be not the case…” 

A snarky reply made home on the tip of your tongue, furrowed brows accompanying the playful scowl that curled your lips. Before you could bite back at him his hand was finally slipping underneath your underwear, calloused fingers dipping through your folds. You shuddered at the feeling, hips bucking up when his thumb joined in by pressing down on your clit. 

You gasped out a moan, leaving your cheeks feeling warmer at the sudden noise. Barbossa’s chuckling was not helping your flustered state, and neither was the way his middle finger circled your hole teasingly. You swallowed down another soft moan as the tip of his finger just barely dipped into you, swirling around as if collecting your slick. 

“What was it y’e were sayin’, lass?” he laughed breathily, sliding his finger up to swirl your wetness against your clit before pinching it lightly. He grinned as your hips twitched, a noise mixed with pain and pleasure jetting from your lips. You bit your lower lip instead of responding, knowing him well enough by now to know he would just do it again if you tried. 

You felt his hand slip out of your underwear, leaving a trail of wet as he glided up your abdomen. You watched with interest as he raised his hand to his mouth, only to gawk when he popped his middle finger into his mouth. “Y-you…” you sputtered, still reeling from the sudden rush of arousal that shot through you at the sight. Your body burned, a deep throb reminding you of how empty you felt without him in you. Gods, was it really this easy to rile you up? You would be embarrassed if he didn’t look so fucking hot doing it. 

“Better than apples,” he teased after a moment, licking his lips as if to collect any leftover fluid. He looked over your expression with obvious amusement, eyes crinkling in a silent laugh as he leaned closer to you, “Want a taste, love?” 

You found yourself nodding before you even processed his offer, body buzzing in need of any sort of relief, any sort of touch from him. Your hand found the nape of his neck, dragging him down to meet you.

His lips met yours in a passion, his tongue immediately licking the seam of your lips. You bit his lower lip teasingly, refusing his tongue entry into your mouth. You vaguely felt his hand reach up to cup your chin, keeping you in place as his other hand dipped beneath your underwear once again. This time, his finger had no problem slipping into your dripping entrance, eliciting a gasp from you. 

Barbossa used the startling to lick into your mouth, slipping his tongue against yours and exploring the familiar grooves of you. You moaned softly as he slowly added another finger, sinking them deeper at a painfully gradual pace as you squirmed beneath him. 

Your tongue tangled with his eagerly, pressing closer to him as you faintly tasted your juices on his tongue still. He seemed pleased by the reaction, for he let out a low groan and quickly sped up his fingers, curling up into that perfect spot that made your hips jerk. His mouth quickly moved from your mouth to trail down to the column of your throat, nipping at the skin before suckling harshly on the sensitive area. You tipped your head to the side, encouraging the marking as you grinded down onto his fingers. 

“Needy,” he growled against your neck before letting his thumb join below and rub circles on your sticky clit. “Still pissy we left early?” he continued, pairing it with a third finger sliding into you, spreading out to stretch your hole.

Even his fingers inside of your aching hole weren’t enough to sate the deep emptiness you felt in your core, even if you felt your orgasm coming along quite quickly because of them. Nothing compared to feeling his thick cock splitting you open, throbbing inside of you as his arms caged you in… Fuck, the thought was enough to send you to the edge as is. 

The feeling of Barbossa’s fingers sliding out of you snapped you back to attention, an irritated groan leaving your lips as you shot him a weak glare. Your cunt ached at the emptiness, walls clenching around nothing. “N-no,” you answered finally as he cocked a brow at you. 

He hummed in mock thought, using his now free hands to rumple up your shirt, rolling it easily over your head. “An’, remind me, love,” he started, voice in almost a coo as his fingers found your puffy nipples, rolling them over with his thumbs, “Why is it that we left?” 

You shuddered at the new stimulation, back arching slightly to encourage the action, “Th-there were men–”

“Cretins,” he corrected swiftly with a pinch to one of your nipples. 

“C-cretins,” you repeated, body shuddering as he crowded more into your space, spreading your legs with his knees as he knelt above you, “And you be jealous.” 

Despite the technically correct answer, his lips curled back into a scowl with a roll of his eyes, “You might want’a be rephrasin’ that, lass.”

“An’ how would I rephrase it, Cap’n?” you retorted. He scoffed before shifting closer, hooking your knees over his thighs as he leant over you. You felt his hips slot against yours, his already hardened cock rubbing deliciously against your clothed clit. 

“That I was almost plundered,” he growled, rutting his hips against yours with a low groan. His hardened cock rubbed against your clit, making you gasp as your hips instinctively moved in tandem to meet his. 

“Pl-plundered? What, am I an object?” you bit back, though the breathy tone in your voice left the edge weak. 

“What be mine was almost taken from me,” he rumbled, hips rolling perfectly against yours as his hands eagerly groped your breasts. His eyes were locked onto yours, glinting in what you could only describe as a predatory fashion. He continued breathlessly as he leant closer, “Be that not plundering?” 

Your hips jerked at the statement, eyes fluttering closed briefly as your poor pussy clenched around nothing. 

“Aye, that be what I thought,” he chuckled, interrupting your protests with another hump of his hips. 

“H-Hector,” you gasped out, shooting him a weak glare, “Stop teasin’-”

He tsked, halting the movement of his hips to give you a cocky grin, “Nay, I think there be a better way to ask, don’t you?” 

You let out an indignant groan, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. The sudden lack of friction was making your head fuzzy; you tried to grind your hips again instinctively. Barbossa’s hands were gripping your hips almost immediately, stilling any movement you hoped to make. He tilted his head, pouting teasingly down at you as if he wasn’t the one contributing to your frustration. You could feel his bulge grazing lightly against your soaked folds, crumbling any resolve you may have had to be defiant for him. 

“Yours, I’m yours, now please–”

“Y’can do better than that, lass,” his hand slid over to lightly circle your clit through your bottoms, putting just enough pressure to make you squirm underneath him, seeking more friction than the almost painfully light touches. Heat rushed through your body, throbbing deliciously and making your mind spin. 

“Need you to fuck me,” you finally gasped out, clutching onto the ruffles of his shirt as your hips strained against his hold, “I feel so empty, please, need you inside me–” 

Barbossa growled at your words, moving to grip your bottoms. He yanked them off in one go, revealing your drippy folds to his eyes. You matched his energy easily, unbuckling his belt and dragging his pants down to reveal his aching cock. You wasted no time taking it into your hand; it was heavy and hot, and as you gave it a shallow pump you swore you already saw a bead of precum dribbling out of his tip. 

It seemed Barbossa was just as eager, for within moments his cock was prodding at your pudgy clit, hips jerking to rub against it. You shuddered at the feeling, whining with a kick of your hips and eliciting another chuckle from Barbossa as he finally, finally, edged his tip into your fluttering hole. 

Your eyes rolled back as he slowly sank into you, caging you with his arms as his cock bullied its way into you, splitting you deliciously open. “I’d say y’e were thrown overboard with how wet you be,” he mumbled, a low groan underlining his words as he pressed his forehead against yours.

The comment sent a snort of laughter through you; true as it was, here he was, cock stretching you open, and he compared you to a traitor thrown overboard. “Romantic, Cap’n,” you retorted playfully, squeezing your cunt around his cock for emphasis. You caught his familiar eye roll before you squeezed, making him groan and jerk his hips. 

The sharp riposte poised on his tongue died as you squeezed around him again, forcing a low moan from his lips as his form shuddered above you. Instead of replying, he set a slow but deep pace, hips slotting against yours.

A choked moan left your lips as you felt his balls slap against the backs of your thighs, his elbows dipped on either side of your head. One of his hands reached down to pinch your clit once more, grinning at the whine you let out. You could feel his cock throbbing and twitching inside of your cunt, eager to feel you contract around him once more. 

Truly, nothing compared to how Barbossa would fuck you. His mouth circled your nipple, suckling it as his pace quickened with each clamp of your walls. You could feel your orgasm rapidly building already, mind already too hazy to care about how wanton your cries were coming out. 

It was, of course, right when you were about to tip over the edge that he halted. You let out a petulant groan, tossing your head back in frustration of being denied your pleasure again. Barbossa was merciful with your pleasure, usually, but it seemed tonight those vagrants at the bar had gotten to him. 

“Who d’you belong to, lass?” he rumbled against your collar, nipping at the heated skin, “And choose your words carefully, lest I find myself less… generous to y’er plight.” 

“Y-yours, you know that,” you gasped out, a whine underlining your tone as you felt his cock throb inside of you, “The men in the bar meant nothing, Hector. Nary do they compare to you.”

“Aye,” he growled, resuming his pace with a newfound passion, “That be true. None can make y’e cum as hard as me, isn’t that right?” 

You moaned out his name, nodding emphatically as you wrapped your arms around his neck, locking your ankles behind his back and pushing him deeper. 

“Aye, only my hands do this to y’e, my words, mine,” he moaned, pressing his forehead against the crook of your neck. You could feel as his hips began to stutter, the gasping breaths that puffed against your neck another telltale sign that he was close. 

“Fuck, aye, only you, Hector-!” your head tipped back as his thumb suddenly found your clit again, rubbing in deep circles as you toppled over the edge. You came hard, squeezing your walls around his cock to the point where you could hear an almost pained hiss come from behind his teeth. You didn’t have time to question it before he was trembling, hips stilling with a deep thrust before he finished inside of you. 

Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cum spilling deep inside of you, each jerk of his hips making sure that none went to waste. Your ankles tightened around his hips, pulling him closer, deeper as your cunt milked his cock dry. All you heard for now was the heavy breaths of you two, followed by a creaky groan as he slowly sat up, slipping his softening cock out of you. 

You shivered at the feeling, squirming a bit underneath him at the sudden emptiness. He chuckled, hands resting on your thighs before one traveled down to slide through your folds. The overstimulation made you whine, though it quickly turned into a gasp as he pushed a finger back inside of your still fluttering hole, grinning down at you. 

“Waste not,” he drawled before chuckling, eyeing the way your combined fluids molded around his finger. 

“Tryin’ to knock me up, Captain?” you teased breathlessly as he climbed over you to rest beside you. 

“And if I am?” he rumbled, tossing an arm over your middle and dragging you against his side, “A swollen belly will keep filthy dogs away from y’e.”

“...You want to raise a babe on the seas?” you retorted with a raise of your brow, grinning. You couldn’t deny the flutter your heart gave at the thought of being, well, domestic with him, though your lives were far too hectic for that. 

“...Aye, y’have a point,” he grumbled, pressing his nose into the side of your head, “I’ll just have y’e on my lap at all times, then. No mistakin’ there.” 

You huffed out a laugh, already feeling your head drift off into a comfortable sleep, turning over to press your nose against his collar, “...Aye, more than fine by me.” 

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"Mornings Apart" [Korekiyo Shinguji x Fem!Reader]

**Commission for @jesseapples !**

Summary: Korekiyo has been off in the field researching for the past few weeks. You two make it a habit to call frequently, but it's hard not to miss each other more... intimately, as well.

Warning(s): none really?? mutual "mowing the grass", phone s/x, dirty talk

A/N: Hope you enjoy!! I've missed writing my fav v3 lad lol

Word count: ~1.9k

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The sharp, familiar chime of your phone rang out from its place on your bed. You quickly abandoned your night routine, rushing out of the bathroom and towards the ringing. Your cheeks were still speckled with drops of water from the shower, eyelashes clumped together and glimmering in the dim lighting of your room. You were, thankfully, already dressed, though the cold droplets still ran down your neck and soaked into the neck of the fabric. 

“Shit, shit–!” you cursed softly as you nearly tripped over a stray shoe, whirling away from the hazard to hastily stumble towards your bed. You hastily wiped the palms of your hands against your bottoms to dry your hands, snatching the phone from your bed. You were sure your face lit up at the familiar picture of Korekiyo on the screen, a swell of excitement forming in your chest. 

“Kore?” you called his name hesitantly as the camera connected, still loading. 

“Ah, there you are, dear,” his smooth voice flowed through the phone as his camera finally connected, revealing his rumpled morning hair and drooping eyelids from his recent sleep. You grinned at the sight, taking in the rarer sight of him disheveled before his voice sounded again, “Just out of the shower, I presume?” 

Just as you processed his words, another cool drop of water slipped from your cheek down your neck. You laughed a bit, running a hand through your hair as you responded, “Oh! Yeah, you caught me mid night routine.” 

“Ah, apologies, love; however, if I may, you look… divine right now,” his voice dropped easily into a low purr, his head tilting as his gaze trailed over your features appreciatively. 

The compliment sent a rush of heat through your form and you could feel warmth already filling your cheeks. You bit your lip with a chuckle, waving him off with a flustered grin, “Oh my God, stop–” 

“And miss seeing you so flustered? Never, dear,” he retorted easily. You could almost hear the smug look on his face as he watched you, trailing a hand through his hair, “Mm, speaking of…”

You paused, humming curiously as you turned your attention back to the screen. His camera had shifted slightly, the rustling of fabric muffling his microphone. He was wearing a thin pajama shirt, hair still ruffled from his sleep moments ago. You tilted your head as you heard his smooth chuckle over the receiver. 

“You see, dear, I have a bit of a… problem,” he purred, eyelids drooping invitingly as the camera tilted down slightly. You barely saw the tip of the tent in his pants before he moved the camera back up to his face with a fake gasp, eyes widened in mock embarrassment. “Oh my! I sincerely apologize, my love… your beauty entrances me, love. It’s difficult to… control myself,” his voice trailed into a lower tone, inspecting your expression as he spoke. 

Your jaw dropped open as you processed what you’d just seen, eyes widening as heat inflamed your cheeks. “Wh– K-Kore–” you sputtered, covering your face with your hands as he chuckled.

“Forgive me, dearest, truly… I simply can’t help myself when you answer looking as delectable as you do,” he sighed innocently, head tilted, “...Especially after the dream that plagued me last night.” 

You paused, fingers slipping down your cheeks to peek at the screen, “...Dream?”

The brief crinkle of his eyes showed satisfaction at you taking the bait, and he sighed innocently once more before resting his cheek on his palm. “Oh, yes. The most wonderful dream, Y/N,” he murmured, “Are you intrigued?”

You bit your lip beneath your palms, feeling your chest tighten at the glint in his eyes. A familiar heat had already started to throb in your core, making you shift slightly to ease the persistent beat. Your words caught in your throat, torn between sputtering in a flustered manner and actually answering his question. Apparently you’d taken too long, for he cleared his throat gently to grab your attention once more.

When your gaze flicked back to him, his expression (or what you could see of it) was considerably softer, eyebrows pulling up to brighten his expression, “Have I overstepped? I apologize–”

“No!” you cut him off, watching as his eyebrows twitched up in surprise before you continued, “Um– I–... tell me.” You averted your gaze briefly, chewing on the inside of your lip. 

His expression changed immediately, mask stretching with the grin hidden behind the fabric as he chuckled, “Very well, then. Mm… where to start?” He tapped his chin with his finger in mock thought, “Ah, yes… Well, my love, I believe it began when I walked into your room and you were beautifully wrapped in the deepest red silk, wound carefully around your wrists, your ankles, your gorgeous breasts...” 

You swallowed hard, heart racing as his melodic voice slowly painted a picture for you. He trailed off once he saw your expression, eyes crinkling in amusement as you encouraged him onward, “...And then?” 

“And then,” he continued, lowering the camera ever-so-slightly to allow you a glimpse at the straining tent in his pants once more, “I began to unwrap you, of course. How could I not, with the obvious care you put into my present? Though, quite unfortunately, love, the dream ended there… Such a shame, hm?” He sighed dramatically, though you saw the twitch of his smirk beneath his mask, “I was left yearning for you with no reprieve.” 

“I could help you with that,” you offered in a sudden boost of confidence, swallowing hard as you let your hands drop to your lap, “If you– if you want?” You continued after a moment, wincing at the slight quiver in your voice, heart pounding in your ears. 

“Oh, love,” he cooed, expression lighting up, “You truly are too sweet to me. Yes, I would adore your help.” 

You paused briefly, considering your next move before shifting the camera back, letting him see your full criss-crossed form, settled comfortably on the bed. You took a deep breath, calming your racing heart before carefully unfolding your legs, placing the bottoms of your feet flat on the bed as you leaned back onto your palms. 

Though embarrassment flooded your body from the exposing pose (even if you were already dressed, albeit in pajamas), any nerves left in your body left the second you heard Korekiyo sigh softly, shifting his own camera back to reveal his arousal for you. 

You watched as he carefully rubbed his bulge over his pants, his eyes raking appreciatively over your body before he murmured, “There you are. Breathtaking, as always.” 

You wasted no time in slipping your own hand down your torso, fingers wiggling under the hem of your pajama bottoms. He watched with keen interest, palm momentarily pausing as you let out a shaky breath. The pads of your fingers found your clit easily, working it slowly and gently, imagining Korekiyo’s nimble fingers. 

“J-just how you would,” you breathed, eyes fluttering as your hips bucked into your hand, moving teasingly slow. You heard a low moan from Korekiyo, and when you opened your eyes his hand had snaked beneath his bottoms. You saw his fist move beneath the fabric, slow and languid, though the way his breath was hitching told you he was much more excited than he let on. 

“Just like me, hm?” he repeated breathlessly, “Speed up for me then, won’t you?” 

A moan escaped your lips as you acquiesced, now starting to rub circles over your sensitive nub. You watched his head tip back at the noise, a low sigh mixed with a groan emitting from the speaker as his hips twitched. “Mm, there it is, keep going, love,” he nearly whispered, panting lightly, “Oh, you haven’t the slightest idea how much I missed you.” 

“Tell me,” you encouraged him breathily, allowing your hips to grind against your fingers when his gaze met yours, “T-tell me, please.” 

“I’ve missed your moans, your pleas,” he continued, the movement hidden under his bottoms hastening, “The-...” he cut himself off with a soft gasp as, you assumed, his thumb rubbed over the head of his cock, “The way you squirm underneath me, how debauched you look after I make you cum on my fingers… Oh, love, do you have any idea how gorgeous you look when you cum?” 

A choked whimper forced its way out of your lips, hips bucking as another wave of heat flushed through your body. “Kore–” you began, but he cut you off with a soft, breathy chuckle. 

“You look divine,” he continued, the skin just above his mask beginning to flush as he grew closer to his own orgasm, “Watching your mind blank the moment you tip over that edge, your body writhing, how your walls tighten around my cock so deliciously–” 

You felt yourself growing closer to the edge, thighs trembling as your fingers rubbed fervently over your swollen clit. Your eyes were trained on the way his fist worked under his pants; the way his eyes fluttered with each stroke let you know he was just as close as you were. 

“I’m… close,” he moaned softly, eyes locking with yours, “You are too, aren’t you?” 

You felt the familiar tightening in your abdomen at his words, biting your lip harshly as you whined, quickening your pace on your clit. “That’s it, relax, love. You’re so close,” he encouraged you, leaning forward to see you more clearly as he pumped himself fervently. 

You came with a cry of his name, back snapped into an arch as pleasure flooded through your body, wave after wave drowning you in a haze. You watched Korekiyo’s eyes roll back, his form stiffening visibly before a low moan escaped him. His hips bucked into his hand, stilling momentarily before pumping once more as he came alongside you. 

You shuddered as you came down from your high, hips still weakly grinding against your fingers in an attempt to prolong the ebbing pleasure. You watched Korekiyo’s body slacken on the screen, relaxing back into his bed with a heavy sigh. Chests heaving, it was silent for a few moments as you both recovered from the daze. 

“...I miss you,” you murmured after a moment, slipping your hand out of your bottoms with a weak smile sent his way. 

His expression softened immediately, an adoring sigh leaving his masked lips as he shifted closer to the screen, “And I, you. In two weeks we’ll be reunited, my love, I promise.” You hummed in response, murmuring a soft “yeah” before he spoke again, “I love you, dear.” 

A smile stretched across your face immediately and you chewed on the inside of your cheek, “I love you too, Kore.” 

“I assume you’d like me to stay on call while you fall asleep?” he asked breathlessly, sliding his hand out of his pants and shifting to grab a tissue. You nodded, sitting up and rolling off the bed with a low groan, legs sore from tensing. 

“If you don’t mind?” you asked sheepishly, rummaging in your drawer for a new pair of underwear. 

“I never do,” he promised, tossing the tissue off screen, “I’m going to shower, love. I’ll keep you on so you can hear the water running, hm?” Fabric ruffled past the microphone as he grabbed his phone, taking it with him to the bathroom. 

Climbing back into your cozy bed, you snuggled beneath your blanket, placing your phone beside you on the pillow. Your eyes began to drift shut as you listened to him hum to himself, the familiar sound of the shower starting soothing you into a comfortable sleep.

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"Training Modules" Pt II (William Afton x Fem!Reader)

**Commission for @skalter !**

Summary: One month had passed since Mr. Raglan had hired you as his secretary. Things were going well until a new client showed up, leaving you with more questions than answers.

Warning(s): William is meaner in this one, light breathplay, p in v, dirty talk, degradation, darker undertones, exhibitionism

A/N: Part two to a fic written a few weeks ago! Hope y'all enjoy hehe I loved making this part a wee bit darker :3

Word count: ~6.7k

Part I, part II (here!)

~

You’d officially been working as Mr. Raglan’s secretary for a month counting today. You walked towards the doors with a wide smile, silently celebrating your new record. Mr. Raglan seemed to have the same idea, for when you pushed open the door he had a small cupcake set neatly upon your desk. 

“Officially one month,” he clasped his hands together, smiling warmly at you as he gestured to the cupcake, “Figured a little celebration wouldn’t hurt. I mean, this is the first job in a while you’ve had for more than a few weeks…” he trailed off teasingly, and as you playfully swatted his shoulder with a stray pen his grin grew an edge that seemed to sharpen his lips. 

You moved to shuffle past his looming form to slip into your seat; however, as soon as you’d started to inch past his front, you felt his hands grip your waist. It was a light but firm grip, one you’d become familiar with all too well in the past few weeks. You bit your lip as he bent over, chin perching on your shoulder as his hands guided your back flush against his chest. 

“What? I don’t even get a thank you? Took a lot of effort to get that cupcake, y’know,” you could hear the grin on his lips as his hands slid to wrap around your waist, curling securely around you. 

“Oh, I’m sure,” you rolled your eyes playfully but leaned back against him in return, tilting your head to catch his gaze from the corner of your eyes, “Must’ve been very difficult for you to take one from the break room and set it up here. Strenuous, really.” 

His chest shook with laughter against your back, and it was with a nip to your neck that he growled, “Smartass.” 

“Very,” you grinned, tipping your head back to rest on his shoulder, “Also, if anything I should be getting a reward. Aren’t I the one being celebrated here, Mr. Raglan?” 

“Maybe,” he mumbled against the sensitive skin of your neck. His beard scratched teasingly against the crook of your neck as his lips traced over your skin. You sighed softly, letting your form melt back against his chest. The skin of your neck vibrated as he murmured, “Don’t forget who got you this job.” 

Your lips parted to respond when his hand suddenly snaked down to grip the fat of your ass, massaging it, making a surprised yelp escape your lips instead. His chest shook against your back as he laughed, breath hot against your neck. 

“What’s the matter?” he nearly purred, the pads of his fingers sliding up your side, “Cat got your tongue?” The word is emphasized by his tongue snaking out, pressing lightly against your pulse point. Your breath hitched at the warm, wet feeling that was quickly replaced with his lips. Your eyes drifted shut as he sucked on your skin only to snap open as his warm fingers suddenly prodded at your lips, slipping inside. 

His fingers pressed down on your tongue lightly, crawling down the muscle as he bit down on your neck. Your jaw fell open obediently, tongue swirling around his fingers  and lathering them with your saliva. He chuckled, dragging them out of your mouth, “Good girl, didn’t even need to ask for you to wet my fingers. That needy for something in your mouth?” 

“M-maybe,” you breathed out, eyes drifting back shut as his hand snaked down your front, slipping easily into the hem of your bottoms. Just as the pad of his finger skimmed against your, embarrassingly throbbing, clit, he was pulling back. You let out an indignant huff, tilting your head back to catch his gaze. There was a teasing grin on his face as he retreated, backing up towards his office with a raise of his eyebrows. “Tease,” you rolled your eyes playfully before starting after him. 

“Brat,” he retorted easily, back pushing open his office door as he beckoned you. You couldn’t stop the eager grin that spread across your face, wasting no time in following him into the smaller room. When you entered he was already slipping behind his desk, settling into the familiar space and patting his thigh enticingly. 

“Wanna ride Mr. Raglan’s thigh, sweetheart?” he nearly purred, eyes glinting in the dim lighting as you drew closer. You bit your lip, heat flushing your body as you padded towards him, swinging your hips a bit more deliberately than usual. You watched his eyes as they tracked your form, raking over your body when you rounded his desk. 

His hands reached out for you, fingers curled around your waist to guide you onto his thigh. Just as you’d settled in, there was a polite knock on his door, making you flinch. Mr. Raglan seemed to delight in your startlement, grin growing as he gripped your waist a bit firmer. “Yes?” he called out casually, bouncing his leg up. His firm thigh caught your clit as he moved you to grind down on him.

“Hey, Steve, I just clocked in and one of your clients is here. I think his name is Mike? Walk-in,” the voice called through the door, “I think Y/N’s in the bathroom or something.” Mr. Raglan bounced his thigh again, making you clamp a hand over your mouth as your hips moved instinctively against him. 

“Would you mind sending him in?” Mr. Raglan called out, grinning mischievously at you, “I can take him now.” Your eyes widened at his words, glancing over your shoulder at the door before you looked back at him. He cooed at your panic, laughing quietly, “Oh, don’t worry. You know the drill, don’t you? Under my desk, and if you’re good, maybe I’ll reward you after.”

You were almost embarrassed at how quickly you slipped onto the floor, crawling beneath his desk just as the door clicked open. You heard shuffling as the client entered, taking a seat in front of Mr. Raglan’s desk as the client murmured a quiet “hey”. You quickly zoned out of their conversation as Mr. Raglan greeted the client, asking about his day so far and so forth. Boring. You had other things to focus on.

Like the prominent bulge in Mr. Raglan’s pants that seemed to be just begging for your attention. With a wicked smile you crawled closer, taking position between his thighs and resting your cheek on his leg, dangerously close to his straining tent. His hand snaked down to tangle his fingers in your hair immediately, not even casting a glance down at you. This was a position familiar to you both: you sucking off Mr. Raglan while he chatted with clients or coworkers. The thrill of almost being caught, of being a secretary and sucking off your boss… You licked your lips in anticipation, carefully unzipping his slacks as he spoke to his client. 

“–beat up a man in broad daylight in front of his child,” Mr. Raglan’s voice caught your attention with that one, and you couldn’t help the way your eyebrow cocked as you moved to slide his boxers down with his slacks just enough to free his length. You wasted no time in wrapping your hand around his cock, giving it a slow pump. His hand massaged your scalp as you gave a small kiss to the head of his cock.

“That was a mistake,” the client tried to explain, his voice tired, “It was a misunderstanding, I thought–” 

“Just take a look at your employment record,” Mr. Raglan cut him off, and his fingers left your scalp as you slowly took his tip into your mouth, suckling it teasingly. You heard papers shuffle and assumed he was reading through the report, passive to your antics. You sucked particularly hard, annoyed at the lack of reaction, though all you received was a twitch of his hips and a clearing of his throat. 

“Tire Zone, sales associate, two months, terminated,” his voice continued, and you’re almost impressed with how steady his voice sounded considering how far you were sliding his length down your throat, “Insubordination.” Almost being the key word; within the last month he’d grown used to your teasings and usual ploys to get him to react. 

“Media World, custodial staff, one week,” Mr. Raglan continued as you swirled your tongue around his length, appreciating the salty taste of his precum. His cock throbbed in your mouth, making you cheer internally and slip him further down. Even if you couldn’t hear a difference in his voice, every twitch or throb of his cock, how his hips would buck up slightly, all of it was recorded in your mind to make sure he’d cum hard down your throat. 

“It’s like you’re not even trying here, yet you sit before me asking for help,” Mr. Raglan continued, shuffling the folder in front of him. You hummed silently around his cock, the vibrations making his hips shift, shoving his cock deeper down your throat in appreciation. 

“I’m just trying to figure out who you are, Mr. Michael Sch…” he trailed off, making you pause your actions. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and instinctively moved to take him deeper. Before you could move much, his fingers were gripping your scalp, pushing you back and off of his length. You winced at the sudden roughness of his movements, jolting back with a frown as you felt his cock drag along your tongue.

You watched his hand fumble with his now rapidly softening length, tucking it hastily back into his slacks and zipping them up. When you glanced up at him, he was silent still, gazing ahead at, you presumed, his client. You heard him hum softly before he seemed to snap back to attention, “Coffee?” 

You furrowed your brows, confused at the sudden switch. You’d seen (heard) him interact with clients all day for the entire month, and you’d never had him shove you away like that. In fact, usually he’d pull you closer, encouraging you to take him deeper with a nudge to the back of your head. This… was new. You hadn’t seen him this frazzled before. 

“Sorry?”

“Uh, would you– would you like some–... some coffee? I made some coffee,” Mr. Raglan stuttered, making your eyebrows raise. You watched his form leave your sight and hurry to the other side of the room. Okay, this was definitely new. 

“No,” you held back a snicker at the blunt response, resisting the urge to peek out from underneath the desk to catch a glimpse of the client that left Mr. Raglan so… flustered. 

“I’m– I’m gonna be brutally honest here with you, Mike,” Mr. Raglan started again, and you shifted to sit comfortably under his desk, now intrigued by the conversation, “Given your track record, your options… are gonna be extremely limited.” 

“I’ll take anything, okay? Any– any job you got,” Mike replied. You winced at the urgency in his tone. You understood that all too well. 

“No, no, look… I– I–... I get that part, um, it’s just…” you watched his form settle back into the chair in front of you, his leg bouncing silently as he scooted forward again, “You know… It’s not that easy.” 

There was an uncomfortable silence left in the air for a long moment before you heard Mike take a deep breath, shifting in his seat, “...Yeah. Thank you.” You watched how Mr. Raglan’s leg bounced a bit quicker as Mike, you presumed, made his way to the door. You waited expectantly for the familiar sound of the door clicking open, but instead, Mr. Raglan’s voice rang out once more.

“...I have a job for you,” he said suddenly, and you tilted your head as he shifted in his seat in what almost seemed like excitement, “Come on! Sit down!” There was a brief pause before you heard Mike sigh quietly and Mr. Raglan continued, “Sit! Sit, sit, sit, sit!” 

“Okay, uh, well, what is it?” 

You wondered if he was going to offer him the same type of job you had… Okay, maybe not the exact same, but if Mr. Raglan had given you this job as a last resort…

“It’s a security gig,” Mr. Raglan continued and you tilted your head silently. A security guard here, maybe? He had mentioned people loitering.

“Full disclosure, it’s not great. Right? High turnover, that’s what we call it in the business, but you get to be your own boss! Sort of,” he continued, and you could see the way his leg bounced as he explained the job, “And you only have to worry about one thing! Keeping people out. And– and, y’know, and keep the place tidy–”

“That’s two things.” 

You barely stifled the guffaw that threatened to leave your lips, silently covering your mouth with a quiet huff from your nose. Mr. Raglan’s leg stopped bouncing, and for a moment you were worried he’d overheard your nose-laugh, but then he spoke again in thinly veiled annoyance.

“Do you want the job or not?” You barely heard Mike mumble something before Mr. Raglan questioned again: “Excuse me?”

“I can’t do nights,” Mike repeated. There was a brief silence before Mr. Raglan chuckled, and you could imagine him shaking his head in disappointment. 

“...That’s such a shame,” Mr. Raglan murmured. 

“...Yeah. Thank you,” it was silent once more as you listened to Mike grab his stuff again, making for the door. You felt your body relax, thinking you could finally leave from under the desk soon. Just as you expected to hear the door shut, once again Mr. Raglan shot up out of his seat, almost stumbling in his haste.

“Wait! Uh… In case you have a change of heart,” you heard him say, and you could only assume he was giving a business card. It was a long few moments before the door finally clicked shut, but you refused to come out until Mr. Raglan assured you it was empty. 

You heard a soft sigh followed by a chuckle as he glided back to his desk, his legs coming back into your sight once more. You gently raised a hand to place on his knee, trying not to startle him but remind him you were still there, hidden. You felt his knee jump, as if he’d forgotten you were there in the first place, before he pushed his rolling chair back to peer down at you. 

The way his eyebrows rose told you that he had forgotten you were there. Your eyebrows furrowed as you started to crawl out from under the desk, already clearing your throat to speak before he could get a chance. “My legs were starting to hurt,” you complained playfully, still scanning over his features. 

“Also, I didn’t know we needed a security guard,” you joked as you brushed off your clothes, “Why wasn’t I offered this position?”

“It’s not here,” he answered plainly, eyes almost lazily trailing over your state as you straighten yourself up. His eyes were unfocused, a distance in his voice despite the genuine way his lips quirked up. You waited for him to continue, cocking an eyebrow at the almost dreamy glaze over his features. 

“Oh, where is it, then?” you asked curiously after a moment, “I don’t think I’ve heard you talk about a security gig before.” 

That seemed to snap him out of whatever daydream he was in, for his face suddenly fell as he processed your words. His sharp gaze locked onto yours in an instant, hands folding over each other in a familiar gesture as he shifted in his seat to rise to his feet. 

Within seconds his hand was planted on your shoulder, squeezing it. The smile on his face was kind, though the way it crinkled his eyes seemed… forced in comparison to his daze only moments ago. “Ah, some run down building somewhere. Just remembered it today,” he offered you, his thumb swiping over your shoulder in a reassuring motion. 

“Like, empty?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, “What’s an empty building need security for?” You attempted to joke with him, an amused smile tugging at your lips. 

You felt his grip on your shoulder tighten slightly at your questioning, sending a shiver down your spine as he leaned in a bit towards you, as if inspecting your features. You swallowed hard, instinctively wriggling to make his grip ease up on your shoulder. When it didn’t, you felt a spark of fear light deep in your gut. 

“Mr. Raglan?” you asked after a moment, voice steady despite the way your nerves were lighting up.

This seemed to snap him out of his reverie for his grip loosened almost immediately, snaking back to his side as his smile morphed into something apologetic, eyebrows pinched upwards. “Ah, sorry,” he chuckled, raising his hands in a surrendering motion before he took a step back, clearing his throat, “Well, I have to start filling out some forms. You can head back to the front desk.” 

You blinked in surprise, gaze flicking down to his slacks in question, “...Really? What about–...?” He waved you off before you could finish, already turning you around by the shoulders and gently ushering you out. You didn’t even get to turn around before you heard the door shut, barring you out. You frowned in annoyance, considering knocking on the door and asking what the fuck that was, but ultimately you decided it must’ve just been an off day for him. 

Still, you couldn’t ignore how drastically his behavior had shifted when he’d… what was it he was doing, again? You scoured your memory of the conversation, trying to recall the exact moment you felt something change in the interaction. He was shuffling papers around, and… He’d read the client’s name? 

Your frown deepened as you considered the information. Maybe Mr. Raglan knew him? Though, Mike hadn’t seemed to know Mr. Raglan. Still, Mike was the only client that Mr. Raglan had treated so differently. Well, besides you. 

Pause.

You could practically hear the gears turning in your mind. 

There’s no way Mr. Raglan wanted to… well, if he’d treated Mike similarly to you, even going as far as finding a last minute job through personal connection somehow… You felt your eyebrows furrow at the thought. The more you thought about it, the more it seemed to be the only answer. 

Mr. Raglan wanted to fuck Mike… whatever his last name was.

~

It was hours later and you still hadn’t seen any sign of Mr. Raglan beyond sending his clients into his office. You’d catch glimpses of his form, hunched over his desk and typing furiously. You decided to not bother him for now, not wanting to risk upsetting him further when he seemed to already be in a mood.

Usually you’d stay behind after hours to wait for him, absently straightening out the front desk before he’d inevitably saunter out of his office, eyes locked onto you with a sly grin. Tonight, his office door remained closed and locked. You tried not to let it bother you, reminding yourself that it probably had nothing to do with you. 

Still, the fear that he would toss you aside for Mike was… annoyingly persistent. Even if you’d only known Mr. Raglan more intimately for about a month, you couldn’t help the twinge of affection you’d grown to feel for him. Sure, he wasn’t the best boss, and he could certainly get… sore if he was questioned a bit too much, but you couldn’t find a concrete reason to dismiss him completely.

Especially not with the way he would stalk up behind you, wrapping his lanky arms around your middle to pull you back into his form, the tent in his pants straining and pushing into your… 

“Hello?” 

You paused as you heard his muffled voice through the door, instinctively leaning in to hear more of the conversation. You were glad the lobby was empty save for a few workers still packing up for the night. 

“...Mr. “I Can’t Work Nights”,” you managed to interpret, though heavily muffled. You furrowed your brows, brain searching back to the encounter from this morning. He was talking to Mike again? You didn’t like how that made your chest squeeze. 

“Oh, it absolutely is,” his voice sounded once again, “Why? Have you had a change of heart?” You could practically feel the smugness leaking from beyond the door as you heard him chuckle. His voice was lowered when he spoke next, and you could only catch snippets. 

“...been shut down for years… owner’s bit… sentimental guy, I…” you huffed silently in frustration as you struggled to interpret the quieted voice. Even when you rolled your chair a bit closer, it seemed as if he lowered his voice that much with each roll you grew closer. 

“...So, I will catch you on the flip side,” you suddenly heard him louder, clearer, “Hopefully.” You furrowed your brows as you processed his words, brain scrambling to make sense of the context. Hopefully? He had wanted to see Mike again? 

“Vanessa, how are you?” you heard him speak again after a few moments, voice considerably lighter, “...That’s my girl. Listen, sweetheart, I have a job for you…” 

Vanessa? Who the hell was Vanessa?

“Vanessa– hey, V-... Vanessa,” his voice suddenly took on a threatening edge, making goosebumps run down your back, “Remember who you’re talking to, sweetheart. Don’t throw a tantrum…” His voice quieted once again until you were straining to hear, nudging your rolling chair even closer to the office door. 

You were practically pressed against the door trying to hear his words, comically leant over the arm of the chair, when you heard the doorknob twist. Startled, you propelled yourself from the door, kicking it shut again and using the momentum to catapult you backwards. 

You vaguely heard a noise of confusion from beyond the door as you raced backwards, a yelp escaping your lips as you felt the already shitty chair wobble underneath the imbalance. Your surroundings blurred, and you were only able to see a flash of the familiar yellow shirt peeking from behind the door before the chair toppled over. 

Your stomach dropped as your feet left the ground, a dull pain shooting through your back as you hit the floor with a thud. Groaning, you rubbed your lower back as you struggled to right yourself, eyes squeezed shut from the sudden pain shooting up your spine. 

You barely recognized the familiar chuckle of Mr. Raglan as he fully opened the door, sauntering towards you with a sly grin. His hands were placed carefully behind his back, head tilted in a mocking kindness as he neared you, eyes tracking your every movement. 

“What do we have here?” he nearly purred, eyes glinting in the dim lighting as he towered over you. You locked eyes with his, anxiety prickling your mouth as his gaze raked over your crumpled form. You smiled sheepishly as he held out a hand to you, arm outstretched invitingly to contrast the suspicious furrow of his brow. 

“I was wondering why my door was suddenly so heavy,” he continued jokingly, though there was an edge to his voice that gave you a pang of dread. You snapped out of your frozen state as he wiggled his fingers, cocking a brow as you fumbled for words. 

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Raglan, I–” you sputtered, hand shooting out to curl around his. He pulled you up with surprising ease, his other hand reaching out to help steady you as you stumbled away from the fallen chair, “I was just–... I was curious.”

“Curious?” he repeated, fingers releasing your hand only to glide up your palm, gripping your wrist lightly but firmly. His other hand weighed securely on your waist, squeezing it lightly as he leaned down towards you to continue, “Haven’t you ever heard the phrase “curiosity killed the cat”?”

Your face must have shown the anxiety bubbling in your stomach, for his eyes gleamed before he chuckled, his hand on your waist shifting to rub slow circles on your hip. His other hand, releasing your wrist, slid up your arm sensually. 

“But satisfaction brought it back,” you retorted after a moment, voice surprisingly steady for the way your heart was beating out of your chest. On one hand, the way he was nearly leering down at you made your heart race, on the other hand… Well, the way he was nearly leering down at you made your heart race.

His lip curled up, eyebrows twitching in what you could tell was annoyance (the amount of times you’d seen that twitch when you’d tease him while with a client… whew!). You felt his fingers brush against your collar, tracing over the bone with the pad of his finger before trailing along your throat. 

“Smartass,” he rumbled as he, one by one, placed each pad of his finger to rest on your throat, making sure you felt each. He squeezed gently as the last of his fingers rested on your throat, carefully slipping his palm to rest on the side of your neck.  

“And are you?” he continued after a moment, piercing eyes scanning yours. His thumb grazed over your Adam’s apple, pressing down on it lightly to see you squirm. You swallowed hard, attempting to clear your throat as the warmth of his thumb seeped into your neck. He continued, “Satisfied, I mean.” 

“I could be,” the words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, surprising you both in their bold nature. His brows raised curiously, the deep shadows haunting his face seeming to lighten as his grip on your waist loosened slightly. 

You took the opportunity to overlay his hand with yours, cupping it and pressing it more firmly against your waist. Okay, maybe you were a little fucked up, because there was no way your boss wasn’t being threatening right then, and there was also no way the heat throbbing in your core wasn’t because of it. 

“Do you want to be?” he asked, eyes searching yours intently.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, one hand coming up to rest on his thigh. 

The grin that cracked his features was immediate, his hand snaking away from your neck to grip your hip, easily lifting you up. You squeaked as he spun around, dropping you onto the top of the secretary desk and crowding into your space. You readily spread your legs for him as his calloused fingers scrabbled at the hem of your bottoms, an impatient scowl tugging on his lips. 

You were only able to take a moment to admire the change in his demeanor: his posture had slackened after the move, and though his features were still crinkled, there was a distinct softening of his expression. You briefly wondered what he thought you might’ve overheard to make him so tense before (and to explain how he sort of choked you, but, well… That wasn’t new, to say the least). 

Before you could ponder long his lips were attacking your neck, nipping at the still fresh marks from the other day. You let your head tip back, sighing softly as your hands instinctively moved to unbuckle his pants. He bit down on your shoulder as you slipped his pants just low enough to fish out his length, rubbing your palm against it. 

He let out a low growl as you did so, hips bucking before he crowded closer, nudging your pudgy clit with the head of his cock. You moaned softly as you felt his precum stick to your clit, spreading as he ground against your sensitive folds. “So fucking needy,” he hissed through a low groan, eyes flashing as the tip of his cock pressed against your tight entrance, “I mean, you’re soaked and I haven’t even touched you. You’re that desperate for it?” 

You turned your head away, cheeks warming as you avoided his gaze. You tried fruitlessly to squeeze your legs closed, but it only elicited another low laugh from him as he pushed the very tip of his cock into your fluttering hole. “Hey, didn’t say it was bad,” he continued, pulling back to watch as he gradually stretched out the rim of your hole by edging his cock in, “It’s perfect for me. Means I can fuck my little whore secretary whenever I want.” 

His words sent a thrill through you, and you couldn't help the way your walls clamped down on his cock, now half embedded in your drippy hole. “Oh, fuck, feels like you’re more than happy with that arrangement,” he mocked you, laughing as he slammed the rest of his cock into your hot entrance. 

The size of his cock still managed to surprise you; the length was always just a bit too big, too thick, stretching you open in a deliciously painful sensation that always made your mind go blank. Your mouth fell open as he immediately set a ruthless pace, arms circling your waist to keep you in place as he rabbitted his aching cock into you.

Your walls stung painfully as he stretched you open hastily, the head of his cock reaching deeper with each slap of his hips. Your hand reached back to balance yourself on the desk, wincing at the swirl of pain and pleasure flooding your body. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder. His rough fingers circled your clit as an afterthought, clumsy in execution as he focused on pounding your puffy cunt until he could cum. “Hope you’re on birth control,” he laughed in your ear as he felt you tighten around him, orgasm impending, “As soon as I feel that pussy cum around me I’m gonna fill her up.” 

You couldn’t stop the way your eyes rolled back at the comment, back arching at the throb of arousal it sent through you. You gasped out, though your hips were starting to move in sync with his, “Mr. Raglan–”

He barked out a laugh at your whines, balls slapping against your ass with every thrust as he felt your walls flutter, “I think you agree with me, my dear. You’re clenching around me like a vice– oh, yeah, you want it, huh?”

The knot that had been tightening gradually in your stomach snapped suddenly, leaving you breathless as your back arched into him, hands scrambling to find balance by gripping the edge of the desk. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through you as you felt his cock throb inside of you, a strangled groan leaving his lips. 

You whined as you felt his cock slip out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing as you came down from your high. As you plopped your cheek on the cool desk, you felt his length rut between your folds before he pulled back. A low groan left his lips as you felt his hot, sticky cum spurt onto your lower abdomen. 

“What happened to creampie-ing me?” you asked teasingly, still breathless. 

Mr. Raglan chuckled as he shifted, and soon you felt him wiping up the cum from your belly, “As tempting as you are, I’m not in the works for another kid.” 

You paused, “...Another? I didn’t know you had a kid.” You searched over your memories to see if you’d forgotten something. You felt his motions halt momentarily, fingers twitching against your still heated skin. 

Don’t throw a tantrum, his voice from his earlier call rang out in your mind and you spoke before you could think, “Vanessa?”

You heard his breath hitch, the pads of his fingers lightly resting on your stomach as he hummed, “...Where’d you hear that, Miss L/N?”

You froze, swallowing hard. There wasn’t really a way to lie out of this one, huh? “...Through your door,” you confessed, “That’s– I didn’t…”

“And what else did you hear?” he cut you off, gripping your hip. The intensity behind his eyes sent goosebumps down your spine, and you felt more vulnerable now than you did seconds ago with his cock buried inside you. 

“Nothing,” you hastily reassured him, shaking your head, “Just– like, I heard snippets of you talking to Mike and the name Vanessa and that’s it–” 

His hand brushed against your cheekbone, the knuckles of his fingers tapping lightly against your flushed cheeks. His eyes scanned over your expression, searching for any sign of deceit. The silence between you was heavy and uncomfortable, the only sound you could hear was your heart beating in your ears. 

After an agonizing few moments he seemed to find what he was searching for in your expression, for he pulled away with a kinder expression, “Good! We were talking about some pretty personal stuff, you know how it is.” You nodded as he took a few steps back, slowly slipping your bottoms back on and watching as he cracked his back. The sudden flip in his tone left you reeling, still trying to process the cold demeanor he’d given you seconds ago. “Hey, great work today,” he continued with a wide smile, “I’m gonna clock out and I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow, sound good?” 

“Bright and early,” you managed to repeat, smiling weakly at him. You nodded along with his voice as he gave you a farewell, mind unfocused.

As the door shut behind him you were left slightly shaken and beyond confused. You ran a hand over your scalp, hopping off the desk to start your cleaning of the lobby, deciding to tuck the memory away for your late night pondering. You took a few more moments to straighten your area from the… activity performed before moving to Mr. Raglan’s office to tidy anything he may have forgotten.

You idly swept your gaze over the room, grabbing a few stray pens to place back into his holder when your sights settled on a tucked away cabinet in the corner. There were papers thrown haphazardly on top as if he was in a rush, scattered and messily stacked. Compared to the meticulous ordering of everything else in the office, the messy stack of files stuck out. It helped that you’d been cleaning his office for over a month and knew what went where. And… maybe you had snooped a bit whenever he’d left before you, but who could blame you? Mr. Raglan was already so secretive, you couldn’t help your curiosity!

Curiosity killed the cat, Mr. Raglan’s voice rang out in your mind once again. Your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at the reminder, huffing silently as you padded over to the messy pile. “Curiosity killed the cat,” you mocked under your breath, voice pitching up as you straightened out the mail into a neat pile. 

You scanned over the mail absently as you straightened it to place it back in its place, only pausing as you re-read the address name. 

William Afton.

Wrong address? …No, that was definitely Mr. Raglan’s P.O. box address. With a frown you shuffled through the other papers in the pile; all of them held the same name, some obviously torn open, others folded neatly as if treasured. You carefully extricated one of the papers from a torn up letter. 

This document was a bill, and quite a hefty one as you read over the numbers. “Fredbear’s Diner?” you mumbled to yourself curiously, flipping through some of the other mail, “The one with the missing kids?” Your gaze dropped down the cabinet beneath the stack, spying one cracked open a tad more than the rest. 

With a quick glance over your shoulder, you carefully knelt to the floor, shimmying the old drawer open. The folders seem usual: clients, resumes… You swept the files aside, vying for anything that stuck out. You found newspaper clippings hidden deep within, buried within the client files and meticulously placed just out of sight. You eagerly scanned over the clippings. 

Fredbear’s Diner shutdown due to unexplained stench.

Five children missing, last seen at recently closed Fredbear’s Diner. 

You shuffled through the clippings only to pause as you found an interview with a picture. The picture showed Mr. Raglan posed beside a young girl. They were both smiling wide for the camera, and Mr. Raglan donned a mascot suit of sorts that tickled a memory in the back of your mind. You’d heard vaguely about the restaurant, though not nearly enough to put together… whatever it is you’d just found. Your eyes trailed down to read the excerpt.

William Afton, employee and mascot of Fredbear’s Diner, gave his comment to reporters: “It’s sad but necessary. And, hey, who knows? Maybe Fredbear’s Diner will come back some day.” Afton and his daughter, Vanessa, were staples in the diner’s environm…

You froze, re-reading the line over and over again. You were right that Vanessa was his daughter, but who the hell was William Afton? Why did he have clippings of the missing children cases? Was this the abandoned building he had sent Mike to? Your head swirled with questions, frantic to find any semblance of connection between the information you were processing. There would be no reason for Mr. Raglan to even change his name unless he didn’t want a connection to the place, and even then, why lie about it? 

“You just couldn’t let it go.”

You whirled around to see Mr. R… William, towering in the doorway of the office with a crooked grin. You felt fear prickle along your jaw, swallowing hard as you glanced between him and the files in your hand. 

“Couldn’t have just been my pretty little secretary,” he continued, sneering as he drew closer to you. The glint in his eye made you shiver, and it was that glint that finally sparked your adrenaline to kick in. 

You spied a binder a few feet away from you, propped up against a cabinet and just out of reach. Before you could overthink, you lunged for it, arms shooting out you launched. You saw William’s form rush forward from the corner of your eye, but your fingers curled around the binder just in time. 

You planted your heel firmly on the floor, using it to propel yourself around and push every ounce of momentum into your arms as you swung the binder at him. It hit the side of his face with a harsh thwack, and you take the few precious moments of his disoriented stumbling to race out the door. You sprinted towards the exit, fingers scrambling to unlock the deadbolt before bursting out of the doors. 

You glanced over your shoulder to see him stumbling after you, still clutching his cheek with a chilling glare before he started after you. Your feet pounded against the asphalt as you sprinted, forced to listen to how his rapid footsteps were growing louder despite your desperate speed. Finally nearing your car, your safe haven, your hand thrust out, fingertips brushing against the handle of your car door. Before you could curl your fingers around it, you felt a hand grip the back of your shirt, yanking backwards. 

A sharp pain shot through your collar as you stumbled backwards, tripping over your own feet as he circled around to your front and shoved you back. Your back hit the asphalt with a groan from you, sharp rocks digging into your palms. You wasted no time in trying to scramble to your feet, eyes flicking frantically for any sort of weapon to use. A hand around your throat stopped you in your tracks, pinning you to the cold ground once more. 

“You’re quick,” he panted, adjusting his glasses with a wide grin, “Shame. Y’know, I was really starting to like you, Y/N. And you just had to go sneaking around where you don’t belong.” He squeezed the hand around your throat for emphasis, causing your hands to fly up to scratch at his arm, face– anywhere. 

He was unbothered by your struggle, squeezing your throat tighter as he watched you gradually weaken, eyes gleaming. “There you go,” he cooed as your vision started to fade, lungs burning from lack of air, “I really wish you hadn’t done this, Y/N. I was having so much fun with you.”

“Dad, wait–!” you heard a muffled voice shout, vision swimming as you vaguely made out another figure running towards you before your vision went black.

[floorbe]

"Training Modules" (William Afton x Fem!Reader)

**Commission for @skalter !**

Summary: You'd been struggling to keep a job for the past few months, much to your own embarrassment... especially since you kinda have a thing for your career counselor, Mr. Raglan, who you're sure only sees you as a (rather difficult) client.

Warning(s): n/fw, cursing, slight degradation, slight praise, reader is AFAB and uses she/her, kind of cnc at one specific part but it's obvious that reader is into it, spit play, p in v, exhibitionism, dirty talk

A/N: this was so fun to write lol love my boy william steve

Word count: ~6,668

Pt I (here!), pt II

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You were fucked.

This was the second job this month that you’d been fired from. 

Okay, to be fair, it wasn’t your fault! Your manager was a hard ass! So what if your ten minute break turned into fifteen one time? It was absurd to allow workers only one ten minute break every 5 hours, especially in a fast food job. Good riddance, you thought as you threw your hat on the floor, storming out of the building. 

Tears filled your eyes as you huffed, slamming your car door as you groaned in frustration. You rubbed your eyes tiredly, resting your forehead against the steering wheel. Mr. Raglan was going to be pissed.

-

“What… is your problem?” Mr. Raglan’s voice scratched at your ears, leaving your cheeks hot as you felt his eyes scan your features, “You’ve been fired from not one, but two jobs within the past… three and a half weeks. That’s barely a week and a half at each, Miss L/N.” 

The heat that had bloomed in your cheeks easily spread to your ears at his blunt reminder, fidgeting anxiously as you watched his form from the corner of your eye. All you could muster was a nervous chuckle and an “I’m sorry” before your eyes flicked up to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes surprised you, effectively locking your gaze with his. The flames that had heated your features seconds prior vanished, a jarring chill shuddering your form in its place. 

His hands were folded neatly over one another, supporting his chin as he tilted his head to watch you. The silence seemed to suffocate the room, leaving no air for you to catch your breath. His eyes pinned you in place, leaving you frozen as if the icy blue in his eyes had somehow reached you. His eyes suddenly dropped to your leg, tracking its movement as it shook and bounced. You swore you saw a quirk of his lip, maybe even a glimmer of amusement clouded in how his eyes crinkled. 

Then, as quickly as the moment had started, it was over. Mr. Raglan took a deep breath, breaking his attention away from your form to push himself up from his chair. You watched closely as he glided towards his coffee pot, swirling it around in his hand before pouring into a small, paper cup. 

“...You’re running out of options,” he commented after a moment, his back facing you, “Losing two jobs within less than a month isn’t exactly… Well, let’s just say you won’t be getting a gold star, that’s for sure.” Now unburdened by his gaze, you took the time to scan over his form. You hadn’t gotten to see Mr. Raglan much (well, you had, but most of the time you were staring at one familiar carpet spot on the floor instead of his towering stature), and now that you had a chance, albeit a small one… 

“...Sorry,” you murmured again, almost absently as you traced how his shirt clung loosely to his back with your eyes, making him appear lankier than he probably is. The pale yellow complimented the warmer colors of the room, you noted, and with a quick glance around the room you noticed that it was almost all decorated in dim yellows and browns. 

The only splash of color in the room seemed to be the tie he sported. You had caught a glimpse of the color peeking out when he’d walked you in, and even then, you decided thoughtfully, the gritty purple seemed to disappear amongst the brighter colors. As you considered the color theory of his room, you couldn’t stop your eyes from following the curve of his lower back, lower, lower… 

“Miss. L/N?” his voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and it took you embarrassingly long to regain enough coherence to quickly jerk your head back up.

You nearly jolted in your seat as his eyes locked with yours again, and it was with a spark of embarrassment that you realized, with his head tilted back over his shoulder to catch your gaze, that he probably had seen you checking him out. One of his eyebrows raised as he caught your attention, and with the way his mouth quirked up into a sly smile, you’re now certain that he caught you checking him out. 

Before you could sputter out a response, you swore you saw his eyes rake over your form quickly… But before you could process he was already spinning around, offering you the paper cup he’d filled with hot coffee. 

“I said, coffee?” he repeated, head tilted in a warm smile as he offered. 

“Oh! Um– yes, thank you,” you gently took the cup from his hands. Your hands were trembling as you took a sip from the flimsy cup, the hot coffee almost burning your tongue. 

“I have one more job that you might be a fit for,” Mr. Raglan slipped back into his seat, steepling his fingers, “Now, I will warn you… If you lose this one, I’m not sure I’ll be able to get you another so easily. I wasn’t lying when I said your options are limited, Miss L/N.” 

You nodded, letting your eyes train onto the bland carpeting in his office in an attempt to focus on his words. “...Alright. What–... what’s the job?” you asked, praying to any god listening that it wouldn’t be another damn fast food job…

“It’s a fast food job–”

God fucking–

“-though you’ll be hopping around from station to station.”

Extra stress of learning multiple positions at once. Great. 

“Now, I know you have a history with fast food, and not a particularly good one. That being said, I have no doubt that you’ll excel here,” he smiled encouragingly at you. The way his eyes crinkled implied a warmth to his words, one that you didn’t doubt comforted many others in your position. Despite the innocuous smile, you felt a shiver rip down your spine; there was a glint in his eyes that you couldn’t define as he detailed the job. It gave you a jarring feeling that he knew something you didn’t. 

“And– and fast food is the only job available…?” 

He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, shrugging apologetically, “I’m afraid so… Trust me, Y/N-”

That was the first time he’d used your first name. 

“-I searched high and low for something else for y’a… Sorry, kid,” though his expression seemed to soften with understanding, it hadn’t met his eyes, “If you lose this job, I mean… I won’t give up on y’a, but…” he shrugged again, sighing quietly. 

“I understand,” you nodded, fidgeting with the now empty paper cup, “I- I’ll do my best, Mr. Raglan.” 

“I know you will.”

-

Fuck. Okay, now you were really screwed. 

“How fucking hard is it to run orders, Y/N?” you mumbled to yourself, throwing your barely used uniform on your bed haphazardly, “Fuck. Mr. Raglan is gonna be pissed…” you groaned frustratedly, throwing yourself face down on your bed for an angry nap. Just as you were about to drift off, your phone pinged beneath your hand, jolting you awake with another groan. You flipped it open groggily, blinking away the sleep from your eyes.

How was your first day?

You blinked in surprise. That was… new. Mr. Raglan had never texted you before. 

Hope you haven’t gotten fired yet.

You sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth, grimacing. You were hovering your thumbs over the keyboard, trying to find some way to confess that, yes, before even your first lunch break, you’d been fired. 

Kidding! Unless you did.

You decided that straight to the point would spare you both time.

I got fired. I’m sorry, Mr. Raglan, I understand if you want to refer me to another counselor.

Your leg bounced anxiously as you waited for his response. It was minutes before your phone pinged again, and you hastily flicked it open. 

That’s a shame. Tell you what, why don’t you come in sometime today? I think I may have found something more suitable for you.

Your response was typed within seconds, thumbs hastily clicking through the letters to spell your response. 

Absolutely, thank you so much, Mr. Raglan! What time works best?

Wonderful! Anytime after six works.

That was weird. You could’ve sworn he worked 9 - 5… Maybe he was working overtime? Just for you…? You felt your cheeks warm at the idea. There was no way, but… it didn’t hurt to daydream a bit. Not as long as you didn’t let it interfere with being professional with him, right? 

Your phone pinged again, and you couldn’t help the smile that quirked your lips as you read his message. 

See you soon, Y/N!

You hadn’t liked how that made your heart skip. Maybe you shouldn’t daydream if you were already getting butterflies at the thought of him. You glanced at the clock– 3pm. 

Well… you did have time to spare… maybe one wouldn’t hurt. Plus, it wasn’t like you saw him everyday… You’d have time to cool off this crush eventually!

-

You let out a deep sigh as you clicked off the car engine. You took a moment to compose yourself, rubbing your eyes tiredly with a groan. It was a miracle you’d made it even five minutes early with how you’d rushed out of the house with your car keys dangling from your teeth, too occupied to even grab a sweater for the chilly weather.

Yeah, okay, maybe letting yourself daydream wasn’t the best idea. You’d spent way too long remembering how his form had loomed over you in his office, how his arm was bent despite reaching all the way over his desk to shake your hand, fingers  curling around yours, dwarfing your palm… You bit your lip, pressing your palm flat against your own thigh. The warmth, though obviously your own, let your mind wander. 

You imagined his piercing eyes catching yours again, his hand reaching out to rest on your thigh in a silent reassurance... Maybe his face would harden when he realized your position, maybe his eyes would sharpen, boring into yours as his hand climbed higher and higher, slipping inwards… 

You shook your head, blinking the remnants of your daydream away. You stepped out of your car, the darkness of the evening surrounding you as you crossed the vacant lot. You swallowed hard, rubbing your hands together anxiously as you neared the front door. A deep, shuddering breath left you in a poor attempt to calm your racing heart before you raised your fist, rapping gently on the door. 

It was mere seconds before you heard the door click unlocked, swinging open. Mr. Raglan greeted you with a smile, looming over you once again as he leaned out to peek around the building. You caught a whiff of his cologne, deep and musky, mixed with the familiar scent of shitty, instant coffee. It took you a moment to realize he was looking at you expectantly, and you fumbled with a response to pretend you were listening. You shot for the safest option; if he’d just opened the door, a greeting? 

“Hello, Mr. Raglan! I’m good, how are you?” 

He paused, tilting his head. One of his eyebrows arched, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a sly look. “I said,” he started, making it clear he’d caught your little lie, “Are you ready for the job opportunity of a lifetime?”

You froze, mouth opening and closing as you scrambled for words. Heat prickled your cheeks, flaming hot as you watched his lips curl further into a smug smirk. “U-uh– yes, yeah!” you finally managed to choke out, hastily ducking under his arm to slip into the familiar building. 

Mr. Raglan clicked the door shut behind you, keys jingling as he locked the doors. You swallowed hard, casting a look around the empty lobby; it was odd to see the space so vacant. Suddenly there was a warm pressure on your lower back, lightly pushing to guide you forward. “So,” Mr. Raglan started, voice hoarse before he cleared his throat, “I’ve found a gig I think you might be a good fit for. Real good pay, hours, convenient location… and your boss isn’t too shabby, either.”

You let yourself be guided into his office, taking a seat in the plush chair across from his desk as he circled you. He didn’t slide behind his desk like he usually did, instead choosing to lean against the front. His body was close, and you resisted the urge to scoot back as his legs brushed against yours. “Thank you, Mr. Raglan, I- I really appreciate it,” you smiled, tipping your head up at him. 

He waved you off, hand swishing air across your face as he beamed down at you, “Aw, hey, I can’t take all the credit,” his nimble fingers curled around his keys, jingling them as he shook them in front of you, showcasing the rabbit’s foot attached to the keyring, “Maybe my little rabbit’s foot helped y’a out, too, huh?”

You chuckled along with him, watching his torso torque to place them back onto his desk. “Anyway, I’m sure you’re worried that this’ll be another fast food job you get fired from on day one,” he gave you a pointed look but seemed to preen when you nervously averted your gaze, “But… It’s not! In fact, I’d say it’s a hell of a lot better.”

“What’s the job?” you asked with a tilt of your head, embarrassment fading as your curiosity grew. 

The grin that cracked across his face sent goosebumps down your body. His back hunched as he leaned over your form, arms spreading eagerly to the side in a “ta-da” as his voice exclaimed, “My secretary!” 

Your mouth went dry. 

“I know, I know, a bit on the nose, but hey, who knows your resume better than your career counselor?”

You forced out a laugh, dipping your head to hide the way your smile hadn’t met your eyes. You were already dealing with less-than-pure thoughts of him, and that was when you saw him sparingly for updates and job searches! Seeing him almost every day? Not only just seeing him, but interacting and getting to know him?

“...I’m sensing that you’re not too excited about it, but trust me, working for me will be the best decision you make,” he grinned down at you, and you tried your best to suppress the chills that ran down your spine. You ignored how his grin sharpened ever-so-slightly, a sign that you weren’t nearly as sneaky as you’d hoped. 

“Sorry! Sorry, I am excited,” you tried to reassure him, waving your hands, “I just– I’m surprised, is all? Uh, I guess I didn’t expect the job to be…” 

“With the big, bad Mr. Raglan?” he nearly growled, eyes twinkling with amusement as he mimed clawing at you with a chuckle, “Don’t worry. I get that a lot. Tell you what… How about I let you think it over and you can get back to me?”

Despite your hesitations prior, you couldn’t turn down another job. You bit your lip, silently weighing your options. Sure, you were unbearably horny for the guy (and he sometimes gave you a chill no one else seemed to get), but you could ignore it! …Probably. 

“No, no, I accept,” you hastily reassured him, smiling politely, “Sorry, I’d love to. I was just caught off guard.” 

“Perfect!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together before reaching out a hand to you, “How’s tomorrow for a start date?”

-

Alright, maybe not all hope was lost! Thus far, your day had been remarkably (and fortunately) uneventful as a whole. Mr. Raglan had introduced you briefly to the main staff, went over dress code, common policies, and now you were stuck watching training videos about customer service. You had zoned out about an hour ago, though, mindlessly clicking through the training quizzes you’d seen too many times before. The questions were always the same basic set you always got when training at a new job, just slightly reworded to seem original to whatever company you were under. 

“Wow, you’re a really fast reader! You barely even clicked next before you answered that one!”

Mr. Raglan’s voice startled you from your thoughts and you flinched, hand jerking as if to hide the screen. You couldn’t help the distinct feeling of being caught doing something wrong, electricity sparking along your tongue as you looked back over your shoulder. 

The moment you locked eyes with his, you swore you saw his smile sharpen as his eyes trailed over your startled expression; however, when you blinked, he was looking at you with the same amused quirk of his lips as he scanned your monitor. He chuckled at your expression, placing a warm hand on your shoulder and leaning in conspiratorially, whispering, “Hey, don’t worry. I won’t tell your boss.” He winked at you, laughing again as you choked out a chuckle, still reeling from his sudden appearance.

The weight of his hand was heavy on your shoulder, warmth seeping through your shirt as you swallowed hard, forcing out another laugh to bide time fighting off how your mind kept wondering how his hand would feel trailing lower, lower–

It was only when he’d tilted his head, dipping his chin ever-so-slightly to study your expression that you realized the silence had stretched for a moment too long. “They’re all the same questions,” you spit out hastily, clearing your throat as you finally composed yourself. He only hummed curiously at your words, eyes flicking back to the screen. His eyebrows furrowed as he adjusted his glasses, chin brushing against your shoulder as he leaned closer as if to inspect the screen. 

“Um, most jobs have the same basic training questions about, like… hospitality, y’know?” you explained, trying very hard to not think about how close he was to you right now. You could even smell his cologne, for God’s sake!

“Huh,” he hummed thoughtfully after a moment, taking another long moment to study the screen before straightening up once again, towering over your seated form. He seemed to preen in the way you shrank a bit in your seat, clasping his hands together as he leaned against your desk, “Well, hey, as long as you’re not driving our clients away, I’m happy.” 

“O-oh, no, no, don’t worry, Mr. Raglan, I won’t,” you hastily reassured him. You opened your mouth to speak again, but the words died in your throat as his hand landed on your shoulder again, squeezing lightly. 

“I know you won’t. You forgot I was your career counselor, Y/N,” he reminded you with a chuckle, “After knowing you this long, I know I can trust you to be an excellent worker.” He paused, shifting his gaze away briefly before meeting yours again with a quirk of his lips, “...Though there is a training module that’s required of you that needs your full attention.”

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head as you considered what it might entail, “Okay! Um, which module is it? I could do it now.” 

His sly smirk cracked into a grin as he leaned down beside your ear once more, his hand lightly massaging your shoulder, “It’s a newer one. I think you’ll like it, Y/N. You can only access it through my computer, though.”

Okay, were you reading this energy incorrectly? That sentence had an undertone, hadn’t it? 

“Again, it’s a newer module, still in the early stages, so I’ll have to be there while you complete it to make sure it runs smoothly,” he continued casually, straightening back up, “But I think you’d be the perfect, uh… trial participant.” 

There was definitely an innuendo in there, wasn’t there? Were you going insane? 

“What do you say, Y/N?” he asked after a moment, voice lowering to a soft rumble, his eyes gleaming, “Wanna follow big, bad Mr. Raglan to his office?” 

Definitely an innuendo. Fuck. Okay. Your cheeks were on fire, a lump forming in your throat as you sputtered, trying to find something to say. He seemed to find your flustered behavior amusing, for he squeezed your shoulder with a chuckle before retreating, “I’ll let you think about it, hmm?”

“No,” the word was out of your mouth before you could process it, “U-uh, I mean– yeah, I–...” you fumbled for the right words as he tilted his head down at you. After watching you fumble for words for an embarrassingly long moment, he finally cut you off by reaching forward, the pads of his fingers barely grazing your cheekbone. You froze. 

“There you go! Knew you’d be a good girl the moment you walked in my door,” he praised in a mockingly innocent tone, smile crinkling his eyes as his thumb swiped across your cheekbone. “Had an eyelash on your cheek,” he explained quietly, and you could hear the amusement in his tone as he watched you try to recover. 

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you watched him turn towards his office, casting a look over his shoulder at you with a raised brow. You heard him snicker as you scrambled out of your seat after him. 

He swung open the door to his office, stepping to the side to let you enter first before he followed closely behind. You heard the door shut behind you, muffling the ambient noise of the rest of the building. In the new silence you could hear him turn the lock, a soft click assuring your privacy. 

“What’s the first step of the module?” you asked in a sudden bout of confidence, casting a long glance over your shoulder with, what you hoped came off as, a sultry smile. 

“I knew I liked you for a reason,” he growled. His hand rested on the small of your back, guiding you towards his desk. You momentarily thought he was going to make you sit in his chair, but before you could spin around, his hand grazed up your spine. He circled you, looming over you predatorily before tracing the pads of his fingers up your arms to rest on your shoulders. 

As he applied a gentle pressure to your shoulders, you furrowed your brows in confusion. He chuckled, eyes glinting dangerously as he drank in your expression before pressing down on your shoulders again, this time followed by a low command of, “On your knees, sweetheart. Under the desk, c’mon.”

Your eyes widened at the realization, but you couldn’t ignore the heat that flushed through your body at the way his eyes raked over your body hungrily. You made a show of licking your lips as you pretended to consider his words, humming thoughtfully. “Or what, Mr. Raglan?” you asked after a moment, batting your eyelashes teasingly up at him. 

Mr. Raglan let out a bark of laughter, eyes glinting in amusement at your rebellion, “Or what? Or… Well, you wouldn’t want to piss off your new boss, would you, Miss Y/N?” His eyes locked onto the way your teeth tugged at your bottom lip teasingly, “Don’t you want to make a good impression?”

“Oh, of course,” you assured him playfully, sinking down onto your knees with a sly grin, “I wouldn’t want to be disrespectful, Mr. Raglan.” The carpeted floors hit your knees with a soft thud, shifting backwards to settle under his desk with a mockingly sweet smile. 

“Atta girl,” he nearly growled, wasting no time in plopping down in his office chair. His legs framed either side of your vision as he scooted his chair in, boxing you underneath his desk. You bit your lip as his thighs opened wider, making no attempt to hide the growing tent in his slacks. God, you’d been fantasizing about this for months, and now… Well, damn, you weren’t going to waste any time. 

You shuffled forward, resting your cheek on his thigh and gazing up at him through your lashes. You watched his lips curl up for the umpteenth time that day, sliding a hand down to rest on his own inner thigh. He patted it enticingly, chuckling lowly, “C’mon, sweetheart, I’m not gonna wait all day for that pretty mouth of yours.” 

“I’m paid by the hour,” you reminded him teasingly, sliding your hand slowly up his pant leg and rubbing the inner seam of his thigh. You heard his breath hitch softly, and another low laugh left his lips. 

“Oh, trust me, I know. Bet you’re gonna be racking up a lot of overtime from now on, aren’t you?” his eyes tracked as your finger trailed higher, barely grazing over the obvious bulge in his pants. His hips bucked lightly, a growl of impatience slipping from his lips as you teased him. 

The rough pads of his fingers crawled up your cheek, his nails scratching lightly against your scalp as he guided your head closer to his bulge. You shuffled your cheek closer to his inner thigh, chewing on the inside of your bottom lip as you slowly slid your palm over his bulge, rubbing it. Fuck, it looked big, and you doubted he was fully hard yet. You squirmed at the thought, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. 

Just when you were about to unfasten his belt, your fingers grazing against the cool metal, there was a sudden knock on his door. You froze, eyes widening as you moved to crawl out from under his desk hastily. His grip on your scalp tightened lightly, fingernails pressing into your scalp lightly as he scooted his desk chair forward, caging you between his thighs. 

He raised a teasing finger to press against his lips, shushing you inaudibly before he straightened up. Unlocking the door, you heard him vaguely greet whoever had entered, their voices muffled to you through the thicker wood of his desk. You watched as his feet moved back into your vision, his eyes flicking down to you casually to make sure you were settled right back between his knees. He tapped his foot idly, his fingers searching blindly to cup your scalp again.

You decided to mostly tune out their conversation after hearing snippets about administration tasks and suggestions. Mr. Raglan was surprisingly composed as you carefully laid your cheek on his thigh again, the only acknowledgement of your movement being how his thumb tapped lightly on your temple. You couldn’t tell if it was a warning or encouragement, but as you watched how casually he performed, it struck you that there could have easily been another woman beneath his desk when you would have appointments with him. 

Then again, Mr. Raglan hadn’t seemed like the type to have flings… Well, he also hadn’t seemed like the type to keep you under his desk, breath ghosting over the obvious tent in his pants, as he talked casually to a coworker. How well did you really know him, anyway? The realization made you frown deeply, a surprising spark of jealousy igniting in your gut as you realized the very real possibility that you weren’t the only one. 

In a sudden burst of confidence, you slid your hand up to silently unfasten his belt, pulling it slowly out from around his waist to keep quiet. “Oh, really?” Mr. Raglan’s voice broke through your concentration, and as you peeked up at him he glanced down briefly at you, pointedly, making clear that he wasn’t just talking to his coworker. You held his gaze for as long as you could, biting your lip as you slowly unbuttoned his slacks. 

“Yeah, so remember to–” Mr. Raglan’s eyes flicked back up to his coworker as they spoke again, nodding emphatically as you unzipped his slacks. He shifted in his seat, the spinny chair squeaking as he scooted forward, tapping his foot as a warning before you scooted back. As he hid more of his body under the desk with you, you couldn’t help the wicked grin that spread across your face as you slowly, finally, pulled down the elastic of his underwear. 

His cock gradually sprang upwards, freed of its confines and practically begging for your attention. You felt his fingers grip the back of your head tighter, his cock twitching as he let his hips rut forward, a silent reminder of your “module”. You raised a hand to glide over his length, letting it rest heavy against your palm before you curled your fingers around him. 

You heard his breath hitch as you slowly started to pump his aching cock and it throbbed against your palm at the teasing pace. He tapped his finger on your temple impatiently once again, hips pushing forward silently. You bit back a grin, squeezing his length teasingly before you decided to play with him a bit more. Maybe it was petty, but if he really had had other women here, you kind of wanted to make sure he didn’t forget you any time soon. 

Well, you would be seeing him every day, but still! First impressions are everything, you contend amusedly. With that, you leaned in slowly, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth to suckle on it lightly. You held back a laugh as you heard him stifle a gasp by clearing this throat, hips bucking into your mouth at the sudden sensation. His fingers gripped your scalp and surprised you by nearly yanking you closer, pumping more of his shaft into your mouth without warning. 

You jolted, hands gripping his thighs tightly as you welcomed more of his cock into your mouth. He seemed to enjoy the submission, for his grip softened as he stroked over your cheek with his thumb briefly. You preened under the new attention, even if his eyes were still trained up on his coworker. Speaking of… What were they even talking about, again? 

The question left your mind as his hips rutted into your mouth again as your jaw relaxed. The sudden movement startled you, though his hand pushed on the back of your head at the same time, keeping you in place. You squeezed your eyes shut as his tip ended up brushing too far down your throat, and you couldn’t stop the forceful gag that followed.. 

As your throat contracted around his cock you could feel a sting in your nose, tears bubbling up in your eyes as you tried to pull back. You vaguely heard him hack loudly, likely to cover the sound of your wet gag and the pop of his cock slipping from your lips. His hand dragged down your face as you tried to suppress another cough. You caught his gaze as he shoved his fingers into your mouth, helping to muffle your noises.

“Y’okay, Steve?” you heard his coworker ask and your heart raced, shuffling further beneath the desk.

Mr. Raglan cleared his throat and you saw the forced polite smile on his lips as you bit down lightly on his fingers, muffling your breathing. “Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m alright. Think I’m catching something.”

“Ah, alright. Well, I’ll leave you be, then. Take care, Steve,” you felt your body physically deflate in relief as you listened to the coworker step back, shuffling out of the room with a soft click of the door. A brief moment passed to let the coworker walk off fully before Mr. Raglan shoved his fingers further down your throat, making you gag again. 

“Aww, was that too much?” he taunted you, pushing his lip out in faux pout before laughing darkly. His cock was still stiff against his abdomen, gleaming with his own pre-cum and your saliva, “Couldn’t even take half my cock down your throat before you were gagging on it. Made me work extra hard to make sure we didn’t get caught.” 

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, but as his fingers winded eagerly around your tongue, you sucked on them, letting saliva dribble down your chin once more. He groaned at the sight before ripping his fingers from your mouth. “Get up,” he growled, eyes flashing as you shakily rose from your knees, crawling out from under his desk. You hadn’t even fully stood up before his hands were gripping your hips, dragging you forward. You let him manhandle you, lifting you and pressing you roughly down onto his thigh. 

You barely had time to tilt your head in question before he guided your hips to drag along his thigh, your previously neglected wetness finally getting attention. You’d almost forgotten how fucking horny you were, and you wasted no time in bucking your hips down once reminded. A breathy moan left your lips as you felt your throbbing clit rub perfectly against his upper thigh.

“Look at you,” he purred, helping to keep your pace steady as his gaze hungrily raked down your form, “God, you’re so fucking needy.” He laughed, squeezing your hips as he bounced his thigh up to meet your movements, “If I were a crueler man, I’d make you cum on my thigh before I’d even touch that pretty pussy.” 

A shot of arousal flooded through you at the idea, and you couldn’t stop the whimper that left your lips at the idea, hips twitching subconsciously. He laughed at you again, letting you rut against his thigh and chase the stimulation he’d been denying you, “Oh, you like that idea? Naughty girl!” 

He drank in the sight of your trembling form once again, watching you bounce with each buck of your hips, how your mouth fell open to retort snarkily before he bounced his thigh again and made your head fog over a bit... His grin was wide and smug, enjoying how much power he obviously held over you here, on his thigh, dragging your clit across his leg as your libido gradually lowered your inhibitions. 

As you felt the knot in your abdomen start to tighten, your hips stuttered in their movement. He caught the movement immediately, lifting you off of his thigh easily and grinning wickedly at you when you whined out a “hey!”. 

“Not yet,” he growled, repositioning you on the center of his lap, reaching one hand down to pump his cock lazily. His other hand made quick work of your pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them with practiced ease before slapping your ass playfully. 

You slowly stood from your place on his lap, trembling slightly as you shucked off your bottoms, revealing your dripping folds and throbbing clit to his hungry eyes. He dragged you back into his lap, the head of his cock nudging against your clit before moving to grind his length along your puffy folds. “Aww, you’re practically dripping for me… Bet I could even fuck you without any prep, couldn’t I?” he asked you lowly, the head of his cock prodding teasingly against your entrance. 

All you could do was nod, the throbbing in your core making you too needy to care about his taunting. He chuckled darkly before sliding his hands up to grip your ass cheeks, groping them roughly as he spread your lips for his twitching cock. He nudged your folds open with the head of his cock, slowly bullying himself through your tight opening with a low groan. 

“Shit– you’re so fucking tight,” his eyes closed briefly as you worked your hips down, finally sinking down to the hilt, balls deep in your fluttering hole as you both took in the blissful feeling. “Ah, yeah, this is what you needed, huh?” he growled tauntingly as your walls tightened around him. He lifted you off his lap slightly, only to slam you back down onto his length, stretching you out deliciously as the head of his cock rubbed against the sensitive spot inside. 

“Mhm, feel that? Yeah, this is what you really needed, someone to fuck this pretty pussy until you’re dumb enough to follow orders,” he laughed as you let out a particularly loud moan, his length throbbing inside of you with each rough drag of his hips. It was hard to think straight with how he was talking to you, and it certainly didn’t help how he was currently splitting your cunt open like you’d never felt before. 

His fingers suddenly gripped your chin roughly, forcing your attention onto him as he fucked up into you, quickening his pace to watch you squirm, “Oh, fuck, you’re squeezing me already– you close? That quickly?” 

You nodded, sputtering out a weak “yeah” as you felt his hips slam against yours, one hand snaking down to roughly thumb your clit as he laughed, “Thought so. Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to work on your stamina.” You felt the knot in your abdomen tighten again, your walls throbbing with each drag of his fat cock along your sensitive walls.

“Mhm, this is the job you really needed: coming in and being fucked dumb from 9 - 5. Bet you’d even work overtime for that, wouldn’t you?” 

With a strangled moan, you felt the knot in your stomach snap, pleasure pulsing through your body as your back snapped into an arch. You couldn’t focus on anything he was saying, only how his thumb quickened its pace on your clit, how his cock throbbed and twitched inside of you. “Fuck, fuck, Mr. Raglan,” you moan, eyes rolling back as you bounced on his cock. 

“That’s it– fuck, yeah, take it, take it—” he hissed, pumping his cock one, two more times before stilling. His hands gripped your hips harshly, and you were sure they’d leave bruises the next day. He groaned as he shoved you down, pushing his cock as deep as possible. His hips grinded against yours as he came, shooting spurts of hot, sticky cum in your hole as he groaned lowly, “Fu-uck, that’s it, atta girl, take it all–”

You drooped forward as you both came down from your highs, your forehead nestled against his shoulder as you panted heavily. His cock twitched once more before it gradually softened inside of you as your walls pulsed around him. You vaguely acknowledged how his hands slid under your ass, lifting you up to let his cock slip out of you. 

He watched his cum pool into a bead and drip out of your hole with an intensity you hadn’t expected, and you couldn’t help the dull throb that returned at how enraptured he seemed. Before you could process his actions, his fingers were slipping inside of your folds, forcing a weak whimper from your mouth as his fingers sent accidental pleasure zipping through your already overstimulated body. 

You relaxed once more as they slipped back out soon after, watching with tired curiosity. He brought his fingers, now covered in both of your juices, up to your mouth. He tilted his head as he pressed his fingers against your bottom lip, as if he was studying your reaction. After a moment, you took his fingers into your mouth, too fucked out to care how embarrassing it might look. You sucked lazily on his calloused fingers, tasting your combined juices that coated the roughened skin. 

When you looked back up to catch his reaction, the grin on his face was almost sinister. He slowly dragged his fingers down your lip and traced down your jawline, resting loosely near your throat. His thumb pressed lightly against the center of your neck, making you wince as your throat contracted slightly. You hadn’t gotten a chance to question the odd gesture further before the darkened glint in his eyes was gone and he was picking you up, placing you on his desk with a surprising tenderness. 

“I’ll get you cleaned up and then you can clock out,” he smiled kindly at you, tucking himself back into his pants before giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. He circled around you, stepping out of the room before casually casting a glance over his shoulder, “Hey, you mind working overtime tomorrow?”

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**Writing Commission** Mondo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your stepfather was drinking again and you just want to escape for a while. Luckily, your boyfriend has just the thing.

Warning(s): cursing, mentions of drinking / alcoholism, reader has a drunk / emotionally abusive stepfather

Word count: ~1665

A/N: this was commissioned by anonymous! hope you enjoy, and stay safe!!

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A sharp alarm rang through the quiet room. Mondo blinked his eyes open sloppily, disoriented from the piercing ring. His hand fumbled through the sheets blindly, searching for the source of the sound. He yawned as his hand brushed against the familiar rectangle, groggily curling his fingers around it and nearly bonking it against his temple.

“Yeah?” he grumbled, eyelids drifting shut once more as he waited for the response.

“...Mondo?” the second he recognized your voice calling out through the receiver Mondo was wide awake. Your voice seemed steady, but Mondo knew better. There was the slightest shake in your voice, imperceptible to anyone else, but Mondo knew you. He knew the way your eyes lit up when you saw something you liked in the store, the way your shoulders dropped ever-so-slightly when faced with a less than suitable outcome… 

“Y/N?” he rumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “Y’alright?” 

“Um…” you paused for a moment, and Mondo could almost see the way you were fiddling anxiously as you deliberated an answer, “...Not really.”

Mondo waited in case you wanted to elaborate, but when you were silent he started shuffling out of bed, “Shitty stepdad again?”

He heard you sniffle before your voice shakily came through again, “...Yeah. He- fuck, I don’t know. He’s just– drunk again. And- and saying shit.” 

Mondo hummed into the phone, already lipping on his shoes. “I’ll come grab you,” he murmured into the phone, not unkindly, wrangling his hair into a loose bun on top of his head. 

“Y-you don’t have to–”

“I know,” he cut you off, tone softer than you’re used to, “I want to, got it? No arguments.” He was jogging out the door when he heard you huff out a laugh from the receiver. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he heard it, “That’s my girl. Be there in five, babe.” 

-

You were sitting on the curb outside your house when you heard the familiar rumble of Mondo’s motorcycle. You sniffled as he rolled up, foot jutting out to prop on the curb, halting his ride. Before you could even think about rising to your feet Mondo was hopping off his bike, striding over to you. You watched as he shucked off his coat, settling down beside you on the curb and draping his jacket over your shoulders. 

His arm automatically looped around your shoulders as you shuffled closer to him, tucking you against his side reassuringly. He absently rubbed your shoulder, a comfortable silence encompassing you as his warmth seeped into your form. His arm was heavy around your shoulders, grounding you from the dizzying spiral of thoughts in your mind. It was a few moments before his voice rumbled into your ear softly, “Wanna talk about it?”

“...He was just… drunk. Again,” you mumbled, pressing closer into his side as memories flowed through your mind, “And… yeah.” 

Mondo hummed in response, squeezing your shoulder. You caught a glimpse of his mouth curling into a scowl at your words before he spoke quietly, “I’ll kick his ass for you.” You watched as his scowl softened into an affectionate smirk as he heard you huff out a weak laugh.

He shuffled his feet, stretching his legs before climbing to his feet, “I’m guessing y’haven’t eaten?” You shook your head as he held his hand out to you, tutting playfully as he helped you up, “Figured. I’ll save the ass kicking for after we get some food in your stomach, eh?” 

-

Mondo plopped down beside you in the booth, leaving the other side empty as he tucked you back against his side. You munched on your fries absently, your head laid on his shoulder as he slurped his soda noisily. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a silent question within his eyes that you read all too well. 

You took a sip out of his soda before answering, voice quiet, “He was just… insulting me. Per usual. It’s just frustrating that I can’t even argue with him because he’s so…” you trailed off, frowning. 

“Wasted?” he finished for you, stealing one of your fries with a nudge, “A fuckin’ loser?” 

You huffed out another weak laugh, shaking your head against his shoulder, “Ugh, I dunno. I mean, he’s fine when sober? He’s quiet when he’s not drinking, I just…”

“He’s an asshole when he drinks,” he finished for you again, looking at you as your frown deepened, nodding. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled, barely audible as you picked at your fries, “And he just– rambles for so long, y’know? And he’s so drunk that he just keeps repeating the same rant and talking about how “when I was your age-”... y’know?” 

Mondo hummed quietly, hand rubbing your upper arm from where his arm draped over your shoulders. He was silent for a moment as he considered his words, absently chewing the burger he had shoved into his mouth moments prior. It was a comfortable silence as you both chewed; a reprieve from the thick tension that plagued your household.

“...He’s a fuckin’ dumbass. No offense,” he grumbled after a moment, glancing at you to check your reaction to the insult. When he saw the glimmer of a smile on your face at his words, he continued, “Dick can’t understand that it ain’t the fucking stone age, anymore. I mean, he’s already turning to dust at his age, where does he get off on being a hardass on my girl?” 

He rolled his eyes as he leaned his cheek on top of your head, huffing, “Seriously, babe, say the word and my foot will go up his ass. Hell, I’ll make my whole fucking bike go up his ass–”

Your laughter cut him off, your face pressing into the side of his chest as you tried to muffle it. You could almost feel the grin on his face from making you laugh, and he only doubled down. “Hey!” he grumbled, his crooked grin pulling at his lips despite his mock frustration at you, “Don’t laugh at me! I’m serious! I’ll fuck him up, I’ll even grab the boys–”

The thought of Mondo and his gang chasing after your stepdad made you snort. You could feel his hand lightly squeeze your shoulder, and when you looked up to meet his gaze, his expression was softer than you’d anticipated. 

His loose bun had become messier, framing his face as he looked down at you. The usual hard expression he donned was gone, replaced now with a relaxed smirk, his normally furrowed brows lifted into a soft upward arch. The sight of him made your heart flutter, pounding in your ears as you looked away with a flustered grin at being studied so carefully. 

You felt his chuckle before you heard it, his chest rumbling against your cheek as his lips pressed against the top of your scalp comfortingly. The soft kiss left your cheeks warm, a grin stretching your lips apart as you hid against his side. “Is my girl shy?” he teased (though his cheeks were quite red for him to be teasing you), brushing his lips against your temple, “You know the boys would be more than happy to kick his ass for y’a.” 

“I know,” you murmured, pulling away only to bump your shoulder against his side, his arm still wrapped securely over your shoulders, “Thanks, Mondo. He… I don’t know. He gets to me sometimes…”

“Don’t blame y’a,” he tilted his head slightly, gazing down at you, “With him yappin’ in your ear damn near every night?” He sighed softly, grazing his lips against your scalp once more, “...Hope y’a know nothing that dick says is true. You’re good enough. Always have been, always will be, got it?” 

You hummed absently, fingers subconsciously fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket that you still donned. Your stepfather’s words still echoed in your head, but Mondo’s voice was working well to drown it out for now. You shuffled closer to him, feeling your exhaustion from the night’s events finally start to ebb in. Mondo seemed to notice the change, for he stayed silent to let you rest for a moment. 

“...Could probably get Taka to join in,” he continued after a moment, eliciting a sudden snort from you. 

“As if,” you mumbled, muffled against the fabric of his shirt, “He would never come out this late.”

“He would if he got the chance to lecture,” Mondo retorted, squeezing your shoulder lightly, “Especially if he gets to tell someone off for being a dick.” Before you could respond Mondo was crumpling his napkins, tossing them lazily onto the tray before you. 

He grabbed the tray as he slid out of the booth, tossing it haphazardly on top of the stacked trays. His hand reached out to interlace your fingers as you headed back towards his bike. 

“My place?” he offered, sparing a glance over his shoulder at you with a raise of his brow, “Guessin’ you don’t wanna go back home.” 

“Yeah,” you mumbled, carefully sliding on the helmet he tossed you, “...Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he brushed off immediately, planting a quick peck to the top of the helmet before climbing onto his bike, “Told y’a before, you’re always welcome over. Don’t have’ta ask.”

You hummed in response, climbing onto the bike behind him with practiced ease. You looped your arms around his waist, resting the forehead of your helmet against his upper back. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you heard the familiar purr of his bike, the seat rumbling beneath you as the engine roared to life. 

Your grip tightened as the bike propelled forward, speeding towards Mondo’s house. The wind whipped your clothes, chilling your skin as you watched the city around you blur. The warmth of Mondo’s back seeped into your front as the world whirled around you, and for the first time that night, as you raced to Mondo’s house, your mind quieted.

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hehe hoohoo

*basically like. Y’all know those blogs who incorporate their theme into their posts by placing images imitating black lines / swirls / etc etc? Like those lol

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Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Fem!Reader **Commission**

Commission for @jesseapples ! Hope you enjoy!!

Prompt: Fuyuhiko comforts his gf who's going through a rough patch

Warnings: self h*rm (non descript but Fuyuhiko does check the wounds), anxious and depressed reader, cursing

Word count: ~1,538

A/N: I hope this helps anyone having a rough time (me included HA)!!

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Fuyuhiko could tell something was off. 

You were doing a great job pretending like everything was fine. Like you were functioning normally, like there wasn’t a crushing weight on your back that seemed to only get heavier and heavier each day… But Fuyuhiko could tell. 

He could tell from the way you sighed quietly before you rolled out of bed in the morning. From the way your breakfast started to dwindle as your motivation started leaving. He saw the way you’d stand in front of the mirror before starting (attempting) your morning routine, how you’d stare at yourself with the slightest twitch of your mouth into a scowl. 

The way, only recently, you’d shy away whenever he’d gotten too close when embracing you, or kissing you somewhere, as if you didn’t want him near (or had you thought that he didn’t want you near…?)

The most notable, Fuyuhiko thought, would have to be when you’d asked him to order your drink for you somewhere. Less of the question itself and more of how fucking defeated you looked when asking him, as if you’d failed somehow in asking for his help. 

That day he’d decided he had to say something. He’d known you well enough to let you try to work through it alone first, to see if you would come to him if needed, but… he couldn’t stand seeing the way your smile had dimmed from its usual dazzling form. 

You were in bed when he knocked gently on the door. Your skin was stinging, burning from the harm you’d inflicted just moments ago, (your relapse, your mind reminds you painfully) and you couldn’t help but hurry the blanket over your body to hide any indication of them. You didn’t want to worry Fuyuhiko, but…

You’d been in bed since this morning, since he’d left for work, weaving vines of anxiety tangling in your chest at the mere concept of getting out of bed, of being perceived by anyone. It was too much: the burning gaze of everyone judging you when you left the house, the effort needed to get ready and go out, every fucking day. 

Everyday you would wake up and roll out of bed. Everyday you’d do your deep breathing exercises, you’d do your thought deconstruction to silence your mind, everything that you’d learned to help your mind settle itself, and everyday it grew more and more exhausting. You didn’t know how much longer you could keep going like this. It was exhausting. Ears constantly listening for any, even slight indicator that something could go wrong, eyes constantly flicking to check if anyone noticed that your shopping carts wheel is loose and squeaking and it’s so loud and—

“Hey,” he was in front of you now. When had he moved in front of you? “Talk to me,” he continued softly, eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Did something happen?”

You paused, mulling it over in your mind. Had something happened? Probably. What had gotten you this bad, again…?

“Maybe something with that one friend you’ve been having problems with?”

Oh. Yeah. That’d be it. You sighed, snuggling deeper into the blanket. “...And– just… work. And everything. Nothing. I don’t know.” 

“Too much to think about?” he asked, moving to sit on the bed by your side. All you could do was nod at his question, making him hum thoughtfully. “...I haven’t seen you this bad in a while,” he murmured after a moment, and you assumed he was trying to sound nonchalant about it, but the way his eyes were scanning over your face for every little twitch told you how concerned he actually was. Guilt filled your stomach, and all you could do was avert your gaze and shy away. 

Fuyuhiko stopped you before you could, gently lifting the blanket away from your face with an amused smirk. “You can’t hide while I’m talking to you,” he tutted, teeth flashing as he briefly grinned. Before you could retort back at him, he was already nudging you over with a playful roll of his eyes, settling in beside you and throwing the blanket over both your heads. 

It was a light moment, and for a moment you found yourself free of your overworking mind, taking in how utterly silly Fuyuhiko looked hiding under the blanket with you. You watched him annoyedly swat at the way the blanket dipped in front of his face, obscuring his view, and a laugh erupted from you from how genuinely irritated he seemed. 

“Hey!” Fuyuhiko scowled, but there was a light flush on his cheeks, “Sh-shut up, don’t make me leave—” His eyes gleamed playfully despite his threat, and you could tell by his self satisfied smirk as you guffawed that your laughter was what he wanted in the first place. 

“As if you actually would,” you retorted, a mischievous smile pulling at the corner of your lips. He rolled his eyes instead of responding, scoffing at your smirk and rolling over as if to get out of bed. It was as if by instinct that your arms immediately locked around his waist, giggles slipping through your lips as you trapped him from leaving. 

He sighed loudly as you kept him from leaving, but as he rolled over you saw a flash of his smile before his hand cradled the back of your head. The retort on your lips died as he prompted your forehead to lay against his shoulder, his other arm coiled around your waist to keep you close to him. You, instead, sighed quietly, feeling your body start to melt into his hold. 

It was quiet for a few moments before he spoke again, voice soft, reserved for you, “You wanna talk about it? One issue at a time?”

You thought about it for a moment. It would be helpful to go through each problem one at a time, tackle each one and move on, but… Today, after feeling so fucking awful recently, all you wanted was to lay in his arms for a while. You shook your head against his shoulder, mumbling, “Maybe later.” 

Fuyuhiko hummed in response, rubbing patterns on your back absently, “How bad is it this time? Think you can scale it for me, sweetheart?”

You swallowed thickly, averting your gaze for a moment as you contemplated telling him. You bit your lip, chewing on it slightly. Your silence was the only answer he needed, without a word he gently guided your gaze back to his, forefinger and thumb gripping your chin. He searched your eyes, your face, his eyes flicking around your form as he tried to read you.

“...That bad?” he asked softly after a moment. You felt affection swell in your chest for how well he knew you. Even now, when you were basically non-verbal, giving him the vaguest answers known to man… he knew what you meant. What you needed. 

“May I?” he suddenly asked softly, and you gazed up at him in confusion. He pointedly tilted his chin towards where your hands were absently tugging on the fabric of your clothes, hiding the wounds inflicted earlier. You hadn’t even noticed. “You told me to look out for that a while ago,” he reminded you softly, as if reading your mind, tone just as soft, “I’m just wanna make sure they’re clean.”

You bit your lip, swallowing thickly but nodding. You tentatively raised the fabric from your skin, watching his eyes scan over the wounds attentively. His fingers gently grazed over the sensitive skin, his eyes flicking observantly towards your face to check for any wince. 

You were surprised when he nodded slightly, placing a quick kiss to the skin before allowing you to hide it again. He didn’t seem upset, but his arm around your waist tightened after you’d comfortably settled in his arms again. You didn’t speak, maintaining the comfortable silence as you felt his hand rub over your back, his lips pressed absently to the crown of your head. 

“...Sorry,” you whispered after a moment, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“Don’t be,” he replied immediately, “Happens to all of us. I’m just glad I was here.” 

“You’re not upset?” you murmured uncertainly, voice slightly muffled from how your lips rest against his skin. 

“No,” he assured you almost instantly, tapping on your shoulder to bring your head out of the crook of his neck. His eyes met yours, and you were almost surprised by how intense his gaze was, his voice low and firm, “Y/N, I will never be upset at you for something like this. I want you to come to me.” You watched as he tried valiantly to keep his gaze locked with yours, but you could see the light flush on his cheeks at being so openly vulnerable. It made a smile tug at your lips. 

You hummed in response, feeling as the tension finally started to melt from your body after weeks of stress. Your eyes drifted closed without your permission, too soothed by how his fingers massaged your scalp. Things weren’t fixed, certainly not, but you have someone on your side, and you decided that maybe that’s enough.

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Writing Commission for @jesseapples !

Thank you sm sm for your comm!! Hope you enjoy!! I had sm fun writing this lol

Prompt: Long fic, Fuyuhiko x fem!reader n/fw

Summary: You distract Fuyuhiko from his work.

Word count: ~4,237

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“I can’t right now, doll,” Fuyuhiko tilted his face slightly, eyes still trained on the document in front of him. His eyes scanned the page, lip caught in his teeth as he mumbled the words to himself. There was a light weight on his shoulder from your chin as you stood behind him, the usual indicator that he’d been too neglectful of you, “I have to make sure these documents are-”

He was cut off by you wrapping your arms around his waist from behind his chair. He paused, a hum leaving his lips as he leaned back into you slightly, “...Seriously, I need to focus-”

“Don’t care,” you mumbled into his shoulder. Your nose trailed across his shoulder to the nape of his neck, where you left scattered, light kisses against his skin. You felt him shiver, a mischievous grin spread across your face.

“Y/N…” he started, followed by a soft sigh as his head tilted back, almost instinctive, “C’mon, doll, give me a few minutes and then I can give you all the attention you want.”

“You said that hours ago,” you pointed out, hands smoothing over his rumpled dress shirt and down his chest, “I think it was about three hours ago, in fact…”

You felt him stiffen under your hands. You two had been through this scenario too many times: him working himself to death and leaving you alone in the house. He would never let you stay in the room while he worked, stating you were a “distraction”. You smiled at the memory, and as you felt his breath hitch with the particularly slow kiss against his neck, you considered that he may have been right.

“...I know, I’m sorry,” Fuyuhiko sighed. He’d gotten better at that: apologizing to you. It made your heart swell each time, the knowledge that it was you he was willing to be vulnerable with.

“How important?” you purred into his ear, your lips ghosting over the area behind it, “Scale it one to ten.”

“I-” his voice came out much rougher than his last sentence, and he futilely cleared his throat, “It’s important. I- I’m not going to scale it-”

You felt his resolve waver, his shoulders were slowly slackening. His head tipped back back, and you saw that his fingers had halted their fidgeting. “Doesn’t seem like it,” you hummed as your hands slid down his torso, your breath hot on his neck.

He seemed to suddenly snap out of his reverie, blinking owlishly as he attempted to get his focus back. A quiet sigh left his lips as he leaned away from you, his hands returned to rub at his forehead, brows furrowed, “Y/N, sweetheart, I can’t right now.”

Your smile quickly turned into a deep frown as annoyance flickered in your chest. “Fuyuhiko,” you started, a sigh tracing your voice, “You’ve been working yourself to death for weeks. Please, at least take a few minutes.”

“I can’t,” he groaned, rubbing his temples, “Seriously. This is really-”

You tuned him out, a wicked idea had formed in your mind. With a crooked grin, you reached over across his chest, hand placed on the other edge of his desk. He paused, and you assumed his eyebrow raised as he watched your movement (it was an all too familiar expression, one he’d always give you when he saw right through your little act). In one quick motion, you had thrown your hand across the desk, effectively swiping all of his documents off of his desk and onto the floor. There was a clatter as paper flew and pens hit the floor. Fuyuhiko stiffened under your form, his expression unreadable as he processed what you’d done.

“...Oops,” your smile had spread into a wicked grin, “My bad.”

It was silent for a moment, and a seed of anxiety rooted in your gut. Had you gone too far? Messed with him at the wrong time? You bit your lip, but just as you were about to open your mouth to apologize, he shifted in his seat. His chair swiveled towards you, expression calm and composed.

“You need my attention that badly?” he asked quietly, an edge to his voice that sent a shiver down your spine, “Enough to come in and fuck up my work?”

“F-Fuyuhiko, I-”

“Knees,” he cut you off, voice soft, and you noticed how his eyes raked over you, hungry.

“Knees?” you repeated, voice soft and unsure.

“Get on your knees, doll,” he repeated. He nodded his head towards the floor, motioning for you to kneel.

A heat spread to your cheeks, but you did as he asked. His eyes tracked you intensely as your knees hit the floor. You averted your gaze at how heated his eyes were, trapping your lip in between your teeth.

Almost as soon as your eyes had averted from his, you felt a hand on your chin. Fuyuhiko’s fingers had gently grasped your chin, guiding you to meet his gaze again. When you did, his eyes were much softer than they were a moment ago. His frame was leaned over close to you, and he spoke quietly, “Hey. Look at me.” Your eyes met his, and he was silent for a moment before he asked softly, “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

You nodded. It was all you could manage as you felt a familiar throb between your legs.

“I need a verbal response, sweetheart,” he reminded you, not unkindly, “Tell me our safeword.”

“I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” you whispered, “Safeword is pineapple.”

“Good,” he murmured, his thumb gently stroking over your chin, “Good girl.”

Your eyes widened, and you let out a noise of surprise before you could stop yourself. Another wave of heat shot directly down into your core. Your thighs moved to squeeze together almost instinctively. You saw Fuyuhiko smirk, and the gentle throb inside of you only strengthened at how he looked almost predatory, as if he’d found your weakness.

“Yeah?” he whispered, his face leaning in closer to yours, “You like being my good girl, don’t you, Y/N?” You took too long to process his words, too focused on how close he was, how intense his eyes looked…

Your head jolted in a nod, and it’s with a broadening of Fuyuhiko’s smirk that you realized he was nodding your head for you. “Then why…” he started, leaning in so your noses brushed together, “...Are you being a brat right now?”

“You weren’t paying enough attention to me,” you finally managed to choke out, but your voice was barely more than a whisper. Fuyuhiko hummed, leaning back into his chair and letting your chin drop from his hand. He was silent for a moment, his eyes trained on your face as you squirmed beneath him.

“I have an idea,” he finally offered, a sly grin spread across his face, “Something to keep you busy while I’m working.”

“What is it?” the wood beneath you was starting to make your knees ache, but you wouldn’t dream of getting up right now.

“Why don’t you use that pretty mouth of yours and keep me warm for a bit, sweetheart?” he nearly purred; his legs were slowly spreading open, an invitation as clear as any.

You were more than happy to oblige. You crawled closer to him, settling your cheek against his thigh as your hand traced up his other leg. You heard his breath hitch, making you grin mischievously at him as your eyes tracked the slow pitching tent in his slacks.

“No teasing,” he nearly growled, “You don’t get to tease, sugar.” Despite his firm tone, one of his hands trailed up your cheek to curl in your hair. His fingers threaded through it gently, tracing over your scalp in a loving manner. It sent shivers down your spine.

You were so focused on how nice his fingers felt lightly massaging your scalp that you hadn’t noticed how his other hand skillfully unzipped his slacks. His hand dipped into the waistband of his bottoms, letting his cock spring out in front of your eyes. Your eyes widened at the sudden appearance, but you quickly inched your face closer to his length. Your breath ghosted over his cock, a burst of excitement pulsed through you at the subtle twitch of his hips.

You’d been waiting for this for weeks. Countless nights spent alone, touching yourself in a way that could never compare to his deft fingers, how his aching cock always filled you up so fucking good…

You wasted no time in taking the tip of his cock into your mouth, suckling gently on the sensitive head. You heard Fuyuhiko let out a low groan, his head tipped back against his desk chair. You kept your eyes trained on him as you sunk your head down his length, your tongue tracing along each vein that you felt. His gaze was intense, pinning you in place as you inched him into your mouth.

“Fuck, sugar, there you fuckin’ go,” he breathed out, his fingers gently massaging your scalp as encouragement, “Always look so fuckin’ pretty sucking on my cock like this…”

His eyes fluttered closed as you hummed around his length, vibrations being sent down his cock. His hips bucked up slightly as his breath grew shaky. You mentally celebrated at the sight, celebration soon interrupted by how his hands traced down your face to cup your cheeks.

He experimentally bucked his hips up into your mouth again, his eyes searching for any hesitation. When you bobbed your head encouragingly for him, he let out a low groan and his hips thrusted up into your mouth once again. His head tipped back once more, hands holding your face in place as he fucked your mouth, letting out breathy moans.

“Shit, doll, your mouth feels so fuckin’ good, always does,” he panted out, face flushed red as his hips rolled up to push his cock further down your throat. You welcomed the intrusion, feeling the way the head of his cock dragged along the back of your throat as you clutched at his pants, letting him use you.

One of your hands snaked down, an attempt to relieve a bit of your own need, but almost as soon as your finger brushed against your clit Fuyuhiko tapped your cheek gently to grab your attention.

“Hey,” he breathed out firmly, hips halting, “Not yet. Don’t touch yourself yet.”

You reluctantly pulled your hand away, whining around his cock. You gazed up at him with pleading eyes; the throb in your cunt had become almost unbearable, your hips twitching. Fuyuhiko chuckled from above you, slowly guiding your head to slide off of his cock. You let out a petulant whine as you let his cock leave your mouth with a wet pop. Your breathing was labored, eyes glazed over as spittle dripped down from the corner of your lips.

Fuyuhiko bit back a moan at the sight, his hands gently stroking your cheeks as he made sure you kept your gaze locked onto his. His thumb traced along your bottom lip, wiping away the saliva that leaked from the corner of your lips. In a quick movement, you took his thumb into your mouth, tongue wrapped around his finger and sucking on it lightly.

Fuyuhiko’s eyes widened, but he kept his thumb in your mouth, letting it swirl around your tongue with a strained groan. You saw his eyes darken for only a moment, and in a flash he’d wrapped you up in his arms, nearly hauling you up and onto his desk.

“Tease,” he hissed, one hand traveling down your torso to cup your inner thigh, “You love getting under my skin, don’t you?”

Your mouth opened to shoot back a retort, but before you could even get the first word out his fingers had suddenly dipped below the waistline of your bottoms, stroking up your soaked underwear to press lightly on your clit. Your words turned into a broken whine, of his name, and you saw him grin wickedly before his mouth was on your neck.

Within moments you were laid back onto his desk, head tilted back and legs spread for him. “What’s all this, princess?” he teased, lips against your neck as his fingers swiped over your clit again, feeling just how soaked you were, “Is all of that is just for me?”

You nodded with a grin, hips bucking up into his fingers as he chuckled against your neck. He mouthed against your neck, pressing sloppy and slow kisses against you before nipping at the sensitive skin. Your jaw dropped agape at the sudden stimulation, and in an instant he’d pulled back and pressed his fingers lightly against your bottom lip.

“Suck,” he murmured, “Make ‘em real wet for me, sugar.”

You eagerly complied, taking his fingers into your mouth and lapping them with your tongue. He groaned lowly at the sight, swirling his fingers in your mouth and pushing them a bit deeper down your throat. “There you go, good fuckin’ girl, so damn good for me,” he murmured, eyes trained on how your tongue swirled around his fingers. You couldn’t stop the moan that left your lips at the praise, slurping messily around his fingers to coat them thoroughly.

He slowly slid them out of your wet mouth, saliva trailing from your tongue and connecting to his fingers before it dripped off, sticking to your chin. His mouth was on yours before you could feel disappointed at the empty feeling he had left in your mouth, eagerly moving his lips against yours.

You let out a broken whine into his mouth as his fingers pushed past your underwear, running down your slit and circling teasingly around your opening. His hand pinned your hips down as they tried to buck up into his fingers, willing them to sink into your entrance.

“Be good for me,” he purred as the tips of his fingers barely dipped past your entrance, “And I may reward you after.” You struggled to keep your hips planted down, the occasional twitch working against you as he teasingly pushed his fingers achingly slow inside of you.

Your eyes fluttered, chest heaving as you felt the throb in your cunt grow hotter with each inch he pushed into you. When you opened your eyes to gaze up at him pleadingly, you found him already staring down at you with wide, hungry eyes.

“F-Fuyuhiko,” you breathed out, feeling as his fingers begun to curl up inside you, “Please, I-”

“You what?” he nearly purred, leaning down to press a teasingly soft kiss to your cheek, “I can’t hear you, sugar.”

“I want you,” you finally managed to choke out as his fingers fully sank into your core, brushing ever-so-slightly against your g-spot, “Oh, fuck, please, I need-”

“Need what?” Fuyuhiko grinned wickedly, thrusting his fingers up into you and curling them up. His grin only widened as you let out a cry. Your back attempted to arch as his fingers kept a steady, torturously slow pace, “Talk to me, Y/N. I don’t know what you need.”

Your hands clutched at his dress shirt as you slowly climbed to the edge of an orgasm, squirming underneath him. Your head was getting hazy, too focused on how good his fingers felt, how close you kept getting before he’d slow down…

“Please-” you gasped out, back arched in a futile attempt to bring yourself closer to the orgasm that’s taken over your thoughts, “Please, l-let me cum, lemme cum, please, ‘m so close-!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Fuyuhiko was dragging his fingers out of your twitching hole. His grin was absolutely wicked as he watched his fingers slide out of you; your walls seemed to try to suck his fingers back in, tightening around them as you whined out a broken “no”.

“Not yet,” he tutted, bringing his fingers up to your lips once again, gently tapping against your lip and letting you take them into your mouth, “You cum when I let you, yeah?”

You nodded around his fingers, swirling your tongue to collect your own juices, mind too foggy with your now ruined orgasm to do much else. Fuyuhiko seemed to enjoy the view of you tasting yourself off his fingers if his cock twitching against your thigh had anything to say about it. He bit his lip, eyes trailing down your flushed form as if it were the last time he’d ever see you.

“Think you’re ready to take me?” he asked, and despite the edge to his voice, his grip was gentle when he spread your thighs further for him to slot his hips between. He let his fingers slide out of your mouth, trailing down to rest on your collar as he watched you carefully.

You nodded eagerly, “Y-yes, I can, I promise, ‘ve been so good for you, right-?”

“Have you?” he teased, “I seem to remember a certain little brat swiping my documents off my desk, landing her in this situation.”

“You love it,” you countered with a grin, “If you didn’t, I wouldn’t be pinned to this desk with you about to fu-” Your snark was interrupted when the head of his cock pressed against your clit.

“What were you saying, doll?” he chuckled as his hips rolled to grind the head of his cock along your slit. His length rubbed perfectly against your entrance before it slipped past, nudging against your clit again.

“T-tease,” you groaned, tipping your head back to rest on the desk behind you, exposing your neck to him. You felt the tip of his cock slow to rest against your entrance, pushing slightly in. His hand not occupied by holding your hips trailed to your neck, gently wrapping around your throat as he inched his aching cock into you.

“F-fuck, Y/N,” he groaned as his eyes roll back, “Always so fucking tight for me, my perfect girl, good fucking girl…”

You moaned breathily as he slowly stretched you, his hand around your throat reminding you not of a threat, but a stable force, that he was in control and he was taking care of you. His cock pulsed inside of you and you tighten around him at the feeling, causing broken moans to leave both of your mouths.

“Shit- so fucking tight and hot for me, baby,” he moaned as his cock dragged along your inner walls, slowly filling you up, “Fuck, there you go, you got it. You can take me, I know you can, my good girl…”

Your eyes rolled back when he finally bottomed out inside of you as the tip of his cock rubbed deliciously deep. His hand left your neck to trail down and grasp at your other hip as he stilled, letting you adjust to him. He watched you carefully as you panted heavily, squirming below him as you felt his cock twitch and throb inside of you.

“Good?” he questioned softly, “Need more time?”

You shook your head in response as you squirmed a bit, “I-I’m ready. You can move.” The words came out breathy, needy as your eyes caught his, “I’m okay. P-please, move.”

Fuyuhiko needed no more encouragement. He dragged his cock out of you, watching how your pussy wrapped around his head as he placed the tip around your fluttering hole. In one thrust his cock filled you again, his hips stuttering at how your walls clamped around him.

“H-hah- fuck, I missed this,” he groaned, and his words made your walls twitch around him once again. He slowly pulled his cock out, eyes fixed on where you both were connected. “Look at that,” he breathed, taking your chin in his fingers and guiding your gaze to where his cock slid in and out of you, achingly slow, “Your cunt is sucking me in, sweetheart. You needed me that bad, huh? So needy.”

Your hands scrambled to grip his shoulders as he suddenly picked up the pace. A cry left your lips at the sudden intensifying feeling and your hands grasped at anything they could. It wasn’t long before tears sprang to your eyes, gasps and moans of encouragement babbled out of your mouth as you lost yourself in how his cock filled you up, how deliciously he stretched your hole, how he hit every spot you loved.

You hardly realized how his hand came up to grasp your wrists and pinned them above your head as his pace quickened. “That’s it, take it, so fucking good for me, so tight, so hot-” he moaned, his other hand grasped at your hip as his form leaned in close. His body was pressed flush against yours, his mouth latched onto your neck and cheek as he fucked into you fervently.

You were already so sensitive from how he had edged you earlier that it took no time to grow close to that edge once again. Your walls tightened around him once again, your moans pitching up and body squirming in a way he knew all too well.

“You close already?” Fuyuhiko teased you, but it seemed he was in no better situation with how his hips stuttered and stalled with each flutter of your walls, “Ah, shit- I can f-feel you tightening around me, you gonna cum for me?”

You nodded eagerly, broken whines and whimpers were the only noises you were able to make as you teetered on the edge of one of the most intense orgasms he’d given you yet. You felt your legs weaken, your mind fogging over as his cock throbbed inside of you, his breath was hot against your ear. You vaguely recognized how his hand released your wrists, and immediately took the chance to sling around his neck to bring him as close as possible.

“C’mon, baby,” he grunted into your ear, an almost as his thrusts grew deeper, “Fuck, fuck- oh, you’re so close, sweetheart. Cum, let me feel how good you feel-“

Your eyes shot open as you felt his thumb circle your clit, still pounding into you, and without a second to prepare your orgasm hit you. Your back arched with a silent scream as he pushed his hips flush against yours, burying his cock as deep in your cunt as possible as you spasmed around him. You swore you astral projected for a moment as he slowly circled your clit, his own thrusts becoming stuttered and uneven as he neared his own climax.

You were only able to let out a whimper as his cock pulsed inside of you, and you vaguely saw his mouth form words. You couldn’t comprehend them, too focused on how his cock throbbed inside of your still sensitive walls, and it’s only when you felt his cum spill inside of you that you realized what he was likely warning you of. You almost instinctively locked your legs around his hips, forcing a groan from his lips as he pressed his body flush against yours, letting your still fluttering walls milk him.

It took a few moments to come back down to reality as your head still swam from how intense your orgasm was, and you felt Fuyuhiko nearly collapse on top of you as he came down from his high. You both laid there, attempting to catch your breaths before he rolled off of you and laid to your side.

“You okay?” he asked softly as his hand reached up to cup your cheek. It was a rare moment of intimacy with him, to allow you to see just how deeply he cared for you, to let down his barriers. You leaned into his hand, nodding with heavy breaths.

“‘M okay, you okay?” you breathed out. You joined him as he chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours as he nodded. It was another long moment before Fuyuhiko pulled away, but not before he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

“I’ll grab you some water,” he mumbled as he steadied himself on his feet, twisting his back, “And then I’ll run us a bath to clean up, okay?”

“Sounds good,” you smiled up at him and watched as his expression softened when he caught sight of you, flushed and panting, still dazed from pleasure laying on his desk. He nodded, running a hand through your hair before he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. He pulled away with a light blush, his gaze averted as he walked toward his cabinet, almost looking shy. The thought made you smile, absently watching as he grabbed his water bottle. You watched him as he pulled out towels, your soft smile only grew at how obviously he cared for you, even if today’s session was a bit more… intense.

“By the way,” he interrupted your train of thought, causing you to look up at him curiously. His expression spread into one of mischief again, “I hope you know you’re cleaning all that up after our bath,” he motioned to the mess of papers on the floor next to the desk.

A grin painted your face, and all you could do was roll off the desk to dash out of the room, “Only if you can catch me!”

“Hey!” he shouted, but you could hear the playfulness in his voice as he quickly chased after you, laughter ringing through the halls.

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Writing commission for @shirimoyita !

Prompt: Short fic of Taka and Hiro being step bros (Hiroko and Takaaki got married)

Thank you sm sm for your comm!! <3 <3 <3

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It was… odd, to say the least.

Seeing Hiro move in along with Taka to their new apartment. Takaaki watches as Taka futilely tries to organize Hiro and Hiroko, (his now wife, he thinks, almost smug) as they move in. Taka is growing increasingly passionate about his planning, already thrusting his hand out to direct Hiro.

Hiro, as always, tries to laugh him off, tell him to chill out, push him away, which only seems to irritate Taka. Takaaki lets out a quiet sigh as he prepares to step forward, his expression hardening. A gentle hand rests on his shoulder before he can do so, and he turns to see that wife has walked up to him, a softer smile than usual on her face as she gazes at their boys.

“Let them. You gotta let them figure out how to deal with each other on their own,” she soothes him, voice flowing smoothly and making his expression soften, shoulders relaxing. He’s silent for a moment as he watches their boys argue, Taka pointing passionately at Hiro, who keeps trying to wave him off.

“You’re right,” he finally states, and she hums.

“Usually am.”

Before Takaaki can reply, he sees Hiro suddenly thrust his hand out to point into the sky behind Taka.

“Whoa! Dude, what is that?!” he shrieks, covering his head with his hands.

“What?! What is it?!” Taka shouts, whirling around to look for the source. As soon as his back faces Hiro, Hiro pivots on heels, sprinting away from Taka and into the house.

Takaaki masks his laugh with a cough, sneaking a glance at Hiroko to see the same expression. They brace as Taka turns around, a surprised shout leaving his lips before he chases after Hiro.

“Brothers already,” Hiroko laughs, and Takaaki can’t help but agree.

—

Later, after most of the basic stuff has been moved in, Takaaki finds Hiro lazing in Taka’s room on a beanbag. Taka sits across from him in his pristine office chair, and Takaaki chuckles as he realizes Hiro’s brought his own beanbag into Taka’s room.

Hiro is consulting his crystal ball, moving his hands over it with eyes squeezed shut. Taka is staring at him intently from his seat, anticipation obvious in how he bounces his legs and leans forward. Takaaki is only mildly surprised. Despite Taka’s strictly logical outlook, Takaaki had always found his son to be a bit naive and superstitious. It’s nice to see him openly show interest, Takaaki thinks.

“…You—…. will totally become a rad as hell politician!” Hiro suddenly shouts, thrusting out his hands with a dramatic flair. Taka gasps, his mouth dropping wide open.

“Really?! Wait, are you telling a joke?!”

“No, no! Dude, I’m serious-!”

Takaaki can’t help but chuckle as he walks off.

—

Takaaki is stumbling down the darkened hallway, still half asleep as he searches for a glass of water. He pauses as he hears a muffled conversation come from… Hiro’s room? At 3 A.M.?

He resolves to only peek inside, and he stifles a gasp at the sight. Taka and Hiro, sitting across from each other, with what seems to be an Ouija board between them. Takaaki bites his lip to muffle a chuckle. He can already tell what’s happening: Taka wanting to show Hiro that ghosts aren’t real.

Even still, they both look nervous. A wicked thought comes to mind as he watches Taka gulp. He silently snakes his hand into the room, and flicks off the light.

Screams erupt into the house, and as Takaaki hurriedly rushes back to his bedroom he has to clap his hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter. Nothing like promoting a little sibling bonding, Takaaki commends himself.

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WRITING COMMISSION

Commission for @shirimoyita : Personalized letter, Kiyotaka Ishimaru x Fem!Reader ($10)

Thank you for your comm!! Hope you enjoy :)

Dear Y/N,

I hope you‘ve agreed to wait until after the party to read my letter to you like I asked! You’d better not be neglecting your studies to read this, either!! Unless you’re taking a break and reading this, which is fine. Speaking of, have you had enough water today?! Your health is Ah, forgive me, I’m getting off track!! This letter is about your birthday, not your studies and health, no matter how important those are!

Happy birthday, Y/N! I know I’m not the best at verbalizing my feelings, and I’m not as affectionate as other people would be, but... I’m grateful that you chose me to be your boyfriend. It’s beyond belief how much you have helped me through these years, Y/N: you’ve helped me explore parts of myself that I had hidden away, taught me how to forgive myself and how to move on... You’ve taught me that taking time to feel instead of working is okay, that in order to be at my best, I must take care of myself first!

The first time you suggested us taking a break during our study date, I was shocked! I immediately thought you were trying to slack off. I was appalled! There, in my own home, you suggested ditching our homework for some idle chit-chat...! But, Y/N, that day you made me realize that taking breaks is okay. Especially if I get to spend them with you.

You pull me out of my overworking moments, you ground me, and I hope someday I’ll be able to repay you for everything you’ve given me. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you like me, of all people, but... I promise you, I will continue to work my hardest to be the boyfriend you deserve!! Sleep well, my dearest partner!

Yours truly, with love,

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

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Writing Commissions are OPEN!

Hey lads! I’m opening up writing COMMISSIONS, yasss, for money! If you’re interested or even just curious take a peek below and perhaps I can entice y’all

Pricing

Drabble (100 words) - $5

Short fic (101-950 words) - $13

Medium fic (951 - 2,000 words) - $20

Long fic (2,000 - 6,000 words) - $25

Oneshot (6,000 - 10k (max)) - $40

Personalized letter - $10

Add on costs

+$5 for a specific oc added (either as reader, in fic, etc.)

+$4 for nsfw ($3 for lime / suggestive)

+$3 for any character x character pairing instead of character x reader / oc (check FAQ for explanation)

+$2-$5 for any modification of request made after 24 hours

this one can range depending on how far along in your request i am and how drastically i have to replan

this fee is only for plot impacted changes (if you’re unsure, ask!)

PAYMENT WILL COME FIRST

I’ll ask you to send the payment directly before I send you your finished fic! I can always send proof of finished work if wanted before payment. More info and FAQ below!

FAQ

What won’t you write? Are there any restrictions?

Yes, here’s a list of things I will not write:

Incest

Scat

Pedophilia

Descriptions of graphic S/A (the event itself)

Do you write ___?

Message / submit an ask to me and I’ll respond! The answer will usually be yes, but if not, I’ll always work with you to find a compromise if we can!

Why are there add on costs?

Some things take more energy and time for me to write. Add on costs cover that extra time I take putting into those things.

What is a personalized letter?

Exactly what it sounds like! A letter from a character of your choosing to you! (Or to another character)

How long will my fic take?

It depends on the length, plot, etc. and it’ll vary from fic to fic depending. In general, I’d say to grant me a grace period of 1-2 weeks. Anything past that and message me again to see what’s up

How do we pay?

Venmo works the best! I’m willing to work with you to find a way, though, ofc! Through cashapp, something else, etc. etc.

This seems really expensive.

Lads im a broke college student, did we expect any different here

I sent in my commission. Now what?

Wait! I’ll reply to you and confirm your prompt and price, and then I’ll add you on my commissions list. Just to emphasize, you are NOT on my commissions list until I respond and accept.

How do I commission you? Like, the process?

Dw lads I’ll give you an example and a step by step

1. Make sure comms are open (my header will say)

2. Either message me OR submit an ask. If you submit an ask, make sure to NOT send on anonymous so I’ll be able to msg you if needed! Example:

ignore the ko-fi payment lol, not applicable

I have the right to raise / lower prices. I will not do so without notice, and any comms taken before price changes will stay at the old prices.

Want examples of my work? Check out my masterlist!

[floorbe]

Writing Commissions are OPEN!

Hey lads! I’m opening up writing COMMISSIONS, yasss, for money! If you’re interested or even just curious take a peek below and perhaps I can entice y’all

Pricing

Drabble (100 words) - $5

Short fic (101-950 words) - $13

Medium fic (951 - 2,000 words) - $20

Long fic (2,000 - 6,000 words) - $25

Oneshot (6,000 - 10k (max)) - $40

Personalized letter - $10

Add on costs

+$5 for a specific oc added (either as reader, in fic, etc.)

+$4 for nsfw ($3 for lime / suggestive)

+$3 for any character x character pairing instead of character x reader / oc (check FAQ for explanation)

+$2-$5 for any modification of request made after 24 hours

this one can range depending on how far along in your request i am and how drastically i have to replan

this fee is only for plot impacted changes (if you’re unsure, ask!)

PAYMENT WILL COME FIRST

I’ll ask you to send the payment directly before I send you your finished fic! I can always send proof of finished work if wanted before payment. More info and FAQ below!

FAQ

What won’t you write? Are there any restrictions?

Yes, here’s a list of things I will not write:

Incest

Scat

Pedophilia

Descriptions of graphic S/A (the event itself)

Do you write ___?

Message / submit an ask to me and I’ll respond! The answer will usually be yes, but if not, I’ll always work with you to find a compromise if we can!

Why are there add on costs?

Some things take more energy and time for me to write. Add on costs cover that extra time I take putting into those things.

What is a personalized letter?

Exactly what it sounds like! A letter from a character of your choosing to you! (Or to another character)

How long will my fic take?

It depends on the length, plot, etc. and it’ll vary from fic to fic depending. In general, I’d say to grant me a grace period of 1-2 weeks. Anything past that and message me again to see what’s up

How do we pay?

Venmo works the best! I’m willing to work with you to find a way, though, ofc! Through cashapp, something else, etc. etc.

This seems really expensive.

Lads im a broke college student, did we expect any different here

I sent in my commission. Now what?

Wait! I’ll reply to you and confirm your prompt and price, and then I’ll add you on my commissions list. Just to emphasize, you are NOT on my commissions list until I respond and accept.

How do I commission you? Like, the process?

Dw lads I’ll give you an example and a step by step

1. Make sure comms are open (my header will say)

2. Either message me OR submit an ask. If you submit an ask, make sure to NOT send on anonymous so I’ll be able to msg you if needed! Example:

ignore the ko-fi payment lol, not applicable

I have the right to raise / lower prices. I will not do so without notice, and any comms taken before price changes will stay at the old prices.

Want examples of my work? Check out my masterlist!

[floorbe]

Writing Commissions are OPEN!

Hey lads! I’m opening up writing COMMISSIONS, yasss, for money! If you’re interested or even just curious take a peek below and perhaps I can entice y’all

Pricing

Drabble (100 words) - $5

Short fic (101-950 words) - $13

Medium fic (951 - 2,000 words) - $20

Long fic (2,000 - 6,000 words) - $25

Oneshot (6,000 - 10k (max)) - $40

Personalized letter - $10

Add on costs

+$5 for a specific oc added (either as reader, in fic, etc.)

+$4 for nsfw ($3 for lime / suggestive)

+$3 for any romantic character x character pairing instead of character x reader / oc

+$2-$5 for any modification of request made after 24 hours

this one can range depending on how far along in your request i am and how drastically i have to replan

this fee is only for plot impacted changes (if you’re unsure, ask!)

PAYMENT WILL COME FIRST

I’ll ask you to send the payment directly before I post your finished fic! I can always send proof of finished work if wanted before payment. More info and FAQ below!

FAQ

What won’t you write? Are there any restrictions?

Yes, here’s a list of things I will not write:

Incest

Scat

Pedophilia

Descriptions of graphic S/A (the event itself)

Do you write ___?

Message / submit an ask to me and I’ll respond! The answer will usually be yes, but if not, I’ll always work with you to find a compromise if we can!

Why are there add on costs?

Some things take more energy and time for me to write. Add on costs cover that extra time I take putting into those things.

What is a personalized letter?

Exactly what it sounds like! A letter from a character of your choosing to you! (Or to another character)

How long will my fic take?

It depends on the length, plot, etc. and it’ll vary from fic to fic depending. In general, I’d say to grant me a grace period of roughly 2-3 weeks. Anything past that and message me again to see what’s up

How do we pay?

Venmo works the best! I’m willing to work with you to find a way, though, ofc! Through cashapp, something else, etc. etc.

This seems really expensive.

Lads im a broke college student, did we expect any different here

I sent in my commission. Now what?

Wait! I’ll reply to you and confirm your prompt and price, and then I’ll add you on my commissions list. Just to emphasize, you are NOT on my commissions list until I respond and accept.

How do I commission you? Like, the process?

Dw lads I’ll give you an example and a step by step

1. Make sure comms are open (my header will say)

2. Either message me OR submit an ask. If you submit an ask, make sure to NOT send on anonymous so I’ll be able to msg you if needed! Example:

I have the right to raise / lower prices. I will not do so without notice, and any comms taken before price changes will stay at the old prices.

Want examples of my work? Check out my masterlist!

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