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Crossing Enemy Lines {Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10.1k

Warnings: Insults, vampirism, mentions of blood drinking, oral sex (male and female receiving), rough sex, crude humor, Max being Max, angst.

Comments: Competitors and enemies? You are both not the other's favorite person but for some reason, hate sex is great sex.

Co-written @storiesofthefandomlovers

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Max adjusts his tie as he strides into the conference. A new annual event for vampires who are in business. As the branch manager, he received his invitation to the conference last month and he’s been excited to dominate the scene. Especially after he heard you’d be coming too. Grabbing his badge, Max makes his way into the welcome event and that’s when he sees you. Red dress, professional yet just the right amount of tight to be sexy, and he smirks as he makes his way over to you. “Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart.” Max winks at you as he strides over to you.

“Phillips.” You greet him coolly, “I’m surprised you’re here. I thought they had a separate conference for subpar regional branch managers who always fail to meet their quarterly quota.” You smirk, eying Max in his red tie and what he claims is a bespoke suit.

His smile falters for a split second before it’s back, more powerful than before and the sharpness in his eyes focuses on you. “I was surprised that you were invited too, sweetheart.” He reaches up and tightens the full windsor knot of his Hermès tie. The gold thumb ring and Rolex match the tie clasp, all coordinated with the cufflinks that wink at his wrists. Dramatic, but Max likes to dress for the job he wants, not the job he has. “I’m sure you’ll get those numbers up.”

“Is that what your credit card companies ask for when you’re late on the minimum payment?” You retort, noticing what he is so desperate to show off about. “Oh honey, you’ll pay them off. You just need some more sales…oh wait…I’m not going to allow you to encroach on my clients. You’ll just have to tell those credit cards you can’t pay for those fancy cufflinks.” You click your tongue, reaching out to adjust his tie to just a hair off of being perfect.

Max hisses slightly, annoyed that you had messed with the lines of his tie. “Is that what you believe?” He bats your hand away, lifting a brow as he fixes the tie again and reaches out to flick his finger under your ear lobe. “The Moissanite is nice, but it doesn’t have the sparkle of a real diamond.” He chuckles. “I understand though. If I lost the Phalicite contract to another firm, I wouldn’t be splurging either. Oh right….I was that firm.” He boasts quietly. “What was it they said? She just couldn’t get it done?” He tuts, giving you a disappointed look before he gives a small shrug. “They are happy now.”

You bite down the growl that tries to escape from his jab. It pained you to lose that contract and you shake your head, letting out an unamused chuckle. “You might’ve won the battle, big shot, but I will win the war.” You pat his chest, “now it’s time to network big boy. May the best woman win.” You wink, striding off to meet the CEO of that company you’ve been trying to close for months.

Max watches you walk away, his eyes firmly glued to your ass. You are a pain in the ass, but you have a fantastic one, so he lets you get away with more than someone else could. Deciding that it’s war, he plasters on his most charming persona and starts working the room, eager to one up you on connections and leads for new business. You are competition and he loves a challenge.

By the time you’re done charming the hell out of most of the big wigs in the room, a lot of them spent far too long eying your cleavage. You lean against the bar, desperate for a drink. Thank God you can still get drunk from alcohol. Even if it takes more, you still get the effects. You gesture for the bartender to come over and order yourself a gin martini. “Two olives.” You add and the bartender gives you an odd look but goes ahead to pour your drink. When you have the drink, you take a much needed sip until his voice invades your ears again.

“Olives? What you gonna do? Eat them?” Max snorts, gesturing for the bartender to come over. He orders a whiskey on the rocks and you turn to look at him.

“I like the aesthetic.” You explain with a brief shrug.

“Aesthetic.” Max scoffs and shakes his head. “Why pretend to be human when we are so much better?” He asks, tapping his finger on the bar as he waits for his drink. “Name one thing that a human is better at, I’ll wait.”

“Sex.” You answer Max and he chuckles, thinking you’re joking.

“Seriously? Why the fuck would you think that? They have to breathe, they need breaks. They can’t keep going all night long.”

You snort, “exactly. Humans have enthusiasm. They have passion. It’s not perfect, it can be sloppy, but any human lover I’ve had has been one hundred percent into fucking me. Vampires are cold, emotionless. It’s just an act, physical pleasure. There’s no emotion behind it, not even lust really. We are heartless machines and that - the lack of compassion - makes us great in sales and boring in bed.”

Max snorts, sending you a pitying look. “Just because you choose bad lovers doesn’t mean that vampires as a whole are bad in bed.” Smirking he points at himself. “Take me for example, by the time I’m done, you will be as exhausted as a vampire can get, begging for a break from the orgasms and pleasure. Humans don’t stand a chance.” He boasts.

You roll your eyes after taking a sip of your drink. “Sure Phillips. Is that what they tell you? After you buy them the Louis Vuitton purse you can’t afford?” You snort, “I highly doubt you have someone begging for a break. Maybe a break from you, not your cock.”

Max is cocky, maybe a little too much sometimes but he knows how to fuck. He ignores the little insult towards his finances, he’s well aware of his bank balance and smirks as he leans in. “Only one way to find out, sweet cheeks.” He challenges. “I could give you testimonies from past lovers, or I could just let you experience Maxie boy for yourself.”

You roll your eyes, “you called my pussy the arctic circle and said that any man who dares to venture into it would surely freeze to death. So, you got some mittens?” You smirk, deciding to mess with him. “Or perhaps you can borrow some fuzzy socks from one of your pals over there.” You gesture to the group of vampires who are just like Max: egotistical and beyond cocky. You lean closer to Max, grabbing his tie to bring him closer and you brush your lips against his ear, “or you can go fuck yourself.” You smirk, leaning back to grab your drink, you down it and order another one from the bartender.

Max grunts, unable to believe that you just made his cock twitch with the breathless way you had told him to go fuck himself. He’s always like ballsy women and despite the professional rivalry, you are just his type. “If you can’t handle the idea of having a real man fuck you, that’s all you have to say, sweetheart.” Max coos, reaching out and sliding his index finger down your arm. “Stick with the blood bags who can’t bury their face in the Arctic circle until it’s hotter than a furnace without coming up for air. No skin off my teeth.”

You raise an eyebrow as he orders another whiskey. You glance around the bush room, the endless chatter almost melding into one noise. “I want to know something.” You announce after the bartender sets your drinks down.

“Shoot.” Max says before sipping his double whiskey.

“Why do you want to fuck me? I thought we hated each other?” You lean against the bar, showing him more of your cleavage.

Max snorts, “hate fucking can be the best sex ever.” He admits with a shrug and your heart sinks a little that he actually does hate you so much despite you just doing your job.

Yes, you’ve goaded him but to hear it confirmed, it takes you back for a moment. “Here’s a proposal-”

Max interrupts you, “oh I didn’t say marriage-”

You roll your eyes again, “an offer.” You amend and he hums, “if you still want to fuck me by the end of this event, come to my room…1012. If you still want to fuck me, you can come to mine and I want you to spend the entire night making me cum. If you can’t do that, don’t come. If you don’t want that, I understand. Now, there’s the CEO for HP. I think we have a deal in the works. Thanks for the drinks, Phillips.” You wink and stride off, leaving him with the tab.

It’s fucking hard to concentrate on business for the rest of the night. To socialize and pretend he’s not discreetly checking his Rolex and glancing around the ball room to see where you are in proximity to him. Even the cute little redheaded human who flirts with him doesn’t capture his interest, and he always likes the taste of redheads - very mellow. The idea of fucking the attitude and sarcasm out of you is almost as intoxicating at the four other whiskeys he drinks. Another plus of being the undead is that he doesn’t have to worry about alcohol affecting his performance in bed. When the clock strikes midnight, the official ending time for the event, Max looks around to see that you’ve disappeared. Making him smirk as he tosses back the rest of his whiskey and make his apologies before he leaves, foregoing the elevator and speeding up the stairs to the tenth floor. Pausing outside of room 1012 to adjust his hair and straighten his tie before he knocks.

You check your hair in the mirror, freaking out a little despite the drinks you’ve had. It’s hard to believe that Max Phillips is about to fuck you but you don’t try to think too much about what happens tomorrow morning when you open the door to Max Phillips, naked and waiting for his reaction. There was no point staying dressed. This saves time and as a manager, you’re all about time management. “You ready?” You ask him, chuckling at the dumbstruck look on his face.

“Jesus sweetheart.” Max manages after he stops staring. He sweeps into the room, “if you were that eager, we should have done this a long time ago.” He reaches down and unbuttons the jacket of his suit and shrugs it off to drape over a chair. He smirks and grabs your waist to step close to you. “Now, do I make you scream my name on my cock or my tongue first?”

“Eager? You wish, Phillips. I’m just efficient. Take your clothes off too. Wanna see if your ego is backed up by what you’re packing.” You reach for his tie, pulling him closer so you can press your lips to his while his hands dig into your waist.

His cock twitches, already hardening just at the sight of you and he knows he won’t disappoint you size wise. His tongue slides into your mouth and he groans when you bite it before soothing it slightly. “Dirty girl.” He hisses, smirking happily when one hand slides up to squeeze your breast harshly and pinch your nipple, pulling down on it. “You want a striptease and denied me the same show.”

“I didn’t say I wanted a striptease, Phillips.” You chuckle, working on pulling off that ridiculously expensive tie. “I just wanted to surprise you.” You admit, moaning when he kisses along your neck while you work on unbuttoning his shirt.

“I was surprised.” Max pants, pinching your nipple again and biting down on your shoulder as he slides his hand down to grab your ass. His cock is tenting his suit trousers and he pushes it up against your hip. “Very happily surprised. You’d get a shit ton more sales if you just worked naked.”

You chuckle dryly, “I want to get sales based on my skills, not my tits. Otherwise I’d be like those girls from Chimtech. Just sleeping their way up the ladder. I’m not like that.” You tell him truthfully, reaching down to undo his cufflinks, tossing them onto the coffee table with accuracy, and you push his shirt off of his shoulders.

Max knows that. You are one of the few that he’s hadn’t seen at any of the clubs or honorable mentions at the orgies. It was one of the things that had caught his attention with you. He unbuttons his trousers and grins at you. “Ready?”

You roll your eyes and step away from him to sit on the bed, giving him an expectant look as he pulls down the zipper, opening his pants and shoving them down along with his designer boxers. You swallow harshly at the sight of his hard cock, thick and fucking gorgeous. No wonder he’s such a cocky motherfucker. “Fuck me.” You blurt out, surprised by the monster he has in his pants.

Max’s brow twitches and he sends you a cocky smirk. “Oh I’m going to sweetheart.” He promises as he kicks his pants off and bends down to peel his socks off to fling aside. His cock bobs heavily and he stands straight and wraps his hand around it to stroke. “Spread your legs, baby. I want to see the Arctic circle before I visit.”

You roll your eyes against his words, “you’re an asshole.” Yet you follow his order, shifting to sit back against the pillows and you slowly, with a smirk, spread your legs to display your cunt to his hungry gaze. You tease, caressing your thighs, “you gonna keep me waiting, Phillips?”

“Fuck, you have a pretty cunt.” Max groans, squeezing himself lightly before he lets go. “Bet you taste good.” His mouth waters at the idea and his fangs start to descend before he catches himself. He knows he wouldn’t want fangs against his cock so he wouldn’t do that to a lover. He stalks over to the bed and pushes you back before he drops to his knees, smirking and winking at you before he dives in.

You gasp when his tongue slides between your folds and you reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair. “Oh you son of a bitch.” You hiss when he flicks his tongue expertly over your clit. You can’t believe how good he is already. He has already worked you up more than most lovers can during an entire night and the bastard has done it within thirty seconds.

Max chuckles into your cunt but he doesn’t stop. He eats you voraciously. Like you are the best goddamn thing that he’s ever tasted and if he pulls away your cunt would disappear. There’s nothing polite about it. No gentle licks or soulless sucks on your clit. It’s sloppy, messy and fucking pure Heaven for him. Loving the sounds you make while he repeatedly curls his tongue up inside your walls, shakes his head so his squashed nose stimulates your clit. He loves not having to breathe to eat a woman out, loves that his jaw doesn’t ache or get tired. He could do it all night if he needed to, even as his cock leaks onto his thighs as he wears your legs as a scarf.

You can’t even speak, your mouth falling open and fangs threatening to poke through as Max rocks your world. Your thighs press against his cheeks, suffocating him and you would’ve killed a human by now but Max isn’t human and he doesn’t need to breathe. His tongue is curled so deep and combined with that aquiline nose, you are close to your orgasm. “Oh fuck!” You squeal when you squeeze your tits, the added stimulation sending you over the edge and you curse Max for being so fucking good at that.

Max growls into you, licking and sucking up your release and working you through the orgasm before his tongue turns softer. Gently fluttering against your clit before he kisses it and gives you a self-satisfied smirk. “That was one, sweetheart.” He coos. “Ready for another or do you want to experience the ‘main event’?”

You can’t even offer him a smart retort as you recover from the way his tongue made you cum harder than you have in years. “Shit Max. The amount of bullshit that comes out of your mouth and yet it can do that. Fuck. I- main event? You are done already?” You tease, reaching down to rub your over sensitive clit.

Max snorts, aware that you are goading him but he’s going to make you eat your words. Smirking, he uses his inhuman strength to easily flip you into your stomach and yanks your hips up. Burying his face back into your cunt from behind.

Your cry echoes off of the wall and you nearly rip the sheets as your fingers curl into them while Max’s tongue slides back into your sensitive cunt. “Oh fuck baby.” You gasp out, falling forward onto your forearms and arching your back as his nose presses against your puckered hole. You whimper when his fingers slide under you to rub your clit. “Max. Oh God, right there. Fuck. Yes. There.” You moan when his fingers curl and he finds that spot that makes your thighs shake. “That - that’s it baby. That’s it. Right there.” You whine until it turns into a loud moan as you cum for the second time, gushing over his tongue and chin.

He hums, keeping his tongue and fingers moving as your hips rock back in his face. He loves that you are chasing your pleasure and aren’t shy about giving orders. Max might be the boss, a powerhouse at work; but he doesn’t mind taking direction when it means that he will make you scream out his name. Something that will happen before tonight is over. When your thighs stop shaking, Max chuckles and slides his tongue up to circle the other little hole that has captured his attention with all its fluttering and begging for attention.

You gasp when his tongue presses against your puckered hole. “Fuck Max.” You rasp, voice growing hoarse from the moans that have rattled the room. “Get inside of me. Now.” You demand, reaching behind you to tug on his hair, now messy and out of its usual style.

He flicks his tongue against your hole one last time before he moves over and bites your cheek playfully. “What hole do you want me in first?” He teases, sliding his fingers up and down between both. “I think I want the Arctic circle first.” The slap of his hand against your ass is harsh in the room and he chuckles when you moan.

You can’t even bring yourself to roll your eyes as he grips his cock and teases your clit with the head. “Is this how long you take to close all your sales, Phillips?” You taunt, grinding back against him. When he just chuckles and notches his cock at your entrance, pushing into you in one thrust, your clever remark is long forgotten as his cock pushes into you and stretches you out.

“Fuuuuuck.” Max hisses, slapping your ass again as he circles his hips and grinds into you. You feel incredible and he would stay right here for an hour, just feeling your walls pulse around him but then you would complain. Instead, he wrap his arm around your sternum and drags you up before he drops his hips and starts fucking you like a madman.

You pant, gripping his forearm and you don't pull it away as you let him choke you. It's a good thing you don't need to breathe. "Fuck baby. It's-" You moan, leaning back against him as he hammers into you. His hips hitting your ass as he fucks you hard and fast.

Max hums, loving how you are taking his cock. “It’s what? Wonderful? The best you’ve ever had?” He drags his nose up your neck, pressing where he would have felt your pulse if you had one but there is nothing. “I know. I know it’s good baby, this pussy feels amazing. Taking me like this. Letting me fuck you hard…and now even harder.” He ramps up his thrusts to a pace that would kill a human without breaking a sweat or panting.

The bed squeaks beneath you due to the sheer force of Max's thrusts and he takes your useless breath away. "O-o-h-m-y-G-o-d." You sound out each syllable as he fucks you harder than anyone you've ever had. Your pussy feels like it's being pounded in your guts and you can only let him use your cunt like this. "Maaaax!" You wail as he hammers against something magnificent inside of you.

“There it is.” He hisses, grinning into your neck and nipping your skin playfully. “That’s what I want to hear. Except - louder sweetheart. Gotta let the front desk know who’s fucking you.” The hand not pinning you to him gropes your breast and then slides down to slap your clit.

His fingers hitting your clit makes you nearly fold over but his grip on your throat keeps you upright. Max has all the control right now but you aren’t mad about it. You kind of love it, the lack of decisions so unlike your work life. This is nothing but pleasure and you love it. “Oh fuck.” You gasp, turning your head as much as you can to try to find his lips.

Max knows what you want and he doesn’t deny you. His cock continues to shred up into your throbbing cunt with devastating accuracy against your g-spot and he slides his tongue into your mouth. Kissing you roughly while the quick slaps of his hips against your ass fill the room. Grinning against your lips when he slaps your pussy again.

You moan into his mouth, unable to help yourself, and when Max grins against your lips, you cry out and clamp down on his cock. Hard. Gripping him in a vice as your thighs shake and your cum soaks his cock. It’s the most violent orgasm you’ve ever had wrack your body and it’s caused by the man you hate.

Max groans out your name, loving how you are soaking him and the bed beneath you. The way you squeeze his cock has him caught up in your walls where he can barely move, grinding up into you while he seeks his own pleasure. Giving a rough half dozen thrusts before he groans again, filling you with a hot flood of his useless seed.

You pant against his mouth, just breathing him in as he rocks into you, pushing his cum out of you onto the sheet below. “Fuck.” You sigh in bliss, just letting the feelings move through your system as Max kisses your neck. “That was - I hate to admit it but it was good.”

Chuckling as he takes both of you down to the bed to lay down, he’s feeling smug as fuck at your fucked out posture. “Good.” He hums, twitching inside you before he pulls out and shuffles so he can watch your cunt drip his cum. “Fuck, I should take a picture.” He jokes, not serious in the least. Even as a vampire, he has some morality.

You snort, knowing he wouldn’t do it, but you look at him. “So you could show it off to all your work buddies? How you fucked your ice queen rival?” You chuckle dryly, reaching down to push two fingers inside, scooping some of his cum out of your cunt and you shove those fingers in your mouth to taste Max’s cum combined with yours.

Max groans and he watches your tongue flutter around your fingers as you sucks them clean. He grins and his own finger dips into your dripping hole for a taste of his own. “Was thinking more to jerk off to later on.” He winks and licks his finger. “Fuck, you do taste good. Is it the blood you drink?”

You smile, “yeah. I only drink from the rich.” You admit and wink at him, letting him know you’re joking. “I think someone told me once that our taste carries over from when we were human.” You reveal, “so I tasted that good before.” You smirk and nudge him with your foot which he grabs. “So what is this? Are we - ?” You bite your lip. “Fucking?” Max provides and you nod. “Who would’ve thought it? Did you, um, did you enjoy it?” You ask, offering a rare moment of vulnerability.

Max is greedy, sliding his hand up your leg and thigh. “Mhm.” He hums, smiling as he touches you like he’s never been allowed to before. “Dick didn’t freeze off.” He teases playfully. “Definitely not the Arctic circle, it’s warm, tight, fucking gooood.” He reveals honestly before he winks. “Ready to go again?” He asks, waggling his brows. “Did promise to fuck you all night after all.”

You chuckle, moving fast to straddle him, reaching down to grip his still hard cock and you sink down onto it, your combined cum pushed out as you grip his shoulders. “It’s my turn to fuck you Phillips.” You smirk, clenching around him.

“Fucccccckkkk.” Max’s eyes roll back from how quickly you sit on his cock and his fangs do spring down and make him look like the predator he is. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips, right above the thighs and he bucks his hips up. “Fuck me. Ride my cock. Wanna see your tits bounce in my face.”

You reach out to caress one of his fangs with your finger before you cup his cheeks, working your hips to start bouncing on his cock. You shift, tangling your fingers in his stupidly thick hair and your tits bounce in his face as you ride his cock hard and fast.

He’s in fucking Heaven. Keeping his fangs away from your flesh, he captures a nipple to suck on while you ride him. Groaning into your tits and lavishing them with attention while his cock twitches every time you yank on his hair. Humans never do it hard enough and most vampires try to yank it out. Your pressure on his scalp is perfect. “Fuck.”

"You're such a dick but your cock is so good." You compliment him and insult him at the same time. "Fuck Max." You pant, grinding your hips to push his cock deeper and you are grateful your thighs won't ache as you rock on his cock like he's a prize stallion.

“Ride it.” Max growls, grinning at the fight you put up but your cunt is soaking wet around him. “That pretty little cunt likes my big dick inside it, doesn’t she?” He coos, thrusting his hips up. “Wanna ride it all the time now, dontcha?”

You want to roll your eyes at his words, cringeworthy if you were sober and not currently sitting on his cock. You slam down onto his cock, "you wanna be inside of this pussy all the time now, dontcha?" You taunt back, tugging on his hair to tilt his head back so you can lick along his neck.

There’s a distinct, needy whine that pours out of Max’s throat while you clench around him and lick his skin. “Shit yes.” He chokes out. “Work while I’m inside you. Have you sit on my cock while we- we fucking make money.” His fingers dig into your hips even harder and he lifts you up and pulls you back down on his cock just as harshly as you had, groaning again.

You throw your head back when he starts to move you on his cock but you won’t let him have control. You push him backwards, grabbing his forearms and pushing them over his head. You are stretched over his body, tits swaying in his face as you start to ride his cock, grinding back onto it while you restrain him as much as you’re physically able to.

“Fuck.” Max grinds his teeth together, getting your unspoken warning to stay still and he tries to comply. It’s so hard when you feel so fucking good around him. He had never imagined it would feel this good. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart. If my heart pumped you would stop it.” He grunts out.

You giggle breathlessly at his compliment, looking down at those now black eyes, full of lust for you. “Thanks Maxie. Your cock isn’t too bad.” You tease and he makes you cry out when he thrusts up into you. “Oh fuck!” You moan, especially when he takes your nipple into his mouth again. “Again. You’re gonna make me cum.” You plead, bucking back onto his cock.

Now it’s not a fight for control, it’s just a race for pleasure. Both of you know it’s going to come but you’re greedy. Max obeys your order and bucks up into you, bouncing you on his cock and he nearly chokes with how hard you squeeze him when he hits that magical spot inside your silken walls. “Shit baby, cum. Cum all over my cock. Wanna feel it- wanna-“ he breaks off with a loud moan when you squeeze him again, so close to cumming himself.

Your mouth falls open and nothing comes out as two more thrusts of his hips has you falling over the edge, clamping down on his cock in a way that you are squealing his name when the noise finally breaks free. Soaking him with your cum as you still above him, shaking from the intensity of the orgasm.

Max whimpers, eyes closing and his arms wrap around you. Holding you while he rocks up into you frantically. Chanting your name over and over again for another three thrust before he is pushing deep, wanting to crawl inside you while he fills you up again. Loving the perk of being a vampire and unable to get STDs or cause pregnancy.

“Fuck.” You huff shakily, shifting to look down at him and admire his handsome face, fangs pointing out, and you lean down to lick one playfully with your tongue. “Shit. That was good, baby.” You caress his cheeks and down to his neck and then his chest.

Max smirks, proud of the fact that you are saying that it was good. His strokes your back, your skin still smooth and cool, unable to sweat since you are technically dead. “Still think sex with a vampire isn’t better than a human?” He asks, brow raised and curious as to your answer.

You bite your lip, hating to say no but you can’t deny it when he has made you cum so hard. “Maybe you’re starting to change my mind.” You tease and Max growls, turning you over and playfully biting down on your neck. “So…we, uh, this is it? Just one night.” You say after a moment.

Pulling away so he can look down at you, Max makes a split second decision, reading your tone and the searching look on your face. “Doesn’t have to be.” He hums, running his tongue over his teeth and his fangs retract. “We are both busy, real go-getters.” He muses. “It would make sense that we continue this. Work out our needs, frustrations on each other. Use this great sex we have.” He doesn’t say that he wants it again, but he does. He really does. Fuck, he wants to stay the night.

You hum, thinking about it for a moment. “I suppose it makes sense to get our…frustrations with each other out in a healthier way. Keep business as business but enjoy our pleasures too.” You sit back to get off of him, flopping down on the bed beside him. “You can’t tell anyone about it though.”

He frowns for a second, not liking the idea of secrecy but then he decides to let that go. “Of course.” He manages a smirk and a shrug by the time you turn your head to look over at him. “Lips are sealed. I’m not going to tell that the Arctic circle is conquerable.” He jokes, winking at you before he sits up. He needs to go back to his own room before he argues about your condition to continue fucking.

You roll your eyes at him before you sit up, glad you don’t ache like you would when you were human. Max probably would’ve killed you with how hard he fucked you. “I guess I’ll see you around, Phillips.” You shuffle off of the bed, anxious for a shower to clean up and he gets up, grabbing his clothes to start dressing. “I’m going to shower. Let yourself out.” You tell him and he nods, watching you make your way to the bathroom door. “Oh by the way, I like that tie.” You inform him with a wink and saunter into the bathroom, leaving him to it.

****

Max smirks when he knocks on your door before just pushing it open. You’ve been sleeping together for nearly three months and he’s just made himself at home with walking into your house when he gets off work. You hold up a finger, still halfway dressed when he knows you would normally be naked, your phone still to your ear. “Jerry, I promise you the projections are wrong.” You tell him, making Max’s smile widen even more. Your stocking are still on and you obviously was interrupted from your task of getting ready for him to fuck you by the business call. Max strides over to you and caresses your hip while you narrow your eyes at him, obviously wanting him to be quiet while you work. Winking, he lowers himself to his knees and shreds the underwear under your garter belt so he can get to your pussy.

You gasp, “fucking hell” and Jerry asks you what’s wrong. “Nothing Jerry. Nothing. Ma- My tea was hot.” You lie even as Max’s tongue carves a path through your folds. “Fuck you.” You mouth down at Max whose dark eyes are watching you with amusement. You won’t let him win, tangling your fingers in his hair, you force yourself to concentrate on the call, listening to Jerry rattle off numbers. “Jer-Jerry. That’s not right. It’s one hun- oh.” You moan when Max sucks on your clit. Flustered, you clear your throat, “sorry about that Jerry. Tea was delicious.” You manage to lie, continuing to rattle off the numbers despite Max driving you to distraction with his tongue.

Huffing quietly in amusement, Max slides his hands up to massage your ass while he licks into you. Noticing that you have no issue pulling your leg up onto his shoulder while you sag against the counter. Smirking to himself while his tongue licks into you and he shakes his head to brush his nose against your cunt. Fuck, it’s fun to watch your control pull thin, to hear you try to keep your composure while he is unraveling you.

Max’s tongue slides deep but it’s not enough. You lift your leg onto the counter, giving him more access than before, and he shifts to sit on the floor, wrapping his arm around your leg to keep you stable while his tongue slides deeper. “Fuck.” You hiss, head tilted back to rest against your fridge that’s full of blood bags.

“What?” Jerry asks and you can barely think with the way Max is destroying your composure.

“I’m sorry Jerry. I’m gonna have to - to call you back. You have the numbers. Figure it out.” You growl and hang up, tossing your phone on the counter and you reach down to tangle your fingers in Max’s hair, rocking onto his face. “You’re a bastard.” You tell him with a groan.

His laugh is louder now, his hand slapping your ass loud enough that ‘ole Jerry would have heard it if he had still been on the phone. Instead of pulling away and making a snarky comment, he decides he’ll make you cum first. Hearing you cry out is rapidly becoming his favorite fucking thing in the world, better than landing a huge sales contract. Better than beating you. His tongue flicks over your clit and he moves one hand to push three fingers into your cunt while he sucks your clit into his mouth to suck harshly, as if he’s trying to drink from your cunt.

You decide to give in to the pleasure and not be mad, especially when he is fingering you exactly how you like it. You moan and rock down onto his digits and his face, moaning wantonly at the way he sucks on your clit. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” You tell him, “Max. Oh shit. Max. Max. Ma-” You choke, knee buckling as you clamp down around his fingers and soak them with your cum.

Holding you up, Max groans as he works you through it. Loving how his fingers squelch your cum slides down his knuckles. Sucking on your clit until you are whimpering his name and your stomach heaves with overstimulation. His cock is fucking hard as rock but he just kisses your curls and smirks up at you as he pulls is soaked fingers out of your cunt. “Good job, baby.” He coos playfully. “I don’t think he knew you were having your cunt devoured.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You say breathlessly, reaching down to drag him up onto his feet and when he’s standing, you press your lips to his. “Fuck me.” You order, reaching down to squeeze his cock through his pants before you work them open, managing to wrap your fingers around Max’s throbbing cock. “Someone got turned on eating pussy.” You tease, kissing his chin.

Rolling his eyes, he huffs at you. “Duh.” He is throbbing and he knows that just a few strokes of your hand would have him cumming but he wants to fill up that fucking perfect cunt of yours. “Up,” He orders, grabbing your hips and lifting you easily onto the counter with his inhumane strength. Your legs spread easily for him and he loves how soaked you are for him. “Should bend you over and make your ass bounce.” He grumbles, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours while he lines up and sinks inside you.

You moan into his mouth, gripping his shoulders before you shove your hands under his shirt to caress his back, admiring the strength of his muscles. “You like kissing me too much.” You murmur, crossing the invisible line that neither of you discuss the other’s preferences too much. It makes it more than what it is. Just sex. Max nips your chin, making you moan, and you shift so you are hanging on the edge of the counter, allowing him deeper inside of you.

He does like kissing you. As much as he can. Too much if he were to sit down and think about it, so he doesn’t let himself. You were very clear where he stands and he isn’t fucking this up. Instead, his tongue slides against yours when he presses his lips to yours again, starting a rhythm that has his cock punching deep into your walls, desperate to feel you after hours spent away.

You let him kiss you, especially when his tongue traces your teeth like it always does. It must be his thing. You moan into his mouth, letting his fuck you hard and fast, his hips slamming against your thighs as you shuffle ever so close to falling off of the counter and Max makes you squeal when he grabs your thighs, lifting you up and fucking you on his cock. You squeal and wrap your arms around his neck to stop yourself from falling backwards as he moves your body. “Oh fuck Max.” You moan at this sheer display of his strength.

It’s easy to do, to lift you up as if you weigh nothing. You could do the same to him if you wanted to. It’s the symbolism for him, the way that he can have you any way that he wants to. It’s thrilling. The fact that you let him do whatever he wants and eagerly takes the positions, the pace. You bounce on his cock as he moves you up and down, “fuck, look at that.” He groans, looking between you and watching you take him. Seeing the way your lips stretch around him. “Tell me that’s good, baby. Tell me how much you love my cock.”

You watch him watching his cock disappear inside of you and you moan his name, “it’s so good baby. So good. I love your cock. Love it. Always - always so good. Making me cum every damn day. I love it. Want you to - to fuck me all day every day if we - if we didn’t have to work.”

“Fuck.” Max hisses, closing his eyes and his fangs spring down at the mere thought. “After- after I get this new job I’ll fuck you every- every day.” He huffs, imagining it clearly. You sitting on his cock while he signs contracts, answering his phone with your pants of pleasure in his ear. He would lay you out on his fucking desk like a feast everyday.

In a turn of events, your rival businesses are merging and Max is getting a senior position in a separate department to yours. No longer enemies, you and Max are not competing for sales. It’s strange to not be battling him for contracts. Especially when the merger will mean he will be in your building. “Yes. Yes. Every day. I want you to eat me for lunch.” You demand, kissing his neck as you rock down onto his cock, taking over the pace.

“Fuck yes.” Max whines, holding you in his arms and letting you fuck him. Your thighs squeezing him as you lift and lower yourself. “Best fucking lunch. Better than the interns.” He jokes, toes curling in his shoes as you squeeze him with your inner muscles. “Pour some blood on your pussy and pretend you're on the rag.”

You roll your eyes at his lewd comment but you know that’s just how Max can be. “Fucking weirdo.” You tease, kissing his lips, “you’re such a dick but I- God, I don’t want to stop fucking you. It’s like you’ve got some kind of drug in your cum because I’m addicted to you.” You admit, scaring yourself honestly at how attached you are to him.

Max chuckles, taking over the pace again when you let him. Rocking up onto his toes to grind into you. “Caught me. Been feeding you cocaine laced cum.” He teases, feeling the same way. “Don’t worry baby, gonna - gonna fuck you for as long as you want.” He’s almost said something about doing more than just fucking, but he’s scared you would turn him down so he keeps quiet.

His words send you over the edge, making you cry out as you clamp down on his cock, unable to stop yourself from climaxing as he promises to keep fucking you. He groans at how tight you grip him, keeping you upright as you shake. “Baby.” You gasp, “want - want you to cum down my throat. Let me - let me suck you off.”

He groans, knowing this is special. It’s rare that you don’t want him to cum in your pussy. Not that he minds. He talks a big game about blow jobs but he’s never once asked you for one. If you want to suck his cock, you will. It’s that simple in his mind. Nodding, he sets you down and watches as you wrap your hand around his length, kneeling down in front of him. “Fuck.”

You waste no time in taking him into your mouth with a moan, loving the tangy taste of your own cum coating his cock as you take him down your throat. Another plus of being a vampire: no gag reflex. You look up at him as you take him deep down your throat, loving the way he's watching you.

“Look at you.” He coos, reaching down and stroking your jaw. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” His eyes roll back and he tilts his head back and moans your name when you press your tongue to the underside of his cock and swallow around the head. “Oh fuck.” He huffs, hips lurching forward to chase that feeling. “So good baby.”

You repeat that action, desperate for him to cum down your throat. You whimper around his cock, reaching down to roll his balls in your fingers, keeping your eyes on him as you watch him moan and groan as you swallow around his thick cock.

“Shiiiit.” Max hisses. “I’m gonna cum.” He warns you. “I’m gonna cum down that pretty little throat of yours. Fuck gonna fill you up, and-“ He tenses up, moaning as he does just that. Pumping spurt after spurt of his cum down your throat.

You eagerly swallow every drop, closing your eyes at the salty taste that doesn’t have that tang that human cum has in it. You swallow until his balls relax under your touch and you pull off of him, cheekily opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him your empty mouth.

“Good girl.” Max lunges down, eager to taste the remnants of his cum from your mouth. Moaning into you while he kisses you. He’s fucked. He realizes it right at this moment. He wants you. Not for some hate fucking, he’s never hated you. But he wants more that just sex.

You kiss him back, letting him pull you into his arms and you realize how dangerous this is getting. It’s no longer hate fucking, it’s turning into something else and you don’t know how to stop it. You do know that Max would break your heart once he gets bored. “I, um, I still need to call Jerry if you - you can take a blood bag to go if you want.” You step away from him, wishing you had a robe or something to cover you, cover your emotions.

Max’s silent heart clenches and he frowns slightly before he nods. “Sure.” He covers up the hurt with a chuckle and sends you a small smirk. “I have to go move into my fancy new office anyway, sweetheart.” He tucks himself away and zips up before straightening his clothes. He can’t help but feel like you are shoving him out the door. “Until next time.”

You watch him go, leaning against the counter and covering your face with your hands. Fuck, when did it happen? When did you fall in love with Max Phillips?

****

Once Max is settled into his office, you must admit you’ve been avoiding him. Deciding that he doesn’t feel the same and you’d only embarrass yourself by asking him such a question, you avoid Max at all costs. Having your assistant screen calls and meetings for the man, you succeed in avoiding him until you hear his name mentioned in the break room. “Yes. He invited me into his office and we…” The intern giggles as she looks around, not seeing you behind the door, “we had sex on his desk.” Your heart sinks, breaking in two at the news that Max has already moved on. You swallow harshly, unshed tears stinging in your eyes as you make your way back to your office.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Phillips. She is in a meeting with orders to not be disturbed.” Max sighs as he listens to your secretary yet again tell him that you aren’t available. The same thing he’s heard from her every day for nearly two weeks. He’s gone from having sex with you every since day to not seeing you and he hates it.

“Yeah, thanks.” He mutters into the phone. “Tell her to call me when she’s done.” He drops the phone into the cradle and sighs. He knows you won’t call him, you haven’t despite the messages to your secretary and the texts to your personal phone. He’s getting desperate to see you and figure out what the hell is going on.

You are working late, unavoidable considering the new contract you’re working on, but you curse your assistant leaving on time when your door opens and Max Phillips strides in unannounced. “Phillips.” You greet him coolly, not even looking up from your computer.

Max blinks at the acidity in your tone and it’s on the tip of his tongue to ask if you’re on your period but he knows that doesn’t happen anymore. Unable to deflect with humor like he usually would, he decides to be upfront. “What the hell is going on?” He demands. “We went from wanting to fuck everyday at lunch once we were in the same building to you ghosting me.”

You bite your lip, wanting to growl at him, but you just respond calmly. “Oh, sorry. I thought you had found a new pretty intern to fuck during lunch and I was no longer needed?” You frown, tilting your head at him.

His brow scrunches in confusion and he shakes his head. “What are you talking about? What intern?” He demands, leaning against the door jam. “Only person I’ve fucked is you and I haven’t been doing a lot of that lately.”

You huff, standing up from your desk, you walk around it to face Max. “Are you serious? I heard her earlier. She said she fucked you in her office and as I walked away she said - she said you traced her teeth with your tongue.” You choke, knowing that is something Max and only Max tends to do.

Now he’s pissed, that she’s lying and that you believe this person. “She must have heard that from someone else I’ve fucked before you.” He growls. “Because I’ve not stuck my dick in anyone but you.” He sees that you don’t believe him and scoffs. “Fucking convenient for you to hear this. If you wanted to stop fucking you don’t have to lie. I don’t fucking force anyone to have sex with me. I don’t need to.”

You shake your head, “it wasn’t - fucking hell. That’s the problem. I didn’t want to stop fucking you. You’re lying about fucking someone else and I shouldn’t be mad because I can’t - we can’t keep doing this. You’ve got me tied up in knots. I can’t focus and I- you need to leave before I change my mind and beg you to fuck me on my desk.”

Max stares at you for a moment in disbelief before he pushes off the door and slowly starts to clap. “Bravo.” He shakes his head, a sarcastic grin on his face. “Amazing, you almost had me. See, I knew it was stupid to fall in love with you, knew I was going to get burned eventually. Especially considering I’ve called you every single day and you’ve been the one rejecting me.” He huffs and drops the smile. “The arctic circle ain’t in your cunt, it’s your icy cold heart. Good luck on the next poor fucker.” He growls, turning on his heel to leave this fucking office and go get drunk somewhere.

“You’re a bastard.” You rush to follow him, lucky that no one is around to witness you as you grab Max and spin him around. “This wasn’t in the plan. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you.” You rush out, eyes wide as you stare at him. Your heart would be beating out of your chest if you were human but all you can do is stare at him.

Max stares back at you, ready to lash out and deny it. “So if I love you and you love me, why would you think I’d fuck anyone but you?” He demands. “I don’t even know what intern you’re talking about. And I- Jesus, you’re the best lover I’ve ever had. Where could I go after you? No one could ever beat you.”

You swallow harshly at his words, reaching up to cup his cheeks. “I just - I thought you hated me still. I thought it was just sex. I never - I thought you were just fucking me for a release because it’s - it’s the best sex I’ve ever had. No one compares. You are a pain in my ass, but baby, you are strong and smart, so fucking smart, and handsome and you’re funny - even if it’s in a college frat boy kind of way - I just never imagined you’d feel the same way.”

Max chuckles and shakes his head. “I’ve never hated you, sweetheart.” He promises. “I just liked getting under your skin. I liked pissing you off. You’re sexy when you’re annoyed. Like pulling the braids of the girl I like on the playground.” He confesses with a small grin. He steps closer to you, more serious than he’s ever been. “I have not slept with anyone but you since the night we started. I haven’t even looked.”

You believe him, caressing his cheeks, “I love you, Max Phillips.” You whisper, smiling at the cocky bastard who used to make your life hell but now you can’t imagine being without him.

“I love you.” He promises, reaching up to brush his knuckles across your cheeks and he smirks. “Now that we know where we stand, can I fuck you?” He asks, lifting a brow. “I really, really miss being inside you.”

You giggle, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, “you want to fuck me in my fancy office, Mr. Phillips?” You tease, leaning in to nip his jaw and you are relieved that you are both on the same page.

“I do want to fuck you in your fancy office.” He smirks, his fangs sliding down and he looks behind you. “You have a drop cloth or a sheet of plastic?” He asks. “Might get a little messy.”

You chuckle, “I might have a bedsheet I snuck in just in case we happened to fuck in here.” You take Max’s hand and guide him into your office, letting go of his hand to get the sheet from your bottom desk drawer, laying it out on the sofa in your office.

Max smirks and starts stripping out of his suit while you adjust the sheet. Eager to touch you, his cock is already throbbing. “I’m going to fuck you so hard baby. The security desk is going to think you’re being staked.”

You playfully roll your eyes at his cocky words but you know he can make you squeal and scream. You finish adjusting the sheet and struggle to pull down the zipper of your dress as Max kicks off his shoes and shoves his pants and boxers down.

“Too slow sweetheart.” Max tuts, taking over and dragging the zipper down and peeling the dress off of you in the blink of an eye. “Fuck, I love stripping you down. You should stay naked all the time.”

You sigh when Max kisses your neck and shoulder as you kick the dress aside, stepping out of your heels and you spin around to face Max. Pressing your lips to his, you press your chest to his and tangle your fingers in his hair. “Fuck me Max.” You plead, feeling his hard cock pressing into your hip.

“I’m going to.” He promises, happy that you are in his arms again. His tongue trails over your neck and he can’t help himself, sinking his teeth into your flesh while he grabs your ass and hauls you back towards the couch.

You look up at Max as he lays you down on the sofa and you caress his chest, over the space where his heart would be beating. “I love you.” You murmur, spreading your legs to accommodate him as you continue caressing his chest.

He hums, loving hearing you say that. “Love you too.” He groans, sliding his hand between the two of you so he can line up to push inside you. The head of his cock slips inside your cunt as he ducks down to take your nipple into his mouth.

You moan when he pushes into you, feeling like you’re finally home, where you should be. With him. “Max.” You moan, tangling your fingers in his hair as he bites down on your breast and he starts to rock his hips, pushing into you. It’s slow, unlike the always frantic pace, and you sigh in pleasure.

He’s never set a slow pace with you, knowing that he had to make sure you had the most pleasure he could offer within an hour or two. Now he takes his time, he’ll spend all night right here if he has to. Wanting to drag it out for as long as he can. Enjoying the slow drag of his cock in and out of your walls while he works his hip.

“Fuck. That feels good.” You moan, caressing his back as he rocks into you. You whimper when he hits something deep and slowly fucks you. No, he doesn’t fuck you. He makes love to you. “God, you feel so good. No one has ever felt like this.”

Max groans in agreement. He reaches for your hand and laces his fingers with yours. “Bite me.” He begs, wanting to feel your fangs in his flesh. You’ve never bitten him before but he thinks it’s hot to have you do it while he’s buried in your cunt.

You squeeze his hand and feel your fangs appear so you cup the back of his head, pulling him closer so you can sink your fangs into his flesh. There’s no blood but you moan at the sensation of his cock inside of you and your fangs in his neck. It’s incredible and you moan into his flesh as he rocks into you.

“Fuck.” Max groans loudly, cock twitching deep inside you but he doesn’t push harder or faster into you. Keeping his pace slow and steady, while he love the feeling of your fangs breaking through his skin. “Again baby, fuck, mark me as yours.”

You repeat the action, allowing yourself to dive into your instincts, your animalistic ways shining through as you bite him, marking him as yours. The marks will stay, a shimmering scar once they heal over - as soon as your fangs are removed - and you are close to cumming at the thought of Max being yours and only yours.

Max grunts, closing his eyes and smirking as he continues to rock into you. “Love you, so fucking much.” He groans out. “Perfect vampire for me, perfect woman, perfect little pussy.”

You lick over the marks after withdrawing your fangs. “I love you baby. So much. God, you are - you’re an asshole but you’re my asshole. I wouldn’t change you for all the sales in the world. Perfect for me.” You pant, getting closer and closer with every slow rock of his hips until finally, you fall over the edge and clamp down on his cock. Your orgasm is slow, seeming to spread to every inch of your body.

Max buries his fangs in your neck as you come apart for him. Your walls clamp down like a vice around him, soaking him in your release. He loves the way you cry his name, needy and loving. “Love you,” he pants, withdrawing his fangs and pressing his lips to yours when he starts to cum, filling you with his own release in agonizing pleasure.

You cling to him as he cums, filling you up and you’ve missed this so much, missed him so much. You peck his lips over and over as he rides out his orgasm and you caress his shoulders and back. “Love you.” You murmur, actually feeling tired.

Max kisses your jaw when you tilt your head back. “Not as much as I love you.”

You snort, “always in competition.” You love him and he loves you. Never, in a million years, would you have imagined that if you’d been asked four months ago but here you are. In love with a blood sucking bastard

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• TAKE ME •

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader (they/them, 18+)

summary: there he goes again, pissing you the fuck off…

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; cod mw 2 campaign spoilers; reader referred to by rank (lieutenant, "lt") and call sign (aero); weapons, gore, violence; angst to fluff to smut/porn; enemies to lover trope, toxic love dynamic (only to be fantasized in fanfics, not encouraged irl - you deserve better hunty), possibly problematic coping skills, rough sexy time, etc.

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note: part two. sorry for the delay! let's live this bad boy fantasy together...

specific warnings: mature/serious topics mentioned - please read over; *trigger warning* small insinuation of sexual assault and questionable interrogation methods (to avoid, begin reading at second red line; skipping will not impact story)

Do you know how unbearably painful it is to just stop - right when it was getting good? As you walk down the hallway, Soap at arm's length away, you attempt to slow your breathing. Anything to get your blood pumping around your body again. Anything to keep your mind off the pulsating feeling in your groin.

Ghost walks ahead, fists clenched. You wonder how he must be feeling. Practically on on the verge of cumming and being made to stop. It's one thing to be edged, but its another to be forced to conceal a raging boner and not knowing the first chance you'll have to address it.

Soap continues down the hallway with heavy steps. His face solely showing determination. Further confirming your hope that he did not see, nor suspect anything. Ghost opens the door to the others' debriefing room and quickly drops it behind him. The heavy door almost slams against Soap's shoulder. "What the hell, Ghost?" he asks with his thick Scottish accent. "Aye, don't take it personal, Soap. Must just have an itchy trigger finger," you suggest as you lug the door open. The room looks exactly like the one you and Ghost explored earlier.

Ghost pounds his fist against the steel door. He waits to hear movement as the door lock pops open. "Perfect, you're going to want to hear this, hombre," Alejandro says as he widens the door. "Qué es?" Ghost asks as he walks in. You can't help the "humph" that leaves your body. He knows some Spanish? It leaves a smile on your face, whether you'd like it to or not.

Alejandro keeps the door open for both you and Soap. "Hermano," Alejandro says with a nod directed towards Soap. "Teniente," he adds as his eyes fall upon you. "Do you want to tell them what you told me or should I get that car battery I promised you?" Gaz says as he points towards the side of the room. Nadia Sidorov blubbers in the chair. Her black mascara smudged down to her chin. She must have been crying since she woke up from her unexpected slumber. You wouldn't blame her. It's not easy waking up in a US black site.

"AQ wants a stealth bomber, okay? They wanted something quick and quiet, to get the job done," Sidorov mumbles between tears. "What job?" Ghost's voice booms from the corner. God, did this man love dark corners. "They-they wanted to take out some gang. I don't know! I don't really ask questions in my line of work. I don't need to know what they're being used for," she yells, exhausted. "You mean, you don't care to know about who your weapons are being used on," you correct her. Her careless and dangerous attitude bubbling up an anger within you. It's a nice distraction.

Sidorov rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "Do they have the bomber?" Soap asks as he walks under the light from the overhead lamp. Her eyes squint as she looks his way. They widen as a smile forms across her face. She begins a slow laugh as she leans her head back onto her shoulders. "Oh, Soapy-boy. What do they have you doin' now?" she says with a soothing, yet unsettling tone. Her entire demeanor has now shifted. The blubbering mess is suddenly exuding confidence and happiness.

Ghost's eyes quickly rush towards Soap. Soap returns with a confused, but suspicious look. Several brutal questions rush through your head. How the hell did Soap know the target? And why didn't he mention that before? "Why don't you go discuss in that other room there," Sidorov suggests as she nods towards the locked door. "I'm sure you have plenty to talk about." You quickly walk over to the woman and crouch before her. "Why don't you tell me what there is to talk about, Nadia?" you ask with a tilt to your head.

"Soap tells the story best," Sidorov seethes through her teeth. "Car battery, huh?" you ask as you quickly stand. You turn towards Gaz. "Who taught you that trick?" you scoff. Ghost watches your every move intensely. Almost as though he is trying to memorize your patterns. Maybe just in case you get into another physical altercation.

"Now, Nadia. You're a very smart woman. That's obvious. You're one of the most prominent arm's dealers in all of Europe," you continue as you make your way behind her chair. “I know you’ve done this before and you know what comes next.” The boys still stand barely outside of the shadows in the small sound proofed room. "Show me how smart you are and start talking," you say as you land a tight grip onto her shoulders.

Sidorov shivers at your touch and remains silent. "Alright," you shrug. You quickly pull the woman down by her shoulders. She falls onto her arms as they are tied behind the chair. She releases a heavy breath as the wind is knocked out of her. She now rests onto her back.

"We got your AQ contact in the other room. He gave us names. Las Almas Cartel and Los Vanqueros," you share as you crouch down beside her. Alejandro and Rudy quickly shift their eyes from you to Ghost. Rudy's upper lip is stiff as he continues watching over Sidorov in disgust. Alejandro's nostrils flare as he pops his knuckles.

"See, we already have all the information we need," you whisper. "I really don't care about how you know Soap here." You stand as you stretch at your arms in front of you and walk towards the front door. Her eyes watching you intently with a stern lip. "Boys, do your worst," you mumble. Sidorov quickly shouts in panic, "Wait! Wait!" You turn around slowly. "AQ showed me Soap's picture. They've been passing it around to anyone with a gun. He's got a hit on him," she stutters out. "Clear out," you instruct.

The boys look at you with either dumbfounded or confused looks. They are both in shock regarding what was implied of them, but also the results of your threat. You received vital information about Soap. Going forward, he will be unable to go into the field for a mission. If he was in the restaurant instead of Gaz, you both could have easily been made and ambushed. Now, he will remain protected and protect his squad by staying in overwatch.

"Clear out," you repeat again at a higher volume. The boys quickly walk outside. Ghost waits at the door. He watches you as you grab hold of the back of Sidorov's chair. You lean her up. Reaching back into your pocket, you reveal another knife tucked in your left sock. You quickly cut the restraints that hold Sidorov's wrists. Without looking back, you walk out. Ghost locks the door from the outside, rendering the inside lock useless.

You walk into the debriefing room with your head down. "How'd you know she'd talk?" Rudy asks. You look up and see the two sergeants, colonel, and sergeant major staring at you. Ghost leaning back against the wall. "Nothing scarier then a room full of men," you say with a deep sigh. "Ghost, you move forward with the plan of action. Brief me in the morning." You leave the room behind in a haste, hell bent in making it back to your cot.

Today was rough. It's time to go to sleep and start over.

Despite making it back to your quarters, you couldn't get yourself to sleep. Insomnia always keeps you up. Some nights your body doesn't accept the sleeping meds. You are just forced to stare at a ceiling as your mind begs for sleep and your body continues to deny the request. Counting those damn sheep as they continue to laugh at your attempts at rest.

With a sigh, you quickly sit up from your cot. Your oversized t-shirt falling to your upper thighs. You walk over to your backpack - the same designated backpack that you will be living out of for the remainder of the mission. "How many knives do you have?" you hear. Ghost. He closes the door behind him as he walks in to your private room without hesitation. Not turning around, you reach into your pack for your untraceable modded phone. "If you get to ask a personal question, I should be able to too," you say to the wall as you note the time. Fuck, 3:00am? you think to yourself as you tuck your device back into the pocket.

"I didn't know that was a personal question," Ghost asks with a low-toned voice. He leans against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. You turn around to see him in a black long-sleeved shirt. The tight sleeves emphasizing his bulging biceps. He has grey sweatpants that hang loosely at his hips. You note a small sliver of skin between articles of clothing. A thin black inked line flowing up from his hip.

A lighter skulled balaclava mask pulled over his face. Just like you, his eyes rake all over your body. They pay special attention to your bare legs. You enjoy having him watch over you with adoration and temptation. You swear you can hear deep breathing against his clothed mouth. "Do you sleep with that on?" you ask as you point towards his face. You walk over to your bed and lay onto your back in exhaustion, crossing your ankles. "Is that your question?" he mutters from across the room.

You scoff as you rub your eyes. "I don't know, Ghost. I don't know if I care enough to ask a question," you mumble as you rest your head back onto your pillow. Your mind already working as a thinly stretched elastic band ready to pop. "Fine," he says with a hint of frustration as he reaches for the door knob. "Wait," you say involuntarily. This poses as another moment to trust your body over your mind. Unfortunately, you are too tired to hold back any of your body's impulses.

"Can you just lay with me?" you ask. Part of you is deeply uncomfortable with the request. You do not enjoy being vulnerable and holy fuck, were you putting yourself in quite the tricky spot. The fact of the matter is you fall asleep best in someone’s arms. Through trial and error, that has been the best trick to aid your insomnia - if you exclude a good old fashioned orgasm. In an effort to protect yourself, you curl against the wall - putting your back towards Ghost. Maybe it would hurt less if you didn't see him walk out in response to your question? God, being pushed to the edge of exhaustion really does wonders for your decision making.

After a few seconds a silence, you hear Ghost mutter, "I don't do that." You immediately shake your head. Self-deprecating thoughts rush through your brain as you curl tighter and closer towards the wall. You feel his eyes still on you. You mutter disappointed, “Okay, you can leave now.” You are still curled together in a ball, desperate for sleep to take you away from this day. Nevertheless that you are expected to wake in a few short hours to move on your next targets.

Suddenly, you feel a light hand placed upon your upper arm. You quickly turn over, ripping your dagger from under your pillow and hold it to Ghost’s neck. His body tensed as he watches you from the side of his eye. His head tilts up, exposing freshly shaved hair underneath his jaw bone. His hand raises off your skin. “Bloody hell,” he says quietly. “How many fuckin’ knives do you have?”

You roll your eyes and tuck your knife back into its designated spot. “How many fucking masks do you have?” you whisper under you breath. Ghost slowly sits down on the cot, making the cheap mattress squeak. You turn around, feeling his weight shift the bedding. "I thought you don't do this?" you murmur. His big brown eyes turn towards you. Despite their warmth, they still appear dead, a void of human emotion.

"You look like shit. You haven't slept have you?" Ghost asks as he peers down at you. You turn onto your side as you rest your hand upon your pillow. His hand lightly placed in between your stomach and his hips as he twists his torso towards you. “Not all of us can hide behind a mask,” you mumble with your eyes tied to his.

With a huff, Ghost leans back onto the mattress and rests beside you. His face towards the ceiling. His body inches away from you. You try to hold back your expression, completely shocked. When you asked, you were confident that he would never agree. That you messed up by playing your hand too early. But here you are now, reaping the benefits. You slowly raise your hand from your pillow and lower it onto his chest. As your hand meets his warm torso, you feel a growl grumble from his sternum. A warning. You can’t help but smile.

Your hand slowly travels down towards the waistband of his sweatpants. You wanted to feel Ghost again. You wanted that thick girthy cock flooded in your mouth - maybe in other places. Him lying down with you was supposed to put you to sleep, but fuck did it just turn you on more. This small inkling of vulnerability that he’s given you, just by resting beside you. Adrenaline pushes through you, putting you further from rest.

Ghost quickly grabs hold of your wrist, so tight it hurts. You look up to him with your upper lip pulled. "We're here to sleep, Aero," he says sternly. His eyes widened with anger. You smile as this is the first time he says your name. You hate the context, but it felt beautiful heard aloud with his accent. You try to contain your grin as you pull your arm back rather harshly. "You're telling me you came into my room wanting to sleep at 3:00am?" you scoff. A small laugh bursts through his mask. It must have been unexpected for him, seeing as he immediately cleared his throat.

"No, but it's definitely what you need," Ghost says with a low tone. His eyes not daring to move away from the ceiling. "Well, if that's what I need, I sleep best when I cuddle," you murmur as you inch closer towards him. Your hand slowly makes contact with his shoulder. You feel the muscles tighten under your finger tips. Ultimately, you know he would stop you if you did anything that made him uncomfortable. Your fingers continue to travel down to his right peck as you pull yourself closer towards him.

You cannot help but smirk as you are curious how far he will let you go. The man who said "he doesn't do this," but now, you rest your head upon his firm peck. Your arm wrapped towards his hip as you pull him closer into your chest. Your leg over his and tucked between his two. And to perfectly end the night, Ghost tilts his chin down towards you and rests it upon your forehead. As your mind drifts to sleep, you feel his hand gently placed at the base of your spine. You fall asleep, against his warmth, without further trouble.

Your eyes begin to flutter as you are pulled from a restful slumber. You immediately notice the emptied space beside you. However, it does not surprise you. What surprises you is that you aren't hearing your annoying cranked alarm. You quickly shoot out of bed and rush over to your pack. Pulling out your phone, you note the time - 10:06am. Fuck!

Confusion rushes over you as you quickly look for your alarms. You know you put a specific alarm on for 5:00a, for today's mission. You are absolutely confident. Yet, there it rests on your screen toggled off. Quickly, you look around the room - angry as you reach for your clothes. That's when you notice the note resting on your bedside table. A harsh breath pushes from your nostrils as you reach for the paper.

Aero, Thought you needed more rest. Ghost.

Upon reading, you abruptly crumple the paper within your hands. Ghost made sure to go on the mission without you. Your fucking mission! What even made you angrier was that he didn't own up to it in his stupid note. He wants to still pretend the he actually cares about your sleep. You rush to quickly put on your clothes and run out into the hall. You find that your entire squad has gone out on a mission and will be back later in the day.

Fire flushes through your body. All you can see is red. You bite your lip so hard it bleeds. Ghost hijacked your mission and let you behind. He jeopardized your authority as team lead, as lieutenant of the 141. You are fuming. Returning into your room, you slam the door behind you. You grab hold of your phone and rapidly call your mercenary contact. You need to hurt something or someone - bad.

"Johnson, I need a contract," you grumble into the phone. "I'm in France." The man laughs on the other end of the line. "Lucky you, I need some supplies destroyed in Marseille," he shares. "I'll be there in less than two hours," you sternly reply. "I'll text you the details," Johnson says before hanging up the phone. You reach for your pack and grab hold of you rolled up grey mat. Unraveling it upon the mattress you slept on with Ghost, you admire the twinkling dark knives in front of you.

The next time you find yourself at the home base, you are splattered with blood and filled with bumps and bruises. You wanted to take your anger out with that contract, and, holy fuck, did you do just that. You walk past the briefing room as the squad of men sit and stand round a table. Ghost at its head. You continue to walk by, not giving a single glance in their direct. Yet, you feel all their eyes stuck on you.

You hear chairs screech against the floor and a fumbling of two pairs of footsteps. “You okay, LT?” you hear that deep Scottish accent ringing through the hallways. His tone hesitant and concerned. You hear Gaz’s melodic British as he asks, “Should we call medical?” You push down the feeling of disappointment, knowing that Ghost wasn’t the one to rush after you. “I’m good, boys. Thank you,” you say as you raise your hand and continue walking forward.

“We missed you,” Gaz says as he reaches for your elbow. You turn back to see Soap making a “oh shit I shouldn’t be here” face before jogging back to his other Lieutenant. “Yeah, wish I could’ve been there,” you mumble. “He told us you were off doing something for Price,” he shares inquisitively. “I feel like you would’ve told me.” You laugh as you naturally pull done Gaz’s soft hand. “Trust that gut of yours,” you say as you walk towards the showers. Gaz backs off and walks back.

You slowly undress, careful to peel away the dried blood drenched clothes from your skin. You look up in the bathroom’s mirror to see a fresh cut across your eyebrow. A bruise forming across your cheek bone. Your bottom lip busted. All you could do was smile at the sight of yourself. You wanted to cause pain, bring down hell and havoc. You did. You were undeniably successful in your mission.

Pulling down your pants, you see a bruise on your hip. That one is not from your mission, but from last night’s foolish impulse. When Ghost pushed you down onto that desk. When he had your legs spread. When he had you begging for his cock to be inside you. Back when he barely spoke, and didn’t have access to your phone to fuck up your mission. Fuck. You are angry again.

Your shirt comes off in one swift movement. Your shoulders scream at you as you raise your hands above your head. As the pain pounds through your head, you land your hands against the sink’s counter. Another look at yourself. You understood why some wear masks.

Walking away from the stalls, you choose a designated nozzle for your shower - tucked away in the back corner. Of course, home base doesn’t have individualized rooms. You find yourself stuck in a steamy space meant for communal showers. Luckily the water is hot. The warmth truly soothes your sore muscles. You find your first bit of comfort after this morning’s atrocities.

As you rub your soap bar across your skin, you begin to hear movement in that initial stall area. Your eyes open, pulled from their comforting relaxation. The last thing you want is one of your men to see you, and for you to see one of your men. You quicken your lathering so that you may end your shower early if needed.

“Why're you in such a hurry?” Ghost asks. You shudder at his voice. Another shudder once you see his darkened torso behind you. A bright light shining behind him makes his facial features indistinguishable. “Fuck off,” you say as you turn around. He quickly slaps a hand against your ass and takes his other to grab hard against your muscle. You head butt your skull back into his nose. He stumbles back as you turn to face him. The hot water still falling upon your chest.

You watch as his fingers lift his skin-tight mask and reach for his nose. He quickly flings off the blood to the tiled floor. “You’re still upset about this morning?” he asks with a bit of amusement. Your teeth grind together. “How fucking dare you?” you seethe. “You were supposed to brief me in the morning. I’m the fucking Lieutenant!” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Not the only Lieutenant,” he replies softly.

“Riley, get the fuck out of my face,” you shout as you point towards the exit. “What? No more call signs?” he asks with a laugh. “Okay, Lieutenant y/l/n.” In this moment, it doesn’t matter how naked you are. You are pissed. You swear you must have steam rising from your skin.

“You’ve got those eyes again,” Ghost says as he points his gloved finger towards you. “And what fucking eyes are those?” you ask as you drastically turn off the shower head. The warm water quickly pulling away from your body. The cold air hitting you like a truck. “Those ‘I’m going to kill you’ eyes,” he mutters. “I haven’t decided on that just yet. Figured I’d wait ‘till the mission was over as a courtesy to Price,” you say as you move through the man to grab your towel.

Wrapping it around your waist, you continue to walk towards the bathroom exit. You hear Ghost’s wet boot steps behind you. You turn before he makes the horrible mistake of placing his hand atop your shoulder. “I don’t do well with competition,” he quickly mutters as your eyes meet his. His white spray painted skull balaclava staring back at you. “Well, I do especially well with competition but I don’t know how to do things nicely.”

Ghost walks up to you slowly. “You’re competition. Difficult, precise, exceptional,” he says softly. “The kind of competition you sabotage with minimal guilt.” You laugh as you cross your arms around your chest. “Minimal guilt, huh?” you ask. “It might have been a moderate amount,” he says as he inches closer.

“If you jeopardize my position or the mission again, I will have your head,” you say as you welcome his hand on yours. “And my knife will have something else of yours,” you murmur as your fingers tuck under his waistband. He nods as his eyes look down onto you. Those eyes serious and unforgiving.

"Understood," Ghost says without hesitation. "On your knees, soldier," you demand as you tilt your chin high. You peer down at him. His darkened brown eyes stare back at you as he slowly kneels onto the cool tiled floor.

You softly lay your hand upon his cheek, rubbing the fabric of his mask against your thumb. Slowly, your fingers reach the edge of his mask. Your fingers hooked within are met with a stiff grasp around your wrist. “No,” Ghost sternly says. You shoot him a look of dismay. “What you’re about to do cannot be done with your mask on,” you say as you feel his grip loosen.

Finally, his hand drops. You take it as a sign to continue. Lifting his mask, you reveal brown and red stubble to his chin. His lips flushed with pink. The bottom lip slightly larger than the top. You felt your body drawn into him, wanting to feel those perfect lips on yours.

As you pondered how soft his lips must be, you watch as a smile forms at the edges of his mouth. “What I’m about to do cannot be done with your towel on,” Ghost mutters as he softly places a hand at your waist. He untucks the edge of your towel, allowing it to fall at your feet and his knees. His eyes fall upon your naked body. You watch as he licks his lips.

Ghost’s hands immediately press against the tops of your thighs, pushing you back onto the sink counter. A sharp breath escapes your lips as you feel the surface’s chill. He gradually leans in and presses his mouth against your skin. His lips softer than you predicted. You feel your lower back arch as you lean your head back. His lips felt like butterflies, leaving flutters and ripples with every touch. You could feel your skin on fire anytime he pulled away for another kiss.

Your hand involuntarily explores the top of his head. The grooved cloth beneath your fingertips adds to the satisfaction. Ghost's thumbs begin to circle your hip bones. A moan is let out as his tongue trails from your knee to inner thigh. You cannot deny all your blood rushing between your legs. You feel that familiar throbbing as you crave for his touch.

Suddenly, Ghost pulls his mouth from your sensitive skin. You look down in dismay, only to be gifted with those brown eyes staring back at you. You watch as a smile forms on those perfect lips. He slightly opens his mouth as his lashes close upon his eyes. Following his lead, your eyes close as well.

You feel his warm, wet mouth against your skin. Electricity shoots straight through your body, just as intense as any taser. You gasp as you hang your head back off of your shoulders. Your hand travels from his head onto his cheek. Underneath your palm, you can feel his mouth opening and closing as he places sweet kisses upon your nasty bits. His hot breath flushes against your skin, leaving you comforted.

Ghost's tongue presses hard against the most sensitive of your skin. In between moans, you whisper, "Yes, just like that." You hear a chuckle as his hands grip tighter onto your thighs. "Oh, you like that, love? What about this?" Ghost murmurs amusingly. His tongue curls and twists against you. You catch yourself gripping against the tuff of hair of you found on the side of his neck. A moan rips through your body as your hips thrust against his mouth.

"Mmmm, that's good," Ghost whispers. Even his words have direct lines to your pleasure sensors. "I want more," he growls. His tongue pushes firmly against you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. The pleasure is enough to pull you right out of the environment. Do you even know who you are? Who is he? What are you doing here? All these facts that mean nothing - details that mean nothing when his tongue flutters against you like that.

Abruptly, the details return. With a strong force, you push Ghost backwards. He stumbles upon his knees, but quickly readies himself for your next move. You grab hold of his neck and pull him up and onto you. One of his hands now against the back of your neck. The other tightly pressed against your chest. "I want you, Ghost," you murmur against his lips. His waist now between your legs. Your ankles tighten into a lock against his back. His eyes pull from your mouth and finally fall on yours. "Take me," he states.

Without pause, you quickly reach for his belt buckle. You feel the smoothed bumps of his abs as you pull up a bit of his shirt. Ghost's mouth places gentle kisses against your collarbone. They travel down to your chest and sternum. Your hands shake, something that frankly never happens, as you pull against his belt. A smile forms across his face once again as you grip onto his pants' buttons. You cannot help but match his smile.

As you reach for the zipper, you could feel the growing bulge against your hand. You feel the thumping of your blood as it travels to your lower extremities. "Look how hard you are for me, Lieutenant," you taunt as you pull down his heavy pants. "Only for you, Aero," Ghost's voice flutters against your chest. "Good," you state as your finger pulls his chin up to your mouth.

With a bite, your lips meet in an incredulous manner. You have never felt so aggressive in this setting. You push roughly against him, forcing him to stumble once again - this time with his pants gathered at his ankles. One hand holds tightly against his shirt as you push him against the bathroom wall. Your other hand is on the base of his thick cock. You swear you can feel it pulsate in your hand. The bit of precum helps as a lubricant against your palm. You know this part of him well now. Your hand pumps against his hardened tip. You feel his breath heavy against your cheek as you press your body against him.

"Oh, you like that, L.T.?" you taunt. You place a hardened kiss against Ghost's mouth, pulling away with a bit of his bottom lip tied between your teeth. You could see a little red of blood as you catch another glimpse of him. Those brown eyes with black saucer-like pupils. The mask hanging on for dear life at his cupid's bow. His pale mouth now reddened after a multitude of embraces.

"What about this?" he adds before you can finish admiring him. His hand places against your groin. You feel your breath taken away as his fingers and palm move beautifully in between your thighs. "Fuck," you gasp as you crash your forehead against the nape of his neck. As you struggle to maintain your rhythm, you quickly peer down to spit onto your hand. With a bit of lubrication, you can feel him harden beneath you. You cannot help but smile and press yourself firmer against his chest. He feels so. fucking. good.

Ghost's fingers begin to play tricks with you. They quickly change from fast and slow movements. You can feel bit of frustration burn a hole within your body. You know he's doing it on purpose. You squeeze tighter against his cock. He hisses against your cheek with gritted teeth. You smile as you crash your mouth against his once more.

Both of your hands move at a quickened pace. Thank goodness for that soldier stamina. You hear his breathing shift rapidly. "Fuck, Aero," he whispers. He flicks the "ro" of your callsign a bit longer as he rides through his high. He's close, you think to yourself. You maintain your movement as you feel his body move underneath you. Such a strong and firm body. "Cum for me," you mumble against his lips.

Almost as a reaction to your words, Ghost's movements become harder and rougher. How does he know exactly what you need? The abrupt change leaves you gasping - throwing you off your game. You feel a tightness at the pit of your stomach. A tingling sensation boiling over your temples and forehead. "Shit," you whimper as you struggle to hold your grip.

"Cum for me, baby," Ghost demands. You can hear the struggle in his voice as he is determined to last longer than you. As much as you would want to beat him at his own game, you cannot ignore the fluttering feeling in your chest. Your legs begin to tighten as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your mouth hangs open. He quickly places his lips against you, not wanting any breath to go to waste. "Ghost," you whimper as you feel your knees pull together. Your thighs clench against his wrist and arm. Your entire body feels the overwhelming pleasure that is Ghost.

With a mere mention of his name, Ghost cums alongside you. You feel his hot breath push against your mouth. His hands tense around you. His moans like music to your ears. You feel his hips rut against your palm. His warm cum splashes in your hands and upon both of your stomachs. With a chuckle, you look down to admire the mess you both have made upon each other. Cum everywhere, just how you like it.

Ghost smiles as his hand returns to the back of your neck. His grip hard and pulling at your hair. You watch him with excited eyes and a smile. "Join me for a shower?" he says as he abruptly drops his grasp. He quickly turns and begins to walk towards the showers, where this all began. He takes off his shirt, revealing several pale scars ripped against his back. Scars that peak your curiosity. Scars that match yours.

That's when he takes off the balaclava, turns on the shower head, and stands beneath the falling water.

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Obey Me! Nightbringer Lesson 40

I'm gonna start this post by venting a little, so please bear with me ^^"

It's been a rough few months.

The one thing I get the most joy from has also been turning me into a massive emotional wreck.

First, there was the finale of Attack on Titan. No lie or exaggeration, I cried for 3 whole days. And tonight I will be experiencing the same pain all over again since the Dub is scheduled to air.

Then Jujutsu Kaisen... Gojo. Nanami. Need I say more?

To break things up, I thought I would finally sit down and binge watch Fruits Basket. It was the one anime that I was surprisingly able to avoid all spoilers with. And like the fool I am, I thought "aww, this looks like such a cute anime! I bet this series won't be sad."

As I said... I'm a fool lol. But at least I wasn't crying alone. My Mom had watched the entirety of Fruits Basket with me, and she also shed some tears I shared the pain, mwhahaha! >:)

Now, I can add Obey Me! Nightbringer to the list of things that have made me sob like a baby.

This scene specifically :

I was seriously overwhelmed with emotions.

I couldn't stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. I tried my best to choke back my feelings. But I was unable to contain myself, and the ugly sobbing began.

I dunno.... Lucifer showing his genuine gratitude to us is just... so sweet and precious to me.

The part that actually made me cry is him telling us "May the path you walk in life be full of joy and happiness."

Lucifer.... There's literally no way that I could ever be happy without you and your brothers in my life!! T_T

Those 7 boys have been majorly responsible for my joy and happiness since the very beginning, and even though we were supposedly returning to them in the future/present... It still doesn't make saying goodbye to the past boys any easier.

Like... I would have clung onto Lucifer here and cried into his chest while apologizing for crying... But they mean so much to me, I just wouldn't be able to stop myself ; ^ ;

And ohhhhhh boyyyyy! When it came to us calling upon each of the brothers for their power and they each said goodbye to us.... Let's just say I was so happy that I was home alone because I was legit wailing, so much that even my dogs were looking at me like "what the Hell is wrong with you, you weird human?" xD

Then!

Even though I am skeptical, suspicious, and on guard about our "return" to the future/present... I burst into tears again when I read this :

Levi.... please don't cry.... you're making my tears well up again! T^T

And then to make matters even more emotional :

Welcome home! ; _ ;

I'm not sure if I'm just in a phase where I cry easily, or if I'm growing softer as I get older.... But either way, it's clear that my love, devotion, and feelings for fictional characters is more intense than ever before lol

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Pedro Pascal Character Fanfiction Recs | Vol 35

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Howdy folks!

Welcome to the Spreadsheet Digest, my weekly(ish) fic rec post. This is everything I read in the last two weeks. Good mix of the boys this week, though I'm still on my trend of not reading that much.

All info provided by the author unless it was blank, in which case I filled it in.

Fic Recs Below!

A Shade That's New

Din series by FallenFern (AO3)

After Mando and Grogu part he goes back to bounty hunting. But its not enough. Desperate to feel again Mando accepts a more dangerous line of work. He joins your small crew on a new job, putting you in close proximity whether you like it or not. Wary of anyone, especially Mandalorians, you try to keep him at arm's length. After all, anyone and everyone could be an enemy and you were going to treat him like one.Yeah, thats lasts long…

OFC!Shade, described as smaller than Mando, curly or wavy hair, able bodied, can blush/flush, Alternating 2nd Person POV. Smut, making shit up, not canon, after grogu and AU, emotional pain, plot with porn, enemies to lovers, slow burn, trauma, sexual tension, action and romance, blood and injury, blood kink, the helmet stays on, but it also comes off, blindfold, light bondage, sexual assualt, threats of rape (not by Mando), praise kink, begging, semi public sex, blaster kink, cock warming, daddy mando, oral sex (f and m receiving), smut marathon, I’ll kill anyone that touches you trope, demanding mando, comfort sex, minor character death, betrayal, mando to the rescue, revenge, reunion sex, say my name trope, edge play, rough sex, throat grabbing but not exactly choking

Repent Your Sins

Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

Ever since the Mandalorians reclaimed Mandalore, you’ve been apathetic about moving there. To top it all off, your mom got remarried. Your new stepdad, Din, suggests visiting the Living Waters to feel more connected to the creed. When you’re finally alone, pent up feelings come to the surface, leaving you to ask yourself— Are you really about to fuck your stepdad?

canon divergent, post season 3 finale, reader is able-bodied, stepcest, fingering, semi public sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (cyar’ika, mesh’la), light angst, Din’s a little creepy in this lmao, no use of y/n

His Living Fleshlight

Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

You catch Din masturbating in the cockpit of the Razor Crest and end up becoming his personal fuck toy.

reader is able-bodied, long live the Razor Crest, no Grogu, established relationship, masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie, Din can pick reader up, crying during sex, pet names (cyar’ika, good girl), no use of y/n

Ezra's Journal Entries

Ezra series by @littlemisspascal

This journal’s as good a place as any to admit the honest truth. So here it is: I wish with the entirety of my bloody, beating heart I could be the man you deserve, little love of mine. — Ezra recovers after the events of the film with the aid of a journal and the love of his life.

angsty fluff, Ezra’s dealing with the aftermath of the Green, language, 1st person POV (Ezra), dialogue in italics, angsty fluff, night terrors, PTSD, Ezra dealing with the aftermath of the Green, language, overuse of space metaphors, grief/dealing with loss of a sibling, mild reference of past injury, Part 11 could be read as suicidal ideation so please skip/be warned of that segment due to possible triggers

Tick

Frankie one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Your husband hasn't come home after a night of drinking yet again. You wait up for him and contemplate the years and events leading up to this moment.

reader is able-bodied and has a child, though no mention of giving birth to it. I am choosing not to tag everything so as to avoid spoilers. There are heavy themes here: drug and alcohol abuse, implied smuts, implied PTSD and some of the things that go along with that.

midnight strikes, where is my prince

Frankie one shot by @undercoverpena

he had been your neighbour. a man you'd stare at through blinds when he’d been on the front lawn. a man you’re now staring at through splintered shards of your mirror—because he saved you.

ANGST 😂. there’s mentions of a break-in. frankie is there and he has a gun, so you know we’re okay. angst. inspired by a scene from scandal-if you know, you know

Relájate, hermosa

Javi P one shot by @beskarandblasters

On the night of your birthday, Javi has a special surprise for you.

reader is able-bodied, established relationship, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, restraints, pet names (hermosa), Spanish dirty talk (translations included at the end), no use of y/n

amateur

Joel one shot by @ezrasbirdie

After a breakup, Joel invites you over to watch a football game and you arrive a little earlier than he expects. Or: Joel gets caught watching porn.

smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 24, Joel is 40), dad's best friend, a sprinkle of daddy kink, dry humping, male masturbation, Joel indulges in Internet pornography, reader wears a skirt, reader calls him Mr. Miller, use of baby girl, Joel is confused about the Internet, a smidgen of insecurity, soft Joel, bossy Joel, some very light teasing degradation, Joel likes bush

Run Rabbit

Joel/Reader/Tommy series by @justagalwhowrites

It was just over a year after the world ended that you were captured by Joel and Tommy Miller. They're harsh, they're cold and they're killers. But, as a nurse, you're a valuable person to have around and he's not the worst thing wandering the wasteland that was the United States. And there might be more to these men than meets the eye.

Dom Joel, Threesome - MFM, Mildly Dubious Consent, Attempted Sexual Assault, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Stockholm Syndrome, Brat Tamer Joel, Canon-Typical Violence, Dom/sub Undertones, Anal Sex

some good friend

Tim Rockford one shot by @covetyou

Nerves were coiling in his belly in a way they typically only did at the end of a big case. There was no judge or jury here, no sentence, no surprise acquittal. There was just your door, and the promise of everything that lay beyond it. And it made him nervous.

pegging, anal fingering, praise kink, mild glove kink, very mild feminization, masturbation, Tim has body image issues and a bit of an identity crisis, kind of coming untouched, sex work, comfort

gonna make you sweat

Javi P one shot by @mypoisonedvine

he's your dad's best friend, he's a narc, he's the guy you've been calling 'tio' most of your life... so he's not the guy you want to run into when you're out partying a little too hard.

dubcon smut (18+ only; oral f receiving, unprotected sex, reader is under the influence and under duress), age gap (not specified but it's big lol but they are of course both adults), dad's best friend trope, pseudo incest (reader calls javi tio/uncle but they are not related), drug use, jealousy, unprotected sex, orgasm control, rough/aggressive sex, we're talking complete total and permanent gut rearrangement, crying during sex (from overstimulation not like, being sad), hair pulling, 'sir' kink (briefly), creampie, basically just a kinky filthy mess idk what else to say

you're mine, little dove

Joel one shot @mountainsandmayhem

You’ve always loved walking at night, but an unexpected visitor goes from the most terrifying to most erotic night of your life.

predator/prey dynamics, ropes, blindfolding, gagging, non consent, consensual non consent, oral, fingering, unprotected P in V, dirty talk, pet names (little dove, baby girl etc.)

Happy Reading!

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #ppcu fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction

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tastybluesprite · 6 months

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Appreciate the little things

Ok so I love them so freaking much!!! Ahhh I need a third season for this show immediately! Let’s just say this is how I cope 🥲

Warnings: This is a tickle fic so if that isn’t your cup of tea please just keep scrolling. Also MAJOR spoilers for season 2 so if you if you haven’t finished season 2 of this show, be aware.

Summery: Things are slowly going back to normal. All Lu Guang wants to do is rest and relax. But he has Cheng Xiaoshi for a friend however…

So much had happened in the past few weeks. From Lu Guang getting stabbed, and landing himself in the hospital, to Li Tianxi dying in Qiao Lings arms, and then to top it all off, her twin brother Lin Tianchen getting away again. Not to mention Cheng Xiaoshi himself getting shot. You could say they’ve had quite the hectic and eventful week. They needed to finally be able to wind down. What better way to do that than have a little party. To celebrate Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guangs discharge from the hospital.

And so, Cheng Xiaoshi, Lu Guang, and Qiao Ling all sat in the decorated living room as they munched on celebratory cake. Well, that is except for one person.

“Hey Lu Guang! Stop with that mopey face!” Cheng Xiaoshi pointed at his partners face with annoyance. “At least eat some cake!”

Lu Guang sighed and made a “tsk” sound as he looked away from him, making Cheng Xiaoshi dramatically gasp. He did not survive a stabbing, take all that time healing, and then get discharged from the hospital, just to deal with this guys whining again.

Although a part of him kinda missed it. Moments like these where he was just being a pain. That was when he truly started to feel at home. But he wasn’t going to admit that to Cheng Xiaoshi. Nuh-uh. Not in a million years.

“Don’t you ‘tsk’ at me!!!” Cheng Xiaoshi cried.

“Please just shut up and eat your cake.” Lu Guang deadpanned.

“How dare you! You know what Lu Guang, I’ve been waiting weeks for your wound to heal until I could finally do this!” Cheng Xiaoshi followed this statement with tackling the white haired boy to the ground, although making sure not to be too rough since, after all they had only just healed from their injuries.

“Guys! Seriously you just got discharged!” Qiao Ling told the pair sternly. “The last thing we need is for both or either of you to end up in the hospital again.”

Her words fell on deaf ears however, as they both wrestled right there on the floor. Suddenly, she heard a loud cry and worriedly looked towards the two to see what had happened, only to see that Lu Guang had then bursted into laughter, and was weakly pushing at Cheng Xiaoshi who was on top of him. It seemed the raven head had started tickling him.

“Coochie coochie coo!!!” Cheng Xiaoshi teased with a mischievous grin. “Still as ticklish as ever huh, Lu Guang?”

Lu Guang couldn’t fight the heat that lit up his face as he tried weakly to fight against his attacker. “AhahaHAhahasshohohole!!!” Lu Guang cried out through his laughter.

“Hey! Cmon you know better than to insult me like that! Especially when you’re at my mercy!!!” He cried out dramatically, as if he was some villain character, stuffing his hands into his best friends armpits.

Qiao Ling couldn’t help rolling her eyes at that, as she ate more of her cake and watched the two on the floor, Lu Guang struggling as Cheng Xiaoshi made his playful and light hearted attacks.

“N-nahAHaHahaohohoho dOHOHOhohohont!!!”

“Don’t what?”

If his brain wasn’t being absolutely scrambled from the extreme stimulus going through his body, Lu Guang probably wouldn’t have fallen for it. Unfortunately his brain was in fact scrambled at the moment.

“TihIHIhIhihckle mEHEHEH!!!”

Cheng Xiaoshi smirked. “Tickle you? Sure I will!!!!” And dug into his belly (although he made sure to avoid the injury, being a bit more gentle with that area).

“N-NAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHAHASE!!!” Lu Guang shrieked.

“Seheheriously Lu Guang? Dihid your belly get more ticklish since the injury? You’re like, almost as bad as me now!” Cheng Xiaoshi said with his own laughter.

Lu Guang couldn’t possibly have gotten any more embarrassed as Cheng Xiaoshi relentlessly teased him.

Soon Cheng Xiaoshi saw a pained expression develop on his face and he realized he might be causing a bit of discomfort.

He let up and got off the poor guy. Lu Guang lay there, trying to catch his breath, his stomach feeling a bit sore now from both the laughter and tickle attack to his belly.

“Ugh… please Cheng Xiaoshi…. I’m still recovering after all…” he muttered.

“I’m so sorry! Are you ok? Did I hurt you? Do we need to call the hospital???” Cheng Xiaoshi asked him, extreme worry filling his voice.

“This is why I told you not to mess around!” Qiao Ling told the pair, shaking her head and going to help Lu Guang up.

“Don’t worry.” Lu Guang reassured them. “I’m fine. You don’t really don’t have to treat me as if I’m fragile.”

“Are you sure?” Cheng Xiaoshi asked.

The white haired boy nodded as he groaned through his attempt to get up. Cheng Xiaoshi grabbed his hand to help him up and back onto his chair he was previously sitting in.

“Are you sure you don’t want ice or something? I truly am sorry. I should’ve been more careful.” Cheng Xiaoshi was still worried.

Lu Guang sighed. “Don’t worry about it, really. I’m fine. It’s just still a little sore that’s all.” He gently rested a hand to his abdomen to emphasize his point.

“Although… there is something that might help.” He added.

Both Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling looked at him curiously.

Suddenly Lu Guang tackled Cheng Xiaoshi, this time not to the floor, but keeping him on the couch as he fell on his back, unleashing a brutal tickle attack on his stomach.

“NYAHAHAHA LUHUHU GUAHAHAHANG!!!!” Cheng Xiaoshi cried as he struggled, trying to pry his friends hands off. But it was to no avail, as the white haired boy went right under his shirt, sunk his fingers deep in, and vibrated his whole hand into his soft belly.

Cheng Xiaoshi shrieked and threw his head back, melting into high pitched hysterical cackles. He writhed and squirmed but the tickling made him too weak to escape.

Soon he started choking in laughter and Lu Guang knew to give him a break.

“Damn… whahahat… the hehehell…” he painted.

Lu Guang bit back a smile. “It’s just a bit of pay back.”

“Augh well you’re lucky I care so much about your injuries otherwise I’d get you right back!” Cheng Xiaoshi declared.

Lu Guang couldn’t help rolling his eyes. He was always so dramatic about everything.

“Anyway… so does that mean you’re for sure ok then?”

Lu Guang nodded.

Cheng Xiaoshi hummed in uncertainty. “Well… if you say so. Or… nod anyway. Will you at least eat some cake then?” He offered up.

Lu Guang thought about it. Then he shrugged “I supposed one slice couldn’t hurt.”

“Oh yeah!!!” Cheng Xiaoshi cheered, going to cut his partner a piece. “Lu Guang finally getting in on the action!”

Qiao Ling smiled at the two. She missed this. She missed them. She missed being able to hang out and spend quality time together as friends again instead of worrying about stupid powers and downright crazy people. If only things could stay this way forever.

Thx for reading ❤️

#sprite🥤#tickling #tickle fic #link click #lee!lu guang #ler!cheng xiaoshi #cheng xiaoshi #lu guang #qiao ling #shiguang daili ren #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickle fluff #sfw tickle fic #link click tickling

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laurfilijames · 7 months

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Okay, I’m here, I’m making myself comfortable 😌

I’m avoiding SOA talk until I finish season seven, so I don’t stumble onto anything (honestly shocked I’ve managed to stay spoiler free for so long)

So, our man Will Miller… do you have any of your own head cannons for the most reserved of the Triple Frontier boys?

Ooooo yay!!!!!!! I was so happy to see this in my inbox you have no idea 🤗💗 Sorry it took me so long to answer, I'm hosting family at my cottage this weekend and there are dogs and children everywhere and not a moments peace 😅

Totally fair to avoid SOA talk! I'm glad you've managed to remain spoiler-free until this point!

You bet your ass I have headcanons about the Captain! This man is on my mind day and night and each time I watch TF, more thoughts (and thots) and ideas come up and I simply can't get enough.

So, here's a few I'll share that maybe some will agree with and maybe some won't!

The Miller's had a rough upbringing. Their dad was a drunk and their mom left when they were fairly young, resulting in Will stepping up to care for Benny and making sure he was looked after, earning Will his seriousness and maturity far sooner than he should've.

Because of that, Will was out of that house as soon as possible, having enlisted the day he turned 17.

Growing up, Will taught Benny how to fight and defend himself, making him feel less guilty about leaving his younger brother at home without him when he went away.

Because he saw what happened to his parents, Will doesn't drink much. He doesn't like the loss of control and hates the emotions it stirs up in him when he does have a couple more than he normally would. He will have a beer or two with the guys or enjoy a glass of wine with dinner occasionally, but never enough to even get a buzz.

He keeps track of everything because it helps him process things. He never wants to forget the things he's done; good or bad. It helps him stay accountable for his actions and he's not the type of guy to kid himself into thinking his position can justify it, and he's learned over the years to acknowledge rather than bury what's happened. The numbers are sort of a certainty for him and help ground him.

Will doesn't sleep well. He suffers from nightmares often, and on nights when they don't happen, he's usually awake on account of his own thoughts. When a nightmare does happen, he wakes up in a full sweat and more often than not it's accompanied by screaming and thrashing around. To help pass the hours when he isn't able to fall back asleep, he'll go for a run to get rid of that anxious energy or hit the 24 hour gym.

I'm one to believe that his relationship with his ex-fiancée wasn't the best, that maybe they had been together since they were young and over the years grew apart and fell out of love as they changed and got older. Will's choice in career caused a lot of stress between them and wedged them apart even more, and unfortunately she took advantage of his deployments to indulge in affairs with men who suited her better. The Publix incident was the last straw for her; she wasn't willing to stick around to try to help him through things and abandoned him completely, leaving him to spiral before picking himself back up again with the help of his brother and friends.

I honestly could keep going but I'll stop there! Please, please, please if you or anyone else has opinions on any of this and wants to discuss it further send me an ask or reblog this. I just love talking about my man 😩💗

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brightymir · 2 years

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𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 "𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨" 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐎𝐓 / 𝐒𝐍𝐊 [𝐝𝐫]

》 contains: manga spoilers, misspellings

》 genre: angst

》 characters: eren, mikasa, armin, levi, hange x gn!reader

》 wc: ±1k

》 author's notes: hehehe i told u guys i'll have something up before my birthday! this one's not fluff though, but i hope i'll have inspiration to write for fluff soon. i think it's the lack of crush but yes. i bought a new book so i might disappear for a few days too. notes and reblogs are appreciated! hope you enjoy this >\\<

— italicized : reader || — red : both

❀ eren jaeger

: but i love you...

: so?

: please let me-

: go.

— you knew well from the get go that it was difficult to love this man, it would not be easy making your way into his heart. he did not give even the slightest chance nor leeway for you to wriggle into his romantic life, and did not glance your way twice.

but you refused to give him up so easily. someone like eren jaeger was like a diamond in the rough, a once in a lifetime. he made you feel so many things that he did not even know he was making you feel, and that only added to the pounding feeling in your chest.

however to him, you were nothing but a pawn he could use, someone foolish enough to sacrifice their life for him so he could achieve his pursuit of freedom. all you were to him was a little idiot who was blinded by love, stupid enough to fall for him.

or so you thought.

he's a lot of things. the founding titan, the attack titan, the warhammer titan, the hope of eldia, the hero of paradis. and above all, the man you love.

and you? you're a soldier, a member of the regiment, quite strong but not so strong, an insignificant someone who was willing to give up your life for him.

however you're not omniscient.

and you can never know that he was only pushing you away for your own sake.

you can never know that he'll orchestrate the biggest crime in the world and paint him as the villain, you as the hero.

you can never know that his eyes always looks for you amidst the sea of green coats embroidered with dual-colored wings.

you can never know his true intentions, his true feelings, his true thoughts.

because nobody knows what's inside of him.

that's how it's always been. and that's how it will always be.

so, go. leave and turn your back on him. because he is humanity's greatest enemy. he is an abomination to the world.

go. leave and turn your back on him. because he is the man that you love. he is the boy who sought freedom.

and between freedom and you? pfft. isn't it obvious which one he'll choose?

❀ mikasa ackerman

: but-

: i love you, so-

: please let me go

— she was one of a kind, figuratively and literally. she always seemed aloof from the world and almost non-existent, yet she is very well aware of everyone's dilemma. and you, little soldier, and your feelings are acknowledged by her as well.

even your other colleagues has their eyes set on her, but it seemed that the woman was only there for her friends, only there to protect them. and although people berated the scouts and called you guys "all muscles and no brain", it wouldn't take too long to see that the girl only has her affection reserved for someone.

she does not know how to deal with the affection and admiration she receieves from others, and often just turns a blind eye to such matters. she, after all, knows better than to give away false hope and motives to other people. her indifference and aloofness, however, pulls you in even more.

and you're not one to give up so easily.

she was so many things. an ackerman, a descendant of the shogun, the hope of hizuru, a strong veteran of the regiment, a big sister to everyone, the woman you love.

and silly little you. a recruit from the garrison, was too afraid to venture beyond the walls, throws up after shooting someone to death. the very opposite of her.

though indifferent, she avoids loose ends all the time.

the most she can do is turn you down as politely as she can, choosing her words carefully.

all she can do is to try to push you away when you persist and throw yourself at her.

all she can do is to avoid contact with you and turn the other side when she sees you across the hall.

all she can do is pretend that you no longer exist in her eyes and that all you are to her is a comrade, for that is all you'll ever be to her.

because her eyes, heart, and soul are for someone else.

that's how it's always been. and that's how it will always be.

please let her go. set her free from the heavy burden of your admiration for her. in the first place, she's not responsible for those feelings.

let her go. are you damn blind and can't see that she'll never reciprocate that love?

it's not a matter of accepting the feelings. it's a matter of whose feelings she'll accept.

❀ armin arlert

: i love you

: so please-

: let me go

— it has been years since the genocide, and armin was doing great at his job as a diplomat. slowly but surely redeeming paradis and eldia, continuing the peace talks with other nations of the world and building a desirable place for the next generations.

and he comes home in his house in shiganshina, exhausted and fatigued from all the events and meetings. he closes his eyes and lets the tears fall as he cries out your name, voice cracking to a sob, head buried in his hands as he keeps on weeping.

his reddened eyes sweep over the room and looks for any lingering presence of you. your coat and uniform still neatly hung in the rack. your boots kept clean inside a box. your cape folded neatly and kept in a glass frame.

he's not one to forget so quickly.

he used to be the colossal titan, is the 15th commander of the regiment, is the diplomat representing the island of paradis. he's the man who still longs for you.

you were a veteran like him, a strong and righteous soldier, a brave and driven comrade, a caring friend to all. you're the person who perished in the battlefield, fighting for humanity.

he's a manipulator, being manipulated by his feelings.

he remembers you clear as day, so warm like the sand beneath his feet the first time he saw the ocean.

remembers you so sweetly, like the ice cream you two shared during your first visit in marley.

remembers you dearly, like the nights you spent at solace and peace, like the calm before the storm.

remembers you so happily, like the day you said yes to his proposal and planned a future for the both of you. a future robbed from the two of you.

fate is such a cruel and mean thing, especially to him.

that's how it's always been. and that's how it will always be.

but he can't let you go though. he definitely cannot, not when you live so vividly in his memories, shining brightly like the way the ocean reflects the sunlight.

he can't let you go, with your eyes so soft and full of love in the photo you two took before hell broke loose; that photo framed and placed on his bedside table.

he can never let go, not when you haunt him so lovingly that you're almost his drug.

❀ levi ackerman

: but i love you

: so?

: please let me go

— humanity's strongest soldier isn't the strongest at everything, rather, he has times of vulnerability and weakness. often, it was in his confinement and when he's all by himself, when no one is around to witness such an embarrassing side of him.

the side of him who still yearns for you, your presence and existence — which vanished long ago in the war. it was funny really, that he, who never wanted to walk this path, is the last one to be standing. standing atop a tall mountain of the corpses of his comrades and friends.

he's the one to live a peaceful and serene, quiet life, all thanks to the sacrifice and devotion of other scouts. especially yours. he could never seem to just get rid of you in his mind, you were always lingering there, eager to bother him.

he fell and sank deeper into the abyss called you.

he's levi ackerman, humanity's strongest soldier, a reliable veteran of the regiment, a captain of a squad. he's the man you love, be it when you were breathing and until in the afterlife.

you were a veteran like him, fighting alongside each other, growing tougher as you clawed your way to the top to survive and stand atop the pile of corpses of your comrades.

he's so strong, yet so weak. just a pair of broken shoes.

he had to be drunk on something, what a joke that he also adapted the mindset of his uncle.

he's drunk on something, on your lingering scent and the echoes of your voice even though it was never really there

he's drunk on you, the way you enter his dreams and asking him to let you go and let you rest in peace.

he's drunk on his hallucinations, the false images of you in the kitchen, the garden, the living room. the false warmth he thought he feels in the cold of the night.

you were a liquor he'd gladly take everyday instead of water.

that's how it's always been. and that's how it will always be.

so, don't bother pleading him to let you go and set you free. he didn't beg you to stay, so don't expect him to set you free so easily. he's drunk on you.

and though the love you have to give is a lot and overwhelming, he simply can't take it as an incentive for letting you go, no.

you'll always live in his mind, even if all you are is a smoky haze induced by a liquor.

❀ hange zoë

: but i love you so

: please let me go

— a few months following the reclaim of wall maria, the scout regiment had been busy with a lot of things and missions and naturally, a lot of pressure fell onto hange's shoulders. and you, a veteran like her, had the responsibility of assisting in various tasks.

paradis gradually opened to the world, the same way hange's heart began to bloom feelings for you. perhaps it was the way you two spent the most time together, or it was the two of you who had the biggest sense of responsibility. either way, she did not deny that sensation.

the shift in her treatment towards you did not go unnoticed. she went out of her ways so many time for the sake of your convenience and comfort. even making subtle gestures to proclaim her romantic intentions for you, so often that a person might be blind if they don't see how much she loves you.

however, her affection and advances were overwhelming.

she's only so much. the 14th commander of the scout regiment, the titan freak, the smartest person in paradis. the woman who loves you.

and you? just another veteran who stood beside hange and aided her with her every call for assistance. someone righteous and did not bow down to others when it came to her safety.

with that, a realization struck you while doing paperwork.

she doesn't love you. she loves the memory of him in you.

she loves the way you always stand tall and dominating when facing other people, just the way he did.

she loves the way you stop her from doing something foolish she might regret soon, just the way he did.

she loves the way you never looked down on her despite her craziness when it involves titans, just the way he did.

she loves the way you remain humble and keep a low profile whenever it involves her, but never hesistant when you know she's being taken advantage for. the way she is your utmost priority, just the way he did.

you were a living memory of him, a glimpse of them.

that's how it's always been. and that's how it will always be.

you always silently plead for her to let you go and just see you as yourself, not because you mirror someone she treasured so much.

you know how much hange relied on him, but it was way too unfair that she only made these advances when it was too late. she only loves the image of him in you.

so if she won't let you go, then you will.

you charged at the horde of colossal titans, buying them some time to get the aircraft going.

hopefully, she can let you go now.

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agnol117 · 5 months

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i haven't thought of myself as my deadname since i was fifteen.

this wasn't intentional, but i don't think it was unintentional, either. i'd adopted the name "Agnol" online by then, taking a word i'd learned in french and chopping off letters until i was left with a word that was just sounds, and wasn't necessarily masculine (it's worth noting that "Agnol" is also the name of a superboss in Pokémon Colosseum, and that may have inspired me, but i don't recall ever reaching that boss). this wasn't really for trans reasons, not at the time. if you'd asked fifteen year old me about it, i probably wouldn't have had anything positive to say about being trans, if I had anything to say at all. but even then, there was a sort of sense in my mind that "deadname" was my body, while "Agnol" was me, in a way that was separate from my body.

in addition to all of this, i'd been playing as the girl in any game that let me since Dragon Warrior III on the gameboy color. truthfully, this came in waves, especially in Pokémon games -- i'd make a girl character, get embarassed about it, restart as the boy, get frustrated that that didn't "feel" right, restart as a girl, and repeat the cycle. eventually i just took to getting both versions, one to play "publically" at school as the boy, one to play on my own as the girl. and while all this was going on, i played around with names. i won't go through them all, but suffice it to say that it took me a while to settle on "jill," a name that feels right in a way i'm not going to get into here, and by the time i did i was pretty willing to actually acknowledge that i was, in fact, trans. i was also, by this time, thirty-one. it had been a rough decade and a half, and even then, i'd spent quite a lot of that time actively avoiding thinking about gender stuff.

all of this now brings us to Earthbound. there's gonna be pretty heavy spoilers here, and while it is a thirty year old game and most of what I've got to say has been kinda brough into the pop culture knowledge of Earthbound, this is your chance to turn back.

i'd been using "jill" as my name for characters when i could for about a year and a half when i got to my first playthrough of Earthbound. i'm not out in real life, because for reasons involving my health and safety, i can't be. so i was jill in games, in the places i could be. but, well, as much as i wished it didn't, that always felt like a character i was playing. and really, that's to be expected. much as i might wish i was, i'm not a pokémon trainer. even things like OneShot, where you as player are ostensibly a character in the story, didn't really feel like i was really "there." it didn't really feel like me.

Earthbound changed that.

at a certain point in Earthbound, you're prompted to enter your name. notably, the game specifies that it's asking for your name. you, the player. it verifies this later, but after that, you still have like four more dungeons to go through and a bunch of story shit happens and honestly i forgot it happened.

and then you get to Giygas.

i have a lot of feelings about this fight, but really, most of them aren't relevant here. the important part is how the fight ends. you reach a point where your characters cannot damage Giygas anymore. that's actually underselling it -- the fight reachs a point where you can't even understand what Giygas is doing to your characters anymore. it's become a meme at this point, but "You cannot grasp the true form of Giygas's attack!" is legitimately terrifying. you're not even fighting a clearly defined opponent anymore. you're fighting the background.

and Paula prays.

the game kind of obliquely hints at this, but having played Mother (which is, in retrospect, a truly tragic name for the series) previously and knowing that when you fought Giygas in that, you beat him by singing a lullaby at him until he has a mental breakdown and leaves (it's that kind of series), i kind of expected this. Paula prays, and as she does, various other characters in the game sense it, and they pray for you and add their strength to yours. and then, after praying a bunch of times and getting help from so many of your friends, your prayers stop working. Paula's call is absorbed by the darkness. but she tries one more time, and someone answers.

you.

the player.

the name you put in.

this was...moving. this touched me in a way that i struggle to find words for. i said in a previous post about this that after beating Earthbound, i had to go take a nap, and i wasn't kidding. it has been a week since i finished the game, and i'm still trying to process this. because they called out to me, and they did so using the name i've picked for myself. they needed me, and the me they needed is the me i've been trying to be for so long. for so long that when i first felt that longing, that feeling that i wasn't who everyone was telling me i was, i didn't have the words for it. i didn't know it was a thing i could feel. and Ness and his friends needed me. the person i want to be. the person i really am.

and my god, that just meant the world to me.

#jill plays games #earthbound #trans thoughts #trans #transfemme

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butterflydm · 1 year

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wot on prime rewatch: 1x5 - blood calls blood

spoilers through the end of season one of the wheel of time. I will do a reblog of this soon after I post it, with additional book-related spoilers.

1. We open on the funeral for the fallen and I just love the bookends that this episode gives us. Lan is the one who bury the fallen king (appropriate!) and Stepin is the one to bury Kerene. Stepin also takes Kerene’s ring with him (to take back to the White Tower. In this burial, they go straight into the ground, with a shroud covering them. And Lan also puts a hand on Stepin’s shoulder to comfort him. Lan and Moiraine share a wordless moment after Kerene has been laid to rest. The way the burial site is structured as a wheel really plays into the theme of the Wheel and reincarnation. I love how often we get nods to the importance of the Wheel of Time in all of the customs of the westlands. It really does make the world feel so grounded in the metaphysics of how their world works.

2. And now we get our “one month later” time skip. This is the real place where I mourn Rafe not getting ten episodes (*shakes fist at amazon*), because I feel very sure that we would have had at least one episode set here during what is currently a big time skip of everyone traveling towards Tar Valon. But, to recap how their journeys are going: Nynaeve, Moiraine, & Lan - solemn but uneventful, with pretty much everything put on hold until the White Tower; Perrin & Egwene - chill and uneventful, company and dances and plenty of hot food; Rand and Mat - hellish trauma-bonding nightmare where Mat is constantly getting worse and worse and they don’t dare get to close to anyone lest that person get murdered by the Fade that is chasing them. Everyone else kinda gets to take a break during the travel to Tar Valon, but Mat and Rand are going through an extremely traumatic month together. Extreme prolonged trauma can literally rewire the way your brain works; just something to keep in mind for the future!

3. Now that he isn’t a channeler anymore, Logain isn’t being transported in a cage, only on a horse with a noose around around his neck. He is chained up, but it’s clear that he’s not being taken seriously as a danger anymore. And he looks so empty and blank here.

4. Lan and Moiraine have a brief conversation on the meaning of home -- Moiraine says that she views her life traveling with him as her companion as her home, not Tar Valon. We also get a brief update on Nynaeve’s status: eating every night at the Warders’ fire but not having any deep conversations with anyone. And probably avoiding the Aes Sedai as much as possible, lol. We also,know, from what Nynaeve said in episode 8, that she stops being able to ‘hear the wind’ after her burst of power at the end of episode 4, so she’s probably also struggling with that right now. She’s basically lost her ‘sixth sense’. But Lan can tell that Nynaeve is worrying over Stepin and his reaction to losing Kerene.

5. Something of interest to me is... the emptiness of losing an Aes Sedai kinda feels like it parallels the emptiness of an Aes Sedai losing their connection to the One Power? I guess it feels like Stepin and Logain have similar vibes right now -- they’ve both essentially lost their will to live, because of much of that will was tethered to this greater purpose that they’d had.

6. Next we check in on Rand and Mat. And, boy, Mat looks ROUGH. He also snaps at a child who accidentally runs into him, which of course worries Rand because Mat is so good with kids and very gentle with them, so this is majorly out of character. Rand worries over Mat and Mat tries to brush him off. It’s confirmed that they’ve spent “a month without a warm bed” during the time skip - they’ve just been on the run the whole time. They also lost their horses at some point -- possibly traded so that they would have money for food and for the cloaks that they’re wearing over the clothes they had before, because I don’t think we saw those before.

7. When Rand sees Dragonmount, he feels struck by it, as if he’s seen it before. Another gorgeous landscape shot that shows us Tar Valon and Dragonmount behind it. Then they enter Tar Valon itself. I love this shot too. We can see the mountain in the distance again and the city itself has so many different people going on (camels! parrots!). Rand tries some of the sample street food, but Mat says he’s not hungry. Instead of going to the White Tower directly, Rand leads them to an inn that Thom told him about. We know from what Rand tells Nynaeve later that this is mostly due to worrying about what the idea of going to the White Tower might mean with Mat displaying so many symptoms of potentially being able to channel.

8. I do think we’re getting a big heap of “Rand in denial” during this episode. Mat is so visibly sick and so visibly not himself that it’s probably easy for Rand to believe that all this must mean that Mat is the Dragon, and that any oddities about Rand’s own past are just that - oddities that he can dismiss as important. Deep in the back of Rand’s mind, he’s worried that it has to be him, but Mat is just so CLEARLY unwell.

9. Oh! Fainspotting! I actually did notice the whistling first, and then you only see him from the back, but he’s watching as Rand and Mat make their way through the streets of Tar Valon. Given that Fain DOES use the dagger at the end of the season, I’m thinking that he did go through Shadar Logoth during his search for the kiddos? I must once again be a touch sad that we were lost the episode 8 Mat-Fain standoff that was likely written in the original, pre-covid version of the episode. I love the 7th & 8th episodes, but I definitely agree that they likely would have been even more epic if they hadn’t needed to do emergency re-writes for everything that they lost due to the covid delay (as a reminder, they lost: a whole entire main character actor (Mat); an important secondary character actor (Ingtar); an entire set location (the Blight); and their entire Trolloc stunt-team (which meant they needed to be CG instead of practical). It’s astonishing that episodes 7 & 8 are as good as they are, given how much they needed to scramble and replace. The fact that Rafe was able to do so well in such incredibly adverse circumstances made me MORE inclined to trust his hand on the tiller, not less. That is some tough showrunning to wrangle! Anyway, back to Fain -- guessing that he was called in by the Fade that Dana called? Rand and Mat’s group is really the only ones who are isolated enough that they can be spied on this way tbh.

10. They get a room for the night (which Rand notes is more expensive than a whole month would have been at the Winespring Inn back home), and Mat immediately lies down on one of the two beds, with Rand’s worry just radiating off him. Mat asks for reassurance from Rand, to tell him that he didn’t kill the family/the little girl back on the farm, and Rand reassures him that he didn’t. Mat is so full of self-loathing here and Rand is So Soft (amazingly enough, this still wasn’t what made me ship them, though I am completely heart-eyes over it now) when he tries to comfort Mat and tell him that he didn’t kill that family. It’s clear that Rand has needed to reassure Mat on this point many times over the course of their month together.

11. Moiraine and Lan escort Nynaeve into the White Tower. She’s going to be staying in the Warders quarters. I am, again, loving this thing that S1 has set up where Nynaeve clearly feels a much strong bond (lol) to the Warders than to the Aes Sedai. Love it. Moiraine tells her that this is the safest place for her to hide from all the other Sisters, and Nynaeve breaks in to tell her that she doesn’t care at all about Aes Sedai politics - she cares about the missing kiddos. Moiraine says that she has eyes-and-ears in the city itself, so she’ll know when/if the kiddos arrive. Nynaeve, though, doesn’t trust that Moiraine will actually tell her and, tbh, she probably would not have. Moiraine warns Nynaeve to be careful around the Aes Sedai in the Tower, and that the Aes Sedai will want her to be a novice.

12. Moiraine tries to bond with Nynaeve here and Nynaeve is Not Ready for this bonding experience. It really is kinda funny here how obvious it feels that Moiraine definitely has become fond of Nynaeve and that Nynaeve really doesn’t see it at all.

13. Perrin and Egwene as they travel on with the Tuatha’an. Perrin is still trying to poke holes in their life philosophy. Perrin says they’re being hypocrites by preaching non-violence but letting their dogs eat meat; Aram says that they don’t deny that violence exists - they accept it. Egwene is so bubbly and happy here. Even though some things were adjusted so that Egwene HAD to go rather than choosing to go, we do see here her delight in engaging with another culture and getting to go on an adventure. It’s pretty clear that Egwene has had a relaxing and enjoyable month. We also get a fun wolf joke here “One more turnip curry and I’ll be joining the dogs”.

14. They are in sight of the White Tower and Egwene reaffirms to Perrin that she’s sure their friends will be waiting for them (and she’s being very cute here, jumping on Perrin and then holding his arm). But! They are now about to face their own trauma after getting to have a relaxing month: Whitecloaks are blocking them. But not just any Whitecloaks, but the ones that they met back during episode 2 - including Valda, who promised that he would remember all their faces.

15. Valda spots them from a distance and orders them to be brought to him. The Tuatha’an stand in the Whitecloaks way to give Perrin and Egwene a chance to get out of there. The Whitecloaks get violent with the Tuatha’an but Aram reassures Egwene that they won’t KILL them, only hurt them. Unfortunately, despite the Tuatha’an best efforts, the Whitecloaks do capture Egwene and Perrin.

16. Just an easter egg at this point, but Rand is looking at the Prophecies of the Dragon right before he meets Loial. We see that Rand is on a hair-trigger as well, not just Mat. There’s also an interesting canon change here where Ogier are unknown by the general people of Tar Valon. Poor Rand is just deeply confused by Loial and a bit put-off by Loial’s insistence that he’s Aiel. I’m also fine with how they made Loial look -- it’s much more cost-effective to have practical make-up than CG for his ears, etc, so it will hopefully mean we get more scenes with him in S2 & the future. Loial has already decided that he likes Rand, because Rand is an oddity.

17. We got a bit of nostalgia from Egwene in the last episode, and now another bit of it from Rand here. But then he spots Mat outside the window and dashes out to keep an eye on him. Mat climbs up to sit in a window to watch the official procession of Logain being brought back to the Tower (now back in a cage). They are basically pretending to the city that he can still channel and that they’re doing things The Proper Way. People are jeering at him and throwing vegetables. Mat is watching with quite a lot of melancholy.

18. I really love this scene between Rand and Mat so much. The Promise (TM). The worry that Rand has towards Mat, and the muted worry that he has about himself as well. You can feel Rand’s affection towards Mat so strongly here. But the focus here is on Rand’s worry for Mat, and not on himself. Given what we see in the PoV, I do think that Logain does ‘actually’ laugh here, but he doesn’t press his face against the bars. But, yes, this moment between Mat and Rand is... just so good. Mat desperately not wanting to end up like Logain and Rand trying to reassure him about it. And Rand’s hair is so fluffy and curly here. And, also, the contrast between the way Mat reacts to literally anyone else vs how he reacts to Rand.

19. More of the show fleshing out the Warders! I love it! We do get confirmation here that white is the funeral color in at least some of the countries in the westlands (possibly all?). I like getting to hear Stepin’s backstory, because it tells us more about what sort of people end up becoming Warders. Kerene became friends with Stepin before she asked him to become her Warder, which I really like. The show seeds in a LOT of useful information here, too -- that bonding another Warder could help Stepin with his feelings of loss, but that he doesn’t want that. I also love the Warder Hall in general.

20. And this entire thing where the rings for the new Aes Sedai are made out of the rings of Aes Sedai who have died? Galaxy-brained idea. Fits so perfectly into the reincarnation cycle.

21. Then we have that gorgeous wordless scene afterwards where Lan goes to Moiraine in her room and they silently comfort and grieve with each other and think about the task ahead of them. Beautiful, beautiful scene.

22. The scenes with the Whitecloaks are well-done but I’m not sure I can talk much about them. Valda is awful, the Questioners are awful. But this storyline leads both of them to embracing their respective powers (Egwene channels and Perrin communicates with the wolves to get them to help). Egwene and Perrin are great in these scenes but they are tough to watch.

23. We can hear the wolves howling in the distance as Valda tortures Perrin. He also tries to set them against each other, by basically saying “well, one of you is going to die no matter what, so let’s see who cracks first by giving me what I want”.

24. Stepin goes to Nynaeve for more of her herbs that help with sleeping, and we get to see more of how difficult it is for Warders to deal with not having their Aes Sedai. Nynaeve has a very good bedside manner with her patients which is... not always the case in the books, lol. But it works well here. And then she goes wandering in the Warder Hall and who should pop up but Liandrin, ready for another try at trying to bond with Nynaeve.

25. Nynaeve pokes at Red Sisters not having Warders, and we get to hear some of Liandrin’s justifications for her path in life. Again, I really like this. Liandrin was not a terribly fleshed-out character in the books and she feels so vivid and real in the show.

26. Nynaeve goes to the White Tower gardens, runs into Loial, who recognizes her as “a woman from the Two Rivers” and brings her to Rand (assuming she was the woman that Rand was talking about in the library aka Egwene; “I found the woman you spoke of”). It is definitely a convenient plot beat but this city currently has three ta’veren in it. There should be convenient plot beats (I’d love the show to talk more about ta’veren next season; they only briefly mention it in S1).

27. Nynaeve’s reunion with Rand and Mat here is so wonderful! Her tight hug with Rand <3. I love the super-sweet moment of surprised joy that we can see on Mat’s face when he realizes that Nynaeve is alive and here. I’m really glad we get that moment before we get the reaction of him snapping at her, so we can see the contrast. Outside the room, Rand tells Nynaeve about his worries -- he’s worried that Mat can channel, he’s not sure he can trust Moiraine, he’s worried that Mat will end up like Logain. And Nynaeve does a wonderful job trying to reassure him here, both about Mat and then about Egwene.

28. In an effort to try to convince Egwene to simply let him get killed by Valda so that she can be let go, he confesses to her about accidentally killing his wife in the heat of the battle. But, yeah, this is so much more emotional and more effective than “I killed two Whitecloaks in self-defense”. And, in the end, Egwene is able to trick Valda, while Perrin (accidentally) calls wolves, and they are able to escape. Sadly, Egwene does not kill Valda but she does stab him in the shoulder. (I am okay with Valda getting freaked-out by Perrin’s color-changing eyes; that is outside his experience in a way that Aes Sedai are not). And then the wolves cover their escape.

29. Liandrin lets us know that Moiraine has been gone from the Tower for the past two years. Liandrin continues to have Weird Vibes with people. Here is the first place that I think the show confirms that Yellow Ajah does healing. Liandrin is wrong that Nynaeve has any inclination towards Red Ajah, but Nyaneve DOES want everyone to follow her rules, lol.

30. Another big lore drop here -- Stepin is doing offerings “to ward off the Forsaken”. Stepin namedrops “Ishamael; Father of Lies”, which the show already mentioned in episode 3 -- Dana notes that Ishamael “brought the Dragon before the Dark One” in the last Age and is still famous now. We’re told that they were sealed away by the last Dragon but that they had sold their souls to the Dark One for eternal llife.

31. Now we have a conversation between Alanna and Moiraine about Warders. Alanna has offered to take Stepin on as a Warder, but she’s not certain if she’ll accept. When Moiraine wonders about the possibility of the bond being released, Alanna tries to reassure her that she doesn’t have to worry about dying anytime soon. Moiraine sidesteps the conversation to ask why Alanna is visiting her now. We get the news that the Amrylin has returned from Caemlyn (!) and is going to be summoning their group to answer for gentling Logain without a trial.

32. We get another reminder of Moiraine’s relative strength in the Power and also how ~mysterious~ her goals are to everyone around her. I do really love this relationship between Moiraine and Alanna in the show. They’re friends, but Alanna isn’t within her secret heart. I love that Moiraine goes and looks at the picture after this, too. But I’ll talk more about the picture next time. <3

33. Stepin and Lan talk, and we get another nod at being queer being considered more accepted here, as Stepin casually talks about the idea of being with Ivron and Maksim ‘when’ he bonds with Alanna (though this is a bit of a ruse on Stepin’s behalf, of course). But this is a nice quiet conversation, where Stepin tries to encourage Lan to explore his feelings for Nynaeve if he gets the chance (but then becomes bittersweet as we realize that Stepin drugged him because he’s about to go kill himself). Heartbreaking.

34. And then we get a Warder funeral to mirror the funeral at the start of the episode. This bookending of the episode with two funerals worked really well for me and it still does. It really, again, does a good job to ground the Warder culture by showing us that they have their own traditions, separate from the Aes Sedai (though there are Sisters present, presumably to support their Warders). The giving of a role of an official mourner who expresses the emotion for the rest of the group works effectively here as well, for me.

35. Ultimately, I really loved this episode expanding on Warders and Warder culture so much, and I feel like it will pay dividends in the future as well. We also get some strong trauma-bonding with both the Mat&Rand and Perrin&Egwene pairs. I really wonder how that argument in episode 7 would have shaken out with Mat present too.

#wot #wheel of time #wot on prime #wot rewatch #nynaeve al'meara #lan mandragoran #moiraine damodred #egwene al'vere #perrin aybara #rand al'thor #mat cauthon #wot show

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Hi! Hope you're doing good today, Naff ^^

I was gonna wait until I finished reading to ask this, but I'm kinda curious so I hope you don't mind me dropping by real quick vsjsvdjs (I haven't been keeping up with the asks recently to try to avoid spoilers tho, so please ignore this if it has been asked before!)

Ok so, for the scenario that was talked abt a while back where the roles are switched and Sun and Moon are the mafia bosses, I was wondering how you imagined the dynamic between y/n and them, being two vs one in this case? Asking in general, but also specially curious of how it would go if they also took them and held them in a room/somewhere like Eclipse did

Ah, Cero!!! I get the feeling your dodging spoilers like how they dodge bullets in the matrix alsjdflafa

Ohhh, Sun and Moon as mafia bosses! The dynamic between them and Y/N is hiked up to a thousand degrees, with the boys playing Y/N's games but even harder. More often than not, Y/N finds themselves sandwiched between the two and struggles to not lose face when Sun and Moon have them cornered or otherwise trapped. (In this case, Y/N is always behind on points and that drives them nuts)

However, Sun and Moon aren't as twisted and violent as Mafia Boss!Eclipse. They like it rough but they're not into drawing blood or making bruises (well, maybe a small one or two). They hope to earnestly persuade Y/N to their side, offering the world and whatever else they would like in the palm of their hand. They tempt Y/N with luscious gifts and a chance to relax, let Sun and Moon handle things in the city so Y/N doesn't have to worry their pretty little head about everything.

As for Sun and Moon nabbing Y/N, they'd have a similar setup, a perfect little place to contain Y/N but keep them comfortable. It's a lot harder on Y/N's resolve as the boys are very, very tempting and laying it on thick with the sweetness. In the rare instances that Y/N does escape, Moon catches them pretty quickly (enjoying the thrill of the chase a little too much) while Sun has stopped several schemes in its tracks before Y/N can even get it in motion, and teasingly compliments Y/N's cleverness and skills, much to their annoyance (and flustered cheeks).

The boys want Y/N to do nothing, just step aside and all will be well in the city (once Sun and Moon have their way with it), and... their offering is pretty tempting. Just stop struggling in an impossible fight, lean back, relax, and watch the show without a care in the world, but Y/N remembers they have a lot of work, and finally makes a break for it.

#sleuth jesters #cero-sleep #wow i really went all in on this hope ya like it cero :D

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Under His Skin {Dave York x F!Nanny!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Dub-con due to drugs, sex pollen, infidelity, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, cream pie

Comments: Work goes terribly wrong. A needle jabbed into this thigh, an unknown drug pushed into his system. His body screaming for release, Dave races home to what he thinks is an empty house - Carol and the girls at the cabin - only to find the nanny there. Leaving him free to act on illicit thoughts he’s had.

A/N: This does include infidelity. If that bothers you, please scroll on past.

“Fuck!” Dave slams his hand on the steering wheel as the car jerks slightly to the left before he snatches the wheel back to center. The pain that should be radiating up his arm barely registers, the pain in his fucking groin too distracting for anything else to matter.

It was supposed to be a simple job. Take out a fucking sleazball drug pusher, make it look like the tweaker had an accident while he was high off his own shit. He hadn’t anticipated the fucking needle that got shoved in his thigh, horrified at both the idea of getting something from a dirty needle and the high from whatever shit he had just pushed into Dave’s system.

For that, the fucker’s death had been a bit messier than usual. He had made sure that the knife had carved out a few more screams than he normally would have because of it. But the fire would destroy most of the evidence anyway. Not that it would be traced back to Dave, he had no ties to that piece of shit.

Now, he just needed to get home. Carol and the girls are at the cabin, where he’s supposed to join them for a long weekend when he was done ‘wrapping up some last minute work at the office’. So he doesn’t have to worry about questions or concerns about why he was harder than a fucking rock and feeling like he was going to explode if he doesn’t cum.

He doesn’t know what was in that needle. His cock is hard, harder than it’s been in years, straining at the seam of his zipper and aching like he was a teenage boy who has been denied sex after hours of teasing. If he could manage it without crashing the fucking car, he would jerk off while he was driving. But he needs to get home, locked in the safety of his suburban house where no one would think to look for the culprit of the five alarm fire currently raging in that building.

Taking a deep breath, he tries to ignore the throbbing, pulsing sensitivity of every beat of his heart being felt through his cock. The sticky wet spot grows larger every minute that passes by. He would swear that he’s already cum, how much of the pearlescent liquid has dribbled out and soaked into the fabric of his boxers. But he hasn’t, he would know.

Half a mile left. That’s all he has. A right turn on Oak Street and then another left on Timberlake. Then it’s just going past ten mailboxes to the driveway that he could turn into in his sleep. Probably has at some point when he’s come home exhausted. The wife’s Mercedes not in the driveway and she probably forgot to pull the bins down to the end of the driveway for the garbage truck. Not that it mattered right now.

It helps, thinking about these mundane things while he operates on muscle memory alone. He’s good at that. Pushing himself to act appropriately when he needs to, do what is needed or expected despite what he is truly feeling on the inside. Dave York is good at being what he needs to be at that moment.

His mailbox in view, he lets out an audible groan. Soon he would slumped into the couch in his living room, his cock in hand as he pumps out this feral need to fuck out of his system.

****

“No, it’s no problem.” You smile as you shift in front of the sink, making sure that there is no food in the bowls as you get ready to put them in the dishwasher. Molly had a bad habit of dumping the food into it and three weeks ago Dave had grumbled and cursed all afternoon while he had taken it apart to find food stuck in the drains, the reason it had backed up and flooded the kitchen. You didn’t want a repeat of that. “I don’t mind being here at all, although it’s strange not to hear the girl’s running around.”

“I can’t thank you enough.” Carol’s voice comes through your earbud and hum noncommittally. Carol York was nice, polite and she genuinely respected you, rare for a nanny gig in your experience, but you still tried to keep your distance. “The package should be there tomorrow and then you can have the next three days to yourself. Order some pizza and there’s a bottle of wine in the fridge.” She is talking from her car, still on the way to the famous cabin that she is always wanting to visit again. “Girls, stop that!” She scolds them before she turns back to you. “Anyway, Dave may swing by to change, but tell him that I’ve got his clothes in my car so he doesn’t need to pack.”

“I will.” You promise, not bothering to remind her that she said the same thing this morning to her husband before he rushed away for a last minute emergency that had to be handled. Saying goodbye, you finish up the dishes and start the machine, wiping down the counters. You could spend the next two days alone in the house that was beyond what you ever expected to have for yourself. Maybe daydreaming a little about a lift you could never have.

Dave both intimidated and intrigued you. There were moments where you swear that he was a predator, someone that had a darkness in them. His eyes would go flat and lifeless, his jaw would tense and then after a moment, he would blink and it would be gone. An easy smile on his face or a soft, teasing joke for his daughters.

He was attractive. God, was he attractive, but he was also married. You had seen him with Carol and the girls. He was a loving father, good husband from what you could see. You didn’t know what happened in their bedroom, but Carol didn’t bad mouth him like some of the other couples you had worked for.

It was your dirty little secret, the way you watched him. Admired the way that his broad shoulders pull over the starched button down shirts and suits that he wears. Contrasted with the soft t-shirts and jogging pants that he wears around the house on the weekends. When he was mowing the grass or cleaning the gutters. You pretended that you didn’t watch him while you were folding laundry, sometimes his laundry or helping the girls with their homework. Never wanting to let on that you had a pathetic crush on a man you would never have anything with beyond being his children’s nanny.

There is a screeching of tires in the driveway making you jump, rushing from the kitchen towards the front door. Unsure of what the hell would cause anyone to fly into the York driveway. Unless it was someone who was hotdogging. Dave would be pissed if some kid ran over the mail box again.

You reach the entryway hall when the door bursts open, making a small scream rip out of your throat. Dave launches himself through the door and slams it behind him, red faced, panting and disheveled.

He freezes for a moment, watching you press a hand to your heart, trying to calm yourself down. It’s only Dave, it’s only Dave you repeat over and over in your mind - your fight or flight instinct had flooded your body with adrenaline in fear that someone was invading the house.

Dave hadn’t expected you to be here, he had been expected to have the house to himself. Not that it mattered now. His body is screaming for release and something inside him snaps, making him step forward and grab your shoulder to push you down to your knees.

Your eyes widen in shock when you feel the pressure pushing you down, forcing you down to your knees roughly. Unsure of what the hell is going on. Looking up at him in shock. “I- Dave- are-are you-” You stop talking when he lets go of your shoulder, fumbling with the buckle of his belt and his zipper, pulling his cock out in front of you.

Your gasp makes him nearly groan, biting his lip at how much it hurts to even touch himself by this point. He’s going to cum any second and he would rather it be buried in your throat because it would take too long to get you stripped down. “Suck.” His free hand cups your jaw, fingers digging into your pressure points expertly to force your mouth open. “Fuck, suck it.” He’s nearly begging, although the words are harsh, growled out at you.

Shocked that this is happening, your eyes move from his face to the purple, leaking head of his cock. It looks like he has been hard for hours and is about to explode. His eyes are dark, hard with an edge that warns you not to push him. You shouldn’t do this, you should try to wrench free and rage at him in righteous indignation. You don’t. You give in to the horrible little voice that tells you to go for it.

Dave moans when your lips brush the tip, barely touching his cock while your tongue comes out to press against the leaking head. It feels incredible, almost knee-buckling good and his grip on your jaw tightens slightly while pulling you towards him. Wanting your mouth around him fully. “Fuuuuuuuck.” He hisses, feeling your lips close around him, the heat of your mouth sucking him in.

His hand that had been feeding his cock into your mouth comes around your head, pressing against the back of it. “Oh fuck, baby.” He grunts harshly. “I’m gonna fuck your throat.” He warns you. “Don’t choke, swallow my cock.”

It’s all the warning you get before he starts to move. The hard, deep thrusts into your mouth nearly gagging you, but you keep swallowing, trying to prevent yourself from choking in those precious few seconds that he is pulling his hips back. The hand on your hand pushes you down, deeper onto his cock while he fucks himself into you mouth. Using you relentlessly while the fabric of his pants, his balls sway and tap the bottom of your chin.

You shouldn’t be getting wet, shouldn’t be moaning around him when the urge to choke gives way to your throat opening wider, drooling all over his cock with every pass as the ridges scrap over your tongue.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby.” Dave grunts, feeling the drug that is coursing through his system loosening up his tongue. Talking to his wife in bed was far different than talking to the nanny while he fucks her throat. “Knew you would be good at this. Knew you would suck my cock like a champ. Better than fucking my hand.”

Dave’s rocking up onto the balls of his feet, pushing himself past your gag reflex and bulging your throat while he fucks your mouth. Making you whine when he starts talking to you, that low voice raspy and rough. Making your eyes widen as you stare up at him, surprised that he’s thought about this. Wondering what else he’s thought of.

“Fuck, gonna cum baby, that mouths gonna make me cum.” Dave hisses, eyes locked on yours, body starting to tense up.

It’s all the warning he gives you. The next thrust buries his cock deep down your throat and starts to throb, pumping spurts of salty, sticky cum down your throat. Making you choke and struggle to swallow, some of it spilling out of the corners of your mouth and sliding down your jaw along with the spit.

It hurts, that’s how good it feels. His balls pulling up and that sublime feeling of his cum pumping through his shaft and spurting down your throat. You look exactly like he imagined those nights he was in the shower. Wide eyes with tears sliding down your cheeks from where you had choked on him, the stream of spit and cum from where you can’t swallow all he has to give. The way your throat closes around the head and squeezes it, milking him of another rope.

Except, he’s not starting to soften. The ache is still twisting in his stomach and he realizes for the first time since he was - fuck, 25, he can keep going. He isn’t going to be a one and done this time.

You almost protest when he pulls his hips back, letting go of the back of your head and pulls his cock out of your mouth. Wet and shiny from your mouth and there is a string of spit that connects the still heavy bead of cum on the tip to your lips. Until you break it, your tongue comes out to swipe along the edges and try to lick up the excess.

Dave reaches down and drags you up, his breathing ragged and he shakes you slightly when he looks into your eyes. He’s thought about fucking other women before. Practially every man has, but he’s never actually had sex with someone since he married Carol. It doesn’t matter right now, he just needs to be inside you. “Take your fucking clothes off.” He orders you, letting go of you so he can start to drag the material away from his own body.

Whimpering, you rush to comply. You’ve not imagined this less than a hundred times, but you never imagined it like this. Pulling your own shirt over your head and seeing your charge’s father kick his shoes off and shove the pants and boxers down over his legs, kicking them off impatiently while his cock still swings heavily between his legs. Fuck, he’s still hard. He’s going to fuck you.

Your cunt throbs and you know that you should stop him, ask what is wrong because this is not how Dave York acts. He barely acknowledges you unless it's something to do with the girls’ schedule. Now he’s going to fuck you in the foyer of his home?

His shirt isn’t even off before he’s on you again. Steering you deeper into the house, not caring about the clothes piled in the entryway. The farthest he can make it is the kitchen, the table where his family sits is blessedly clear, making him push you over the shiny surface of the wooden table.

“D-Dave.” You gasp out, feeling his fingers, quick and harsh, ripping at the leggings and underwear that you still haven’t managed to get off your body. Are you really going to do this? Are you going to let him fuck you on the York kitchen table?

“Let me fuck you, baby.” It’s not really a question, not the way that he’s stripping your leggings down and kicking your legs apart while your torso is bent over the same table he helps the kids with their homework on. It’s not a question but he will pull himself away if he has to. There are a few lines he’s not crossed. “Fuck I need it. I need to be inside you.”

You can’t help the whimper, hearing the words that seem like some kind of fevered fantasy. Like you are living out the raunchiest porno or smut you’ve ever read. “Yes.” You manage, face against the wood grain of the table and you are glad you wiped it down after clearing it. Otherwise your tits would be in spilled milk from the cereal.

It’s all he needs to hear. The white noise, the heat that is curling in his stomach takes over. Barely able to grasp his cock and and move it half a stroke through your soaked folds, groaning at how wet you are. Gritting his teeth and driving his hips forward to bury himself in the hot, tight confines of your body.

Your squeal is punched out of you, hips slammed against the table while your cunt stretches to accommodate his cock. Loud and echoing through the house, followed up by the low groan of Dave, grinding against your ass as if he is trying to get even deeper.

“Shit.” He hisses, fingers dug into your hips, feeling like his gripping bone through the layers of flesh. “Al-always imagined how tight you would be.” He admits, blowing out a breath and feeling like his heart is going to explode from how hard it’s pounding. Sweat drips from his brow, body overheated and needing to cum again. “W-wanted to fuck you right here, baby.”

Your fingers wrap around the table, clinging to it as Dave pulls his hips back to start fucking you at a brutal pace. The table creaks, scrubs and scratches along the floor with every harsh thrust. Making your cunt clench and your mewls get louder, every time his thick length strikes deep and makes you rock up onto your toes so it softens the hit.

“Ohhhh ooooohhhh.” Dave huffs, hearing your moans and rocking his hips faster, needing to fuck you just as hard and as fast as he possibly can. It feels incredible, twisting and knotting in his stomach and making the burn ache a little less. Unable to do anything but feel how tightly your cunt grips him, your walls fluttering around him.

“So good to me.” He grunts. “Letting me use you, fuck you like this. Need it.” He moans quietly when you squeeze him harshly and his hips stutter under your tight hold around him. “Need to fill you up. Fill this cunt up and watch it dr-drip out.”

God, his voice is so sexy. Your eyes roll back in pleasure at the way he hits so deep, the punishing plunge of his cock doing just as much as that gravelly timbre, giving all the illicit thoughts you’ve had about him a voice. You would have never expected that he thought about you, never imagined he would. Now it’s rolling around in your head and making you want to cum around him.

“You like that, don’t you?” Of course he hears how you whimper and whine when he starts talking. Your body seizing up and pulsing around him. “You like my cock inside you, don’t you baby?”

Biting your lip, you whine, barely able to scrub your cheek along the table in agreement. “Yes, you do.” Dave bends down, flattening himself over your back and keeping his hips slapping against your ass. His mouth is right next to your ear, breathing against it and making you shudder. “Have you- have you had someone fuck you like this before?”

He doesn’t like that idea. Even if his actions are based on the driving needs of his body, he doesn’t like the idea of someone else fucking you like this. Doesn’t like the idea of someone else touching you and feeling you grip them like a fucking glove. Your pussy is his, this cunt now belongs to him. He’s not crossed this line with you before out of respect for his wife, for his kids, but now it’s done and he knows he won’t give it up. He’ll keep filling you up like this again.

“No-no-no.” You chant out, barely able to speak as his thrusts ramp up. Getting even harder and pushing the table along the floor while he beats himself into you. “N-never.” You’ve never had toys or had anything but the most basic sex. Your experience is limited and you feel your cheeks burning at how much you are enjoying this. It’s rough and raw and you feel your entire body reacting to the way that he is fucking you.

“Good.” He growls the words, the smile you can’t see is predatory, calculating. HIs groan is loud, nearly surprised when his orgasm rushes over him. Making him push his cock deep, moaning your name as he shallowly thrusts, pumping you full of his seed, spilling out of your cunt as he continues to rock into you.

Heat floods your cunt, making you whimper and close your eyes. It feels so good but you wish you had cum. Making your body slump down against the table and relax. The tears that have built up in your eyes blinked away when he stops moving and just throbs inside of you for a moment.

“Fuck.” He pants, wiping his brow and rocking back so he can see where he is still buried inside you. “Jesus, look at that, baby.” He’s still hard, still needing to fuck you and he chuckles as he starts to move again. “Let’s make you cum.”

You moan again. “Dave.” Your ass pushes back towards him, making him chuckle again.

“You must not have been fucked right.” He comments, making you shake your head, agreeing with him. You haven’t been fucked right. No one has made your toes curl and your entire body scream for release like the man who is currently pushing his cum out of your cunt with every slick thrust.

“You’ve probably never had someone lick that tight little cunt, have you baby?” He coos, now able to talk more since he’s cum twice. “No one’s ever made your thighs shake around their ears?”

“No.” You pout, making him huff. Shaking his head behind you. “I- no one. Dave, please.”

“I can’t right now.” He hisses. “Need to be inside you. Need to fuck you, but I will.” He promises, starting to ramp up his thrusts again. One hand lets go of your hip, pushing up under your pelvis and sinking between your thighs to find your clit. “But-but I’ll make sure you cum.”

Mewling when those thick fingers find your swollen clit, your walls clench down around him. So on edge from the way that he’s been shredding up into you, you fall apart with just a few harsh circles of your clit. “DAVE!” You cry out, shaking underneath him while he continues to rub your clit while your cunt pulses around him in pleasure.

“Fuck.” He spits, the harsh slap of his hips sounding slicker, wetter with every pass. “Good girl, baby, good girl.”

There is a sense of pride, moaning quietly again while he works you through it, still thrusting away and fucking into you like he has no intention of stopping anytime soon. Because he doesn’t.

****

Your cunt hurts. That’s the first thing you register when your eyes open. Dave had fucked you for hours. Hours. Barely stopping to drag you up into the room that you stay in while you are working. Grabbing extra lube, which you were extremely thankful for when your own natural slick arousal started to dry up.

“Here.” You turn your head to find Dave standing over you, holding something in one hand and a glass of water in another. “It’s a painkiller.” He offers when you don’t immediately take it. “You need it since you weren’t used to being fucked like that.”

Wincing at the blunt words, you sit up, hissing slightly and Dave sits down on the edge of the bed. Watching as you take the pills and look at them before you pop them into your mouth and take the water to wash them down. “Thank you.” You murmur.

“Thank you.” Dave counters, his eyes not necessarily flat and hard, but they are shuttered, not letting you see what he is feeling. “I- it was something that- how are you feeling?”

It’s unusual to see Dave unsure of himself. He always seems like a man who knows what is going on and what to expect. He’s caught off guard and you tilt your head curiously at the sight. You already figured out that it wasn’t normal. Dave being able to go for that long, no man had that kind of stamina. Coupled with his desperation, you had to reason that something had happened.

“I’m good.” You tell him after a moment, watching him nod and rub his hands on his thighs, now covered in the soft fabric of some gray sweats. “Sore, but good.”

“Good.” Dave sighs and then takes a breath. “You need to rest.” He tells you. “I called Carol and told her that I won’t be able to make it to the cabin this weekend.” A tiny smirk curls up his lips. “When you aren’t so sore, I’ll keep my promise.”

Your eyes widen, mouth dropping open as Dave stands and walks out of your bedroom. His promise of making you cum with his mouth had been repeated several times over the hours that he had been deep inside you, filling you up with load after load of his cum. Apparently, despite whatever had made him fuck you, you had gotten under his skin.

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